Friday afternoon couldn't have come too soon for the students of Peterson High
School. It was the first week of June and they had less than two weeks to go
until graduation. For Michael Rossi and Bobby Williams, it meant that in ten
short days they would finish their years at Peterson and move onto bigger and
better things. In Bobby's case it was a football scholarship at State, and for
Mike Rossi a chance to study Industrial Arts at Brookfield U. "I thought that
English Lit class would never end." Bobby said as they headed for the bus stop on
the corner. "I just can't seem to understand Hamlet, they speak so funny. You
never know what they're talking about." "Well you better figure it out real
quick." Mike said to his longtime pal. "Cause Old Man Winters is a bug on
Shakespeare, and Hamlet is supposed to be his favorite. You know he's going to
put it on the final." "Shit," Bobby groaned. "I'm screwed then. I even got those
Monarch Notes, but they still didn't help." "Tell you what," Mike said as he
suddenly stopped. "How bout you take my story notes home over the weekend. Read
then tomorrow and I'll come over Sunday and go over with them with you." "That'd
be great." Bob said, the relief in his voice evident. "What am I ever going to do
without you when I get to State." "Properly fail," Mike joked. "But by then
you'll be someone else's problem." The larger boy joined in the laughter and
slapped Mike on the back. They had been friends since the ninth grade. Even back
then, Bobby had been a jock. Mike on the other hand had been a skinny, pale
little kid who more than earned the title nerd. He was the kind of kid that
always seem to get beat up by the bigger guys. That was until the day Bobby
Williams had come across a Junior about to deposit Mikey in a waste bin after he
had spilled milk on his jacket. Bobby didn't know Mike from Adam, but he'd had a
little brother who used to get picked on by the bigger kids. In fact, since Bobby
was left back in the fifth grade, he was eighteen months older than the rest of
his class. That made his little brother Steve only six months younger than Mike.
From that point on, the two had formed an unlikely friendship. Mike had spent
many a night tutoring Bobby in one subject or other. Bob in turn had helped his
younger friend branch out in other areas that he normally wouldn't have
approached. True, he wasn't about to try out for the football team, but he had
long ago shed his nerd image. At least in appearance. Rummaging through his
knapsack, Mike finally came up with a small red binder and handed it to Bobby.
"Try not to drool on it when you eat." He said as his friend dropped the binder
in his own carry case. "I realize that I'm asking a lot, but I do try to take
care of my study notes." "Funny, Rossi, real funny." Came Bobby's reply. "There
are times I wonder why I kept them from putting you out with the trash." Mike
didn't seem to hear the comeback. His attention seemed to be concentrated on his
knapsack as he sorted through it's contents looking for something. A worried look
flashed across his face as he began to shift through the books and binders a
second time. "Lose something? Bobby inquired. "My sketchbook," Mike replied as he
looked a third time. "It's not here!" "You sure?" "Of course I'm sure," He
answered, a tense anxiousness in his voice. "I've looked three times!" Michael's
great love was drawing, and his sketchbook was his pride. Not that he ever showed
it to anyone. Sure once and a while he would produce a portrait for someone after
he had ripped it from the book, but no one ever saw the book itself. "Hey don't
worry about it, it's just a book. I'll bet it's sitting in your locker or under
your desk in one class or another." Bobby said as he glanced at his watch and saw
that the bus would be there in a few minutes. "Don't worry about it, you'll get
it Monday." The hard angry look he suddenly got from his friend told him he had
said exactly the wrong thing. It was as if after causing a loosing fumble, Mike
had told him football was only a game. "Ok, I'm a thick headed jock and don't
know anything about art." Bobby apologized. "I know you're going to go back and
look for it, do you want me to go back with you?" "Nah, I don't want you to be
late for your job at McDonalds." Mike said, accepting the apology. "You might
need those job skills some day." "It's a good thing you're such a hot shot
artist, cause as a comedian you'd make a great waiter." "There's the bus, get
going!" Mike said as he pointed out the gray bus rounding the corner. "Ok, ok."
Mike said as he grabbed his bag and started to head for the stop. "One of these
days, I really want to see what's in that book." He said after he had gone a few
stops. "My moneys on a dozen or so nudes of Jenny Greene!" Bobby added, making
reference to the girl who was without question, the hottest babe in school. From
the sudden blank look he saw on his friend's face before he turned to run the
last twenty feet, Bobby got the impression he hadn't been far off.

After checking his locker and coming up empty, Mike began to reverse his steps
for his last few periods. The book had been in his bag during his lunch. He'd
done a quick sketch of Timmy Butler playing his sax in the lunchroom. Mike
clearly remembered putting it away after that. Having no luck in the rooms used
for English Literature and Health Science, the brown haired youth headed for the
second floor and American History. Since entering the school, Mike had only
passed one other person in the halls. The dismissal bell on a Friday afternoon
was like the starting gun at the races. Even the Teachers were usually gone by
3:10. With luck, he would find the book fast and make the 3:35 bus. Quickly
moving to his desk in the back of the classroom, Mike lifted the desktop, only to
find it held only a few papers and a spare pencil. He was sure, it had to have
been here. The only other possibility was Music Appreciation, but they'd listened
to a concert tape today and he hadn't even opened his bag in that class. Could
someone have taken the book out of his bag somewhere else.

"Did you lose something?" Asked a voice from the front of the room. Mike whirled
around to find himself faced by Mrs. Koda, his history teacher. Normally, Mike
loved sitting in the back of the room and watching Mrs. Koda teach. It wasn't
that he had such an interest in history, it was that he loved watching her walk
around the room. Arlene Koda was as far from the stereotype school teacher image
as you could get. Standing 5'6", she had long curly red hair that reached down to
below her shoulders. Bright emerald green eyes lit up her face and she had a body
that not even Jenny Greene could match. As on most days, she was dressed rather
conservatively, a plain white blouse and blue skirt. Yet even these plain clothes
couldn't hid the woman beneath. Only in her early thirties, Mike had heard
someone once say that she had come in second runner up in some statewide beauty
contest back when she was in college. If she had come in third, Mike couldn't
imagine what number one and two could've looked like. "Is something wrong Mr.
Rossi?" He heard her ask. Mike suddenly realized that he'd been standing there
for over ten seconds without saying a word. "Er....no," He stuttered.
"I...er....forgot my sketch book somewhere and ....thought I might have left
...it in class." "Oh, then this must be yours." Arlene said as she pulled open
one of her desk draws and pulled out a thick black bound book. "I found it on the
floor in the back of the room when I was cleaning up earlier." Michael went pale
as she lifted the book up and flipped it open to a page near the front. A cold
sweat suddenly ran down his back as she turned a few pages. "I only took a quick
look before to see if there was a name in it." Arlene said as she turned another
page. "I didn't see one, so I just put it away. By Monday, I figured, someone
would've come looking for it." Michael's heart was racing as he slowly walked to
the front of the room. Each time she turned another page, his heart felt like it
skipped a beat. "Oh God," The 17yr old pleaded in a silent prayer. "Please let
her stop." "This is really excellent work. I have to say I'm impressed." Arlene
continued as she admired one particular drawing. "I can see why you'd be worried
that you lost this book." "Yeh," Mike replied, trying so very hard to be cool as
he reached out for the book. "In fact, I'm surprised you haven't submitted any of
this work to the Peterson Quarterly or the Yearbook. I'm the faculty advisor for
both you know." She went on as she flipped a dozen or so more pages, scanning the
last half of his work. "In fact I.........." Her voice suddenly fell silent as
she flipped back to a page she had just flew past. From the look on her face,
Mike knew he was busted. He suddenly felt dizzy and was afraid he was about to
faint. "Oh my........" He dimly heard Mrs. Koda say as she turned a few more
pages. She paused for a second, a look of disbelief on her face. Then she turned
another page. "Oh my Lord!" She exclaimed, this time much louder. With that,
Michael did faint.

Michael's first sensation of consciousness was the smell of flowers. Even before
he opened his eyes, the sweet scent filled his nostrils. When his eyes did open,
they quickly focused on the soft full breasts pressing against the white blouse
of the woman leaning over him. He was laying on a couch in a large room he
recognized as the Teacher's Lounge. "I'm glad to see you're back with us, Mr.
Rossi." Mrs. Koda said when she noticed his open eyes. "I was beginning to wonder
if I was wrong in not calling the paramedics." "No,...I'm ok....." Mike mumbled
as he shook his head to clear it. As he sat up he saw the thick black book
sitting on the coffee table. In a cold numbing clarity, he remembered what had
happened. Hesitantly, he sat up and tried to think of something to say.

"I'm really sorry about all this....." He said. "I should think so," Mrs. Koda
replied. "I really can't even express how shocked I am by the drawings in that
book. Or how surprised I am that a young man of your scholastic ability could
have created them." With that she flipped open the book and turned to the
offending pages. Spread out across ten sheets were a dozen or more sketches of a
man and woman engaged in various sexual acts. Some of the figures were generic,
but more often than not, the male figure was Michael himself. Arlene turned past
the assorted drawings, stopping at a closeup of a woman performing fellatio. She
could've been mistaken about the other depictions, but there was no doubt that
the likeness in the closeup was her own. "These drawings are enough to get you
expelled, you know that, don't you?" She asked Michael. Michael merely nodded,
too stunned at the idea to say anything. "And that, I think would be a real
shame. I'd hate to be the cause of your loosing your scholarship." Michael's eyes
followed the Teacher across the room, for once his attention riveted on her words
instead of the sway of her ass. She still had the book in her hands, glancing
down at his creations as she spoke. "But I do have a responsibility as a Teacher
in this school to maintain discipline and order. I just can't let an incident
like this go unacknowledged." A dozen possible repercussions of his stupidity
flashed through Michael's mind. His parent's reaction if he were expelled, the
loss of his chance to go to Brookfield. In half of them, he saw himself needed
those job skills he jokingly suggested Bob might need. "It would be different if
these were just simple nudes." Arlene continued. "I could just dismiss them as
art with a poor choice of subject. Yet as hard as I try, I can't classify
drawings like these as anything but pornographic." "I don't have to worry about
getting a job at the McDonald's" Michael thought as he saw his future flush down
a toilet. "My father is simply going to kill me and be done with it. How is he
going to explain to his friends and business associates that his son got kicked
out of school for drawing porno pictures of one of his Teachers." "Still, a
decision that will have such a strong effect on your future shouldn't be made in
haste." Michael heard Mrs. Koda say, snapping his attention back to her. "And
since if anyone is the offended party in this matter, it's myself, or am I wrong
in concluding that I'm the subject of these images?" Michael shook his head no.
"Well then, as the offended party it's up to me to decide what action should be
taken," She concluded. "I've decided to sleep on it over the weekend and come to
a decision by Monday." With a loud bang, she slammed the book shut. "You may go."
She said. "I'll see you Monday morning." Michael was on his feet in a flash and
headed for the door, his hands still shaking. He was about to disappear down the
hall when Mrs. Koda called after him with a final question. "Can I assume that no
one else has seen the contents of this book? She asked. "No, Ma'am. I mean, Yes,
Ma'am. No one ever sees that book but me." He answered quickly. "Good, very
good!" Arlene said, a smile on her face. With that, Michael turned and ran down
the stairs and out of the building as fast as he could.

Michael slept very little Friday night and was listless all day Saturday. He felt
like a condemned convict, waiting for the ax to fall. Better if Mrs. Koda had
simply decided yesterday, at least he wouldn't have to suffer through this
terrible waiting. Then he reminded himself that as long as she hadn't rendered
her decision, there was still a chance he could find a way out of this mess. It
had barely been twenty-four hours and he was already a nervous wreck. What would
he be like by Monday morning? All afternoon he ran errands, trying to keep his
mind off the impending decision. His Mother had commented on his sudden
moodiness, but his father had told her not to worry about it. The boy probably
has a girl on his mind. Little did his father know how true that was. Getting
home about 6:30, Michael sat down to a late supper with his family. He wasn't
really hungry, but skipping it would cause too many questions. He wasn't really
paying any attention to the table talk until his Mother remarked that one of his
teachers had called today. "One of my teachers called?" Michael asked as his eyes
lit up. "Which one?" "Well I didn't take the call, Cindy did." His Mother
replied. "Who called?" He asked his little sister. "Mrs. Kodak or something like
that" She replied, still stuffing her face with stuffing. "Koda?" Mike asked.
"Yeh, that was it." The twelve year old said. "She said something about some book
she found in school that belonged to you." "What exactly did she say/" Michael
questioned his sister, his face turning cold and pale. "Just that she found some
book of yours and that if you wanted to pick it up you could stop over her house
and get it." "Anything else?" "Just that her husband and her were going out at
07:30 and it would have to be before then." "07:30!" Michael exclaimed as he
looked up at the kitchen clock, it was already 5 after. "Why didn't you tell me
before?" "So I forgot," Cindy replied. "Big deal, you'll get it tomorrow. I left
the address over on the bulletin board." Michael jumped up from the table and
quickly found the note pinned to the corkboard. It was an address in the Pinedale
section. That was at least a twenty minute drive. "Dad, can I borrow the car?" He
asked his father as he reached for the spare keys in the hook below the board. "I
might still be able to catch them." "I can't see whats all so important that you
need to rush over there?" His father said as he too noted the time. "Its my
sketch book..." Michael began to say. "No wonder you've been so depressed." His
Mother interrupted. "John...." She said as she turned to her husband. "All right,
" John Rossi gave in. "But I don't want you speeding over there. I know that book
is important to you but it's not worth getting into an accident for." "Thanks
Dad!" Michael exclaimed as he bolted out the kitchen door.

Michael's heart dropped a little more as he watched the dashboard clock click off
each new minute. He'd been stuck in this traffic jam on Main St for nearly a half
hour and the bright green digits now read 08:05. By now, Mr. and Mrs. Koda were
long gone, and with them any chance of his retrieving his sketch book and his
future. By tomorrow she might've had a change of heart. Maybe she would mention
it to her husband and he would be so outraged that he would demand she take some
punitive action against the offender. Either way it meant another sleepless
night. By 08:15 he had cleared the traffic and was now only 5 minutes from the
Koda house. He decided to still head there and at least leave an apologetic note.
Maybe that would help. Stopping to use a pay phone, he told his Mom that he had
been delayed by the traffic and that he was going to take the car over to Bob's
house if that was ok with Dad. 6 minutes later he was pulling up in front of the
Koda house.

The house was big, twice the size of the one Michael had grown up in. A carefully
kept lawn and an endless row of flowers showed the work of professional
landscapers. Thinking of all the hot Saturday afternoons he had spent with a
mower, Michael felt a tinge of envy of someone who could afford to pay to have
that done for them. A car was parked in front of a two car garage, a new 95
Lexus. Michael wondered how a teacher could afford a house like this, then he
remembered someone once saying that she was married to some kind of surgeon.
"Great, nice to know her husband has easy access to sharp knives." Michael said
as he walked up the pathway.

Michael had reached the large front door when he suddenly realized that he didn't
have anything to write a note on . Searching his pockets, he could only come up
with a dry cleaning receipt. A message scribbled on the back of that wouldn't
exactly leave the type of impression he wanted. From the street, he had noticed a
few lights on throughout the house. It could just be part of an alarm system, but
if he was really lucky, maybe they had a maid or someone at home he could let
know he had stopped by. Brushing back his hair and straightening his clothes,
Michael rang the bell. A few minutes passed and there was no response. He tried
it again and was about to give it up and head home when he heard footsteps
approaching the door. The door swung open and Michael was rendered speechless.
The woman standing there bore only a superficial resemblance to the teacher he
knew. The long red hair that was normally pinned back and hidden had been styled
into a intricate design. Normally she wore a very subdued pink lipstick, now it
was bright red. As red as her lips was the cocktail dress she wore, the plunging
neckline of which gave him a delightful view of the breasts he had so fantasized
about. In fact, so taken was he by just the sight of those soft, white globes, he
didn't immediately notice the imprint of her nipples against the thin material of
the dress. It was obvious that she wasn't wearing a bra. "Mrs. Koda?" Michael
finally stammered out. "Michael," She answered somewhat embarished. "I didn't
really expect you this late." "I'm sorry," He said. "I didn't the message until
very late, then I got stuck in traffic. I was just going to leave a note then I
realized that I didn't have anything to write on." "Very well, as long as you are
here, you might as well come in." She said in a voice that said this hadn't been
her first disappointment of the evening. "You have a beautiful house." He said as
he walked from the foyer into a large living room. Everything about the house
said money. "Thank you, but I had nothing to do it." She replied as she walked
over to a desk on the far side of the room. "My husband had it decorated by
professionals, and its cleaned by a maid. Its just another trophy to his
success." Immediately, Michael knew he had hit on a sore point right out of the
box. Not a good thing to do with someone who help your fate in her hands. A large
11 x 14 photo on the wall caught Michael's attention. It was of the finalists in
a beauty pageant The stories had been true. The third runner up was obviously a
younger Arlene Koda. To Michael, she had it all over the winner and runner-up.
What could have those judges been thinking? "That's another one of my husband's
trophy." Arlene said from behind him. "Miss Mayfield County - 1983." Michael did
understand at first, then he realized that she was referring to herself as the
trophy, not the photograph. "You were beautiful." Michael observed, then added a
few seconds later. "I mean not that I don't think you're still beautiful now...I
mean..." "That's ok," She said as she turned and headed to a large chair and sat
down. "I'll take it as the compliment it was intended to be." Michael flushed, it
seemed everytime he opened his mouth he put his foot into it. I was having a
drink," She said as she filled up a glass that was resting in the end table next
to the chair. "Would you like one?" "Err sure...." Michael said as he walked over
and took a seat on the couch on the other side of the end table. "I guess you're
a little surprised at seeing me like this." She said as she handle him a glass of
wine. "My life at school is very different from the life I live at home. Its
almost like I become a different person when I walk through those school doors."
Sitting this close to her, Michael quickly realized that the drink she had just
poured was far from her first this evening. "At home I'm just supposed to be the
beautiful wife of Doctor Alan Fitzgerald, one more monument to his achievements.
I really don't have to do anything but supervise the maid and other servants and
look good for guests." "I thought your name was Koda, " Michael interrupted. "but
you said your husband's name is Fitzgerald." "Koda was my maiden name, I decided
to keep it as far as my teaching credentials went." She answered. "I was a
teacher before I was a wife, it was something I wasn't going to let just slip
away. He wasn't too happy about that, let me tell you." This was getting all too
deep for Michael. Why did she suddenly feel the need to unload her problems on
him. Don't all these rich people have psychiatrists to help them with their
problems. He wished she would just give him back his book and he could get out of
here. "But that's all going to change now, I won't be teaching after the end of
this year." She said. Suddenly she again had Michael's attention. "A few of
Alan's colleagues suggested to him the other day that it was inappropriate for
the wife of the new head of surgery at Saint Mathews to be wasting her time
teaching. There were far too many important social activities that went with his
new position that she should be attending to. So just like that, my teaching
career is history." "Couldn't you have worked out some sort of compromise?"
Michael asked, surprised that he was actually interested. "You don't compromise
with Dr. Alan Fitzgerald III." Arlene answered sarcastically. "He commands and
like the word from on high the little people scurry to obey." "Position is
everything to him," She continued. "I once asked him for a divorce since it was
obvious that he never really loved me. He only said that it wouldn't look good
and it was out of the question." Michael listened and watched in amazement as she
finished her drink and poured another. She was obvious now feeling the effects of
the alcohol. "You know, I could deal with it if he was screwing one of his
nurses. That I could fight against." She said unexpectedly. "But his only
mistress is his fame." Michael almost dropped his drink upon hearing her remark.
Never could he have imagined his teacher using the word 'screw'. "But I'm really
wasting your time with all this, aren't I" She said as she put down the glass,
now half empty. "What you came here for was your sketch book, not to listen to my
problems." With that she produced the book from alongside the arm of the chair.
It was obvious that she must've been looking at it prior to his arrival. "I guess
I was a little hard on you over this yesterday. Sometimes I get a little too
wrapped up in my 'teacher mode'." She said as she flipped through the pages.
"Well I guess maybe I deserved some of it." Michael said, trying to sound
contrite. "I made much too much of it all." She said as she once again scanned
the offending pages. "If anything, maybe I should've been flattered by it."
Michael couldn't believe what he was hearing but he wasn't about to contradict
her. Not at least until he had the book and was out of here. "I think it's been a
long time since anyone's though of me like this." She said as she looked down at
drawings of her engaged in various sexual activities. Michael opened his mouth to
say something, then decided that silence was really golden. Better to just let
her go on, since she showed no indication of stopping anyway. "I have to say
though, with the only view of me you ever saw being that of the schoolteacher,
you did a really great job with these sketches." Her reference to her school
outfits made the youth suddenly realize that he had been staring at her breasts
all the time they'd been sitting there. Luckily she hadn't seem to notice. "Of
course my nipples are much bigger in real life." She said so casually that Mike
did a double take. "And I don't have a bush like that. I keep it nice and trim.
But of course you had no way of knowing that." "Err, maybe I should leave before
your husband gets back." Michael suggested, hoping she would take the suggestion
and let him leave with the book. "Oh don't worry about him," She said, dismissing
the idea with a wave of her hand. "He's attending a dinner in his honor at the
club. That's where I'm supposed to be by the way. But after the fight we had
before leaving, the one where he put his pronouncement on the end of my teaching
career. He decided that I could stay home. I can see him there now, telling
people that I had to stay home with a headache." "One thing I am curious about."
She said, "And I really like to satisfy my curiosity about it before you leave."
"Sure anything." Michael replied quickly, his hopes rising when she mentioned his
leaving. "I've noticed that in all the drawings, you've depicted yourself as
rather well endowed." She said. "And I'm curious as to whether that's a true to
life depiction or just wishful thinking." "What? Michael asked. "You want to know
if I really look like that naked?"

"Yes, exactly right!" She said with a smile. "Well, yeh, that's what I look like.
I only make something up in my drawing if I don't know what it really looks
like." He said, hopeful that would satisfy her and he would be out of here with
his book in a few minutes. With all the trouble that book had caused him, he was
now thinking of burning it. "Please don't take offense," Arlene said. "But its
been my experience that young men tend to exaggerate in this area. I afraid I'm
going to have to have more concrete proof than just your say so." "Like what?"
"Well they say seeing is believing." The Teacher replied. "You want me to drop my
pants and show you?" Michael asked. This was getting really weird. "That would
definitely answer the question." She replied. "And after that the book is yours."
"I don't know...." Michael said, he had a funny feeling about this. "Oh come on,"
She said, and then added in a whisper tone. "I promise not to tell anyone if it
turns out to be really small if that what you're worried about." That did it.
Michael knew he had drawn himself true to life and if he didn't do it now she
would think it was because he really was small. Standing up he quickly undid his
belt and pulled down his pants. A moment later his underwear followed. He felt
pretty funny standing there half naked in front of one of his teachers - his cock
hanging in the wind so to speak. Mrs. Koda seemed to be studying his organ with
great interest. Finally she spoke. "I don't know, it seems to be somewhat smaller
than the sketches." She noted. "But then again it is only semi-erect and you've
drawn it in the throngs of passion." "Jeez," Michael thought, "What am I going to
have to do now, jerk it off until it's hard." No sooner had that thought appeared
in Michael head when Arlene reached out with her long manicured fingers and began
to do just that. Michael was dumbfounded. The salty language had been one thing,
but he couldn't believe that his teacher was masturbating him. Totally excited by
her touch, it didn't take more than a half dozen stokes for Michael to reach his
full hardness. Mrs. Koda stopped and looked at his boyhood tool with a look of
satisfaction. "Well I guess you were telling the truth after all." She said. "It
is as big as you've drawn it." "Great," Michael thought triumphantly. "Now I'm
out if here!" "Of course, now what kind of hostess would I be if I let you go out
in such a state, all agitated like that." Arlene remarked as she took a long
close look at his stiff dick. "You might attack the first young girl you see out
of uncontrollable lust!" "What is she talking about?" Michael thought as he
looked down at her. "I guess I'll just have to do something about it myself." She
concluded. Before the impact of what she said could even register, Arlene leaned
forward and took his hard cock into her mouth.

"Oh Shit!" Michael exclaimed as he felt the warm softness engulf his cock. This
had to be a dream, any second he would wake up and find himself in his own bed.
That thought lasted only a few seconds as his mind turned to the ripples of
delight produced by his Teacher's skillful tongue. If anything, his cock had
grown even harder as he looked down and watched those soft red lips he had seen
day after day in class now slide up and down his manhood. Michael quickly
dismissed any thought of trying to stop Arlene. A few minutes before, he had felt
guilty about not walking out when she had asked to see his cock, then even
guiltier when she had jerked him off. It was, he told himself, the result of her
having had too much to drink. But now, with the woman he had fantasized about all
year on her knees in front of him, Michael couldn't think of anything except how
good her mouth felt. Arlene was a born cocksucker. With a skill that could only
have come from years of practice, she took Michael's seven inches deep into her
throat. Michael had only had three blowjobs before, one from Carol Myers and two
from Cynthia Rodriguez. None of those had felt like this. The wetness of Arlene's
mouth seemed to engulf his entire being. Her tongue was everywhere at once.
Licking up under the crown, tickling the sensitive area beneath his balls,
massaging the sides of his cock as she took him all the way into her throat. "Oh
Mrs. Koda...." He moaned. Michael placed his hands against the back of Arlene's
head and began to thrust his cock into her mouth. He had never done this before
but it seemed to excite Mrs. Koda. The pressure on his cock grew and grew until
he knew it would only be a minute or two before he exploded. He wondered if she
would let him come in her mouth, something he had always dreamed of. Or would she
pull away at the last moment. Michael needn't have worried, Arlene had no
intention of letting even a drop of her prize spill to the floor. She continued
to hold his balls with her free hand, delaying his climax. She could feel the
fire building inside him, it felt so good. It had been years since she had really
sucked a cock, her husband viewed it as sometime only the lower classes did.
Finally she released her grip and Arlene felt the first drops of hot cum splatter
against the back of her mouth. Furiously pumping his cock with her hand, she
opened wider and swallowed as much of her student as she could. The salty white
fluid filled her as she closed her eyes and savored the tangy taste. Memories of
years past when she had a dozen different lovers flashed through her mind, and
the different taste each had . Of course that was before she'd become Mrs. Doctor
Perfect. Words couldn't describe the ecstasy Michael felt as his seed burst from
his cock and disappeared into Mrs. Koda's mouth. His legs felt weak, his heart
raced and a cold film of sweat covered his body. Never in his young life had he
had an orgasm this intense. It seemed like it would never end as he erupted a
third and then a fourth time. The last burst as powerful as the first. Finally
the fifth spurt signaled the end as Arlene slowed the motion of her head and
gently began to lick the length of his cock clean. She took a final lick of his
now softening cock and let it slip from her mouth. She looked up at him, a very
satisfied smile on her face. Michael smiled back, unsure what to do next. He felt
incredibly awkward. What do you say to a married woman who had just given you the
most incredible blowjob of your life. "Did you enjoy that?" Arlene said as she
stood up. "Oh yes." Michael said as she reached her full height. "Good." She
purred like a cat who had just finished a saucer of milk. Arlene then pressed her
lips against Michael's, giving him a passionate kiss. The taste of his juices was
still on her lips and when she reached into his mouth with her tongue, he sampled
an even larger measure. Once, in a moment of boyish curiosity, he had tasted his
cum after masturbating - he had hated it. Yet now, he found it highly erotic.
Stepping back from Michael, Arlene took another drink from her glass. She seemed
to ignore Michael now, and he figured it was time to go. It was likely that she
might regret her actions after a while and he'd rather be long gone when she did.
"I supposed that this is going to lead to another set of drawings." She suddenly
said. "No M'am." Michael quickly answered. "Oh?" She replied, a look of
disappointment on her face. "You've grown tired of me already?" No, of course
not!" "Good, so you will draw me again?" "If it makes you happy." Michael said,
torn between a desire to make her happy and get his ass out of there. "Well in
that case, I should make sure that you draw me as I really am!" Arlene said as
she put the now empty glass down.

As Michael watched, she reached up behind her neck and undid the clasp of her
cocktail dress. In a flourish of red, the material fell to the floor, displaying
an impressive set of breasts. Like she had stated earlier, her nipples were
indeed very large, sitting atop wide pink crowns. The size of her breasts also
surprised Michael. Buried beneath the conservative blouses she usually wore to
school, they were in fact an impressive 36D. Even Jenny Greene was only a 34C.
"You can take a closer look if you like." Arlene said as she smiled and ran her
fingers across her tits. "Touch them if you want. In fact, I wouldn't even mind
if you wanted to kiss them." That did it for Michael. Whatever tomorrow brought,
tonight he was going to go for everything he could. He no longer cared if it was
the alcohol or that Mrs. Koda was just incredible horny. All that mattered was
that she obviously wanted him as much as he wanted her. He could already feel his
cock springing back to life. Michael cupped both breasts and moved his mouth to
the closest nipple. He heard Arlene sigh as he took it into his mouth and began
to gently suck it. If it was one thing he had learned from dating Cindy, it was
how to suck a woman's breasts. She used to have him do it for the longest time.
His tongue traced the outline of her aureole as his fingers massaged her other
breast. He could feel the nipple growing harder in his mouth as he covered it
with his warm saliva. He eased Arlene onto the couch and began to kiss and lick
his way across her chest until he came to her other nipple where he repeated his
performance. Arlene just laid back and closed her eyes, a happy smile beaming
across her face. "Mmmm..soft is nice." She murmured. "But I also like it hard. I
want you to fuck me...I want you to fuck me hard!" "Hard?" Michael repeated.
"Yes, I can see it in your drawing that's what you want too." She continued as he
again took a breast in each hand and massaged them. "I want you to fuck me like I
was a cheap slut. Like I was a common whore!" Michael could see the excitement in
her face when she asked to be fucked like a tramp. He'd heard of women who wanted
to be taken as part of a fantasy but never thought Mrs. Koda would be the type.
Deep down it was his most secret fantasy also, that was what his sketches had all
been about. But up to this moment it had all been just that -fantasy. "I've
watched you and all the other boys in my class getting hard in school." She went
on. "I know you all went home and jerked off, thinking what it would be like to
sleep with me. Now's your chance, now's your chance to fuck me! Take me as rough
as you want!" Now totally controlled by the lust which had manifested itself in
his fantasy drawing, Michael wasted no time in fulfilling Mrs. Koda's request.
Lifting her off the couch, He eased her onto the carpeted floor and positioned
her on all fours. Taking a position behind her, Michael stroked his hard cock as
he rubbed his cockhead against Arlene's wet hole. As he rubbed his maleness up
and down the length of her opening, Mrs. Koda pressed her pelvis against his
hardness, inviting him to enter her. "Fuck me!" Arlene cried out as she pressed
against him. "I need you inside me so bad!" With that, Michael thrusted forward
and slid effortlessly inside of her. As wonderful as her mouth had felt around
his cock, it was nothing compared to the tightness that now pressed against his
manhood. This was only his second attempt at intercourse, the first having been
with Cindy. That attempt hadn't gone every well, she had been unable to take him
inside her fully, claiming that it hurt too much to continue. Mrs. Koda on the
other hand was so lubricated already that he slid in and out without effort. He
had seen this position in one of his father's hidden adult films, and decided it
was a lot more fun than the old missionary. With a firm grip on Arlene's hips, he
soon developed a firm rhythm. One which Arlene quickly matched, timing her
gyrations to meet his forward thrusts. The pace quickened and Michael's thrusts
became more savage, each drive seeming to penetrate deeper than the last. He
would slide his rock hardness almost all the way out, then push forward in a
furious thrust until his balls slapped against her. Each time he looked at the
naked woman stretched before him, he thought of the hundreds of times he had
imagined this. The image caused his lust to grow more and more. "Fuck me, fuck
me!" Arlene panted as her sweat covered body quaked in passion. "Fill me with
your cock!" Even thought he had cum only about ten minutes before, Michael knew
he would soon erupt again. This time he didn't have the advantage of Arlene's
skillful hand to delay his orgasm. His own body was also covered with sweat, his
breaths labored under his efforts. Then in an instant of crystal clarity, the
young man had a sudden burst of inspiration. Something he had never really
imagined before, not even in the secret pages of his sketch book. So wet had
Arlene's love canal become and so intense had Michael's thrusts become, he had
slipped out of her more than a few times. He was usually back within her before
she could even notice. This time he pulled out deliberately. In her sexual
ecstasy, it was several seconds before Arlene realized that Michael was no longer
within her. A look of desperation filled her face as she began to turn her head
and look over her shoulder to see what had happened. She was so close to what she
knew would be a truly awesome climax - he couldn't stop now. To her relief,
Michael was already guiding his wonderful cock back to her womanhood. No sooner
had she turned her head forward again, Arlene felt the sudden pressure against
her anus. Realizing what Michael intended, she was suddenly very sober. She
opened her mouth to protest. Arlene got as far as forming an O when her tight
pucker hole parted and Michael's highly lubricated cock filled her. "AAAAAA!" She
yelled as she felt Michael's balls slam against her firm round asscheeks. So cum
covered was his cock that his full length slid in on the very first try. As
suddenly as he had entered her, Michael pulled back and repeated his initial
thrust. To Arlene's relief and surprise, this time didn't hurt as much. By the
fifth or sixth penetration , it was actually beginning to feel good. Lowering her
head to the floor where she could rest on one arm, Arlene reached back between
her legs with the other hand and began to furiously rub herself. She slid three
fingers into her pussy while she rubbed against her button with her thumb. As
tight as Arlene's pussy had been, her ass was unbelievable. Michael never made it
to the tenth stroke as he felt a surge of hot cum erupt from his balls and fill
her ass as he began his ninth. He pulled her buttocks against him, driving as
deep into her as he could. His legs felt rubbery as he felt his energy drain from
his body into his loins. Then from there it passed from his body into hers. Mrs.
Koda lasted a few moments longer. Spurred on her the ministrations of her own
hand, something she'd had long hours of practice at, Arlene pushed herself over
the edge. Her body quaked and bucked like a bitch in heat. She couldn't manage
words, a few animalistic grunts were all that flowed from her. Even in the
movies, Michael had never seen a woman climax like that. It scared him a moment
when he thought she might be having some kind of seizure. Finally, Arlene dropped
to the floor, her energy spent. Feeling a little weak himself and unsure what to
do. Michael dropped down and laid next to her. It was ten minutes before Mrs.
Koda opened her eyes and looked at him. A sudden fear filled him as he looked
into her deep green orbs. Would she suddenly realize how far she had gone and
blame him. What if she called it rape? After all, no matter who started it, he
had forced his way into her ass. Michael needn't had worried. A wide smile beamed
back at him as she leaned over and kissed him lightly. "Thank you." She said
softly. "I should be the one thanking you." Michael answered back, her smile
reflected on his own face.

Michael dressed quickly as Arlene covered herself with a robe. Glancing at the
clock, he hoped his parents hadn't called Bobby's house to check on him. He knew
Bobby would cover for him, it would be easier to say he was there than to explain
why he had stayed at Mrs. Koda's house so long. "I guess I'd better be going."
Mike said, feeling suddenly very awkward. What do you say to your Teacher after
you've just fucked the life out of her. "Don't forget your book." Mrs. Koda said
as Michael began to head for the door. "Would you believe that I almost forgot
all about it." Michael laughed. Mrs. Koda held out the book to him, then abruptly
pulled it back. Michael eyes opened wide in surprise. Was this some new game?
Arlene quickly opened to the pages covered with sketches of Michael and herself.
She flipped them until she opened to the page she was looking for. Smiling, she
ripped the page out of the book. "A little souvenir." She said with a grin as she
again held out the sketch book to him. This time he took it and quickly placed it
under his arm. Curious, he asked to see what drawing she had torn out and why. To
his surprise, it was the full page closeup of her giving a blowjob. She said she
had picked that one because it was the only picture that was undoubtedly her.
Only the cock and mid-section of the boy appeared in the sketch but she said she
would always know who's cock it had been. Her attention riveted to the souvenir,
Michael excused himself and quickly let himself out.

Michael was relieved when it was announced on Monday morning that Mrs. Koda
wouldn't be returning fore the last two weeks of school. Some personal problems
at home it was rumored. The two weeks passed quickly, and before he knew it
graduation day arrived. After the ceremony, Michael and Bobby met their families
in the parking lot. He wasn't really paying attention to all the things people
were saying to him, the day had been too much of a whirl of images. He hadn't
even noticed the tall woman who

had come up behind his parents. "May I also render my congratulation." Arlene
Koda said as she stepped up alongside Mrs. Rossi. "Gee, thanks Mrs. Koda." Bobby
said quickly, hoping that this was going to be the last person to want to
congratulate them. The sooner they got out of here, the sooner they could start
to party. It was a few seconds before Michael could find his voice. He finally
managed a weak thank you. "You have a very talented son here, Mr. and Mrs.
Rossi." Arlene said with a smile. "I think he has a good future ahead of him with
his ability." "Why thank you." Mrs. Rossi replied. "Yes, we're really going to
miss him at Peterson next year."

Arlene said. "You're going to be here next year?" Michael asked, suddenly finding
his voice. "Yes I will." Arlene answered. "Originally it looked like I wouldn't
be able to, but things have changed in the last few weeks. I was able to
convinced my husband that it was more beneficial to his career that I stay at
Peterson than spending all my time doing society work." "Well if that's what you
really want, then good for you." Mrs. Rossi, not really sure what the young woman
was talking about. "By the way Michael, I really meant what I said about your
ability." Arlene said. "In fact, if you really don't have a summer job yet, I'd
like to hire you to do a portrait of me for my house. I'm going to spend the
summer redecorating it.

My husband has given me a blank check so I'm sure I could make it worth the
effort. " "That's wonderful!" Mrs. Rossi gushed. "If you're sure he could do your
portrait justice." "Oh I've no doubt of that." Arlene said beaming. "I'm positive
that Michael could bring out the real me." Michael just grinned in reply. Already
picturing the poses they could try out over the summer.