Author: Lance DeLonge
Title: Miss Jarand
Summary: learning math the easy way
Keywords: mF
 
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   This is an original work by Lance DeLonge and cannot be copied or
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email, and website address.  Darkwaters:  The Erotic Fiction of Lance
DeLonge -this story and more, plus poems, pics, and links to tons of free
erotica.  Note: this story takes place in a fantasy world where vaccines
against AIDS and pregnancy are safe and common, and casual sex with
strangers is not suicidally stupid.  The real world, sadly, is not like
this: so don't try this at home, kids.

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   Miss Jarand 6/10/94

   "Cole, can you stay after school today?" asked the beautiful young
algebra teacher as I cautiously approached her, a nervous expression on my
face.  "Your last test grade was, well...awful.  In fact it was the worst
in the class.  You seem to have trouble with these square roots".

   "Yeah, I know," I unwillingly admitted, allowing my eyes to caress her
dark, lustrous red hair, wanting so badly to feel the grain thin strands
flowing through my sensitive, shaking hands that it took an elephant's will
to control them from my ultimate objective.

   "So, you will stay?" she asked, her long, feminine pink tipped fingers
holding her long black pen tightly as she wrote my name down on her yellow
daily planner, her smooth, softly rounded arm brushing lightly against the
small wooden table sitting at the head of the cramped and stuffy cube-like
classroom.

   "Yes," I said whisperly in a forced response, kneeling stealthily
closer, breathing in the sweet intoxicating scent of this older,
intimidating woman's flowery smelling hair and creamy skin.  Although only
twenty-eight, this exquisite young red head became an idol of sexuality for
me that first year of my introduction into the confusing, and often
frustrating world of high school, giving me a feeling of nervous joy every
time I entered the same building that the gorgeous, sensuous temptress
occupied.

   Her unexpected request for my presence was not really unusual, or
unwanted.  Already this year I had stayed after three times for help, each
time feeling as if I would drown in my own nervous sweat as my hands seemed
to release as much water as a huge underground spring feeding the lake of
embarrassment and lust, causing my pencil marks to smear uncontrollably. 
Once her youthful, vibrant hands graced my skin by unknowingly stroking my
palms during one of her fits of joy caused by my reluctant understanding of
the unwelcomed formulas after a half an hour of strenuous explaining and
painful demonstrating.

   I had often wondered that if my "normal" fifteen year old thoughts
concentrated on any thing besides stroking passionately my goddesses round,
flawless thighs or lightly suckling her soft freckled breasts while wrapped
in a cloak of satin in some far away island beach shack or mountain cabin
nestled in the blue ridge winter with only our lusty body heat to keep us
pleasingly alive, could I ever actually learn any of these problems?  To
me, the thirteen year age difference posed an unconquerable problem to be
over come while we were wrapped wantonly in each other lustful grip, far to
busy pleasing the other to worry about such trivial concerns.

   The almost florescent white latex tights that now clung tightly to her
strong, heavy legs did not help in the least to cover the truly feminine
limbs from my sight, increasing my embarrassing predicament, only now
coming to a point in my pants and it seemed to point directly at the source
of my arousal, the very one who seemed to define beauty in my mind, my
algebra teacher, Ms.  Jarand .

   My probing eyes drifted slowly up to the gaping lace boarded hole at the
top of the dark colored sundress, revealing a creamy white canyon closed in
by two luscious speckled mountains rising horizontally from a vertical sea
level to tower ominously over the rest of her soft chest, a single gold
outline creating the illusion of a river of womanly flesh flowing between
the two thin line that converged on a small golden crucifix.  I shuddered
as I recorded the image meticulously in my mind, enjoying the subtle
pleasure that seemed to warm my body with natural, sexual hormones that
crept like children through my excited mind.

   "Great!" she exclaimed, glancing up almost caringly at my warm surely
flustered face, "I'll see you at two thirty then".

   Just as I turned to return to my seat seemingly too far away from the
true heart of the school the three cannon burst bings alerted the class to
rush head long into the vermin infested hall ways around the cramped,
blistering school building going obediently to sixth period, and allowing
only four minutes to beat your way through from one end of the school to
the other.

