Message-ID: <6674eli$9712231402@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Ann Douglas Subject: AnnD: True To Life - (2/2) - MF Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-Id: <3.0.1.32.19971221231653.006b9210@pop.tiac.net> Hello once again. As in the past, comments are both appreciated and encouraged. Suggestions are also welcome. Please respond by E-Mail as it makes it easier for me to get your reaction. One thing I do ask is that you now include your first name and age in your comments. It gives me a better idea who my audience is. Thanks and enjoy the story. - TRUE TO LIFE- Part Two by Ann Douglas "Yes, exactly right!" She said with a smile. "Well, yeh, that's what I look like. I only make something up in my drawing if I don't know what it really looks like." He said, hopeful that would satisfy her and he would be out of here with his book in a few minutes. With all the trouble that book had caused him, he was now thinking of burning it. "Please don't take offense," Arlene said. "But its been my experience that young men tend to exaggerate in this area. I afraid I'm going to have to have more concrete proof than just your say so." "Like what?" "Well they say seeing is believing." The Teacher replied. "You want me to drop my pants and show you?" Michael asked. This was getting really weird. "That would definitely answer the question." She replied. "And after that the book is yours." "I don't know...." Michael said, he had a funny feeling about this. "Oh come on," She said, and then added in a whisper tone. "I promise not to tell anyone if it turns out to be really small if that what you're worried about." That did it. Michael knew he had drawn himself true to life and if he didn't do it now she would think it was because he really was small. Standing up he quickly undid his belt and pulled down his pants. A moment later his underwear followed. He felt pretty funny standing there half naked in front of one of his teachers - his cock hanging in the wind so to speak. Mrs. Koda seemed to be studying his organ with great interest. Finally she spoke. "I don't know, it seems to be somewhat smaller than the sketches." She noted. "But then again it is only semi-erect and you've drawn it in the throngs of passion." "Jeez," Michael thought, "What am I going to have to do now, jerk it off until it's hard." No sooner had that thought appeared in Michael head when Arlene reached out with her long manicured fingers and began to do just that. Michael was dumbfounded. The salty language had been one thing, but he couldn't believe that his teacher was masturbating him. Totally excited by her touch, it didn't take more than a half dozen stokes for Michael to reach his full hardness. Mrs. Koda stopped and looked at his boyhood tool with a look of satisfaction. "Well I guess you were telling the truth after all." She said. "It is as big as you've drawn it." "Great," Michael thought triumphantly. "Now I'm out if here!" "Of course, now what kind of hostess would I be if I let you go out in such a state, all agitated like that." Arlene remarked as she took a long close look at his stiff dick. "You might attack the first young girl you see out of uncontrollable lust!" "What is she talking about?" Michael thought as he looked down at her. "I guess I'll just have to do something about it myself." She concluded. Before the impact of what she said could even register, Arlene leaned forward and took his hard cock into her mouth. "Oh Shit!" Michael exclaimed as he felt the warm softness engulf his cock. This had to be a dream, any second he would wake up and find himself in his own bed. That thought lasted only a few seconds as his mind turned to the ripples of delight produced by his Teacher's skillful tongue. If anything, his cock had grown even harder as he looked down and watched those soft red lips he had seen day after day in class now slide up and down his manhood. Michael quickly dismissed any thought of trying to stop Arlene. A few minutes before, he had felt guilty about not walking out when she had asked to see his cock, then even guiltier when she had jerked him off. It was, he told himself, the result of her having had too much to drink. But now, with the woman he had fantasized about all year on her knees in front of him, Michael couldn't think of anything except how good her mouth felt. Arlene was a born cocksucker. With a skill that could only have come from years of practice, she took Michael's seven inches deep into her throat. Michael had only had three blowjobs before, one from Carol Myers and two from Cynthia Rodriguez. None of those had felt like this. The wetness of Arlene's mouth seemed to engulf his entire being. Her tongue was everywhere at once. Licking up under the crown, tickling the sensitive area beneath his balls, massaging the sides of his cock as she took him all the way into her throat. "Oh Mrs. Koda...." He moaned. Michael placed his hands against the back of Arlene's head and began to thrust his cock into her mouth. He had never done this before but it seemed to excite Mrs. Koda. The pressure on his cock grew and grew