Message-ID: <16661eli$9810180531@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: sundance69@hotmail.com (Sundance Tales) Subject: {Sundance Tales} NEW! (Updated) "Teacher's Pet" [m/f,teen,rom,cons - 3 of 6] Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories,alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.stories.erotic Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d 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: <362ca147.3406447@enews.newsguy.com> 'Teacher's Pet' (Updated - First posting was wrong version) Part 3 of 6 by Sundance Copyright, 1998 : All Rights Reserved First Published: 9/29/98 Comments and Criticisms are ALWAYS Appreciated. Send them to sundance69@hotmail.com Missing pieces? Look at http://extra.newsguy.com/~suntales +==================+Now the disclaimer +==============+ The following is a work of total fiction. The characters, names, and places are all products of my imagination and any resemblance to anybody or anything, living or dead, is purely coincidental. This story contains potentially obscene terms and sexually explicit content that some may find to be offensive. If such material offends you, or if you are under 18 years old, you have the option to stop now and not continue reading. By continuing to read you are making the following legal statement: I am over 18, I want to view a list of potentially obscene terms, and it is legal for me to view potentially obscene terms in my community, state, nation, province, or commune. One last caveat. This story involves descriptions of consensual sexual encounters between teen males and females (17 years old) and between teen girls (again 17 years old) and an older man. If such situations offend you, it's likely this story will offend you. If you're not sure... STOP now ... Delete this text ... This isn't being forced on you. +==================+Now the disclaimer +==============+ Chapter 4 - "Dinner is Served" At times Jenna felt like the Saturday night of Dirk's Father's dinner party might never arrive, but it finally did. She and Dirk pulled into the driveway of his Father's sprawling estate in the BMW Dirk's father had bought him for his seventeenth birthday. Both Dirk and Jenna were dressed impeccably; he with a tuxedo and she with the brand new dress Dirk had bought especially for this evening's event. It was important to look one's best at Oliver Sanders' dinner parties. They always involved gatherings of the town's most powerful people, not to mention out-of-town visitors of equal stature. They eased into the long driveway and Dirk exited the car passing his keys to the valet person his father had hired to tend to the arriving party guests. "Don't scratch it," Dirk's last words referring to his car as he handed over the keys over to the valet. The young boy parking the cars took the keys from Dirk, but couldn't take his eyes off of Jenna. They made their way towards the front door. Jenna pulled up her floor length dress as she ascended the concrete steps, being careful not to snag the material. The dress was a stunning evening gown, made of red, sheer, silk-like fabric. It was bare at the shoulders, with a dipping neckline and two thin straps that draped across her shoulders. She had her hair done specially for this night also, curled and held up in a most sophisticated style. No doubt about it, Dirk was proud to have her on his arm as they entered through the big wooden doors leading into the crowded party. The butler showed them in and announced their arrival to the other guests. Jenna looked around the room at the various couples mingling. There was something so exciting about being in a place like this. The men were all in their tuxedos, the women all in their evening gowns. She shuddered to think what the combined net worth of the attendees would be if all added together. It almost made her wet being in the same room with so many wealthy men, wives or no wives. Dirk's father, Oliver Sanders the third to be exact, approached them. Actually, his rather starchy name was nothing like his personality. He was in his late 40's or early 50's, with thick silver hair, a usually tanned complexion, and a rather slim build for a man his age. It was easy to see where Dirk acquired his rugged good looks. In truth, Dirk didn't much like his Father. He was seldom around as Dirk was growing up and, even now, seemed to think of Dirk as another one of his trophies, always spouting off about his son's athletic accomplishments to his friends, yet never able to find the time to actually attend a game. "Jenna, so nice to see you," Oliver exhumed. He took her hands in his and lightly kissed her cheek, a greeting she was sure he acquired in one of his many trips to Europe. "Come, join the party. It's so nice to see you. You look absolutely ravishing tonight." "Why thank you Oliver," she purred. "Doesn't she look absolutely ravishing, Dirk? That dress is incredible. You're one lucky man." "Yeah, Dad, she's a real babe." Oliver just winked at Jenna, as if to josh her about his son's lack of formal etiquette. "Well, come in, make yourself comfortable. My home is your home," waving outstretched arms towards the ongoing festivities. "Dinner will be in about an hour. The bar is over there. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to greet the other guests as they arrive." His Father headed off towards another couple just entering. "Do you want something to drink?" Dirk asked Jenna. "Yeah, get me a coke, and see if you can slip some rum into it too. I need to loosen up. This crowd makes me nervous" "But what about your training," Dirk asked, referring to Jenna's undying devotion to the tennis team. "Just get me the rum, Dirk." "You want a lime in it?" he frowned. "A lime would be good, but the rum part is the most important." +++++ Dinner was exquisite. The guests gathered around a series of round tables in the large dining room, a room that was as big as Jenna's entire house. She and Dirk were seated with Oliver and his new wife Leona, his much younger wife Leona, and several of Oliver's attorney friends. Jenna was her usual extroverted self, laughing at all the right times and swooning over the men's stories of success. The one obligatory glass of wine she had at dinner helped along the mood. Even though she and Dirk were under age, his Father insisted they enjoy one glass of wine to use in the traditional toast. Of course, the two rum and cokes she had before dinner also contributed to her cheerful demeanor. With dinner finished, the couples made their way into the ballroom where Oliver had a DJ present, playing a variety of current tunes along with some classic favorites. Some couples danced, the way middle-aged couples do, while others continued with their mingling and networking. Dirk and Jenna were standing to the side taking a breather in between songs when Oliver approached. "Dirk, Bud Matherson is over there and I think it would be a great idea if you went and talked to him. He's the president of Matherson Industries. He's already expressed an interest in talking to you about a position with him after you graduate from college." Dirk just made a face. "Son, I've told you many times, it's never too early to start making those types of contacts. You can't rely on football forever." "Yeah Dad, I know… I know. Where is he?" "Over there. Standing next to the woman in the white sequined gown. He knows you'll be stopping by. I suggested the two of you retreat into my study where you can talk in privacy. Go on Son." Dirk made his way over to where Bud and his wife were standing. Oliver and Jenna watched as the two men shook hands and made their way out of the crowd and towards the part of the mansion that housed the study. Oliver turned to Jenna. "So are you having fun this evening? That dress really does look sensational." "Why thank you. Yes, I'm having a great time. Thank you for inviting me. I could be having even more fun if you were to talk that bartender over there into giving me another rum and coke," and she shook the ice in her almost empty glass. "With a lime please." "ANOTHER rum and coke?" Oliver teased. "What are you trying to do, get drunk in front of all these important people? I don't think it would look too good if they knew I was letting you drink at my party, do you?" "Oh no, absolutely not," Jenna assured him, a serious look on her face. "But," and she let out a heavy sigh, "they also wouldn't think it was too good if they knew you've been fucking me, now would they?" A coy smile crossed her lips as she lifted her glass to her mouth, holding eye contact with Oliver as drained the last of the liquid down her throat. Oliver let out a growl of a chuckle from the center of his belly as he watched the young girl tip the glass back. He smiled a congenial smile and scanned around the crowd to see if anybody took unordinary notice of their conversation or her last comment. He spoke to her, without looking at her, the way secret agents do in the movies when the have something to say, but aren't really supposed to know the person they're speaking with. "Do you remember where the Walnut room is?" Oliver's mansion was so large they had taken to naming the many guestrooms after trees, or one could never find their way around. There was the Elm room, the Oak room, the Cherry room, the Willow room, and a host of others. Jenna remembered the Walnut room. She and Oliver had retreated to that room before. "Yes, I remember it." "Meet me there in 10 minutes. I'll bring your drink with me." "What about Dirk?" Jenna wasn't really too worried about Dirk at this moment, but felt obligated to pretend to be interested. At a minimum, she didn't want raise a bunch of suspicion by having him running around looking for her. "Dirk will be busy for quite a while with Bud. Bud will make sure of that." This time Oliver was the one with the coy smile. It was then that Jenna realized, while she thought she was the one to make the first move this evening, Oliver had been planning their rendezvous all along. She handed her empty glass to him, politely excused herself, and disappeared into the crowd. +++++ Oliver took the rum and coke from the bartender and thanked him, stuffing a ten-dollar bill in the brandy sifter the young man was using to hold his tips. He turned and started to make his way out of the crowded ballroom. "Hey Jim… Kate, you two having fun," he asked a mingling couple as he continued to walk backwards towards the door. "Oh Oliver, fantastic as always," the man replied. "Nobody throws a party like you do." "Great! Glad you're enjoying yourself. Hey we'll catch up later and discuss the Ohio merger." "That sounds great." He turned and ascended the sprawling stairs that led to the row of guestrooms. He made his way almost to the end. With one final glance behind him to ensure nobody had noticed his exit he reached down and turned the brass doorknob that led into the Walnut room. It would have been too dark to see had it not been for the moonlight shining in from the large picture window. The room was tastefully decorated in an antique theme with a large four poster bed, complete with canopy. A series of antique tables and a dresser he had imported from Germany were sprinkled about. The wallpaper added the perfect finish to complete the Victorian mood. At first he thought Jenna hadn't arrived. He even wondered if she might not show up. This would certainly not be the first time they were intimate, but it would be one of the more risky situations, being that his party was in full swing downstairs. He was about to make his way back to the door when he heard footsteps from the adjacent bathroom. He turned in time to see Jenna appear in the doorway, the light from the window casting against her slender frame. The red gown she was wearing at the party had disappeared. She stood facing him, her palms resting on the doorframe for support. Her long blonde hair was now down and she was wearing a very sexy matching red lace bra and panty set, the kind Oliver remembered seeing in his young wife's Victoria Secret catalogue. She stood staring at him, feeling his eyes wash over her almost nude frame. She loved the feel of his gaze combing across her body. She felt herself already getting moist with anticipation and he hadn't even touched her yet. She leaned back and let her hair flow down between her shoulder blades, dangling for a moment, before staring across to him again. "Hello Mr. Sanders," Jenna whispered, breaking the silence of the room. "I've been waiting for you." Her words were somber, yet clearly inviting. Oliver said nothing, but instead just watched her, taking in her every feminine curve as he unfastened the bow tie from his tuxedo and laid it carefully on the dressing table. He continued by pulling the shirt tales from inside his trousers, releasing his cuff links and adding them to the tabletop. He finished by slowly unbuttoning his shirt as he watched his son's girlfriend staring him down from across the room. "You're a very naughty man Oliver," Jenna continued to whisper. "Sneaking away from your dinner party like this…arranging for your friend to keep your son occupied so that you can take advantage of his girlfriend… and all while your pretty little wife is right downstairs." He remained silent and just stared at her with his penetrating dark eyes. She watched him as he removed his shirt from his shoulders and laid it carefully across one of the chairs to ensure it didn't get wrinkled. She looked downwards and in the pale shimmer of the moonlight could see an outline of his growing excitement through the cotton trousers of his tuxedo. She was wet with anticipation imagining the events that would be taking place within a matter of moments, her mind racing back to the other times they had made love. The first time occurred when Oliver was having a pool party. She had felt him watching her all day long, prancing about in her slight bikini. She made sure to throw him an occasional glance throughout the day, even a smile, just to let him know she didn't mind his admiring gaze. She didn't think it would come to anything, all things considered. As the guests started to leave the party she remembered retreating to the changing house located off the back yard. Her mind raced with the memory of how startled she was as, half nude, she heard the door open behind her, expecting to see Dirk, but instead seeing his father, a drink in his hand and a ravenous glare in his eyes. Actually, making love wasn't the best description of her interludes with Oliver. Actually, with Oliver, she was fucking - pure and simple. There really wasn't any other word for it. While it didn't sound romantic, she loved every raw second of it. It was almost animalistic when they got together, both of them ravaging in the taboo nature of the moment. She loved the idea that she had seduced him originally, that he had fallen to her. This man of such power, such wealth, a man who with a single phone call could make or break a man's career was hers for the asking. She started to make her way slowly across the room towards Oliver. As she got nearer to him she laced her slender arms around his neck and leaned close. She grazed the edges of his lips with her own and he could taste the traces of alcohol on her breath. His arms remained at his side as she leaned her mouth into his, running her sensuous tongue down his face and on to his neck. He remained steady, but growing ever more aroused as she brushed the lace of her bra against his bare chest. Slowly she ran her mouth back up to his. She looked in his eyes and took his lower lip between her teeth. She stared deeply into his soul and, as a mischievous grin crossed her mouth, she bit down hard enough to feel him twitch and grunt, his eyes closing for a moment as the pain shot through his jaw. The salty taste of his blood trickled from his pierced lip and into her mouth. He grabbed her arms in an involuntary move, then looked in her eyes with a lustful stare. "Are you going to do it, Oliver?" she teased. "Are you going to fuck me now - fuck me like you've never fucked me before?" He reached down with his powerful fingers and grabbed the bands of her red panties. The sound of the material ripping filled the room as her tore the underwear from her lower body. Jenna's hips drove into him as he pulled her forward, a look of panicked surprise on her face. The material didn't release with his first attempt and he grabbed more, staring down at her as he ripped the remaining strands free, jerking away the last of her thin covering. She stood bottomless in front of him, her eyes wide with tension, her breathing heavy. "Goddamnit Oliver! What are you thinking about? What if Dirk tries something later? How will I explain where my panties went?" "Dirk can't handle a woman