Mark, a math geek, is assigned by his teacher to tutor little miss rich
girl in Algebra.  It's a formula for experimentation that adds up to
something neither of them planned on.  They find out one plus one might
make three!  Who says math is useless in everyday life?
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   Tutor's Blues

   By Beating Off Bob (beatingoffbob@yahoo.com)

   If you were to ask me who my favorite teacher was I'd have to say it was
Mrs.  Hargraves.  That's because she was the one who asked me to tutor Lori
Hutchinson in Algebra.

   I was a senior and a geek.  I wasn't a jock, nor was I popular.  I
wasn't particularly good looking and I hadn't dated more than once or twice
my whole High School career.

   That's because those dates were nightmares.  I didn't know what to say,
or where to go or what to do.  I actually had one girl tell me she was
bored and wanted to go home.

   So I hit the books instead and got straight A's.  Mrs.  Hargraves used
me in her class as a student aide, which was fine because that set me apart
from the rest of the students.  I got along fine with them in that role,
but, leave the room or go to another class with them, and I was lost.

   So one day Mrs.  Hargraves said "Mark, would you be interested in making
a few bucks as a math tutor?" I said "Sure" and the first student she set
me up with was Lori.

   I was immediately terrified.

   Lori was a Junior, and she was everything I was not.  She was drop dead
gorgeous, with honey blond hair she often wore in a pony tail.  I
fantasized about her breasts regularly, and dreamed about going to the pool
and seeing her in a bikini.  She had blue eyes and was popular with a
capital P.  Strangely, I usually saw her with a gaggle of other cute girls,
and did not remember seeing her hanging onto a guy, like many of the other
girls I also fantasized about.  I found out why later.

   Every guy in school was aiming for her, and I knew I was the last guy in
school she would ever even look at.

   Our first meeting was horrible.  We met in the library after school one
day.  I was tongue tied, and couldn't look at her without blushing and
stammering.  I had been thinking some pretty sexy things about her and I
just knew that if I looked her in the eye she would know and be grossed
out.

   "So you're going to teach me about Algebra" she said in the most
beautiful voice I had ever heard.

   "Uhh, yeah" I responded lamely.

   "Well you have your work cut out for you, cause I suck at math," she
said matter-of-factly.

   I blushed.  She said "suck" and I immediately thought of what kind of
sucking I wished she would do to me.

   "So...when do we start?" she asked.

   I snuck a glance.  She was looking at me with a funny look on her face.
I looked away immediately.

   "Well ...  Uh ...  I need to ...  ummm ....  find out ...  uh ...  what
you know." Great!  I sounded like some kind of dufus.

   "OK, shoot," she said.  She talked to me like I was a normal person. 
How could this be?

   So I began asking her questions and giving her problems to do.  I got
interested immediately, because it soon became clear that she was smart,
but had had poor instruction in the past.  Or maybe she hadn't paid
attention or something.  She knew about half of the things she needed to
know to get anywhere.  In the process of doing this I quit stuttering.  Now
we were on my turf, and I felt more confident when we were talking math.

   Over the next month or so I met with her every other day.  I began
explaining to her what she had missed along the way, inserting formulae
corrections into her work and teaching her things she had apparently never
heard.  I loved these sessions, because she had her attention on the paper
in front of her, which allowed me to look at her.

   And man did I look.

   She was a knockout.  She wore nice clothes all the time, and sometimes I
swear she wasn't wearing a bra.  I saw points on the tips of her breasts
and I made myself believe they were her nipples.  I stared at her lips too.
They were full and a little pouty most of the time.  But when she "got it"
she smiled and her whole face lit up.  I spent major amounts of our time
together with a rock hard dick, and couldn't stand up to talk to her at
all. So I sat across from her most of the time.

   One Monday, after our session was done, Lori said "Mark, I have a tennis
lesson Wednesday.  Could we meet a little later than usual?"

   "Uh, sure ...  I guess so." I always stuttered when we weren't talking
about math.  "But I ...  um think the school will be ...  um closed by
then."

   "Oh" she said brightly "That's OK, you can just come over to my house
and we'll do it there."

   She said "do it there" and my prick sprang to attention.  I flushed red.
I also knew I'd have a new fantasy to beat off to that night.

   "Um ...  OK ...  sure." I managed to stammer out.

   So the following Wednesday found me at her house.  Her parents were
rich. It was a NICE house.

   A MAID let me in for pity's sakes.  I was taken to the back of the house
where there was a private library.  After I picked up my jaw off the floor
I settled in, examining the books on the shelves, most of which were
classics and which I had read.  There was a roll top desk along one wall,
and a couch along another, with several chairs scattered around.  I heard
the door open and turned around.

   Lori was wearing white, of course, a very short skirt with a loose top.
She was a little damp with sweat and was breathing hard.  Those breasts of
hers were repeatedly poking out toward me as she tried to catch her breath.

   "Sorry I'm late" she huffed.  "Charles worked me hard and I wanted to
get my net game up to par."

   I just stood there.  She was so beautiful I just hurt all over.  There
was this long pause and I snuck a look at her.  She was staring right at
me, and she had that funny look on her face again - kind of a puzzled look.

   She finally broke the silence "Are you OK?"

   "Uh ...  sure ...  ummm ...  lets get started." I wanted to crawl in a
crack and never come out.

   "Well, there's no table in here, but I can use the desk." she chirped.

   So there I was, standing behind her, leaning over her shoulder as she
worked on the stuff we were covering, and her loose top was hanging open,
and she was braless.

   They were the most beautiful things I had ever seen.  Her breasts were
milky white, and at the tips there were light pink areolas.  Her nipples
were a little bit darker, and they stuck out about half an inch.

   I stared and stared.

   I have no idea what I was saying to her, but it must have made sense to
her because she was working a problem and making corrections based on
whatever I was saying.  I must have been on autopilot, because I was NOT
thinking about math.

   I actually drooled on the desk.  I realized it was going to happen, but
couldn't do anything about it.

   So my spittle hit the desk, and she looked up.

   It was obvious where I was looking, and that I had been looking for a
while, and that I had drooled on the desk while looking there.

   I was mortified.  Her hand slapped up off the desk and pushed her shirt
against her breasts.

   I stumbled backward, and promptly tripped over the edge of a rug.  As I
fell backward I remembered seeing a chair back there somewhere, and then my
head hit something really hard and everything went black.

   Imagine this scene: This guy (creep?) who you just caught staring down
your top has fallen down and cracked his head on a chair.  He appears to be
unconscious and is flat on his back.  He's as limp as a noodle.  Well
almost.  There is ONE part of him that is not limp.  It is making a tent in
the front of his pants.  A rather large tent, now that you think about it.
But then you realize he could be really hurt, and you ignore the bulge and
look to see if he's bleeding on the rather expensive Persian carpet.

   I found out later that's sort of what happened, but I'm getting ahead of
myself.

   I came to with a cold cloth across my eyes.  It all came back in a rush.
I willed myself to just die right then and there, but of course that didn't
work.  Finally I lifted my head, but only a little, because I had what felt
like the mother of all hangovers, and I hadn't had a drop to drink.

   "Ungggggg" I moaned.

   "Don't move ...  don't get up yet." came a female voice.  The wet cloth
was removed and I saw the maid who had let me in.  Well, at least I didn't
have to face Lori.

   "I think I'm OK" I said.  "My head's a little sore, but I think I'm OK".
I just wanted to leave.  And then maybe move to Montana.

   "You just lay right there" said the maid.  "Miss Lori told me to keep
you right here until she gets back." I figured Lori had gone for a gun or
something.  I tried to get up, but the Maid held me down.

   "I have to get out of here" I said a little hoarsely.  "I have to go
home".

   A new voice broke in ...  the voice I loved, but really didn't want to
hear at this particular point in time.  "You just lie right there you
silly." said Lori.  I looked up and saw her.  She was even beautiful upside
down.  She knelt down and leaned over to start bandaging up my head.

   "You cut your head when you fell" she said as she wrapped gauze around
my head.

   I wasn't listening, because she was still in that loose shirt and when
she bent over I could see right up into it.  I just stared.  Maybe my eyes
glazed over ...  I don't know.  Anyway, pretty soon I looked at her face
and she was watching my eyes.  She knew I was looking again.

   "You're incorrigible, you know," she said with a straight face.

   "Oh gosh Lori ...  I'm sorry ...  I didn't mean to ...  I mean I ..." I
just sort of trailed off to nothing.

   She came around and sat me up.  "Thank you Louise, you can go now." Lori
said to the maid.  I was blushing again, and that made my head hurt.  I put
a hand up to touch the place I had banged up and kind of groaned.  Lori
leaned forward and grabbed my arm.  She had a worried look on her face. 
"Mark, are you OK?  Do I need to call an ambulance?"

   "No, I'm OK ...  just ashamed is all ...  but OK.  I'd better leave." I
said.

   "Don't be silly" said Lori, her face about eight inches from mine. 
"You're not going anywhere until I'm sure you didn't really hurt yourself."

   "OK, thanks" I said.  "And I'm really sorry"

   "For what?" said Lori "You didn't hurt the chair ...  OH, I see, you
mean you're sorry for staring at my breasts."

   There it was.  It was out.  I was officially a pervert.  My life was
over.  She'd tell the guys at school and, one by one, they'd make me pay.

   "You are the silliest boy I think I've ever met," she said.  I stared up
at her.  "All boys try to look at my breasts.  Why would you be any
different from them?"

   I hadn't thought of it quite that way.  But I knew she was right - about
all the boys trying I mean.

   She went on.  "Of course you are different in one way.  You are the
first boy who has ever seen my breasts bare."

   SPROING!!!

   Yeah, just like that, my little buddy jumped right to attention.  I
tried to sit up, because I knew it was trying to poke a hole in the front
of my pants.  Her hand went to my chest to hold me down.

   "You just lie there." she warned me.  Then she must have seen the tent
that was now the front of my pants.  "Oh...I see." Her face came back over
mine, about 8 inches again.  "Am I responsible for that?" Her eyes darted
toward my crotch.

   Now I have to tell you, shy or not, there comes a time when somebody
asks you the stupidest question you ever heard, and you just can't take it
any more.

   In those situations you either laugh or hit somebody.  I laughed.  I
laughed so hard my head hurt and I started crying.  I was laughing and
crying at the same time and holding my head and rolling around on the
floor.

   I thought I might actually die.

   I felt her hands trying to grab my shoulders and she was saying
something like "Mark!  what's wrong?  Mark, what can I do to help?" and the
next thing I knew she was hugging me.  Well hug is probably not the right
word.  The bard would say "She clasped his head to her bosom".

   The important point here is that I found my face cradled right between
those two fantastic breasts I had only recently been staring at.  Her hand
was caressing my hair and she was rocking back and forth.  Now this had the
effect of rubbing my face into her breasts.  I felt those two hard nipples
rubbing across my cheeks and I just melted.  I burrowed my face into her
breasts.

   I think I went "MMMMMMMmmmmmm".

   Lori stiffened and stopped.  Then, after a minute, she continued to rock
and I continued to "MMMmmmmmmm".

   Maybe ten minutes went by and finally I pulled away from her.  "Sorry" I
mumbled.

   "There you go again," she said sharply.  "Let me tell you something
Mister.  If I was mad at you, or I wanted an apology for something ... 
you'd know it."

   "Take it easy" I said back "I was just trying to be polite" I went on
"And I took advantage of you and I just wanted to apologize."

   She stared at me.  There was that funny look again.  Then she said
something I'll always remember.  "You have nothing to apologize for.  You
are the nicest guy I have ever met, and you can stare all you want."

   I had only thought I was stiff.  Now I was ROCK hard.

   She went on "And you don't have to apologize for THAT ( she pointed a
manicured finger at my straining bulge) either.  In fact, I take it as a
compliment."

   I grinned weakly.  "Maybe it was actually you who fell and hit your
head."

   She laughed.  "Mark, every guy I have ever been around has tried to get
in my panties.  They browbeat me, use guilt trips on me, try to get me
drunk - anything.  THEY try to take advantage of me.  You never have.  You
have treated me with respect and that makes me feel all funny inside."

   And then she leaned over and kissed me.  Those pouty soft lips closed
over mine and she kissed me - hard.  We broke apart to gasp for air.

   Now she was blushing.  "Oh my...I liked that," she panted.  "I mean I
REALLY liked that."

   And then she kissed me again.  This time she poked the tip of her tongue
between my lips.  Instinctively I tongued her back and we just melted into
each other's arms.  Ten minutes later she pulled back.

   "Mark...you have to go."

   I nodded dumbly.  "OK".

   She laughed again.  "No, really, you have to go, cause I don't think I
can control myself very much longer if you stay here."

   I nodded dumbly again "OK."

   She pulled me up, laughing all the time, and pushed me through the house
to the front door.

   "I know our next ...  session ...  is supposed to be until Friday.  But
I have to go out of town with my parents.  So it will have to be Monday. 
OK?" I didn't say anything.  "I mean we could meet tomorrow, but I don't
think that's a good idea right now," she said, still panting a little.  "So
Monday, OK?  Here...not at school."

   I was heavily into nodding dumbly that day "OK."

   I don't remember going home.  I don't remember eating anything, or
changing clothes or getting ready for bed.  I DO remember beating off that
night.  I shot at least four feet.  OK, OK, I know nobody can shoot 4 feet
and live to tell about it, but it was one of the hardest orgasms of my
short life.  When I got up the next morning I thought it was all a dream.

   The next day I saw Lori in the halls with that gaggle of girls she was
always hanging around with.

   "Hi Mark" she called out.  All the girls tittered.  Several guys looked
at me with very puzzled looks on their faces.  I spent the rest of the day
hard and whacked off as soon as I got home from school.

   Friday night came, and instead of tutoring Lori I stayed home and read
"The White Dragon" by Anne McCaffrey.  I don't know if it's any good or
not. The furthest I got was page six.  I read pages one through five about
30 times before I gave up.  It was the start of the longest weekend of my
life.

   I almost didn't go to her house Monday.  I figured I had already reached
nirvana, and there was nowhere to go but down.  I expected her to yell at
me, or tell me to go away or something.  But she didn't.

   Instead, she came to the door herself to let me in.  No maid today.  She
said her parents were at some ski resort for a few days, "recuperating". 
She was dressed in a halter top and loose shorts, and was barefoot.  The
halter top was loose too, and I knew if she bent over I'd be able to see
most of those beautiful breasts.  She took my hand and led me to the
library.  Her Algebra book was on the desk.  She sat down as if nothing had
happened and started to work.  I noticed that, the way she had set things
up, I had to look over her shoulder.

   Somehow I found the strength to concentrate on math, and we made good
progress.  She was coming along nicely and soon would not need much
tutoring.  I told you she was smart.  I tried not to look, but I couldn't
help it.  Sure enough I got an eyeful.  I couldn't see as much as the last
time, and only saw a nipple once, but she obviously knew I was looking and
did nothing to stop me.  I got hard again, of course.

   Finally she turned in the chair, her face about a foot from my rock hard
cock.  She looked right at it.

   "Aha!" she yelled "I thought so!" She stood up and hugged me, grinding
her body into mine.  My arms went around her.

   "Kiss me" she demanded.  I did and it was good.  I could feel her
breasts crushed against my chest.  They felt good.  I tried to keep my
erection from touching her, figuring that would go too far and it would be
all over.  Imagine my surprise when I felt her hands on my butt, pulling my
hips toward hers.  She ground her pussy against my cock and went
"MMMmmmmm".

   I didn't know what to do, so I just kissed her some more.  After what
seemed like a week or two, we broke apart.

   "Mark?" she said "Would you ...  Uh ...  would you do me a favor?"

   "Uh ...  sure" (I wasn't quite all there).

   "You remember how I told you no boy had ever seen my breasts?" Now she
had my attention.

   "Well, that's true.  In fact no boy has seen any of me naked.  And ...
well ...  I've never seen any of a boy naked either." She stopped.

   Now I'm not stupid.  I sound stupid and I might look stupid, but I'm NOT
stupid.  This woman had just kissed me like a lover and ground her luscious
pussy against my hard dick.  It might be a dream, but I wasn't about to try
to wake up.

   "So you want to see what a man looks like `in the flesh` so to speak."

   "Uh ...  well ...  yeah." Now she was the one stammering and blushing. I
sort of liked this.  I decided to have a little fun.

   "And you figure I know some guy who would be willing to show you his
manhood." It was obvious I meant some OTHER guy, and not me.

   "NO, silly" she pouted.  "I mean ...  well ...  I mean ...  will you
show me yours?" she ended weakly.

   "Lori" I said "What are you doing?  You know well and good I'd be more
than happy to fool around, but I can't help but think this is some kind of
joke or something."

   "Mark, I told you" she said "I like you because you treat me like a
lady. And I don't believe you'll do anything that I don't want you to, and
I feel safe with you, and you're a good tutor, and I can't experiment with
other guys because they want to go too far, but I can trust you."

   She was serious!

   "OK, but look" I said "You need to understand a couple of things.  First
off, I don't have any experience.  No girl has ever seen me naked either.
Second, I don't know how trustworthy I am.  The last sixty or seventy times
I have jacked off it was your picture in my mind."

   What was I saying?  Was I crazy?

   "Oh" she said in a small voice.  "I didn't know that.  You mean you
masturbate while you're thinking of me?" Her voice sounded strangely husky.
"And when you have an orgasm you pretend you're having it ...  inside me?"
I noticed her hand was between her legs.

   Remember the part where I told you I'm not stupid?

   "Yeah, Lori" I huffed "I lay in bed, and I pretend I'm ...  inside you,
and I dream about sucking your nipples and then I shoot." I was taking a
chance, but I didn't think it was too big a chance.

   "Sixty or seventy times?" She was breathing harder now, those
magnificent breasts rising and falling right before my eyes.

   "Well ..." I said "Probably more, but I didn't want you to think I was
some kind of sex fiend."

   "Ohhhhh" she moaned.  Her hand was definitely busy between her legs. 
"Would you do it for me?  Here?  Now?"

   I about came right then and there.  This was a dream I didn't ever want
to wake up from.

   Lori went to the library doors and locked them.  "My parents are gone to
Europe and I gave Louise the day off, but I'd feel better if the doors were
locked."

   I decided to stick my neck out.  "Lori?  I ...  I'll ...  I'll be happy
to show you what I do, but would it be OK if ...  maybe ...  I could look
at ...  you know ...  your ..." I couldn't say the word "tits".  Not to
this woman.

   "My body?" she asked.

   Well, that wasn't exactly what I was thinking, but it was close.

   "Well, OK" she said "But I want to leave my panties on, OK?"

   "OK" I said dumbly (again).

   She stripped down in no time.  The halter came off, exposing those
luscious breasts and then her shorts dropped, leaving her in high cut
bikini panties that were powder blue and sheer enough I could see through
them.  She stood across the room.  She fidgeted.

   "Gosh, Lori...you're beautiful." I murmured.

   "Of course I am ...  It's your turn," she said breathlessly.

   So I skinned out of my shirt and pants.  I knew this was real now, and I
wasn't nervous any more.  Something about having Lori so casually strip
down right in front of me convinced me that things had changed for me, and
that maybe I wasn't as much of a loser as I had thought.

   I took off my skivvies and my buddy sprang out, like Clark Kent bursting
out of a telephone booth with the suit on.

   "Ohhh my" said Lori, and she took a step toward me.  "It's big" she said
simply.

   "Well I don't know about that" I said "But it fits my hand really nice"
I jacked it slowly.  I'm not circumcised, and the foreskin covered and
uncovered the head as she watched.  She took another step toward me.  I
stared at her breasts.  Those perfect nipples were standing proud.  They
looked delicious.  Her eyes were riveted on my dick.  As I jacked it her
hand slid toward her panties.

   "Do you ever ...  you know?" I said as I jerked my cock toward her.

   She started, glancing up at my face.  Then she laughed "Well, seeing as
how I'm here with you naked, I don't suppose it would hurt to admit that I
do."

   "Would you ...  do it with me?" I asked.

   She blushed.  "OK" she said in that little voice.  She slid her hand
inside her panties.

   "No fair" I said quietly.

   Her eyes jerked back to mine.  She blushed again.  She just stared at me
for maybe 30 seconds.  But she took her panties off.  She was red as a
beet, but she was brave.  She dragged a chair opposite mine and sat in it,
her legs together at first.  I stood in front of her and closed my eyes.

   "I'm imagining my favorite fantasy" I said "I've come to Lori's house to
tutor her.  She's in the pool and invites me to come in.  I don't have a
suit.  She says that's OK, just skinny dip."

   I started jerking in long slow movements that fully covered and then
revealed my cock head.  I peeked and saw Lori, legs spread, jaw slack,
fingers rubbing her pussy lips.

   "I get in the water and we play tag.  I catch her and as we wrestle her
top falls off.  I suck her nipples and she squeals."

   I heard Lori panting and peeked again.  She had a finger in her pussy,
plunging it in and out.  I jerked harder.

   "We wrestle some more and her bottoms come off - they have little bows
on the sides that keep them on.  She hugs me and kisses me, and my cock
sticks between her legs.  It's rubbing against her pussy.  Then she spreads
her legs and pulls herself up by my shoulders.  My cock lodges in her pussy
and she slides back down.  Now I'm in her, all the way in her."

   I peek and Lori has two fingers in her pussy now.  She's wet, I can see
it, and I'm beginning to leak precum.

   "I go deep in her.  I'm starting to leak sperm, like I am right now." I
opened my eyes and looked at Lori.  Her eyes were open, staring at the wet
end of my dick.  Her fingers didn't pause, though and she was breathing
very hard.

   "I tell her I'm about to cum and then .............  I spurt"

   I timed it so that I'd start cumming at that point.  I didn't actually
aim it at Lori, it's just that she was right there in front of me and
that's where I shot.

   The first stream just happened to splatter all over her breasts.  She
froze and looked in disbelief at the thick white fluid now dripping off one
nipple.

   The next spurt came and what was left of my mind said "Hey stupid, don't
squirt all over her chest again" so I directed it downward, so as not to
hit her face.

   Instead I scored a direct hit on her pussy lips and hand.  Her fingers
were coated.  She stared for a second at her wet hand and suddenly she
continued to slide them in her pussy, pushing my sperm inside her in the
process.  This was so erotic I continued cumming so hard I thought I'd pass
out.

   Lori squealed and began to shake.  Her hand was a blur and her head
shook back and forth.  She gave out a high pitched keening noised that
would have scared me to death if I hadn't known it was associated with an
orgasm.  My knees gave out and I sank to the floor.

   It took us ten minutes to catch our breath.  She was still sitting in
the chair, her legs still spread.  My dick was hanging between my legs,
soft for once.

   She sighed.  "That was so hot.  I never came like that before."

   "You and me both" I said.

   She stared at her pussy, which was coated with my sperm and then at her
hand.  Tentatively she brought one finger to her lips.  A flick of her
tongue and she was tasting it.  Tasting me.

   "Hmmmmmm" was her response.  "Not what I expected, but nothing awful."

   "Um...sorry about shooting all over you." I started to say.  She was out
of the chair and sitting on my chest in a flash.

   "When are you going to learn?" she said in mock anger.

   "Well ...  I just thought ..." my statement was stopped by a kiss.  This
kiss was a nice gentle one that went on and on.  My hands came up to her
breasts.  I found those luscious nipples and began rolling them between my
thumbs and forefingers.  She moaned into my mouth and scooted her pussy
around on my stomach.  My buddy awoke (which amazed me all get out) and
flopped up, hitting her on the butt.  She pulled up from the kiss, but did
not sit up.  Instead she hung her breasts over my face.

   I knew what to do and soon I had a nipple in my mouth and was sucking
and chewing on the fruit of my dreams.  Her response was gratifying
"Ohhhhhhhhhh".  She backed up, feeling my hardon against her buns.  She was
breathing hard again.

   Suddenly she sat up, batting my hands away from her breasts.  Seeing as
how everything I had said so far had been wrong I just lay there and looked
at her.  Man she was beautiful.

   "We should take a break" she said quietly.

   "Um ...  OK".  My comebacks weren't improving any.

   "I mean, this has been really wonderful ...  I've never felt this way
... and I'm really glad we did this ...  but ..." she trailed off.

   "Um ...  I mean ...  really ...  it's OK, Lori".  I didn't know exactly
what was going on, but I knew I didn't want her to ever be mad at me.  I
wanted this to go on and on and on, but I'd already done WAY more with this
wonderful creature than I ever would have dreamed of actually doing.

   She went on as if I hadn't said a word.  "I mean ...  what I'm feeling
now ...  I want to ...  I just don't think we should go any farther."

   "Absolutely" I chimed in, happy I had said something other than `OK'.

   Then Lori moved, raising her hips and sliding down until she was sitting
on my thighs.  My dick, which didn't know things were over for the day,
stood proudly, as if to say "OK, here I am, I'm ready to go, whatever you
need me for I'm your dick!"

   She reached down and grasped it lightly.

   "Wow!" she said smiling "It's so hard, but soft at the same time." Then
she went on, addressing her comment to my stiff little buddy "So you're the
one who almost got me in trouble tonight.  You're the one who almost made
me lose my senses.  You're the one who almost got to go inside me."

   I was stunned.  My buddy pulsed and waved as he got even harder.  She
was sort of idly stroking me while she talked to my penis.  This was too
cool and I just lay there and enjoyed it.  The idea that she had even
thought about wanting my dick in her was enough that I could now die a
happy man.

   She kept talking to my penis.

   "Do you want to see what you are missing you naughty little boy?" she
bent my dick toward her pussy and briefly touched the head to her pussy
lips before jerking it away again.

   "Yes, I bet you wish you could go in there don't you?  You're such a bad
bad penis.  I bet you want to kiss Lori's little clitty don't you?"

   This time she bent it down and rubbed the head across her clit several
times.  She shuddered.  Then she shook her head and pushed my dick down
flat across my abdomen.  She scooted up, which caused her pussy lips to
straddle my dick and rubbed her pussy along the length of my boner.  She
bent over at the same time to kiss me again.

   "Mark, the way I'm feeling right now is very dangerous, and I don't want
to go all the way, but I want to have one more orgasm, OK?"

   I played it safe.  I just nodded.

   So she started sliding back and forth on top of my pecker.  Her pussy
lips were hot and wet and it felt almost like I was jacking off.  Her
breasts were over my face, so I feasted again, this time on both nipples.
She was doing all the work, so I slid my hands along her sides, and across
her back and around her breasts.  She was panting now and her movements
were getting really jerky.  I could tell she was close, and that made me
get close too.  The closer she got the more wildly she rode me and soon her
pussy lips were going all the way up to the head of my dick, washing over
it back and forth.  That must have felt good because she shortened her
stroke to center mostly on the head.

   I was about ready to pop so I said "Lori ...  unnngggggg ...  I'm about
there ...  I'm going to shoot."