until he knew it would only be a minute or two before he exploded. He wondered if she would let him come in her mouth, something he had always dreamed of. Or would she pull away at the last moment. Michael needn't have worried, Arlene had no intention of letting even a drop of her prize spill to the floor. She continued to hold his balls with her free hand, delaying his climax. She could feel the fire building inside him, it felt so good. It had been years since she had really sucked a cock, her husband viewed it as sometime only the lower classes did. Finally she released her grip and Arlene felt the first drops of hot cum splatter against the back of her mouth. Furiously pumping his cock with her hand, she opened wider and swallowed as much of her student as she could. The salty white fluid filled her as she closed her eyes and savored the tangy taste. Memories of years past when she had a dozen different lovers flashed through her mind, and the different taste each had . Of course that was before she'd become Mrs. Doctor Perfect. Words couldn't describe the ecstasy Michael felt as his seed burst from his cock and disappeared into Mrs. Koda's mouth. His legs felt weak, his heart raced and a cold film of sweat covered his body. Never in his young life had he had an orgasm this intense. It seemed like it would never end as he erupted a third and then a fourth time. The last burst as powerful as the first. Finally the fifth spurt signaled the end as Arlene slowed the motion of her head and gently began to lick the length of his cock clean. She took a final lick of his now softening cock and let it slip from her mouth. She looked up at him, a very satisfied smile on her face. Michael smiled back, unsure what to do next. He felt incredibly awkward. What do you say to a married woman who had just given you the most incredible blowjob of your life. "Did you enjoy that?" Arlene said as she stood up. "Oh yes." Michael said as she reached her full height. "Good." She purred like a cat who had just finished a saucer of milk. Arlene then pressed her lips against Michael's, giving him a passionate kiss. The taste of his juices was still on her lips and when she reached into his mouth with her tongue, he sampled an even larger measure. Once, in a moment of boyish curiosity, he had tasted his cum after masturbating - he had hated it. Yet now, he found it highly erotic. Stepping back from Michael, Arlene took another drink from her glass. She seemed to ignore Michael now, and he figured it was time to go. It was likely that she might regret her actions after a while and he'd rather be long gone when she did. "I supposed that this is going to lead to another set of drawings." She suddenly said. "No M'am." Michael quickly answered. "Oh?" She replied, a look of disappointment on her face. "You've grown tired of me already?" No, of course not!" "Good, so you will draw me again?" "If it makes you happy." Michael said, torn between a desire to make her happy and get his ass out of there. "Well in that case, I should make sure that you draw me as I really am!" Arlene said as she put the now empty glass down. As Michael watched, she reached up behind her neck and undid the clasp of her cocktail dress. In a flourish of red, the material fell to the floor, displaying an impressive set of breasts. Like she had stated earlier, her nipples were indeed very large, sitting atop wide pink crowns. The size of her breasts also surprised Michael. Buried beneath the conservative blouses she usually wore to school, they were in fact an impressive 36D. Even Jenny Greene was only a 34C. "You can take a closer look if you like." Arlene said as she smiled and ran her fingers across her tits. "Touch them if you want. In fact, I wouldn't even mind if you wanted to kiss them." That did it for Michael. Whatever tomorrow brought, tonight he was going to go for everything he could. He no longer cared if it was the alcohol or that Mrs. Koda was just incredible horny. All that mattered was that she obviously wanted him as much as he wanted her. He could already feel his cock springing back to life. Michael cupped both breasts and moved his mouth to the closest nipple. He heard Arlene sigh as he took it into his mouth and began to gently suck it. If it was one thing he had learned from dating Cindy, it was how to suck a woman's breasts. She used to have him do it for the longest time. His tongue traced the outline of her aureole as his fingers massaged her other breast. He could feel the nipple growing harder in his mouth as he covered it with his warm saliva. He eased Arlene onto the couch and began to kiss and lick his way across her chest until he came to her other nipple where he repeated his performance. Arlene just laid back and closed her eyes, a happy smile beaming across her face. "Mmmm..soft is nice." She murmured. "But I also like it hard. I want you to fuck me...I want you to fuck me hard!" "Hard?" Michael repeated. "Yes, I can see it in your drawing that's what you want too." She continued as he again took a breast in each hand and massaged them. "I want you to fuck me like I