Tessa Lane

My mum had avoided the “birds and bees” Hardcore conversation by giving me a sex education text book. It was in the days before Google and Wikipedia. I read the book from cover to cover a few times. It said that semen was white. Mine seemed to be clear. The book didn’t mention precum. I didn’t realise that my body was producing precum in volumes that wet my pants like a load of semen. I thought I was having orgasms in my sleep when I wasn’t. It was my Art teacher, Jenny Christie, who taught me the pornstar difference. Ms Christie had dark brown curly hair -- almost black -- and it always looked wet. She would have been very good looking if it weren’t for an almost permanent sneer distorting her features. I couldn’t understand why a woman who was so pretty could be so angry and unhappy. I realise now that teaching teenage boys is reality enough to make anyone permanently frustrated and angry. But Ms Christie had an even bigger problem. Two of them, in fact. She was blessed with two of the biggest, roundest, most beautiful breasts I had ever seen. She also had a generous hour-glass figure, with a narrow waist and a big bum, but in those days I only had eyes for those gorgeous jugs, with the yawning brown cleavage between them and the big nipples showing through the thin fabric of her stretchy tops. From the beginning, I’ve been a sucker for big nipples. No wonder she sneered at us as we ogled and giggled. No doubt she was irritated by the older boys wolf whistling behind her back. It must have been hard to be the only woman with any sex appeal at a Catholic boys’ school. Most of the other teachers were men and the few women were older and much less attractive. No wonder Jenny Christie featured in my dreams. The sex ed book that Mum gave me said that masturbating was normal. But in Religion class, Father Shane told us that “touching yourself” is a sin. I asked Mum about it one night and she got all embarrassed and mumbled something about never having any problem adhering to Church doctrine in that regard. “But I know it’s more difficult for teenage boys. If your father was here . . .” her voice trailed off as it often did when she talked about my father. He was an alcoholic who we ran away from when I was two years old. He died a few years later and I never got to know him. It was news to me now that he was an expert on masturbation. Then she caught me off guard. “Do you have wet dreams, Andy?” I admitted, sheepishly, that I did (not knowing that I actually hadn’t had one yet). “Good!” she said, and I was a bit surprised at her reaction. “It’s okay, Andy,” she added quickly, seeing my confusion. “It’s not a sin to have a wet dream. In fact, wet dreams are God’s way of relieving boys from the temptation of masturbation.” It all seems like Irish Catholic mumbo jumbo now. But at the time it Big Boobs put the fear of God in me. I’d never had a problem with any of the ten Commandments before. But this masturbation thing was really tempting. The babe Devil would do his dirty work in my idle hands. The petite girl fisted my dick faster, aiming my cock at both of their faces. “You know you pornstar are supposed to take your dishes to the kitchen and rinse them off!” I nodded as much as his hand underneath my chin would allow me. Tears were running down my cheeks. She turned to look me in the eyes ‘ok? Ok? I think I’m stretched more than I even thought possible, but feel incredible. His beautiful cock was just poised above me, his lips ravaging my naked breasts. Hardcore Lazlo too was hiding a treasure under his hood. As she opening buttons my mouth became dry.. reality The thing still stroked its club-like member. She said. I babe think she came more than I did. She was good at it, very good indeed. Why is her fancy Big Boobs English car in front of Fields' place every night for the last two months then, huh?" Abby was facing the girl again. After the service Trevor and his son usually went home together as his wife would stay to help her father clean up the church and go over any church business with other members of the church council that needed to be sorted out. She felt like her ass hole had been ripped out.