## Archive-name: teacher

Subject: STORY: The Teacher

Newsgroups: alt.sex

It's a great relief after three weeks of gruelling exams. As usual, there is the rash of year end/end of exam parties. Now that I got some time on my hand, I decided to go and check one out. There's the usual drinking, dancing, and loud music. I was sitting on the side, checking out the women when this girl caught my eye. She was sitting with a couple of her friends, chatting and laughing away. She's not the really gorgeous kind of woman, but there's a certain charm and charisma about her. She does have a pretty face, with jet black hair and the eyes to match. "Too many people," I thought, trying to rationalize why I shouldn't get up and talk to her. Ask her for a dance, perhaps. "What have you got to loose?" said another voice in my head. After staring at her for a while, I finally thought I've mustered up enough courage to go over and ask her for a dance -- or whatever. At that moment, one of those tall, dark, handsome kind of guy sat right in with the group. "You blew it again," the little voice in my head said. So, I sat back down. Just at moment, she caught my eyes and smiled. "Smiling at me? Nah. Yes, she is! She's staring at me. No, may be it's someone behind me." I turned around, but there's another couple chatting away with their backs against me. I turned back, but she was gone. "She must have left with her friends." I took a look at my watch. It's 10 past midnight. "I guess I should be going, too."

"Excuse me, do you have the time?"

"Yes, it's ...", holy shit, it's her. "eh, 10 past 12."

She just stood there, staring at me with a big smile on her face. She looks even prettier now, not gorgeous, but pretty. For the longest time, I just stared back, not knowing what to say, or what should I say. I can't say I want to fuck you. That would not be too appropriate. I can't say "may I give you a ride home?" since I don't have a car. Besides, she's with her friends, who are probably off to somewhere for a nightcap. I just smiled back, like an idiot. She broke the silence. "You were staring at me, weren't you?"

"Well ... eh ... I'm sorry. I can't help it."

"You only had a Coke?" she asked, taking a look at my half empty glass.

"Eh ... I don't like alcohol much."

"That's great, you can be our driver. Would you mind?"

"This is crazy!" I thought. "Sure," I said. "I don't think I've caught your name?"

"Oh, sorry, I'm Karen," she said, as we walked out to the car.

"What took you so long, Karen," one of her friends asked as we approach this BMW sedan.

"This is Debi, Janet, and Ben," introduced Karen. "And this is our official desig driver, eh..."

"Mark."

"Great to meet you," Ben shook my hand.

"Where are we going now?" Debi asked.

"Home," said Karen.

"Home?!" Debi protested.

"Yeah, we can continue there. My dad is out of town on business and mom is with her friends and won't be home tonight."

With Karen's navigation, we finally arrived at this two storey mansion, well hidden from the main road by the rows of evergreen right in front of it. One look and you know the annual income of this family is well above the poverty line. No, I should say well above the well-to-do line. We went directly to the basement, where it was a fully equipped entertainment centre. Karen put on some music and continued right where we left off. As the night wore on, I found out Karen and her friends were third year commerce students. Karen's dad was one of the well known "astronauts" of Hong Kong, businessmen who plop there families here and flying back and forth to do business while there's still money to be made before 1997. Debi and Karen's fathers were business partners. Ben and Janet's family are also in the same league.

It's about 1:30 a.m. and I was getting kind of liry. "Doesn't these people have to go home or something?" I thought, but can't find myself saying anything out loud. Finally, Karen said something.

"Hey, guys, it's getting kind of late." Finally, I thought. "Let's do something else." What?! Oh, her parents isn't around.

"Get out the cards," Ben suggested.

So, a table was set up. "Let's play five cards studs. Just like the movies."

"What, you've learn some of those tricks, Ben?" laughed Janet.

"Yeah, I'll show you. How much are we playing with?"

"Five thousand," Janet suggested.

"That's stupid. Mark don't have that much. Let's play strip poker."

"These people are crazy, or else they are more drunk than I thought," I thought.

"No way," Janet protested.

"We'll have a vote," said Ben. "All in favour?"

Ben, Karen and Debi out voted Janet. "You didn't say anything, Mark." "I didn't know I'm suppose to."

"Well," said Ben, "You are in. Let's go."

As Ben dealed, we just started playing. We must be crazy.

By about 2:00 a.m., we had several games and it was a sight to behold. Ben is down to his jockey shorts. Janet is left with a bra and panties, and Karen only her panties. I'm like Ben and Debi is completely naked.

"Do we stop now or what?" asked Debi.

Janet just got up from the table and put some slow music on. Ben grabbed Debi and started dancing with her. I was kind of dazed when Karen asked me for a slow one. She held me tight, running her hands gently up and down my bare back. They finally settled on my ass as they reached inside my shorts. I was doing the same when Karen pulled her head back from my shoulder. Her face was only millimeters from mine as she stared deeply into my eyes. Her pelvis was grinding tightly against my hard on as we engaged in a deep French kiss. As our mouths lock together in a frenzy, she pulled my shorts down to relase my stiff cock. I stepped out of my shorts and helped her to remove her panties. All this time, our tongues have not ceased to explore each other's mouth. She now stroke my hard on gently with her left hand as I bring her nipples to full attention on her small but firm breasts by rubbing them gently with my thumbs. Lambada music was playing in the background now, as we broke from our kiss. Suddenly I noticed that the others are nowhere to be found. I was too busy to care, though, as Karen pulled my seven inch into her. She wrapped her hands tightly around my neck her legs encirled my waist. She was swinging her hips back and forth as I danced to the beat of the music. She was in a wild frenzy, screaming and yelling. I grabbed on to her waist as she released her hands. We were in a kind of death spiral as she laid back all the way and I turned around in circles, with my penis still in her and her legs wrapped tightly around my waist. As the music stopped, I pulled her back in and she released her grip. She pulled back from my come drenched cock and panted, "I've never felt so good in my life!"

"Me neither," I grinded. "Where's Debi and Janet and Ben?"

"They're probably in the kitchen or something. Want to go find them?"

"No. Not really."

"But let's. Follow me," Karen said, as she trounce off upstairs.

Shit. I thought, "What a stupid thing to say. And I haven't been relieved yet!"

There were no one in the kitchen. "I feel kind of hungry now," said Karen. "Want to have a bite?" "Well, I ..." "Let's see," she said as she opened the refridgerator door. "How 'bout a lettuce?" She pulled out a full head of lettuce and put it on the counter. "I don't think so," I said. "OK," she said, closing the fridge door and reached above the fridge for the fruit basket there. "How 'bout a banana," she asked with a devlish grind as she started peeling the fruit. Putting the peel away, she walked over to the long dining table and sat herself on the edge as she push the fruit up her vagina. Being the helpful kind of guy I am, I went over and helped her. She was yelping with the banana halfway inside her. As she twisted the fruit, I knelt down in front of her and started chewing away. It broke about halfway as she purred "Dig it out of me, please." I obliged as I spread her, exploring her clits with my tongues and fingers as I consume the come soaked fruit. She was moaning with pleasure as I clean her out. She had another orgasm as I licked her clean. Seemingly exhausted, she was lying flat on the dining table now, her legs spread wide apart. She pulled herself back so her legs would rest on the top of the table. I followed her pussy up the table and was about to mount her when she said, "don't forget the lettuce." "Lettuce? You mean latex. Where?" In a single smooth movement, she flipped me over and put me flat on my back on the table now. She got up and said, "wait, I'll get it." "I'm not going anywhere."

Holy shit, she does mean lettuce. She started peeling off the lettuce leaves and wrapped them around my penis, which is growing ever stiffer with her gentle strokes. "Eh, I don't think lettuce works as well as latex, Karen." "Trust me," she said with a big grind. My hard on must have grown quite a bit in diameter as she straddled me. With the cold lettuce between my penis and her vagina, the sensation was incredible. My hands held her steady at her chest as she rode up and down, crunching the lettuce she've wrapped around my cock. I closed my eyes to enjoy the full pleasure as my hands explores her breasts again. Amid this pleasure, I felt someone kissed my lips gently. I opened my mouth for more, and sure enough, my wish was granted. Then I realized it was different. This is not Karen. As this strange tongue explores me methodically, I slowly opened my eyes. There was a heavy smell of perfume from this strange woman. I knew it wasn't either Debi or Janet as they did not smelled as strong. Sure enough, over me was a woman of 30 to 35 years of age, dressed in a bare back black nightgown, revealling a most flattering figure. I was about to say something when she put her hand on my mouth, gesturing not to say anything. She went around behind Karen and stripped. She then straddled me, sitting right behind Karen. Slowly, she guided my hands to explore her well developed breasts as she replace my hands on Karen's. "Not bad," the strange woman whispered in Karen's ears. "But gently, my dear." Without losing a beat, Karen replied, "show me, mother." What?!

Gently, the woman lifted Karen off me and replaced Karen on my penis. Karen got off peeling some of the leaves that stuck to her wet pussy and started chewing on them as she watch her mother in action. God, this woman knows what's she's doing. She brought me so close so many, it's driving me wild. Driving hard and fast now, then grinding gently and slowly in circles. She gestured Karen to get back on, having her straddle me and facing me. With experienced hands, she brought Karen to a screaming orgasm as she helped her masterbate. Then she guided my hands to imitate her movements. Now, I am playing with Karen's pussy as her mother keep her nipples in attention. This was too much for me as I come, lettuce and all, inside her mother. The three of us just collapsed together, exhausted, Karen and I fell asleep.

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