LESSONS, Part 2
Teresa left Martha’s office, her blood boiling and her
libido pulsing in her breasts and between her legs. She felt
confused and apprehensive, but also deeply excited. She was
determined to win her confrontation with the teacher and the
idea of going body to body, tit to tit and cunt to cunt with
another beautiful woman, the idea of mastering another bitch
with the power of her sex, sent a secret thrill
reverberating through her deepest core.
She found Grant. He was talking to some of his dull-witted
jock friends. Teresa walked up to him, her body practically
bursting from her tight clothing, her hips swaying with
promise. She was boiling with anger and sexual heat. “Come
on, baby, you’re taking me home,” she snapped.
Somewhat bewildered, Grant followed her out to his car.
“That dirty cunt!,” Teresa snarled, once they were underway.
“Who?” Grant asked, hoping it wasn’t Jane. He still felt a
bit guilty about abandoning his former girlfriend.
“That bitch, Martha Wells,” Teresa growled.
Grant puzzled for a moment. Then it clicked. “Ms. Wells? The
gym teacher? What did she do?”
“She interrupted my fun with Rachel, and she thinks that
she’s Queen Bitch of this school. God, I’m going to fuck her
Grant decided not to reply. Teresa said little more during
the ride, but he sensed her tension, her barely contained
anger, and it made him nervous. She was brooding, her
beautiful face creased in a frown. She left the car as soon
as it rolled to a stop in front of her house. The heat in
her body, between her legs, was growing in proportion to her
anger, and she needed immediate release.
Teresa was almost to the door of her house, when she
realized that Grant was still in the car, looking rather
apprehensive. “What are you waiting for?” she yelled. “Come
He ran up the front porch and followed Teresa up the stairs
of her house to the upper floor. “Um, where are your
parents?” he asked, anxiously.
“They’re at work and they won’t be back until late. We’ll
have all the time we need.”
Teresa pulled him into her room. The young man and woman
quickly stripped and then Teresa pushed Grant towards the
bed. He sat down hard, his cock already hard and thick, and
becoming more aroused as he watched the amazingly voluptuous
vixen walking towards him, her hard tits bouncing, her hips
see-sawing, her ripe thighs and her nearly hairless cunt,
pubic hair shaved down to a thin landing strip, glistening
with arousal. Teresa smiled and pushed on Grant’s bare
chest, pushing his back flat to the bed. Then, she wrapped
her lips and tongue around his thick shaft and sucked hard.
She licked his cock with her tongue, she gently, teasingly
stroked and rubbed the engorged organ with her hand, she
massaged the aroused appendage until Grant was writhing and
groaning with incredible pleasure. She sucked his balls
gently, and she took his shaft as far up her throat as she
could. He could not believe how good this felt and how good
Teresa was at sucking his cock. She brought him up and down
the pleasure curve several times before, finally, leading
him to an explosion of hot, sticky cum deep in her throat.
She swallowed it all. Grant cried out in pleasure, gasping
Grant rolled Teresa over onto her back, his hands filling up
with her round, tight flesh. He sucked hungrily at her thick
nipples, his hands moved over her rounded curves and slipped
into the wet heat between her legs, rubbing and probing at
her hungry cunt. She moaned with pleasure, rejoicing in the
feel of his sharp teeth and strong lips feasting on her
glorious tits, of his finger stroking her pulsing clit.
He pulled her legs apart and rubbed his thick dick into her
vaginal cleft, rubbing around the slit, moistening it with
the liquid dripping from his shaft, slicking his member with
the juices boiling out of her naked twat. She grabbed his
pole and aimed it directly at her dripping cunt. She was
tight and it took him 5 or 6 hard thrusts, but he finally
managed to completely impale her on his throbbing cock. He
felt fully in control, having already shot his load once,
and he now began to pound her sex, pulling back and driving
deep and hard into her with all of his strength. Teresa’s
moans and cries built, and she squirmed luxuriously on the
bed, enjoying the full-fledged fucking, enjoying the feeling
of being penetrated and spread, the delicious sensation of
being split in two by the boy’s driving prick. Grant pounded
into her, riding her until she finally came, shrieking like
a banshee, in an enormous orgasm that was so intense she
nearly bucked him out of her body. But he managed to hold
on. He continued pumping at her until he felt a second
orgasm coming on. Then he stopped and withdrew, his heart
pounding and his body wet with sweat.
“Holy fuck!,” he gasped. That was the best sex he had ever
had and, once again, he thanked his lucky stars for Teresa’s
interest in him.
“That bitch!” Teresa snarled. “That fucking cow!”
“Are you still thinking about Martha?” Grant asked, rolling
over to look at the beautiful girl beside him. He could not
help reaching out to cup and fondle the magnificent tit
nearest to him, playing with the erect, thick brown nipple.
God, this girl is hot!, he thought.
“Yeah, I’m still thinking about her. She challenged me to a
fuckfight this Saturday.”
“What?!” Grant was almost speechless. “She wants to fuck you
and fight you?”
“No, stupid, you fight by fucking each other. Whoever
controls the other woman and forces her to orgasm is the
winner. I have to win, but I’ve never been with another
woman before, let alone fucked one in a fight.”
Grant rolled back onto his back. His mind was whirling. What
he would give to see that!
“Oh, by the way, you’re coming with me on Saturday. If I
win, you get to fuck Martha until her cunt cracks.”
“What!?!” Grant rolled back to stare at his girlfriend. “I
can’t do that! That’s rape! She’ll call the police and I’ll
be in jail for the next ten years!”
“No, it’s not rape, you moron,” Teresa snarled disgustedly.
“She’s agreed to it. I’ll get it in writing, if that makes
you feel better. It’s all part of the deal. If I win, you
get to fuck her and I get to watch. And maybe help a bit. If
she wins, I become her sex slave for the rest of the year.”
“Wow,” Grant said, slowly. Once again, his mind was whirling
with the images and possibilities. Teresa was a lot wilder
and more uninhibited than he had ever thought. He found
everything about her enormously appealing and a bit
“You know, I may be able to help you on the whole
“fuckfight” thing,” he said.
“Please don’t tell me that you can help me practice, because
that’s not the same thing,” Teresa began, a note of
exasperation in her voice.
Grant smiled. “Well, no, that’s not what I was going to say,
but that’s not a bad idea.” He smiled wider, then looked at
her peevish expression and decided it was best to be
“I know a girl who used to be part of an underground sex
club. This sounds like the kind of thing that they would do.
I think that she may know someone who can help you train, at
least give you the experience of fucking and fighting
another woman so that you don’t go into this completely
cold. I could call her and see if she can help.”
“Would you do that?” Teresa asked, suddenly very grateful.
Maybe having Grant around would prove more useful than she
had thought. “But I need to move on this right away.”
“OK,” Grant replied. “Let me make some calls. I’ll phone you
tonight and let you know if I’ve been able to work things
Teresa smiled. “I’d really like that,” she murmured,
reaching out and gripping his hard, sticky shaft in her warm
hand, starting to rub and stroke the engorged organ. Grant
groaned in ecstasy.
Teresa rewarded her boyfriend by fucking him hard for the
next half hour, and promising a lot more if he was able to
help her. At 7 PM that night, Grant called back.
“Teresa,” he said, when she had picked up the phone. “I got
hold of my friend and she knows someone who knows someone.
Long story short, I have an appointment for you with a woman
who is supposed to be really good at this stuff. Her name is
Cynthia, she lives on the north side. I can take you there
tomorrow, after school.”
“This is great. What does it cost?”
“Well, my friend said that it could be free if Cynthia likes
you. It depends on how hot you are. I told her that you were
very hot. So, you have a good chance of getting some
pointers from a pro for free!”
Teresa thanked Grant again, then hung up the phone and
considered her situation. She had four nights in which to
learn enough about sexfighting to meet Martha on Saturday
night and completely humble the big-titted bitch. She hoped
it would be enough time.
To be continued: