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                             Summer
                           by deirdre

   Ms. Wood didn't usually fill in for our regular gym teacher when
he was out--in fact she only ever did that one time.  I guess they
didn't manage to get a regular substitute.  Ms. Wood was one of the
girls' gym teachers.

   She was pretty strict with us and it was actually a pretty
normal gym class--we went through a normal set of warm-up exercises
and continued our basketball drills which is what we had been
working on.  But when we were heading back, she stopped me for a
moment and asked if I had study hall later in the day during fifth
period.  I told her I did, and she asked if I could come assist her
with some things.  I agreed, and she told me to dress out and come
to her office.

   Well, that intrigued me.  Ms Wood is fairly good looking--with
short blond hair and a very athletic body.  As a normal red-
blooded, high-school boy, I certainly started thinking about some
of the more outlandish things she might want from me, but actually,
I was stymied--I had no idea, except maybe to help with a class or
to help with some equipment.

   Well, I knocked on her door as soon as I was dressed and Ms.
Wood said to come in.  She was sitting at her desk, doing some
paperwork and she didn't even look up.  The office was small, with
the desk and a file cabinet against one wall, and only a little
walking space along the opposite wall.  There wasn't any window.

   After a few seconds, she looked up at me and almost looked
surprised to see me there.  She told me to shut the door, and then
she told me to turn around and face the wall!  I was confused, but
I did it.  Her mind seemed to be back on her paperwork before I had
even turned around.  I just stood there looking at the wall,
listening to her writing and moving papers.

   "Don't turn around."  Her voice almost made me jump out of my
skin after the minute or so of relative silence.

   "Yes m'am."  I really didn't know what to say, much less do
except to do as she asked.

   Then there was another knock at the door.

   "Come in," she said.  I heard the door open, and then close.

   "Gee, I'm awful sorry I'm late... what's *he* doing here?"  It
was a female voice.  I felt funny standing there, but turning
around seemed as embarrassing as standing there, so I just stood. 
And then remembered that that is what Ms. Wood had told me to do.

   "He's here to give you what you said you miss."  Now what did
Ms. Wood mean by that?  The other voice sounded familiar.  I tried
to place it.

   "You must be kidding!"  I still tried to place that voice, "I
couldn't possibly..."

   "Oh, no?" There was amusement in Ms. Wood's voice.  I finally
placed the other woman!  It was Ms. Sherwood!  She was an english
teacher and she was an absolute fox!  All the guys were in love
with her, and I'd even heard of guys who found out where she lived
and hung around across the street sometimes just to get a glimpse
of her!  "I don't think you'll have any trouble at all."  Ms. Wood
had this way of giving orders that was almost scary.  Even though
she was perfectly calm, you wouldn't *think* of crossing her!

   "Please, I can't!  He's one of my students..."

   "You asked for it, you're getting it," replied Ms. Wood, "slip
off your panties and lean over that file cabinet... *no more
protesting*!"  She had cut off Ms. Sherwood's obvious attempt to
speak up again.  This was getting very weird... but interesting! 
I heard moving around behind me, and what sounded like *panties
coming off*!

   "OK," it was a whisper, right next to me, "turn around."  I
turned, and couldn't believe my eyes!   It was Ms. Sherwood,
leaning against the file cabinet away from me, just as they had
said!  She was looking away from me, right at the wall.  Ms. Wood
picked up the back of her skirt and lifted it, and her rear was
completely bare!  A soft whimper came from Ms. Sherwood!

   "OK, go ahead!" came Ms. Wood's whisper and she pulled on my
arm, pulling me toward Ms. Sherwood!  Then she pulled down my gym
shorts and jock strap!

   "Rub up against her rear to get ready," said Ms. Wood.  I
couldn't believe this was happening... it was too much!  I did it
and boy it felt heavenly!  Ms. Wood had gone back to her desk and
started working on her papers again!  My cock was hard and growing
harder!

   "Finger her, and make sure she's ready," said Ms. Wood.  She
hadn't even looked up!  I felt between her legs--she was wet!

   "She is, isn't she... do it!"  Ms. Wood still wasn't looking at
us.  I lifted my cock with my hand and guided it to her cunt.  I
grabbed her hips and pushed it in, and man did it feel sweet!  Ms.
Sherwood gasped.  I pushed all the way in, and then started to go
back and forth in small strokes.  Her breathing was rough and hard. 
She never had looked back at me.

   "Make sure you do it hard." said Ms. Wood.  She still hadn't
looked up from her papers.  I continued fucking and I felt Ms.
Sherwood pushing back against me each time I pushed in!  Soon she
was doing a little whimper with each stroke.  I couldn't stand it
any more, and went crazy, picking up speed and banging against her. 
She was going crazy too, and we heard a "sh" from Ms. Wood.  I
don't know how long we came, but it was so long and hard!

   But eventually it was over!  My embarrassment returned at my
position standing there.

   "Put your shorts back on and face the wall," Ms. Wood didn't let
me stand there confused.  Soon I as back as I had been before.

   "There, that's what you said you missed!  Put your panties back
on!"  Ms. Sherwood didn't reply at all, but just got dressed and
left.

   "Good!  You can go now."  And that was it?  She was working at
her desk again.

   "Oh, come back Thursday, a week from today, in your gym clothes,
at fifth period."   And she closed the door and I was out!

   Talk about walking around in a fog!  I didn't know what to make
of that, but let me tell you, when I was laying down to sleep,
memories of having Ms. Sherwood like that kept me awake!  At first
I could hardly look at Ms. Sherwood during class, but then I forced
myself to overcome it, and discovered that she was absolutely
afraid to look at me!  I couldn't blame her!  It was so weird
sitting in class, thinking about what she and I had done, and I
thought *a lot* about what might happen when I went back!

   Of course I was going back.  For one thing, I wouldn't want to
cross Ms. Wood.  And go back I did!  It was practically a replay of
the first time except that Ms. Sherwood wasn't so surprised by it
all.  Oh man was that nice being inside her!  And Ms. Wood told me
to come back in a week, and we did the same scene for several weeks
straight!  Complete with Ms. Wood sitting at her desk, doing
paperwork--after a couple of weeks, she never even said a word to
us after telling us to come in!

   I dreamed about Ms. Sherwood!  It seemed like I never looked at
the girls anymore--none of them could compare to Ms. Sherwood! 
Clara was her name.  Clara Sherwood.  She was so beautiful, and I
often surreptitiously stared at her during class.  Other guys did
too, sometimes, so probably no one thought anything about it.  But
they didn't... have the *relationship* with her that I did!

   One week, there was a tube of K.Y. jelly sitting on the file
cabinet when I came in.  When Ms. Sherwood had come in, and I
turned around to *do* her, Ms. Wood stood up and took the tube and
started fingering Ms. Sherwood's rear.  "No!" came a gasp from Ms.
Sherwood.

   "Quiet!"

   "Please..." Ms. Sherwood's voice was a desperate little whisper
now.  She didn't say any more.  Ms. Wood never stopped applying
K.Y. Jelly and I could see that she was pushing it into Ms.
Sherwood's rear hole!

   "Do her ass."  I couldn't believe this.  "Cover your cock
first."  She gave me the tube.  I'd certainly never done anything
like this before and never dreamed I would for a long time.  I
covered my cock with it, and then rubbed it up and down on Ms.
Sherwood's crotch like I usually do.

   "Are you ready?"  I said to her really softly.

   "Quiet!  Not another word!"  Ms. Sherwood and I weren't going to
disobey.  I held my cock right to her rear hole and started
pressing.  She let out a little whimper and I pushed a little
harder.  It went in.  There I was, my cock inside Clara Sherwood's
ass!  No guy in the whole school would ever believe it!  I pushed.

   "Fuck it."

   I started stroking back and forth.  I tried to be gentle.  I
heard her breathing harder.  She was turned on by it!  I went
faster.  She was bucking the way she usually did, and pushing back
against me too!  I came so hard I was afraid of fainting!  After
that, Ms. Wood let me decide whether to do her ass or her cunt. 
She seemed to like either, and I did her ass a lot.

   Then one thursday I arrived and there was a girl in there!  And
not just talking to Ms. Wood or something, she was standing against
the back wall facing it!  She was in a gym outfit too, and as
usual, Ms. Wood was doing paperwork.  There was something around
the girl's head, like a blindfold!  Oh, man, I didn't know what to
think!

   Ms. Wood glanced at me with that look of hers and I realized I
had better just follow the routine until she said differently.  I
stood and faced the other wall.  I had recognized the girl.  She
was Brenda Thompson and was one of the cheerleaders!  I was someone
she'd never even look at!

   Well, Ms. Sherwood got worried again: "What's *she* doing
here!?"

   "Don't worry about *her*.  *I* ought to get a little fun, too. 
Go to it!"

   "Please..." was Ms. Sherwood's reply in a desperate-sounding
whisper, but she evidently gave it up because I heard her start to
get ready.  Ms. Wood came up to me and tied something around my
eyes, blindfolding me.

   "Go ahead," I heard her say again from across the room in a
minute.  I groped my way to Ms. Sherwood and we started our usual
fuck.  I heard some noises and gasps and some strident whispers. 
It was so weird, somehow I was extra turned on.  And so was Ms.
Sherwood--I could tell!  We came so hard I couldn't believe it! 
When Ms. Sherwood was gone, Ms. Wood took off my blindfold.  Brenda
was standing in the same spot, still blindfolded.  Ms. Wood told me
to leave.  Brenda was still there.

   That week I couldn't get over seeing Brenda Thompson like that. 
It was really something seeing her in the hall and imagining what
she had been doing.  No one would possibly believe it of her!  She
was one of the "popular" kids!  Always talking with the other kids
in the most popular group.  I don't think I'd ever exchanged a word
with her.

   The following thursday, Brenda was there again, and the same
scene played again!  The week after, Ms. Wood didn't blindfold me
but somehow I knew I'd better not stare at her and Brenda.  But I
caught that Brenda was still blindfolded, that she undressed and
was nude, and her hands were handcuffed behind her!  She was on her
knees between Ms. Wood's legs as she sat next to her desk!  Later
I noticed Brenda was leaning over the desk and Ms. Wood was
fingering and slapping her rear!

   That scene repeated itself, though Ms. Wood had Brenda doing
different things.  Sometimes she fingered Brenda and once she took
off her own shorts and was nude from the waste down!  After a
couple of weeks, Brenda wasn't blindfolded.  She was always
standing against the wall when I got there, and I always left
first.  I never did see her look at me.

   It was something to see Brenda like that, but actually my
thoughts went back to Ms. Sherwood.  I couldn't get her out of my
mind!  The way she responded, always so responsive and when we got
into it, so enthusiastic.  I got so I was always aware when she was
around and I knew her schedule and where she was going.  It seemed
she had gotten over some of her initial embarrassment when she
couldn't even look in my direction--she got so she could glance
across the room where I was sitting.  But she never ever called on
me or said anything to me.  I wondered what she thought of me.

   I did notice one strange thing, once.  The Principal came in the
room once during class and sat in the back.  I could tell that Ms.
Sherwood got nervous, though she seemed to control it well.  But as
she was lecturing us, she walked over to my desk, which was next to
the windows.  She sometimes strolls around while she is lecturing
and stands over to the side of the class, but this day, she stood
right next to me, and seemed to stay there for a lot of the class! 
She even leaned on my desk for a little while!  That's the only
time she did anything like that, which made it seem even more
significant.

   Well, our thursdays remained the same, until finally, then end
of the school year was approaching.  On the last thursday, after
Ms. Sherwood had left, Ms. Wood broke the pattern by talking to the
two of us.  We were still standing, facing the wall.

   "You two had better get together over the summer.  Now that
you're used to this kind of stuff, you just won't enjoy what the
*other kids* are doing."

   It was true that I was going to miss those thursdays.  Doing it
with Ms. Sherwood was so nice... I felt like I was in love!  In our
town, we spent the summer on the beach.  I went out there as usual
and hung around with my friends, Mark and Jim and Jim's girlfriend,
Sandy, and his brother, Craig, and a few other kids.  We hung
around like we usually did in the summer and it was a great relief
from school that first week or so.  But then I began to miss those
scenes.  I really missed Ms. Sherwood.  She was so great, and loved
it so much!  I missed Ms. Wood and Brenda too, believe it or not. 
Ms. Wood was right: things just weren't the same.

   Mark mentioned that I was just sitting around and seemed to be
in another world.  It wasn't more than a day later that Brenda came
and sat next to me!  I had seen Brenda once or twice on the beach,
but she was, as usual, hanging out with her crowd, and we certainly
hadn't said anything to each other.  Now she sat next to me, and
started talking to me as if we had been school friends since first
grade!  I wouldn't have known what to say to her, but she seemed to
be very good at starting and holding up casual conversations.

   After that, believe it or not, she stuck to me like glue.  She
was always there.  When she wasn't around, the other kids kidded
me, and Mark asked me how I had gotten her, and what we were doing. 
It was so strange.  I realized that I could easily ask her out one
evening, or suggest we go the mall one afternoon or something and
it seemed like she was ready to go along with it.  A couple of
times people from her group would come over and talk to us for a
little while, but they seemed confused by it just like my friends
were.

   Never, before that year, would I have predicted that Brenda
Thompson would be hanging around me.  But, believe it or not, I
just wasn't in to it.  I was still thinking about Ms. Sherwood and
those scenes.  I couldn't get my mind off her--the way she
responded.  She had a *real* woman's body, and Brenda's just
couldn't compare.

   Then one day, when we were just leaving, and no one was in
earshot, I heard Brenda say in a low voice "Fuck me!  Please!" 
Just out of the blue!  She hadn't even looked at me!  Her voice,
though low, was filled with desperation!  I didn't say a thing or
even look at her.  She added another "Please," and then went on
getting ready to leave.

   She was there the next day.  As we sat there watching everyone
else swim and play frisbee and so forth, she brought up the subject
of our previous scenes.

   "You miss those scenes, don't you?"  I didn't answer.  "It's
Clara Sherwood, isn't it?  She's absolutely gorgeous."

   I didn't speak right away, but then I said "It was the whole
scene."

   "Yes," she replied and paused.  "I *know*," she went on.  Then
she added, "But you do like Clara."  After I didn't answer, she
added, "We could go see her."  I still didn't say anything.  "She's
in town.  Ms. Wood is out of town, but Clara is still here."

   That was all we said on the subject, but that afternoon Brenda
said, "Who knows what she'll do.  She loved the scenes too."  I
immediately knew exactly what she was talking about.  She added
"She can't say it's too strange of us to stop in.  There's nothing
wrong with students saying hi to one of their favorite teachers."

   "OK," I said.  She suggested we go right away, because Ms.
Sherwood's house was on the beach, and all we'd have to do is walk
down the beach.  So we were off in five minutes.

   Ms. Sherwood's house was sort of on the beach--it didn't have a
beach view because another house was between it and the beach, but
obviously she enjoyed access to the beach.  We rang the front bell.

   She was there!  She answered, and stared at us and looked
confused, but Brenda gave her a confident "Hi, Ms. Sherwood!" and
she let us in.  Brenda was wearing a wrap over her swimsuit and I
was wearing a tee-shirt and swimming trunks.  Ms. Sherwood was
wearing shorts and a tank top and she looked great!  Her living
room was extremely neat, and seemed a bit fancy and modern compared
with the house's exterior which was obviously weatherbeaten. 
Brenda complimented her on the house and soon she was giving us a
tour.  I didn't say much, and Ms. Sherwood seemed to speak only
when asked something, but Brenda kept up a steady stream of patter. 
When we reached the bedroom, which like the rest of the house,
looked absolutely spotless and, well, like something out of a
magazine, Brenda sat on the bed and looked right at Ms. Sherwood
and told her it was a great bed!  That was a little strange, but
Brenda pulled it off, and Ms. Sherwood looked a startled, but
didn't say anything about it.

   After that, we left, but Brenda told her we'd come back to see
her again.  That night I thought about nothing but Ms. Sherwood in
those shorts and tank top, and I thought about making it with her
on that bed.

   The next day, Brenda said we should go over in the morning!  I
didn't think it would seem natural, but Brenda said we couldn't
wait long, and that Clara (as she referred to her) obviously knew
something was up and it would be better to just go ahead and
confirm her suspicions.  Finally I went along with the idea.

   Ms. Sherwood had a nervous look when she answered the door. 
Brenda walked right in without saying a word and Ms. Sherwood
seemed to edge away from the door and eyed Brenda suspiciously.  I
finally came in, wondering what was going to happen.  "Shut the
door."  It was Brenda who said it.  She sounded like she knew
*exactly* what she wanted.  I shut it.

   "Ms. Wood won't like this," said Ms. Sherwood, finally.

   "Well, she's not here, is she?" answered Brenda who advanced on
Ms. Sherwood slowly.  She motioned me to get behind Ms. Sherwood.

   Soon Ms. Sherwood was backed into me and Brenda was standing
just inches from her.  Brenda reached out and started unbuttoning
her blouse.  Ms. Sherwood didn't do a thing... I think she didn't
even breath.  Brenda finished, and slipped off her blouse.  Then
she reached around behind her and unhooked her bra.  Ms. Sherwood's
breasts were completely uncovered!  I looked at them over her
shoulder and wished for a better look.

   Brenda silently knelt down in front of Ms. Sherwood and undid
the front of her shorts.  Ms. Sherwood raised her hands and covered
her mouth, but didn't do anything to cover herself or stop Brenda. 
Soon her shorts were around her feet and Brenda was sliding down
her panties.  Brenda stood up and fingered her nipples for a
minute.  Then she backed off.

   "Kneel," she said.  Ms. Sherwood immediately got down on her
knees.  Brenda looked at her with amusement on her face.  Then
suddenly she was serious again.  She came over and pulled me in
front of Ms. Sherwood so that her face was right in front of the
front of my pants.

   "Unzip him."  She did it.  "Take out his cock... Now, put it in
your mouth... Suck him off!  Make him come in your mouth!"  Oh, it
felt so sweet.  I'd never had anything like that before.  It felt
so good.  She just went on and on--it was everything I dreamed of. 
She kept sucking and sucking and when I came, she didn't stop and
she swallowed and swallowed.  I stood there facing Brenda who just
watched with an unreadable expression on her face.  After that, she
had Ms. Sherwood zip me up again, and then we just left her like
that, kneeling, nude in the middle of her living room.

   When we were back outside Brenda suddenly went crazy.  She was
ready to give me a high-five, and she jumped up and down and hugged
me.  I was excited too--it seemed beyond our wildest expectations. 
We were grinning all day, and that evening Brenda seemed reluctant
to leave the beach--actually, she seemed reluctant to leave me!  We
had shared so much and we didn't want it to end!  Finally, we
agreed to meet again after supper, and go back to the beach.  A
night-time stroll!

   You may think I was thinking about getting Brenda onto the beach
at night, but in reality all I could think about was how easily we
got Clara Sherwood to go along with our schemes!  I met Brenda and
I could tell that she was still feeling excited about it though she
was calmer.  We were still grinning and we walked a bit, and then
we decided to sit for a while.  Brenda had brought a blanket and a
beach towel so we laid out the towel and sat on it and talked.  I
had my arm around her and I looked down at her and kissed her, and
she kissed me back.  She was still obviously excited after our
short kiss, and she was obviously willing to do anything I asked! 
She asked me if she should take off her blouse!  Strangely enough
I decided against it, and she understood.  We both saved ourselves
for our bright future with Clara Sherwood.

   I asked her what it was she was getting, or going to get from
our sessions with Clara.  She was perfectly willing to talk about
it: she *liked* Clara's body and had enjoyed seeing it today and
seeing Clara servicing me!  She was looking forward to seeing Clara
take my cock in her rear and she was looking forward to using a
leather belt on Clara's rear, too!  And she wanted to feel Clara
lick her cunt!  And she especially wanted to see Clara getting it
in the rear while Clara licked her cunt.  I couldn't believe all
the things Brenda said.  It was obvious that she had a wide lesbian
streak and a dominant one as well.  That was the frankest
discussion of sex I ever recall having with anyone, male or female. 
We seemed able to talk about anything.  Later, we were tempted to
have sex again, but we managed to restrain ourselves in
anticipation of the next morning.  But somehow, that evening was
better than sex: I actually didn't want that evening to end.

   But I can't say I wasn't raring to go the next morning.  I was
at the beach early and couldn't wait to see Brenda.  When she
finally arrived, she had to make me wait--she didn't want us
bursting in on Clara too early in the morning: it would make us
seem too eager.  We waited until mid morning and then headed over
to Clara's house.

   We rang the door bell, but instead of coming to the door, Clara
called us to come in.  I checked the door and found it unlocked and
we went in.  Clara was standing, right in front of us in the living
room, totally nude!   She looked fantastic!  She was facing us and
looked as if she were standing at attention!  I couldn't believe
it: she must be into it much more than Brenda or I suspected.  She
didn't say anything but just looked straight ahead, her eyes not
even meeting ours.  I was very impressed and we walked over to her
and started walking around her in a little inspection tour.  Then
I noticed Ms. Wood sitting over to the side of the living room
where we couldn't see her as we entered.  She was sitting there
with her legs crossed, watching us.  Next to her was another woman,
who was standing at attention just like Clara except that she was
fully dressed.  I froze, looking at Ms. Wood.  In a few seconds,
Brenda apparently noticed her too and froze.  We just stared, stock
still.

   "So rather than take my suggestion, you decided to play some
games with Ms. Sherwood."  Words caught in my throat, but in a few
seconds I started to answer.  But she cut me off: "Don't say a
word."

   She stood up and started a leisurely walk around the living
room.  "Both of you, go out in the garage, remove all your clothes,
and wait."  She said nothing more, but just stood there and waited
for us to act.  We remained frozen for a little while, then we
looked at each other briefly, and then we both went towards the
garage.

   We got out in the garage and its door was closed though there
was no car there.  The walls were unfinished and the floor was
concrete.  We stood there for a second, looking at each other. 
"We'd better do it," said Brenda.  There was none of the giddy
excitement we felt before, only a cold fear.  And a *different*
exciting feeling!  Soon we were standing there, nude, wondering
what was going to happen.  I heard the front door and some voices.

   Suddenly, the door opened and a whole bunch of men came in! 
"There they are," came Ms. Wood's voice and the men all surrounded
us.  Immediately I was grabbed and something was stuffed in my
mouth.  They were all big and muscular and most of them were
wearing swimming trunks.  A gag was secured around my head.  They
were tying ropes to my arms and soon they were hoisting me with
hooks in the ceiling and I found myself tied, spread-eagled,
hanging in mid-
air with my ankles tied so my legs were apart!  Brenda was tied the
same way: both of us were suspended in mid air.  I heard stuff
being dragged behind us and soon I noticed platforms behind us. 
Men were standing right behind us and soon I felt lubricant being
pushed right into my ass!  A guy behind me was pushing his cock
right between my cheeks!  I could see that Brenda was getting
exactly the same treatment!  Occasionally the guy pulled all the
way out for a minute, and watching Brenda I could see that guys
were taking turns.  I felt a sharp pain and realized I'd been
whipped!  They did that some more and then a cock was in my rear
again!

   The door from the house opened again and Ms. Wood came out.  She
walked over in front of Brenda and looked up at her, and came up
and looked up at me, too.  She grabbed my cock and began stroking. 
"Hey!  You're supposed to force them to enjoy it!" she said.  My
cock was growing hard even though the guy's cock was in my ass. 
Soon my cock was sticking straight out!  Ms. Wood was fingering
Brenda's cunt with her other hand.  Ms. Wood kept it up, and soon
I was coming, even with that guy inside me.  I could see that
Brenda was coming too: she was bucking and grinding even though she
was suspended.  Ms. Wood left and went back toward the door to the
house.  But as I watched her, some of the guys grabbed her and
gagged her!  She struggled hard, but soon they had handcuffs on her
and had her ankles bound together and had her naked.  She was on
her hands and knees and a guy started pushing his cock into her
rear!  She struggled to escape.  A few of the guys went into the
house and I heard a scuffle through the open door though I couldn't
see anything.  The guy had come in Ms. Wood's ass and had pulled
out and another guy was whipping her something fierce.  I felt a
sting on my ass again.  As I watched, a guy pulled off Ms. Wood's
gag and stuffed his hard cock into her mouth.  I heard female moans
from inside the house.