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Team Spirit
Dana Most (no address provided)

***

Despite what she'd told the boys, Miss James was going 
to invite her most valuable student to spend the night, 
so they could explore some mutual fucking. With her 
mouth filled with cock, her smile was only in her mind. 
She imagined a smile, growing and growing, as two cocks 
erupted to fill her up with semen. (Fdom/m+, ped, 
control)

***

Four eighteen-year-old studs, the Middleton College 
Sophomore debating team, were gathered in Room 212 
waiting for the teacher. They were surprised by who 
arrived, surprised by the new teacher, slender, hard-
bodied, barely older than them, with the voice and face 
of an angel. "Hello boys. I'm Ellen James, your new team 
advisor."

"Hi, Miss James. My name is Luis, the team captain. This 
Anglo on my right is Scott; that dude there is Carl, and 
Jeff is the fool coming out of the bathroom." Each of 
the four was failing miserably at hiding inappropriate 
thoughts.

"I looked up your team showings, she said, "and I am 
absolutely sure that this season we will win."

"Are you for real, Ellen;" Luis had a reputation for 
never miss-speaking; calling her by her first name was 
the first step of a plan.

"That'll be MISS James, Luis.

"And what does that question mean, 'Am I for real'?"

"Because if you don't know, we CAN win if we want to. If 
you don't think so you shouldn't be on the team."

"Lady, we're the 'Kidders' here... officially. Don't try 
kidding us. "We not only don't win our debates, we don't 
even get on the scoreboard. We got no training, no 
incentive, and, if the truth be known, we probably don't 
even have the brains."

"You look smart enough to me," she said coyly. And 
punctuated that reply with a smile guaranteed to win 
them over. "Look, here's the list of debates for this 
season." She opened her attaché case on the teacher's 
desk and drew out an impressive sheaf of paperwork. And 
as the four boys crowded around her to see what she had 
brought, Ellen began to feel that she was going to be a 
success with them.

They worked together for the whole hour. First, going 
over the schedule and tossing out ideas for winning 
arguments, then dividing up work assignments to prepare 
for the next meeting. Ellen was exhilarated. "Look boys, 
how about we meet next week at my apartment instead of 
this classroom. We'll all be a lot more comfortable and 
we can get a lot more work done. I've written my address 
and phone number; I want you each to copy it down.

"And... there's one more, very important assignment we 
haven't discussed, that you all should think about. I 
want each one of you to come up with at least one idea 
for how we can improve our team spirit. Is that alright 
with you guys?"

There was a momentary pause and then, shyly each of the 
team members nodded in agreement. "Alright MISS James," 
Luis answered for all of them.

One week later they met at Ellen's apartment. This time 
she was dressed in a sweatshirt and jeans so she looked 
like she belonged with them. "Okay guys. Have you all 
done your research assignments?" And when they all 
seemed to be in agreement, she continued: "Good! So 
let's get started."

Almost everything seemed just right. The research the 
boys had done for Friday night's debate was exhaustive. 
They had some good points to make whichever side they 
had to champion. And the assignments for the next debate 
were agreed to readily. But when Ellen asked the 
question, "So what ideas do we have for improving team 
spirit?", she drew blank expression from all four team 
members.

"Come on, guys, you must have some ideas.

"Don't tell me you haven't thought about it at all."

"I did, Teach," volunteered Carl, "but everything I 
thought about is tired crap." Carl was dark haired, good 
looking, and athletic, as they all were; not what you 
would expect of a team specializing in thought process.

Ellen was sure he did try, and reasonably certain the 
rest of them had tried, but her face betrayed her 
disappointment with the results.

Scott spoke up. He was a Nordic type with a totally 
disarming smile. "You're the only thing that's different 
about our team, Miss James, maybe you can double as the 
team spirit."

Ellen was not amused. "You guys better take this 
seriously and come up with something. We need a good 
attitude if we are going to win."

And she was exactly right, in spite of their good 
preparation they were destroyed at the Friday night 
debate. It was a disconsolate team that showed up at the 
scheduled Tuesday meeting. Ellen was the last to arrive 
and she was bubbling with energy as she met them, 
waiting at her door. Unlocking the door and escorting 
them in, she didn't wait to ask the question, "So what 
do you think happened? And don't give me a line about 
them being better than you.

"And while you're all thinking about that, I'm going to 
change my clothes."

"Change into the right outfit, Teach, and give us 
something outstanding to think about." Luis had a grown-
up sound to his voice as their eyes followed her out of 
the room.

That thought stayed with her as she changed. She wanted 
to inspire them and maybe a little seduction might just 
turn the trick. Without being totally obvious, she 
decided to wear a sports bra under a t-shirt, and 
complement that with running shorts. To finish her 
ensemble she walked back in on the boys, wholesome and 
barefoot.

Four pairs of popping eyes greeted her, accented by four 
sprouting erections. Not a word was said as she sat on 
the floor to look up at them. "Sit, boys, let's see what 
you've got to show me."

Luis was thinking just the opposite, "Let's see what 
you've got to show us," was what was on his mind, and 
even he didn't realize how close that was to the truth. 
Their session was surprisingly good natured in spite of 
the sour note it began with. Lots of good ideas were 
brought out and the team's spirit seemed so positive it 
seemed odd to have to consider that as an issue.

"Okay, fellas. This is all excellent. But what about 
this team attitude thing I assigned you to deal with? 
What ideas have you come up with?" Even as Ellen was 
putting the question out there, her mind was chortling 
with one obvious answer. Two of the boys, Carl and Luis, 
were stretched out on the floor with their heads propped 
up by their arms. 

They might be thinking they looked innocent but Ellen 
could see they were trying to glance up her legs. She 
had purposely omitted putting on panties so it was 
barely possible they were getting flashes of her pubic 
hair. She surprised herself, surprised at how willing 
she was to play up to their schoolboy fantasies, and how 
much it turned her on.

Her question was met with four blank stares... or three 
blank stares and one stare pretending to be blank. 
"Well?" she persisted.

Jeff was the first to stammer "Umm. Miss James, I don't 
know what to say. How do you make 'attitude'? What does 
that mean?"

"Yeah." Supported Carl.

"Me too," chimed in Scott, "how are we supposed to do 
that.

The silence that followed was broken by Luis. "She wants 
us to feel like a team. All of us should be for 'us' and 
not just act as individuals."

Ellen was chronically suspicious of anything Luis said, 
but she had to accept he was right. "Yes, Luis. Do you 
have any ideas?"

He certainly did. "Sure Miss James. Scott said it and 
you shot him down. It's you!"

"Me? What is 'Me'?"

"You should be our Spirit. That'll make us change our 
attitude."

Ellen was clearly not amused by the direction the 
conversation was heading, even if -or maybe because--it 
was paralleling her own ideas. "Okay guys. We're not 
getting anywhere on this question. Maybe you'll do 
better at Friday night's debate. Maybe the next time we 
meet we'll have something to talk about."

Friday's debate was, if anything, worse than the debate 
one week before. And on Tuesday Ellen was already home 
when the boys showed up, once again wearing the same 
revealing outfit. Nothing was said about 'attitude' as 
they went over the research, made new assignments, and 
strategized about next Friday night's debate. 

Everyone understood that another loss would eliminate 
them from the semi-finals so there was no point in 
bringing that up. As they finished the regular 
discussion, four pairs of eyes were focused on Ellen, 
waiting for what she had to say.

"Alright boys. I agree with what Scott and Luis say. 
Just tell me what 'being a Spirit' means.

"And not you, Luis, I want to hear from the other three 
boys."

"What!" objected Luis, "I don't get to tell what I 
think?"

"I already know what you think," hissed Ellen, "you 
think I'm going to be your sex toy."

"Right, Teacher. You must be stupid. Right?"

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

"Two weeks ago you flashed us with your pussy."

When Ellen didn't respond, he let the question hang in 
the air before pushing for the answer. "Am I lying?"

"What?" yelled Ellen, desperately trying to avoid the 
question.

"Two weeks ago me and Carl got a good look at your 
pussy. If you ain't stupid, then you musta known we 
could see and let us look on purpose."

"He's kinda right, Miss James, but it was only a little 
pussy hair."

"Really? Miss James, are they kidding? Did they get a 
look at your pussy?" Jeff was trying to hide an enormous 
erection, painful to keep hidden.

Luis had the final word. "Miss James. Don't lie, please 
don't lie. If you lie we're never gonna be a team. 
Really tell us the truth now. Really!"

That was it. Ellen took a long time before she answered, 
but felt owed them the truth. "Okay, okay.

"They're right. I did give them a look up the leg of my 
shorts.

"I knew they could look if they tried to, and I just let 
them look." There was an even longer pause as she 
thought about what to say next. "I do like things a 
little kinky. Ever since I was thirteen years old.

"But I'm never gonna talk about that."

"So what's next," asked Jeff.

"I don't know," she replied, "What's next Luis? You're 
the one with the plan."

The sudden question surprised Luis, who was imaging his 
schoolteacher being 'kinky'. "What? I don't have a 
plan." But as the group's attention began shifting away 
from him, Luis began again "I have a little fantasy 
that's been in my mind though.

"I thought we could give out points for a debate..." but 
before she had a chance to object he amended, "...a 
debate we win, I mean."

"What kind of points?" Ellen asked, which was met with 
an answerless shrug from Luis. "Does anybody have an 
idea?"

Another silence as they sat on the floor staring at the 
lovely teacher. She was squatting, facing the boys, back 
straight and legs bent as wide open as could be. She was 
a picture, dressed as she was in sweatshirt and shorts, 
dark hair falling straight to her shoulder, framing her 
lovely sweet face; she could have been another eighteen-
year-old except for a look of maturity and intelligence 
which made her all the more desirable.

"How'd they do that? I mean, how'd they see your pussy? 
Did you three get together without us? How?"

When no one else volunteered, Ellen answered. "You were 
here. It was two weeks ago. Right here, and we were 
sitting just as we are now except Carl and Luis were 
stretched out, looking up my legs."

"Can I see?" Scott asked breathlessly.

Ellen considered the request for a full minute. This 
could be, would be, the point of no return. The point 
where she ruined a career begun only weeks before. But 
the thought of where they were going thrilled her; she 
could feel both nipples and her clitoris straining to 
erection as they stared at her, anxiously waiting for an 
answer. Finally, she whispered "I suppose it's only 
fair. You and Jeff...just the two of you...can take a 
look."

Jeff was first. He jumped to his feet, still crouching, 
and bent his head down to peer up her crotch.

"Can you see it?" asked Scott.

"Yeah, I can see some hair. I think. Yeah, I can see her 
pussy hair just a little."

"Here, let me." And Jeff returned to his spot as Scott 
assumed the same position. Luis and Carl were just as 
excited as the boys accepting their treat; their 
excitement visible as four erections strained the pants 
covering their crotches. "Yeah! Damn! That looks so 
sexy."

Ellen just sat there accepting their admiration...until 
her thought struggled to the surface. "You guys do make 
a girl feel good. I can almost see your cocks they're so 
hard."

"Would you like that?" asked Luis, almost salivating at 
the thought. "Do you want to see our cocks?"

She smiled. Thought. And answered in the affirmative. 
"Yeah. Let's see what you got, but don't expect any sex.

"We're not going to do anything. Is that understood?"

"Yeah, sure."

"Yeah."

"Of course."

The four boys scrambled to their feet facing her as they 
opened their flies. "Balls too?" asked Carl.

Ellen laughed out loud. She was on the verge of 
salivating. "Yes. I want to see four sets of cocks and 
balls. Let's see what you got."

Luis was first, and he revealed his cocky reason. A 
seven inch erection, circumcised and well proportioned, 
came out pointing straight at Ellen.

Scott and Jeff revealed together. Scott was a little 
shorter that Luis, but a little larger in circumference. 
Jeff's cock was smaller than Scott's, but nothing to be 
ashamed of. Both cocks were uncircumcised.

Carl was the last, probably on purpose. He had a 
circumcised cock that curved a lot to the left. His cock 
was the largest by far, both in length and in girth. His 
balls were enormous, hanging there, weighing down the 
cock.

Ellen was impressed, struggling to avoid licking her 
lips. All four boys saw the struggle and all four had 
the same thought. The four erections were so stiff it 
almost seemed painful, and they stood out there, 
pointing hopefully at her face. "Don't get your hopes up 
boys. As they say in the Army, this is just a 'short-arm 
inspection."

"Aw, Miss James," pleaded Jeff, just touch them a 
little."

"Hmmm," she replied. "I'll tell you what. The cock that 
stands at attention the longest gets touched--just a 
little--and just with one hand.

"That's it. That's my final offer. And just to make it 
interesting, you'll all stand at attention while we 
discuss debate points and what we give out as prizes." 
She squatted, mesmerized by the four cocks, her voice 
whispering in a monotone. "What's your idea, Luis?"

"My idea," Luis was having trouble concentrating, "It's 
not an idea, really. Just a fantasy.

"I thought we get a certain number of points for each 
match, depending on how big we win, and how good the 
team is that we beat."

"And..." prompted Ellen.

"I got no 'and'," Luis admitted. "That's as much as I 
got."

Two of the cocks were wilting somewhat but they were all 
still clearly erect.

Jeff jumped in. "I have something. You know how...when 
you're on a date, you say you got to 'first base' or 
'second base'."

"Yeah?" answered Carl.

"Well," Jeff continued. "So many points get you to First 
Base and so many get you to 'second' and so on."

"Yeah!" Four voices chorused in unison, as four cocks 
rose again to full erection.

Ellen could see the vote was unanimous, but she needed 
the details. "What are you guys saying? I heard guys 
talking about scoring but I don't exactly know the 
rules.

"What's First Base, for instance?"

Jeff, who was the most well-organized of the group, 
tried to explain. "It's not like we have exact rules, 
y'know. But... It's sorta like First Base is feeling her 
up outside her clothes; maybe a little kissing."

Carl continued. "And Second Base means feeling her up 
inside. . . Maybe also a little peeking."

Jeff chimed in again. "At 'Third base' you take your 
clothes off and maybe some 'dry humping'. And..."

Luis interrupted. "At 'third base' you get a blow job, 
and do..."

"Whoa," from Scott, "I didn't know 'third base'' gets a 
blow job."

"That's the new rules," offered Jeff, "and you can eat 
her out."

"Okay," conceded Scott.

The four cocks were, if anything, more erect than they'd 
ever been; Ellen was admiring their collective stamina. 
"And a 'Home Run', what's that? As if I don't know."

You got it Teach," Luis said with a definite leer in his 
voice. "A 'Home Run' is fucking."

"In the cunt or up the ass," Carl corrected.

"Oh yeah," said Ellen, staring at the four quivering 
cocks. "Up the ass, huh? It doesn't matter what a 'Home 
Run' is, you boys are never going to get there."

"You mean everything else goes? Are you saying 'Yes'?"

"Alright. You boys have a deal. But I decide how many 
points you get... if you get any at all."

"And we divide up the points between us," Luis 
confirmed, "Depending on who scored the most debating 
points. Is that Okay?"

The four boys and the teacher agreed on the plan, and 
Ellen returned her attention to the four erections. 
"Alright, you guys. I guess there's no winner in the 
erection contest." The four boys were about to object 
loudly when Ellen continued. "So I'm declaring it a tie. 
I want each of you to take a turn standing in front of 
me, and I'll give you a little touch and you can put 
your equipment back in your pants."

She was more than fair. Each boy took a turn. Scott was 
first as she reached out, ran the palm of her hand 
softly over his cock head, closed her fingers loosely 
around the shaft, slid her hand the length of the 
offered cock, then caressed the scrotum before opening 
and withdrawing her hand. Scott wanted to cry from sheer 
enjoyment, he thought he would ejaculate but the touch 
was only a little too brief. 

Ellen felt strange urges developing in her vagina, 
growing stronger and closer to a climax with each 
repetition. The ritual was repeated four times; each boy 
received his reward, stuffed stiff cock with swollen 
balls reluctantly back into trousers, and exited the 
apartment, slowly and in reverent silence. 

Alone once again, Ellen thought about the dangers and 
then smiled as she thought about the overwhelming 
sensual rewards. As well as the other rewards; she was 
certain they would win in the match Friday night.

She was right.

"Six points?" Scott was astounded that was all they won, 
without even knowing what a point was worth. "We won!"

"Yes you did," she replied, "But it wasn't a big win and 
they weren't a big team.

"You should be grateful I'm giving you six points."

"So what can we get for six points?" asked Jeff, always 
the practical one.

"Okay. Here's what I decided. First Base costs one 
point, Second Base costs two points, and 'Third Base' 
costs eight points." Ellen was trying to sound like the 
teacher while ignoring the feelings between her legs.

"So... We get, what?" asked Scott.

"You boys figure it out. I'm not the arithmetic 
teacher."

"What's a 'Home Run' cost?" asked Luis, whose mind on 
more distant goals.

"You don't have to worry about that. There's no 'Home 
Run' prizes."

"Let's huddle guys," Carl requested. So the four of them 
put their heads together for a moment.

"Can we save points so we can add them for the next 
match?" asked Jeff.

"No. Use 'em or lose 'em."

They huddled again and Carl announced the verdict. 
"Based on who did what in the debate, Luis and Scott 
each get one point, and me and Jeff get two points 
apiece."

"Okay. Let's conduct our regular business and when we're 
done I'll give out the prizes." More than she cared to 
admit, she wanted to go right to the sex part, but she 
had to keep in mind that she was the teacher. "I'll tell 
you one thing though, I'll take off my brassiere before 
we do the groping. Give the guys on First Base a chance 
to feel my nipples." The growing erections brought a 
smile to her lips.

Everyone wanted to hurry through the preparations for 
the debate. Ellen had mixed feelings about that; they 
were facing a strong team on Friday and they had to be 
well prepared, but she was just as anxious as the boys 
were to get to the team awards.

"Alright," she said after she had changed to her regular 
outfit, "I have three more rules."

"Oh no," the four boys moaned in unison.

"Well that's the way it's going to be," she said in mock 
strictness, "I make the rules and you have the fun.

"The first new rule is: once you pick a spot to fondle 
you can't move your hand."

"They shrugged collectively, accepting the rule as fair.

"Second, if you only get to First Base, either we 
tongue-kiss or you feel me up... but not both."

A little more reluctantly, they accepted that rule too. 
It wasn't so bad, after all, she was telling them 
tongue-kissing was on the agenda.

"And lastly, at Second Base, no penetration. Does 
everyone understand that rule?"

"You mean we can't stick our fingers in your cunt, is 
that what you mean?" asked Carl.

"Or up my ass. That's exactly right. You all got that?"

No one gestured or said anything but Ellen knew the rule 
would be followed.

"Okay. You first, Luis, what do you want to do?"

For his answer, he sidle over so he was facing her and 
in a position to kiss. Then he put his arms around her, 
pressed his lips to her, and began a passionate kiss. 
Ellen didn't know where this was going so her mouth 
remained closed but receptive. As his tongue slid into 
her mouth she responded warmly, it was so good to start 
this way, with a little love instead of adolescent 
groping, and Luis seemed to know what he was doing. 

Her doubts about him melted away as they intertwined 
their tongues. She had a picture of him as a macho brute 
and now her picture was changing; she really could like 
this guy and he really knew how to kiss. As they broke, 
breathless, her eyes were shining in genuine affection 
for this young man. 

"Thank you, Luis," she purred, "that was very good." 
Then after a moment to enjoy, she continued, "alright 
Carl, why don't you go next."

The student grinned as he took Luis' place facing the 
teacher. With a ticket to Second Base he had more 
freedom to roam, and Ellen wondered what she had in 
store. 

It started with a kiss, first with no tongue, and then 
as his tongue extended into her mouth, his hand slid 
under her waistband sliding towards her cunt. She 
welcomed the intrusion, in her mouth, as her tongue 
played with his thick tongue, and in her crotch, as her 
legs spread wider and her juices started flowing.

Carl could feel her warm reception, and it showed by the 
bulge in his pants. His hand fondled her gently, sliding 
back and forth across her vagina, index finger trailing 
slowly through her slit. He thought about the no-
penetration rule and wished his finger could enter; the 
temperature he sensed, in the palm of his hand, seemed, 
oh so, warm, warm and inviting. 

The soft feel of her pubic hair grew wetter and wetter 
as the caress continued, telling Carl, if he had any 
doubts, the welcome of his hand prowling that intimate 
domain. The kiss lasted three minutes as Carl felt he'd 
ascended into heaven. This was grown-up sex, he knew, 
and nothing he'd done before compared with it. 

"Thank you, Ellen," he said softly, as his head moved 
away and his hand slid out of her pants. "I really 
appreciated that."

"You're welcome, Carl," she responded in kind, without 
objection to the intimacy of calling her by her first 
name. "I enjoyed that very much."

"Whew!" she continued, clearly somewhat overwhelmed, 
"Why don't you go next, Jeff." She had a good idea what 
to expect from him. And she was right.

He sat before her, again in the same position as Luis, 
and again he began with a kiss. But the hand that had 
slid down the front of her pants was replaced by a hand 
at her rear. His timing was off too; a tongue intruded 
into her mouth seconds before a finger toyed with her 
anus. Briefly, she thought of breaking to remind him of 
the rules, but let him go on because he was just a 
little boy. 

The boy rubbed a finger up and down between her ass 
cheeks, as his tongue lay, lifeless in her mouth; he 
couldn't keep track of both job sites simultaneously. 
She shifted her position slightly to give him better 
access, and accepted the finger in her anus. Just a 
little. He knew what the rule was and thought he was 
getting away with it. And that was it.

When she broke off without a word, Jeff was the only boy 
who understood. In embarrassment he moved away, his 
posture revealing enough to the other boys to keep their 
questions at bay.

"Scott?" She invited the last student to take his place 
with the awkwardness hanging in the air, cooling both 
ardor and erections.

Scott didn't disappoint her. With a ticket only for 
First Base he imitated the actions of Luis. And the fun 
returned just a little, and they all sensed what Scott 
had done. Ellen looked him full in the face as the kiss 
finally broke. "Thank you, Scott," she said, seeing the 
understanding in his eyes. None of them knew why the 
chill had descended, but they all sensed the return of 
warmth to her voice.

"You're welcome, Miss James."

That signaled the end of the evening, and all of the 
boys, nothing further to add, got up and filed out of 
her apartment. They won the next match against a 
difficult team. Ellen gave them eight points which they 
decided to divide equally; she was happy that the 
relationship was developing at an even pace, it made the 
lovemaking seem all the more natural. Jeff had learned 
something from his awkward performance the week before, 
this time his kiss was more loving and he fondled her 
breast gently.

If they won their next match they'd have a season 
average of sixty-percent; more importantly, they'd be 
playing in the semi-finals.

They won. Ellen was so excited that she awarded them 
sixteen points; if they decided to give all the point to 
just two team members, two boys would sit out and two 
would get to Third Base. It would be the first time 
anyone advanced that far. Scott and Carl got the nod. 
"What are you gonna do, guys?" asked Ellen. "Wait," 
requested Carl. The two winners conferred and came to 
instant agreement. "Can we both do you together?" Scott 
asked. "Do what?" she wanted to know.

"Scott wants a blowjob and I want to eat you out," he 
explained. Ellen thought and nodded in agreement. "How 
about, just so Jeff and Luis don't feel left out, I take 
off my clothes first?" Luis looked at her with a 
quizzical smile, "Are you asking if that's okay with 
us?"

She answered with a huge grin, "I can guess what you 
want. You're right.

"You two can fondle my breasts while I do it with Scott 
and Carl. So tonight everybody gets a treat." With that, 
she pulled her sweatshirt over her head, giving the four 
boys their first view. Her breasts were full, round, and 
self-supporting, with prominent nipples, now erect, in 
dime-sized areolas.

"Oooh!" came a sound whooshing out of Carl. She stood 
up, and slid her shorts down her legs, wiggling her ass 
and sticking her chest out, a good imitation of a 
stripper enjoying the attention. As her shorts hit the 
floor she kicked them away and the sound of "Ta da!" 
could almost be heard. It was staggering, the boys could 
never have imagined they'd see this beautiful teacher 
standing naked, and Ellen had dreamed of the moment 
she'd get to see her four young men.

"Alright guys," she said with authority, "everybody 
takes their clothes off. All their clothes."Then she 
adopted a model-like pose as she excitedly watched the 
disrobing.

Carl finished first and, once again, Ellen admired its 
beauty. He stepped forward, put his arms around her and, 
before she realized, was kissing her in a passionate 
embrace. He thought he'd try to seem suave, but his cool 
was disturbed by fleshed-out reality. He didn't know how 
sensual it would feel to have her bare breasts pressed 
into his bare chest; he didn't know his cock would seek 
out her pussy, press upwards into her slit, and stretch 
out there begging to gain entry. 

Ellen was, nevertheless, impressed, it was a good start 
to some greater sex and she loved the feelings in her 
nipples and in her crotch that the young man's body was 
inspiring. He only let go when Scott asked to take his 
place, and, once again, a young man was surprised by the 
touching, once again Ellen enjoyed the foreplay.

They were ready now, and Ellen lay down in their midst. 
Soon Scott and Carl joined her, both upright, Scott with 
his cock pointing to her face, and Carl with his head 
between her legs. She turned to her side facing Scott's 
cock as Carl rolled slightly to keep up with her. 

Scott could feel her breath as she blew gently, the 
length of his cock and then his balls. Her lips touched 
slightly to the tip, her tongue extended slightly, 
probed the opening, and slid down underneath to his 
balls. Now her tongue extended all the way as it 
caressed his left testicle before sliding over to caress 
the other. He could feel her nose on the underside of 
his cock; he could feel her breath on his moistened 
flesh.

In another part of Ellen, Carl was finding his way. This 
was his first; he'd never licked a cunt before, but, 
fortunately for Ellen, he had a natural talent. Her 
pubic hair confused him. He was afraid of swallowing a 
strand or getting it caught in his teeth. So the first 
thing he did was to lick her all around, till the hair 
was pasted out of his way. He'd heard about the 
clitoris, so he fondled it and stroked it with his 
tongue. 

Ellen writhed in pleasure, so he did that a little bit 
more. Next he tried inserting his tongue into her 
vagina, just a little at first as he slid it up and 
down, then deeper as he let the tip of his tongue 
explore the magic chamber entrance.

Luis wasn't fondling Ellen's tits, Jeff had started 
there. Luis was rubbing her belly; his hand starting at 
the underside of her breasts, and travelling to the top 
of her pubis. He whispered in Jeff's ear, "Suck on her 
left tit as you massage her right one. She'll like 
that." She did.

The cock-sucking was well underway. Her right hand, 
still fondling his scrotum, held cock to her mouth 
sliding in and out. Her left arm pinned beneath her, 
only one hand was free for love. Tongue making love as 
it caressed cock, purring sounds of contentment flowed 
over it. For Carl it was pleasure doubled and redoubled. 

The sensations in his groin beyond anything he'd yet 
imagined. Ellen knew just the way to handle him for 
pleasure to surge to great peaks. Thrills ran through 
him. His breath was cresting in waves. And it was all 
from Miss James, the unimaginably unattainable!

Every little while, she'd let teeth drag across his 
member as mouth finished up an outstroke; then withdraw 
all the way, teeth scraping right past his cockhead. 
Pleasure and pain, sweet and sour, contrast that made 
loving exquisite. She'd tilt her head so the teeth would 
scrape the sides, then tongue and lips would slide up 
and down, sometimes firmly, sometimes lightly, before 
head would tilt back and mouth press on the top and 
bottom. Her cheeks would hollow as, more and more often, 
she'd suck while her mouth did its outstroke. 

Then, without lessening the pressure, dragon-like air 
would come streaming from her nose and chill his cock, 
as her head pushed forward for cock in-stroke. Her 
tongue and mouth squeezed his cock as she pumped 
forward, her cheeks and tongue tugged on his cock as she 
pumped out. For Ellen the pleasure was in the giving. To 
satisfy a man and give him pleasure, not because he was 
superior, but because he was equal and she could share, 
that gave her mounting satisfaction. 

Luis' hand was roaming further now, caressing a breast 
when Jeff would release it, rubbing belly and side and 
scratching fingers in her pubic hair. He'd rub her 
buttocks when he wanted to, and let a finger diddle her 
anus. He whispered something to Scott.

Carl was loving her cunt. His tongue was in and out, in 
and out, massaging her clit, then tickling the folds of 
her lips. Ellen felt one, then two fingers enter her, 
they'd work with the tongue to add pressure from inside 
and outside; they'd plunge deeply into her, stroking in 
and out, inspiring deeper and deeper breathing. 

Carl too, was feeling pleasure because of the gift he 
was giving. He could tell the quality of his gift from 
her writhing and twisting and moaning; he could feel, 
for his artistic, creative self, just how much enjoyment 
he was bestowing. He cared about her, not just because 
he liked her quirky sense of humor, but also she was his 
teacher and she was letting him bestow pleasure, oh so 
personally. 

Ellen was receiving this gift on one end, and gifting 
Scott at the other. But they were all one. The young man 
extending from the cock in her mouth, was one with the 
mouth extending into man at her cunt; just as surely 
connected to, and one with, the hands and mouth at her 
breast, one with hands, roaming, and pleasuring the rest 
of her body. All five of them, cresting until it filled 
the room, for one all-consuming reach towards an orgasm.

Then something new was added, she was glad he thought of 
it; a wet finger began to wiggle its way into her anus. 
Fingers and tongue, stroking in and out of her cunt, 
joined with a finger stroking in and out of her ass. She 
was beginning to lose it now. She was having difficulty 
concentrating on the blowjob.

Both of them, Ellen and Scott, were gasping on the 
verge. The timing seemed close to perfect as her 
attention to mouth's cock began to wander. She increased 
the tempo as she felt tremors in her mouth. She was 
crying out now, "Oh. Oooh... Oh. That's perfect. 
Please... please... keep that up."

From Scott, "Oh Ellen! Oh. Oh-oh! OH GOD, this is 
fantastic!"

Jeff increased the pressure, sucking on her tit, as Luis 
pushed down, pushing down and down on her belly. And 
they did it. Two orgasms exploding forth together. 
Ellen's mouth filled with cream as her juice overflowed 
into Carl. Two bodies, totally spent, resolved 
themselves into heavy breathing.

The five of them lay there, parts of boys bodies resting 
on parts of hers, until Ellen finally broke the spell by 
speaking. "Okay. That was fun. A lot of fun. But 
everybody get dressed now. She finished ominously, "I 
have something to say. But I'll tell you after you get 
dressed."

That sounded, definitely ominous. 

While Ellen went to her bedroom to put on a robe, the 
four boys reluctantly got dressed. "I have an amendment 
to the rules," she announced, "It comes in the form of 
'I got some good news and some bad news.'"

"Bad news first," requested Luis, as nominal leader of 
the pack.

"The bad news," began Ellen, "is that there's no more 
sex during the semi-finals."

"Shit!" jumped in Scott, "That's gonna ruin our team 
spirit."

"Yeah!" said Carl and Jeff together.

Luis remained silent, sure that the good news was going 
to solve that problem. "And?" he finally asked. "And the 
good news is that, if we win the championship you're 
each going to earn a Home Run."

They considered that, all with long faces, though Luis 
knew Ellen had more.

"And?" he asked again.

"And if you don't win, you all get to go to Third Base!" 
said Ellen triumphantly.

"You got a deal!" said Luis, speaking for the team.

There were eight teams in the semi-finals, three more 
debates before it came down to one winner. Before the 
first debate, she'd be stopped by various instructors in 
the hall, congratulating her for making it this far. 
After they won that, the chairman of the department 
stopped by her class to wish her well, and urging her 
not to worry because making it to the final match was 
proof of her good coaching. On the evening of the final 
debate they had their first real audience; half of the 
department showed up to cheer them on.

It wasn't an easy match, the judges were clearly 
struggling, but after a half-hour in a huddle, they 
announced the winner. Her team had won the championship!

But her celebration plans were cancelled, rather, 
postponed for the plans of those who didn't know. 
Scott's father was there, elated and anxious to invite 
them all out for a party. Drinking and singing, laughing 
far into the night. No one noticed the stars weren't 
shining, no one cared they wanted to be elsewhere. Ellen 
got them alone for a moment, to tell them where to be on 
Tuesday, on Tuesday she'd deliver on her promise.

So, at the appointed hour, four young men showed up at 
her door, and Ellen, dressed in her usual sweats, 
invited them in and served tea so they could finally get 
to know each other.

"Is this going to be the last time?" The question didn't 
surprise her, just as she expected it'd come from Luis.

"I don't know, we five will have to take it as it comes.

"I suppose by now, we have to assume we're friends, and 
I won't turn friends away if they come knocking at my 
door."

"Knocking at your door?" said Jeff, drooling with sexual 
innuendo.

Before Ellen could reply, Scott jumped in to put Jeff in 
his place.

"Don't do that, Jeff. We're men now, and too old to play 
stupid word games. You're insulting her."

"I'm not!" he whined defensively, "Am I, Miss James?"

"You are. Scott is right.

"I'll tell you, Jeff, at first you bothered me a little 
with the ass thing, but later I sensed that you weren't 
a bad guy, you just had a little boy's attitudes about 
sex.

"So, bottom line, I've started to like you but you're 
going to have to develop and grow like your other three 
friends."

To his credit, he didn't say anything. He sat there with 
head bowed and nodding because he couldn't look her in 
her face.

"They asked me to coach the Varsity team," Ellen 
continued, "But I'm gonna have to come up with some real 
coaching 'cause I'm scared to do something like this 
again.

"You're all going to be invited to the team, by the way. 
So what we have is going to have to stay our secret. 
Right?"

"Of course!" from Scott.

"Yes." From Luis.

Jeff nodded his head.

Carl looked at her, then reached over and kissed her 
lightly on the lips--which she accepted sweetly -- and 
told her they'd always be her protector.

"Okay!" she brightly said, "Let's get started."

"Any new rules?" asked Carl.

She thought a moment. "I don't want any ass-fucking. I 
thought about that and it doesn't appeal to me. At 
least, not now... not tonight.

"Okay, Jeff?"

Jeff looked up. His eyes were a little moist. "Okay."

"So that's it. Luis, as the man I trust the most, you 
get to be the director. What do we do next?"

It took a few seconds for Luis to accept the compliment, 
and he chose not to comment on it. "First, you sit where 
you are while we all take off our clothes."

"I anxiously await," she answered. And she sat there and 
enjoyed the show.

"Ellen," requested Luis, "could you stand in the middle 
of the floor?"

When she's taken her place, Luis continued, "Jeff, I 
want you to caress Ellen, give her a helluva kiss, and 
fondle her inside and outside her clothes."

She knew he was giving Jeff another chance, and she 
wanted him to succeed. So when the young man held her 
and started to kiss she gave him maximum encouragement. 
The kiss started indifferently but she guided his tongue 
and lips until it evolved into a sensational one. As his 
hand reached into her sports brassiere, she guided it 
fondled it from outside her shirt as Jeff started 
getting the idea. 

His hand slid under the waistband of her shorts and she 
her hand pressed down to mold it into the precise place. 
He hugged her, she hugged him, he fondled her and she 
fondled him, and Jeff's lesson in groping earned him a 
nine-point-five.

"Okay Jeff, excellent, now Carl, you move in and take 
his place."

This time she let the student fly solo. It was a 
wonderful kiss, and the fondling of her breasts, her 
ass, and her cunt, were completely juicy proceedings.

"Good! Carl step back. Scott step in. Completely remove 
her clothes." Luis had a humor in his voice that she's 
never heard before, and she was happy she had given him 
the assignment.

First, her sweatshirt was slowly pulled up over her 
head. Then her brassiere was manipulated upwards with an 
unnecessary amount of touching of her breasts. Finally, 
her shorts began to be pulled downward, first with Scott 
behind her, and a tongue probing her anus. Then Scott 
frog-walked in front to complete the job. 

Ellen was looking straight ahead but she could feel his 
warm breath spreading over her crotch. Just as her pants 
reached the floor, and she had to step out of them, she 
felt a tongue in her vagina and fingers pleasuring 
between her buttocks.

Now she gave an order. "Thank you Scott, I'll get back 
to you.

"Luis come over here and stand in front of me," she 
commanded.

"Yes Miss James."

And now she put her arms around him and squeezed their 
bodies together. Her tongue extended into his mouth and 
wrestled excitingly with his. One hand quickly went to 
his cock, squeezing it and sliding up and down, while 
the other hand dropped to his backside and a finger 
rubbed sensuously round his asshole.

"That will be all, Luis, you can pick up your cock and 
return to your seat!"

"Yes Miss James. Uhmmm, Miss James?"

"Yes, Luis?"

"Miss James, how do you want your sex? Will you be 
giving the class an outline?

"Yes Luis, I'm glad you asked. Two of you will begin 
when I get down on my knees. I want one of you behind 
fucking me doggy-style, while the other kneels in front, 
to stick his cock in my mouth."

"Do you understand the assignment?"

"Yes ma'am!" four voices chorused. And as she got down 
on all fours, Jeff moved in front as Carl took his place 
at her rear.

Ellen's fabulous mouth sucked and toyed with Jeff's 
straining cock, which began this trip on the verge of 
ejaculation. While Carl's talented cock pistoned in and 
out of a wonderful cunt, lying under a curvaceous ass, 
his finger played around at her anus. Jeff's hips, more 
carefully, pushed and pulled on a cock being sucked in a 
womb; he was the first to come as Ellen's mouth hung 
onto his cock as she swallowed spurting jism. 

A moment later, Carl let go. Both young men collapsed, 
Jeff sprawling out on the floor as Carl fell over onto 
Ellen. Heavy breathing, sloppy liquids, and cocks 
withdrawing from their pleasures; her talented students 
were exhausted, gasping for breath, happy beyond 
reasonable measure.

When they finally rose from the floor, Ellen gave her 
last set of orders. "The next act will consist of: me 
lying on my back on the sectional, with Scott fucking 
and me sucking, Luis, who'll be straddling my chest with 
his cock in my mouth.

"That will conclude the evening's entertainment. But 
don't look sad," as she saw faces that did look that 
way, "they'll be lovely parting gifts.

She paused a moment to catch her breath, and then 
continued "I don't know if we'll continue to have sex, 
though you'll each be free to drop by, whenever you need 
a friend. But each of you will be leaving with one 
ticket for each sex act you've missed tonight, 
redeemable at your convenience."

As she took her place on the couch, lying on her back 
with her feet planted squarely on the floor, Scott 
eagerly took his place, guided by his erection, which he 
slid into place up her wet cunt. Luis, obeying 
instructions, straddled her chest, her arms outside his 
knees, which were tucked into her armpits. He leaned 
forward and carefully slid his erection into her mouth, 
as her hands came round to his hips so she could push or 
pull on him when she wanted.

Scott began his in and out as soon as the three were in 
place -- a slow rhythm. Ellen's tongue fondled the cock 
as she pulled Luis forward, then trailed along the 
underside, pausing to play with the knob on the end, as 
she pushed back to make the cock outstroke. This was the 
way she liked blowjobs, with the woman in control. 

She liked to use her tongue, her cheeks, her teeth, and 
all of her mouth, to give the man satisfaction. 
Controlling the buildup of tension, slowing, pumping 
faster, teeth nipping, tongue caressing, diddling the 
cock with the tip of her tongue; all the moves of a sex 
act to make the orgasm finally hers.

Luis' growing excitement was proof he went along with 
her. Scott, in and out, was grunting as he approached 
the explosion he was going for, but Luis would rather be 
under her control so he'd know it was her doing the 
giving. That was what sex acts were for, not for 
masturbation, but so each partner could show how special 
the other was, to be deserving of such personal 
attention. 

Both of the men were approaching a perfect orgasm, while 
Ellen must take her satisfaction as the giver. She was 
thinking about that; thinking about how much more of an 
art her blowjob was, compared to the man's simple 
fucking. She wanted to fuck, using the muscles in her 
vagina along with her hips and her loins. She wanted the 
man playing her like an instrument, not using her as a 
receptacle. She wanted to pleasure him, to bring him to 
orgasm, while she brought herself past her peak.

Despite what she'd told the boys, she was going to 
invite Luis to spend the night, so they could explore 
some mutual fucking. With her mouth filled with cock, 
her smile was only in her mind. She imagined a smile, 
growing and growing, as two cocks erupted to fill her up 
with semen.

END

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story
is meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything
in real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in
"real life" can look forward to many unproductive
years getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in
their local prison system.
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