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From: "Dana Most" <danadmost@hotmail.com>
Subject: {ASSM} {ASS} Team Spirit {Dana Most} {Fmmmm cons)
Date: Fri, 16 Feb 2001 12:10:04 -0500
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This is my first submission of any kind on the internet.  I'm using a 
pseudonym.  I hope you like my story (attached).  It's about a female 
college instructor and her four male students.
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Team Spirit ? Dana Most 2001

   Four eighteen-year-old studs, the Middleton College Sophomore
debating team, were gathered in Room 212 waiting for the teacher.  They
were surprised by who arrived, surprised by the new teacher, slender,
hard-bodied, barely older than them, with the voice and face of an
angel. "Hello boys.  I'm Ellen James, your new team advisor."
   "Hi, Miss James.  My name is Luis, the team captain.  This anglo on
my right is Scott; that dude there is Carl, and Jeff is the fool coming
out of the bathroom."  Each of the four was failing miserably at hiding
inappropriate thoughts.
   "I looked up your team showings, she said, "and I am absolutely
sure  that this season we will win."
   "Are you for real, Ellen;"  Luis had a reputation for never mis-
speaking; calling her by her first name was the first step of a plan.
   "That'll be MISS James, Luis.
   "And what does that question mean, 'Am I for real'?
   "Because if you don't know, we CAN win if we want to.  If you don't
think so you shouldn't be on the team."
   "Lady.  We are the 'Kidders' here, . . officially.  Don't try
kidding us.
"We not only don't win our debates, we don't even get on the
scoreboard.  We got no training, no incentive, and, if the truth be
known, we probably don't even have the brains."
   "You look smart enough to me," she said coyly.   And punctuated
that reply with a smile guaranteed to win them over.  "Look, here's the
list of debates for this season."  She opened her attache case on the
teacher's desk and drew out an impressive sheaf of paperwork.  And as
the four boys crowded around her to see what she had brought, Ellen
began to feel that she was going to be a success with them.
   They worked together for the whole hour.  First, going over the
schedule and tossing out ideas for winning arguments, then dividing up
work assignments to prepare for the next meeting.  Ellen was
exhilarated.  "Look boys, how about we meet next week at my apartment
instead of this classroom.  We'll all be a lot more comfortable and we
can get a lot more work done.  I've written my address and phone number;
I want you each to copy it down.
   "And . . there's one more, very important assignment we haven't
discussed, that you all should think about.  I want each one of you to
come up with at least one idea for how we can improve our team spirit.
Is that alright with you guys?"
   There was a momentary pause and then, shyly each of the team members
nodded in agreement.  "Alright MISS James," Luis answered for all of
them.

   One week later they met at Ellen's apartment.  This time she was
dressed in a sweatshirt and jeans so she looked like she belonged with
them.  "Okay guys.  Have you all done your research assignments?"  And
when they all seemed to be in agreement, she continued: "Good!  So
let's get started."
   Almost everything seemed just right.  The research the boys had done
for Friday night's debate was exhaustive.  They had some good points to
make whichever side they had to champion.  And the assignments for the
next debate were agreed to readily.  But when Ellen asked the question,
"So what ideas do we have for improving team spirit?", she drew blank
expression from all four team members.
   "Come on, guys, you must have some ideas.
   "Don't tell me you haven't thought about it at all."
   "I did, Teach," volunteered Carl, "but everything I thought about
is tired crap."  Carl was dark haired, good looking, and athletic, as
they all were; not what you would expect of a team specializing in
thought process.
   Ellen was sure he did try, and reasonably certain the rest of them
had tried, but her face betrayed her disappointment with the results.
   Scott spoke up.  He was a Nordic type with a totally disarming smile.
"You're the only thing that's different about our team, Miss James,
maybe you can double as the team spirit."
   Ellen was not amused.  "You guys better take this seriously and come
up with something.  We need a good attitude if we are going to win."

   And she was exactly right, in spite of their good preparation they
were destroyed at the Friday night debate.  It was a disconsolate team
that showed up at the scheduled Tuesday meeting.  Ellen was the last to
arrive and she was bubbling with energy as she met them, waiting at her
door.  Unlocking the door and escorting them in, she didn't wait to ask
the question, "So what do you think happened?  And don't give me a line
about them being better than you.
   "And while you're all thinking about that, I'm going to change my
clothes."
   "Change into the right outfit, Teach, and give us something
outstanding to think about."  Luis had a grown-up sound to his voice as
their eyes followed her out of the room.
   That thought stayed with her as she changed.  She wanted to inspire
them and maybe a little seduction might just turn the trick.  Without
being totally obvious, she decided to wear a sports bra under a t-shirt,
and complement that with running shorts.  To finish her ensemble she
walked back in on the boys, wholesome and barefoot.
   Four pairs of popping eyes greeted her, accented by four sprouting
erections.  Not a word was said as she sat on the floor to look up at
them.  "Sit, boys, let's see what you've got to show me."
   Luis was thinking just the opposite, "Let's see what you've got to
show us," was what was on his mind, and even he didn't realize how
close that was to the truth.  Their session was surprisingly good
natured in spite of the sour note it began with.  Lots of good ideas
were brought out and the team's spirit seemed so positive it seemed odd
to have to consider that as an issue.
