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I did not write this story.
This story was obtained from the internet or a BBS. Most of the
multi-part stories where consolidated at the time, and some minor
adjustments made, mostly of a cosmetic nature. Enjoy !




      He made a date for the next weekend with Sally Wright, who
had a reputation for putting out and for giving the best head in
the state.  Sally was good looking, although not great looking. 
She wore too much makeup, he thought, and was usually overdressed. 
She even wore gold chains over her cheerleading outfit.  But he'd
never had a head job given by an expert, and wanted one.  Her
father was a car salesman, which figured, and she had her own Miata
convertible.  Sally hesitated when he asked her out, but he'd given
her a quick pulse of the Device, putting his hand on her arm at the
same time.  She seemed surprised when she accepted, especially
because the date was to go to the lake.  She was, as she told him,
not a fan of the great outdoors.

      On Saturday morning, she'd called and said that she couldn't
make it.  She wasn't feeling well, and hoped he'd understand. 
Sandy understood, all right.  He decided that next time he'd ask
her to go to a rock concert, then fuck her in the car on the way
there, then during the concert he'd make her suck him off, then
fuck her again on the way home.  .

      For now he resigned himself to watching cartoons and eating
peanut butter and mustard sandwiches.  His folks were gone for the
weekend, and Sammy was at cheerleading practice.  Maybe, he
thought, he'd pull out the Playboy magazines hidden beneath his
Scientific Americans and at least relieve the pressure on his
balls.  So much for the life of sexual gratification he had
planned.  But he heard the screen door creak.  Sammy came in,
dressed in her blue and gold cheerleading outfit.

      "Practice was cancelled," she said, surprised to see he
brother still home.  "Why are you still here?"

      "Date was cancelled too," he said ruefully.  "Sally Wright. 
Was she at practice?"

      "Oh, yeah.  She said she wasn't feeling too well, but I saw
her going off with Marty Johnson in his Corvette, so she couldn't
have been too sick.  Was that supposed to be your date?  I didn't
think she was your type."

      "Naw," he said.  "I asked her out, but she said no.  You're
probably right, she's not my type."

      Sammy collapsed on the living room couch, her legs over the
arm.  She was wearing light yellow tights under her dark blue
cheerleader's uniform.  Her brother couldn't help but trace the
curves of her thighs, right up to her rounded buttocks, covered
with the bright yellow shorts and stiff blue skirt.  Blue and gold,
the high school colors.  "Oh, I'm sorry," she said, kicking her
feet up and pulling up her white socks..  "I know you were looking
forward to it.  I thought you were seeing Mary what's-her-name. 
Something to do with rats, wasn't it?"

      "Sort of," he said.  "More to do with wild animals and their
habits.  You better be careful about your sneakers on the couch. 
Mom would have a fit if she could see you."

      "Can I ask you something?" she said, unzipping the shiny
plastic boots of her outfit, then kicking them off.

      "Sure."

      "Uh, Sandy," she started, then hesitated.  She took a deep
breath.  Her breasts rose and fell.  "What did you end up doing
with that bottle?  With that awful smelling stuff?"

      "You mean the test tube?"

      "Oh, right.  The test tube."

      "Nothing."

      "Sandy, do you really think that the goo in there made us,
you know, go crazy like that?  I've been thinking more and more
about it and I just can't believe it."

      "Well," he said, "I suppose that's what it was.  What else
could it have been?"

      "I just don't like the idea.  I mean that people can be made
to do things by some smelly chemicals.  Not that I like the
alternative any better, you know?  Even if you are sort of good
looking, you ARE my brother.  Do you still have it?"

      "Sure."

      Sammy sat up on the couch, her short cheerleader skirt
flouncing around her hips.  "Will you get it for me?"

      "What for?"

      "I want to see.  I have to know if it was that stuff or
something else.  I have to know if I did it to you because I'm
going crazy or because of some chemical stuff."

      "You sure you want to do this?" he asked.  He didn't believe
his sister was coming on to him, but her words sure made it seem as
if she were.

      "I'm sure.  Just get the bottle.  But keep the cork on!"


      Sandy ran upstairs and got his knapsack.  He had added a
remote control to the Device, deciding that reaching for the straps
of the bag each time might cramp his style.  He checked the
batteries and pulsed the Device using a matchbook size transmitter
which just fit in his palm.  Same familiar tingle at the base of
his scalp.  He retrieved the bottle of goo from the bottom,
wrapping it in an old tee-shirt and stuffed it into the bag.  Then
he walked back downstairs.  Sammy was sitting on the couch looking
nervous, chewing on her hair.

      "Give it to me," she said, holding out her hand.

      Sandy rummaged through the knapsack as if looking for it,
then gave it to her.  He sat on the couch beside her, waiting.

      "Oh no," she said, shaking her head.  "You wait over there. 
If anything happens, I don't want you so close.  You know what
happened last time."

      "If you're so worried about that, then why are you doing
this?" he asked, reaching for the tube.  "Maybe we shouldn't."

      "Just go over there and sit down," she ordered.  Sammy walked
over to an armchair, leaving his knapsack on the couch beside her. 
Sammy looked at the amber liquid, rolling it from side to side in
the tube.  She carefully pulled the cork from the top and took a
slight sniff, jamming the cork back in quickly.  "Phew!  It smells
even worse than I remembered!"

      "Any effect?" he asked, smiling to himself.

      "No, I don't think so.  Let's just wait a minute and see."

      They waited in silence for a minute.  Then Sammy uncorked the
bottle again, and took another sniff, deeper this time.  Sandy
pulsed his transmitter just as she inhaled.  She jumped a little,
almost dropping the glass container.

      "That time something happened," she said.  "I can't tell what
yet."

      Again they waited.  This time Sammy leaned back on the couch,
relaxing.  "I got some sort of tingle from it, you know.  But
nothing like before."  She took another sniff, and Sandy timed the
coil to fire.

      "Ahhh.That was more like before," his sister sighed, raising
her hands over her head and leaning back.  Her breasts stretched
tight against her snug cheerleader outfit.  She stretched her legs
out, pointing her toes, then looked at him, holding out the test
tube.  "Do you want to, you know, try some?"

      "I don't think I better.  You know what happened last time. 
Maybe I better just watch you, to make sure nothing happens."  He
grinned to himself, trying to look serious and brotherly.  He
waited for the Device to work.

      "Oh, that's right."  Sandy watched her as she spoke.  Her
voice had become softer and more sexy.  "Can't have little brother
turned on, can we?"

      "Is that what's happening?  Are you getting turned on?"

      "Well, I feel tingly in the same places."

      "Where?  What places?"

      "You remember.  Like last time.  Gosh, I guess this stuff
really does work like we thought.  How do we stop the effect now?"

      "I don't know," he said.  He made sure the device was still
firing.  "We better make sure it's happening the same way.  Where
does it tingle this time?"

      "Here," she said, pointing to one breast, then the other. 
"And here.  And all along here."  Sandy pulsed the Device as her
fingers moved across her chest.  Her fingers curled inward and she
pressed each nipple in turn through the cloth.  A puzzled look
passed over her face and she pressed her knees together  

      "And Sandy, I'm getting wet already.  This stuff works so
fast!  I just can't believe it!  Gosh, I'm glad I didn't take an
even deeper whiff!"

      "Where?  Where are you getting wet?"

      "Down here between my legs.  Right down here!"  Her fingers
slid down her body to the vee formed by the short skirt.  He pulsed
the Device again and her fingers pressed into her crotch.

      "Oh!" she exclaimed, a smile forming on her lips.  "Just
touching myself there gave me a little shiver.  Just a little one,
but still nice."

      "Show me, Sammy," he demanded.  "Show me where you touched."

      "Oh, no," she said.  "I didn't take that deep a whiff."

      "You probably wouldn't even if you had," he said.  "Is it
unpleasant?"

      She shook her head, her eyes beginning to glaze a little.  He
walked over to her and took the test tube, removing the stopper. 
He held it before her nose, which she wrinkled, but she took
another smell.

      "You want me to do it, don't you?" she said.  Sandy could
tell the Device had fired again, the beginning of a new automatic
series.  He returned to his chair.

      "Yes, Sammy, I want you to show me where you touched.  It's
not our fault, it just the chemicals."

      Sammy sighed and spread her smooth young legs slightly apart. 
She looked right at her watching brother then lifted the short
skirt.  The bright yellow shorts of her uniform were slightly
pressed into her crotch, the elastic making depressions in her
shapely thighs.  She rubbed her palm over her pussy.  "Right here!"

      As he watched his sister she slid her hand over the yellow
shorts.  Sandy transmitted the code that started the Device on its
fast cycle of one second pulses.  His sister seemed to forget he
was there.  Her fingers worked their way inside her tight yellow
shorts, her eyes closed and her lithe body tensing and relaxing in
time with the pulses he knew were flooding her brainstem.

      "Are you getting hot?" he asked.

      "Hot?  Oh yes!  You wouldn't believe it!  I'm getting so hot! 
Do you want to come over and see?  Do you want to see how hot and
wet I am?"

      "Sammy," he said, staying where he was, "Show me where you're
touching yourself.  Let me watch you do it.  Show me where it's
wet!"

      "Oh, GOD!" she sighed.  "You're teasing me!  Why don't you
just come over here and we'll do it?  Let me have you inside me
again, Sandy."

      "Show me first," he ordered.  "Then maybe I'll come over."

      Sammy stretched her long legs out again, pulling the yellow
shorts down her thighs.  He could make out light yellow underwear
through her tights.  

      "Sammy," he said, "Take off your tights.  I can't see
anything through them."

      She stood up and told him to close his eyes.  He pretended
they were closed, watching her stand up and pull off the tights,
dropping them into her gym bag.  She adjusted her panties tight
against herself then stretched out on the couch again, one leg over
the arm.  He opened his eyes.  His sister was fingering herself
inside her panties, her eyes still closed while her fingers worked
inside the light yellow cloth.  As he watched she pulled the flimsy
garment down, exposing her blond pussy.  She opened her eyes.


      "Here, and here, and ahhhhh," she sighed, "here too."

      Her long lacquered fingernails spread her blond fringed
cuntal lips as she began sliding her fingers up and down her slit,
rubbing the little button of flesh that poked up in her soft
furrow.  Sandy rubbed his own cock slightly as his sister began to
moan, "It's happening!  Oh! Yes!  It's happening again!  Oh Sandy! 
Sandy!  I can't believe it's going to happen again!  It felt sooo
nice!"

      He stood and walked over to her.  Her hot eyes were fixed on
him as he approached and she immediately lifted her skirt up around
her waist, spreading her legs.  She reached for his belt, tugging
on the buckle.  "Do me, Sandy!  Oh, do me now!  Please!"

      He reached between her fumbling fingers and undid the buckle
while she unzipped his fly.  His stiff cock popped out and she took
it in her soft warm hands, murmuring happily as she massaged it. 
She tugged on it again, trying to bring it to her open pussy, but
Sandy pulled away.  She looked unhappy.  "Don't do that, Sandy. 
Don't tease me!  I need it so bad . . ."

      "Is your pussy hot?" he asked, giving her another single jolt
from the Device.  "Does it tingle?"

      "Oh yes!  My pussy is hot!"  She gave herself another rub,
pulling his cock closer.  "And it tingles all over.  I need it,
Sandy!  Oh, I need it so bad!"

      "Not that way," he said, pulling back as she sat up on the
couch looking puzzled.  Her skirt fell over her pussy.  "I'll let
you have it, but first you have to do something."

      "What?  Anything!  I'll do anything!  Just don't tease me!"

      "Take it in your mouth."  Sammy gasped and Sandy held his
breath, waiting.  He couldn't imagine his prissy sister agreeing to
give him a blow job, but the thought of her warm mouth around his
cock pleased him.  Sammy paled, the red flush that had risen from
her chest turning pink.

      "Please don't make me do that, Sammy," she said softly, her
hands touching his cock then pulling away.  "I've never done
anything like that!"

      "You never did anything like fucking, either, before last
week."

      "But why?  Oh, Sandy, just put it in me!  That's bad enough,
isn't it?  Just put it in me, please!  Make me come again like
before."

      "No," he said firmly, giving his transmitter a quick pulse as
her fingers began fondling his dick again.  "That's not enough.  I
sucked your pussy last week, now you can return the favor.  If you
do a good job, then you can put this in your hot pussy.  Not
until."

      Sammy looked at his stiff prick and made a face.  "Do I
really have to do this?  Can't you just put it in me like before? 
Please?"

      "Not until you do what I said," he replied, running his
fingers through her soft blond hair.  He pulled her head slightly
downward.  Sammy slid forward until she was kneeling on the floor
in front of him, never letting go of his cock.  Her panties were
still halfway down her thighs.

      "What do I do?  I've never . . ."

      "Just open your mouth.  Now touch my cock with your tongue. 
That's right.  Now lick it around the head there.  Ahhh, yes!"

      Sandy looked down at his pretty sister in the cheerleader
uniform, her blond hair trembling as she moved her head around his
dick and lapped, Her blue eyes were looking up at him, hungry and
slightly glazed.

      "Take it in your mouth, Sammy," he ordered.  He pulled her
head forward, the tip of his cock touching her lips and felt
himself begin to slide past her lips into her hot mouth.  As he
gave her another jolt with the Device he felt her body tremble. 
She closed her lips partway and began to suck gently, her tongue
still rubbing the underside of his sensitive shaft.  He felt her
other hand work down the length of his shaft until she came to the
bottom.  He cried out with pleasure as she slid her hand down his
balls.  In response, she rubbed them lightly, back and forth, then
let her hand continue down between his legs until she was cupping
his ass cheeks.  She pulled him deeper into her mouth, then slid
her hand back across his balls again.  Her hand continued,
traveling back up his shaft, then down her body, rubbing each of
her breasts until it reachedk to her short skirt.  She pressed the
skirt into herself, and Sandy could see she was rubbing the satin
lining material against her pussy.  His cock got even harder as he
began to undo the plastic zipper down her back.

      Sammy was still working hard on her brother's cock, the head
now fully inside her mouth, touching her cheek as she swirled her
tongue around and around, her fingers rubbing the cloth of her
skirt against her pussy.  He reached behind her and lowered the
plastic zipper of her cheerleading uniform until he had uncovered
her back all the way down to her waist.  He pushed the top down
over her shoulders, exposing a tan satiny bra.  He kept working the
material down, realizing she was helping him with her other hand,
his cock held in her mouth only by suction as she swirled her
tongue around the tip.  He fumbled with the catch of the slippery
bra material for a few seconds until it popped open, the flimsy
garment coming free in his hands.  He tossed it onto her gym bag,
pushing her shoulders back against the couch and pulling his cock
out of her mouth.  Sammy protested, trying to get his cock back in
her mouth, but Sandy took her hands away, saying she would have it
inside her again soon enough.

      His sister's magnificent tits stood out firm, the nipples
fully erect again, pink and stiff.  He let his cock slide down her
neck and down her breastbone until it rested between the two mounds
of flesh.  He took one of her hands firmly, putting it on the side
of her breast, then the other, pulling it away from the spot where
it was rubbing her crotch and placing it on her other ripe tit.  He
slowly pushed her hands together until his cock was buried in the
soft pliable tit flesh, the red tip poking up between them.  He
knew that half the guys in school had fantasized tit-fucking, and
probably with his well-endowed sister.  But none of them had
succeeded!

      Sammy quickly got the idea and began rubbing his prick
between her tits, sliding her nipples against his engorged organ
with her fingers, murmuring in pleasure.  He stood over her a
while, enjoying the sensation of smooth tit flesh against his cock. 
Then she pulled his cock away, looking at it.  She smiled at him
and slowly lowered her mouth onto it, saying that she didn't mind
anymore.  Her hands again cupped his swollen balls as she sucked in
her cheeks, pulling his organ back into her mouth.  He let her
slide it in, relishing the sensation of her soft lips engulfing
him.  

      He put his hands on her shoulders, turning her body around. 
As she turned, his cock popped out of her mouth, bobbing against
her hair.  Sammy knelt over the couch and he lifted his sister's
short blue skirt, her pretty rounded ass presented to his stiff
organ.  This was just what he had done with Mary Martin, just with
a different ass.  His sister's was plumper and felt softer against
his cock.  He slid his hands over her smooth buttocks, reaching
between her legs and spread them apart.  She quickly got the idea,
leaning further forward and arranging herself so that her pussy was
open to him.  

      "Oh yes!  Sandy!  Put it in me again!  Oh please, I'm so
hot!"

      He knelt behind her and slid his cock under her buttocks,
brushing against the soft flesh of her pussy, feeling the soft
hairs rubbing against him.  Her hands flew between her legs,
spreading the pussy lips and he pressed upward with his cock until
he could feel the hot hole of her cunt, wet and slippery.  His cock
stopped just at the entrance.

      "Do you want me to put it in?" he asked, rubbing her nipples
between his fingers.

      "YES!" she almost shouted.  "Stop teasing me!  Just put it
in!"

      "Is this what you want?" he teased, slowly entering her cunt
from behind.

      "Oh Yes!" she said again.  "Make me cum again!  Oh please
make me CUMMMM!"

      Her voice rose in pitch as he slowly penetrated her tight
channel.  He could feel the heat inside her and he pushed forward
with his hips as his organ slid right up inside, stopping only when
his crotch was tight against her ass.  The satiny lining of her
lifted skirt was cool against his own belly.

      "Oh YES!" she cried as he started to fuck her.  "Oh Yes! Yes!
Deeper!  Put it in DEEPER!"

      Sandy began pumping in and out, his cock stroking deep as he
fingered his sister's tits.  In and out it slid.  She didn't even
notice when he reached behind himself to retrieve his remote
control, turning the Device back on for cyclical pulses.  But he
could feel her body shiver with each new set of transmissions, her
already tight cunt going into spasms as she humped back against
him, faster and faster.  

      Sandy pulled his organ back out, rubbing it against his
sister's soft rear.  She moaned in disappointment, then gasped in
surprise as he spread her ass cheeks and placed the wet slippery
head of his cock against her pink anal opening.  He pushed forward.

      "Oh SANDY!" she cried out, feeling him violate her ass.  "Not
there!"  But she leaned forward against the bed, sighing again in
pleasure as his hands fingered her clit.  He worked the head in and
out as she got more and more excited, feeling her ass contract and
loosen around his prick.

      "Do it!" she finally said, her voice shaking.  "Go ahead,
Sandy.  Put it in if you're going to!  Oh, I'm cummming already!"

      Slowly his hard shaft slid into his sister's asshole, inch by
inch.  This time he wasn't sure he could pull out, and he knew he
was going to cum.  As he started to pull back, the Device fired
again.  His cock was locked inside Sammy's contracting ass as he
felt hot sperm begin to boil in his balls.  He yanked her short
skirt up high around her waist, watchng his cock jerk as her ass
contracted around it again and again.  He felt himself flood inside
her, covering the inside of her ass, soaking the velvety membranes
even wetter.  He pushed forward, gushing sperm as her slender body
writhed, her body pumping back against him and his hands on her
ass, pulling himself even deeper into her.  Her whole body began to
shake as she reached her  climax.

      "AH YES!! Oh, shoot it into me, Sandy!  Fill meeee with your
hot cum!  Do it to MEEEE!  AH, OHHHH, YESSSSSS!  YESSSSS!!"

      Sunday night, Sandy reviewed his list, ordering the
candidates in his mind.  He considered their faces, bodies, and
generally how sexy he thought the girls were.  He planned his next
experiment for a while, then made sure the batteries on the Device
were connected to the charger.  He washed and went to bed.  Monday
morning he rode his bike to school, his knapsack strapped to his
back.  He stored it in his locker.  Despite his attempts at
control, he walked around all day with an erection, waiting until
last period, which was English.  He stopped on the way to get his
Device.  As soon as he walked into the room, seeing Miss Elgin, his
English teacher, his erection turned into a raging hard-on.

      Miss Elgin, his sexy English teacher, had been third place on
his list.  That day she lived up to his expectations, wearing a
tight purple miniskirt, black stockings and a blouse with frills
down the front.  The frills didn't do much to hide her
well-developed tits.  Her long black hair fell straight down her
back and was held back from her face by two mother of pearl combs. 
From his vantage point at the side of the second row he could see
her nicely shaped thighs as she stood up, tugging the short skirt
down her shapely legs.  

      At the beginning of the year, After the boys in the class had
found out who the teacher was, there had been a frantic rush for
front seats on the side.  Miss Elgin was a common target for locker
room fantasies and jokes, and last year's class had informed them
of the best vantage points for seating.  Sandy was lucky enough to
have slid into one, refusing to move even when one of the class
bullies had threatened to beat him to a pulp.  More than
threatened, he remembered.  He could almost feel the punches as
he'd been beaten up, but he'd still refused to move.  It had been
well worth it.

      That day, when the pretty teacher wrote on the blackboard, he
let his eyes travel up and down her well-proportioned form from her
high heels up her legs to her nicely curved ass.  He looked at the
rounded globes of her ass as she stretched to reach the top of the
blackboard.  Her waist was thin.  She turned around to lecture and
his eyes roamed over her full tits, studying the way they filled
out her blouse.  He could make out the outline of the her bra and
imagined her breasts bouncing free of its restrictive hold. 
Fifteen minutes before the class was over she passed out a quiz,
sitting and reading while the class completed it.  Sandy whizzed
through it.  It was a snap even though he hadn't read the
assignment, since he'd put on the play they were studying over the
summer.  

      Just before the bell chimed, signalling the end of the school
day, she walked up and down the aisles, collecting the quiz papers. 
He had the paper upside down on his desk and put his knapsack
beside it.  When she walked by his desk, reaching for the paper, he
gave the Device a pulse, then another, noticing with some pleasure
that the girl sitting across from him squeezed her legs together in
an involuntary reaction.  Miss Elgin paused a second, a puzzled
look passing over her face, then walked on leaving a faint trail of
perfume.  He inhaled deeply, liking the smell of her.  As the class
was filing out, he stopped at the teacher's desk and asked if he
could speak with her.

      "Sure," she said, smiling up at him.  Her large dark eyes
were fixed on him, and he blushed a little.  "What's the problem?"

      "No problem, really," he'd said, marking time until the rest
of the class had left.  "I just wanted to discuss my term paper."

      "Oh, fine, Sandy," she said.  She arranged some papers on her
desk, waiting.  He dropped his knapsack beside her papers, near her
body.

      "Well, see, I'm doing this paper on Chaucer, and there are
parts I, um, don't understand."  He had the remote control hidden
in his hand and gave it a pulse as he moved nearer to her, leaning
on the desk.

      "What parts?" she asked.  He noticed the familiar shiver.

      "Well, maybe it's because I really don't have the experience
in life to understand some of the parts.  Or to write about them
anyway"  Another pulse.  Another shiver.  She lowered her hand to
her desk, then looked surprised that she had covered his hand with
hers.  She quickly pulled it away, looking a little puzzled.

      "I'm having trouble with some of the, well, racier parts, if
you know what I mean," he stammered.

      "I've heard that kids these days have lots of experience. 
Much more than when I was in high school."  Her voice was warm and
soft and she looked up at him.  He noticed her hand was moving back
to his.  He started the Device's automatic sequence.  "Can you give
me an example?"

      "Well, like, how does a man tell a woman he wants to be with
her?  I mean if he's attracted to her, if she's really pretty, like
you are, for example.  If he's really turned on by her."

      "Sandy," she said softly, her hand covering his.  "Are you
telling me you're attracted to me?"

      "Sure," he replied, his free hand touching her shoulder.  The
material of her blouse was smooth and silky and her skin felt warm
beneath his fingers.  "Every boy in your class is in love with you,
you know.  It's nice watching you in those short skirts, with your
beautiful legs.  And when you wear tight sweaters, we have to sit
with our legs crossed!"

      "And why is that?" she asked, trying to hide a smile.  She
tried giving him a completely artificial look of innocence.  But
her breathing was getting a little faster and Sandy recognized the
slightly glassy look that came when the Device was working.

      "Because we get hard for you," he said, feeling her hand
squeeze his slightly.  His hand moved from her shoulder to her
breast, lightly brushing over it.  Miss Elgin sighed, leaning back
in her chair.

      "Why am I letting you do this?" she asked softly as he cupped
her full tit in his palm.  "This could get me fired.  Or you
expelled.  Weren't we talking about Chaucer?"

      "Do you want me to stop?" he asked, moving his fingers
lightly over her breast to the buttons of her blouse.

      "Oh no," she murmured.  "I just don't know why I'm letting
you touch me like that.  I've noticed you watching me before, but
never expected . . ."

      "Because I'm so turned on by you," he said, his fingers
moving with more assurance to the button on her blouse.  "Because
you want me to do it."

      His fingers had opened the top button and moved to the next. 
He undid that one too, and a third.  Then he slid his hand inside
her blouse, touching her tit flesh.  He could feel her quiver as
the Device worked its magic.

      "But you're just a boy," she said, her eyes looking puzzled. 
"And a student, and, ohhhhh. . ."

      His hand had slipped inside her bra, taking her warm nipple
between his fingers.  He could feel it stiffen.  Her own hands
moved to his hips, then slid across the front of his pants to his
bulging organ.  "But you certainly are hard!" she exclaimed softly,
giving him a soft squeeze.  "And so big!"

      "I am," he replied.  "Hard for you."

      Sandy opened another button on the teacher's frilly blouse. 
He could see her bra, lacy and thin, and slid his hand back inside,
this time sliding the bra down over the pink nipple, stroking the
outside of her tit.  She leaned back in her chair, letting him
touch her.  He undid the last two buttons, opening her blouse over
her chest.  He stroked each of her full tits then moved his fingers
down to the soft flesh of her belly, feeling the constriction of
her skirt waist.  Miss Elgin leaned farther back, closing her eyes,
letting him touch her.  He slid his fingers inside the skirt, into
her skirt.  He pushed past her pantyhose until he came to her
underwear, feeling her body quiver has his fingers slid inside the
tight skirt down the curves of her hips to her pussy mound.  He
could feel the hair on her pussy through the soft slippery material
of her underwear, and moved his fingers in time to the Device's
pulses, lightly pressing down over her mound.  Miss Elgin's breath
came faster and faster until she was making fast little
exhalations, one after the other.  She pressed his hand to her
crotch and her body shook.

      Suddenly she pushed him away, even though her body was
quivering with pleasure.  She quickly pulled her bra back over her
exposed tit and fastened the buttons on her blouse.  He thought he
had gone too far, but she went to the classroom door, looking down
the corridor.  Then she returned.

      "We can't do this here," she said, taking his hand.  "Someone
might come.  I mean, besides me.   God, I never thought I'd be
doing this.  Come here with me, Sandy, quickly." 

      "I've got to bring these," he said, grabbing his knapsack. 
"My books."

      "Okay," she said.  "But come on!"

      He followed her out the door.   They almost ran down the
corridor until they came to the guidance office.  The door was
locked, but Miss Elgin fished through the secretary's desk and
removed a ring of keys.  She unlocked the door and went inside. 
Sandy followed her, locking the door behind them.  She closed the
curtains and looked at him.

      "Let me get rid of these," she said, kicking off her shoes
and rolling her panty hose down her legs.  "Oh God, what am I
doing?  Why can't I stop myself?"

      She tossed the rolled up pantyhose on a desk and quickly
undid the buttons of her blouse again, stripping it off her body. 
Her tits were large, bigger than his sister's, heavy in her tight
bra.  Her skin was white and smooth and Sandy thought he could fit
his hands right around her small waist, fingers touching.  He gazed
at her body while she watched him, smiling.  She reached behind her
back and unsnapped her bra, removing it slowly.  Her full breasts
were magnificent, with large brown nipples.

      Sandy walked over to hr and lifted her skirt, sliding the hem
up to her waist, higher than her bikini panties.  She put one of
her legs between his, holding his body to her and sliding her thigh
back and forth over his pants, pressing against his erect cock. 
His fingers slid between their bodies, finding the outline of her
sex through her panties.  He could tell the Device was still
operating because of the rhythmic contractions of her pussy beneath
his fingers.  He slid his fingers lower.  Her panties were moist. 
His teacher rubbed her pussy against his fingers, sighing again in
pleasure.  He lowered his head as she lifted her tits to his mouth
and he began sucking on her nipples, one then the other.  She
leaned back against the desk, letting him give her pleasure,
moaning softly as he sucked each tit.  He worked on them, another
fantasy come true, rolling the large soft nipples in his mouth
while his fingers ran through her long straight black hair.


      Sandy pulled his head away.  Her nipples were wet and shiny
with his saliva.  He reached under his teacher's short skirt,
fingering her panties.  He eased them down her hips, his hands
passing directly over her thick black triangle of pubic hair.  He
lowered the panties further, down to her thighs and inserted one
finger between her legs, stroking her cuntal lips softly.  She
pulled the panties the rest of the way off herself, then began to
stroke his cock through his pants, telling him to hurry.  But he
was in no hurry at all.  

      He touched her naked cunt again with one finger, feeling her
shiver again as it slid up past her pleasure button, then back down
to her wet hole, slowly sliding it inside her wet cunt, then
pulling it slowly back out.  Miss Elgin looked down at his finger
as if in amazement as it slid in and out of her pussy.  He put his
hands on her waist and lifted her light body on to the desk,
sitting her on the edge with her legs spread.  Her tight little
skirt was still hiked up to her waist and he could see the curly
black hair, a dark triangle pointing to the wet hole beneath.  She
had more cunt hair than any woman he'd ever seen, even in
magazines, and it was strangely exciting.

      He gave her large tits one more kiss, lifting them to his
mouth in turn.  He turned off the Device then dropped to his knees
between her spread legs, pushing his head between her spread
thighs.  He could smell a slight perfume, his nose pressed into the
thick patch of hair covering her womanhood.  She smelled wonderful,
he thought as his tongue slid along her wet slit, finding her open
cunt.  He flicked her clitoris with the tip of his tongue, feeling
her shake with pleasure, then slid his tongue back down, pushing it
between her pussy lips until it entered her warm wet hole.

      Miss Elgin leaned back on her hands on the desktop, crying
out softly in pleasure, her breasts softly quivering and her thighs
pressed gently against his head.  He licked up and down, glorying
in the sensation of lapping her beautiful cunt, then stood up, his
hands unzipping his pants.  Without even lowering them, he pulled
out his cock, holding it before her, stroking his hand up and down
its length.  She pulled him closer until the tip of his cock was
touching her warm pussy, poised right at the entrance to her cunt. 
He could feel slippery liquids ooze out, covering the tip of his
cock as he pushed his hips slowly forward.  They both watched as
the long hard organ slid in slowly, burying itself to the hilt,
then slowly slid back out.  In and out he pushed it, his hands on
her naked shoulders.  Miss Elgin put her hands around his neck,
drawing him close to her for a kiss, pulling his body closer to
hers while his cock penetrated her even more deeply.  She wrapped
her long shapely legs around his ass, and they fucked in that
position, in and out, while she unbuttoned his shirt to press her
full warm tits against his bare chest.

      The feeling of fucking his beautiful English teacher was as
good as he had expected.  He supposed she'd had lots of other men,
and her cunt wasn't nearly as tight as Mary's, but she sure had
better technique, squeezing him when he was inside her with ripples
of cunt flesh, lowering her head to lap his own nipples while his
cock head rested just inside the entrance to her sex.  She began
gliding her hips back and forth on the desk, faster and faster as
he felt the familiar pressure build up inside him. She leaned
further back, finally laying back on the desk, right over the
papers scattered over the top.  He dropped his pants to his ankles
and fucked her, ramming his cock in and out while he watched her
fleshy tits jiggle with each stroke, his fingers stroking her.  She
began making little mewing sounds, closing her eyes in pleasure,
her mouth slightly open as her cunt squeezed his cock with each
stroke. Finally they both climaxed, her mewing becoming an almost
continuous keening, soft and pleasant.  To his surprise, Miss Elgin
didn't stop. Her cunt was contracting so hard and fast that her ass
almost vibrated on the desk and he felt himself get hard again
almost immediately as he leaned over to kiss her soft red lips. 
She opened her lips and pushed her own tongue into his mouth, then
sucked his tongue inside her lips as she held him inside her.

      The desk began shaking and papers fell off, they were both
pumping so fast.  His teacher began sobbing in pleasure, flinging
her long black hair from side to side as she pulled his cock into
herself, softly whispering, "fuck me.  Fuck me," in his ear.  He
felt himself cumming yet again in his hot teacher's pulsing pussy
and rammed even harder, wringing cry after cry of pleasure from her
lips, finally pressing his crotch tight against hers as his cock
pulsed jets of sperm, filling her with hot liquid.  His own body
shook with pleasure and he saw bright lights flash before his eyes
as she drained every drop of sperm from his cock.  His knees
buckled and he almost fell, but she held his arms, holding him
close to her while he tried to recover his breath.  He realized he
was dizzy, and leaned into her, holding her close.  He could smell
her perfume again, and nuzzled against her long soft neck.

      They stayed like that for a minute, Sandy relishing the
feeling of her large soft tits against his chest and her hot cunt
around his shrinking cock.  Then he slowly pulled out, watching one
string of cum stretch from her pussy to the tip of his semi-soft
cock then finally snap, a fine strand of cum clinging to the hairs
of her pussy.  He pulled back from her, zipping up his pants,
feeling almost guilty.

      "Oh GOD!" Miss Elgin sighed again dreamily.  "What have we
done?  What have I done?"

      She stood up, looking at him, standing with her cunt wet and
exposed, droplets of cum on her legs and her tits jutting out from
her open blouse.  Then she picked her panties up from the floor. 
She used a Kleenix from the box behind her to wipe the cum from her
pussy, dropping it in the trash, then put on the panties, pulling
them snugly against her still moist cunt.  Sandy couldn't help but
think that his sperm was still inside her flat belly as she
smoothed the material over her pussy.  Then she adjusted her
wrinkled miniskirt, pulling it down over the panties and closed her
bra and blouse.  She frowned slightly, passing her hands over the
short skirt to smooth the wrinkles.  She picked up her pantyhose
and looked at them as if they were a strange object she'd never
seen before, then stuffed them in a pocket of her skirt.

      "Sandy," she said softly, taking his hand looking at him, "If
any word of this ever gets out, my job is over.  My career is over. 
My life is probably over.  Do you understand?"

      "I understand," he said.  "I don't intend to tell anybody. 
Not that anyone would believe me anyway, you know."

      "But promise me," she said.  "Promise me you'll never tell a
soul.  I'll give you anything.  Anything.  Grades, whatever, you
name it.  We've got to promise never to do this again, and never to
tell anybody about it!  It never happened, right?"

      "Well," Sandy said thoughtfully, "I don't need the grades,
you know?  I'm doing pretty well in the class.  But maybe if you
said you weren't mad at me, that would help."

      "Good Lord, Sandy!  Why should I be mad at you?  You just
gave me the best orgasm of my life!  And I practically raped you to
get it.  Hardly a reason to be mad at you."

      "Well then," he said, "maybe if we could, like, cut the part
about never doing it again?  I'd promise anything myself for that! 
To do it again, you know.  God, I saw lights and almost fainted, it
felt so good!  We've just got to be able to do that again, right?"

      "Are you trying to blackmail me?"

      "Oh no!"  Sandy looked shocked.  "Never!  It's just that I
don't want to promise never to do it again.  I mean, not like you'd
want to."

      She looked at him thoughtfully, her fingers straightening out
the tangles in her hair.  "I suppose that can't hurt. And I don't
seem to know what I want right now.  Okay, I'll promise we'll do it
again.  Maybe someplace nicer, you know?  And you promise me that
you'll never, ever, tell anybody what we've done.  And we still
have to discuss your term paper, you know.  I don't think now is
exactly the right time."

      "A deal!  We'll discuss the term paper and everything, but I
don't have to promise never to do this again with you." he said,
smiling at her.  She smiled back, looking relieved.

      "That's a double negative," she corrected.  He laughed and
they left the office together.  She even gave him a quick kiss as
they were going out into the corridor, after checking it was
deserted.  Sandy watched her walk down the corridor, her body
swaying and her ass moving nicely beneath the short black skirt. 
A fine, he thought, figure of a woman!
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