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Subject: {ASSM} French Class Part 2 [m/F, 1st, oral]
Date: Thu, 24 May 2001 16:10:05 -0400
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Here is part two of three I've written. Parts 4, 5, and 6 should be finished shortly. Comments? Suggestions? Let me know. You can read the rest of my stories at:
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/shadowcleric/www/

French Class - Chapter Two
By Shadow Cleric
(ShadowCleric@visto.com or http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/shadowcleric/www)

Things were uneasy for next week or so. Charlette neither spoke nor indicated 
in anyway that she'd wanted to repeat our after school activities, and I began 
to wonder if I'd dreamed it all.

Then Friday afternoon rolled around and she'd passed back our reports on french
culture. I got an A, though I probably didn't deserve it, and I noticed a large
Post-It note attached to the last page after her comments. It read:

Meet me tonight at my house, 6pm. Don't be late. Tell one!
1276 E. Sunset Drive

My heart froze in my chest. I glanced up to look at Ms. Dubois, but she was 
busy explaining to Sally why she got an F. I couldn't catch her eye all through
class, and she disappeared right after the bell, along with the rest of the 
students.

Did she want to continue our relationship? Did she want to break it off? The 
latter thought disturbed me. I'd been fantasizing about Charlette all week, 
jacking off to the memory of her beautiful naked body, remembering the feel of 
her lips, her tits. But amount of masturbating had relieved me. I needed to 
have her.

I raced home after practice, showered, shaved and got dressed, but not too 
dressy, since I didn't want to alert my parents. I went online, found her house
and printed a map. I then fed my folks some BS about meeting the guys for a 
movie and headed out.

I raced downtown, stopping only to get some flowers, and pulled up into her 
driveway. The sun had just set and night was beginning to fall. I was fifteen 
minutes early, but I knocked on her door any ways. I heard a voice from inside:

"It's open Jean-Marc! Come in!"

I opened the door and went in. Her house was small, but quaint. It was 
decorated with all kinds of girlie touches, from stuffed animals to porcelain 
statuettes. The living room featured paintings from various french artists and 
trinkets from her visits to France.

"Uh, Ms. Dubois?" I called out.

"Just a second. You're a little early. I'll be out in a minute. Just have a 
seat."

I sat on the couch and set the flowers down. I picked up a book nearby and 
leafed through it. It was a coffee table book about french castles, with large 
photos and essays about their history.

"I thought I told you to call me Charlette."

I looked up from the book and beheld one the most astounding sights I'd ever 
seen. My french teacher was standing in the doorway, leaning against the frame. 
Charlette was radiantly beautiful in a short blue dress with white buttons down
the front. Her blonde hair was down, framing her soft pale skin. Her red lips 
were pursed hungrily. She was wearing white nylons with high-heel shoes to 
match her dress.

"Oh, sorry Miss, I mean Charlette." I swallowed hard.

"That's OK." She smiled, and walked over to me.

"I got these for you." I handed the flowers to Charlette.

"Thank you, Jean-Marc." she was sliding over me and straddling my lap.

Her face was close to mine, I could feel her breathing, chest heaving. I made 
the first move and kissed her hard on the lips. She responded, relaxing into 
me. Our tongues danced and traced the insides of each other's mouth. I kissed 
her cheeks, then down her neck and up to her ear.

"Oh, Jean-Marc...I've missed you so much." she breathed into my ear.

I said nothing, but my hands strayed to her chest, hungry to feel her soft 
nipples between my fingers again.

"Ah-ah," she whispered. "Not so fast. A girl needs a little romance."

She stood and pulled me to the dinning room. It was a beautiful candlelight 
dinner set around a small table. We sat down and proceeded to eat. The vast 
majority of the meal was finger food, so we spent quite a bit of it feeding it 
to each other. We made light small talk, mostly about her, how she came to the 
school, why she became a teacher, and so forth.

Dinner was soon devoured (I was really hungry) and we went back to the living 
room to talk some more. We sat together on the couch talking some more, mostly 
about me now, my aspirations, hopes, and dreams. I revealed some intimate 
details, the biggest being that I was still a virgin.

She smiled coyly at this and kissed me softly. The kiss increased in intensity 
as we continued. She ran her long nails through my hair as I began undoing her 
dress. Button by button it came down until I had exposed her white lace bra. It
was strapless and had pushed her tits up nicely. Sliding the sides of the dress
down I rubbed each tit through the light material. Charlette moaned with 
delight and slid her arms out of the dress so it hung around her waist. I 
unfastened her bra threw it the floor. Her pink nipples stood flush and ready 
for my attention. I went to them, sucking and licking each one. I nibbled them 
lovingly until Charlette was gasping with delight.

"Oh that feels so good." she sighed softly.

She began undoing my shirt next, sliding it off of my hairless chest, and 
rubbing the firm muscles underneath. Charlette smiled appreciatively and went 
to work pulling my belt open and unzipping my jeans. I kicked my shoes and 
socks off and let her push me up and then pull my pants down, yanking my boxers
down with them. My erection was fierce and my teacher licked her lips staring at
it.

She stood and pulled the dress down to the floor. Her nylons were thigh-high, 
but she wasn't wearing panties. Her soft blonde snatch was wet with 
anticipation, even I could see that.

"You want to know something?" she whispered, pulling me close and letting her 
C-cup breasts press into my chest.

"What?" I smiled, intermittently kissing her neck and ears.

"Unless I'm on my period, I don't wear panties in class."

I smiled, chuckling.

"That turns you on doesn't it, Jean-Marc."

I nodded.

"Good. Now, let's make a man out of you." she pulled me to her bedroom.

It was littered with candles that she lit quickly and then pushed me into bed.
Charlette was atop me in a moment, her moist cunt stroking the tip of my 
engorged cock. She pressed down until her cunt was filled with my member. 
Blonde hair hanging down over her face, she smiled and pumped her cunt up and 
down my shaft.

"Oh god, Charlette...I never knew it could be like this."

"It gets better." she smiled, flexing her vaginal muscles around me.

She closed her eyes and sat back, forcing me all the way into her waiting 
vagina. Charlette then began fucking my cock with hungry abandon. The 
sensations were extreme to say the least, I just wanted to fuck the blonde 
teacher with everything I had, but she was in control, for now.

Charlette increased her cadence, her ass slapping against my legs. I watched 
with erotic fascination as my cock appeared and then disappeared into my french
teacher's cunt. Her nylons had begun slipping down, exposing her knees, then 
her calves.

"Oh god, Jean-Marc! Yes...yes..yes...oh fuck YES!!!" she screamed and clenched 
her pussy hard against me.

Charlette was gasping for air now, smiling from ear to ear. She let me roll on 
top, and pulled her nylons completely off. I slid out and in, testing the depth
of her cunt. Once I had the motion down I pumped her harder. Charlette pulled 
her legs back and opened her body to me completely.

"Oh yes, Jean-Marc. You are no boy. You are all man. A huge fucking man! Yes 
Jean-Marc...fuck me...fuck your teacher..."

And I did just that, fucking her harder and harder with each thrust. I pounded 
my teacher's cunt with wild abandon, desperate to fill it with my hot juices.

"Miss Dubois...Charlette...I'm gonna...oh god...I'm...I'm...cumming!"

My cock spat several large loads into Charlette's womb, then a couple small 
squirts finished the job. We both lay there breathing heavily. We smiled and 
kissed deeply, my hands unable to leave her sexy body.

"Jean-Marc, that was...the best." she smiled, hands running down my naked body 
and then down to my already swelling cock, "Oh my..."

I was rolling her over and lifting her up on all fours. I didn't give her time 
to contemplate what was going on, and rammed my fresh erection down her sodden 
cunt, semen and cunt juice squishing out and running down her legs.

Gripping her hips and fucked my favorite teacher anew. She had a down between 
her legs and was helping herself along to another climax. I slid myself all the
way out and then rammed it back down, slapping my hips into her ass with loud 
smacking noises.

Between thrusts Charlette was moaning and swearing, "Fuck me! Ugh! Fuck me! 
Yes! Oh Jean-Marc! Give it to me baby! Yes! Fuck your teacher! Oh god! I'm 
cumming! It's so hard! Keep fucking me! Let me ride it! Oh fuck yes!"

I didn't stop fucking Charlette after her orgasm subsided, as mine was 
building. Several rough thrusts later and I was spouting more cum into the 
blonde pussy.

I felt satisfied and drained all at once. Charlette's legs were sticky and wet.
I kissed her softly and she left to shower off. I let her go, opting to nap in
post-coital bliss.

It was an hour later when I woke to Charlette's expert sucking at my newly 
arisen prick. She was wearing night shirt and had her hair tied back into a 
pony-tail. Her body was perpendicular to mine so I reached out to finger her 
open snatch. She moaned with delight at my attentions. I pulled Charlette's 
lower body over to me, and she complied. Soon her legs were straddled around 
my head and her warm pussy, gaping wide, was before my mouth.

I didn't think, I just acted and dove my tongue down her hole. She gasped as I 
ate her out, exploring different angles and trying to understand the odd taste 
of vaginal fluid and semen. I reached around and spread her wider, digging my 
tongue into my lover's sweet hole. I tried alternating between cunt and clit, 
and this had the desired effect as I could feel Charlette's breathing increase 
around my cock. I could feel my seed ready to burst and bucked my hips into her
mouth, Charlette responded in kind, letting me probe her deepest recesses with 
my mouth.


A rush of juice coated my face as my teacher's scream was muffled by the 
immense cock shoved down her throat. The force she exerted on my cock was more 
than enough to send me over the edge.

"Charlette...her it comes!"

She managed to slide back just in time to brace for my exploding semen. Just 
like our first time in her classroom, she sucked down every last drop of white 
cum, licking my tip clean.

I snuggled up under the sheets with my beloved teacher where we enjoyed the 
silence together. After several long minutes she spoke.

"It's getting late. I don't want you to get into any trouble."

I checked the clock. It was late, if I left now, I wouldn't arouse any 
suspicions.

"I really don't want to go, but..."

She silenced me with a long kiss, then spoke: "It's all right. This isn't over,
not by a long shot, mon amore."

I smiled and kissed her back. After cleaning up, I dressed and started for the 
door. I stopped, returned to Charlette's room and kissed her again.

"See you Monday," I whispered into her ear and then disappeared into the night,
leaving her to dream her lurid dreams.

[Continued in frenchclass3.txt]

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