   "Okay, fellas.  This is all excellent.  But what about this team
attitude thing I assigned you to deal with?  What ideas have you come up
with?"  Even as Ellen was putting the question out there, her mind was
chortling with one obvious answer.  Two of the boys, Carl and Luis, were
stretched out on the floor with their heads propped up by their arms.
They might be thinking they looked innocent but Ellen could see they
were trying to glance up her legs.  She had purposely omitted putting on
panties so it was barely possible they were getting flashes of her pubic
hair.  She surprised herself, surprised at how willing she was to play
up to their schoolboy fantasies, and how much it turned her on.
   Her question was met with four blank stares, . . or three blank
stares and one stare pretending to be blank.  "Well?" she persisted.
   Jeff was the first to stammer "Umm.  Miss James . . I don't know
what to say.  How do you make 'attitude'?  What does that mean?"
   "Yeah." Supported Carl.
   "Me too," chimed in Scott, "how are we supposed to do that.
   The silence that followed was broken by Luis.  "She wants us to feel
like a team.  All of us should be for 'us' and not just act as
individuals."
   Ellen was chronically suspicious of anything Luis said, but she had
to accept he was right.  "Yes, Luis.  Do you have any ideas?"
   He certainly did.  "Sure Miss James.  Scott said it and you shot him
down.  It's you!"
   "Me?  What is 'Me'?"
   "You should be our Spirit.  That'll make us change our attitude."
   Ellen was clearly not amused by the direction the conversation was
heading, even if -or maybe because--it was paralleling her own ideas.
"Okay guys.  We're not getting anywhere on this question.  Maybe you'll
do better at Friday night's debate.  Maybe the next time we meet we'll
have something to talk about."

   Friday's debate was, if anything, worse than the debate one week
before.  And on Tuesday Ellen was already home when the boys showed up,
once again wearing the same revealing outfit.  Nothing was said about
'attitude' as they went over the research, made new assignments, and
strategized about next Friday night's debate.  Everyone understood that
another loss would eliminate them from the semi-finals so there was no
point in bringing that up.  As they finished the regular discussion,
four pairs of eyes were focused on Ellen, waiting for what she had to
say.
   "Alright boys.  I agree with what Scott and Luis say.  Just tell me
what 'being a Spirit' means.
   "And not you, Luis, I want to hear from the other three boys."
   "What!" objected Luis, "I don't get to tell what I think?"
   "I already know what you think," hissed Ellen, "you think I'm
going to be your sex toy."
   "Right, Teacher.  You must be stupid.  Right?"
   "What the hell is that supposed to mean?"
   "Two weeks ago you flashed us with your pussy."
   When Ellen didn't respond, he let the question hang in the air before
pushing for the answer.  "Am I lying?"
   "What?" yelled Ellen, desperately trying to avoid the question.
   "Two weeks ago me and Carl got a good look at your pussy.  If you
ain't stupid, then you musta known we could see and let us look on
purpose."
   "He's kinda right, Miss James, but it was only a little pussy
hair."
   "Really?  Miss James, are they kidding?  Did they get a look at your
pussy?"  Jeff was trying to hide an enormous erection, painful to keep
hidden.
   Luis had the final word.  "Miss James.  Don't lie . . please don't
lie.  If you lie we're never gonna be a team.  Really tell us the truth
now.  Really!"
   That was it.  Ellen took a long time before she answered, but felt
owed them the truth.  "Okay. . . Okay.
   "They're right.  I did give them a look up the leg of my shorts.
   "I knew they could look if they tried to, and I just let them
look."  There was an even longer pause as she thought about what to say
next.  "I do like things a little kinky.  Ever since I was thirteen
years old.
   "But I'm never gonna talk about that."
   "So what's next," asked Jeff.
   "I don't know," she replied, "What's next Luis?  You're the one
with the plan."
   The sudden question surprised Luis, who was imaging his schoolteacher
being 'kinky'.  "What?  I don't have a plan."
But as the group's attention began shifting way from him, Luis began
again "I have a little fantasy that's been in my mind though.
   "I thought we could give out points for a debate. . . "  before she
had a chance to object he amended ". . a debate we win, I mean."
   "What kind of points?" Ellen asked, which was met with an
answerless shrug from Luis.  "Does anybody have an idea?"
   Another silence as they sat on the floor staring at the lovely
teacher.  She was squatting, facing the boys, back straight and legs
bent as wide open as could be.  She was a picture, dressed as she was in
sweatshirt and shorts, dark hair falling straight to her shoulder,
framing her lovely sweet face; she could have been another eighteen-
year-old except for a look of maturity and intelligence which made her
all the more desirable.
   "How'd they do that?  I mean . . how'd they see your pussy?  Did you
three get together without us?  How . . ?"
   When no one else volunteered, Ellen answered.  "You were here.  It
was two weeks ago.  Right here, and we were sitting just as we are now
except Carl and Luis were stretched out . . looking up my legs."
   "Can I see?" Scott asked breathlessly.
   Ellen considered the request for a full minute.  This could be, . .
would be, the point of no return.  The point where she ruined a career
begun only weeks before.  But the thought of where they were going
thrilled her; she could feel both nipples and her clitoris straining to
erection as they stared at her, anxiously waiting for an answer.
Finally, she whispered "I suppose it's only fair.  You and Jeff, . .
just the two of you, . . can take a look."
   Jeff was first.  He jumped to his feet, still crouching, and bent his
head down to peer up her crotch.
   "Can you see it?" asked Scott.
   "Yeah . . .  I can see some hair.  I think . . .  Yeah, I can see
her pussy hair just a little."
   "Here.  Let me."  And Jeff returned to his spot as Scott assumed
the same position.  Luis and Carl were just as excited as the boys
accepting their treat; their excitement visible as four erections
strained the pants covering their crotches.  "Yeah!  Damn . . that
looks so sexy."
   Ellen just sat there accepting their admiration, . . until her
thought struggled to the surface.  "You guys do make a girl feel good.
I can almost see your cocks they're so hard."
   "Would you like that?" asked Luis, almost salivating at the
thought.  "Do you want to see our cocks?"
   She smiled.  Thought.  And answered in the affirmative.  "Yeah.
Let's see what you got, . . but don't expect any sex.
   "We're not going to do anything.  Is that understood?"
   "Yeah, sure."
   "Yeah."
   "Of course."
   The four boys scrambled to their feet facing her as they opened their
flies.  "Balls too?" asked Carl.
   Ellen laughed out loud.  She was on the verge of salivating.  "Yes.
I want to see four sets of cocks and balls.  Let's see what you got."
   Luis was first, and he revealed his cocky reason.  A seven inch
erection, circumcised and well proportioned, came out pointing straight
at Ellen.
   Scott and Jeff revealed together.  Scott was a little shorter that
Luis, but a little larger in circumference.  Jeff's cock was smaller
that Scott's, but nothing to be ashamed of.  Both cocks were
uncircumcised.
   Carl was the last . . probably on purpose.  He had a circumcised cock
that curved a lot to the left.  His cock was the largest by far, both in
length and in girth.  His balls were enormous, hanging there, weighing
down the cock.
   Ellen was impressed, struggling to avoid licking her lips.  All four
boys saw the struggle and all four had the same thought.  The four
erections were so stiff it almost seemed painful, and they stood out
there, pointing hopefully at her face.  "Don't get your hopes up boys.
As they say in the Army, this is just a 'short-arm inspection."
   "Aw, Miss James," pleaded Jeff, just touch them a little."
   "Hmmm," she replied.  "I'll tell you what.  The cock that stands
at attention the longest gets touched--just a little--and just with one
hand.
   "That's it.  That's my final offer.  And just to make it
interesting, you'll all stand at attention while we discuss debate
points and what we give out as prizes."  She squatted, mesmerized by
the four cocks, her voice whispering in a monotone.  "What's your idea,
Luis?"
   "My idea," Luis was having trouble concentrating, "It's not an
idea, really.  Just a fantasy.
   "I thought we get a certain number of points for each match,
depending on how big we win, and how good the team is that we beat."
   "And . . . " prompted Ellen.
   "I got no 'and'," Luis admitted.  "That's as much as I got."
   Two of the cocks were wilting somewhat but they were all still
clearly erect.
   Jeff jumped in.  "I have something.  You know how, . . when you're
on a date, you say you got to 'first base' or 'second base'."
   "Yeah?" answered Carl.
   "Well,"  Jeff continued.  "So many points get you to First Base
and so many get you to 'second' and so on."
   "Yeah!"  Four voices chorused in unison, as four cocks rose again
to full erection.
   Ellen could see the vote was unanimous, but she needed the details.
"What are you guys saying?  I heard guys talking about scoring but I
don't exactly know the rules.
   "What's First Base, for instance?"
   Jeff, who was the most well-organized of the group, tried to explain.
"It's not like we have exact rules, y'know.  But . . . It's sorta like
First Base is feeling her up outside her clothes; maybe a little
kissing."
   Carl continued.  "And Second  Base means feeling her up inside.  . .
Maybe also a little peeking."
   Jeff chimed in again.  "At 'Third base'  you take your clothes off
and maybe some 'dry humping'.  And . . ."
   Luis interrupted.  "At 'third base' you get a blow job, and do . .
."
   "Whoa," from Scott, "I didn't know 'third base'' gets a blow job."
   "That's the new rules," offered Jeff, "and you can eat her out."
   "Okay," conceded Scott.
   The four cocks were, if anything, more erect than they'd ever been;
Ellen was admiring their collective stamina.  "And a 'Home Run', what's
that?  As if I don't know."
   You got it Teach," Luis said with a definite leer in his voice.  "A
'Home Run' is fucking."
   "In the cunt or up the ass," Carl corrected.
   "Oh yeah," said Ellen, staring at the four quivering cocks.  "Up
the ass, huh?  It doesn't matter what a 'Home Run' is, you boys are
never going to get there."
   "You mean everything else goes?  Are you saying 'Yes'?"
   "Alright.  You boys have a deal.  But I decide how many points you
get, . . if you get any at all."
   "And we divide up the points between us," Luis confirmed,
"Depending on who scored the most debating points.  Is that Okay?"
   The four boys and the teacher agreed on the plan, and Ellen returned
her attention to the four erections.  "Alright, you guys.  I guess
there's no winner in the erection contest."
The four boys were about to object loudly when Ellen continued.  "So
I'm declaring it a tie.  I want each of you to take a turn standing in
front of me, and I'll give you a little touch and you can put your
equipment back in your pants."
   She was more than fair.  Each boy took a turn.  Scot was first as she
reached out, ran the palm of her hand softly over his cock head, closed
her fingers loosely around the shaft, slid her hand the length of the
offered cock, then caressed the scrotum before opening and withdrawing
her hand.  Scot wanted to cry from sheer enjoyment, he thought he would
ejaculate but the touch was only a little too brief.  Ellen felt strange
urges developing in her vagina, growing stronger and closer to a climax
with each repetition.  The ritual was repeated four times; each boy
received his reward, stuffed stiff cock with swollen balls reluctantly
back into trousers, and exited the apartment, slowly and in reverent
silence.
Alone once again, Ellen thought about the dangers and then smiled as
she thought about the overwhelming sensual rewards.  As well as the
other rewards; she was certain they would win in the match Friday night.
   She was right.

   "Six points?"  Scot was astounded that was all they won, without
even knowing what a point was worth.  "We won!"
   "Yes you did," she replied, "But it wasn't a big win and they
weren't a big team.
   "You should be grateful I'm giving you six points."
   "So what can we get for six points?" asked Jeff, always the
practical one.
   "Okay.  Here's what I decided.  First Base costs one point, Second
Base costs two points, and 'Third Base' costs eight points."  Ellen was
trying to sound like the teacher while ignoring the feelings between her
legs.
   "So.  We get . . what?" asked Scot.
   "You boys figure it out.  I'm not the arithmetic teacher."
   "What's a 'Home Run' cost?" asked Luis, whose mind on more distant
goals.
   "You don't have to worry about that.  There's no 'Home Run'
prizes."
   "Let's huddle guys," Carl requested.  So the four of them put their
heads together for a moment.
   "Can we save points so we can add them for the next match?" asked
Jeff.
   "No.  Use 'em or lose 'em."
   They huddled again and Carl announced the verdict.  "Based on who
did what in the debate, Luis and Scot each get one point, and me and
Jeff get two points apiece."
   "Okay.  Let's conduct our regular business and when we're done I'll
give out the prizes."  More than she cared to admit, she wanted to go
right to the sex part, but she had to keep in mind that she was the
teacher.  "I'll tell you one thing though, I'll take off my brassiere
before we do the groping.  Give the guys on First Base a chance to feel
my nipples."  The growing erections brought a smile to her lips.
   Everyone wanted to hurry through the preparations for the debate.
Ellen had mixed feelings about that; they were facing a strong team on
Friday and they had to be well prepared, but she was just as anxious as
the boys were to get to the team awards.
   "Alright," she said after she had changed to her regular outfit,
"I have three more rules."
   "Oh no," the four boys moaned in unison.
   "Well that's the way it's going to be," she said in mock
strictness, "I make the rules and you have the fun.
   "The first new rule is: once you pick a spot to fondle you can't
move your hand."
   "They shrugged collectively, accepting the rule as fair.
   "Second . . . If you only get to First Base, either we tongue-kiss
or you feel me up, . . but not both."
   A little more reluctantly, they accepted that rule too.  It wasn't so
bad, after all, she was telling them tongue-kissing was on the agenda.
   "And lastly . . .  At Second Base, no penetration.  Does everyone
understand that rule?"
   "You mean we can't stick our fingers in your cunt, is that what you
mean," asked Carl.
   "Or up my ass.  That's exactly right.  You all got that?"
   No one gestured or said anything but Ellen knew the rule would be
followed.

   "Okay.  You first, Luis, what do you want to do?"
   For his answer, he sidle over so he was facing her and in a position
to kiss.  Then he put his arms around her, pressed his lips to her, and
began a passionate kiss.  Ellen didn't know where this was going so her
mouth remained closed but receptive.  As his tongue slid into her mouth
she responded warmly, it was so good to start this way, with a little
love instead of adolescent groping, and Luis seemed to know what he was
doing.  Her doubts about him melted away as they intertwined their
tongues.  She had a picture of him as a macho brute and now her picture
was changing; she really could like this guy and he really knew how to
kiss.  As they broke, breathless, her eyes were shining in genuine
affection for this young man.  "Thank you, Luis," she purred, "that
was very good."  Then after a moment to enjoy, she continued, "alright
Carl, why don't you go next."
   The student grinned as he took Luis' place facing the teacher.  With
a ticket to Second Base he had more freedom to roam, and Ellen wondered
what she had in store.  It started with a kiss, first with no tongue,
and then as his tongue extended into her mouth, his hand slid under her
waistband sliding towards her cunt.  She welcomed the intrusion, in her
mouth, as her tongue played with his thick tongue, and in her crotch, as
her legs spread wider and her juices started flowing.
   Carl could feel her warm reception, and it showed by the bulge in his
pants.  His hand fondled her gently, sliding back and forth across her
vagina, index finger trailing slowly through her slit.  He thought about
the no-penetration rule and wished his finger could enter; the
temperature he sensed, in the palm of his hand, seemed, oh so, warm,
warm and inviting.  The soft feel of her pubic hair grew wetter and
wetter as the caress continued, telling Carl, if he had any doubts, the
welcome of his hand prowling that intimate domain.  The kiss lasted
three minutes as Carl felt he'd ascended into heaven.  This was grown-up
sex, he knew, and nothing he'd done before compared with it.  "Thank
you, Ellen," he said softly, as his head moved away and his hand slid
out of her pants.  "I really appreciated that."
   "You're welcome, Carl," she responded in kind, without objection to
the intimacy of calling her by her first name.  "I enjoyed that very
much."
   "Whew!" she continued, clearly somewhat overwhelmed, "Why don't
you go next, Jeff."  She had a good idea what to expect from him.  And
she was right.
   He sat before her, again in the same position as Luis, and again he
began with a kiss.  But the hand that had slid down the front of her
pants was replaced by a hand at her rear.  His timing was off too; a
tongue intruded into her mouth seconds before a finger toyed with her
anus.  Briefly, she thought of breaking to remind him of the rules, but
let him go on because he was just a little boy.  The little boy rubbed a
finger up and down between her ass cheeks, as his tongue lay, lifeless
in her mouth; he couldn't keep track of both job sites simultaneously.
She shifted her position slightly to give him better access, and
accepted the finger in her anus.  Just a little.  He knew what the rule
was and thought he was getting away with it.  And that was it.
   When she broke off without a word, Jeff was the only boy who
understood.  In embarrassment he moved away, his posture revealing
enough to the other boys to keep their questions at bay.
   "Scot?"  She invited the last student to take his place with the
awkwardness hanging in the air, cooling both ardor and erections.
   Scot didn't disappoint her.  With a ticket only for First Base he
imitated the actions of Luis.  And the fun returned just a little, and
they all sensed what Scot had done.  Ellen looked him full in the face
as the kiss finally broke.  "Thank you, Scot," she said, seeing the
understanding in his eyes.  None of them knew why the chill had
descended, but they all sensed the return of warmth to her voice.
   "You're welcome, Miss James."
   That signaled the end of the evening, and all of the boys, nothing
further to add, got up and filed out of her apartment.  They won the
next match against a difficult team.  Ellen gave them eight points which
they decided to divide equally; she was happy that the relationship was
developing at an even pace, it made the lovemaking seem all the more
natural.  Jeff had learned something from his awkward performance the
week before, this time his kiss was more loving and he fondled her
breast gently.
If they won their next match they'd have a season average of sixty-
percent; more importantly, they'd be playing in the semi-finals.

They won.  Ellen was so excited that she awarded them sixteen
points; if they decided to give all the point to just two team members,
two boys would sit out and two would get to Third Base.  It would be the
first time anyone advanced that far.  Scot and Carl got the nod.
"What are you gonna do, guys?" asked Ellen.
"Wait," requested Carl.  The two winners conferred and came to
instant agreement.  "Can we both do you together?" Scot asked.
"Do what?" she wanted to know.
"Scot wants a blowjob and I want to eat you out," he explained.
Ellen thought and nodded in agreement.  "How about, just so Jeff
and Luis don't feel left out, I take off my clothes first?"
Luis looked at her with a quizzical smile, "Are you asking if
that's okay with us?"
She answered with a huge grin, "I can guess what you want.  You're
right.
"You two can fondle my breasts while I do it with Scot and Carl.
So tonight everybody gets a treat."  With that, she pulled her
sweatshirt over her head, giving the four boys their first view.  Her
breasts were full, round, and self-supporting, with prominent nipples,
now erect, in dime-sized areolas.
"Oooh!" came a sound whooshing out of Carl.
She stood up, and slid her shorts down her legs, wiggling her ass
and sticking her chest out, a good imitation of a stripper enjoying the
attention.  As her shorts hit the floor she kicked them away and the
sound of "Ta da!" could almost be heard.  It was staggering, the boys
could never have imagined they'd see this beautiful teacher standing
naked, and Ellen had dreamed of the moment she'd get to see her four
young men.
"Alright guys," she said with authority, "everybody takes their
clothes off.  All their clothes."   Then she adopted a model-like pose
as she excitedly watched the disrobing.
Carl finished first and, once again, Ellen admired its beauty.  He
stepped forward, put his arms around her and, before she realized, was
kissing her in a passionate embrace.  He thought he'd try to seem suave,
but his cool was disturbed by fleshed-out reality.  He didn't know how
sensual it would feel to have her bare breasts pressed into his bare
chest; he didn't know his cock would seek out her pussy, press upwards
into her slit, and stretch out there begging to gain entry.  Ellen was,
nevertheless, impressed, it was a good start to some greater sex and she
loved the feelings in her nipples and in her crotch that the young man's
body was inspiring.  He only let go when Scot asked to take his place,
and, once again, a young man was surprised by the touching, once again
Ellen enjoyed the foreplay.
They were ready now, and Ellen lay down in their midst.  Soon Scot
and Carl joined her, both upright, Scot with his cock pointing to her
face, and Carl with his head between her legs.  She turned to her side
facing Scot's cock as Carl rolled slightly to keep up with her.
Scot could feel her breath as she blew gently, the length of his
cock and then his balls.  Her lips touched slightly to the tip, her
tongue extended slightly, probed the opening, and  slid down underneath
to his balls.  Now her tongue extended all the way as it caressed his
left testicle before sliding over to caress the other.  He could feel
her nose on the underside of his cock; he could feel her breath on his
moistened flesh.
In another part of Ellen, Carl was finding his way.  This was his
first; he'd never licked a cunt before, but, fortunately for Ellen, he
had a natural talent.  Her pubic hair confused him.  He was afraid of
swallowing a strand or getting it caught in his teeth.  So the first
thing he did was to lick her all around, till the hair was pasted out of
his way.  He'd heard about the clitoris, so he fondled it and stroked it
with his tongue.  Ellen writhed in pleasure, so he did that a little bit
more.  Next he tried inserting his tongue into her vagina, just a little
at first as he slid it up and down, then deeper as he let the tip of his
tongue explore the magic chamber entrance.
Luis wasn't fondling Ellen's tits, Jeff had started there.  Luis was
rubbing her belly; his hand starting at the underside of her breasts,
and travelling to the top of her pubis.  He whispered in Jeff's ear,
"Suck on her left tit as you massage her right one.  She'll like
that."  She did.
The cocksucking was well underway.  Her right hand, still fondling
his scrotum, held cock to her mouth sliding in and out.  Her left arm
pinned beneath her, only one hand was free for love.  Tongue making love
as it caressed cock, purring sounds of  contentment flowed over it.
For Carl it was pleasure doubled and redoubled.  The sensations in
his groin beyond anything he'd yet imagined.  Ellen knew just the way to
handle him for pleasure to surge to great peaks.  Thrills ran through
him.  His breath was cresting in waves.  And it was all from Miss James,
the unimaginably unattainable!
Every little while, she'd let teeth drag across his member as mouth
finished up an outstroke; then withdraw all the way, teeth scraping
right past his cockhead.  Pleasure and pain, sweet and sour, contrast
that made loving exquisite.  She'd tilt her head so the teeth would
scrape the sides, then tongue and lips would slide up and down,
sometimes firmly, sometimes lightly, before head would tilt back and
mouth press on the top and bottom.  Her cheeks would hollow as , more
and more often, she'd suck while her mouth did its outstroke.  Then,
without lessening the pressure, dragonlike air would come streaming from
her nose and chill his cock, as her head pushed forward for cock
instroke.  Her tongue and mouth squeezed his cock as she pumped forward,
her cheeks and tongue tugged on his cock as she pumped out.  For Ellen
the pleasure was in the giving.  To satisfy a man and give him pleasure,
not because he was superior, but because he was equal and she could
share, that gave her mounting satisfaction.
Luis hand was roaming further now, caressing a breast when Jeff
would release it, rubbing belly and side and scratching fingers in her
pubic hair.  He'd rub her buttocks when he wanted to, and let a finger
diddle her anus.  He whispered something to Scot.
   Carl was loving her cunt.  His tongue was in and out, in and out,
massaging her clit, then tickling the folds of her lips.  Ellen felt
one, then two fingers enter her, they'd work with the tongue to add
pressure from inside and outside; they'd plunge deeply into her,
stroking in and out, inspiring deeper and deeper breathing.
Carl too, was feeling pleasure because of the gift he was giving.
He could tell the quality of his gift from her writhing and twisting and
moaning; he could feel, for his artistic, creative self, just how much
enjoyment he was bestowing.  He cared about her, not just because he
liked her quirky sense of humor, but also she was his teacher and she
was letting him bestow pleasure, oh so personally.  Ellen was receiving
this gift on one end, and gifting Scot at the other.  But they were all
one.  The young man extending from the cock in her mouth, was one with
the mouth extending into man at her cunt; just as surely connected to,
and one with, the hands and mouth at her breast, one with hands,
roaming, and pleasuring the rest of her body.  All five of them,
cresting until it filled the room, for one all-consuming reach towards
an orgasm.
Then something new was added, she was glad he thought of it; a wet
finger began to wiggle its way into her anus.  Fingers and tongue,
stroking in and out of her cunt, joined with a finger stroking in and
out of her ass.  She was beginning to lose it now.  She was having
difficulty concentrating on the blowjob.
   Both of them, Ellen and Scot, were gasping on the verge.  The timing
seemed close to perfect as her attention to mouth's cock began to
wander.  She increased the tempo as she felt tremors in her mouth.  She
was crying out now, "Oh.  Oooh.  Oh.  That's perfect.  Please. . .
please . . keep that up."
   From Scot, "Oh Ellen.  Oh.  Oh-oh.  Oh god, this is fantastic."
   Jeff increased the pressure, sucking on her tit, as Luis pushed down,
pushing down and down on her belly.  And they did it.  Two orgasms
exploding forth together.  Ellen's mouth filled with cream as her juice
overflowed into Carl.  Two bodies, totally spent, resolved themselves
into heavy breathing.
