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Billy Canters
by Old Bill (address withheld)

***

Billy does his favorite teacher a favor and learns a 
new skill. (F/M-teen, rom)

***

"Billy," said Ms. Prentiss just after the bell rang. 
"See me after school for a minute." She smiled, a real 
heart-melter. I felt my cock surge. I had daydreamed of 
her, thought of her when I beat it off, had vivid 
imaginary adventures with her before I slept.

"Sure," I said. Prentiss was by far the best-looking 
teacher at my school, a popular and careful third-year 
teacher who produced a lot of hard-ons whether she knew 
it or not. She dressed well and conservatively, skirts 
always below the knee, but she could not conceal her 
killer body, long legs, good rack and fine ass. She was 
pretty too, a dark-haired, dark-eyed beauty who used 
make-up sparingly but well. And she always smelled 
good.

"Close the door," she said when I got to her room after 
the last bell. I came and stood at the side of her desk 
where she was correcting some essays. "You cut Mrs. 
Montgomery's lawn didn't you? Last week?"

I nodded. "Over on Maple, yep, nice lady."

"She told me you did a good job for her."

"It was a pleasure," I said, remembering what the lady 
and I had done down in her basement playroom. She was a 
screamer, and I humped her three different ways, a real 
piston pleaser, but she had taken a hour to satisfy, 
one of my most pleasant challenges, well worth the 
effort.

"Well," she said with a small smile, "I live in an 
apartment, but I could use some help Saturday if you 
have the time, just a few chores."

"I've got a job in the morning," I said. "But around 
one, that be OK?"

"Fine," she said, "I don't think it will take long." 
She looked up at me and smiled, handing me a card with 
her address on it. "See you then," she said in 
dismissal. My prick trembled.

I left wondering what she had for me to do in an 
apartment. Sex never crossed my mind. Which, of course, 
is a lie.

So Saturday afternoon, there I was knocking at the 
metal door of a second floor apartment in one of the 
poorer parts of town, just off the old shopping 
district. She opened the door and smiled wearing a 
long-tailed white shirt, her hair tied back with a blue 
scarf, her feet bare.

"Hi," she said brightly, "thanks for coming. We can get 
started right in here." She turned and her shirt 
billowed out like it wasn't buttoned. I followed her 
through a sparsely furnished room with a TV set and 
then into a small bedroom with a mattress on the floor 
and open metal shelves beside it. "My roommate sleeps 
in the other room on that futon you saw. She's away 
this weekend. I need your help to put the bed 
together."

I nodded as she turned to face me and her shirt was 
open, completely unbuttoned, and I could see the sides 
of her high breasts, her flat stomach, deep navel and 
the triangle of dark hair between her legs.

"Mrs. Montgomery, I knew her at school, she said you 
were, what was the word she used, tireless I think. I 
want you to pretend you don't know me, and when we are 
done, I want you to forget what we've done. Can you do 
that?" She smiled and licked her lips.

"I doubt it," I said, easing the man's shirt off her 
shoulders and watching it slide down her arms and bare 
her full breasts. Her nipples were high, dark and 
pointed slightly outward; her waist was trim, her 
stomach well muscled, her belly a soft puff and her 
hips well rounded. Toned, that's what she was, a hard 
body. The shirt fell to the floor and she smiled at me. 
She had great breasts, more than handfuls. I nuzzled 
them and licked a nipple while I pawed her firm ass.

"You can try," she said with a smile, reaching out to 
pull my t-shirt over my head. "I hope you can try." I 
heard her take a deep breath as I nibbled a tit.

I nodded and licked. "I'll try." I unbuckled my belt 
and stepped out of my pants and underpants, pulling off 
my shoes in the process.

She squealed and jumped back, hand to mouth. "I thought 
she was lying," she gasped. "My god."

I smiled at her as my big prick filled and rose. "I 
don't know your name," I said as I helped her down on 
her quilt-covered mattress and spread her open. Her sex 
lips were quivering, very puffy, obviously wet, ready 
for action and so was I, skin stretched, head 
throbbing, slightly arched, dripping already, balls 
tensed. My fantasy was being fulfilled and it was 
exciting, I could hardly wait.

She looked at me wide-eyed and open-mouthed, breathing 
rapidly. "It's so big," she sighed. "Don't hurt me. My 
name's Nancy. Please don't hurt me."

I nuzzled her neck and caressed her breasts as I got my 
knee between her legs and started massaging her damp 
groin. We kissed and then kissed some more and our 
tongues tangled as I wedged her legs apart, got between 
then, rubbed my big glans up and down her slit and then 
eased it into her as she arched and groaned, eyes 
closed, clit erect, knees bent, pelvis tilted up to 
make it easier.

"Please, please," she sighed, "please be gentle. I 
haven't done this for, ah, oh god." She shook as I 
penetrated her clasping vagina, knowing I should have 
taken more time to get her ready but aroused by her 
beauty and warmth, her smell and eagerness. I was in, 
well in and her pussy was massaging me and getting 
slicker, clamped tightly to my throbbing shaft.

She arched her pelvis higher, and I drove my ram inward 
and upward, four inches and I backed off and got a good 
six, backed off again and filled her, in to the balls, 
buried in her shaking body, mashing her eager clit. I 
rose up on extended arms and smiled down at her, my 
fantasies fulfilled. "You OK?" I asked, eager to get 
started, by manhood jumping and flexing in her 
pleasurable grip. She was snorting for breath and 
looking frightened.

