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'Teacher's Pet'
Part 3 of 6
by Sundance
Copyright, 1998 : All Rights Reserved
First Published: 9/29/98
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+==================+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
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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
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+==================+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."
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