AFTER SCHOOL
LESSONS, Part 4
By JB57
The next day at school, Teresa had great difficulty
concentrating. Her mind and her body kept going back to the
events of the previous night. She had been humbled and
sexually overpowered, completely dominated, by Cynthia.
Cynthia had thrust her great tits to Teresa’s orbs and
ground the girl’s nipples flat. She had forced Teresa to the
mat and slid her naked, burning sex along Teresa’s matching
twat, grinding the teen’s labia apart and violating her
feminine core. Cynthia had dragged her enormous, powerful
clit along Teresa’s throbbing sexhorn until the teen had
shrieked and sobbed in ecstatic sexual release. But Cynthia
had not stopped there. She continued fucking Teresa hard,
pulling one aching orgasm after another out of the beautiful
girl until Cynthia reared up, her back arched, her tits
driving down on Teresa’s like boulders, her nipples piercing
Teresa’s boobs like spears, and injected her steaming woman
cum deep into Teresa’s welcoming twat. After her body
stopped shuddering, Cynthia pulled herself off of her newest
pupil, slipped on her robe, then calmly sipped tea and
waited while Teresa struggled to regain her strength. The
young beauty had never been so completely fucked over in her
life. But the experience had been fantastic. She remembered
the delicious, electrical feeling of Cynthia’s hard, wet
clit sliding against her own, the fantastic pleasure of her
multiple orgasms, the delirious sensation of her hard tits
crushed and rolling against equally powerful breasts, the
sensations of her body twined and interlocked with the
yielding, voluptuous flesh of another woman, and her cunt
became so wet that she was afraid she would soak through her
tight thong – which she did.
It was near the end of the school day when she encountered
Martha. Teresa was just beginning a study hall period and
was getting her books from her locker. The hall was empty of
people and so she heard the sound of someone approaching on
the tile floor. When she looked up, Martha was walking
towards her. Teresa turned to meet the teacher, her back to
the row of lockers.
The blonde teacher was dressed in a loose-fitting green
dress and blazer, a thin white blouse, and flat-heeled
shoes. Evidently, she was coming from a special class or a
meeting and had decided to change out of her usual gym
attire. Her impressive tits bounced enticingly as she moved,
and Teresa assessed those jiggling jugs with a more
experienced eye. They looked solid and heavy, but were they
enough to crush and conquer her own meaty boobs? Would their
nipples prove to be hard enough to match her fleshy spikes?
Would Martha’s areola be as tight and rough as her own? She
could not wait to find out.
Martha stopped beside Teresa’s locker, her tits only inches
from Teresa’s thrusting rack. Teresa was wearing a
calf-length dress with spaghetti straps, revealing enormous
amounts of cleavage. Her feet were shod in leather sandals.
The women locked eyes.
“So, are you going to be ready for Saturday night, Teresa?”
the teacher asked archly.
“Oh, yeah, I’ll be there, Martha,” Teresa responded,
hostility dripping from her voice. “I’m going to fuck you
up, just like I promised. Then my boyfriend is going to ream
your cunt until you can’t stand.” The girl smiled smugly.
“Really?” Martha asked. The blonde beauty’s eyes flashed
with a sudden sexual rage. Then she stepped forward, aiming
her nipples directly at Teresa’s, and pressed her massive
tits hard into Teresa’s powerful mammary glands. Teresa
gasped. She had not expected this, and she found herself
suddenly slammed into the locker, pinned to the cold steel,
tit to tit. Her nipples hardened instantly and pulsed
furiously against Martha’s engorged nips, even through the
intervening layers of clothes. The teacher reached out and
grabbed Teresa’s wrists, pinning her to the wall. The
women’s massive boobs crushed tight, throbbing with
electricity, their firm flesh squashing and resisting their
compression. Their bodies rammed into the lockers with a
bang.
“Maybe I’ll be the one doing the fucking, little girl,”
Martha gasped, as she struggled to control Teresa. She
pushed her face close to Teresa’s beautiful face, and the
women exchanged breath and almost touched nose to nose.
Their bodies writhed and trembled, Teresa’s bare legs
thrashing as she struggled to gain footing, her calves and
thighs sliding under Martha’s dress and against Martha’s
smooth, equally naked legs. Martha had leverage on her side
and used her powerful legs and her flaring hips to ram her
tits hard to Teresa’s resisting boobs. Teresa arched her
back to push back, increasing the tension between their
struggling tits, even as she fought to free her arms. At the
same time, both women thrust hard at each other with the
power of their pectoral muscles. Hard tits drove together
and held in quivering stalemate for several seconds as each
beauty sought to squash the other. For a long moment, the
tension in their dense titflesh, the pulsing ache in their
battling nipples, was almost too overwhelming. Then, with a
gasp, they broke apart. Panting, eyes glaring, tits burning
with heat and tension, Martha and Teresa pulled back,
released each other’s hands, and regarded each other from a
few feet apart.
“You dirty whore!” Teresa snarled, her body so aroused that
it hurt, her cunt so wet that she feared she would soon be
leaking juice down her bare thighs. Her nipples were like
steel spikes and she wanted to throw herself into Martha’s
arms and resume the titfight. Martha wanted the same thing,
but she slowly brought herself under control.
“Little cunt. Don’t worry, there’s a lot more of that
waiting for you on Saturday.”
“No,” Teresa demanded, “Fight me now!” Her body was
screaming for more tit to tit contact. She was enraged that
her younger tits had not flattened those of the blonde
teacher.
“If you can’t control yourself in the hall of the school,
then you don’t have any control at all, Teresa,” smiled
Martha. “That means that fucking you over won’t be
difficult.”
“Cunt! You’re the one who attacked me!”
Martha grinned. “So what? If you can’t handle the heat,
don’t get into the kitchen.”
Teresa was prepared to hurl herself at Martha, to get
involved in a vicious catfight right here in the school
hallway. For the moment, the consequences of this did not
matter to her. The only thing that mattered was tearing
Martha to shreds.
But she forced herself to back down. Her massive chest
heaving, her sex aching with tension, her eyes glaring with
hate, she still forced herself to calm down. She knew that
Martha was right. If sexfighting was about control, she
needed to prove that she could master her own urges. Despite
her body’s aching desire for contact, despite her burning
need to assert her dominance over this beautiful bitch, she
forced herself to pull back from the imminent confrontation.
“You’re a filthy cunt, Martha,” Teresa said, calmly. She
walked forward and slowly, deliberately, pushed her tits
into Mary’s matching boobs. “And on Saturday, I’m going to
fuck your brains out. I’m going to make you suck my clit
until I come all over your face. I can wait until then.”
Martha smiled and pushed back. The women’s nipples crushed
tight, through their clothing. Both women pushed hard,
slowly flattening their throbbing nipples. They gritted
their teeth and snarled at each other. Teresa found the sex
heat building, once again, to fantastic proportions.
“You’re a fucking whore, Teresa,” Martha murmured in her
face. “And I’m going to make you my fuckbitch on Saturday
night. Then I’ll teach you lessons about which of us is the
real woman for the rest of the year.”
“My pussy is going to suck your cunt off, fuckface,” Teresa
growled in response. “My tits are going to milk those old
bags until they dry up.”
The women finally separated and, exchanging final glares of
hatred, Martha continued down the hall and Teresa turned
back to her locker. But her blood was boiling with rage,
hate and lust. She went to find Grant and, locating him
shooting baskets behind the school, she insisted that he
take her to Cynthia’s place immediately.
“But what if she’s busy? We should probably call ahead,” he
worried.
“She knows how little time I have and I think that she
really would like to see me. Just call it ‘woman’s
intuition’,” Teresa replied, rather annoyed that Grant
wasn’t simply doing what he was told to do.
They pulled up in front of Cynthia’s place about a half-hour
later. Yvonne answered the door, this time dressed in a
black bikini halter, revealing most of her voluminous
breasts, and tight jeans. The straps of her thong panties
were visible, looping up over her hips from the waist of the
low-rise jeans. A belly ring glittered on her bare,
beautifully muscled abdomen. Yvonne gave them a smug smile,
enough to annoy and irritate Teresa even more. Clearly,
Yvonne had not been humbled by her experience the night
before. The bitch probably enjoyed being dominated, Teresa
thought.
“I’m here to see Cynthia,” Teresa snapped at the
black-haired girl, barely restraining herself from throwing
herself on to Yvonne’s body and starting a battle right
there in the front foyer. But she did not know what the
rules were for this kind of place, and she did not want to
risk doing something that would get her thrown out.
“Of course,” Yvonne replied in her smoky voice. “Follow me,
please.”
She led Teresa and Grant down into the basement and into the
sexfighting training room. The room was empty, but they sat
on the couch and waited for a few minutes. Cynthia arrived 5
minutes later, wearing only a delicate Japanese kimono. The
teenagers could see the outlines of her spectacular body
through the silken material. It was evident that the
redheaded beauty was completely naked under the robe. She
was followed into the room by Mavis and Denise, both of whom
were dressed in short terrycloth robes.
“Teresa.” Cynthia said, with a smile. “You are a bit early.”
“I kind of thought maybe I could train a bit longer today,”
the brunette began, but Cynthia stopped her with a wave of
her hand.
“I don’t mind,” Cynthia said. “In fact, it gives you the
chance to train with some of our other students and more
experienced fighters.” Cynthia formally introduced Teresa to
the other two women. Then the training session began.
Over the next three nights, Teresa spent hours sucking clit
and pounding pussies with Mavis and Denise. She quickly
discovered that she had a gift for eating pussy. Even more,
she began to discover the enormous sexual power and
endurance of her body. Locked in a 69 with either Mavis or
Denise sucking vigorously and expertly at her massive,
swollen clit, Teresa found that she was still able to hold
out, resisting her orgasm until long after she had forced
the other woman to surrender. She also spent time
fuckfighting with Yvonne, and won some very close battles
against the beautiful black-haired woman. As she suspected,
Yvonne enjoyed being dominated and Teresa enjoyed dominating
her, but only after a hard-fought battle.
At the end of every night, Cynthia took her in a personal
session. The redheaded beauty stripped off her robe, and
ordered Teresa on to the floor mat, with her legs spread.
Cynthia then mounted her new student, pinning the girl’s
wrists to the mat, and slid her powerful cunt on to Teresa’s
eager, hungry twat. Cynthia forced the girl’s wet cunt lips
apart with her own sex maw, opened Teresa’s aching pussy to
her violation, and thrust her massive clit onto Teresa’s
engorged sexhorn.
“The point of this exercise,” Cynthia said on the first
night, through gritted teeth, as she stroked her hard sex to
Teresa’s engorged clit, “is to teach you endurance. Don’t
fight back, just try to hold off your orgasm for as long as
you can.”
Cynthia let her heavy tits fall on to Teresa’s waiting boobs
and she began rubbing her chest around and around the teen’s
rack, stimulating the girl even further. Her tight, hard
nipples ground mercilessly into Teresa’s taut titflesh, her
hot, bare belly flattened on to Teresa’s matching torso. But
most of the women’s attention was on their mated cunts.
Teresa concentrated with all her strength, she struggled
desperately to keep from exploding. She writhed and moaned,
she sobbed and snarled, she forced her body to accept
greater and greater pleasure as Cynthia’s powerful,
throbbing clit tortured her with ecstasy. In the end, Teresa
held out far longer than Cynthia had believed any novice
could. Teresa finally came with a scream of pure pleasure
and gush of steaming cum. Cynthia rode her a while longer,
until the redhead came hard, screaming in relief. She pulled
herself off of Teresa’s beautiful, humbled body, but she had
to admit that the girl showed remarkable innate talent and
ability.
By Friday night, at the end of their personal session,
Cynthia was shocked to find herself on the verge of a
delirious orgasm, Teresa somehow managing to hold off her
own orgasmic explosion until the redheaded beauty came hard,
howling with passion. Moments later, Teresa joined her. The
women locked up, writhing and fucking furiously, grinding
several delicious orgasms out of each other, before they
finally exhausted each other. They lay together for a few
minutes, clinging to each other, gasping for breath and
regaining their strength.
Cynthia rolled off of Teresa, smiling in amazement.
“That was remarkable, Teresa,” the redheaded beauty gasped.
“It’s incredible for someone with as little experience at
sexfighting as you to hold out so long. You’ve got great
control. I think that you’ll do well against your opponent
tomorrow.”
Teresa was elated. In a matter of days, she had come to the
point where she could actually force her teacher into an
orgasm. Now, she was sure that she would beat Martha.
“Yes,” she said, “I think that I will. I’m going to feed
that bitch her own clit.” The teenaged beauty smiled
savagely, her head spinning with images of humiliating
Martha. “That blonde bitch is going to regret the day she
ever got in my way.”
Teresa and Grant left Cynthia’s house around 9:30 PM on the
Friday night after a long afternoon and early evening of
hard, driving sex. Teresa felt exhilarated and rejuvenated,
but she wanted to get a good night’s sleep before
confronting Martha tomorrow, and she still had to fuck Mark
in order to keep him happy.
Cynthia was seeing them out. “I’m expecting my Friday night
regular shortly – someone who is particularly gifted and
serves as my…” she paused, smiling, “ sparring partner, if
you will.”
“Really?,” Teresa asked. “I’d love to meet this person.
Maybe I could compete for that position.” She gave Cynthia a
hot, hard smile. Ever since she had successfully forced
Cynthia to orgasm, her appreciation of her own potential had
grown considerably.
Cynthia smiled, then nodded towards an approaching figure
coming up the street. “Well, here she is now. I’ll introduce
you.”
Teresa turned towards the approaching woman, gathering up
all of her sexual energy, preparing herself to challenge
this newcomer in the way she had been taught. She had been
only half-joking with Cynthia. She was willing to test
herself against another woman who, evidently, even Cynthia
regarded as a formidable opponent. Teresa knew that she
would probably lose such a battle, but she had improved so
quickly over such a short time that even that was not
certain, at least not in her mind. And she had time on her
side.
The figure came closer, her high-heeled boots clicking on
the flagstone sidewalk. She was dressed in a short, black
leather coat and a matching cap, her blonde hair tied up
under the cap, her hands in her coat pockets. The woman’s
legs were covered in a skin-tight caramel-colored pant. The
woman’s body and mannerisms seemed strangely familiar, but
it was only when she put her boot on the first step of the
stairs of Cynthia’s brownstone that the truth suddenly
slammed home in Teresa’s heart.
“Martha!,” the stunned teenager blurted out.
The blonde beauty looked up at Teresa from under her hat.
She looked momentarily startled, then her blue eyes glowed
with realization and amusement.
“Well, well, what have we here?” she purred. “Are you
getting some extracurricular help, little cunt?”
“Shut up, you fucking bitch!,” Teresa growled. But her heart
was pounding with anger and excitement and no small amount
of dread. Her victory over the gym teacher might not be as
sure a thing as she had thought.
“Wait,” Cynthia interjected. “You two know each other?”
“Oh yes, love,” Martha murmured, a slow smile playing on her
beautiful face. She moved up the stairs to stand on the
landing with the others. “Teresa here is a student at my
school. She’s a particularly aggressive little bitch, and
I’ve decided she should learn a lesson about what it means
to be a real woman. So, we’re meeting tomorrow night to
settle things between us – cunt to cunt and tit to tit.”
“You cow!,” Teresa cried. “I’m going to fuck your cunt
inside out, whore!”
“Hm,” Cynthia smiled, her green eyes shining with lust and
amusement. “Well, I had no idea that you were the older
woman that Teresa was training to fight, Martha.” She
paused, thinking. “You know, a sexfight like this really
should have a neutral referee – someone who can call the
winner and make sure that the fight is fair. If both of you
trust me, I think that I’d like to volunteer my services.”
Teresa gawked. “You mean, you’ll come and watch us fight?
And then decide who wins?”
“Yes. I’m very experienced at this and I give you my word
that I will be a fair and reasonable referee.”
Martha smiled. “Well, that’s fine with me. How about you,
little cunt?”
Teresa smiled back, like a shark. “It’s fine by me, too, you
big bitch.”
“Good,” Cynthia smiled. “I have the feeling that a sexfight
between you two should be a very …memorable experience.”
With that, the women said goodnight, Teresa and Martha
exchanged final angry and hateful glares, then the two older
women disappeared into the house and the two teens walked
down the street towards Grant’s car.
“Wow,” Grant said. “Martha must be really good…” The bulge
in his pants grew larger as he thought about what Martha and
Cynthia would soon be doing to each other.
“Shut up, Grant,” Teresa snapped. But she knew that he was
right. If Martha was Cynthia’s regular sparring partner,
then she was very, very good at sexfighting. On the other
hand, Teresa had forced Cynthia to one involuntary orgasm.
If she could take the lessons she had learned to the fight
tomorrow, she should have a decent chance of winning. Her
confidence was shaken, but not broken. Tomorrow, she would
channel all her rage and anger and make Martha pay for every
real and imagined slight that Teresa had ever felt. The
blonde teacher had become the symbol for everything Teresa
had ever despised. The girl smiled. Butterflies were still
flapping in her gut, but Saturday night could not come soon
enough. She knew that she was in for the fuck of her life,
and she could hardly wait.
To be continued: