Private Private Lessons

In a world where men are dogs and women are also dogs, an unlikely couple found love - or something like it inside the squalid halls of a public high school. The last class of the day had just ended and students were evacuating the classrooms like Cassandra evacuated the dance floor - that is, with the exception of one Jimmy Johnson.

"Hey Ms. Dee, can I talk to you in private for a sec?" Jimmy Johnson asked as he approached a stunning dirty blonde with bold-rim glasses.

"Sure, Jimmy, what's on your mind?" replied Ms. Misty Dee from behind her desk, the young student teacher as she gave him her full attention.

"Remember how you introduced yourself when you first came here?"

"Yeah?"

"And you said you were nineteen?"

"Yeah?"

"Are you really nineteen?" Jimmy inquired.

"Closer to twenty now, but I am!" Ms. Dee chirped.

"So that makes you like, two years older than me, right?" asked Jimmy.

"I guess?" she answered with raised eyebrows. "How old are you?"

"Seventeen, but that doesn't really matter," Jimmy casually dismissed with the wave of his hand. "What matters is how you got here. How did you become a high-school student teacher at such a young age?" the ever-curious boy queried. "I thought you needed to complete a four-year bachelor’s degree before you can even enroll in teacher's college."

"I skipped a lot of grades," Ms. Dee instantly replied.

"Yeah, five, apparently," counted Jimmy.

"Higher education is measured in dog years; what's your point?" Ms. Dee pressed.

"You know Ms. Dee, I'm graduating in three days..." said Jimmy as he shifted his weight from one leg to the other.

"Oh. Congratulations," Ms. Dee replied with a tilt to the head, not quite following this conversation.

"Thanks, but that's not what I want to say..." Jimmy acknowledged with an awkward expression.

"Well, what is it? Spit it out!" the student teacher ordered.

"I guess what I'm trying to say is..." Jimmy trailed off as he rubbed the back of his neck, "Do you want to suck my dick?"

“Do I want to what?" asked the dirty blonde.

"Suck my dick," Jimmy repeated. “Is that a no?”

“Weeeell I didn’t say that,” Ms. Dee replied. “You’re not a cop, are you?”

“No,” said Jimmy.

“Because if you are, this is entrapment,” she said.

“I’m not a cop,” he affirmed.

“Good, Jimmy, good," said Ms. Dee as she gathered up her things. "In that case, meet me in the boy’s locker room in fifteen minutes and bring a few friends,” she said as she started out the door.

“I don’t have any friends,” said Jimmy.

“Then bring a bottle of Gat0rade.”

Fifteen minutes later in the e-coli infested den known as the boy’s locker room, a boy was cradling a bottle of lemon-lime Gat0rade while he waited on the bench to become a man. Then, the door swung open.

Jimmy stood up at attention and so did little Jimmy.

“Sorry to keep you waiting,” said Ms. Dee said with the air of a mature woman. “I tried to find some condoms in the car, but I used them all this morning. Try to be careful or I’ll end up pregnant.”

“Aren’t there some in the phys-ed room?” asked Jimmy as he put down his drink.

“Those all have holes poked in them,” said Ms. Dee as she approached Jimmy while slowly unbuttoning her blouse. When she arrived, she said, “Take your pants off,” as she tied her hair into a ponytail.

Jimmy did as he was ordered and his pants dropped faster than 9.81 m/s².

“That’s a good sized dick,” Ms. Dee complimented as she dropped on her knees without the opportunity for a raise.

“Thanks, I grew it myself,” said Jimmy as he shivered with anticipation.

Ms. Dee grasped neither the balls nor the shaft but simply admired Jimmy’s dick from a very short distance. She sniffed and licked it around his groin and she could see Jimmy’s thighs recoil from her touch, so she got more aggressive and blew him kisses, little taps on his member that gradually worked their way up to the tip of his glans.

“Are you ready?” Ms. Dee asked as her warm breath touched Jimmy’s thighs.

“Yeah,” Jimmy eagerly nodded, his heart pacing at 130 beats a minute.

Then with a single gulp, Ms. Dee devoured the whole of Jimmy’s penis and Jimmy almost died.

“Fuck, I’m gonna-” he said as he let loose a torrent of semen down Ms. Dee’s throat.

But Ms. Dee had obviously been expecting it because she did not gag. Instead, she used her tongue and sucked all the harder to get every drop out of his balls.

As she withdrew herself from his softening dick, Ms. Dee made sure to suck the entire surface of his dick on her way out before giving swallowing hard and with slight cough.

“I’m sorry, I-” Jimmy tried to apologize but Ms. Dee placed a finger on his lips and opened her mouth wide to reveal absolutely nothing.

“Congratulations Jimmy Johnson, for graduating,” she whispered before wiping her lips with the side of her blouse and then planting her lips on his to make out.

“That felt-” he tried to whisper.

“I know,” she whispered back to him.

And this continued for a while, Ms. Dee aggressively kissing and pushing Jimmy back against the wall as he got exactly what he wanted and more.

“Have you ever eaten pussy?” she huffed with bosom and her thigh pressed up against him.

“No,” huffed back, out of breath.

“Then it’s time to learn,” she smiled coquettishly as she backed off from him and let her skirt drop to the ground.

Formerly underneath her skirt, Ms. Dee had on a pair of black panties a pair of thigh-high grey stockings, the former which was already ruined, and that latter which were about to be. She rolled her panties down, dragging a long spindle of honey along with it, until she snapped it by slipping one leg out of her panties and then lied down on the floor, spread eagle, for Jimmy to admire.

“Do you see this here, Jimmy?” Ms. Dee asked as she spread apart her lips, “This here is my urethra. That’s where my pee comes out. You see this little knob above it? That’s my clitoris, that’s where you need to be for me to feel good.”

“And beneath that is-”

“Yes, this whole, wet mess is my vagina, but that comes after, so forget about it for now and start on my clitoris, get in there Jimmy and make your ancestors proud.”

Jimmy was not good at eating pussy. Most men aren’t born with that gift, and they don’t find that out until a woman offers to let them try, so most men end up being terrible when they first start off - but if a woman takes the time and effort to teach them, they become gods. Pussy-eating gods.

“Jimmy, how does my pussy taste?” asked Ms. Dee.

“It tastes kind of weird,” Jimmy replied.

“No Jimmy, the answer is “It tastes delicious,” always, unless it’s diseased,” Ms. Dee lectured. “Does my pussy look diseased to you?”

“No, Ms. Dee, it looks delicious.”

“Good boy.”

It had been a few minutes now and Ms. Dee was finally getting into it. It took a while, but Jimmy the cartographer was slowly mapping out which regions Ms. Dee seemed to like and which regions were kind of meh. The problem was, Jimmy was running out of stamina because he wasn’t a swimmer and he didn’t understand how to pace himself or his breathing as he tried his hardest to emulate all the porn he had watched.

“Ms. Dee?”

“Mmm?’ she crooned sweetly in reply.

“Ms. Dee I’m getting tired,” said Jimmy.

“Just a bit longer Jimmy, I’m- I’m almost there,” Ms. Dee promised, but the truth was, she was only reaching peak one of a three part series.

Jimmy was inexperienced and his complaints had set himself back by half a minute, but Jimmy was a trooper so his exhaustion be damned; he kept on eating that pussy like his life depended on it and finally, after five minutes, his efforts bore fruit and that is the first step to becoming a god.

“Mmm, hueh, mmm! Jimmy, Jimmy, here it comes!” Ms. Dee moaned as she gripped the back of Jimmy’s head and forced it deep into her pelvis. Her vulva engorged with blood, she arched her back, and she shook with the force of an avalanche.

She held that position and gasped deeply before relaxing her body and letting it fall, releasing Jimmy in the process.

“How was that, Ms. Dee?”

“That was great Jimmy, real great,” Ms. Dee generously graded, even though she had had better.

It was quiet for a moment, until Jimmy asked, “So what now?”

He was sitting and resting against the lockers half-naked.

“Now?” Ms. Dee asked as she raised herself off the ground to look at Jimmy, “Now it depends on you.”

Limberly, Ms. Dee approached Jimmy on all fours and eyed his penis. Her unbuttoned blouse revealed her panty-matching bra, which struggled to support all of nature’s might. But still it stood, as did Jimmy’s member, even though it was only a semi. Men don’t recover as fast as women because women can get fucked forever.

“How would you like it Jimmy?” Ms. Dee asked as she snuggled up next to Jimmy and wrapped her arms around him. “Would you like to fuck me, or would you like me to fuck you? Missionary? Doggy? Cowgirl? Reverse cowgirl? I can do basically anything, anything you want.”

That got Jimmy hard. You see the brain is as much a sexual organ as a penis. You can get a man as hard as nails if you talk dirty enough to him.

“Do you want to put it in? Or should I show I put it in?” Ms. Dee asked as she pushed Jimmy on the ground. “You? Or me? You? Or me?” she asked as she skirted up on her knees and dripped over his penis.

“Ha-I want to put it in,” Jimmy said at last and Ms. Dee smiled seductively.

“Okay,” she said as she took off her shirt and unclasped her bra. Then, she bent down and whispered on his face, “You get to put it in,” before righting her position. She lowered her squat and rubbed the edges of her lips over the shaft of his penis, leaving a glistening trail of wet and warmth. “Are you ready?” she asked as she grasped his penis and moved it to the edge of her vagina.

“Yes,” Jimmy moaned as he placed his hands on her thighs and pulled her in.

It was an almost indescribable warmth. The contours of her vagina seemed to realign and wrap around Jimmy’s penis like it had been made, just for him – a custom fit. It was wet and a little slippery, but it also provided a sucking sensation that drew him in and it didn’t seem to want to let go.

“It’s okay Jimmy,” Ms. Dee said from atop of him, “I’ll do the work.”

Most women when they ride a penis usually ride with a front-to-back motion because that’s the sensation that feels the best for them. It’s easier, after all, than raising and lowering themselves vertically like a piston, but Ms. Dee never missed leg day and she knew what she was doing.

Up and down she went, losing calories like a fucking boss. Her well-formed breasts jiggled dangerously in opposite circular motions, her breathing getting faster and faster as she bounced on top. Meanwhile, Jimmy was struggling with how good he was feeling and felt anxious about coming. He wanted this feeling to last so much more, but simply felt too good.

That made him easy to read and Ms. Dee read him like an open book.

“It’s okay Jimmy, cum whenever you want,” she said in-between increasingly ragged pants as she grasped and squeezed her own tits.

“I can’t! I’m gonna!” Jimmy said and he splurted and filled the inside of his teacher. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t-” he began apologizing, but Ms. Dee bent down and stopped him.

“It’s okay,” she assured him, “I was just messing with ya; I’m already on the pill.”

She pulled herself off of him and his dick whipped out, and as it did, semen dripped to the ground.

“Come on Jimmy, no time to rest,” she said as she walked over to the showers. “Janitors will be here by four, and you don’t want to put on your clothes while you’re spotting sex-goo. Come here and lemme scrub you down like a good teacher would.”

“I love you Ms. Dee,” said Jimmy as he followed her into the shower.

“I know, and things will be even better after I’m old enough to buy beer,” said Ms. Dee as she locked him into a tight embrace.