   A whole hour lay between me and my unknowing love's roundevou.  Although
I truly feared algebra, I put up with the anguish for one hour a day for
one reason only, I did not care about my future status in the school or the
achedimic jump I was getting on the other freshmen of my class.  I just
simply wanted to be near the young angelic teacher who seemed to all to
happy to turn me on right before she burned me down with her stiff lectures
and hefty book assignments.

   But as I began to enter the hive like tunnels of Lake Mary High School,
I spotted one great reason to keep coming back.  Ms.  Jarand was stretched
against the chalk board, her full weight on her tough leather shoes, her
attention directed toward the front of the room as she strained to reach
the top.  I slowly followed the rolling contours of her ass as the light
cotton dress dropped over it like a summer table cloth caressing the
country picnic table over which it had been laid.  The dark blue and brown
abruptly ended as the bleach white stockings clung tightly to her heavy
calves and ankles creating a spectacular shilloutte against the rougher
dark wall.

   The hour that seemed to lurch forward with the velocity of a desert
caravan and I longed to see the sexually stimulating vixen that would wait
for me in sixty minutes trying desperately to cram my cranium full of
useless facts and formulas.

   After a seemingly life time of foreign Spanish bombarding my ears like
pointless hand grenades, I raced to what I thought would be a hellish night
mare, uncertain about why I felt so excited to be going to the only class I
really hated.

   "Great!  You're here," she exclaimed, throwing me her over loaded key
ring, "would you mind locking the door while I get out the work sheet?"

   "Sure," was my only reply.  I found this strange because she always
seemed to have people coming in after I had arrived for my torturing
sessions for different things, usually the branch of Key Club she sponsored
after school.  I had thought once or twice about joining just togged closer
to her, but I was turned off by the amount of work involved.

   "Could you hit the two light switches on the wall there, too?" she added
as I closed the locked door.  Ms.  Jarand flicked on the overhead
projector, flashing up sheet of square root problems that literally was the
only light penetrating the momentarily dark room.

   I sat down in one of the front desks as Ms.  Jarand struggled to get
into another that she had pulled along side.

   "All right," she began, moving herself closer to me, "what do you have
the most trouble with?"

   I explained as best I could, carefully glancing in her direction peering
into gaping shirt when an opportunity presented itself.  After about twenty
minutes of work, both of us had become frustrated with my failure to learn
or understand her explanation, Ms.  Jarand was on the verge of crying. 
Gathering her self together, she removed her wire rimmed glasses and
massaged her upper nose vigorously.

   "Here's the deal," she began, letting out a sigh of frustration and
looking a little tired about the whole situation, "you are having a real
hard time understanding these problems, correct?"

   "Yes," I answered, hearing the audible fatigue in her voice.

   "How about a little incentive?" she proposed, kneeling down and gently
kissing my entwined fingers, her slightly spread legs rubbing gently
against mine.

   "I think that would help allot," I admitted shakily, feeling extremely
awkward with these wonderful feelings.

   "All right, then.  Every time you answer so many questions right, I'll
take off one piece of my clothes".

   My mouth dropped in total amazement.  I could not believe the
proposition presented to me.

   "How about it?" Ms.  Jarand asked again, assuring me she had actually
said it.

   "Oh God yes!" I cried startled.

   "Great," she began, "why don't you try the first one".

   With a new reason like this, I would possibly resort to suicide if I did
not get at least one right.  I looked closely at the first one, square root
of forty-nine.

   "Seven," I said simply, waiting for her negative response.

   "Good!" Ms.  Jarand answered, pulling a small plastic yellow chair in
front of my desk and slowly easing herself comfortably in it, drawing my
full, undivided attention.  I could hear the over head fan humming like
flies trapped inside blinds, thinking nothing nothing could be louder at
this very second as my eyes laid upon the dark, mysterious female sitting
before me and my ears fixed solely upon the deafening sound of the fan
spinning in the darkness.

   Ms.  Jarand looked at me with an indifferent, almost apologetic
expression on her face.  She drew her hand across her crossed legs, slowly
removing the deep brown leather shoe from her small, feminine foot.

   "This is yours," she said in a passionless voice, "but this time it
takes two".

   After I carefully answered the first of the second set, I became
distracted as the second skin of my school mistresses wrinkled, creating
the impression of a smile across the petite, lustrous surface.  I quickly
re gathered myself for an attempt at the last barrier.

   The other shoe slid sensously off the other foot even more gloriously,
the moist warmth and aroma seeping into my nostrils as I breathed deeply,
enjoying the sense of the ultimate feminism radiating from within the open
shoe as she lifted the two objects of leather to her lips, giving each one
a small kiss before placing them in front of me.

   "The dress will cost you five".

   I formulated each as quickly as I could with out jeopardizing the safety
of a correct answer, becoming more and more excited as each went by.

   Ms.  Jarand rose from her seat, accepting me willingly once I finally
rose from my desk.  As my trembling hands reached for the first brown
plastic button, her soft, amiable hands gently took mine as she slowly
lowered her head like a bobbing dash board dog.  Her soft, pink lips
parted, revealing a thin row of white glistening edges of her pearl-like
ivory teeth, offering an clear invitation to partake of her small, rounded
lips.

   Her eyes slowly slid shut behind the glare of her wiry, attractive
optical.  I looked at my beautiful, young teacher wantonly offering her
lips to me, her soft pink lips begging for my touch.  I slowly leaned
closer until our lips touched lightly, allowing my feelings to blow free
like a battlefield wind, engulfing her in a loving tidal wave of pent-up
passion and lust.  Ms.  Jarand cringed as she fought desperately with her
students demanding lips, her thin, strong hands caressing my hot face and
short, silky hair with small strokes and scratches.

   I only felt my lips press hungrily over her soft, moist ones, but her
strong, yet gentle tongue licked my anxious lips, as if taunting or teasing
them, begging for my tongue to fallow hers.  I was amazed at how soft my
teachers body felt as I wrapped my arms around her thick, muscular waist
and lovingly stroked her loosely protected ass, feeling her tense up each
time I got near the base.

   My tongue now stroked her yielding mouth, and I could taste her sweet
female essence.  She too nipped at me like a new born puppy at it's mothers
breast.  Then her strong tongue rebelled against mine, licking and kissing
it while her small but strong hands pressed against my back tightly as her
tits fell gracefully against my chest.  As we embraced, I thought of the
irony of this act, my teacher teaching me a very desirable lesson while I
do much the same back to her.

   I was wrapped in a euphoria of ecstasy as Ms.  Jarands body molding
against mine, her hungry mouth and urning tongue softly caressed my
defeated ones, and her strong jaw pulsated with unhindered passion,
pleasure, and fulfillment.  The feelings which she placed on my lips were
overwhelming and I nearly cracked as the ecstasy of pure, uninterrupted,
undeniable pleasure surged through my body, going on and on with hopefully
no end in sight.

   She slowly pulled away, still groping my mouth with pleasure, giving one
last stroke across my thankful lips, moistening them slowly as I drew in
her heavy breath, enjoying the dampness and taste of her passionate mouth.

   She slowly raised my trembling hands to her mouth where each one
received a tender, affectionate kiss.  One by one she took my long, thin
fingers into her hallow mouth, stroking them thoroughly with her hot,
saturated tongue, and gently sucking them in slowly, moving them from one
side of her mouth to the other, forcing them between her teeth and her
cheek, gently chewing them with her small, hard teeth.

   After she had finished her fetish feast, she lowered my hands down until
they reached her two swelling knobs.  I fondled the lace around her low cut
collar and kissed the warm mams through the light cotton weave.  No other
woman had sucked my fingers before I thought as she caressed my neck with
her hands, massaging ,y shoulders in powerful, rolling strokes.  The whole
idea was a new experience and I felt truly aroused as I continued to rub
gently against her breasts.  I slid the first button through the small sewn
whole in her dress, extending the wide gap between her tits.  I looked at
the line forming between the tempting mams, and I ran my still moist finger
across the canyon in wonderment.

