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Hey, this is Larry again. Where was I? Oh, right, I had just finished 
my first week of teaching acting classes at the High School of the Arts, 
met all the students; met all the girls. Sara, the curvaceous 16-year-
old brunette with that wide smile and cute little blush; Amara, the 
pale 17-year-old with the intense, severe beauty of a Greek Goddess; 
Megan, 17, radiant in her popularity with long blond hair, big tits, and 
shiny blue eyes filled with life and hope; the 16-year-old Erica, lanky 
and awkward, fun in a sort of quirky way, but just a hint of sadness in 
her soulful brown eyes; Molly, the pixieish 16-year-old with big, Anime 
eyes and a deliciously tight little body; Sofie, 17, pseudo-punk rock 
with studded metal bracelets and collar and really cute, despite (or 
because of?) her middle-class, pot-smoking pretensions; Lily, 14, with 
probably the CUTEST little face I'd ever seen - big doe eyes, little 
freckles on her nose, and the softest looking lips in the world; the 
tall Mexican beauty Lucia, braless underneath her tie-dyed shirt, her 
body looked much older than her 14 years would suggest; the bubbly 
14-year-old Jenny with the curly blond hair and sparkling gray eyes that 
somehow managed to be both immaculate and damnably alluring; the tiniest 
girl in my classes (in the school?), Tia, a 14-year-old Filipina with 
long, wavy black hair and the tightest ass I'd ever seen; Kelsey, the 
short, curvy 15-year-old, she may have still had baby fat on her face, 
but she moved her body like she knew what she wanted; Kim, 15, skinny as 
a post with long straight hair and this bitchy little upturned nose that 
made her ridiculously desirable to me; the tough and straightforward 
Taylor, 16, hardcore punk and with the smell of fucking always wafting 
about her; Melinda, 15 and super-eager in class with a cute little body, 
short blond hair, and a pleasantly big ass that looked great in (or 
presumably out of... I hoped to find out) jeans; and finally, Nina, 
amazingly full of joy even for a 17-year-old's standards, her choppy 
reddish hair and funky, alternative style making her irresistible to me.

Now, I know what your thinking. You just read one long-ass sentence, 
with what maybe seems like a lot of exaggerated, hyperbolic phrasing. 
Maybe you're a little confused? One description running into each other? 
Well, that sentence, let me tell you, that sentence read like how I was 
feeling after that first week: I was alternately turned on and 
confused... the beauty, the beauty itself was, IN FACT, of such an 
exaggerated quality as I could hardly believe it myself, being there, 
just as you may find it hard to accept so extravagant descriptions of 
such a lot of girls. But if you could imagine, just imagine the sensory 
confusion you would feel if you were IN such a place where count them, 
15 girls this hot were there with you, just LOOKING at you for an hour 
at a stretch... well, then maybe you could have some idea what it was 
actually like for me. Such is my goal, anyway, in telling this story... 
I can only hope that I succeed, in some small measure.

Anyhow, I was in a literal haze of beauty, and the only thing that kept 
me grounded those first couple of weeks was the exercises. I knew I was 
there to teach and I knew these had helped me in my own training days. 
So I gritted my teeth and just taught. Days passed, then weeks. By the 
end of the first month, I actually felt like I had gotten some semblance 
of control over myself, and was actually starting to enjoy the whole 
teaching thing. So much so that I often found myself hanging around 
after class, to see if anyone wanted extra help (my official private 
sessions hadn't started yet, but I thought what the heck... it was so 
much fun, what's a few hours without pay in return for the chance of 
helping these kids out?). Of course, even at an arts school, hanging out 
voluntarily after school wasn't really the "cool" thing to do, but I put 
up flyers on the Drama board nonetheless. I didn't have many takers... 
none at all in fact until the Wednesday of my fifth week.

I had just finished my hour with the Intermediate class, where I had 
brought in some animal masks to free up the kids' thinking on their 
monologues. Most of them felt pretty stupid trying to incorporate animal 
behavior into their narrative pieces, but a few really gravitated 
towards it, particularly Melinda, who really unlocked the nervousness of 
her character with the bunny mask she used. And the sight of her hopping 
around, with the bunny ears and the little pink nose... well it was just 
adorable. Anyway, so class had finished, the students were filing out, 
and I caught Melinda by the shoulder.

"Melinda."

She turned and smiled. "That was so much fun today."

"Good, good. I'm glad you liked. How did you feel? With your piece, I 
mean."

"A little silly, but--"

"Because I thought you really found something today."