She nodded and swallowed, her breathing ragged.

"You can lift your legs and wrap them around me if you 
want."

She nodded, and I began, pulling back and drawing her 
pink lips out with me before I pushed my big piston all 
the way back into her, a gentle six-inch thrust like a 
bulldozer. She shivered and gulped. I did it again, 
slowly and smoothly, out and then in, out and then in 
and her body began responding, sucking on my 
withdrawals and opening on my thrusts. I dug in my 
toes. I could feel her flesh parting, quivering, 
pulsing. Her breathing had becoming a series of gasps. 
I looked down at her face and saw fear as well as lust.

"So deep, so deep," she sighed, brushing her hair from 
her face and pulled my head down to her mouth. "No 
one's ever, ah, oh there, just there. Do that again." 
Her whole body shook.

I grasped her buttocks with both hands, pulled her to 
me and found the place that excited her, rubbed it 
gently again and again with my cock head, and she 
spasmed and climaxed under me, shaking and moaning as 
her vagina convulsed on my rigid ram. I loved it when 
they came from just fucking; it was only about fifty 
percent I think even with my big piece of meat in them. 
Most I brought off with my tongue or by rubbing my rod 
on the outside of their labia.

She went soft under me, smiling, and I rolled us over 
so her warm, limp, luscious body was atop mine. I could 
feel her juices trickling down over my tensed scrotum. 
We rested, well joined, my prick occasionally jumping 
and flexing deep within her. I stroked her back and 
patted her ass, enjoying the feel of her hard nipples 
on my chest and her little prick squirming in my pubic 
hair.

After a bit she wiggled pushed herself up, kissed me 
and sighed, "Wonderful, that was wonderful."

"You done?" I asked, holding her at the hips, eager for 
more.

She nodded. "Aren't you?"

I shook my head. "Just started, Nancy, I've barely 
started."

She blinked and licked her lips, swallowed and said, "I 
think that's enough for today." She bit her lower lip. 
"Well maybe, could I ride you, be on top?"

I slapped her thigh gently. "Of course. This is your 
party; do what you like." I doubt we had been joined 
five minutes, maybe less.

She pushed down on my chest and wiggled herself 
upright, moving to and fro a bit to get comfortable in 
the saddle. She took a deep breath, licked her lips and 
asked, "Do you know how to ride, a horse I mean?"

I shook my head. "Never been on one."

"Pity," she said, "well, you start at a walk which is 
like this sort of." And she began moving up and down, 
gently, just as inch or so. She rocked a bit from side 
to side, her knees in my ribs and heels beside my 
thighs. "That's good, just keep walking. Very nice." 
She closed her eyes and made a noise in her throat.

My hands came up to circle her jutting breasts, 
stroking them gently, shaping them, pulling them out.

"Now we trot," she said, "and we will start with a slow 
trot. This just goes one-two, one-two, like that." And 
she moved up and down on my shaft, maybe three or four 
inches. "Very nice. Now a bit faster. Good, good." Her 
breathing was getting rather loud as she jolted on my 
belly. "A horse can go like this all day."

I held her at the pelvis as she rose and fell on me, 
over and over, helping her up and pushing her down.

"Now let's canter," she said though gritted teeth. 
"This has three beats and a pause and then three again. 
Ready?"

I nodded and she leaned forward, put her hands by my 
ears, her breasts dangling in my face and began moving, 
smacking herself down on me until she came with a cry 
of pleasure and, I guess success. She collapsed atop 
me, sobbing and shaking.

I held her to me, rolled her to her back, rose to push-
up position and started fucking her, fast and furious, 
seeking my own release, my own climax now that she had 
managed two.

I was grunting and she was exhaling with each of my 
deep rams and then she gasped out, still bucking under 
me, "No, stop, don't, I forgot. Don't, don't." 

I stopped, buried in her throbbing pussy. My long, hard 
cock jerked.

"Condom!" she gasped. Her eyes got big, "Condom," she 
said again.

I shook my head. I had not brought one since I figured 
on doing chores for the lady, not humping her.

"Damn!" she said, pushing down and wiggling off my 
horn. She bent over my loins, her hair concealing her 
face, and mouthed the head of my big prick. She licked 
it, sucked it and I came, gasping and spurting. I 
shivered and ejaculated again and she slurped and 
swallowed, one hand on my belly.

When I stopped, she licked it clean and then collapsed 
beside me, breathing hard. She patted my leg. "Well 
done, A plus," she said.

"You satisfied?" I asked, my hand on my churning balls.

"Oh yes. Yes. I've had enough."

"Pity," I said with a chuckle.

"Perhaps if you'd go get some condoms," she said 
looking at me from the corner of her eyes.

"Um," I said, "I hate the things, but as you wish." I 
rolled off the low bed, yanked on my clothes and 
trotted to the nearby drug store, found a package of 
Magnums and hurried back, up the stairs and into the 
apartment, smiling.

She had her shirt on and it was buttoned. "Sorry," she 
said, "changed my mind. I'm sore. I've had enough for 
today."

"Tomorrow?" I asked, hopeful.

She smiled and shook her head, handing me an envelope. 
"Thanks."

"I didn't do anything I can take money for," I said, 
giving it back to her. She just blinked at me.

I went home, my sore prick throbbing. I smiled all the 
way.

END

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