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The school of sex



Patty McRae sat beside me in history class. I was in love with
her. For fifty minutes each day, I'd watch her out of the corner
of my eye. I'd see the profile of her beautiful face, watch the
gentle rise and fall of her breasts, see the sunlight halo her
golden hair.

I wanted to touch her, to feel the smooth softness of her pale
skin. I ached to have her look at me with those twinkling soft
blue eyes. I wanted her to walk toward me with that inviting,
sexy sway, the way she walked toward her boyfriend, Butch.

I might as well've been a prisoner in Albania. When you're a
sophomore geek, the high school goddess dating the senior star of
the football team doesn't pay any attention to you, except to
make your life more miserable.

"Henry, I dropped my pencil. Could you pick it up for me?" she'd
whisper. She'd be partially turned to face me. Her face would
be pleading. Somehow another button was undone on her blouse.
I'd feel my palsy return with its accompanying red heat as I
struggled to reach her pencil that was closer to her than to me.

Then something happened one day, as if the gods on high, drained
by their laughter at the poor mortal suffering mightily below,
deigned to take pity on him. It didn't appear that way at first,
for it began as the cruelest blow a teen-aged virgin can endure.

"Henry Collingsworth, are you paying attention?"

"Yes, Miss Armbuster."

"I don't think you were. Come up here and finish explaining what
I was talking about."

�No, Miss Armbuster. God, please, no. Not now.'

"Now, Miss Armbuster?"

"Yes, Henry. Now! Or do you want to go to the principal?"

"No, ma'am."

�Thank you, God, for making it go away. I couldn't stand the
embarrassment.'

I walked in front of Miss Armbuster's desk and turned toward the
thirty some faces in our class. It was a short walk because I
sat in the front row. The walk to the gas chamber is a short
walk, too, and just as deadly. Most of my class mates stared at
me with bored disinterest.

However, Patty acted interested. She'd slipped down in her chair
with her ass hanging on the front edge. Her face was devilish as
her legs slowly opened . . . and opened.

�Oh, no. Don't get hard again.'

"Go ahead, Henry."

"Abraham Lincoln was the sixteenth president of the United
States."

�Is that my voice? How am I talking about Lincoln when Patty's
legs are . . . Patty, don't do that!'

She'd closed her legs and raised her skirt high on her thighs.
She slowly opened her legs again.

�Oh, holy shit! I can see her panties! No! God, make it go
away. I'll do anything. I'll never look at a girl or masturbate
or hit my sister. I'll promise anything you want. Henry, say
something. Talk about Lincoln.'

The class burst into laughter.

"Henry Collingsworth, do you know what you just said?"

"No, Miss Armbuster. I have no idea."

"Go to the principal. Tell him what you said. Go, Henry! I've
lost my patience with you!"

�I can't walk. Not with this. They can see it anyway, but
walking'll draw attention to it.'

Stiff and humped over, I trudged from the room. The last thing I
remember before I turned toward the door was Patty's face. I
remembered that look even as the principal chewed me out and sent
me to detention.

I still didn't know what I'd said that got that Miss Armbuster so
pissed off. All I could remember was Patty's bare legs and hot
pink panties and a raging hard on I couldn't hide from sixty
prying eyes. I knew they all could see it. I knew they all
were laughing at me.


I was unbelievably sorry Miss Armbuster was angry. She was my
best teacher and worked very hard for us. She was also my
youngest teacher and almost as attractive as Patty.

Saturday morning, I was laying on my bed trying to decide if I
should join the Foreign Legion or jump a passing freight train
when my mother yelled at me, "Henry, the phone's for you."

When I answered, I heard, "Henry? This is Patty McRae." My
heart stopped and my cock leapt. Damn, that's what caused all my
embarrassment.

"Hi, Patty."

"Do you have a way to get to my house?"

"My bike," I answered. Sweat poured off me and I started to
shake.

"Listen closely, Henry," she said.

I did exactly as she said. I left immediately for her house, put
my bike in her garage and went to the back door. She was waiting
to lead me to the basement.

She was dressed in an old sweat suit and her hair lay softly
around her face. There was a twinkle in her eyes, but her mouth
was pursed sternly.

"Henry, if you ever tell anyone you've been here, Butch'll kill
you. You know that, don't you?" I nodded. "If he doesn't, I'll
cut off your nuts and make you eat them. Do we understand each
other?"

"Yes," I gasped.

"Take your clothes off."

"Wh . . . wh . . . what did you say?"

"I said take your clothes off. I want to see you."

"I can't, Patty. Please don't make me do that."

She kissed me and her hand dropped to stroke my hardon through my
jeans. Her voice was gentle when she said, "Don't be
embarrassed, Henry. That hardon's what I want to see. Come on.
I'll help you."

She knelt in front of me, unbuckled my belt and yanked down my
jeans. I ripped off my T-shirt. In seconds, I was naked in
front of a girl for the first time in my life: not just a girl,
but the goddess of my dreams was kneeling at my feet.

"Magnificent. Simply magnificent," she whispered. "Henry, this
is an unbelievable cock."

"Please, Patty, don't do that. It'll . . . "

"Shoot? That's what it's suppose to do. Henry, watch me."

She was looking up at me. Her fingers wrapped around my cock and
he throbbed, hurting like a boil. "Henry," she said in a sexy,
teasing way, "have you dreamed of this moment?"

She wrapped her lips around my cock. I felt the tingles and knew
what was coming. She knew, too. Her fingers flew on my shaft as
she sucked the head. It wasn't three seconds and Patty was
swallowing my load. She had the most sensual smile when she sat
back.

"I'm sorry," I sobbed.

She stood and held me in her arms. "It's all right. I knew that
would happen."

"I thought girls didn't like it when guys . . . "

"... came in their mouths. Some girls don't. Some girls do. I
love it." She kissed me. The kiss tasted different this time.
My cock was rising again. She stepped back. "Do you want to
undress me?"

"Yes." I wished that had been a deep manly sound rather than a
squeak.

She raised her arms. Slowly, like a sculptor unveiling a work of
art, I pulled her top over her head.

"I thought you might like to take my bra off me. It fastens in
front. Henry?" She raised my eyes to look at her face. Her
expression was caring and soft with a hint of laughter.

"We have all day, Henry. I'm going to let you explore every
part of me. I'll teach you all about sex. And, Henry, we're
going to fuck until that marvelous cock of yours can't get up."

Monday morning, I strode into Miss Armbuster's class wearing the
new cotton slacks I insisted on buying Sunday. They were the
tightest trousers I'd ever worn.

"Good morning, Patty," I said as I sat down.

"Good morning, Henry. I certainly enjoyed my weekend. How was
yours?"

"Henry?"

"Yes, Miss Armbuster?"

"Are you ready to tell the class about Mr. Lincoln's Emancipation
Proclamation?"

"Yes, Miss Armbuster," I replied in a confident, masculine tone.

I stood straight and tall before the class. My cock twitched and
started to grow. Patty was watching it. So was Emily Forest in
the third row. A cute little brunette with big brown eyes, Emily
was as shy as I was, no, as I had been. There was Sally, who was
the sophomore round heels, staring open mouthed and Jenny,
another geek, sneaking glances. With every eye on me, I stood
taller and my cock got bigger. My trousers moved and I adjusted
them for more comfortable display. Patty winked at me.

Miss Armbuster had taken my seat when I went to the front. She
was staring at my cock. She looked hungry and her tongue slowly
slipped over her lips. She tightened her crossed legs, squeezing
their center. She saw me watching her and turned bright red.

After school that day, I stopped in Miss Armbuster's room. She
was alone, working at her desk. When I came in, she glanced up
and hurriedly returned to her paper work. She trembled when she
heard me throw the bolt. I stood by her desk waiting for her to
acknowledge me. My cock was ready. Miss Armbuster struggled
with her need to look at it. Finally, without looking at me, she
sighed and said, "Yes, Henry?"

"Miss Armbuster, you're my favorite teacher and I like you very
much. I want to make you happy with me, but I really don't know
what I said in class Friday that upset you."

She pushed back from her desk. Her eyes moved to mine, stopping
on the way to stare at my cock tenting my pants.

"You said, �Lincoln's Emancipation Proclamation freed the
cocks'."

"Oh," I replied. "I know that isn't correct, but I was thinking
of something else. Miss Armbuster, may I have some private
tutoring time with you, maybe away from school in the evenings?"

She looked at me as Patty had. Now I knew what that look meant.
She flinched when I kissed her, but yielded quickly. Her hand
stroked my cock through my trousers.

"Let's start tonight, Henry. There's so much we have to cover."

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