"Really? Yeah, it's different... because it's not my usual-- Not the 
way I usually move."

"So it freed you up. Good. Well look, just keep moving in that direction. 
I think it's a great animal to use for this piece. When it comes time to 
actually perform it, you'll have to pull back obviously, but for now see 
how far you can take it. Very good work today, though."

Melinda's cheeks turned bright red as she thanked me and left. It made 
me feel good to make these kids feel good about themselves. As I glanced 
down at the bulge in the front of my pants, though, I realized that 
wasn't the only reason I was feeling good. But damnit! No, Larry, I 
scolded myself, the girl is only 15! Besides, you're her teacher and 
the most she feels for you is respect, if that. I mean, she always 
smiled at me, but I think she was just that way... you know, friendly, 
flirty, blah blah blah. So I grabbed my bag, getting ready to head home. 
Like I said, no one had showed up for my after school sessions in three 
weeks now and my wife wanted me to pick up some baby food on the way 
home... she forgot. I swear, if that woman's head wasn't attached to her 
neck she'd forget it somewhere. Beside the point. So I got my gear, 
headed out the door, and literally collided into Nina, sending my papers 
flying everywhere.

"Ay! Sorry!" she said with a laugh as she started down towards the pile 
of papers at my feet.

"No, no, no. My fault. I'll get 'em." I squatted and started gathering 
my papers. One of them was wedged under her purple Doc Martin. I glanced 
up at her gray eyes, watching me intently from behind her horn-rimmed 
glasses. "Your, um--" I touched her ankle lightly through her jeans and 
she drew a quick, barely perceptible intake of breath before noticing 
the paper under her boot. She laughed loudly, as was her custom when she 
was nervous, and moved her foot.

"Sorry," she said as I stood up, rearranging my papers. "Oh! That one's 
mine."

I looked down at the paper I was holding to see the monologue Nina was 
working on; Cleopatra's monologue to Charmian from Shakespeare's Antony 
and Cleopatra. I played Antony myself once off-off Broadway and selected 
the piece for Nina myself not because of any physical suggestions of 
Cleopatra (far from being dark and slender, Nina had choppy red hair, 
milky white skin and a curvy build. Then again, being a black man, I'm 
not exactly what most people would think of when they think of the Roman 
Mark Antony) but because the speech had a natural sexiness in it that I 
saw in Nina. I mean, she obviously had the cuteness of the 17-year-old 
funky, alternative girl thing going on, but this was something deeper, 
below the skin. I had yet to see any of it from her while working this 
piece in class, but I knew it was there. I handed her back her speech. 
"Don't lose it now. Have a good one."

"Oh," she said, sounding disappointed. "You aren't doing after-class 
sessions today?"

"I'm surprised anyone's even seen the flyers," I laughed. "Yeah, no 
one's showed up for three weeks now, so I was gonna call it a day. But 
if you feel like working on your piece, I'd be happy to stick around for 
a while."

"Really? Rock on!" she said with a big smile.

"Yeah, come on in... I'll be right back. Just gotta tell the janitor to 
leave me a set of keys so we can get out."
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After spending far too long attempting to communicate with the rather 
snippy Chinese janitor, I just snagged some keys off the hook and ran 
back to the drama room, where I found Nina seated, her nose in some book 
called Big Sur... Kerouac I think. "Hey. I'm back. Let's get it on its 
feet."

Nina appeared surprised as she put her book down. "Just start?"

"Yeah, stand up, whenever you're ready. I'd like to see it once just 
where it's at, then we'll work through the beats."

Nina stood up, then gestured to her long 70s flower print coat. "Should 
I--"

"Yeah, it'll be in your way. And do you need the glasses to see, or--?"

"Oh, no, they're fake." She folded her glasses and set them down, then 
took off her coat and tossed it onto the wooden bench next to me, 
revealing her shapely body. In addition to her somewhat tattered, but 
tightly fitting jeans, Nina was wearing a cream colored tanktop, but it 
was silky, almost like a chemise or whatever you call it. In any case, 
when she bent down to stretch the loose fitting material hung down, 
allowing me an amazing view of the tops of her large, slightly freckled 
tits. Even when she wasn't bending over though, her sky blue bra was 
easy to distinguish from the lighter colored shirt and it was all I 
could do to pronounce "iambic pentameter" correctly. She cleared her 
throat and began.

"O, Charmian, where think'st thou he is now?" And so forth. Not awful, 
certainly, she had some of the basics down and it was a nice little 
piece, but there was something missing. 

"Okay, first off... describe in your own words what this speech is 
about." 

"Well..." She thought for a moment. "Basically Cleopatra is-- I'm 
thinking about Antony and how great he is and where he might be."

"And how you want him to think of you, yes, basically. But you're 
leaving out a detail, though I know you know it. What's the relationship 
between Antony and Cleopatra?"

She laughed again nervously, a short loud bark. "Well they're in love."

"Mm. How much is the love, would you say, intellectual love versus a 
real romantic skipping through the daisies love versus a strong physical, 
sensual love?"

She paused again, wanting to get the right answer. "Umm... maybe it's 
all of them, in a way, because--"

I had to interrupt. "Read me the end of the third line and the whole 
fourth line."

She looked down at her text. "From here? 'Is he on his horse? O happy 
horse, to bear the weight of Antony!' That part?"

I smiled, looking into her eyes to see if she got it. "Why does 
Cleopatra envy the horse?"

"Because... oh!" Bingo. Her face turned red as she realized what a perv 
ol' Shakespeare really was. "Because the horse gets the weight of its 
rider, Antony, pressed down on top of it like it is when Antony is on 
top of her when they're..." She trailed off.
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"Exactly." I jumped up and pulled out a small sofa from the props 
closet. Nina gave me a strange look, but I ignored it, resuming my seat 
on the bench as I gestured for her to move to the sofa.

"Should I sit?"

"Why don't you try it laying down? Not on your back, but recline a 
little... get the feeling of a man on top of you... y'know. You'll tell 
me if I'm being inappropriate, won't you?"

Nina lounged back in the sofa, spreading her knees apart. "It doesn't 
embarrass me, don't worry." She almost sounded sure of herself, but I 
could see she was slightly self-conscious. I pretended not to notice and 
nodded along... if she wanted to come off like a grown woman, I could 
certainly play along. Wait! I thought. She wasn't a grown woman... she 
was only 17. But that was almost legal... was legal in some states, and 
she looked so good sitting there, watching me. My eyes dropped to the 
center of the "V" formed by her open legs; her tight jeans hinting at 
the shape of her highschooler's pussylips. I was salivating, and looking 
up didn't help either, as her breasts rose and fell behind that 
incredibly thin little top with each breath. Above that was her face, 
and she was watching me with this coy little expression... did she know 
I was looking at her? Did she know I wanted nothing more than to lay on 
top of her, to breathe in the sweet smell of her cute choppy red hair, 
to tear her clothes off her and bang her until she screamed, begged for 
me to stop before she died cumming. "Uhh..." Nina shifted on the couch 
nervously. Shit! She was waiting for me to tell her what to do. I thought 
fast.
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"I want you to visualize Antony standing before you, Nina. Really 
picture him... his face, his smell, how he touches you." She closed her 
eyes and began breathing deeply. She brushed her fingers against the 
side of her face, and, I noticed in a moment of delicious pleasure, her 
pelvis was rising and falling ever so slightly. So she knew what it 
meant to be with a man. She wasn't a virgin. That made my thoughts even 
less inappropriate, I thought. "But you can't do the speech with your 
eyes closed. Try to picture him... over to the side somewhere, but do it 
with open eyes. Really see him." She looked off to one side and her 
breathing increased. But judging by where her eyes were looking, her 
Antony would only be about four feet tall. "I think you're making him a 
little short there," I laughed.

Nina let out a groan of frustration. "I hate this part! Picturing people 
that aren't there... we don't have to do it in real life, and it's 
fucking impossible!" She caught herself. "Sorry, it's just..."

"No, no," I reassured her. "You're right. If this were the whole play 
and not just a speech, you'd have an actual Antony. Here, I'll stand up. 
Just look at me. Use my body, just, you know, give me your boyfriend's 
face or something."

Nina stared up at me. "I don't have a boyfriend."

"Picture whoever, then. Now start." She started her speech, and as she 
did, I gave her verbal instructions: "He's standing close to you now... 
you can feel his eyes on you, feel him want you." Her hips jerked, 
though very slightly. "He moves closer to you," I continued, and 
incredibly, I found myself taking a step towards her. This is just for 
motivation, I thought to myself, as I took another slow, deliberate step. 
Nina started practically moaning her words as my dark brown eyes 
devoured her fragile gray ones. "Start from the top," I demanded, "and 
really feel him on you this time." She complied. "Want him. Feel him 
moving closer--" I came even closer.

"Stands he or sits he?" Nina gasped. I sat next to her on the couch. "Or 
does he walk? Or is he on his horse? O, happy horse, to bear the 
weight--"

"Again! Feel the weight!" I whispered into her ear, pushing a curl of 
her reddish hair out of the way. "Feel his hot breath on you."

"O--"

"Make that O bigger!" I hissed, my face centimeters away from hers. 
"Feel him on top of you."

She made a tiny little sound like an animal whimpering. "O--"

"Feel him!" And without even thinking, just some animal instinct, my 
left hand shot between her spread thighs, pressing my thumb against the 
thin layer of jean and panty covering Nina's clit.

"O!" she shrieked, and my blood ran hot with desire and fear, "Happy 
horse, to bear the weight of Antony!"

Realizing what I'd done, I pulled my hand away quickly, trying to come 
up with an excuse, but all I could think to say was: "Yes. You got it."

And then she was on me. Her lips mashed against mine as she straddled me, 
her tongue sliding into my mouth. Almost automatically, I began to run 
my fingers through her short hair, to kiss her more passionately. Her 
fingers worked at the buttons of my shirt frantically and I felt my cock 
stiffen beneath my jeans. Nina pulled back from me, hungry eyes locked 
with mine, her ample chest heaving with excitement. "I want you," she 
said. I undid the last two buttons myself, shrugging my shirt off my 
shoulders as she pulled her own off over her head.

The sight of those ripe breasts practically bursting out of the 
undersized sky blue bra drove me over the edge, and I lunged for her, 
burying my face in those magnificent breasts... kissing, sucking... I 
pushed my tongue into the tight crack of her cleavage and she let out a 
low moan. It was about this time that she began moving on top of me, 
bucking her hips in a slow, steady motion, rubbing herself against my 
now noticeably hard cock. She began kissing my neck. "Oh, Nina," I 
moaned as her tongue traced swirls on the side of my neck. "Yeah." I 
slid my hands down the back of her jeans and thrust up against her, 
squeezing her luscious white ass in my hands.

"Mmm," she moaned, increasing her speed. I followed suit. "Oh, God... 
Larry..."

"Yeah, baby, that's good." I kissed her roughly as our rubbing became 
more violent. She tried to say something, but all she could get out were 
incomprehensible moans as our lips remained locked. "Nina, yeah..." I 
began to feel the first stirrings of an orgasm, and I slowed my pace, 
then stopped altogether, lifting Nina off me. I didn't want to come just 
yet. "Take off your clothes," I demanded, and Nina complied, taking off 
her shoes before standing up in front of me. 

God, she was sexy! Her misty gray eyes, creamy skin, beautiful breasts, 
heart-shaped mouth, and those beautiful hands. I watched those hands as 
she unbuckled her belt. I watched them as they undid the button of her 
pants. I watched them as they drew down her zipper in one swift motion. 
And I watched them as they slid her pants and sky blue panties down 
around her ankles. She stood again, and without a word she stepped out 
of her clothes and walked to the bench and grabbed her big 70s trench 
coat. Then I got that wonderful, joy-filled Nina smile, but touched with 
an impishness I had never before seen in her. She spread the big funky 
coat on the floor and lay down, spreading her legs and beckoning me with 
a single crooked finger. Damn, she was good, I thought to myself with a 
grin. Her smell wafted towards me, and my cock could stand imprisonment 
no more. I stood, unbuttoning my pants and sliding them down around my 
ankles. I kicked off my moccasins, then my pants, as Nina's eyes roamed 
all over my body, lingering particularly on the large bulge in the front 
of my tight black bikini briefs.

"You like my body, Nina?"

"Oh yeah."

The briefs came off. A smile appeared on her face as she saw my 8-inch 
cock standing at attention. "Tell me you want my cock."

"I want your cock."

"Tell me you want my thick black cock."

"Oh... Larry... please give me your big black cock."

"Where do you want it? Where, Nina?" I teased her as I walked to where 
she was laying, standing above her stroking my cock.

"Shut up and fuck me. Now!" I laughed at her hormone-loaded impatience 
as I got to my knees between her legs, then laid on top of her. I kissed 
her slowly, sweetly, a gentle war between rival tongues, running my 
fingers along her sides and sending shivers down her spine. One of her 
hands wrapped itself around my tool and guided it to her entrance, which 
I could see was dripping wet from all that rubbing. I circled my hips 
slightly, angling so that my cockhead teased her clit. "Oh! Mm!" she 
gasped, raising her hips against me. As she lowered them I pushed 
forwards, sliding a good four inches of my cock into her with a single 
motion. "Yes!" she shrieked.

I began kissing her neck with abandon, leaving a trail of little red 
marks down to her shoulder, where I bit down gently as I pulled out a 
bit, then slid back in, this time all the way. "Jesus! Oh!" Nina yelled. 
I grabbed one of her breasts roughly as I began to pump her with 
increasing passion. She began grunting and gasping with each thrust, 
raising her hips weakly to meet my powerful thrusts. "Uhh... uhh... uh. 
Uh. Uh! Uh! Uh! Yeah! Oh... oh... oh. Yes. Yes! Larry!"

"Oh! Damn! Yeah, Nina... so... good!" I grunted hoarsely as I began just 
slamming down into her with all my might. I attacked her lips, biting 
and tugging at them, and she responded by digging her fingers into my 
back as she wrapped her legs around me and fucked for all she was worth. 
"Baby..." I gasped. "I love... your tight little pussy. Your little... 
ohh... white... seventeen-year-old pussy... mmm... God..."

"Mm! Mmm! Mm! Ah! Larry! Fuck... me. Ah... yeah... God. Yeah. Fuck! Me! 
Yes! Ah! Ah!" She wrapped her arms around my head and dragged me towards 
that sweet little mouth of hers. I wrapped my arms around her shoulders 
as I kissed her, pulling her down towards my cock as I continued my long 
deliberate strokes inside her. She grabbed my ass and pushed me deeper 
inside her further than I'd even thought possible... our bodies were 
mashed together... we became one. The feeling of her hot, sweaty breasts 
pressed against my chest was indescribable... I had to possess her 
utterly, desperately.

Like an animal in heat, she pulled me into her again and again, crying 
out as my meat spread her wider than she'd ever been before as I plowed 
into her. Our bellies, slick with sweat, slapped against each other in 
the sweet music of utter lust. "Damn! Yeah!"

"Aahg! Ooh! Ooh! Yeah... yeah... yeah! I'm... close!" She began hitting 
my back with her open hands in time with my deep thrusts. "Keep. Fucking. 
Me! Oh, Larry, yeah! Fuck me! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Harder! Harder! Mmf! Ahh! 
Ah! Oh! Ohh! Ohhh! Please! Yes... Ah! Larry!"
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My head was next to hers, and I could swell the sweet smell of her 
shampoo mingling with her sweat. "God! Nina!" I gasped into her ear as 
her pussy began squeezing my cock rhythmically. "Sweet... ahh... pussy! 
Gotta... oh. Oh yeah.... yes, God.... fuck yeah... yeah baby, yeah... 
I'm gonna make you come... oh... so fucking hard... ahh!"

Nina's eyes rolled up into her head as her body began jerking spastically 
beneath me. I felt her vaginal walls contract, squeezing me tightly 
inside her, and I knew it was a big one. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" she 
shrieked as I continued to pound into her. I leaned back onto my knees 
and lifted her legs in the air as I slid in and out, faster and faster 
as her orgasm continued to shake her body. "Larry! Larry! So big! You're! 
Ohhh! Yes! Yes! Yes! Uhhnn! Uhn! Oh! Oh!" Her tits were jiggling as her 
body shook with my animal lust. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! 
Yeeeaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh!"

I could hardly control myself any longer... I felt the orgasm well up 
in my balls as they slapped against her once creamy white ass, now red 
with rubbing against her coat. "Come on... baby... fuck me... yeah... 
Nina! Oh, Nina!"

"God! Oh! Yeah! God!" she shrieked, and that did it. 

"Fuck yeah!" I had just enough time to pull out before my cock erupted 
forth, squirting my hot cum all over her belly and tits. Though she was 
still trembling with her own orgasm, Nina reached out and milked my cock 
dry with her fist. This girl was gonna make some guy a great wife someday, 
I thought, and told her so. She looked at me seriously.

"Are you proposing?" She let out a big laugh. "I'm only kidding!"

"I know," I said,  though I did have a moment's fantasy of trading the 
headaches of my own marriage for a life of banging this hot 17-year-old. 
Then again, I thought as I bent over her and parted her chapped pink lips 
with my tongue, who said I couldn't have both? I remembered the next day 
was Thursday, and I didn't have any classes. I stood up and walked over 
to my pants. "You're not going to school tomorrow, right?"

She looked up at me with a moment's confusion before smiling wickedly. 
"Nope. I'm gonna be sick. My mom leaves for work at ten."

"Excellent." I zipped up my fly. "I'll be there at 10:30."

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Stay tuned for Part Two.... coming soon!

Hope you enjoyed...
Larry
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