was a cheap slut. Like I was a common whore!" Michael could see the excitement in her face when she asked to be fucked like a tramp. He'd heard of women who wanted to be taken as part of a fantasy but never thought Mrs. Koda would be the type. Deep down it was his most secret fantasy also, that was what his sketches had all been about. But up to this moment it had all been just that -fantasy. "I've watched you and all the other boys in my class getting hard in school." She went on. "I know you all went home and jerked off, thinking what it would be like to sleep with me. Now's your chance, now's your chance to fuck me! Take me as rough as you want!" Now totally controlled by the lust which had manifested itself in his fantasy drawing, Michael wasted no time in fulfilling Mrs. Koda's request. Lifting her off the couch, He eased her onto the carpeted floor and positioned her on all fours. Taking a position behind her, Michael stroked his hard cock as he rubbed his cockhead against Arlene's wet hole. As he rubbed his maleness up and down the length of her opening, Mrs. Koda pressed her pelvis against his hardness, inviting him to enter her. "Fuck me!" Arlene cried out as she pressed against him. "I need you inside me so bad!" With that, Michael thrusted forward and slid effortlessly inside of her. As wonderful as her mouth had felt around his cock, it was nothing compared to the tightness that now pressed against his manhood. This was only his second attempt at intercourse, the first having been with Cindy. That attempt hadn't gone every well, she had been unable to take him inside her fully, claiming that it hurt too much to continue. Mrs. Koda on the other hand was so lubricated already that he slid in and out without effort. He had seen this position in one of his father's hidden adult films, and decided it was a lot more fun than the old missionary. With a firm grip on Arlene's hips, he soon developed a firm rhythm. One which Arlene quickly matched, timing her gyrations to meet his forward thrusts. The pace quickened and Michael's thrusts became more savage, each drive seeming to penetrate deeper than the last. He would slide his rock hardness almost all the way out, then push forward in a furious thrust until his balls slapped against her. Each time he looked at the naked woman stretched before him, he thought of the hundreds of times he had imagined this. The image caused his lust to grow more and more. "Fuck me, fuck me!" Arlene panted as her sweat covered body quaked in passion. "Fill me with your cock!" Even thought he had cum only about ten minutes before, Michael knew he would soon erupt again. This time he didn't have the advantage of Arlene's skillful hand to delay his orgasm. His own body was also covered with sweat, his breaths labored under his efforts. Then in an instant of crystal clarity, the young man had a sudden burst of inspiration. Something he had never really imagined before, not even in the secret pages of his sketch book. So wet had Arlene's love canal become and so intense had Michael's thrusts become, he had slipped out of her more than a few times. He was usually back within her before she could even notice. This time he pulled out deliberately. In her sexual ecstasy, it was several seconds before Arlene realized that Michael was no longer within her. A look of desperation filled her face as she began to turn her head and look over her shoulder to see what had happened. She was so close to what she knew would be a truly awesome climax - he couldn't stop now. To her relief, Michael was already guiding his wonderful cock back to her womanhood. No sooner had she turned her head forward again, Arlene felt the sudden pressure against her anus. Realizing what Michael intended, she was suddenly very sober. She opened her mouth to protest. Arlene got as far as forming an O when her tight pucker hole parted and Michael's highly lubricated cock filled her. "AAAAAA!" She yelled as she felt Michael's balls slam against her firm round asscheeks. So cum covered was his cock that his full length slid in on the very first try. As suddenly as he had entered her, Michael pulled back and repeated his initial thrust. To Arlene's relief and surprise, this time didn't hurt as much. By the fifth or sixth penetration , it was actually beginning to feel good. Lowering her head to the floor where she could rest on one arm, Arlene reached back between her legs with the other hand and began to furiously rub herself. She slid three fingers into her pussy while she rubbed against her button with her thumb. As tight as Arlene's pussy had been, her ass was unbelievable. Michael never made it to the tenth stroke as he felt a surge of hot cum erupt from his balls and fill her ass as he began his ninth. He pulled her buttocks against him, driving as deep into her as he could. His legs felt rubbery as he felt his energy drain from his body into his loins. Then from there it passed from his body into hers. Mrs. Koda lasted a few moments longer. Spurred on her the ministrations of her own hand, something she'd had long hours of practice at, Arlene pushed herself over the edge. Her body quaked and bucked like a bitch in heat. She couldn't manage words, a few animalistic grunts were all that flowed from her. Even in the movies, Michael had never seen a woman climax like that. It scared him a moment when he thought she might be having some kind of seizure. Finally, Arlene dropped to the floor, her energy spent. Feeling a little weak himself and unsure what to do. Michael dropped down and laid next to her. It was ten minutes before Mrs. Koda opened her eyes and looked at him. A sudden fear filled him as he looked into her deep green orbs. Would she suddenly realize how far she had gone and blame him. What if she called it rape? After all, no matter who started it, he had forced his way into her ass. Michael needn't had worried. A wide smile beamed back at him as she leaned over and kissed him lightly. "Thank you." She said softly. "I should be the one thanking you." Michael answered back, her smile reflected on his own face. Michael dressed quickly as Arlene covered herself with a robe. Glancing at the clock, he hoped his parents hadn't called Bobby's house to check on him. He knew Bobby would cover for him, it would be easier to say he was there than to explain why he had stayed at Mrs. Koda's house so long. "I guess I'd better be going." Mike said, feeling suddenly very awkward. What do you say to your Teacher after you've just fucked the life out of her. "Don't forget your book." Mrs. Koda said as Michael began to head for the door. "Would you believe that I almost forgot all about it." Michael laughed. Mrs. Koda held out the book to him, then abruptly pulled it back. Michael eyes opened wide in surprise. Was this some new game? Arlene quickly opened to the pages covered with sketches of Michael and herself. She flipped them until she opened to the page she was looking for. Smiling, she ripped the page out of the book. "A little souvenir." She said with a grin as she again held out the sketch book to him. This time he took it and quickly placed it under his arm. Curious, he asked to see what drawing she had torn out and why. To his surprise, it was the full page closeup of her giving a blowjob. She said she had picked that one because it was the only picture that was undoubtedly her. Only the cock and mid-section of the boy appeared in the sketch but she said she would always know who's cock it had been. Her attention riveted to the souvenir, Michael excused himself and quickly let himself out. Michael was relieved when it was announced on Monday morning that Mrs. Koda wouldn't be returning fore the last two weeks of school. Some personal problems at home it was rumored. The two weeks passed quickly, and before he knew it graduation day arrived. After the ceremony, Michael and Bobby met their families in the parking lot. He wasn't really paying attention to all the things people were saying to him, the day had been too much of a whirl of images. He hadn't even noticed the tall woman who had come up behind his parents. "May I also render my congratulation." Arlene Koda said as she stepped up alongside Mrs. Rossi. "Gee, thanks Mrs. Koda." Bobby said quickly, hoping that this was going to be the last person to want to congratulate them. The sooner they got out of here, the sooner they could start to party. It was a few seconds before Michael could find his voice. He finally managed a weak thank you. "You have a very talented son here, Mr. and Mrs. Rossi." Arlene said with a smile. "I think he has a good future ahead of him with his ability." "Why thank you." Mrs. Rossi replied. "Yes, we're really going to miss him at Peterson next year." Arlene said. "You're going to be here next year?" Michael asked, suddenly finding his voice. "Yes I will." Arlene answered. "Originally it looked like I wouldn't be able to, but things have changed in the last few weeks. I was able to convinced my husband that it was more beneficial to his career that I stay at Peterson than spending all my time doing society work." "Well if that's what you really want, then good for you." Mrs. Rossi, not really sure what the young woman was talking about. "By the way Michael, I really meant what I said about your ability." Arlene said. "In fact, if you really don't have a summer job yet, I'd like to hire you to do a portrait of me for my house. I'm going to spend the summer redecorating it. My husband has given me a blank check so I'm sure I could make it worth the effort. " "That's wonderful!" Mrs. Rossi gushed. "If you're sure he could do your portrait justice." "Oh I've no doubt of that." Arlene said beaming. "I'm positive that Michael could bring out the real me." Michael just grinned in reply. Already picturing the poses they could try out over the summer. END -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= Priorities .... A hundred years from now.... It won't matter how much money I had.... What kind of house I lived in .... Or what kind of car I drove... What will matter is that the world might be a better place... Because I was important in the life of a child. -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ |