LESSONS, Part 3
The next day after school, Teresa and Grant drove to the
northern part of the city and into one of the wealthier
neighborhoods. They stopped at a beautifully appointed
brownstone. Teresa checked the address twice, as she looked
up the formidable structure. It was four stories high, red
brick, and set back from the street by a small yard with a
tiny but beautiful flower garden.
“Are you sure this is the place?” Teresa asked, taken aback
by the obvious wealth.
“Yeah, I’m pretty positive” Grant responded. “This Cynthia
chick is supposed to be pretty rich. You know, the bored,
idle rich kind of thing. That’s why she’s into kinky sex.”
Teresa glanced at Grant, a little surprised that he was
capable of such complex thought. She decided she would need
to keep a more careful eye on him.
The young couple walked up the stairs and rang the bell.
After a moment, a woman’s voice addressed them from an
intercom set beside the double-doors.
“I’m Teresa Carlton, I’m here to meet Cynthia.”
A few seconds later the door opened, and Teresa and Grant
were confronted by a beautiful young woman wearing a French
maid outfit. Her bountiful tits were pushed high on her
chest, an impressive cleavage revealing more than half of
her lightly tanned boobs. The skirt was short, barely
touching the top of her shapely thighs. Her legs were
covered in fishnet stockings and 3-inch high heels set off
her beautiful calves and pushed her forward, tits first. Her
hair was jet-black and curly and hung just slightly below
her shoulders. She was as tall as Teresa, so with the heels
she towered over the other girl. Her brilliant azure eyes
met Teresa’s and a shock of electricity passed between them.
The woman smiled, her ruby red lips turning up in slow,
For a few seconds, the three young people regarded each
other. Teresa felt herself becoming instantly antagonistic
towards this woman, and she tried to fight back the feeling.
She needed Cynthia’s help, after all, and she could not be
fighting with every beautiful and voluptuous woman she met.
“Are you Cynthia?” Teresa asked, after another moment had
The other woman smiled. “No, my name is Yvonne. But I will
take you to the mistress. Please follow me.”
Yvonne led Teresa and Grant into the house, down a long,
wood-paneled corridor. The gleaming wooden floor of the
hallway was shining in the afternoon sun, which poured in
from skylights in the three-storey foyer. Large windows in
the salon just off the main foyer admitted even more light
from the quiet street. The house was richly appointed, with
classic wooden tables and expensive works of art decorating
the corridor. Teresa did not know anything about art, but
she could tell that she was surrounded by considerable
They walked towards the back of the house. Yvonne opened a
door beside the kitchen entrance and led them down to the
basement. The maid opened a large door just off the landing.
Light shone out of the open door and the deep groaning
animalistic sounds of two women locked in sexual combat came
The trio entered the room quietly and stood just inside the
door, which Yvonne closed. They were in a large room which
was bathed in a soft light. The floor of the room was
covered with exercise mats. A couple of leather couches were
pushed up against the far wall, facing a coffee table. A
large standing closet occupied the far wall. A doorway
beside the closet was open and revealed a full bathroom.
Otherwise the room was bare.
On the floor, two young women were wrapped together in a
knot of sweating, heaving flesh. One girl was a brunette,
the other was blonde, and both were well-tanned. They were
joined in a 69, their mouths sealed over the other’s cunt
when they were not ramming fingers violently into the
other’s vagina, seeking to stimulate each other to the point
of collapse. They clawed at each other’s solid, round asses,
spreading their hands on the smooth muscle and sucking
furiously at the other’s clit. Their solid tits were crushed
tightly to the other’s belly, and one or the other
occasionally reached down to squeeze a nipple or knead at
the taut flesh. The women were moaning and sobbing, erotic
whimpers of delight coming from both until, finally, the
brunette on the top screamed and bucked. The blonde held on,
redoubling her efforts and, a moment later, the brunette
shrieked like a cat in heat and erupted, cum spraying over
the face of her competitor. The blonde rolled her convulsing
foe over onto her back and took the top, dominant position.
As the brunette sobbed with pleasure and exhaustion, the
blonde finished her off with a few more licking kisses and
two more forced orgasms. Finally, the blonde rolled off of
her enemy, licking her lips with satisfaction, panting with
her exertions, a smug smile playing on her face. The mat was
wet where they were lying.
Watching all of this was a beautiful woman who was sitting
on a chair beside the mat on which the battle was being
fought. The woman appeared to be about 25, but she could
have been even 10 years older. She was dressed casually,
wearing a bulky green sweater and pair of slacks. She was
leaning forward, studying the two fighting women closely,
with an almost clinical detachment. The woman had long, dark
auburn hair, which was now tied up in a ponytail and hanging
over her shoulder. Her face was beautiful and patrician, her
eyes a dark green. She had a flavor of the exotic about her.
Teresa realized that this must be Cynthia.
“Very good, Denise,” the redhead said to the victorious
blonde. “And Mavis,” she addressed the brunette, “you’re
improving a lot too. Both of you have a lot more control
over your bodies than you did a few weeks ago. Now, go clean
up and I’ll have some more pointers for you when you get
The blonde and brunette thanked the redhead. Then the blonde
stood up, pulled a robe off a hook on the wall and walked,
naked, to the bathroom at the back of the studio. She had a
lovely body and Teresa was momentarily distracted by the
flexing of her bare ass. The brunette plucked her own robe
off the wall and walked towards the door to the room,
evidently planning to use another bathroom somewhere else in
the house. She gave a tight smile to Yvonne as she passed
and her eyes flitted appraisingly over Teresa. Teresa could
tell that the other woman was impressed with what she saw,
and a little bit jealous. Teresa smiled smugly, more than
happy that her fantastic body could evoke such antagonism.
She loved the idea that other women wanted what she already
Cynthia walked up to Teresa and extended her hand. She was
barefoot but she seemed as tall as Teresa. The school girl
could not make out too much of the other woman’s figure
through her bulky sweater, though she had the impression of
some truly formidable tits.
“I am Cynthia,” the redhead said, as she and Teresa shook
hands. “You are Teresa, yes? And you,” she said, turning to
Grant, “must be the young man who arranged this meeting.”
“Yes, ma’am, I’m Grant,” said the boy, somewhat nervously.
He was already aroused from the sexfight they had just
witnessed and he was very conscious of the fact that he was
now surrounded by three very beautiful women. While they
talked, Yvonne went and cleaned the mat, spraying on a
disinfectant and wiping it down with a cloth.
Cynthia turned her attention back to Teresa. “Well, young
lady, tell me what you want to learn and why I should teach
you.” She gestured to the couch against the wall. “Let’s sit
and talk. Yvonne, please bring us some tea.”
“Yes, mistress,” the maid replied and she left, her
marvelous ass rippling and her hips swaying as she headed
out the door.
Teresa, Grant and Cynthia sat and Teresa quickly explained
her situation to Cynthia. “I’ve agreed to a sexfight with an
older woman I know this Saturday. If I win, then Grant here
gets to fuck the bitch – she’s a lesbian, so I figure that
will really humiliate her, on top of me fucking her into the
ground. If she wins, I have to be her sex slave for the next
year. I really hate this bitch and I really want to beat her
– beat her bad. I’m a trained kickboxer, so I know how to
fight, but I’ve never had sex with a woman before, let alone
fought another woman with my pussy and tits. I’ve basically
got four days in which to get good enough to beat her.”
“Hm.” Cynthia nodded. “Is this woman an experienced
“I don’t know, but I think so. I’m sure that she’s done it
before, otherwise she wouldn’t have suggested it.”
“Alright,” Cynthia said. “Please strip.”
Teresa looked a bit startled, then smiled. She was wearing a
short, tight, belly-baring t-shirt and a pair of tight jeans
and some sneakers. She rose from the couch. She removed her
shoes, then slipped off the jeans, revealing her black
thong. She crossed her hands at the front of the t-shirt and
then peeled it up over her head. The shirt caught her heavy
tits and they bounced exuberantly as the shirt pulled free
and she dropped it to the floor. Then, she slipped off her
thong, revealing her shaved pussy, naked except for a narrow
landing strip, and stood before Cynthia, totally nude.
As Teresa undressed, Yvonne returned with the tea on a tray,
which she now placed on the coffee table. The maid stood
beside Cynthia’s side of the couch. Both women let their
eyes wander hungrily over Teresa’s beautiful young body,
fixing on her stupendous tits. Cynthia evaluated her with an
almost professional eye. Yvonne could not hide her look of
“Very nice,” Cynthia said. “You certainly have the body to
be a good sexfighter, but the question is do you have the
self-control and discipline to use your body to its fullest
potential? Let’s find out.”
She turned her head to Yvonne and smiled. “Yvonne, would you
care to run our newest student through her paces?”
Yvonne grinned. “Yes, mistress, I would love to do so.”
Yvonne began undressing. As she did so, the blonde girl came
out of the bathroom and, a few moments later, the brunette
walked in the studio door. Both were fully dressed. Cynthia
took the female combatants to a corner of the room and,
standing, began to quietly provide them with advice on how
to improve their fighting abilities.
Yvonne removed her earrings, placing them on the coffee
table. Then, she removed her short skirt, revealing a black
thong and garters, which attached her fishnets to her legs.
She slipped off her bustier. Her impressive tits spilled out
of the garment, round and firm, with dark brown areola and
thick, hard nipples pointing like daggers. She unclipped the
garter. She carefully removed her shoes and slid the
fishnets down her thighs. Finally, she pulled off her thong.
Her pussy was almost bare, her thick pussy lips pink and
wet, a thin wedge of pubic hair arrowing up from her cunt
Teresa and Grant had watched this display with increasing
lust. Teresa had disliked this girl from the moment she saw
her. Now, the opportunity to meet this woman and beat her
sex to sex filled her with lust along with nervousness. She
knew that there was a very good chance that Yvonne would
humiliate her, instead. Grant ran his hungry eyes over the
black-haired beauty before him. Her body was fantastic, just
as beautiful as Teresa’s. Yvonne’s breasts were maybe a
little smaller, but not by much, and appeared just as firm.
But, he realized with a thrill, he’d soon see that for
Teresa and Yvonne stood facing each other, hands on hips,
letting their eyes examine every inch of the other, letting
their mutual hostility build. Yvonne continued to smile,
what Teresa saw as a look of smug superiority. Cynthia
finished talking to the other two girls and showed them out.
Then, she returned and grinned at the silent, sexual
confrontation going on between her maid and the new girl.
She sat down in her chair beside the mat and gestured for
Teresa and Yvonne to approach her.
“Alright, Teresa,” she began. “Sexfighting is all about
control – control of yourself and control of your opponent.
You said that you know how to fight, so you should be a
natural at this. The point is to take on another woman, cunt
to cunt and tit to tit, and show that you have more control,
over your own body and over hers.”
Cynthia motioned the two young women to the mat in front of
“You and Yvonne try to force each other to the ground. Then,
we’ll see what you know and what we need to teach you.”
Teresa and Yvonne faced each other, each grabbing the
other’s forearms. Their formidable tits compressed between
their arms, hard nipples pointing straight at each other.
Teresa was nervous, yet excited. The heat between her legs
was maddening, the throbbing in her tits gave her an ache in
“Begin,” Cynthia said, and Yvonne suddenly batted Teresa’s
arms aside and leaped onto her naked opponent. In an
instant, Teresa found herself grappling and rubbing naked
tits to tits, flesh to flesh, Yvonne trying to trip her.
Teresa was caught off guard by the sudden, erotic
sensations. The pressure of the beautiful maid’s tits on her
own was electric. Stunned by the delicious sensation of her
hard tits struggling with the dense titflesh of another
woman, Teresa found herself flat on the mat, Yvonne on top.
Yvonne twined her legs through Teresa’ powerful limbs and,
wrapping her arms around the other girl’s back, grabbing
Teresa’s brown hair, she began grinding herself into the
beautiful student, rubbing her tits around and around on
Teresa’s powerful, firm rack. The women’s nipples pierced
and rubbed, digging into the sensitive flesh, sending shocks
of electricity through their matching tits. Large brown
areola grated and abraded, fuelling the delightful
sensations. Yvonne’s belly slid on Teresa’s firm stomach,
their legs interlocked and strained, thighs and calves
pressing and caressing. Teresa wrapped her arms around
Yvonne and squeezed back. She tried to imitate what the
other girl was doing, though her position was not as good.
Yvonne was an experienced sexfighter but, even so, she found
herself very quickly becoming excited and stimulated far
beyond what she had expected. Something about Teresa’s
beautiful body – the remarkably strong, well-packed tits,
the hot flesh slapping against her own, the heady scent of
aroused pussy – soon had Yvonne wet and hot, her nipples
throbbing with tension. She slid her tits against Teresa’s,
slipping them in and out and around the brunette’s cleavage,
and groaned with the electric pleasure that rippled in her
nipples as they dug into Teresa’s dense titflesh.
The beautiful young women moaned, gasping with sexual need
as their bodies shared heat. Cheek to cheek, groaning with
the effort of their struggle, they cried out with pleasure.
Teresa was in heat, her body thrashing with effort, her skin
burning with delight, but her mind still firmly in charge of
her body. The alien but thoroughly intriguing feeling of
another woman’s titflesh crushed and rolling on her own and
the matching of like to like was deliciously appealing. She
felt her sexual power stirring deep inside.
Still, she found that she could not control Yvonne. Yvonne
continued her wanton assault on Teresa’s body. Teresa found
herself locked into a deep, sensual kiss with the
black-haired maid, their tongues pressing and sliding,
electric sensations rippling from her mouth down to her
tits. She arched her back, rubbing her hard belly to
Yvonne’s abdomen, trying to bring her heated pussy into
contact with Yvonne’s matching cunt. The maid eagerly
returned the favor, pressing down, then moaning as her slick
cunt lips slid along Teresa’s engorged pussy. Yvonne worked
her hips, rubbing her ribbon of cunt-hair into Teresa’s
landing strip, wriggling as she tried to drill herself into
the beautiful teen. She worked her pussy down into Teresa’s
aching twat, spreading the teen’s thick, tight lips with her
own throbbing cunt. Teresa groaned and thrust up to meet her
attacker. The battling girls kissed hard, tongues tangling.
Their arms squeezed tighter and Yvonne groaned into their
locked mouths as she felt an explosion of pleasure
reverberating through her compressed tits.
The women broke the kiss and lay, cheek to cheek, working
their bodies together, grinding tits and cunts, hot sweat
lubricating their sensual movements. As the battle
progressed, however, it soon became apparent that Yvonne’s
cries and moans of pleasure were growing far faster than
Teresa’s. The girl’s aching cunts slid and slapped, hot cunt
juice lubricated their writhing battle and, after a time,
Yvonne felt her engorged clit pushing out of its hood. She
thrust the hard little sex nub down between Teresa’s
cuntlips, rejoicing as it slid deep into the teens’ hot, wet
furnace. But Yvonne was also aware that, slowly and
inexorably, she was losing control of this battle. The
sexual desire of her body was building and working against
her far more quickly than Teresa’s desire was working
Suddenly, the black-haired beauty felt Teresa’s hard clit
push into her cunt. Yvonne gasped at the sudden violation,
but also at the extraordinary size of the brunette girl’s
engorged sex horn.
“Unnhhh, you little slut!,” Yvonne gasped, amazed and
enraged by this novice bitch’s sexual gifts.
“You’re the slut, fuckbitch,” Teresa moaned in reply. “I can
feel your little clit. Let’s see what you’ve got, whore.”
Yvonne groaned. She did not want to match her clit to
Teresa’s sexhorn. She could feel the girl’s power burning in
her body. She continued to writhe and grind her fantastic
body to Teresa’s voluptuous form, hoping to overwhelm the
teenage slut. But she knew that a clit to clit confrontation
was inevitable. Bracing herself, she slid her rock-hard clit
against Teresa’s matching sex.
The women gasped, then Yvonne screamed as raw electricity
shot through every inch of her sex-saturated body. Teresa
moaned, long and loud, but she gritted her teeth and held
on. She worked her hips and arched her back, driving her
clit, head to head, against Yvonne’s matching nub. The
black-haired girl screamed again. “FUCK!! Dirty cunt!” she
Teresa felt Yvonne weakening. The maid had to use all of her
concentration to fight off the exquisite sexual power
radiating from Teresa’s engorged clit into her own body.
Teresa seized the moment to slowly, inexorably, roll the
other girl over onto her back. The powerful teen quickly
took the dominant position. She spread her legs, forcing
Yvonne’s thighs further apart. She leaned forward hard,
enjoying the feel of Yvonne’s beautiful tits crushing
beneath her own. Then, aiming her clit at Yvonne’s sexnub,
Teresa began stroking her sex into the other girl’s engorged
clit, licking delicious sex tongue to sex tongue, slowly
torturing the black-haired girl with sexual pleasure.
Yvonne gasped and screamed. Her hands spread on Teresa’s
pumping ass and she held the powerful teen in place as her
clit slowly, deliciously, surrendered to the sex of the
mightier woman. The room echoed with the sound of taut, wet
cuntflesh slapping in rhythm.
“That’s it, baby,” Teresa cooed, her will still in complete
control of her burning body. “Let me fuck you, let me fuck
you good.” Her ass moved in a slow, hard rhythm, her clit
stroked and pressed and licked, sending sexual electricity
blazing through her hard body. The pleasure was delicious,
but something that she could still control.
Yvonne gasped and screamed, she bucked and heaved, but her
body slowly gave way beneath Teresa’s more powerful sex.
Finally, with a gasping heave, Teresa pressed her clit head
to head with Yvonne’s clit and crushed the other girl’s
sexhorn back into its hood. Yvonne screamed, spreading her
legs wide in absolute surrender. Teresa shuddered, but held
back her orgasm. She smiled as she watched Yvonne howl like
a banshee, as she felt her inner thighs soak with Yvonne’s
intense sexual discharge. The black-haired beauty bucked and
bridged her back, her body shuddering as the orgasmic dam
burst and a series of devastating erotic explosions rippled
through her thrashing flesh. All the while, Teresa pressed
down on her, clit to clit, the teen’s burning, massive clit
crushing and bending Yvonne’s exploding sexhorn.
Finally, the beautiful maid groaned with exhaustion, her
body spent. Teresa smiled, her own aroused sex still
unfulfilled, and rolled off of her vanquished foe. She slid
her hand onto her foe’s cunt, then bent her head to lick and
nibble at Yvonne’s swollen nipple. She rammed two fingers up
Yvonne’s wet snatch, stroking the beautiful woman’s
still-hard clit. Yvonne groaned in delight and despair.
“Who is the better bitch, Yvonne?,” the teen beauty growled,
then licked and nipped at the other woman’s nipple. Yvonne
moaned in passion.” Tell me, say it, cunt,” Teresa insisted.
Yvonne sighed, then groaned with resignation. “You are. You
are the better bitch, Teresa.”
“Yeah!” the brunette shouted, smiling. Then she mounted
Yvonne again and, sliding her cunt slickly onto Yvonne’s wet
pussy, licked and rubbed her burning clit into Yvonne’s
swelling sexnub, forcing still more delicious orgasms out of
the groaning, crying black-haired girl, stimulating herself
to higher levels of sexual pleasure until, finally, Teresa
reared back in ecstasy and injected her steaming cum deep
into her enemy’s defeated twat. She screamed and shuddered
with erotic joy, her nipples throbbing into Yvonne’s
matching nipples as her orgasm exploded in her core. For the
next few minutes, Teresa and Yvonne lay tangled together on
the mat, panting, their voluptuous bodies plastered into
one, the scent of hot sex wafting into the room. Then,
regaining her strength, Teresa pulled herself off of the
beautiful, sweaty body of the girl below her and turned an
excited sneer on Cynthia.
“I hope this slut isn’t the best whore in your stable,
The redheaded beauty smiled tightly, then rose to her feet.
“Yvonne is a very good sexfighter, Teresa. But I think it’s
clear that you have an innate ability that will allow you to
go very far. But you need to learn to temper your talents
and control yourself.”
“Well, I’m doing pretty fucking good so far!” Teresa
replied, excited by the idea that she could probably fuck
Martha into a coma right now! The blonde teacher did not
have a chance.
Cynthia smiled again, then pulled her sweater over her head.
Teresa was immediately silent. The redheaded woman was
wearing a barely-there bra, which served to restrain her
massive tits. Cynthia reached between her straining breasts
and unclasped the front-end hook, then slipped the lingerie
off. Her breasts were incredible, thick and taut, perfectly
round, caramel-brown areola topped by thick cylindrical
nipples. Cynthia’s tits hung unsupported, and seemed to
radiate sexual power. They were at least as large as
Teresa’s orbs, and seemed to glow in the sex-heated air. The
woman reached down her muscled belly and undid the waist
button on her slacks. She slid off the pants. She stood in a
pink thong, which she quickly removed.
Cynthia’s pubic hair was shaped like an arrowhead pointing
down to her cunt slit. Her pussy was naked and thick, juicy
and hot and Teresa knew that she was confronting a truly
powerful woman. Cynthia’s hips flared out then tapered into
thick, perfectly proportioned thighs and beautiful sleek
calves. Her belly was narrow and tight and her abdomen was
shaded with sculpted muscle around her narrow waist. The
woman was flawless. Her fantastic body seemed to pulse with
Cynthia gestured for Teresa to come to her. As Teresa
approached, Cynthia reached behind her head, pulled her
ponytail around to her chest, and removed the rubber bind,
letting her dark auburn hair fall free. She shook her head
out, fanning her hair. Her tits rocked magnificently, their
heavy weight and firmness evident from the way they rolled.
Cynthia smiled and purred. “I think it’s time for your first
To be continued: