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Subject: {ASSM} Gym Teacher 3 (Mff cons) {Rod O'Steele}
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The author relishes your comments at rdosteele (at) yahoo (dot) com.  If
you like this story, see my other stories at www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/osteele/www.

   Thanks to my proof reader, Chuck, who makes it look like I actually have
mastered English.  Any mistakes which remain are strictly my own stubborn
fault.

   WARNINGS: Pay attention to the codes.  This story depicts consensual
sexual activity between men and women, and women and women.  Some of the
participants in the story are under the age of 18.  If you are too young to
read about sex please do not read this.



   Gym Teacher



   Part III



   Kerry told me Friday that she'd be over in the afternoon on Saturday.  I
spent the morning cleaning up, changing the sheets and things like that.  I
knew Kerry and I knew a lazy Saturday afternoon would mean the bed getting
a workout.  I was looking forward to it.



   Kerry let herself in on Saturday.  I had given her a key as she was
practically living with me, except for the sleeping.  I was watching a
college game on TV.  I heard her come in and shouted, "Hi.  Come kiss me,"
without turning from the game.



   I heard her giggle, then I felt her lean over the back of the couch and
kiss my neck.  I turned to kiss her properly, and found myself looking at a
brunette.  I nearly fell off the couch, I pulled back so quickly.



   The girl started laughing, "You said come kiss you."



   That's when I noticed Kerry standing behind the girl watching and
laughing, "You should see the look on your face."



   I knew I had been set up.  "I should spank you."



   Kerry smiled and turned to the other girl, "I told you he was into some
kinky stuff." They both exploded into peals of laughter.



   That's when I finally noticed, they were dressed identically, plain blue
shirts, white shirts, white sock and black shoes.  It looked like some sort
of school uniform.



   Kerry finally said, "This is Trish." I faintly recognized her from Gym.
She was one of the quiet ones who didn't get involved in the pranks.



   "Third period, right?"



   "Yeah," she said.



   I looked back at Kerry, "What's with the outfit?"



   {kerrytrish.jpg}



   She glanced at Trish, who stood next to her, their hands folded.  They
had obviously practiced something.  Kerry started, "Mr.  Martin.  We need
your help.  We need some special tutoring that only you can give us.  As
our Sex Ed teacher we need you to give us special attention and work on our
assignments.  Right Trish?"



   Trish was blushing slightly.  I wondered if she was regretting what
Kerry had talked her into.  Then, she composed herself, looked at me, and
smiled, "That's right Mr.  Martin.  We don't know how to do the special
assignment you gave us.  Will you help us with it?"



   I recalled the questions Kerry had asked me earlier that week and I
caught on to what was happening.  The school girl uniforms could only mean
Kerry had decided to make my fantasy come true.  Suddenly, the room was
full of electricity.  I looked closely at Trish.  She was a very attractive
girl, a nice compliment to Kerry.  My blood headed south and I felt my cock
responding.  My voice caught in my throat as I tried to answer, "Sure." I
had to cough to clear a passage.  "Sure girls.  I`d be glad to help you."



   Kerry led Trish around to the couch, shooing me off as they sat on it.
"You watch and tell us what we do wrong," she said.  She pulled Trish into
a kiss.  I thought my cock had been hard before.  Now, it ached.  I had to
reach into my pocket and adjust it so that it lay straight up against my
belly.  Kerry saw me and her eyes smiled as she and Trish continued
kissing.



   "How are we doing Mr.  Martin?"



   "So far, I don't see anything wrong," I answered.  Jesus, I wanted to
reach in and grab my cock and jerk it.  It truly was painful as it ached in
need.



   She smiled seductively at me before continuing in her role.  "Oh good.
Let's try the next thing, Trish."



   She leaned in and kissed Trish again.  This time they started
unbuttoning each others blouse.  They pulled off each other's bra, tossing
them at my feet.  Trish's tits were much smaller than Kerry's, but her
breasts were wonderfully shaped.  Kerry leaned down and took a nipple into
her mouth making Trish close her eyes and fling her head back as she moaned
in pleasure.



   Then Trish pushed Kerry back, attacking her tits, sucking on them as
Kerry moaned and pushed up at her.  Trish reached under Kerry's skirt,
pulling her panties off and tossing them at me.  I was tempted to pick them
up and hold them to my face, so full of desire was I, but the girls might
find that gross and I didn't want anything to interfere with this show.



   Kerry reversed the positions, pushing Trish back on the couch as she
kissed Trish, fondled her tits and pulled her panties off to throw them at
me.  Then it got even better.  Kerry smiled at me and slid down between
Trish's spread thighs.  She paused, her face just inches away from Trish's
pussy.  "Like this Mr.  Martin?" as she buried her face in Trish's pussy.



   Trish moaned, "Oh God, God." I thought the girls had been putting on a
show for me, more or less faking the action.  But Trish wasn't faking... 
which meant Kerry wasn't faking.  I thought I was about to cum and I hadn't
touched my cock yet.  Kerry was eating Trish and looking over at me.  I
could see her eyes, filled with lust as the rest of her face was buried in
Trish's snatch, licking and sucking.



   I didn't care about any show anymore.  My whole being was caught up in
the two girls making love on my couch.  I started tearing my clothes off;
shirt, sweats, and shorts were off in seconds and tossed away.  My cock
stood up, beating in rhythm and a furious red.  Kerry looked over at me and
stopped.  She smiled, "Look Trish.  Mr.  Martin wants to play."



   Trish opened her lust lidded eyes, which widened when they settled on my
rampant pole.  "Yeah."



   Tracy sat up.  "Come here," she said to Trish.  Trish sat up and Kerry
grabbed her hands pulling her onto her knees.  She sat behind Trish and
pulled her skirt up over her ass, showing Trish's cute ass and wet redolent
pussy to me.  "Is this the position you like Mr.  Martin?"



   {trishkerry.jpg}



   Trish looked back at me, a smile on her face.  "Mr.  Martin, you said
this position was a good one.  Is it?"



   I looked at Kerry, searching her eyes to make sure that this was really
what she intended.  Was this all teasing or did she really mean it.  She
looked back sensing what I was asking.  She nodded.  No longer holding
myself back, the passion that had been building watching these two nymphs
put on their show, exploded in me.  I rushed over to the couch and behind
Trish.  I grabbed her hips and moved to her.  She glanced at Kerry, concern
on her face.  "You're going to love it," Kerry said smiling.  Then in a
stage whisper she said, "He's really good," as she smiled up at me.



   I smiled back as I lined up my cock with Trish's upturned pussy.  She
was ready from the girls' foreplay and I slid into her easily.  Trish
groaned as my cock filled her.  I began fucking Trish in long slow strokes.
Her head fell against the couch, giving me a better angle to brush against
her clitoris on each stroke.  "Play with her tits," I said quietly to
Kerry. She looked surprised, then smiled back at me.  She seemed to be
saying, `It's your fantasy.' She reached under Trish and began sensuously
teasing her tits as she smiled at me, licking her lips.  Jesus, that was
erotic.  I nearly blew my nut right then, but held back by force of will
alone.  I knew Kerry had promised Trish some fun and I had to last long
enough to give her that.



   Trish was incoherently babbling as I sped up my attack on her pussy. 
Then, I felt her pussy spam on my cock gripping it so tightly I had trouble
pounding into her one last time.  I stopped, buried completely inside her.
The walls of her vagina rippled along my cock as she moaned and arched her
back.  It was too much.  My cum burst forth flooding her with my seed. 
Kerry was open-eyed watching both of us climax.  Trish went completely
limp, almost oozing down onto the couch pulling away from my slowly
shrinking cock.



   "Jesus," Kerry whispered.



   I turned to her and she held my eye.  "I love you," I said.



   Her eyes lit up.  "Really?"



   I nodded.



   "All I have to do is let you screw my best friends?" she asked with a
twinkle in her eye.



   I laughed.  "No.  All you have to do is show me how much you love me."



   The smile never left her face as she launched herself at me, wrapping
her arms around me as we kissed passionately.  "My turn." I looked down at
my limp cock as Kerry pulled away to see.  "Oops," she said.  She smiled
her devilish smile again as she sensuously slid down until she was kneeling
in front of me.  Her tongue snaked out and tasted the end of my cock.  "Not
bad," she said.  I felt the stirrings in my cock knowing that she was
tasting Trish's and my cum slathered over my cock.  Kerry slowly took my
cock into her mouth, running her tongue over and around it as she sucked up
and down the length of the shaft.  I felt the stirrings turn into
rumblings, then into a rush as my cock quickly grew.  Kerry felt it as well
and she sucked harder, making it harder until it throbbed in her mouth,
full and hard.



   Kerry unzipped the school skirt she was wearing and tossed it aside. 
She took my hand in hers, pulling me down onto her as she fell back onto
the soft rug.  I was between her legs as they wrapped around me, pulling me
into her.  From long practice I lined up with her easily, my cock finding
her pussy.  A push, and I entered her.  Her heels pulled my ass down and my
cock speared into her.  "I want you to fuck me, Mr.  Martin.  Teach me too,
just like you did Trish." I started fucking my sexy baby, my little sexpot
who was giving me this wonderful gift of a threesome.  "Oh yes, Mr. 
Martin. I sit in class and dream of this.  Dream of you teaching me all
about sex."



   "Kerry, oh yes, Kerry," I moaned, caught up in the little drama she had
created.  I was fucking two of my students, every male teacher's suppressed
dream.  Kerry was hot from watching Trish and me.  Her hips were bouncing
in need.  Our coupling was vigorous and quick.  I had to work to keep up
with my sexy baby, so full of yearning for her completion.  Kerry scaled
the heights of her orgasm then tumbled over into it, crying out, her heels
digging into my ass as I fucked her hard and fast.  She went limp as I
settled onto her heaving chest.



   As Kerry came down from her cum, I slowed and stopped.  Having just cum
right before we had started I wasn't close myself.  I looked up and saw
Trish on the couch watching us, her eyes glazed over in lust as her hand
rubbed her swollen pussy.



   "You don't need to do that," I said.



   "What?" she asked confused.



   "Come here," I said as I pulled out of Kerry.  Trish watched, mesmerized
as my cock appeared, red and wet, covered in Kerry's juices.  "Come here,"
I repeated motioning at the rug.  Trish knelt on the rug.  I took her hand
and had her lay back next to Kerry, as I knelt between her legs.  I flipped
up her little skirt exposing her mound and settled between her legs.  My
cock found her vagina and I slipped into her.



   "Oh Mr.  Martin," she moaned as I stretched her and filled her with my
cock.



   "What do you want?" I asked as I moved just a little inside her, mashing
her button with my body.



   "Teach me," she moaned.



   "Teach you what?"



   Trish opened her eyes and saw the teasing in mine.  She smiled.  "Teach
me to fuck."



   I pulled back and thrust into her.  "Okay," I said as I set up a deep
rhythmic thrusting, body slapping against body, cock spearing into pussy,
chest rubbing over distended nipples.



   I lost myself in the pleasure of fucking Trish.  Sometimes, you notice
the technique, concentrating on pleasing a partner, and sometimes it just
happens, you float along, your body doing what it knows how to do.  This
was one of those times.  We fucked, carried along together on a rising tide
of passion, our eyes would lock as our bodies moved together, in sync,
seeking fulfillment.  I saw it approach for her and my body, knowing,
readied to climax when she did.  When she screamed out her orgasm, my loins
answered, giving her my seed in primal completion, the search for new life
that is the real goal whether we are conscious of it or not.



   Trish cried out as she felt my cumming fill her.  We slowed, and
stopped. I kissed her, affectionately and quietly.



   I fell to the side as Trish snuggled against me, her head on my chest.
Kerry snuggled into my other side, her head on my shoulder.  "That was
awesome," she said to Trish.



   "Yeah," Trish answered.  "It was awesome watching you guys too."



   "I didn't expect to get so turned on watching," Kerry said quietly.



   "Me either," Trish reflected.  "I figured that was a guy thing, being a
voyeur.



   They both laughed.  "I guess we're pervs too, just like guys," Kerry
said laughing.



   "I guess so." Trish looked thoughtful.  "Thanks for inviting me.  That
was really fun."



   Kerry looked up at me, so I answered.  "I had fun too.  You both were
wonderful.  I guess Kerry told you about my fantasy?" Trish nodded.  "Thank
you both for making it real.  That was special."



   "You're welcome," Kerry said as she pulled my head to hers for a kiss.



   *****



   About a week had passed when I asked Kerry about the weekend.  "How do
you feel about the time with Trish and me?"



   We were watching something inane.  Kerry turned to me and grabbed the
remote turning off the TV.  "I've been thinking about it.  Did you like
it?"



   "Yeah.  I think you know that," I said.



   She smiled.  "I just wanted to make sure." Then she turned serious. 
"Mike, would it be okay if we didn't do that again?"



   "Sure," I said.  I had been thinking about it a lot and I had already
decided that if Kerry was uncomfortable the best thing I could do was
immediately agree.  I would be disappointed, but I wouldn't let her know
that.  I didn't want her feeling forced to do something she wasn't
comfortable with.



   She was playing with one fingernail.  "I know you liked it..."



   "Kerry, I liked it, but I love you.  There's a big difference."



   "I'm not saying I didn't like some of it.  And maybe someday I'd want to
do it again, but not right away," she said.



   "That's fine sweetheart," I said.



   She looked at me carefully, then she knew I really was telling her the
truth.  She threw her arms around my neck and kissed me hard.  "You are so
wonderful."



   Who was I to disabuse her of that idea?  We snuggled on the couch for a
while.  Then I asked her, "Kerry, can I ask something?"



   "About what?"



   "Last Saturday," I said.



   "Okay."



   "Was that he first time you and Trish..." I paused, looking for how I
wanted to ask the question.



   "Had sex together?" she finished for me.



   "Yeah."



   "Yes, it was," she said.



   "Oh.  Sorry, I didn't mean to imply something.  It was just that you
guys looked so comfortable kissing and touching each other.  I just
wondered if it was the first time."



   Kerry looked down and fiddled with her fingernails.  She looked up,
about to say something then backed down.



   "Yes?" I said.



   "Oh hell.  It was the first time we had sex, you know, like real sex
together.  But me and Trish have been friends forever, like from seventh
grade.  So, when we were young and we were curious about kissing and
stuff..." She looked up at me trying to read me.



   I smiled, "I take it you two maybe practiced with each other?"



   "Yeah.  I mean, it wasn't real sex.  We would kiss each other pretending
that one of us was the boy.  Then one day, Trish opened her lips a little
and we were Frenching.  Then we were touching each other, you know, on our
tits.  That got us really hot; so we took off our tops and touched each
other.  She sucked on my tits and I did hers.  But that was it.  We never
went farther.  It wasn't really sex," she finished.



   I took her hands in mine, "It's okay sweetie.  I don't think that was
bad.  A lot of kids fool around.  I don't think you're bad or anything.  In
fact, I think it's kind of sexy.  It makes Saturday even better for me.  I
was worried that maybe it was all acting by you and Trish.  I'm glad to
know that you do like each other and it was real."



   "It was real, all right.  Trish really liked it too.  I just don't know
if I can share you.  I like to have you all to myself," she said, throwing
her arms around my neck, her lips just an inch from mine.



   "I am yours," I said as we melted into a kiss.



   *****



   We were having dinner a week before graduation when Kerry surprised me,
again.  "I want to move in when I graduate."



   "Here?"



   "Of course here, you spaz," she said laughing.



   "But Kerry, I thought you're going to go to college.  Aren't you?"



   "Yes.  I had another one of those discussions with my folks.  At first
they blew up.  They aren't going to pay for me to go to college if I'm
shacked up with some no good, yada, yada.  I asked them, if I was going to
an expensive college on the east Coast, wouldn't they pay?  Yes.  And how
would they know who I was living with?  They wouldn't.  So, if I go to a
local school that is twenty times cheaper, they won't pay?  I can have an
expensive shack up on the coast but not a cheap one at home?  Anyway, we
went back and forth and they finally agreed to pay for college, but no room
and board if I'm shacked up.  I figure I can get a part time job and pay my
way here.  I won't need much to spend."



   I knew there was only one answer.  "Kerry, I can't wait until I get to
hold you in my arms every night." It was the right answer.  She came out of
her chair and dragged me into the bedroom.



   *****



   The day after graduation, Kerry showed up, her car loaded with clothes
and personal stuff.  I helped her move in.  As we were putting things away
she dropped the next bomb.  "I promised my folks they could meet you
finally.  I had to.  They're coming to dinner tonight."



   "Tonight?" she nodded.  "Oh my God," I muttered.



   "Mike, they are being cool about us.  I had to say yes."



   I could only nod.



   We hurried to get the place in shape and dinner fixed.  I went with
spaghetti.  It's easy and everyone likes it.



   Her parents showed up at seven.  It was strained to say the least.  We
sat down for dinner and I poured wine for everyone.  I could see in their
eyes they didn't like Kerry drinking, but they didn't say anything.



   Conversation was civilized, but not warm.  Her mom asked at one point,
"How much older are you?"



   "I'm four years older."



   "But she said you had a college degree," her mom continued.



   "I graduated early.  I'm only twenty-two," I said.



   "What do you do?"



   "I teach."



   "Oh." A pause, then she asked, "Where?"



   Kerry jumped in, "Elmcrest.  Don't even think about it."



   "But Kerry..."



   "Don't.  I'll swear I was eighteen when I met Mike and I had graduated
when we got together.  I'll swear to that in court," she said quietly but
forcefully.



   Her mom and dad looked at each other, a complete conversation in that
glance.



   I took Kerry's hand.  "That's the way I want us to be when we've been
married twenty years.  A conversation in a glance."



   Both heads snapped around.  "What did you say?"



   Kerry held my hand, "He said, `When we've been married twenty years, he
wants us to be just like that.'"



   "My folks do that too.  They have whole conversations in a glance
because they know each other so well.  I want my wife and me to be that
way, able to communicate so well," I said.  I didn't know it, but that was
the watershed moment.



   Her father reached over and took his wife's hand.  "That is the most
important thing isn't it?"



   They shared a look and I saw her face soften, "Yes it is, isn't it?" She
looked back at Kerry and me holding hands.



   I saw her father squeeze her hand, "I hate it too.  She's gone and grown
up."



   I saw the start of tears in her mother's eyes.  Kerry was out of her
chair and had her arms wrapped around her mom, "I do love him."



   Kerry grabbed her dad and hugged him.  "Love you Daddy."



   The tension, which could have been cut with a knife, evaporated.  They
had been worried, understandably, since they had never been able to meet
this man their daughter was dating.



   "Now I see why we couldn't meet the mystery man," Mrs.  Sturgis said. 
"So, Kerry, I think you can tell us the real story."



   Kerry let go of her dad and sat down next to me, grabbing my hand.  "I
couldn't help it mom.  Mike was my gym teacher."



   Her mom interrupted, "So you were the notorious male gym teacher."



   "That was me, and it was awful," I said.  Her dad looked dubious.  "No,
Mr.  Sturgis..."



   "Call me Brian."



   "And Kathy," her mom said.



   I smiled, "Thanks.  Really, it was awful.  I really tried to be a
gentleman and I felt like such an unwanted intruder."



   Kerry laughed, "You should have seen him blush." She regaled her parents
with stories of the pranks the girls pulled on each other and how they
would make me blush.  How some of the girls started wondering if I was gay.
I was astounded at that.  But Kerry just laughed and I had to join her.  We
were all laughing by the time she was done.



   "So you met him in class.  How did you..."



   "He seduced me," Kerry said matter-of-factly.  I choked on my wine.



   Her parents eyes widened, then they realized Kerry was trying to goad
them and they laughed.  "I guess we can skip that part," her mother said as
I wiped wine off my shirt.  Luckily, I had a burgundy colored polo shirt on
that night.



   "I started coming over here after school, just to hang out, watch TV or
a movie and pretty soon it was every day.  We've been together six months
and only had one argument and that was five months ago.  We just like being
together," Kerry said holding my hand against her.



   Her parents exchanged a glance.  "Well, it had to happen one day.  Our
little girl has gone and grown up." I saw tears start in Kathy's eyes.



   "Now don't start that or you'll never stop," Brian said.



   "Men," Kathy said, dabbing at her eyes.



   Brian looked over at me.  He extended his hand, "Welcome, Mike."



   I shook his hand, "Thanks.  I'll do my best."



   "That's all a man can do," he said.



   Brian asked, "So, are you going to keep teaching at Elmcrest?"