   "It's okay, take your time," Ms.Jarand said whisperly, sliding her thumb
across my parted lips, the slick nail tickling me as it skimmed the
sensitive red skin.

   I took a deep breath, slowly letting it out as I became more aware of my
teachers steadily rising chest.  I lifted my cautious, shaking hands over
her loosely covered domes and felt her rapid heart beat beneath her flesh,
and let a smile drift across my face as I realized she really was human.

   Her face remained as cold as frozen slate, without either a smile or
frown across her lips, her only revealing trait hidden behind the glare of
her glasses.  As I slid the second chocolate brown button through the dark,
multi-colored material, I continued to behold the rising passion of this
lovely female, although her face showed no signs.  Her steep, snow colored
slopes rose gently to a near vertical incline, and I gasped as these two
delicious forms came to be from a dark cover, like two head lights coming
around a steep mountain turn.

   The third and forth buttons slid through with the same agonizing
slowness as I devoured the wondrous objects being presented before me.  I
tenderly kissed the newly exposed flesh after each plastic tab had been
released.  Slowly I worked down her belly to her waist, and down each
satiny thigh.  I carefully parted each side of the soft, cotton dress just
enough so that it barely clung to her shoulders, revealing clearly her
bulging white latex covered bulbs, each able to shine through the dark like
a krypton, nearly blinding me with their brilliance.

   Ms.  Jarands lips parted minutely, her expression unchanged as I slowly
guided her no longer protective dress to the floor, lifting her white
stockinged legs out and placing the limp cloth next to her old shoes,
covering the small desk top like a cascading waterfall, falling to the
floor in an open pool.

   I gazed wantonly at the nearly nude woman whose only a small half cup
bra which seemed to overflow with fresh, succulent breast, forming a
defined tube between the two glowing orbs, and her bleach white tights
which clung firmly to her torso, protecting it's valuable treasures from
ruthless plunderers.

   "Ms.  Jer..." I whispered as she placed a single finger to my lips.

   "Shhhh," she hushed me softly, "if you're going to see me like this, I
want you to call me Kristen".

   I instantly realized, perhaps knowing it all along but too afraid to
admit it, that I had fallen in love with this exquisite creature standing
before me, willing to let me live out my lustiest fantasies with her body.

   Soon my hands unlatched the thin wire hook from her back, allowing me to
sensously peel the light poly-bra from her breasts, like the peel of a
ripened tangelo.  Kristen never flinched as I lifted away her chest
restraints, setting her proud mams free, and I stroked the inner warmth of
her smooth shell, leaving two fantastic tits exposed and naked, open to my
touch and exploration.  My large thumbs stroked her hard, pink tips and her
knees weakened as I kissed the wondrous buttoned in awe before I tenderly
suckling her right tit, drawing forth a mixture of fresh warm milk and
sweaty skin from the bare white breast that pulsated beneath my quaking
hands.

   "Ohhh!" Ms.  Jarand growled finally after seemingly minutes of this
heaven-like rapture, "only two more problems left!"

   I had never had to concentrate so hard in my life.  Beside me, a nearly
nude temptress stood over me, her tits hanging down into my face, my own
bulge begged to be released with a demanding force of urges.  I sang the
last two out and then rose in high anticipation of the final article of
clothing that I could now strip from my angelic teachers body.

   My hands slipped sensously down Kristen's body from her shoulders as we
embraced passionately, falling down her breasts, across her tender stomach,
and finally to the elastic waist of the tourniquet tight spandex.  Slowly I
pulled from the desperate kiss and licked her hard shriveled nipples and
soft vulnerable under-breast, causing Kristen to sigh heavily as she
clutched my head to her tit.  I continued my slow decline down her
tantalizing body and tenderly kissed her belly and abdomen area as I began
to pull at the tights, rolling them into a round band that engulfed her
body up to her waist.

   Inch by inch I rolled down the white skin, smothering the newly exposed
area with feverish licks and kisses, sucking each curling dark pubic hair
until her lips appeared preceding the glistening vaginal lubricant.  My
arching prick hurt with lust, and I continued my oral assault on my
teachers tender pussy.  She fell to the floor in exquisite pleasure as her
knees collapsed from beneath her, and she arched herself upon her elbows as
her legs split into a one hundred and twenty degree angle.  She dropped her
glasses to the floor as she gasp quickly, rising to the point of an erotic
explosion as I continued my exploration between her powerful legs.  Her
bubbling cunt spat as I licked the taste from my lips and suckled her leg
pits and inner thighs.  I could tell Kristen was in a state of
uncompromising ecstasy as she watched me roll the warm, damp material from
atop her healthy legs.  Her face was filled with an expression of
undeniable rapture and physical heaven.  She liked me touching her
lustrous, sensitive skin and caressing her highly receptive vagina.

   I softly stroked the rough side of the protruding lips, taking in every
feel of gentle skin as it slid beneath my fingers.  I lowered my body onto
the concrete floor, gazing tenderly at the horny form beneath me, amazed at
the tortuous beauty of this true symbol of feminine spirit.  Slowly I
leaned forward, feeling the hot, slick lips again touch mine as I ran my
shaking tongue up the narrow opening.  I could feel Ms.  Jarands strong,
muscular legs tense into treelike forms as I did.  I passionately kissed
her soft vaginal mouth once more before sliding the tight skin-like tights
down her round, quivering legs, giving her smooth, hairless calves a shiny
luster.

   Once there, I lifted each foot lightly off the dark carpeting, peeling
the white material from her soft, shaking feet.  I held the newly released
tights to my face, breathing in the soft delicate smell of the female body
and feeling the softness of the fabric paint my skin with an electric
charge that flowed willingly within my bloodstream.

   I looked the now nude body lighing before me ominously, her grape-sized
toes curling instinctively as I kissed each one separately and licked the
bottoms wrinkled surface, bringing a giggle from Kristen's gaping mouth. 
Without glasses, Kristen looked unearthly beautiful as she licked her
smiling lips and twirled the spaghetti thin chain in circles between her
spread, heaving tits.  She stuck the sharp tip of her tiny cross into her
rosy nipple, drawing milk and blood mixture that she lazily licked from her
short clear fingernail.  Her shoulder length crimson red hair floated down
from her craned neck upon the floor like bobbing water lilies, and her
other hand traced her glistening clit with quick, short strokes.  I crawled
between her wide open legs, bent on licking the remaining drink from atop
her perforated nipple.  Moving on further after having drained the injury
with long, loving licks, I took my teacher-turned-lover into a deep sinful
embrace, this time in a slow, almost sleepy fashion as I stroked the bare
skin that formed Kristen's taut, horny ass, it's gentle round contours
feeding unbeknownced heaven through my finger tips.

   Kristen pulled at my well fastened belt, dropping it to the floor and
sliding the dull brass button through the cramped hole and slid my small,
lever-like zipper down the all too long trench, letting loose my stiff,
sightless eel.  She quickly untied my tough leather shoes and slid them off
with a single grunt, seeming to loose more and more control of herself as
she threw them down one of the many rows of desks.  I struggled desperately
to relieve myself of my constrictive cotton shirt while Kristen removed the
fallen pants and bunched up socks from my less than cooperative feet.

   Soon she stared perversely at the only obstruction she faced in the
quest for sexual equality.  I climbed on top of her tender, rotund tits,
placing my enlarged head on the tip of her soft chin, I let a warm stream
of salty urine cover her surprised face.

   Ms.  Jarand gasp suddenly as the searing liquid poured over her lips and
down her parched throat, dripping down her neck and into her channeled
ears, giving her soaked hair an earthy aroma as she craned her saturated
neck, pulling my freed pecker into her greedy mouth, covering it with a
slick saliva and caressing my nuts gently like two fragile eggs with her
free hands.

   I let out a audible sigh as she sucked relentlessly on my horny rod,
letting me know that she truly intended to use me until I could give no
more.  A tremendous sense of warmth and security washed through me like a
gentle gulf wave as Kristen reached around my back and pulled me closer to
her.  My throbbing dick lay perfectly set between her salty breasts and as
she pinched them together, my aching prick began to sink deep into the
tube-like structure that she had formed with her tits.  After only seconds
of groaning on both our parts, her tanned, freckled chest was buried
beneath a layer of fragrant jizz.  Kristen continued to moan heavily as the
white, slippery gew spurt across her neck and shoulders, running down into
the dirty blue carpeting.  She cleaned her pool-like gap, revealing each
light brown freckle on her moistened skin.  Her golden cross from inside a
slimy, spermal gob and she caringly savored the cummy coating as she closed
her mouth on the precious symbolic object, devouring the tart taste like
priceless caviar.

   Effortless Ms.  Jarand rolled me off her still horny form and once again
began to suck my groin and testicles feverishly like a wild animal until I
once again stood erect.  She took great pleasure as she mounted me,
spreading her thick, powerful legs around my neck, pressing her drewling
clit firmly over my yielding mouth.  My tongue streaked deep into the
endless shaft as Kristen's excited hands pulled at my aching nuts, and her
strong legs rocked her entire body.  Her lusty, uncontrollable cries flowed
through my ears like smooth jazz as I nipped relentlessly at the fully
aroused pussy lips which seemed to beg for fulfillment.  My entire crotch
was submerged in a red sea of woman, my pulsating cock being drown by my
teachers drewling mouth as it was devoured systematically.  Kristen brushed
her long wet bangs allowing a prime view of my hard prick sliding in and
out of her tight clinging lips.

   Simultaneously we came, and Kristen's cunt felt the ultimate
satisfaction, and her mouth became filled with the dreams of little girls
almost choking on the sense of total utopia as she moaned, trying also to
swallow the generous ejaculation.

   I could taste the thick taste of jizz as we embraced again.  Ms. 
Jarands inviting legs beckoned to be filled as they slowly spread open like
two hanger doors, giving permission for the approaching round nosed plane
to enter the pleasure zone.  My stiff prick hurt with the lust as its
mushroom head touched briefly with Kristen's inviting vaginal mouth.  I
could feel her aching pleasure as I slowly dropped my long cylindrical
anchor down into the gaping, bubbling hole.  Ms.  Jarand continued to
request my lips as she fought hard not to scream.

   Soon I was fully submerged in the slick pussy shaft as Kristen let out a
long, relieved sigh, the droplets of moisture and lust hanging thick
between our nearly touching faces.  She smelt like sex, a strong human
aroma that burned my nose pleasingly, tasting like sweet roses.  As I began
my slow assault on her helpless, vulnerable cooze, Kristen's long power
legs spread out like a bridge that goes on for miles, her tiny feminine
toes curling at the end of them tightly as Ms.  Jarand clung to my chest
from beneath me.  Her pelvis burned with anticipation and bucked wildly
like a piston.  She groaned only a little at first, but as our pent up
lusts became hotter and hotter, her groan increased dramatically until it
literally became a high scream, interrupted only by gasps of wild ecstasy,
which could be heard all over the school wing.  Kristen did not care as she
continued her deafening cries, climaxing in a deep, heavy moan of left over
passion which filled me with a sense of accomplishment and pride as my
volley shot into her dark slick shaft.  I slowly withdrew, my overworked
muscles feeling the strain but trying desperately not to show it.  I gave
Ms.  Jarand a carefree loving kiss as she propped her tired, nude body
against a corner.  Her mind was still in a dreamy, senceful state and she
moaned lazily.  I laid my head on her Indian crossed legs, staring directly
up through her relaxed breasts onto her beautiful flushed face.

   She still moaned slightly as I laid on her lap, and she looked so
beautiful as I began to slip away into sleep.  The sweet memory of what
just happened locked itself freshly in my mind and, somehow I knew, looking
at the two white tits hanging unsupported from my teacher's freckled chest,
that this would be one of the best day's of my life.  12