The five of them lay there, parts of boys bodies resting on parts of
hers, until Ellen finally broke the spell by speaking.  "Okay.  That
was fun.  A lot of fun.  But everybody get dressed now.
She finished ominously, "I have something to say.
"But I'll tell you after you get dressed" That sounded.
While Ellen went to her bedroom to put on a robe, the four boys
reluctantly got dressed.  "I have an amendment to the rules," she
announced, "It comes in the form of 'I got some good news and some bad
news.'"
   "Bad news first," requested Luis, as nominal leader of the pack.
   "The bad news," began Ellen, "is that there's no more sex during
the semi-finals."
   "Shit!" jumped in Scot, "That's gonna ruin our team spirit."
   "Yeah!" said Carl and Jeff together.
Luis remained silent, sure that the good news was going to solve
that problem.  "And . . ?" he finally asked.
"And the good news is that, if we win the championship you're each
going to earn a Home Run."
They considered that, all with long faces, though Luis knew Ellen
had more.
"And . . ?" he asked again.
"And if you don't win, you all get to go to Third Base!" said
Ellen triumphantly.
"You got a deal!" said Luis, speaking for the team.

There were eight teams in the semi-finals, three more debates before
it came down to one winner.  Before the first debate, she'd be stopped
by various instructors in the hall, congratulating her for making it
this far.  After they won that, the chairman of the department stopped
by her class to wish her well, and urging her not to worry because
making it to the final match was proof of her good coaching.  On the
evening of the final debate they had their first real audience; half of
the department showed up to cheer them on.
It wasn't an easy match, the judges were clearly struggling, but
after a half-hour in a huddle, they announced the winner.  Her team had
won the championship!
   But her celebration plans were cancelled, rather, postponed for the
plans of those who didn't know.  Scot's father was there, elated and
anxious to invite them all out for a party.  Drinking and singing,
laughing far into the night.  No one noticed the stars weren't shining,
no one cared they wanted to be elsewhere.  Ellen got them alone for a
moment, to tell them where to be on Tuesday, on Tuesday she'd deliver on
her promise.

   So, at the appointed hour, four young men showed up at her door, and
Ellen, dressed in her usual sweats, invited them in and served tea so
they could finally get to know each other.
   "Is this going to be the last time?"  The question didn't surprise
her, just as she expected it'd come from Luis.
   "I don't know,  we five will have to take it as it comes.
   "I suppose by now, we have to assume we're friends, and I won't turn
friends away if they come knocking at my door."
   "Knocking at your door?" said Jeff, drooling with sexual innuendo.
   Before Ellen could reply, Scot jumped in to put Jeff in his place.
"Don't do that, Jeff.  We're men now, and too old to play stupid word
games.  You're insulting her."
   "I'm not!" he whined defensively, "Am I, Miss James?"
   "You are.  Scot is right.
   "I'll tell you, Jeff, at first you bothered me a little with the ass
thing, but later I sensed that you weren't a bad guy, you just had a
little boy's attitudes about sex.
   "So, bottom line, I've started to like you but you're going to have
to develop and grow like your other three friends."
   To his credit, he didn't say anything.  He sat there with head bowed
and nodding because he couldn't look her in her face.
   "They asked me to coach the Varsity team," Ellen continued, "But
I'm gonna have to come up with some real coaching 'cause I'm scared to
do something like this again.
   "You're all going to be invited to the team, by the way.  So what we
have is going to have to stay our secret.  Right?"
   "Of course!" from Scot.
   "Yes." From Luis.
   Jeff nodded his head.
   Carl looked at her, then reached over and kissed her lightly on the
lips--which she accepted sweetly--and told her they'd always be her
protector.
   "Okay!" she brightly said, "Let's get started."
   "Any new rules?" asked Carl.
   She thought a moment.  "I don't want any ass-fucking.  I thought
about that and it doesn't appeal to me.  At least, not now, . . not
tonight.
   "Okay, Jeff?"
   Jeff looked up. His eyes were a little moist.  "Okay."
   "So that's it.  Luis, as the man I trust the most, you get to be the
director.  What do we do next?"
   It took a few seconds for Luis to accept the compliment, and he chose
not to comment on it.  "First, you sit where you are while we all take
off our clothes."
   "I anxiously await," she answered.  And she sat there and enjoyed
the show.

   "Ellen," requested Luis, "could you stand in the middle of the
floor?"
   When she's taken her place, Luis continued, "Jeff, I want you to
caress Ellen, give her a helluva kiss, and fondle her inside and outside
her clothes."
   She knew he was giving Jeff another chance, and she wanted him to
succeed.  So when the young man held her and started to kiss she gave
him maximum encouragement.  The kiss started indifferently but she
guided his tongue and lips until it evolved into a sensational one.  As
his hand reached into her sports brassiere, she guided it fondled it
from outside her shirt as Jeff started getting the idea.  His hand slid
under the waistband of her shorts and she her hand pressed down to mold
it into the precise place.  He hugged her, she hugged him, he fondled
her and she fondled him, and Jeff's lesson in groping earned him a nine-
point-five.
   "Okay Jeff, excellent, now Carl, you move in and take his place."
   This time she let the student fly solo.  It was a wonderful kiss, and
the fondling of her breasts, her ass, and her cunt, were completely
juicy proceedings.
   "Good!  Carl step back.  Scot step in.  Completely remove her
clothes."  Luis had a humor in his voice that she's never heard before,
and she was happy she had given him the assignment.
   First, her sweatshirt was slowly pulled up over her head.  Then her
brassiere was manipulated upwards with an unnecessary amount of touching
of her breasts.  Finally, her shorts began to be pulled downward, first
with Scot behind her, and a tongue probing her anus.  Then Scot frog-
walked in front to complete the job.  Ellen was looking straight ahead
but she could feel his warm breath spreading over her crotch.  Just as
her pants reached the floor, and she had to step out of them, she felt a
tongue in her vagina and fingers pleasuring between her buttocks.
   Now she gave an order.  "Thank you Scot, I'll get back to you.
   "Luis come over here and stand in front of me;" she commanded.
   "Yes Miss James."
   And now she put her arms around him and squeezed their bodies
together.  Her tongue extended into his mouth and wrestled excitingly
with his.  One hand quickly went to his cock, squeezing it and sliding
up and down, while the other hand dropped to his backside and a finger
rubbed sensuously round his asshole.
   "That will be all, Luis, you can pick up your cock and return to
your seat!"
   "Yes Miss James.
   "Uhmmm . . Miss James."
   "Yes, Luis?"
   "Miss James, how do you want your sex?  Will you be giving the class
an outline?
   "Yes Luis.  I'm glad you asked.
   "Two of you will begin when I get down on my knees.  I want one of
you behind fucking me doggy-style, . . while the other kneels in front,
to stick his cock in my mouth.
   "Do you understand the assignment?"
   "Yes ma'am!" four voices chorused.  And as she got down on all
fours, Jeff moved in front as Carl took his place at her rear.
   Ellen's fabulous mouth sucked and toyed with Jeff's straining cock,
which began this trip on the verge of ejaculation.  While Carl's
talented cock pistoned in and out of a wonderful cunt, lying under a
curvaceous ass, his finger played around at her anus.  Jeff's hips, more
carefully, pushed and pulled on a cock being sucked in a womb; he was
the first to come as Ellen's mouth hung onto his cock as she swallowed
spurting gism.  A moment later, Carl let go.
Both young men collapsed, Jeff sprawling out on the floor as Carl
fell over onto Ellen.  Heavy breathing, sloppy liquids, and cocks
withdrawing from their pleasures; her  talented students were exhausted,
gasping for breath, happy beyond reasonable measure.
   When they finally rose from the floor, Ellen gave her last set of
orders.  "The next act will consist of: me lying on my back on the
sectional, with Scot fucking and me sucking, Luis, who'll be straddling
my chest with his cock in my mouth.
   "That will conclude the evening's entertainment.  But don't look
sad," as she saw faces that did look that way, "they'll be lovely
parting gifts.
   She paused a moment to catch her breath, and then continued "I don't
know if we'll continue to have sex, though you'll each be free to drop
by, whenever you need a friend.  But each of you will be leaving with
one ticket for each sex act you've missed tonight, redeemable at your
convenience."
   As she took her place on the couch, lying on her back with her feet
planted squarely on the floor, Scot eagerly took his place, guided by
his erection, which he slid into place up her wet cunt.  Luis, obeying
instructions, straddled her chest, her arms outside his knees, which
were tucked into her armpits.  He leaned forward and carefully slid his
erection into her mouth, as her hands came round to his hips so she
could push or pull on him when she wanted.
   Scot began his in and out as soon as the three were in place--a slow
rhythm.  Ellen's tongue fondled the cock as she pulled Luis forward,
then trailed along the underside, pausing to play with the knob on the
end, as she pushed back to make the cock outstroke.
This was the way she liked blowjobs, with the woman in control.  She
liked to use her tongue, her cheeks, her teeth, and all of her mouth, to
give the man satisfaction.  Controlling the buildup of tension, slowing,
pumping faster, teeth nipping, tongue caressing, diddling the cock with
the tip of her tongue;  all the moves of a sex act to make the orgasm
finally her's.
Luis' growing excitement was proof he went long with her.  Scot, in
and out, was grunting as he approached the explosion he was going for,
but Luis would rather be under her control so he'd know it was her doing
the giving.  That was what sex acts were for, not for masturbation, but
so each partner could show how special the other was, to be deserving of
such personal attention.  Both of the two men were approaching a perfect
orgasm, while Ellen must take her satisfaction as the giver.  She was
thinking about that; thinking about how much more of an art her blowjob
was, compared to the man's simple fucking.  She wanted to fuck, using
the muscles in her vagina along with her hips and her loins.  She wanted
the man playing her like an instrument, not using her as a receptacle.
She wanted to pleasure him, to bring him to orgasm, while she brought
herself past her peak.
   Despite what she'd told the boys, she was going to invite Luis to
spend the night, so they could explore some mutual fucking.
With her mouth filled with cock, her smile was only in her mind.
She imagined a smile, growing and growing, as two cocks erupted to fill
her up with semen.

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