like you. That's why you come to me." He tossed the remainder of her panties to the side at the same she reached down with her hand and dug her fingernails deep into his stiff cock through his trousers. "Oh god, Oliver…Give it to me… Don't make me wait any longer. I want your cock and I want it now." He grabbed her by the cheeks and forced his tongue hard into her mouth. She met him and as they began to kiss she fumbled as quickly as she could at the buttons that held closed his trousers. The material unfastened, she inched her fingers into the waistband and fell to her knees as she used her hands to drive his pants to the floor. His raging cock sprouted free and brushed against her nose. "Oh baby - ," Jenna's only words as she grabbed his cock and plunged her mouth deep around it. Oliver almost lost his balance as the young girl's lips thrust tighter around his shaft. She moved up and down, forcing his raging erection as far into her throat as she could handle, before withdrawing and plunging again. All he could do for leverage was lean back against the horizontal post of the bed frame, holding on as best he could to support his weight as her mouth slid up and down his engorged member in long full strides. This went on for several minutes until he knew he could take no more. He released his hands from the bedpost and pulled her up to him as they began to kiss again. "On the bed Oliver… fuck me on the bed," were Jenna's mumbled words in between savage kisses. "No, it will make too much noise. Somebody will here us. Turn around. Face away from me and put your hands on the best posts." She did as she was told. "Now… spread your legs." He stepped out of his trousers so that he was entirely nude now and stepped behind the young girl who had now positioned herself to accept him from behind. The light from the moon was now shining down through the window, casting a series of dancing shadows across Jenna's lower back as the limbs to the outside trees moved with the rhythm of the breeze. Oliver looked down at the girl; her blonde hair resting between her shoulder blades falling across the strap that held in place her red silk bra. She was leaning forward, her hands holding on the round wood of the bedframe, her legs parted wide, her tight round behind propped up slightly as she stood on her toes, inviting him to take her. He just stood there, his hands on her waist, admiring her tight ass propped up and waiting. "Do it… Oliver… Do it now," she gasped in an impatient tone. With one last movement he kneeled down and positioned his raging cock at her folds of her steaming pussy. He moved slowly at first, raising up, until he was sure he could feel her wetness surrounding him as he entered. "Oh yeah baby…that's it…now… fuck me… fuck me hard," Jenna's pleas rang in his ears. Oliver grabbed the young girl's narrow hips in his hands and forced his cock up inside her in a raging thrust, a thrust with such force that her feet momentarily left the ground. She moaned loud in the room as he leaned down again, bending his knees, withdrawing, and then thrusting again, deeper inside. He used his powerful hands to hold her still as his movements took on a rhythm. At the same time she leaned back with her weight driving her firm buttocks into his stomach. She began her first series of orgasms as he continued his forward momentum. He continued, fucking her harder, fucking her deeper. Her thighs were starting to tremble with each orgasm and her grip became tighter around the bedpost in an effort to support her weight. With a hard forward push, he buried himself all the way inside her and held it there, almost seeming to prop her up on his stiff cock as he paused long enough to unfasten her bra. The bra undone, he ran his hands inside the cups and grabbed hard her erect nipples as he resumed driving deeper inside the young girl. Immediately Jenna began to cum again, this time her knees growing wobbly. It was becoming clear that she couldn't continue in this position much longer, but neither could Oliver, as he felt the rising of his own orgasm begin. "Just… a … little… longer," he managed to moan in between thrusts. "Pull out right before," Jenna grunted, her hips rocking back and forth against the older man's pelvis. He was almost ready to cum when he bent down and withdrew. She was waiting for him and turned quickly, falling to her knees and swallowing his cock in what seemed like a synchronized movement. He looked down long enough to see the swollen shaft pressed tight between her cheeks as she held on to the back of his thighs for support, forcing him further into her mouth. As the rising continued, he watched her lips withdraw and fall as he began to cum, jetting down her throat. She never paused, never gasped, just took every drop, continuing with her long sweeping strokes until he fell limp and lifeless from her lips. He looked down at her. She was facing the ground; one palm resting on the floor, her breathing as labored as if she had just ran a marathon, the straps of her bra hanging down. He reached down to her and helped her from the floor into a standing position. For the first time he was gentler with her, gently kissing her cheek in a bit of irony, a kiss more reminiscent of the casual greeting he gave her when she first arrived. He reached for the watered down rum and coke sitting on the table and sipped it, before handing it over to Jenna. "Get yourself dressed. We need to get back to the party." Email: sundance69@hotmail.com Story Archive: http://extra.newsguy.com/~suntales -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----