   She was thrashing on me now and she started to make a sound, kind of
soft and low at first, but it got louder and louder and louder.  She
started shaking her head and her pony tail flopped around.

   Then disaster struck.

   She bent down, almost laying on my chest.  Maybe it was to drag her
nipples across my chest, or maybe it was to kiss me - I don't know.  But it
put her pussy in line with my dick when she slid back down.

   This time her pussy didn't slide over the head of my dick - it slid ONTO
the head of my dick.

   Suddenly I felt my dick head enveloped in something hot and wet.  That
feeling took me over the edge and I blasted a long thick rope of hot white
jism into what turned out to be her pussy.  She obviously felt it happen
too, because she froze.

   Then (and I don't think she would have done this had she been thinking
clearly) she SAT UP.  That caused her whole weight to fall on what was
already planted a couple of inches deep in her pussy - namely my buddy!

   Now at this late date I know what happened, but right then neither of us
knew what happened or why.  What happened was that the shot of slippery
jizz I had pumped into her made the inside of her pussy extra slick.  Her
three-finger jerk-off just prior to this had stretched her out some. 
Gravity did the rest and she impaled herself good and proper on my rod.

   Not only did she sink to the balls, she did this while my dick was in
the throes of a most wonderful and powerful orgasm.  That is to say that
while she was sliding down on my seven inches of cock, that cock was
spitting wave after wave of teenaged sperm right into her unprotected
pussy.

   About the same time her pussy, now flooded with millions of Mark's
patented baby makers, realized that it had a nice hard dick in it and she
tumbled the rest of the way into her own orgasm.  She sucked in a big
breath and let out a wail that would wake the dead.  Her pussy went crazy,
squeezing and rippling and jerking all around my cock as it continued
spurting its load into her belly.  Her hips did a little sort of circular
dance as she fell forward again, this time landing solidly on my chest, her
mouth buried in my neck.  Her pussy jerked forward and backward about six
or seven times and she said "Oh Mark,oh Mark,oh Mark,oh Mark" into my neck.
Then she must melted into dead weight on my chest, gasping to catch her
breath.

   I put my arms around her.  My dick, empty now, but too stupid to know
it, continued jerking in her pussy, trying like heck to shoot something
else into her.

   She felt it and nuzzled into my neck, going "Mmmmmmmmm".

   She spoke to my neck this time, instead of my penis.  "That wasn't
supposed to happen."

   "I know" I said softly.  "I'm ..." I didn't finish it.

   Then I decided to.

   "I'm NOT sorry.  I couldn't be sorry even if I tried.  That was the most
wonderful thing that ever happened to me.  If I never ever get to do it
again, it will have been worth it.  I hope you aren't pregnant, but if you
are then we'll just have to deal with raising a beautiful child, because
that's the only kind you could possibly have."

   She sat back up.  I was still inside her.  She stared down at me.  "I
don't think I'll get pregnant this time."

   I wasn't listening to the way she said it at first.  But my little brain
heard her.  My buddy twitched.  She laughed.  "It wasn't supposed to
happen, but I'm glad it did.  I tried to quit when I knew I was in deep,
and something way down inside me knew that you'd be the one to take my
virginity.  I just didn't plan on it happening this soon.

   "This time?" I said dumbly.  "You mean??"

   "Oh yeah" she leaned back down and licked my lips as she hunched her
pussy on my still buried cock.  "I have you now, and we're going to be
doing a LOT of this from now on."

   At that point in time it was probably seven o'clock in the evening.  By
midnight, when we finally fell into a stupor, I had filled her sweet sweet
pussy with my seed four more times.  We slept that night with my cock
buried in her, holding in my last load of sperm.  The next morning she
climbed up on my cock in the shower and rode it to a sperm spitting frenzy
before we went to school.

   As we approached the building she whispered to me "I feel so wet with
all your stuff up inside me."

   Have you ever tried to get thorough a whole school day with a hard on
that just won't go down?
   