   "Yes.  They offered me a contract for next year.  No girl's gym; the
principal promised.  I'm teaching one class this summer and I'll have a
full load next year.  I want to get my Master's.  That's a five percent pay
raise over the regular salary schedule.  I can get my MA in Education and
do most of the work over the Internet."



   "That's going to cost you some?" Kathy asked.



   "Yeah, but it will pay for itself over time," I answered.



   Kathy looked around the apartment and I could see the calculations going
on in her head.



   I felt a little defensive, their daughter living in a little apartment
like this.  "They don't pay first year teachers very much," I added.



   Brian jumped in, "They don't pay beginning anybody very much.  That's
why young people have to be in love, so they don't realize they are poor.
Love shades all."



   Kerry smiled at me, "I don't mind."



   Brian and Kathy shared another look, then they smiled at each other. 
Some decision had been made.  I wondered what it was.



   The rest of dinner was spent laughing and talking about our pasts. 
Brian and Kathy told all of their stories about Kerry, many of which she
blushed her way through, and I told them about my college career.  Brian
was suitably impressed that I had lettered in football three years running
at State.  I told him I'd been lucky with injuries, nothing major.



   At the end of the evening Kathy gave me a hug and Brian followed with a
firm handshake.  I had passed the test.



   *****



   We found out what the decision had been a few days later.  Kathy called
Kerry and told her that they had thought about what she said, them paying
room and board if she went to an expensive college but not if she went to a
local college.  They had decided that she was right so they were going to
cover her tuition and send her a monthly stipend as long as she maintained
a 2.75 average.  They felt that since she was getting the stipend, she
wouldn't have to work part time and should be able to keep that GPA.  Kerry
was bright and had nearly a 4.0 in school so she should be able to do that.
I had played football and still carried a 3.0.



   A week later, we were invited over for dinner.  After dinner, Brian
invited me into the game room.  Over darts he told me that they thought a
Master's was a good idea.  They would be willing to loan me the money, a
loan with a signed agreement and payable when the degree was complete, for
doing the work.  I thanked him but said I thought I'd be able to do it
anyway.  But if I couldn't, I'd take him up on the offer.  I also told him
how honored I was that they would make such an offer.  He shrugged it off
but I knew he appreciated my saying it.  At least once a week, we were over
at their house for dinner.  I think Kathy didn't feel that was often
enough.



   Many an evening, Kerry and I would be in the front room, her with a book
and me with mine, studying.  I finished my Master's in two years.  Kerry
finished her degree in three and a half years.  That's when Kathy and Kerry
started planning the wedding.  Oh yes, Kerry was wearing my ring by then.



   After I finished my Master's, and gained tenure, I was making a decent
living.  We were rolling in the dough; at least it felt like it.  I knew
then what I wanted.  I bought a ring, a great big rock of a diamond ring.
One morning I told her to stay in bed.  She was expecting breakfast in bed.
Instead, I had roses hidden.  I also had a bunch of paper hearts I had cut
out of construction paper.  Okay, it was a little funky, but it felt right.
I decorated the dining room with balloons, flowers, and hearts and told her
to come out.  She opened the door and froze, a look of wonder on her face.
I had her sit down and got down on my knee.  I held out the little black
velvet box: told her I loved her, wanted to spend the rest of my life with
her, and asked her to marry me.  She said, "Yes," as tears of joy welled up
in her beaming eyes.



   American men owe Disney an unalterable hatred for what he did. 
Weddings. I'm not sure the marriage is worth going through the wedding. 
Girls grow up dreaming, obsessing, worrying, planning, talking to their
friends about their wedding: watching Sleeping Beauty, Cinderella, and
Beauty and the Beast.  They dream of that one day when they are Cinderella.
That's what Disney has done to American men, turned us into pumpkins.  None
of us will ever measure up to Disney's Prince Charming and the perfection
of those weddings, but that's what girls want.  Ah, the pain of it.  If we
only could have eloped...



   You know, life is funny.  I have to thank the lesbians of NOW for my
marriage.  It would never have happened had they not passed their crazy law
and made me a girl's gym teacher.  I never would have met Kerry.  I wonder
sometimes how things like this happen.  Kismet?  Are we fated to meet the
one?  Or is it just blind chance, our own Uncertainty Principle at work?  I
know that I met the one for me, and I hope I'm the one for her.  All I can
do is the best that I can.

















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