Miss Olson taught high school biology. She was a muscular, dynamic woman. She was the only woman in town that could stand near the buxom pom-pom squad during a game and be sure that every man and boy was watching her and ignoring the short skirted, teenage girls. The pom-pom squad hated that, but they had to bow to Miss Olson's sexual power and physical superiority. Such was her magnificence, that even when the girls tried to concoct scandals surrounding her sexual exploits, no one cared. In fact they only added to her legend.
It happened that she and I shared a certain sexual tension in class. I guess it was because I knew from the start that she was so far out of my league that I didn't sweat making a fool of myself before her by admitting I was attracted to her. I was never going to get anywhere, so what was the harm?
She was 6' 4" in her spike heels, but just one inch taller than me when she kicked them off late in the day. As we students worked our experiments in the lab she walked up and down the aisles stopping here and there to make suggestions and answer questions. She always stopped at my bench even if I didn't ask her to. She would lean her hip against mine and rub my shoulders just to watch me grow hard. She never walked away until she let me know with her eyes that she saw and enjoyed the bulge in my pants.
By my senior year it was assumed by half the school that she and I had slept together. The other half hated us and refused to believe. Of course we had not. But the rumors made me the big stud on campus. A pom-pom girl was not considered a pom-pom girl until she had taken it at least two ways from me. Most girls would ask after the first sexual experience if they had fucked me as good as Miss Olson. I always answered by stuffing my cock in their mouth and saying, "Keep trying, baby. Keep trying."
Sometimes these girls would try and come on to me in Biology as if to take me away from Miss Olson, but they would only try that once. Miss Olson would step in, slip her arm around the shocked and humiliated girl and change the subject to the class lesson, all the time holding the girl close as if to make the comparison obvious - she was the superior woman.
When she let them go the girls would crawl away redfaced. Once during my senior year, after leaning her thick arm and hard tits on a particularly bold young woman until she begged to be excused Miss Olson whispered to me, "I hope I didn't interrupt anything."
"No, Miss Olson." I replied. "She'll be back later, when she doesn't have such stiff competition to deal with." And she'll be in a mood to prove herself, I thought.
"Speaking of stiff," Miss Olson's big blue eyes wondered down to my lap. My cock bulged through my pants half way to my knee. "Don't you ever give that thing a break?" And her eyes locked on mine.
I was speechless! I could hardly breath! Finally, she had actually put into words that she noticed me sexually! Her eyes sparked and she chuckled as she sauntered away. Her round ass rocked back and forth in her form fitting business suit. Her long tapered legs in black back-seam stockings ate up the floor as she reached the front of the class.
When the bell rang I mistook it for the ringing in my ears.
"Billy." She called to me as everyone made for the door. She was wearing her glasses that gave her that pretend librarian look. I adjusted my load and walked up to her desk.
"You drive to school, don't you?" she asked, very business-like.
"Yes Miss Olson."
She slid a piece of folded paper to me. "Good. My car is in the shop and I'll need you to pick me up on your way to school. Can you do that?"
My face flushed! I had driven past her apartment building a million times hoping to catch a glimpse of her through the window! Now she was inviting me there! I heard myself say, "Yes Miss Olson." Through the pounding blood in my ears.
"Good." She smiled at me. "See you then."
After she left I opened the note. It read, "You know where I live. 4:00 am. DON'T BE LATE! signed - Miss O."
Why so early, I wondered? The possibilities made my mind race! At 3:30 I was in her parking lot. (Wasn't that her car in the corner?) At 3:45 I rang her bell. She buzzed me in and called through the speaker "Come on up!"
Her door was ajar. When I peeked in I could see past her living-room, down a hall and into an open bathroom door. She stepped into view with her hands over her head holding a blow-dryer to her blonde hair. Her only garment was a narrow towel that failed to cover the bottom edge of her ass and a glimps of her blonde bush. "Have a seat. I'm just getting dressed."
I collapsed into a chair by the door and watched as she moved from the bathroom to her bedroom. She tossed the towel into the hall and hummed as she rummaged through her closet. My rod raged in my pants! All I had to do was leap to that door and I would see her buck naked! And she was doing this to me on purpose! WHY? Did she want me to take her?!? I felt so young and so confused!
Then she stepped into the hall wearing nothing at all! She placed her hands on her ample hips and asked, "You weren't thinking of peeking now were you?" in a mock scolding tone.
I couldn't take her teasing any more! I leaped from my chair and charged down the hall. She was calm and smiling as I approached. I aimed my face into her cleavage, but she side stepped at the last second and ran me smack into the wall behind her.
She turned me around slipped her hands under my arms and lifted me up, back against the wall. She pressed her breasts on to my balls and mashed my boner into her cleavage. My feet dangled high over her plush carpet.
"How sweet." she purred without the least sign of exertion. "The man-child wants me. But I think the man-child is misbehaving." And then her voice took on a darker, less friendly tone. "Mama didn't say he could touch, yet. Mama's gonna have to spank!"
She flipped me over her head and threw me into her bedroom. I landed over seven feet away on her four poster bed!
"Strip." she demanded in the dark voice. A word I had lived four years to hear from her! Why did it fill me with fear? She was an inch taller than me and out-weighed me by a good 30 or 40 pounds. She had also just proven that she had far more upper body strength and agility than I. I took off my clothes as she watched, one piece at a time. Her gaze roamed my youthful body and made me feel self-concious. My eye flicked about her bedroom. The huge four-post bed had velvet straps tied to each upright. In the open closet, next to her school clothes, were a black lace bodice, a whip, and thigh-high boots. On her dresser were handcuffs, a muzzle, a bridle, and several devices I could not identify. What had I gotten myself into?
"The boxers too! Step on it boy!" I complied. A smile cracked her stern expression as she watched my long stiff meat tick back and forth like a metronome.
"Miss Olson?" I whispered.
"Yes, my boy." She whispered back hypnotized by my rod. I noticed this and made it swing harder. She caught her breath and raised a hand to her chest, to her beating heart. I grew bold.
"We can do this nice and easy, Miss Olson. No one need ever know." I reached out to touch her shoulder.
She flipped me upside down and snatched my head up between her thighs! I screamed! "Don't kill me!"
"Baby!" She spat. "Okay. I'll play gentle." She dropped me to my knees with her legs still clamped on my head.
She flipped around and pulled my head up to her crotch. From somewhere she pulled out a riding crop. "We're going to do it all right man-child! But it ain't gonna be easy!" Then she whipped my ass hard with a crop! "Get up!" she shouted.
She was so heavy! I tried but failed. She layed into my ass with that crop and somehow I managed to lift her on my back!
| I leaped to my feet with her astride, trying to get away from the pain! But the pain followed as she whipped my ass over and over! She rode me all over her apartment. At first I bucked and lurched, driving her against walls in my blind panic. Then, as my ass became a flaming hot, tingling numbness and the lashes hurt so much that I could no longer feel them I became more tame. She began to direct me by pulling my hair one direction and then another. She directed me into making her breakfast, cleaning her apartment, making her bed, and licking her bathtub ring, all as she sat upon my back. | 
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| In this way, she rode me right into the ground. She whipped my ass a few times more, but I could no longer even twitch. | 
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As she ate her breakfast and drank her coffee she sat in front of my prostate form and let me lick her muff. Crumbs rained down on my head. But she was the sweetest thing I had ever tasted.
Eventually she went from mildly amused by my efforts, to panting, to squirming and writhing with eyes closed, to grabbing my head and mounting my nose for the ride of her life! She came through her panties and drenched them completely.
Then she pulled me up her body, and slipped my still rock hard meat deep into her sopping clam! Finally! I was on board! I grabbed her round ass cheeks and started to hump! My face dropped into her cleavage and her fleshy bosom drowned out her moans. She rocked me with her hips and lashed me with her whip, forcing me to stroke harder, faster, deeper.
I came several times before she mounted the steps to an orgasm that sent us rolling all over her floor! She nearly beat my brains out against her kitchen tile before she raised up over me, quivered, held her breath until she was blue, and then collapsed on top of me, smothering me in her flesh once more.
She just lay there sweating and panting as my air supply ran low. I managed to push one half of her left tit just far enough aside to get a little air and live! I was too much in shock to speak, but after several minutes, when she had caught her breath, she spoke.
"Did you know I'm 40 today, Billy?" I didn't answer. "That probably seems old to a kid of 18, but it's not really old. Woman don't actually reach their sexual peak until they're 35. Boys on the other hand," And here she raised up and looked into my red face, allowing me better access to air, "Boys peak at 18. Isn't that a hoot?"
I couldn't answer. I was still gulping air. She sat up and plopped her magnificent, dripping ass onto my chest, facing me, pinning me with her legs. I watched as her and my goo dripped from her quim onto my glistening young chest and neck. "Old men know all the tricks." she continued. "Don't get me wrong, Billy, I like how you eat pussy." With that she raised my head up and got me back to work on hers, lapping up our juice as she pinned me to the floor. "But old men just know a lot more tricks. What they've lost is the ability to keep it up long enough to satisfy a woman of my age. How many times did you just cum in the last two hours, Billy? 4? 5?"
She laughed down at me as she saw me try to remember. "You wont be able to do that forever, Billy boy. Enjoy it. OH! Ya! Just like I'm enjoying you." My cock began to rise again. It nudged her butt, getting her attention.
"Now that is exactly what I'm talking about! You are making me feel like the most desirable woman on earth, you horny boy!"
"You are, Miss Olson." I said. I believed it. Because of her reputation and her attention to me I had more girls after me in school than any other five boys. Now, having her hot, powerful flesh all over my face - I was in heaven!
"Good answer, Billy." She purred as she fondled my stiff meat. "Of course, any other answer and I would have stomped you so bad I would have needed a carpet cleaner to get you out of here." My heart skipped a beat. I remembered the whip and the bridle. My ass still burned from the lashing she had given me with the riding crop.
I struggled to free an arm. She saw this and lifted one leg, allowing me to use it. I stroked from her strong thigh, around her smooth hip, up her rippled belly, over her mountainous breast, just touching her distant shoulder, and down to her bulging biceps. Firm rolls of muscle hid beneath a feminine layer of softer flesh everywhere. My cock grew even bigger. My admiration grew from wonder to absolute worship. "You are so powerful Miss Olson. I've never seen anyone like you."
"I work out a lot." she explained in a whisper. Did her cheeks grow red?
She slid her clam back down and over my staff, engulfing it in hot slippery meat. She pinned my arms to the floor and did all the work, pushing my groin down one direction and my hands in another as she drove me home them coiling up and pushing down again - slow - masterful. I felt like I was on the worlds most enjoyable rack, being worked over by the friendliest torture goddess in the universe! Her orgasms were less violent this time, and mine were farther apart, but we lasted for another hour before she slid around, planted her meat on my face and took my load down her throat.
Eventually we lay silent, her almost sleeping on top of me, me struggling for enough air to live. When I heard her rustle once I spoke.
"Thank you Miss Olson." I said quietly, unable to use much air to speak louder.
"Kristi." She replied.
"What?"
She rolled off of me and stroked my wet face. "My name is Kristi Olson, man-child Billy." And she leaned down and sent her tongue into my mouth, taking me again by surprise - sending butterflies of ecstasy all over my body. And somehow she made me rise again! Stiff as new!
"Oh Billy!" She moaned. "What are we going to do with you? You have fucked this old woman to death already! My pussy can't take anymore!" I didn't dare ask for another blowjob.
"I know!" She jumped up and came back with the bridle and riding crop. She kneeled next to my stiffy and asked, "Would you like to get me back for that beating?" Before I could answer, or ask a question, she put the bridle over her head, bit in mouth, handed me the crop, and turned her slippery ass to me on all fours!
"Ride me hard, Billy! Ride me hard and put me up wet!" She said through the bit. I hesitated, in shock and getting stiffer by the heartbeat. "Do you want me to beg for it, Billy? Okay. Please fuck my ass and whip me Bill. You know I've used you bad. I deserve to be punished. Please, PLEASE, take my ass and use it!"
I crammed my cock in and found it a tight fit. Miss Olson arched her back and whimpered. I grabbed the bridle, yanked her head back and slapped her ass hard with the crop. "Hold still!" I commanded. She planted her knees and hands.
She took the rest of my strokes and whips without budging. She even pushed into them. Tears ran down her face as her ass got red and tender, but all she kept whispering through the bit in her clenched teeth was, "Yes! God! Thank you!"
After I came up her ass I reached around and made her cum using my hand. I had to hold on tight because she bucked something fierce! Not even the crop could settle her down.
And this time I rode her big ass right into the ground!
I pulled out of her ass, sat up on her back and beat off into her hair, releasing my final wad. Then I fell limp onto her back. We rested like that for several minutes before she began to stir under me.
"We'll be late for school, Billy." She said. "We better go shower and get dressed." She stood and lifted me to my feet.
I looked up into her eyes and knew we would never be here again. She had taken me just to get it over with before I graduated and went away. And to celebrate her birthday.
"Happy birthday, Miss... Kristi." I said again.
"God yes it is Billy, thanks to you." she replied. And we both limped our tired legs into the shower.