A teacher's responsibility is a grave one indeed, for the right teacher can educate, motivate, and uplift not only the student, but the society as well.
When a teacher allows personal sexual frustrations, to become involved with the education of the young, endless problems can result And this is precisely what happened in the case of Susan Hopkins, who allowed her "good looks" and "sex hang-ups", to dominate her thinking to where she couldn't survey her situation clearly.
She refused to face that fact, that she must search elsewhere than the classroom for sexual fulfillment. And, her provocative clothes and beautiful body, instantly attracted the eye of several young boys, who then proceeded to make sexual pitches for her body.
At first, she thought she could resist these advances, but once she permitted herself to give an inch, she gave a mile, and that was how it all began. For she used her classroom for sexual purposes. And from this first "blast" as her young lover put it, she moved on to bigger, and worse sexual entanglements.
She tried to channel her urges in other directions, seeking out older lovers, hoping this compulsion for a youth in bed would vanish, and leave her alone. But, it didn't work out that way, for the more she got-the more she wanted.
Finally, she gave in to her desires, allowing her sexual compulsions to control her. With her "reasoning" dethroned, and her passions pulling her in a sexual whirlpool of lust and desire, she was drawn to her own doom as a teacher. And this tormented her, for she'd put so much into her teaching career. But, she was willing to sacrifice all to her untamed compulsions, and she paid a bitter price for her warped sexual desires.
-The Publisher
Chapter One
If there was one thing that Susan Hopkins hated, it was all of the men who had tried to get her to go to bed with them at college. She counted them as enemies, as her goal was her teacher's credentials and be a career girl. She resented her beauty, for she felt it betrayed her mental capacities. The fact that she had large bosoms, a trim waist and beautiful legs, all seemed to contribute to the male delinquency syndrome.
When she finally found herself teaching in New York City she was glad. She had heard that New Yorkers were cold, and she felt that it was just what she needed. Apparently in a small town atmosphere many of the men had become too friendly for her comfort.
The first day of class at Manhattan High School, she learned quite a bit about life.
"Students," she began, "your new teacher's name is Susan Hopkins. I am more than happy to be here as your teacher. I consider it an honor to educate the human mind."
That seemed to go over the heads of her students. The only thing that she could tell that was causing any reaction was the focus of eyes on her bosoms. This really burned her up. She hadn't gone through all that agony of obtaining a college credential only to have men marvel at the size and shape of her physical assets.
"We live in a world," she continued, "that is very superficial. People are always concerned about the exterior. They never seem to care about what lies beneath the surface."
Somehow that grabbed one boy as being a very sexy statement, for Jimmy Blair was thinging of what might lie below the surface of the beautiful teacher's vagina, and as he thought of that, his fertile young imagination could see himself sliding his rock hard cock into her. It made him so stimulated and excited that he couldn't help laughing.
"Students," she complained, "let's have none of this laughter. Education is serious busi- ness."
After the smattering of laughter, she continued.
"I'm your English teacher," she said, "and if you will listen to what I have to tell you you will never regret it. For without a good knowledge of English, you will find communication difficult."
The talk went on like that until the end of the class. However she was not willing to let one young man get by with what he had done. She felt she needed to make a scapegoat out of someone, and he seemed like the most logical person.
"Jimmy," she called out to him, "I want you to come back after class today."
"Sure I will, Teach," he smiled.
Once more there was an eruption of laughter. It really burned her up to think that Jimmy Blair was back of all of this laughter and problem that she faced. And Susan vowed that she would get. even with him.
The rest of the day swept by quickly and then came the after-class conference with the young student. He was a dark skinned Puerto Rican boy with flashing brown eyes. He was wearing tight fitting jeans. As she looked at him coming into the classroom she felt like giving him a lecture on dressing. However she figured that perhaps it was out of her depart- ment.
"I'm sorry to have to keep you after class," she said, "but you left me no alternative." "I don't mind none," Jimmy smiled. She didn't want anyone to overhear what she had to say to him so she decided she ought to lock the doors. When both doors were securely fastened she came back to him.
"Jimmy," she said, "we are here for one purpose and one purpose only."
"What's that, Teach?" the young boy smiled. "That is education," she said. "Now I don't know what your background is and I'm really not interested but there is one thing I am concerned with and it's this, attention in the classroom."
"I read you," he said, "is that all?" "No it isn't," she said, "I think you deserve a little punishment." "I'm game," he said casually. "Back in my day," she said, "we had punishment." "Your day wasn't that far back/' he chuckled. "I am older that you, Jimmy," she said, "and I will not tolerate your attitude. As a matter of fact, I think it would be only fair if I made my point right now. I will get out my ruler and give you a couple of whacks across your you-know-what." "My bare ass?" he smiled.
"That would not be a bad idea," she said.
As she spoke with him, he unfastened his buckle. Then he pulled down his pants. He pulled off his shorts and bent over the desk.
"Whack away, Teach," he grinned at her.
It was that grin that got her so angry. That smile that he flashed her, full of insolence, full of pride.
"We'll take some of that out of you," she said, as she brought the ruler down hard over his bare buttocks.
"I'm pretty thick skinned, Teach," he said, "you've got to hit it hard."
Susan gripped the ruler tightly in her hand and brought it down hard over his asscheeks. Suddenly he did feel it. The moment that she saw Jimmy wincing in pain pride filled her. She had succeeded in overpowering him and she knew it.
"Does it hurt, Jimmy?" she asked sarcastically.
"Can't feel it," he lied.
She brought it down repeatedly with hot hard strokes. Now his asscheeks were red.
"That's enough, Teach," he said, as he got up.
To her surprise, he exposed his penis to her. "Now take care of this, Teach," he said. "I want a little action."
"How dare you show yourself to me?" she demanded.
"It's your fault," Jimmy insisted, "you got me all excited."
"I did not," she said, "you .got yourself excited."
"It's our problem now," he said, "and I can't walk down the hall with a hard-on like this."
"Put your shorts on," she said glowering at him. He paid no attention to her and trapped her. With one arm around her and the other feeling at her panties he pulled them down. He massaged her mound, as she had never been touched before.
"Oh stop it," she said, "# you dare to do another thing to me, I'll scream."
Just as she said that he threw his hand over her mouth.
"Nobody's going to hear you now," Jimmy said, as he viciously thrust his penis into the teacher's vagina.
She was so enraged, that he would do something so horrifying that she wanted to scream. However as she felt the fantastic penis within her, she didn't complain, at all.
"Oh wow!" he panted. "What a good fuck."
He continued thrusting away. And she was getting more excited every moment.
"Yes," he gasped excitedly, "that's what I want. Oh baby, grab it with your pussy."
Susan discovered to her amazement that when she contributed with vigorous gripping movements of her vigina the pleasure increased for him.
"Fuck it, Teach," he told her, "fuck. Come on baby, twist your tail around."
She ground her hips around and kept him excited. The more she did this, the more excited he became.
"Fuck it," he told her, "fuck. Fuck."
Vigorously now she worked her vagina muscles over his sliding shaft. She loved the excitement of what she was receiving and looked forward to the climax. She wanted to know what it would be like when his penis had exploded within her. He took his hand off her mouth and grabbed her asscheeks.
"Oh you're tremendous," he told her. "I knew you would be. I can always tell. You're nice and tight."
"Oh Jimmy," she said, "you know we shouldn't be doing this."
"Who are we hurting?" the young boy argued, as he went on thrusting. "Nobody. You need it as bad as I do."
She was silent now, for she knew it was the truth. The wild movements of Jimmy's cock ramming in there were building her to a passionate pitch.
"Oh faster baby," he said, "faster. That's it baby, oh, ah, yes, yes. That's beautiful."
The slippery penis stabbed away as the teacher's vagina gripped it tightly.
The exciting movements of her body seemed as if they would never end. Finally the young boy felt himself juicing.
"I'm creaming," he cried in sexual ecstasy. "I'm creaming. I made it."
As his cock shot into her, she ground her hips around once more.
"Oh Jimmy," she moaned in delight, "I love that."
The passionate pleasure that he had given her ended with her own climax. Her juices merged with his as his slippery cock stabbed away.
"They'd fire me if they ever found us," she said.
"Forget them," he told her, "think of us."
As Jimmy finished his fuck the teacher looked at him. She loved the sight of his face. She loved the excitement of his lower jaw trembling and she Was glad she had done what she had done. Yet it all seemed terribly wrong. She had deliberately had very little to do with the young man, named Jeff that she cared a lot for and even though Jeff and she had had sex a couple of times, it never led to anything serious. But the wild way in which this young boy thrust his male member into her gave her a new outlook on sexual pleasure.
Never before had she been so stimulated, so thrilled by sex. As he pulled out his dripping penis he asked for a tissue to wipe it off.
The teacher pulled open her desk and handed him a tissue. Then she pulled up her panties.
"We took a big risk," she said. "If a janitor had come by we'd be in real trouble."
Just then she heard a fearful knock on the door.
"Zip up your pants," she told him hastily.
Jimmy did as she said, then she quickly opened the back door.
"What's going on in here?" the janitor asked, winking.
"I was just helping a student with homework," she explained.
"Yeah," he said in an unbelieving skeptical tone.
She didn't make any further comment or elaborate on what she was doing. It all seemed much, much too dangerous.
"Now I hope that you understand that lesson," she told him.
"Oh sure, sure I understand now," he said.
"Good," she said quietly.
After he walked out of the room, she felt alone and sad. Why did it have to happen like this? She had always wondered what it would be like to some day feel passion for a lover. And to see that it could be under such difficult circumstances, and yet mean so much troubled her. She knew that any love she could have for a student would be in the shadow and it made her fearful of the consequence.
Yet she determined not to despair. She was certain that one way or another something good would come of it. There was no one she could confide in, for no one would respect her. More than that, very likely someone would want to get her fired from her job. They'd say she was unfit to be a teacher. That's all she needed to hear. The thought of this made her sick.
She brushed such a thought aside as she brushed her hair back. Then picking up her teacher's briefcase, she left the classroom. She hurried back to the parking lot where she had left her car. She was eager to get her work done.
. However as she got in her car she unfortunately had to meet a fellow teacher who turned on with her. The History teacher, and a bachelor.
"Well hi Mr. Steel," she smiled.
"Just call me Gabriel," he said, "I don't think it would hurt if we were on a first name basis, do you?"
"Why no Gabriel," she said softly.
"Would you like to have dinner with me tonight?" he asked her bluntly.
"Well I hadn't thought about it," she said.
"How long do you have to think about such a request?" he smiled.
"Now Gabriel," she told him, "I tell you what. Maybe another time."
"But I'd like it tonight," he suggested.
"Well, alright," she agreed.
"Where will we meet?" he asked.
"Well you pick the place, Gabe," she said.
"Maybe I had better pick you up at your place," he suggested slyly.
"You're winning your way again, aren't you?" she laughed.
"One way or another," he admitted.
Finally she consented. She gave Gabriel Steel her address and he told her he would pick her up at seven.
"See you later," she smiled, as she drove off.
She wasn't eager for seven o'clock to come. She wished she could go home and have something to eat and go to bed. It bothered her no end that he had made so many suggestions. She felt sure he was after her body and the more she thought about it the more she wished she could break her date.
She decided to call him up and tell him to forget it. Checking with the information opera- tor, she quickly learned he had no listing.
Now she knew she was trapped and she had no way out. Figuring she might as well go along with it, she got dressed but she was determined she would have nothing sexually to do with him.
At seven o'clock he came promptly. Apparently, she calculated, he was bloody horny.
"Hi Gabriel," she greeted him.
"Hi gorgeous," he said, "we're going to have a good time-tonight."
"Of course we are," she said.
As he talked to her, she couldn't help admiring him. He had a muscular handsome build, and she felt sure he was married before.
"Gabriel," she asked him, "have you ever been married before?"
"I'm still married," he smiled.
"Then we're not going out together," she said quickly, seizing at this for an excuse.
"Let me finish," he said quickly, "I am married, but my wife and I are separated. We are obtaining a divorce."
"That's too bad," she said.
"No it isn't," he said, "it's the best thing. We haven't been happy together in years, so why should we torture each other?"
"Well I guess you have a point," she said.
"Of course I do," he said.
She followed him out to his car and soon they were driving down the freeway.
"Where are you taking me?" she asked curiously.
"Oh a new place," he said, "you're really going to love it. They have a nice view and it has all the atmosphere you could ever ask for."
"What's the name of it?" she asked.
"It's the Orlando," he said.
When they pulled up at the Orlando she noticed it was a beautiful place. It was on the ocean and had large picture windows with a view of the rocks and the waves crashing against them down below.
"Do you take every date to such a nice place?" she asked.
"When it's a date as nice as you are honey," he assured her. "I wouldn't think of taking her to anything but the best."
"You have a good line," she told him, "you really do. Has it been bringing you any luck lately?"
"Of course it has," he chuckled, "or I wouldn't be using it."
"That figures," she smiled.
The meal was delicious and she enjoyed it. The drinks softened her up and he decided he would strike while the iron was hot.
"How would you like to come home with me and try out my new water bed?" he laughed.
"You're awful," she said. "If I didn't know you better I'd think you were trying to put the make on me." * "I am," he said. "What's wrong with that, couldn't you feed a hungry tiger?"
"What are you talking about?" she demanded. "Do you think you can put the make on me just like that?"
"I don't know," he said, "but I intend to find out."
"You're terrible, Gabriel," she said with a teasing voice, "I don't think you have a shred of moral fiber."
"I may not have a shred of moral fiber," he said, "but I've got eight and a half solid inches that I know how to use."
"Well use them on one of your other girlfriends," she said.
He made one more pitch.
"Well baby," he said, Vou feel liberated, don't you?"
"Now that I'm not going to roll around on your water bed I do," she laughed.
He put his hand on her thigh and went on driving.
"You're going to have an accident," she said, "if you try to feel of me and drive at the same time."
"No I won't," he said. "I'm used to doing that."
"I can tell you are," she said.
"Oh sweetheart," he said, "we could have such a good time together."
"Yes we could," she said, "if I was foolish enough to go along with it."
"Is it foolish to enjoy yourself?" he demanded.
"Yes," she said, "that way it is."
She was trying to get her point across as vividly as she could, but he wouldn't let her.
"Now baby," he asked quickly, "how does that feel to your pussy?"
"You've got a nerve," she said, "feeling of me like that."
"Well how do you want me to feel of you?" he demanded.
"I don't want you to feel of me," she said. "As a matter of fact I want you to leave me alone."
"Now don't be difficult," he said, "you know I think a lot of you."
"You want to get your rocks off," she informed him flatly.
"That's true," he admitted, "but that wouldn't hurt either of us, would it?"
"It would me," she told him frankly, "because I just don't care to have sex."
"Well why don't you just lean back and enjoy it while I have a good time?"
"I don't want to," she said. "You certainly don't get the point easily. I guess a person has to use a sledge hammer with you."
"Oh no baby," he said, "if you're going to be that way about it, I don't want you."
When he used reverse psychology, it worked. She looked at Gabriel and then she decided she would have some fun too. Reaching over she let her hand slide along his cock. She felt it under his pants and it felt good to her.
"What have you got there?" she smiled, as she looked at him.
"Eight and a half solid inches of cock meat," he said.
"Are you bragging or complaining?" she laughed.
"I'm just stating a fact," he said, "a simple fact. And baby if you want a good time, let's do it right here."
"I would settle for going to your place," she said.
"Alright," he said, "we'll do that."
He parked his car in his subterranean garage, and then they went up the elevator to his place.
"Looks like you're living pretty high on the hog, honey," she observed.
"It's a nice place," he said. "We have a sauna room, golf course and some other nice things."
"You know," she smiled at him, "we might have a good time after all."
Once in his place, he instantly fixed drinks.
"You know when I'm home alone," he suggested with a smile, "I always run around in the buff."
"Well don't let me stop you from stripping," she said, "if you want to take off your clothes honey, go ahead."
"Oh it wouldn't be any fun unless you stripped too," he told her.
"Alright love," she agreed, "I'll take off my clothes."
As Susan stripped, he watched. He could hardly wait to get a load of her breasts. Once she had revealed her bosoms to him, he glanced down at her beautiful legs. He wanted to slip the panties off them, but he figured he'd better wait and let her do it.
"Do you want to pull them down?" she said. "You get a particular charge out of that, Gabe?"
"You bet," he smiled, as he walked over to her and pulled off her panties. , He smiled as he looked at her and massaged her asscheeks.
"You've got a gorgeous body, baby," he said. "They sure knew what they were doing when they put you together at the factory."
"Your cock tells me you want it pretty bad," she said teasingly.
"You bet I do," he smiled.
It didn't take him long to get his shorts off. Then he was in the nude. She liked the sight of his hairy legs and got a big charge out of the sight of his balls and his huge cock. She smiled at it as she saw it quivering and ready.
"What are you smiling at?" he asked her.
"I was just enjoying the sight of your beautiful cock," she said.
Seizing his penis in his hand, he nodded.
"I'm glad you appreciate it," he said, "I guess you women are finally coming to recognize that a man deserves some admiration too."
As he paraded toward the bedroom, she asked him what he meant.
"Simply this," he explained. "Usually all we had were naked women spread across those Playboy pages. Now they have got naked men, and that proves a point."
"What's the point?" she laughed.
"That men have some attraction too."
"Oh I always knew that," she said. "A good looking man turns me on. I like his muscular body, and particularly that big thing between his legs."
"Maybe you're liberated," he said. "Now let's get on this waterbed and have a good time."
She got on the waterbed with him and now he was eager to have his fun.
"What do you want to do?" she smiled.
"You know what I'd really like," he told her frankly, "is a good blow job."
"I don't know whether I want to get that intimate with you or not," she argued.
"You will enjoy it more with that connection," he said. "If you don't want to swallow my sperm, that's o.k. But I do like to heat it up with your mouth."
"Oh alright, Gabriel," she agreed reluctantly.
He looked at her and then he made up his mind the position he would like to have her in.
"Now Gabe," she said, "don't you order me about."
"I'm not going to order you about," he assured her, "but I do want to get you in a nice position so that you can enjoy it too."
"Thanks," she said.
He explained to her how important it was that he get the most action out of her bosoms he could.
"Now you get on your back, baby," he said, "and let me straddle your face. You're going to love having my ass over your face."
"I don't know whether I will or not," she said honestly, "I never had a man do it this way before."
"Oh you're in for a big treat," he assured her. "It's about time you began." "Alright," she agreed.
Now he was ready and eager, and she was just about as eager as he was.
"Now baby, I'm over you. How do you like my ass pressing down there?"
"I don't know whether I like it or not," she admitted.
"Feels good to me," he assured her. "I sure like those beautiful bosoms."
He was rubbing his asscheeks back and forth across her breasts. He was trying to ignite her passionately, so she would be glad to accept his dripping cock into her mouth.
"Now come on honey," he smiled at her, "take it. Inch by inch."
She was reluctant to take it all in.
"Well I'll swing the balls over your face," he smiled, "and I'll let you lick them for a while. Then you can build up taking that big cock in gradually."
As his balls swung over her face, she got an excellent view of his ass crack. To her surprise, she wasn't revolted by his body. She was just becoming familiar with a man from this angle.
"That's it," he said, quite pleased that the teacher was using her tongue on his testicles.
"Keep that up," he urged her, "Oh yes, you don't know how much I like that."
His body was vibrating with desire now as he did his thing.
The hot tongue swept over the testicles. Faster and faster now he was moving over her face.
"Oh lick those balls," he begged, "that's it. Lick them, open your mouth. Let me slip them in."
She opened her mouth and he let his balls angle in.
"Oh wow!" he gasped in glee. "That feels great to me."
The pleasure was mounting in his penis now and he was stroking it as she did her thing with her mouth on his balls.
Then he pulled away.
"Grab my ass with your hands, honey," he said, "and play with me."
She played with his asscheeks and he ceased to be the history teacher. Instead Gabriel was just a lover, a lover whose body was just a vehicle to convey emotion. And the emotion that he wanted conveyed was total love. With her teeth, with her nose and her eyes and her lips, every part of her body, she was giving out.
"Sweetheart," -he said, "I can't wait for you to wrap your mouth, around my big cock."
She wasn't going to have long to wait either, for soon the gigantic penis was even with her mouth.
"Open," he said, "open that hot mouth and take this hot cock in."
As she felt the swollen male member flipping into her mouth, she loved it. The fact that he wanted this intimate connection excited her.
She was glad that he wanted something so personal, so exciting and stimulating.
"Oh lick it with the end of your tongue," he said, "that's it. Oh I like it when you do it like that. Now baby, bear down. That's it. Faster. Now you're doing it. Oh yes!"
Her cheeks were sucking in as he thrust it vigorously to her.
"Hang in there, honey," he told her, "you're going to get a big charge out of this. Oh yes, I'm going to cream in a minute."
She was stimulated and excited by the fact of considering a big load of his juice. She could hardly wait for him to shoot into her mouth.
"Come on baby," he urged her, "that's the way. Oh yes. I want it. All the way, baby."
It wasn't going to be much longer now and he knew his balls would erupt. He wanted to shoot it to her, and feel it zipping through the length of his cock.
"Hang in there honey," he encouraged her, "yes, that's it, let me put it to the back of your throat."
She let him move the head of his shaft to the back of her throat. He massaged it slowly and trembled with the pleasure that he felt at this point.
"Oh that drives me out of my mind," he gasped excitedly. "You have no idea how good that feels, honey. Oh yes, baby, keep that up."
She continued giving him the action he wanted. Her lips were fastened tightly around his penis and her throat was open.
"Oh baby, keep that up," he said, as his balls jiggled on her chin.
She loved the feeling of his balls on her chin. Eagerly she waited for his penis to shoot off -in her mouth. She wanted to know what he would taste like. As far as letting him have the juice shooting any other way, that was out of the question. She wanted it. She wanted to swallow it, roll it around on the tip of her tongue and taste it.
"Oh sweetheart," he begged, "grab my ass. Play with it. Oh slip a finger up there."
The teacher's hot finger plunged up the other teacher's asshole. Now he was there.
"I'm cuming," he gasped excitedly. "I'm cuming! Oh gobble my juice. That's it. Get my cream, baby."
The hot penis juice surged in her mouth like a mini flood. As she did her best to taste it and gobble it some of it slipped out of the corner of her mouth. As he watched closely he got a big charge out of seeing the juice on her lips.
"Lick your lips baby," he said, "don't waste a drop of that precious stuff."
She licked her lips and this made him very happy.
"Oh baby," he told her, "that is wild. Get it all. That's it. Go girl, go."
Gladly she devoured him. When it was finally over she eased her mouth gently off the head of his shaft.
"Oh baby," he told her, "that was beautiful."
She patted his ass playfully and stroked his inner thighs.
"You're what I call a good lover," Gabriel said enthusiastically.
She was looking up at him from this angle. His cock was still hard and she loved the view from here.
"Why do you say that, Gabriel?" Susan asked.
"Because you're not afraid to go down there and love it," he said. "A lot of women are timid and shy. You don't waste time with any of that crap, you go right there and baby you would fight for it, wouldn't you?"
Susan Hopkins nodded and smiled at Gabriel.
"I guess I would honey," she said, "I didn't realize what a passionate female I was."
"Well you are passionate baby," he said, "no doubt about it. You dig sex and you're like me in that respect. I love fucking. I love it when I get a good blow job, and I'm wild about eating pussy too."
"That's good, darling," she said, "because it's about time for by pussy to be eaten."
She winked at him as she said that and tugged away at his balls.
"You still got some stuff in there?" she smiled at him.
"There's a load of it, sweetheart," he assured her.
As he looked at her lovingly she looked back at him.
"I guess we're just a couple of kids experimenting ourselves," she admitted.
"I guess so," Gabriel agreed.
Then he got off the bed and went and got a drink.
Chapter Two
When he had finished another drink he rested his head on her thighs.
"Good view from here baby," he smiled.
"You're really stimulating me looking at it," she said.
"And when I touch it," he said, "you're going to be even more stimulated."
"I'm sure I will be honey," she smiled.
She was getting excited now and she loved the fact that he wasn't afraid to give her uninhibited sexual attention. Gently his tongue licked her slit.
"Oh that feels good honey," he told her.
The hot tongue licked the vagina, then he dipped it inside.
"Oh baby," she panted enthusiastically, "you don't know what you're doing to me."
As the tongue surged inside of her she clenched her vagina closer to him.
"Wrap your sweet legs around me, baby," he said. "That's what I like."
She wrapped her legs around him, and then she put her hands behind her head and watched on a propped up pillow.
"Go to it, tiger," she said, "lunch time."
When she said lunch time he got an idea.
"I want to put something in your pussy," he said, "and lick it out."
"Oh you're terrible," she said, "what are you going to do?"
Visions of honey were flooding through her mind while he was gone. When he returned with a container of whipped cream, she had another idea.
"Now I'll just squeeze this," he told her "and we will see what happens."
He didn't take long to experiment. H[ squeezed the contents of the whipped crean container and white whipped cream spurted al around her pussy and her thighs.
"Oh baby," he enthused, "this is going to b* a lot of fun."
She nodded as she spread so he could lick he inner leg. Hastily he licked away. And dippin his tongue inside of her he vigorously thrust back and forth.
"Oh eat me, Gabe," she begged. "Eat me baby, yes, yes, baby, I love that."
Gabe continued licking and she wiggled about the bed, so much that he had to grasp her ass and hold her in place.
"Oh sweetie," she said, "I get carried away when anybody eats me."
"I can see that," he told her.
He went back there and began stabbing away viciously.
"Keep it up," she begged, "yes, yes, oh baby, I can't stand it."
The pleasure mounted every moment. It wasn't going to be much longer now and she knew it.
"Eat my box," she cried passionately. "Eat it. Yes, yes, eat my box."
Hastily he licked away and the sensations that he generated as his tongue stabbed her to climax were matched by his own passionate lust.
"That's it," she said, "get it!"
Finishing her off he withdrew his tongue. Then she caught sight of his huge cock.
"You need some more action, baby," she declared.
"Yes I do honey," he said, "and I'd like to try a different position this time."
She was really enjoying the way that he looked at sex. Like a teacher, he went to reference books for information and guidance.
"Now sweetheart," he smiled, "how would you like to get on all fours? Then I can give you a fuck you won't forget."
She got on all fours for him and he clasped his asscheeks.
"That's beautiful, baby," he told her, "just like that."
Both of them were watching in the mirror as he slowly inserted his penis behind. However, he assured her he wasn't going to give her an ass fuck.
"I just want to ram it into your pussy from this angle," he explained. "This is a great fucking angle. You can drive it in farther."
"Well it feels good just going between there," she admitted as she watched the giant sized cock slide.
Then he rammed it to her pussy from behind.
"Oh, I'm getting there," he exclaimed excitedly. "We're making it baby, yes, that's the way I want it. Keep doing it. Come on baby, faster. Twist your tail. That's what I want, just like that. Now you're doing it. All the way, lover, all the way."
With hard ramming thrusts he continued stabbing it in there and she was more excited every moment.
"Oh wow!" he gasped. "That's what I want baby. Now you're fucking. Keep that ass moving."
She ground her hips around as he continued thrusting in piston like movements.
"Fuck baby," he begged, "fuck. That's it, fuck it baby, fuck it."
The sensations continued as he stabbed away. He grabbed her asscheeks and massaged them vigorously.
"Oh it feels good to have your hot hands back there," she told him.
"I'm enjoying this too baby," he assured her.
He continued thrusting his cock into her at this angle and she reared back to meet liim.
"Stab it in there baby," she begged, "give it to me, every inch. Oh yes, fuck baby, fuck!"
Gabriel fucked Susan as she had never been fucked before. He put passion into it as she put precision into it.
"Oh sweetheart," she smiled at him, "you know just how to love me. I never had anyone give it to me like that."
He continued doing it to her, and then he felt himself suddenly juicing. Then he rammed it faster and she came too. With the double lubrication of his own cock juices as well as her pussy juices he had a super slick tunnel.
"Keep grabbing it," he begged eagerly, "that's the way I like it. Yes baby, that's the way!"
The pleasure that his thrusting tool had generated within her body had given her delight she never knew existed. As he pulled out of her and she flopped over, he began massaging her breasts roughly.
"Oh baby," she said, "you are a real stud."
"I'm glad I got to you before some of the other men on the faculty did," he said. "We've got a pretty horny crew there."
"Well some of the students look rather horny too," she laughed.
"You'd better lay off that young stuff," he warned her. "I know a lot of people have gotten in trouble that way."
"You don't have to tell me that," she said. "I would never really be attracted to a student." "Of course not," he smiled knowingly.
She repeated, "Of course not."
Then a few more words and another drink and he took her home.
"We had such a delightful time," she said, "it seemed like a holiday."
"Every day can be a holiday," he said. "When you're enjoying yourself."
"That's the truth," she said.
As he let her out he kissed her.
"Take care baby," he grinned.
"Will we get together Saturday night?" sh[ asked eagerly.
"Well not exactly, honey," he said, "I have a steady gal."
"That's nice!" she said spitefully, as she turned and walked away from him.
He laughed as he drove home. After all, why shouldn't he take advantage of her, he thought to himself. She would take advantage of him if she could.
As she went to bed that night she was outraged. She realized how difficult it was to have anything to do with anyone sexually. She had been teased and taunted and tormented into this sex episode and now she was being given a good swift kick in the ass, and she knew it better than anyone else.
She spent a terrible night and when she got up in the morning and looked in the mirror she couldn't help commenting to herself how horrible she looked. She took a hot and cold shower and tried to revive. It did help somewhat. She slid into her clothes and was ten minutes late for school. The principal saw her and commented on her late arrival.
"Well I thought you'd never make it," he said with heavy sarcasm.
"There was a lot of traffic on the freeway this morning," she said.
He replied quickly, "There always is."
Now she was hurrying to her English classroom.
"I'm sorry I'm late, students," she said. "I was delayed in traffic."
She continued the class and it seemed as if the way swept by until Jimmy BJair was in her third period class.
"Hi Teach," Jimmy smiled, as he walked over to her.
"Hi Jimmy," she said nervously. "Can I see you later Teach?" he looked at her.
"Yes you can," she said. "But don't make everything so obvious, if you know what I mean."
He winked making everything much too obvious.
At this point she was so uptight about everything she didn't care.
"I saw him wink at you," a little girl said in the front row.
"You didn't see anything," she told her quietly.
"Oh yes I did," the girl insisted, "you didn't fool me none."
She hated the way this little girl was trying to make something big out of everything. Nevertheless she controlled herself as she realized she would get in trouble if she tried to make an issue out of it.
As the day progressed she was beginning to feel uptight. Then Jimmy came in after school was over and suggested with a happy smile, "Why don't you and I get together on Saturday night?"
"Oh that would be impossible," she said.
"Why would it be impossible?" he asked.
"Well it would," she insisted.
"You know we could have a lot of fun Teach," he smiled at her.
"Could we?" she asked earnestly.
"Sure we could," he said.
Just then the janitor came in the door. She gave him the high sign and he knew what it meant. He walked out of the room and she followed him down the hall. The janitor came out and watched them.
"Oh hi," he smiled at her.
"Hi," she said, as the janitor looked at her.
Realizing that it would be impossible to carry on a conversation she told Jimmy, "Meet me outside in the parking lot later."
She knew how difficult it was going to be and she was bugged. Nevertheless when she met him in the parking lot and he looked at her with those big hungry eyes it all seemed worth the waiting.
"Jimmy I have written my address on a piece of paper. Just follow it and we'll get together Saturday. But whatever you do don't let anybody know. If they found out about it it will be the end of everything for me."
"I won't talk none," he said. "I know when to keep my mouth shut. I don't want to share you with anybody."
As she rode home that night she had a sense of relief. She was delighted to think that she would have sexual relations when she needed it and more than that, Jimmy seemed like a wonderful kid.
When he came to her place on Saturday night she was dressed in a blue negligee.
"Gee, do you ever look gorgeous," he observed.
"Oh just something I slipped on," she said nonchalantly.
"Don't fool me nune," he said, "you were fixing up for me."
"Maybe I was," she agreed.
Jimmy didn't waste any time in getting down to business.
"Well let's have some good times," he said. "What would you like to do first?"
She was sitting beside him on the sofa and she was stroking her hand over his crotch. His penis was bulging his pants and she loved the outline of it.
"Why don't you unzip my fly and do me?" he asked.
"Would you like that?" she winked.
"You bet your hot mouth I would," he. teased.
The teacher unzipped his fly and fumbled around in his shorts for his cock. She had so much difficulty getting it out, that finally Jimmy decided the best way for him to do would be to stand up, unbuckle his belt and let his pants fall along with his shorts. When he did that she got a look at him, balls and all.
"Oh I like the sight of that cock," she said, "it really turns me on."
"Well just the thought of having sex with you, baby, turns me on," he said passionately.
She was stroking his rock hard cock and toying with his balls as she tugged at them. "I'm going to lick your balls," she smiled. "Oh that would be groovy," he told her. The teacher got on the floor and began licking at his testicles. He loved the sight of her there as he could see her cleavage. As he saw her breasts jiggling up and down as her mouth worked over his testicles, he got more and more stimulated.
"Come on baby," he exclaimed, "do it. That's it. Pull the meat."
With her hand grasping his penis, she worked it vigorously and then she let her tongue lick all around the balls. At the same time she would use her finger movements to excite his ass. He loved the sensation of her fingers sliding all around his asshole.
"Oh," he gasped excitedly, "blow me."
With that invitation, the teacher bowed her head over his penis. Slipping her mouth over it smoothly, she began vigorously loving him.
"Oh I dig that," he said, "that's fantastic. Come on, baby."
He was giving her just what she wanted now and he was so excited he could hardly stand it.
"Come on baby," he said, "do it."
She worked her mouth over it and he got more and more turned on.
"That's the way I like it," he said, "that's beautiful. Yes baby, all the way."
As the mouth moved up and down the penis shaft, he became so stimulated that she had to grasp his thighs and hold him there.
"Oh I got so excited I'm wiggling all over the sofa," he told her. "I can't help it. You don't know how good that feels to me."
She wasn't listening now, she was lost in lust. And the gigantic cock was stabbing in and out.
"Gobble it baby," he told her, "gobble it."
The pleasure was mounting every moment now, as she built up a suction. Her tongue slid over the slit. She nibbled lightly with her teeth and he became more and more stimulated.
"Oh honey," he gasped excitedly, "that's too much. Keep it up."
It seemed as if the sensations would never end, and she was giving him such a wild workout.
"Go down all the way," he said.
She let her mouth slip down to the base of his cock. As she gazed at his balls, she became hotter for it.
"Come on," he urged, "that's wild baby. Yes, that's what I like. Come on."
She was becoming more and more stimulated. The pleasure that he enjoyed now was creating all sorts of sensations within him. The super delight that he was experiencing was bringing him to the juicing stage.
"Gobble it," he said excitedly, "gobble it!" She could taste the juice out of his cock as it started to surface. She held out as she wanted to make the pleasure last. As long as his cock was thick and pulsating, the pleasure would persist. However she realized that the moment he got his gun off it would all be over, and she wanted it to last. Therefore she-made her mouth movements slow down.
"Ah baby, you're driving me out of my gourd," he gasped excitedly.
She began fingering his balls and then she slid a finger up his tight anus. He gripped it with his anus muscles, and she thrust it slowly back and forth. Her head continued bobbing on his cock until he finally erupted in her mouth..
"I'm cuming," he gasped excitedly, "oh baby, I made it." The hot white cream shot out of his cock.
She gulped.
"That's it, baby," he panted excitedly, "take it all. Yes baby, that's the way, that's how it's done." Finishing him off she moved off him. "Oh wow!" she told him, "What a good time we had."
"Sure we did baby," he told her, "we really did."
She was glad in a way that she had had her fun with him. Yet she was worried. She realized that she was getting sucked into more sex all the time. However she didn't regret it to the point where she wanted to give up her affair with the student. Yet the next week when the Girls' Vice Principal called her into her office she had some double thoughts about sex with students.
"Miss Hopkins," the Girls' Vice Principal began, "I have been having some rather disturbing reports about your classroom."
"Why what do you mean?" she asked innocently.
"I mean this," she said, "some of the girls complained that you favor the boys."
"That's absurd," she said angrily. "There's not a grain of truth in it. I certainly hope you don't believe them."
"I don't know who to believe," the Girls' Vice Principal said. "But I know one cannot be too careful. The janitor is one of our persons who helps us."
"What do you mean?" she asked, as she vividly recalled the time that she and Jimmy were locked in the room and having sex as the janitor went by.
"The janitor here," she said, "reports to us. He tells iis of any irregular activities. It is primarily for students who want to use the classroom for sex."
"Oh I see," she said, feigning innocence. "You mean that does happen here?"
"All the time dear," she said, "it is developing into quite a big problem."
"Well I imagine that it would," Susan said quickly. "I don't know what the world is coming to. You know there are men on the faculty who want to play around with me too. Some of them are married men of course. I won't have anything to do with them."
"Of course," the Girls' Vice Principal said. "A word to the wise is sufficient."
The way that she said it made. her blood run cold.
She dismissed herself quickly saying that she had to get to an appointment and then she got out of there. As she went to her parking spot that night Jimmy Blair approached her.
The moment she saw him she turned and looked back at the school building. Sure enough the -Girls' Vice Principal was standing there smiling as she looked at her meet Jimmy.
"They're watching us," she warned him, "You'd better call me at home. I can't say another word."
"But it's important," Jimmy persisted.
"It will just have to wait," she explained. "I'm sorry, Jimmy."
Indeed she was sorry, as she liked Jimmy very much.
She got into her car and drove home. Then Jimmy phoned her.
"What is it, Jimmy?" she asked him.
"I just want to tell you about a great idea I had," he began.
"What great idea?" she asked.
"How would you like to have two guys instead of just one?"
"I don't go for that sort of thing," she said quickly. "I care for you, Jimmy, but I'm sure I wouldn't care for your friend."
"Aw, come on Teach," he said, "you would have a good time with him. He has a cock that won't quit. Nine inches long."
"That's no way to talk to me, Jimmy," she said quickly. "And I think you know better than that."
"What's wrong with it?" he demanded. "When we discuss women we talk about how big their breasts are. We discuss what their waists are like and what their legs look like, and don't think we don't talk about their pussy being tight."
"It may be alright for you," she said, "Because you are a man. Men seem to like to discuss the details of a woman's body, however I absolutely forbid you to approach me with dimensions of the male member of one of your friends."
"Oh cool it," he said, "you would enjoy him."
She was about ready to hang up when Jimmy said something that she would remember as long as she lived.
"You can't refuse me," he said quietly.
She gulped nervously her lower lip quivering as she felt her blood running cold as she got in a sweat.
"What do you mean I can't refuse you?" she demanded.
"Just that," he said evenly. "You can take it any way you like to."
"There is only one way to take what you're telling me," she said grimly. "You are implying blackmail."
"How did you figure that out?" he chuckled.
"It wasn't very difficult," she said, "and I really am ashamed of you to think that you would stoop so low."
"Well a guy has to get his rocks off and I just had to use some kind of pressure."
"It won't work," she said quickly.
"You don't like your job very much, do you Teach ?" Jimmy chuckled.
"You are a sonofabitch," she said angrily.
"I can shorten that for you honey," he told her tartly, "You are just a bitch."
"After all I've done for you," she said.
"You've used me," he said, "you've used my mouth. You wanted some good solid cock meat, and you figured you'd get it off one of your students. You figured I'd beg on my knees and crawl to your pussy and worship it like I was at a shrine. Well you're wrong. I'll get your ass when I want it, any way I want it. Understand?"
Now she'was so outraged she hung up on him. The moment she hung up on him she knew she had done the wrong thing. Jimmy had told her the truth. She was in no position to refuse him anything. And no one knew this better than her.
Frightened for fear of what was going to happen next she tried to call him back but when she got his home number his mother informed her that Jimmy wasn't at home.
"Is there any message?" she asked.
"No," she said, and as she hung up she heard the mother ask, "Who is this?"
She was glad that she had hung up as she didn't care to involve herself any deeper than she was already into this sticky situation.
When a knock came a few moments later her heart sank. She didn't want to answer the door. Finally she did.
"Well," she said, "Mrs. Murphy. I didn't know you were coming around."
"We like to pay visits on our faculty," Mrs. Murphy said. "So I thought it was about time your Girls' Vice Principal paid you a personal call."
"Well that's awfully nice of you," she said, "it really is."
"Is there any particular reason?" she asked her, "Why you are dropping around?"
"No there isn't," she said. "We're just trying to get better acquainted."
"That's nice," she said.
As she sat down on the sofa, she began looking about the room.
"Could I get you something?" she asked her.
"Well you could if you wanted to," she said. "I'm a little thirsty."
Instantly she thought that she might be checking out whether or not she drank.
"I don't have any liquor in the house," she said. "I just have fruit juice or soft drinks."
"You can give me the fruit juice," she said. "I'm reducing. Grapefruit would be fine."
She fixed her a grapefruit drink, and then they talked. It was small talk and all the time she had the feeling she was prying. Finally she simply stated that she had to drop around to a couple more teachers before the night was over and she had to leave.
"Well I'm sorry you have to go/' she lied. "It's been nice seeing you."
"Yes," she said, "I enjoyed our little visit too. And if you will just remember what I told you about not getting too close to students I'm sure we will all be better off."
She was delighted when she was gone. About ten minutes later someone was at the door again. But this time when she answered it, she got such a jolt she was numb.
"Jimmy what are you doing here?" she asked.
"I thought I would bring my friend over to meet you," he said. "Meet Craig."
"Glad to meet you, Craig," she said as she shook the hand of the husky looking black boy.
"You sure have a nice place here," he said. "Yes, real nice."
"Well I'm glad that you like it," she said.
As they continued talking she couldn't help admire him. He was a handsome young man, and he began telling her about his sports activities.
"You should see me out there on the field," he chuckled. "I imagine you are quite a man," she said.
"Do you want to see?" he winked.
"Now take it cool," Jimmy told him. "She isn't used to men getting that forward."
"I'll bet if I unzip my fly that teacher would know what to do with my cock."
"Craig," Susan said, "you take an awful lot for granted, don't you?"
"When you're well hung like I am, you can afford to take things ior granted."
He no sooner said that than he began unzipping his fly. Reaching in, he grabbed a hold of his penis and he presented it to her.
"How about that?" he smiled.
"I will say one thing for you," she told Craig. "You aren't shy."
"Why should I be?" he demanded. "I'm proud of my cock."
"Well I can't say I blame you," she said. "That cock is super."
She was getting stimulated just looking at him and he was getting a big charge out of watching her get excited.
"Why don't you get on your knees in front of me," he asked her, "and start doing me?"
Susan Hopkins moved over to him and dropped to her knees. She pulled the huge black male member to her mouth. She let her hot pink tongue lash its black head.
"That's it," he told her, "give me a good blow job."
Her head bobbed up and down over his cock. He became more excited every moment.
"Yes I like that," he told her, "that feels fantastic. Keep it up."
She continued moving her mouth up and down his cock as he guided her head.
"Play with my balls," he insisted.
She reached inside his shorts and began massaging his testicles. He loved the sensations that this was creating. "Oh yes," he told her, "this feels fantastic."
As she felt his balls she could see them swelling. She loved the taste of him and she could hardly wait to have him shoot it off.
"There's a lot of white cream in that black cock," he smiled, as he looked down at her.
"Yes baby," he panted, "that's what I want."
He was so excited now that she slid her mouth off him and suggested coyly, "Let's go into the bedroom."
"Why don't we all go in there and take off all of our clothes?" Jimmy Blair suggested.
Susan agreed. Together they walked into the bedroom and slid out of their clothes. As the teacher peeled off her panties, both young boys were watching eagerly.
"That's what I call a good pair of knockers," the black boy smiled, as he walked over to her and bent over.
Suddenly she felt his hands vigorously play- ing with one and pinching the nipple. At the same time he was letting his tongue lash over the other nipple. Now Jimmy Blair decided to get into the act. He dropped to his feet and plunged his tongue into her pussy when Craig told him, "Get away. She's my woman. You want to watch, that's alright, but I'm going to have her first."
"Well you don't have to be so rough about it," Jimmy complained.
Susan decided that she'd better walk over to the bed now. As she sat on the edge of the bed, Craig came over too.
"Now baby," he said, "I want to sit on your face. I want you to lick my black butt."
"Oh I don't lick ass," she explained. "I've never done it and I won't do it."
"Well that's disgusting," he said. "I've always had women who eat ass."
"Well that's not my specialty," she said, using some psychology on him.
"Well what is your specialty?" he demanded.
"Well I would say I really rate at giving blow jobs," she said.
"Well I sure hope so," he told her, "because that's what I dig."
He straddled her now and she felt his firm round behind sitting on her breasts. She liked the feeling of him doing this.
"That feels good to me," she told him.
"Glad you like it Teach," he smiled. Now he was getting more and more turned on.
"Keep it up," he told her, "that's the way I like it. Keep going, baby."
The pleasure was building every moment now as Craig fed her his cock.
"Take every inch in," he smiled, "and then I'll slide it down your throat."
As he pumped his hot penis to her, with piston precision movements, she became intoxicated with his body.
"Lick it," he begged her, "lick that cock baby, now you're doing it baby, I love it."
He would pull it out and let her tongue lash away at it. He was becoming more and more stimulated every moment.
"Yes baby," he begged her, "that's what I want. That's it baby, keep it up."
She bowed her head low over his big black cock and she was enjoying every second of it. Her other young lover was enjoying it too. As he sat on the sidelines watching, his cock was becoming more rigid every moment. There was nothing he wanted to do more than seize his penis and play with himself, but he figured in front of her it would be wrong. Wrong because she could take care of it so much better a moment or two later.
"Oh I'm going to shoot that black cock in a minute," he panted excitedly. "You're going to get a load of juicy white cum, baby."
It wasn't going to be much longer now and this was what he knew. He could hardly wait for that moment when the penis would spurt.
"Oh gobble it," he gasped, "get it baby. That's it, go get it. Faster baby, faster."
She was building up a suction at the head of it now as she wanted to taste his cream. Judging from his swelling black balls she could tell that it wouldn't be much longer.
"Keep it up," he begged her excitedly. "Yes, that's what I want. Keep it up."
Suddenly he juiced in her mouth. As the thick cream spurted from his black cock, she gulped.
"Oh," he groaned in delight, "beautiful baby. That's it. Oh love it."
He was excited as he had never been excited before. The delicious sperm tasted good to her. She loved it.
"Oh take it baby," he begged, "take it."
She took it and he was glad to give it to her.
When she slid her mouth off his cock, she licked down the underside and then let her tongue trace along his black balls.
"You're good Teacher," he said. "You ought to be teaching sex."
"I guess I could teach that alright," she agreed.
Now Jimmy Blair looked at the teacher.
"How about me next?" he asked.
"You will just have to wait a minute, Jimmy," she said. "I'm finishing with him."
She went on patting his ass and then she massaged them.
"Well I'm glad you will rub it if you won't lick it," he told her, "because that feels real good to me."
"I'm glad you enjoy it," he said. "It gives me so much satisfaction to have sex with some one who enjoys it so much."
"Well I enjoy it sweetheart," he assured her.
Now Susan knew she had to get something to drink, but Craig wanted to smoke.
"Those are unusual looking cigarettes you have there," she told Craig.
"They are kind of funky, aren't they?" he smiled.
"Give me one of those nice cigarettes," his buddy Jimmy asked.
"Alright," he said, "you shared your woman with me, I'll share my weed with you."
"You're smoking grass," the teacher observed at last.
"I'll smoke to that," Jimmy laughed, as he took a deep puff of the marijuana.
"That's terrible," she said. "You boys shouldn't be smoking grass."
"We shouldn't be fucking our teacher either," Jimmy reminded her.
"Well that's true," she said. "But I'm sure that having sex with me would cause you less problems than smoking grass."
He looked at her and with a warning in his voice told her, "Smoking grass could cause you less trouble than sex with both of us. Just think that over."
She thought it over quickly and realized that what she did by herself would be one thing, and at the same time she recognized that what she did with someone else especially a student, could be deadly as far as her career was concerned.
"What are you thinking about?" Jimmy smiled.
"Oh nothing," she said, "just nothing."
"You wouldn't be thinking about the principal?" he smiled. "Or that real funky Girls' Vice Principal?"
"Of course not," she said. "I just tend to my business and I don't get involved."
She drank her booze quickly and she realized what a difficult predicament she was in. It was obvious to her that it gave Jimmy a lot of fun to keep her on an anxious seat.
"Did you ever get booted out of any school before for having sex with some of your students?" Craig asked her bluntly.
"Certainly not," she said. "I would never think of having sex with my students, not until recently."
"I converted her," Jimmy said proudly.
"Well I'm glad you did," Craig said happily, "because that gave me a chance to get a piece of ass."
"Is that the way you guys look at it?" she asked. "Don't you put more feeling, more love into it?"
"A piece of ass, is a piece of ass, is a piece of ass," Craig chuckled.
"There's good and bad ass too, isn't there?" she said.
"Oh yes," Craig agreed quickly. "Some ass is loose. You call that a loose goose fuck. I don't care for that either."
"How would you rate me?" she smiled.
"I put you in the top class," Jimmy laughed. "You've got the greatest piece of ass I've ever fucked. Nice and tight and you sure know how to grind it." "Jimmy," she said, "you pay me the nicest compliments."
"Well it's the truth Teach," he said. "I've fucked around a bit and I know a good fuck when I find one."
"Well I can't wait to slip my shaft into you," the black boy said. "And you're going to like it too. Women go crazy about my cock."
"Well those nine inches of solid black cock look good to me," she smiled at him.
Chapter Three
It was becoming more and more evident to Susan Hopkins that she ought to transfer her teaching post. She went to the Girls' Vice Principal and asked her how she should go about requesting a transfer.
"Why do you want a transfer?" she said. "The same frustrations and problems you face here you'll find in another school."
"I realize that," she said. "But I just think it would be better for me to transfer."
"Well if you really want to, of course," she said, "you can do so. I don't want you to stay here if you don't care for it."
"Thank you so much, I really appreciate your concern," she said.
She handed her the form of resignation and she looked them over quickly.
"I'll take these home and sign them and bring them back to you," she told her.
"Where do you want to transfer, Miss Hopkins?" she demanded.
"I really don't know," she said. "Anywhere out of here."
She left her and the Girls' Vice Principal didn't encourage her to stay. When she- went home that night Jimmy Blair phoned her.
"Hello Jimmy," she said sadly.
"I was just thinking I might drop around Teach," he said.
"I wish you wouldn't," she said.
"Why not?" he told her. "Don't you want to ball with me anymore?"
"Jimmy," she said, "do you ever think of anything besides sex?"
"Is there anything else worth thinking about?" he said sullenly.
"Plenty," she assured him. "If you would clean up your mind."
"Maybe I don't want to," he told her.
"Why don't you go out with some gal your age?" she asked him.
"That's an idea," he suggested. "I could bring a chick over and have her watch you."
"Watch me?" she asked.
"Yes," he said, "if she could watch you lick ny cock, maybe she would do it better for me." Susan was angry now.
"You've got a nerve suggesting something like that," she said.
"We'll be right over Teach," he told her, "I'm going to bring my girlfriend with me."
Susan was enraged.
"No you won't," she told him flatly. "I won't tolerate that."
He paid no attention to what she was saying, but told her emphatically, "I'm going to do what I want to do. Understand?"
"No I don't understand you," she insisted.
She hung up on him and she hoped that was the end of it. However about half an hour later she heard a knock on the door. She answered it. There stood Jimmy Blair with a girl.
"Meet Cathy," Jimmy winked.
"I hear you're a real swinger," Cathy said.
"I hope you don't believe what you hear," the teacher said.
"Jimmy doesn't lie," she giggled.
"I don't know why you came over here tonight, Jimmy," she said. "Because I don't intend to get involved in anything."
"Now don't be ridiculous," he smiled at h3r. "We can have such a good time."
"Forget it," she told him. "I'm not going to get involved with you."
Even though she was speaking this way, she knew that she would.
"Oh you've got to show me what you do for him," the girl said eagerly.
"Cathy," Susan said, "it really hurts me to see him bring you here to be disappointed. I've never been involved with him sexually, and I wouldn't think of doing anything with him."
All at once Jimmy Blair pulled out a package of some pictures.
"What are those?" the teacher demanded.
"They're some beautiful pictures," he smiled. "I thought you might be interested in seeing them."
As she looked at the pictures with him, he was smiling.
"There you are having sex with that nice black guy I brought over here."
"Jimmy you're terrible," she told him. "Terrible."
"No I'm not," he said, "I just like to have a good time. Why don't we all take off our clothes and we'll have some fun."
"Will you blow him?" the girl asked.
"I won't do anything," she said.
She thought about it a long time and then she realized she was to teach her a craft.
"This is the last time," she said. "I mean it Jimmy, I'll never again do anything with you sexually. You've had it."
"Well I want to get it once more," he smiled.
Nevertheless Jimmy continued undressing. As she looked at him she got all the more disgusted.
"It's awful of you to parade around here without any clothes on," she said angrily.
"Get set Teacher," he said, "because you're going to take care of me."
Even though she was determined that she wasn't going to do it she realized she had to. It was either that or have the photographs used against her.
"Come on Teach," he smiled eagerly, "let's get cracking."
It didn't take him long to get his clothes off. Then he stood there with his huge cock and balls.
"Isn't that beautiful!" he smiled. "I think it is."
The pleasure was building now and he could hardly wait.
"Come on baby," he said, "get your clothes off."
It didn't take Cathy long to strip. She had big bosoms with large red nipples. It was easy for her to see why he got such a charge out of her. Also the teacher observed her box was shaved.
"You see Cathy shaves her box," he smiled. "That's what you ought to do."
"You look real juicy Cathy," the teacher said sarcastically.
"Thank you Teach," she said, "maybe you can learn a few things from the younger generation."
"Maybe I could," she said, as she slowly pulled off her panties. "Why don't you shave it off right now ?" the girl asked eagerly.
"No," she insisted, "I wouldn't want to."
"Jimmy," Cathy said giving him the eye. "Why don't you have her do it?"
"Oh alright," Jimmy said, "where's the razor Teach?"
"Don't I have any say-so?" she asked.
"Not much," he told her frankly.
He fumbled around her medicine cabinet and he looked at her electric razor. Then he happily went back to the other room and began shaving her mound.
"I'm going to shave your pussy," he smiled at her. "How do you like that?"
"I don't," she exclaimed. Nevertheless the student had her put her legs on the bed and then he went to work shaving her.
"What a pretty pussy," he smiled, as he worked the razor back and forth.
Soon he had her shaved. Then he told her, "Lie on the bed and let me look at you."
She lay on the bed and then he got a good look at her. He enjoyed glancing at her pussy close up.
"Isn't this pretty?" he smiled. "Maybe I should eat your pussy first Teacher."
He wanted his girlfriend to watch him and she didn't seem to mind.
"Cathy," he smiled, "are you getting jealous of me?"
Cathy looked at him and assured him she wasn't.
"You can do anything with her that you want," she said, "but anything she can do I can do better."
The teacher gave her a withering glance as she spread her legs for her young student. The young student then began going to work. Burying his head in her mound he let his hot tongue lick around her slit. Finally she had to admit it felt good.
"Oh keep that up," she begged, "keep it up."
The pleasure built in momentum now as the hot tongue stabbed away carefully licking the velvety vagina walls.
"Keep it up," she begged, "yes, keep that going."
It wasn't going to be much longer now, he knew.
"Yes baby," he smiled, "shove your pussy right up to my face."
When he was embracing her tightly he got his tongue going. As the pace quickened she pushed forward.
"Eat me," she cried as she lost her inhibitions.
"Eat the pussy," she said, "eat it. That's it. Just like that. Eat my pussy. Oh, ah, yes, yes. Eat my mound!"
The young boy wasted no time letting the tongue effectively slide inside of her. He was enjoying the sight of her, the aroma of her. And he could hardly wait for her to juice.
"Lick it," she cried excitedly, "lick my pussy. That's it, lick me, Jimmy, lick me."
Jimmy's tongue worked in piston precision movements. Then he nibbled with his teeth on her clitoris and she juiced in his face. The hot white spray surged into his mouth and he gulped.
"Get it all," she cried, "eat that pussy. That's it baby, eat that pussy."
He didn't stop for a moment until he had finished. Then pulling his tongue out of her pussy, he looked up at her.
"You tasted mighty good," he said. "I think shaving your box improved the piece."
"Oh Jimmy you're impossible," the teacher laughed. "Now baby I'll take care of you."
Cathy who was sitting on the edge of the bed commented.
"Well this should really be something-/' she said, "a teacher reduced to this."
"I don't look on it as being reduced to anything," she said.
Instantly he was straddling her. As his ass rested on her breast she reached her hands out and stroked him.
"This is good," he said. "I sure love the feel of my ass on your bosoms."
He was aiming his cock at her mouth and she suggested that she lick his balls first.
"So you like to lick them?" he smiled. "Sure you can lick me if you want to."
He was enjoying it now, as the hot tongue swept over the testicles, and his penis began juicing.
"You'd better take this quickly," Jimmy panted. "Because I don't want to unload all over your forehead."
Cathy who was watching commented on this.
"That's going to be a sight to see," she said. "So you're the best blow job artist in school."
The teacher let her tongue lick along the student's cock. He pulled it back and forth as he loved the sensations of her tongue lashing at the underside. Then grabbing her head he guided her as he thrust forward.
"Take this baby," he said, "and this."
Inch by inch he got himself into her.
"Oh yes baby," he panted as he pushed for- ward, "that's beautiful."
The pleasure that had been generated was increasing every moment.
"You sure would have to have a big jockstrap to hold that cock in now," his girlfriend observed.
"Isn't that the truth," he laughed. "I guess I'm longer than a lot of guys."
Just then he stabbed the teacher's mouth with his penis. As he did so she grabbed the head of it. Fastening her head on it she began building up a smooth suction.
"Oh that feels real good," he told her. "Really it does."
The pleasure was building now and he could hardly stand it. The girl was enjoying it so much that she moved in closer to watch.
"Now that's the way I want you to do it," Jimmy told Cathy.
Cathy smiled.
"I think she enjoys it," she said, keeping her eye on her.
"I know she does," he assured her. "That's why I keep feeding it to her inch by inch."
He continued stabbing it and then the teacher gripped his ass. She let her hands wander around his asscheeks as he stabbed.
"Oh yes," he panted, "that's the way to go. Oh baby, do it!"
The pleasure mounted every moment. He could hardly stand it now as she continued with it. In knife-like movements the hard cock stabbed in there.
"Oh eat me," he cried, "eat me."
"You're expected to eat that stuff?" Cathy said.
"I don't know."
"Sure I do," he told her. "That's half the pleasure of it. I want you to gobble my juice."
"That's asking an awful lot, isn't it?" she said.
As he continued, the teacher's hands were all over his buttocks. She was pinching, kneading it and playing with it.
"Don't bruise my ass," he said. "You are getting pretty rough with it."
As he went on stabbing away he fed it harder down her face. Then he let the head of it leap down her throat. His balls were bouncing on her chin, and Cathy observed herself feeling hot as she saw the unleashed passions.
"Oh she's good at it," Cathy commented. "She really is. I give credit to any woman who can do that so effectively."
The pleasure mounted now as she enjoyed it more and more.
"Oh yes, yes," she gasped excitedly. "That's what I like. Oh wow!"
The pleasure was building and building. She knew that it couldn't last much longer yet she wanted it to. She loved the sight of the huge shaft sliding in and out of her mouth. She liked the feel of his buttocks. And now he was ready to spurt his semen into her mouth.
"Keep it up," she begged. "Yes, that's it. Keep it up."
Suddenly as he got hotter he stabbed it deli-ciously and then with a hard ramming drive he shot his gun off.
"Oh wow!" he panted as he moved forward.
His balls were on her chin now and his cock was plunged all the way in. Her hands gripped his ass and she held him there.
"Oh wow!" he gasped in delight, as he finished unloading his sperm.
His girlfriend Cathy marvelled. She could hardly believe that anything could be that fantastic.
"I've really got to hand it to you Teacher," she told her. "When it comes to blow jobs you're the best."
"I guess I'm getting a reputation," the teacher said.
Now the girl looked at his cock greedily.
"I wonder if there's any more juice left in those balls for me," she smiled.
"Oh I'm sure there is," she told her. "Why don't you try?"
"A good idea," she agreed.
Now she was ready for action. Immediately Susan Hopkins thought she would instruct her on the best way to get a throat fuck.
"I've always found dear," she smiled, "that when you get below the man it's better. Why don't you lie in the center of the bed and let him straddle your face."
"Alright," she said, "like this?"
Cathy rolled over on her back. It didn't take her young lover long to straddle her.
"Oh your big juicy cock is coming up," she looked at him excitedly. "Isn't that super!"
"I'll say it is," he smiled down at her.
She let her tongue lick along the underside of it, and then she saw his balls swaying over her.
"One thing that a lot of guys like," the teacher suggested, "is a little ass lick."
"I'm not going to suck ass," she objected.
"I'm not referring to an ass suck," the teacher explained. "I'm saying just grab the ass and lick it. It gives the guy a lot of fun, and it's fun for the dame too."
He moved forward and told her, "Go ahead, suck my ass, honey."
Cathy wasn't too high on the idea. However, when she saw how enthusiastic he was to get his ass licked, she thought she might as well. Grasping his asscheeks she let her tongue slide away around the buttocks. This stimulated him no end.
"Oh yes," he panted. "That is beautiful." The pleasure built in her, as she realized he was getting so stimulated by a little tongue lashing in this intimate area. As she saw his balls swaying she moved from one buttock cheek to the other. She thought it might indeed be a great pleasure to lick his testicles. Letting her tongue trace along the surface of his balls, she found him wiggling all over the bed.
"Oh I like that," he panted enthusiastically. "That is beautiful, baby. Really beautiful."
The pleasure was mounting every moment now, and he was getting more and more stimulated.
"Come on baby," he begged, "do it."
He realized that she was eager for the big cock of his to come into her mouth. Grabbing her head he guided himself forcefully into her. He watched his cock go inch by inch into her mouth and became very stimulated when he saw it go completely in.
"Oh sweetheart," he said, "take it all in."
The balls were bouncing on her chin as he stabbed away. She clasped it tightly in her lips and the teacher explained a few things about oral lovemaking.
"Now baby," the teacher advised, "you will enjoy it much more if you will follow a few simple rules of good sex. First of all honey, I want you to really enjoy this. The way baby is for you to let him pull it way out and then lick it. Lick the length of it. Watch it go back and forth." The excitement of what he was doing really got to him.
"Oh baby," he said, "my balls are building up again. You're going to get a beautiful load of hot sticky cum."
She got enthusiastic and she could hardly wait for him to unload himself.
"Get it baby," he cried. "That's it. Take it.
Oh yes, baby."
The young girl now had her hands on his ass. She was copying the teacher's hand movements.
"Take it baby," he begged eagerly. "Yes. That's what I want. Take it."
Every moment he was becoming more and more stimulated. Just watching him do this got the teacher excited. She couldn't help touching herself as she observed. The moment that the young boy saw this he wanted to play with her breasts while the girl ate his cock.
"Move over here Teach," he suggested. "I would really enjoy feeling your beautiful bosoms while she is eating my cock."
"No," she said, "I won't interfere. I want you to enjoy her."
Cathy was grateful for the teacher refusing. She had a crush on Jimmy Blair and it de- lighted her no end that the teacher would refuse to get involved in a three-way. It wasn't so bad watching as she realized the teacher's sexual expertise contributed to her own ability to satisfy her young lover.
"Eat it baby," he cried, "take it. Oh honey, this is wild."
She kept her eyes open now as he plunged his penis into her. Pumping up and down, she watched the saliva slickened surface of the inflamed cock. Her fingertips began playing with his balls and then she eased a finger up his asshole. This got Jimmy excited as she had added creative fucking to the entertainment she was giving him.
"Oh eat the cock," he cried excitedly, "eat it. That's what I want you to do. Eat the cock. Oh, ah, yes, yes, that's the way. Faster, baby, faster."
The pulsating pleasure that she was feeling at this point continued. And as the pumping penis stabbed away vigorously he became more and more excited.
There was no doubt about it, the super excitement that he felt at this point was building. He knew that it wouldn't be much longer until his cock splashed its sperm load into her mouth. The pleasure was so intense that he wanted to make it last. Carefully now he inserted it as he held off.
"Oh baby," he sighed, "just lick the juicy head of it. But hold off a minute."
As he continued doing his thing, she became more and more intensely excited.
"Eat my cock," he begged, "eat it baby. Yes, ttoat's it, eat the cock."
She was greedy to get it, and he was eager to give it.
"Gobble it," he begged, "gobble it. Yes baby, yes, that's the way, all the way, let me feel it slipping down your throat."
He was coaching her, caressing her with words of endearment. And the intimate connection seemed more precious more beautiful to her every fantastic moment.
"Now baby," he gasped, "now. Nibble lightly."
Cathy brought her teeth down lightly on Jimmy's cock. As she did so she shoved the finger farther up his anus and then his sperm spilled over into her mouth.
"I'm shooting," he cried enthusiastically, "I'm shooting my gun off."
She opened her eyes and watered as she felt the sperm juice splashing against her throat.
"Take it baby," he said enthusiastically. "Yes, that's it, take it."
The sensational enjoyment that she had derived from this sexual activity came as a great shock and a great pleasure as well as a sur- prise to her. Slowly he withdrew his penis. But reluctantly she gave it up. Her mouth hung on the end of it until he told her frankly, "Give me my cock."
She smiled at him as it slid off her lips.
"You got carried away on that cock," he told her.
"I guess I did," she sighed, "I never had it intimate like that."
"It's really the only way to make it," he smiled. "If a person is worth fucking, a person is worth loving this way."
"I agree," she smiled.
He gently stroked her ass as he looked at her.
"You know Teach," he said quietly, "we really have a lot going for us too."
"I think you ought to break off with her now," Cathy smiled, "now that I know how to do it for you."
"Teach would you be real hurt if I decided to do it with Cathy most of the time?"
"Of course not Jimmy," she admitted, "I would be happy for you and Cathy. Actually I was only trying to give you a little education."
"And you give very good education too," he said.
As the two of them talked she decided she would leave them alone. They had gotten together in this intimate relationship that Jimmy apparently couldn't pull her into before. She felt gratified and satisfied as she had done her part to contribute to their happiness and fulfillment.
Leaving them she went over to her dresser and looked at herself in the mirror. Her body was sleek and aglow. Apparently, sex is good for me, she thought to herself.
As she stepped out of the bedroom she immediately went over to the bar and fixed herself a drink; she sat there thinking about the situation that she was in.
As she thought, she justified her conduct. She figured that here was a young boy who was shy, timid and inhibited. Sure Jimmy Blair had come on strong. They all do when they're starting. Yet the wrong word here, the wrong word there, might cause him problems that would later create impotency, she thought to herself. In reality she had saved Jimmy by having sex with him. Even though no one else might agree with her, she secretly felt she had serviced him in a marvellous way and deserved congratulations instead of censure.
Nevertheless she was grimly aware of how people would look at it. This awareness prompted her to be very careful about every word that she uttered, for by her words she could be condemned.
"Jimmy," she said, "are you going to miss me when I leave?"
As Jimmy walked around her he said, "Teach I'm going to follow you. We're going to have some more sex together and I'll get my girlfriend to join in. Wouldn't it be fun to have a team fuck?"
"What do you mean Jimmy?" she asked. "I mean this, Teach," he explained, "how would you like it if I made love with both of you? One of you could eat my cock while the other could push her pussy at me."
"What an imagination," she laughed. "No I'm afraid not, Jimmy. Women don't usually go for orgies. They wind up getting horribly jealous. They say that that is why the Saturday night specials are used so much."
"Saturday night specials?" Jimmy asked, not understanding what she meant.
"Why yes," she said, "haven't you heard of that? Saturday night specials refers to the name of the gun that is so often employed in those Saturday night fuck killings."
"Oh I read you," Jimmy smiled. "When people get their desires thwarted on Saturday nights when they usually get their rocks off, all hell breaks loose. Is that it?" "That's precisely it," she said. It was becoming more and more apparent to her that there was indeed a remarkable situation that had developed.
"You know," he said, "I could almost kill to screw you."
"Jimmy," she chided him, "you should never talk that way. Look at it this way baby, a fuck is a fuck. It is no more, it is no less. Naturally there is a lot more pleasure when the person you are doing it with cares for you. But in so many cases Jimmy, people who get together care very little for each other. It's merely a physical manifestation of a natural urge and natural instincts."
"You put it in such high flowing language," he smiled, "it makes it a little rough for me to understand."
"I know it does," she told him, "but don't worry baby."
Just then Cathy stepped out of the bedroom.
"I wouldn't mind Teach if you wanted to join us," she suggested.
"No Cathy," Susan Hopkins told her, "I couldn't do that. It wouldn't be right. You see when two people make it it is an intimate connection. It's bad enough when a third person watches but if it gets to the point where all three people are engaged in sex together, it might get sticky."
"I read you," she agreed.
She was glad that she had made her point and it sort of gave her a good feeling to know that she wasn't all bad.
"Well I guess we'd better get dressed now," Cathy said glad to get away.
The truth of the matter was Cathy was green with envy. She had only agreed to go along with the teacher because she figured that would make Jimmy happy. Also, she felt it would be keeping Jimmy off the trail of her true feelings and that was what she wanted to do at all cost.
"You two run ahead," she said. "You have been really marvellous. All of us have enjoyed tonight and I would say that from now on you and Jimmy are going to have a better time."
"I know we are," Cathy smiled.
The two of them got dressed then the teacher kissed them both goodbye.
"Thanks," Cathy whispered. "Thanks for not trying to hold onto him."
Those words meant a lot to her. And when the two of them were gone, she watched them walking down the street outside.
The next week when she picked up her things at school the Girls' Vice Principal was still spying, trying to get at her.
"There's nothing else that you want to tell me?" she said. "Nothing that bothers you?"
"Nothing at all," Susan smiled. "Is there something troubling you?"
This nipped the Girls' Vice Principal.
"Why I don't know what you mean," she said quickly. "I have been performing my duties for the past twenty-two years and I'll thank you I think I'm doing a good job."
"Aren't you afraid you're going to hurt your hand patting yourself on the back?" she asked her bluntly.
"Well I never," the Girls' Vice Principal said angrily.
"Well I never met anyone as bitchy as you, honey," she told her frankly, "and I'm glad to be leaving this school. Actually I think you're probably a frigid woman. Frigid women are always fearful that others are enjoying sex, naturally they feel that way because they're deriving so little satisfaction from anything life has to offer."
"I understand," she said, "and I don't appreciate your attitude at all."
"Of course you wouldn't," she said. "You couldn't."
When she was away from the Girls' Vice Principal, she felt relieved. She finished getting her things together and then with a sigh she started to walk away but just as she did, Jimmy Blair came to her.
"Teach," he said, "I've got to say goodbye to you."
"Goodbye Jimmy," she said, "I'll be moving to another town. And I will think of you." "Why don't you write to me?" he said with a smile. "Better yet you could phone and we could get together for a fuck at some motel."
"Always in there pitching, aren't you, Jimmy?" she said, "I'm sure you're going to be a faithful husband, faithful to your own lust."
"You understand me, don't you?" he smiled.
"Yes I do," she agreed, "and you know Jimmy, you're not an awful lot different from an awful lot of men."
"That's good," he smiled.
"Is it?" she said. "You know one out of three marriages end in divorce, Jimmy. Maybe you should play it loyal. At least at first you should get your marriage off to a good start. There's a lot more to marriage than sex. That's just one aspect of it."
"But that's the juiciest," he grinned broadly.
"I know how you feel about it now," she nodded, "you are emotionally for it, you need the pleasure that sex has to offer, your body cries for it, and that is wonderful. At the same time, Jimmy, try to remember one thing. Remember that you cheat yourself if you cheat your wife."
"That's a good thing to forget," he said, as he waved goodbye to the teacher.
Now she was alone. She looked at the four walls of the classroom and she thought about the first day she saw Jimmy looking up at her.
The janitor came in to clean the room and then she remembered all too vividly the time he almost caught her having sex.
"Well I'm leaving," she told him. "I'm going to another school."
He looked at her evenly and said slowly, "Good riddance, Miss Hopkins."
She gulped for she realized that it must have been the janitor who set the Girls' Vice Principal on her. It made her feel sick to her stomach to look into his cool blue eyes and hear him tell her good riddance. She didn't say a word to him but moved away.
As she walked out of the room she heard his laughter, and she made her vow secretly to never be caught in such a traumatic situation again.
Chapter Four
Susan Hopkins was glad to be away from the city. In a new start in Crest wood, she thought she would have a better chance at a successful teaching career.
When she met the principal he smiled at her and talked to her congenially.
"I'm happy to say," he said, "you've had a clean record."
"Well good," she said. "Do you have many teachers who don't have clean records?"
"You bet we have," he said, "many, too many."
"Well what do you mean?" she asked trying to get him to be more precise.
"I'm sorry to say," he said, "that smoking pot has been popular with quite a few of our teachers."
"Well you don't have to worry about me," she said, "I don't smoke pot."
"And then we have those who have been having a drinking problem," he said, "and we are conducting a Teachers' Alcoholic Seminar."
"And I don't drink," she said.
"And then we come to the third problem," he smiled. "That is sex."
She kept her mouth shut on that one.
"Sex?" she finally said. "What do you mean, sir?"
"Miss Hopkins," he said, "many times the teacher is tempted to have sex with the young student. A student very often finds the teacher a sexual challenge."
"I'm afraid I don't understand what you mean," she told him.
"A sexual challenge," he explained, "is when a teacher becomes so appealing to a student that he feels he could express himself best only with her."
"I see," she said. "But I don't consider myself in any way as sexually involved, so I would not have to be concerned with this."
"I'm sure not," he said. "But I just warn all new teachers. One time we had a very attractive female teacher that I personally was fond of. I thought she would make an excellent teacher. She wasn't my paramour, you can believe me, but I did place a lot of faith, a lot of confidence in her."
"What happened?" Susan asked.
"I'll tell you," the principal explained. "It turned out she was having sex with six different boys."
"At the same time?" Susan asked eagerly.
"Hardly, Miss Hopkins," he said. "She could only accommodate three. After all a woman has three holes, not six."
"Oh," Susan said, "that's true. But I thought perhaps the three of them were watching on the sidelines like voyeurs."
"No," he said, "and it wasn't a gang bang either. It was simply if she found one boy attractive she would have sex with him. Very shortly she would find another boy attractive and she would have sex with him. Soon it turned out that she was finding so many boys attractive, that she had half a dozen."
"Oh how disgusting," Susan agreed with him, "I can't imagine how she could find a student sexually appealing."
"Well I would say I can imagine how a teacher could find a student attractive," the principal contended, "for during these growing up adolescent years, some boys and girls are really stunning. I found girls that I wouldn't mind going to bed with at all."
"Why you lecherous dirty old man," Susan laughed.
She crossed her legs so she could give the principal a good view of her beautiful ankles and calves.
"If you don't mind my saying so," the principal replied, "I find you terribly attractive. But that doesn't mean for one minute that I would lose control of myself."
"Of course not," she said, "you are married, aren't you?"
"Naturally I am," he said, "I wouldn't be a principal if I wasn't."
"Now you didn't get married because you wanted to be a principal," Susan laughed.
"No I didn't," he said, "but it was a consideration."
"I'm sure," she said, "that it was a very wise one."
When their interview was over, she felt fairly secure. He was friendly and she was sure that he didn't suspect anything. She figured that if anyone had to be placed under suspicion it would be him. She went on her way and was glad to be away from him.
During her first class day she got a jolt. Sitting in the front row was a very attractive young man. He was sitting with his legs spread so she could see his bulging crotch. As she looked at his crotch she got very turned on. He stroked it once or twice as he caught her glancing down at his cock, and she sat so he could get a good look at her bosoms as she bent over.
When the class was over she attempted- to ask him to stay. At first she resisted the temptation but as he was about to Walk out of the door she called to him, "Jeff could I see you a minute?"
"Well sure Teach," he told her, "what's up?"
"It's about your school work," she said.
"I guess I'm really not too good at English," he admitted.
"Well perhaps some homework," she said, "might help you. Maybe we could get together at my place."
Jeff looked at her and he instantly knew what she had in mind.
"Sure," he said smoothly, "and I won't tell anybody else about it."
"I wish you wouldn't," she said quietly.
She had attained her point, and all she had to do now was give him her address. Hastily writing it on a piece of paper, she gave it to him.
"This is where I live Jeff," she said, "this is my phone number. What time would you like to come over?"
"Oh seven," he said, "so I can get home early. I go to bed early nights."
"So do I," she said.
All during the rest of the day her mind focused on one thing. Sex with him. And when she did get home the first thing she did was take a lingering bath. It always made her feel good to relax in the bath tub. Finishing her bath, she decided that it would be a good thing to wear something suggestive.
She slipped into a soft pink negligee that revealed plenty. She wanted to be prepared when Jeff came over. Then she lay down and relaxed.
She fell asleep as she relaxed. When she awoke it was ten to seven. She figured she had better be a little bit stoned before he came. She prepared herself a drink, and then when the doorbell rang she went to it.
"Well Jeff," she smiled, "how are you tonight?"
"Oh real good Teach," he smiled. "Don't you look nice?"
"Why thank you Jeff," she smiled.
As Jeff looked at her he smiled.
"You know honey," he said, "maybe I should strip down to my shorts. With that negligee you're wearing I can see almost everything."
"Now Jeff," she chided him, "you must focus on your school work."
"You've got to be kidding," he chuckled, "wearing something like that and talking about schoolwork."
"Now Jeff," she continued, "can't you keep your eyes off a woman?"
"Not when she's as sexy as you are and showing as much as you are."
"Am I showing too much?" she asked.
"You're not showing enough for me," he said hungrily.
"Well Jeff," she told him, "if I'm showing myself off, why shouldn't you expose yourself?"
"You mean you want a skin show?" he teased.
"I would" not be at all adverse to seeing you naked," she assured him. "I'm so glad that they have those magazines where they have the male centerfolds. I frankly enjoy looking at a naked man."
"Well itte better in the flesh than it is in the magazine," he said, as he began unbuttoning his shirt to gauge her reaction.
"Oh you took me literally," she said.
"There wasn't any way to take it," he said, "from the first time we laid eyes on each other you knew that we wanted it, didn't you?"
"I had a pretty good hunch." she smiled.
As Jeff listened to her he realized more and more what a good time they could have together.
"I can hardly wait to look at you," she smiled.
"Why don't we pretend we're Adam and Eve?" he grinned. "I could play a mean Adam and you could play a gorgeous Eve."
The teacher decided that one more drink and she could play Eve.
"Don't drink too much," he warned her. "If there's anything I hate it's getting involved with a drinking lady."
"Why?" she asked curiously. "Have you been involved with quite a few women who drink?"
"My share," he admitted.
"Jeff," she observed, "you do have a magnificent form."
His shirt was unbuttoned now and he was displaying his muscles.
"I do a lot of exercise," he said. "I like track, I dig swimming and I used to play baseball."
"I can see you've got those rippling muscles of a true athlete," she complimented him.
"Why thank you," he said. "From you I take it as a compliment."
"Well you certainly may," she assured him, "because it was intended as a compliment."
As he continued talking she became more and more interested in what his cock would look like. She didn't have long to wait for he slid out of his pants and had a flimsy pair of nylon shorts clinging to his crotch.
"Those are real sexy shorts," the teacher observed.
"You like those, huh?" he laughed.
"I like what's beneath it," she said. "It looks like a good sized one."
Stroking it before he pulled his shorts off, he smiled.
"It is, baby," he grinned, "and you're going to just love it."
Finally he pulled his shorts down and flashed his rock hard cock. As she gazed at his. enormous male member, her eyes bugged.
"Oh it's even bigger than I thought it would be," she said. "It's fantastic, Jeff."
"You like to give head, don't you?" he smiled at her.
She nodded.
"Now honey," he said, "you just take that negligee off and let me get a good load of you. Then we'll go into the bedroom and have some action."
"Alright," she said, "if you want to. I'm not forcing you to."
"I'm a man," he said, "I can take care of myself. Don't think I don't know where it's at. The minute you looked at me I knew you wanted to get your mouth on this."
The teacher slid out of her negligee and naked walked to the bedroom. As the student walked behind her he became more and more eager to see what she looked like.
"Oh don't you look nice," he said. "Yes, you look real jazzy Teach."
He was getting stimulated, just looking at her jiggling behind.
"You know Teach," he smiled at her, "a guy would have to be absolutely out of his mind not to want to have sex with you. I think you've done it with plenty of students before, haven't you?"
"I don't care to talk about it," she said. "Why should I?"
"Yes," he laughed, "why should you tell me the truth?"
"Yes baby," she laughed. "All that matters now is you and me. Right?"
"Right," he nodded.
Her eyes met and their souls locked.
"I love you Jeff," she said. "I love you for a playmate."
"Well I'm your playboy," he said, "and I have eight and a half inches that need playing with."
He was stroking himself with one hand and massaging his big balls with the other.
"Let me do that for you," she said.
Going over to him she began massaging his cock. He loved the feeling of her hot hands on his balls.
"Oh that feels so good when you do that," he told her, "it really does."
"I'm glad you're enjoying my hand work," she said.
She used her hand effectively on his balls and on his cock shaft. Then she told him, "Get on the bed. Let me give you a nice rundown."
"Are you a masseuse?" he smiled.
"No baby," she said, "I'm not a masseuse. I'm a lover. And any lover knows how to give a good sexy massage."
"Good baby," he said, "now give me a good one."
His fingertips worked effectively at this point. He was getting more and more excited every second.
"Now baby," he told her, "I want you to give me a real good time."
The pleasure was building at this time and he was excited about it.
"Yes baby," he told her, "that's beautiful. Oh yes, baby."
As he lay there on his stomach she massaged his back. Then she went to the bathroom and got some body oil. Returning she spread the oil over his back, then she massaged some of the oil on her breasts* "So this is going to be sexy," he smiled. "I can see that."
She massaged vigorously, and then bent over and brushed her breasts over his back. He loved it as her breasts collided with his buttocks.
"Press down baby," he asked her, "that's what I want you to do. Yes, just do that."
It became intensely excited for him at this point and she was really stimulated. She crushed her breasts down on his buttocks and he arched upward. She reached between his asscheeks and played with his prostate gland. She let her fingers press all over the back side of his balls.
"You make my ass quiver," he said, as the shivers ran up and down his young spine.
She kissed his buttocks and he loved the excitement of it all.
"Oh wow!" he told her. "That's beautiful. Yes baby, yes."
The super excitement that he felt was increasing now.
"Oh kiss my ass," he urged her. "I like having my ass eaten."
She kissed his ass effectively and nibbled at. it. At the same time she kept her hands playing with his balls and with his prostate gland. Finally she slid a finger up his anus and he gripped it tightly.
"Oh that feels good," he told the teacher.
When she had given him all that he could stand she reached up with her hands and massaged his back.
"Oh keep that up," he told her, "I love that.
Yes. That's what I like.. Massage my back."
The back massage was bringing her relaxation as well as bringing him stimulation.
"Oh baby," he said, "I want to feel your bosom on my cock."
He flipped over and then she pressed her bosoms down over his balls, over his penis. He loved the sensations that this was creating.
"Do it to me," he told her. "Oh yes, do me."
The pleasure now was building and building.
"Keep it up," he urged her. "Yes, yes."
As the two of them became more and more excited, it was obvious that this couldn't go on much longer, for he would shoot his rocks off.
"You'd better grab a hold of my cock," he warned her. "That thing is\ going to shoot."
She gripped his penis in her hand and squeezed. Some juice surfaced at the small slit.
"Lick it," he panted, "lick it."
As the hot tongue swept the crown of his cock, she got a taste of it. Her fingers played with his balls and then she let her mouth flip over the meaty head of the cock.
"Eat it," he begged, "eat my cock. Yes baby, eat it. That's the way I like it."
It seemed as if the pleasure would never end. He was enjoying it more every moment.
"Oh yes baby, yes," he gasped eagerly, "that's what I want. Yes baby, I love that."
The sensations that her mouth action was creating really got to him.
"Lick it," he told her, "lick it. That's it, bite it baby, oh, you give good head. That's what I like. Now let me slide it to the back of your throat."
With a ramming thrust he drilled his cock to the back of her throat. She loved the sensation that this created.
'Tes, yes," he gasped excitedly, "that's what I want!"
The pleasure that the activity had created was building to a climax.
"Eat that cock," he demanded. "Eat it. Yes, eat that cock!"
Reaching down Jeff's hands went through her hair as he held her there. He loved the soft silky feeling of her hair. At the same time he derived enormous pleasure from stabbing his cock in piston precision movements in and out of her mouth. Then he threw his legs around her shoulders and she loved the sensation of his cock pressing against her cheeks as she blew him.
"Eat it sweetheart," he panted, "eat that big cock."
She mouthed it eagerly and he loved it. "That's what I want," he cried ecstatically, "eat that cock. Yes baby, eat my cock." She gobbled it eagerly as he stabbed away.
It was a moment of truth for her and she had to admit she loved giving him the action he wanted so desperately.
"Get it baby," he gasped excitedly, "get that cock. Faster honey, faster. Now you're doing it. Oh, ah, yes, yes baby, that's the way. Come on baby, come on baby."
The super sensations that this had created were driving her out of her gourd.
"Take it all," he said, "every inch."
Her mouth was plugged with cock. She could feel his big hairy balls at her lips. She enjoyed keeping her eyes open so she could see the action.
"Eat me," he cried, "swallow my sperm."
Suddenly his penis erupted. The thick creamy white juice flooded her mouth. She pulled off so she could have the sperm in her mouth making it possible for her to taste it, to savor it and enjoy it.
"Oh you want it," he said, "I'll give it to you."
He pulled back so she could have the rest of the sperm in her mouth.
When she had finished gobbling his cock she slid off. Then she looked up at him and he relaxed his leg grip on her.
"That's the best job I've ever had," he complimented her.
He patted her on the head affectionately and she felt as if for a moment at least she was loved,, "Thank you Jeff," she said quietly.
"Now sweetheart," he said, "it's your turn. I'll get you."
"You want to eat me?" she asked frankly.
"Wrap your legs around me," he said, "and pw.ih your muff in my mouth."
Straddling him she began shoving her pussy at his mouth. As she did so, simultaneously he began using his hands to play with her boobs. She loved the feel of his eager fingers on her breasts. She thrilled to the exciting touch of his fingers as they pinched the nipples, making them blood red and erect.
"Oh Jeff," she sighed in sexual ecstasy. "You know how to excite a woman, don't you ?"
His mouth now was even with her mound. His hot tongue flashed out and began licking eagerly. As she felt his tongue lapping and lashing away at her slit, her body quivered. She loved the excitement he was bringing her.
"Eat it," she begged, "eat my pussy. That's it baby, eat it. Oh, ah, yes, yes baby, that's the way, baby, all the way."
The sensations that they were enjoying at this point seemed as if they would never stop. Every moment became more intensely exciting. She was thrilled for the opportunity to have love like this.
"Eat my pussy, Jeff," she cried passionately, "yes, eat my pussy. That's what I like, eat my pussy."
Happily, joyfully, he ate her. He grasped her asscheeks and stroked her buttocks. He let his hand slide into the crack of her ass. She loved the sensation as he did this to her.
"Yes," she panted, "yes baby. That's what I want. Oh honey. Do me."
It was pleasure such as she had never experienced, before, "Oh wow!" she panted. "That feels so good, lover."
As he went on eating, he moved his hands alternately between her bosoms and her buttocks. She loved him playing with her like this. Finally as he thrust" his tongue farther into her pussy he gave her some added excitement with a finger jabbing up her rectum. She loved the feeling of being loved all over.
"Fuck me baby," she purred, "yes baby, I like that. Dp me, baby."
He did her alright, and the sensations that his tongue generated were incredible indeed.
"Oh, baby," she blurted, "you are super. Eat that pussy, eat it. That's it, eat it."
He continued lashing away at her mound. His tongue lashed her clitoris and then he bore down. With thrusting jabbing movements he stimulated and excited her as no man had ever done before.
"That's enough," she cried, "I'll be going off in a minute."
He kept this up until she could stand it no longer. Then she juiced. As she gushed his hot tongue joyously lapped up the juices.
"Oh baby," she moaned excitedly, "you don't know how good that feels."
He had some idea from the way she was wiggling around on the bed. It was easy for him to tell that she was flipping out on his hot tongue activity.
"Jeff," she sighed, "I love that so much."
Jeff didn't stop giving her the action she sought so eagerly until he had drained every drop of juice from her there. He was happy that he could accommodate her, and not for one minute did he regret his ability to do what he was doing.
"How was I?" he asked, as he pulled his tongue finally from her muff.
"You were beautiful," she said, "no man ever gave me better loving."
"That's a compliment, isn't it?" he smiled.
"Sure is baby," she told him.
She got off his body and lay down beside him. She snuggled up close to him for it made her feel like a young woman again, to have the strong muscular body lying close to her. Jeff instinctively understood the role he was supposed to play and he wrapped his arms lovingly protectively around her.
"What has your home life been like when you were a kid?" he asked.
"Why do you ask that, Jeff?" she said.
"Just because," he said.
"You didn't answer my question," she told him.
"No," he said, "I haven't aswered your question. It's a difficult one for me to answer."
"I think it was," she said.
"Have you got ESP or something?" the teacher asked Jeff.
"It doesn't take ESP," he said, "to know that you really are a little girl lost."
"I guess I have been lost most of my life," she admitted.
"Why do you think that is, Jeff?" she asked him.
"That's simply stated," he laughed. "Just like much better than I. That is, if you'll tell the truth to yourself," he said.
"That is the difficult part," she admitted.
"It's a funny thing," Jeff said, "how difficult it is for anybody to tell the truth."
"Yes," she said, "it is difficult. I guess the reason is rather simple. It's sometimes hard to face the obvious for the obvious is often the thing that is the truth, and the truth hurts."
"That's simply stated," he laughed. "Just like an English teacher would put it," "Don't think of me as your English teacher," she said. "Think of me as a lover. I don't expect you to make love to me forever, I don't expect you to be permanent at all, but I want you to think of me this brief time we are together as a lover."
Jeff smiled ahd told her, "We're going to get together again. Don't you worry about that. When I meet up with a good piece of ass, I always come back to it."
"I hope I mean more than a good piece of ass to you," she said abruptly; her lower lip quivering.
He could see how much his words meant to her and he watched them.
"Of course you mean more to me than that," he said. "You're a gorgeous woman, and you've got heart."
"Thank you Jeff," she said, "I'm glad you realize that I do. I'm not a heartless person. Of course I guess I would have to say I'm immoral and unethical to have an affair with you, but I have a lot of heart and that's why I wanted to make love to you. I wanted to love you with my tongue, I wanted to make love to you with my mouth, I want to love you with my pussy."
Jeff smiled as he rolled over so he could be facing her now.
"I enjoy loving you," he assured her. "It is exciting to love you."
As she looked at him, she felt secure. His blue eyes had a way of relaxing her as if she was looking at blue water.
"Why do you look at me like that?" he asked her.
She didn't answer right away. She thought for a long moment.
"Oh I don't know," she said. "I think it's because I feel I've known you before."
"Like some other life?" he smiled.
"Right on," she said. "Like some other life. That's the best way to put it."
"It's the only way to put it," she said,'"because that is the feeling I have with you sometimes."
"Maybe that's why we connected so quickly," she said, trying to explain their sudden attraction.
"Right," he said, "we vibe baby, because we're on the same wave length."
"Right on," she exclaimed. "We're in tune. That's what you're saying, isn't it?"
"That's just what I'm saying," he assured her.
He was feeling better now as he looked at her and she was relaxed and loving as she looked at him.
"Jeff baby " she smiled, "I want to ask you something."
"Ask me anything you want to," he said.
"Could you ever live with a woman like me for long?" she asked.
"You mean like shack up with you?"
"I wouldn't mind," he said. "I wouldn't have to get wrapped up with a different woman every night."
"Sometimes I wish I could shack with a young fellow like you," she smiled.
"Well a lot of times I wish I could find me a dame like you," he said. "One who isn't afraid to fuck every way I want to."
"I have no sexual hang-ups," she said. "You can find that out soon enough."
"That's the only way to fuck," he said. "I don't dig these people who want to make it just one way. That old face to face fucking has to stop."
"I know baby," she said. "These intimate connections like we made it tonight are best. It's total love."
"That's what I think too," he smiled.
"But you know sweetheart," she told him frankly, "nobody else would look at it like that. They would see something bad in it."
"That's true," he said. "That is their dirty mind."
"That's right," she smiled. "That is their problem."
They exchanged knowing glances and Jeff felt relaxed and calm.
"I love you," she said softly.
"Those are three dangerous words to say to anybody," Jeff said to her.
"But I feel them," she said. "I did from the moment I set eyes on you."
"I don't want to hurt you," he said protectively.
His arm was round her tighter now and he bent over and kissed the tip of her nose. His tongue licked her lips and he pressed his mouth against her mouth.
"Oh Jeff baby," she smiled, "you are too much."
Her eyes were misty and sad, for she knew in her heart what they had, while beautiful, could never last. This knowledge was torturing her more every moment.
"Why do you look so sad?" he asked.
"Do I look sad?" she said, trying to cover her true feelings.
"You look like you're ready to burst into tears," he said.
"I always cry when I'm happy," she lied.
Chapter Five
Finally Susan Hopkins decided she would take a vacation. She was grateful for spring. As that would give her a break from the problem that she was forever facing. Even though she had no idea where she would go at first she decided to speak to a travel agent about it.
She went to a travel office and the young man who helped her suggested, "If you don't mind my saying so, why don't you go to Hawaii?"
"Hawaii," she said, "I never thought of going there."
"Well you should," he told her, "because it is a beautiful place. I'm sure that you would have a good time on the beach."
He winked as he said on the beach and she wondered why.
"Could you tell me what that wink was for?" she laughed.
"If you want me to," he said suggestively. "The wink was to tell you about all of the fun that you could have there. You see there are a lot of swingers there."
"Is that right?" she laughed. "That sounds interesting."
"I thought you would find it interesting," he assured her.
The whole idea appealed to her.
"Alright," she agreed, "book me to Hawaii."
She was delighted and gratified for the opportunity to go to Hawaii. However at the same time she was aware it would cost her plenty. Nevertheless she figured she owed it to herself to have a little fun.
She could never forget her first glimpse of Hawaii from the big jet. As she glanced down into the blue waters it seemed as if submerged land had hurtled itself upward and there in green glory stood the island of Hawaii planted in the middle of the sea by a volcanic eruption.
As she landed she had good feelings about the fun she would find in this paradise. She went to her hotel and the room clerk was accommodating.
"We have your reservation and we're sure you'll like your room here."
"I am too," she told him. "As a matter of fact. I really have looked forward to this trip for a long time."
"A lot of people come here to get away from it all," he said, "and this is a beautiful spot."
That evening as she sat down on the balcony and saw the sun setting on the sea she was treated to a rare spectacle. The fantastic rays of the sunshine painted a glorious picture of paradise.
When she went out later that evening, she thought she'd never seen a place quite so beautiful. She went to a bar and got quite a jolt when she realized it was a nude bar. Only it wasn't nude women, it was nude men. As the naked men waited on the overflow crowd of women, she marvelled at what was happening. Some of them had hard-ons. She looked at one man and smiled. He looked at her and asked her, "What will you have?"
"About nine inches of cock," she grinned up at him.
"Well I don't serve that here," he smiled, "that comes later at my place. If you're interested, I'm for the asking. But there is a price."
"Of course," she said, "I thought there would be."
He smiled knowingly and said, "Everybody's got to live."
"That's true," she giggled, "well I see you're having fun. So baby when can we make it?"
"I could see you at midnight," he said. "You go back to your hotel and I'll meet you there."
"Well here's my room number," she said, "and my name. What's your name?"
"Ron," he said, "and believe me Susan, I look forward to this. I'd like to do it without charging, but it's a business."
"I understand baby," she said.
As she sipped her drink and looked at the naked men parading around the room, she got stimulated. After a few moments a blue light flashed on the center of the stage and a gorgeous blonde girl came out with a dark skinned man. They performed a sexual ritual dance, and then they went into the simulated act of sex. As she watched this she got hotter and hotter for Ron. She could hardly wait in fact for the big moment to arrive.
She finally decided to leave the place around eleven and as she walked down the palm lined boulevard she got a beautiful impression of Hawaii. Now she was eager for Ron to make it with her.
She was in her room ten to midnight. A few minutes after twelve, the phone rang. A man's voice told her quietly, "This is Ron baby. Are you ready for it?"
"Ready willing and able," she told him emphatically.
"I'm in the lobby at a pay phone," he said, "I'll be right up if it's alright with you."
"It's alright with me," she said.
He came up to her room and from the moment that he walked in she could tell that he was hot for it. She glanced down at his crotch and she could see the enormous bulge there.
"Oh baby, it was my lucky night. From the moment I saw you I knew I had to have you."
"I bet you say that to all of your customers, eh Ron?" she smiled seductively.
"No," he assured her, "I reserve those words for a precious few. You should see the old dames we get who expect action. It's really bad."
"I guess it is," she agreed.
He could hardly wait for the moment of truth to arrive. When it finally did, he got a jolt.
"You know baby," he said, "I don't know when I've seen a more gorgeous body."
She stood before him naked with a shaved box.
"You're really beautiful," he said, "from the top of your head to the tip of your shaved box."
She smiled as she stroked his cock for him. She reached under his balls and played with them.
"How about a little ball massage?" she smiled, as she rubbed his testicles.
"Oh that feels real good," he told her, "real good."
The pleasure that he was enjoying at this point was increasing every moment.
"Keep that up," he begged excitedly. "Yes baby, that's what I like. Oh yes, baby, that's beautiful."
She loved the sight of his juicy big cock and she could hardly wait to take it in her mouth. "I want it," she said.
"Well I want you on the bed," he told her frankly, "where I can get the best angle for thrust."
"Alright baby," she told him. "You're going to get that."
She went over to him and got on the bed.
"How do you want me?" she asked.
"I want your head on the pillow," he said, "and then I can stab your face. The view from down there is beautiful, baby."
He wadded the pillows and she placed her head at an angle so he could get the thrust he wanted so much. Then he straddled her. She loved the feel of his buttocks as he thrust them over her bosoms. Then he was directly over her face.
"Isn't the view from there tremendous?" he smiled, as he looked down at her.
'Yes, Ron," she said excitedly, "and what shall I do, lick your balls?"
"Lick everything," he smiled.
She let her tongue lap away at his buttocks. Then with his balls waving over her face she seized one and started licking. Getting the other she licked them both. Opening her mouth, she received them.
"Oh I like that," he told her enthusiastically. "That is real groovy baby."
She knew what he wanted and she was eager to give him all the excitement he could take.
"Lick them," he insisted, "go ahead, lick those big balls."
She licked them and mouthed them. Then, he pointed his penis at her red lips.
"Now this is good cock meat," he said, "and I want you to give it a good licking."
She licked the under side of his cock and then opening her mouth let him stab it to her.
"Take it," he told her, "take every inch of it."
Inch by inch he slid himself into her mouth. When he was all the way in, he was reaching for the back of her throat. She realized now why he wanted her on the pillow placed at this angle.
"Come on baby," he told her, "that's the way. Oh yes. That's the way I want it done."
She was giving him the satisfaction that he wanted and he was getting more and more turned on every moment.
"Oh yes baby," he panted excitedly, "that's what I want. Oh yes."
The pleasure was mounting every moment now as he continued.
"Oh keep that up," he gasped excitedly, "keep it up, baby."
The sensations that swallowed her up now were the most.
"You're going to get a nice juicy load," Ron smiled, as he looked down at her face.
He loved the sight of his cock stabbing her mouth. It gave him a feeling of male dominance.
"Gobble that cock," he exclaimed eagerly, "that's it, beautiful baby. Gobble it. Every juicy inch of it."
She was excited now as he stabbed it viciously in and out.
"Oh wow!" Ron panted. "Does that ever feel good to me. You're right on honey, that's beautiful. Yes, yes, that's the way to do it."
The pleasure was building every second now and he could hardly stand it.
"Keep it up baby," he gasped excitedly. "That's the way. Keep going baby."
With savage cock thrusts he continued.
"Oh yes," he urged her on, "that's beautiful. That's it."
He watched her cheeks suck in as she swallowed his cock like a sword swallower.
"You're going to get a gallon of juice," he smiled at her. "It's thick and it's so good for you.
Now she was hot for it. She could hardly wait for him to unload it. Suddenly he erupted within her mouth. As the steady white stream of shooting spray shot into her mouth she gulped.
"Oh wow!" he gasped excitedly. "That's too much baby."
The intense pleasure that she felt at this point was remarkable indeed.
"Yes baby," he panted, "get it, all of it. Swallow my sperm."
It ignited him to have her swallowing that way. He loved the sight of her as she gulped his juice.
"Every drop of it," he smiled, "that's it. Every drop."
She continued gulping until she had gotten it all. As she pulled off him, she nodded, "I'd say that was a good gallon," she said, "you always shoot that much cream?"
"All the time baby," he said. "I'm what you call virile."
"I guess you are lover," she assured him.
It didn't take Ron long to get going on her breasts. He moved down and began licking at first one breast and then the other. While he was letting his tongue lash away at one breast, he was playing with the other rather roughly. "That's delicate flesh," she told him. "Now you take it easy lover."
He smiled as he looked at her but he didn't pay much attention. He nibbled at her nipples and then reached down to finger her gash.
"Oh Ron," she said, "I love your fingers sliding in me."
He pulled off her breast a moment, to tell her what he expected her to do.
"You're supposed to grab my fingers in your pussy," he explained with a smile.
"You've got it all figured out haven't you, doll baby?" she said.
"You bet your sweet ass I have," he told her.
She was excited that he was enjoying it this much.
"Oh baby," she smiled at him, "you don't know how much I love you."
The moment she said love, he recoiled.
"What the hell are you talking about?" he said. "We're fuck mates, you're paying me.
There's no love involved. This is sex, pure unadulterated sex."
He laughed as he made this announcement.
"That's the truth," she said. "I guess I misspoke."
"I guess you did sweetheart," he grinned. "Now I'm going to eat you. I'm going to eat you, baby, because your pussy tastes good and you're paying me."
"Which motivates you the most? Is it tasting pussy or the money?"
Ron flashed a knowing smile and grinned.
"I'll tell you the truth," he said, "the money."
"Well at least you're honest," she said.
"I try honey," he told her, "so let's cut out this crap and get down to pussy eating."
Saying no more Ron pried her pussy lips apart and stabbed his tongue deep inside her mound. The moment his hot tongue touched the walls of her vagina her body quivered and shivered with passionate pleasure.
"Oh that's how it's done, Ron," she told him excitedly. "Yes baby, yes, that's what I like. Keep doing it."
The pleasure that he experienced now was building and building.
"All the way honey," she told him. "Yes, that's the way I like it. Give it to me."
His hot tongue continued stabbing and his hands massaging her asscheeks as he ate her pussy.
"Oh that feels good honey," she gasped, as she thrust her pelvis forward pushing the pussy in his face.
"Oh I'm juicing," she cried excitedly. "I made it. Yes baby, eat it, lick it. Oh, ah!" she groaned in sexual ecstasy.
When her Hawaiian lover had finished eating her mound he withdrew his tongue.
"Thank you Ron," she smiled at him.
"I enjoyed you," he said.
"Did you really?" she asked.
"I don't lie," he said. "You can count on that. When I say I enjoy eating a woman I mean I enjoy eating her."
Ron lay there between her legs. As he rested his head on one thigh he looked at her ass.
"You've got a real pretty ass," he grinned.
"Why do you say that?" she demanded.
"Because," he said, "it's the truth. It's not too big, and it's firm. It's just right for fucking."
"That's what I thought you said it for," she said. "No you don't. I absolutely refuse to get involved with an ass fuck."
"Have you ever tried it?" he asked.
"Well no. Now that you mention it, I haven't," she admitted.
"Well don't knock it if you haven't tried it," he said.
"I don't live by that rule of thumb," she informed him. "You could say the same thing for arsenic. Don't knock it if you haven't tried it. But I'm willing to listen, from what my good sense tells me about arsenic."
"That's silly," he objected, "to compare an ass fuck to arsenic."
"Well I don't mean that they'reJdentical or anything like that," she said, "but it falls into the category of something I wouldn't enjoy, and if I wouldn't enjoy it, I ask you why should I do it?"
"Well you have a good point," he admitted.
She felt relieved somewhat that he could bring himself to admit anything, for it was obvious to her that he was not the easiest person in the world to satisfy.
"Well I just enjoy that position," he continued arguing for what he wanted.
"That's nice," she said, "I'm so glad that you do. But as for my ass, forget it."
He looked at her eagerly and he got hotter by the moment.
"Now sweetheart," he said, "let's get going."
He was ready and so was she. At this point she was willing to do about everything.
"If you would get on all fours like a fucking animal," Ron suggested, "then I would get behind you and stab it into you. You'd just love that."
She shook her head not quite sure that she would.
As he continued talking to her she became more and more aware of what he meant.
"Now baby," he said, "let's be real nice about this. You know what I want.
On all fours with her ass upturned toward him he got behind her.
"I'll enter your pussy from this angle," he grinned.
Grasping her asscheeks, he boldly thrust himself forward. She loved the feel of it as the rock hard cock stabbed into her.
"Oh wow!" he gasped. "That's wild. Yes, baby, yes. Now you're fucking. All the way!"
The piston stabbing cock continued going into her pussy from the back angle. As he massaged her asscheeks he explained his reaction to her.
"If you would just bend over baby," he smiled, "that would do it. Yes, the farther you bend over the farther I can shove it to you."
She loved the sensation of his stabbing cock now as he continued driving it forward.
"Oh yes, yes," she panted, "I like it. It does feel fantastic. Fuck me, Ron, fuck me."
Ron was turned on as she pushed back just the way he wanted it. Bending over and arching back was producing just the pleasure he desired.
"Fuck ass," he said, "fuck it; The twisting ass and the stabbing cock were coming closer and closer to climax.
"Grab it," he panted, "snap your pussy around it."
"Do what Ron?" she asked curiously.
"Snap your pussy baby," he said huskily. "That's it. You grab it, you relax it. The alternating action gives me wild charges."
"Oh it does feel good," she admitted. "Yes baby, fuck me."
She was begging her Hawaiian lover to give her all of his meat. Inch by inch he was invading her vagina farther than any man had previously. She was certainly glad that the travel agent had suggested Hawaii for she was enjoying the deep thrust.
"I'm almost there," he cried, as his balls jiggled against her buttocks. "Oh, ah, yes baby, yes, that's the way. Oh, fuck it!"
The super sensations that surged through his body had him turned on all the way and then some.
"Oh that's how I like it," he panted. "Yes baby, yes. Now you're fucking."
He went on stabbing it to her as she continued giving him the alternating current action.
"I'm cuming," he gasped excitedly, "I made it. I'm juicing."
"I am too," she told him, as the white spray shot into her pussy merging with his juice.
Now he was sliding away in a well lubricated hole.
"Fuck me," he said enthusiastically. "Fuck me. Keep that up baby, faster. Faster. Yes, fuck, fuck baby, fuck baby, fuck."
Harder and hotter the wild action continued. As the penis continued stabbing away he got more and more excited.
"Fuck," he gasped excitedly, "fuck baby, fuck."
The pleasure was mounting every moment to the point where he could hardly stand it.
"Oh yes baby, yes," he sighed enthusiastically. "I like it. That's what I need. Come on baby, fuck it."
The sensations that he was enjoying at this point had him stimulated. Even though he was being paid to perform he would have fucked her tight pussy gratis.
"Let me finish it," he said. "There's a little more juice in there. Squeeze it with your pussy baby."
She squeezed it and suddenly the juice erupted.
"Oh yes baby," he gasped. "That's it. Oh baby, that's beautiful." As the pussy juice flooded her she was really stimulated.
"Oh wow!" he panted. "You don't know how great that is. Oh yes, baby, that's beautiful."
The fantastic pleasure that they were enjoying at this point really got to them both.
"Sweetheart," he smiled, "you should be in the business."
"Business?" she smiled up at him.
"Yes," he flashed her a knowing grin. "The fucking business."
As he withdrew his rock hard cock from her vagina he flipped over on his backside and lay there.
"What on earth did you do before you began working at that nude bar?" she asked, eager to know something of Ron's background.
"Oh a lot of things," he said. "For one thing, I was a law student."
"A law student?" she said. "And now you're working in a place like that?"
"I flunked out," he said sadly. "I didn't make it."
"But surely you could have gotten something better than this," she said.
"I figured after wasting all of those years," he said "and the big job never came, that the smart thing for me to do, was to play it cool."
"And you consider this playing it cool?" she demanded. "Running around bareass naked and fucking women who are hard up for sex?"
"I'm providing a needed service," he argued logically like a lawyer would. "What's wrong with that?"
"I didn't say anything was wrong with it," she laughed. "If I thought it was so wrong I wouldn't be buying your body."
"Well then quit knocking it," he said.
"I'm not knocking it or you," she insisted, "but it's just that I can see you accomplishing so much more. Can't you understand that?"
"No," he said. "I don't see it that way at all. It's a screwed up world, baby, and so many people are fucked up these days that there's no one honest lawyer is going to save them or save the world. I've found that out."
"I'm sorry that you feel that way," she said. "You sound like a drop-out."
"A hypocrisy drop-out," she insisted, "I tell it like it as it is and fuck it as I find it."
"Are you kept busy?" she asked.
"Sure I am," he said, "a lot of broads come over here who need a good fuck."
"And you were born for this, weren't you?" she asked sarcastically.
"You have a mean nasty tongue," he said. "You like to gouge into a man. You know that's why I'm not married. I don't care to have any woman knock me. If you want to knock some other lover, o.k. I'm not going to stay around here for your insults. Got that?"
"Got you," she said. "Oh I've got you fine. I've got your number. You are number seven come eleven and you think you're Mister Lucky. But you're not. You're Mister Weak Knees. You're afraid. You're afraid to go out and face life and grab what you want. Instead you will settle for the husk. You're lost in lust, booze and your illusion land. But you couldn't trade it for anything, because you live an illusion. You lost your illusion. So far be it from me to try to stop you. First place, I couldn't. Second place I wouldn't."
"That's nice," he smiled sarcastically. "I come here to give you a good time and what do you do? You give me a rough time!"
"Do I really?" she smiled, as if she had achieved something.
"Wipe that smile off your face," he said, "I'm sick and tired of that smile."
"What does this certain smile bother you?"
she demanded.
"It reminds me of a girl I broke off with," he told her. "She was a sickening piece of ass. I was so glad to get rid of her a-nd I voved I never would get tangled up with any dame like that again. Then you come along."
"Business is business," she laughed coyly.
"Yes," he said, "and a mean woman is a mean woman."
"Now I like that," she said, "You're probably expecting plenty of money for this fuck. Incidentally mentioning money, what is your price?"
"It's going to be a little more for all of your bitching," he said angrily. "It's a hundred bucks."
"A hundred bucks," she exclaimed. "Oh Lord, you do live in illusion land. I couldn't give you that much if I wanted to."
"Well that's too bad, because I think I'm worth that much."
"I'm not denying you're worth that much," she explained, "it's just that I don't have that much."
"Alright," he said, "how much do you have?"
"Twenty-five dollars," she said quietly.
"Twenty-five dollars," he said. "With inflation and everything, that's awful."
"I'm sorry," she said, "maybe you'll figure you had a bad night, but that's all that I've got. We should have figured the price before we began."
Then he looked at the ring on Susan's finger.
"Well that sparkler that you're wearing, honey," he said, "I figured you were worth at least a hundred bucks."
"Don't let that ring fool you," she said. "It's a simulated diamond. It isn't the real thing."
"My gosh," he exclaimed, "they make those imitations so close to the genuine, that I can hardly tell the difference."
"Isn't that too bad," she laughed. "I would say it is," he told her. She was getting more and more disturbed about him as she thought about the problems.
"Now sweetheart," he smiled at her, "I've got to tell you a couple of things. Right off I want you to know one thing for sure. If I had my way, I might do it free, but I have to make a living. I've got my wife and kids to support."
"You mean you've got a wife and kids and you're running around that bar nude?"
"Don't get uptight about it," he reminded her. "There are plenty of cocktail waitresses who are cockteasers. These women are fucking up a storm and they're married."
"Well I guess that's the truth," she admitted. "When you look at it from that light it does make a difference."
"Certainly it does," he said. It was becoming perfectly obvious to her that there wasn't a thing that she could do about his attitude and it was getting her disgusted.
"I want to tell you something," she said, "this is my first experience buying a man, and it will be my last."
"What do you do for a living?" he asked her. "I'm a teacher," she said. "What's it to you?"
"Do you fuck the good studs in your class?" he asked evenly.
"Why do you ask me such a thing?" she demanded, guilt surfacing now.
"Because," he said, "it's quite obvious to me that you are an oversexed dame."
"Does it show that bad ?" she asked.
"Yes it does," he said, "I think that you are a nymphomaniac."
"What makes you say that?" she asked.
"Oh the way you blew me," he said narrowing his eyes. "A dame who is real nympho does things in a weirdo way. It was obvious to me that you really dig giving blow jobs."
"That I do," she agreed, "but I didn't know there was a way of doing it that determined whether or not you were a nymphomaniac."
"Well it's my own rule of thumb," Ron admitted.
"Well I'm glad it's not a scientific fact," she said. "There is a difference you know."
"Of course I know the difference," he said. "What kind of a dodo bird do you take me for?"
"You want me to answer that?" she smiled. "No," he said, "I just want my twenty-five bucks. I'll just write it off as a loss."
"I hope your wife is warm," she said. "Alone in bed she might be cool. You'd better hurry home and heat her up."
"Don't worry about my wife," he chuckled. "She's probably got some beach boy giving her nine inches."
"Don't you feel awful about it?" she demanded.
Why should I?" he said. "She gets her price. Those beach boys pay good for her body. She's a gorgeous woman."
"But I would think with children and all she'd have lost her figure."
"Well for your information she hasn't. She took care of herself and took a lot of exercising after she had the children and she has retained a good tight body."
"Then you should be jealous," she said, arguing with him.
"Of what?" he said. "Of my wife's pussy?"
"Of course," she said. "I think it is terrible that you would ever get involved with a situation like that."
"Forget it," he laughed. "Jealousy is a bad emotion. It's a dangerous emotion. I won't have anything to do with jealousy."
"I wouldn't either if I were you," she smiled, "it is a negative emotion."
She was discovering a new lifestyle as she went to her purse and got him the money.
"I'm going to tuck in ten too," she said. "I want you to have a little more."
"Thank you love," he said. "I appreciate it."
"Good," she said. "I'm so glad you do. The next time I'm not going to wear that phoney diamond ring. I can see it gave you a lot of wrong ideas."
"That would be a good idea honey," he said, "especially if you're picking up stud meat. You see all of us men have to gauge what we can charge, and I calculate my cock is worth a hundred a night. Now that's all night of course."
She looked at him startled.
"Well if you're staying with me only part of the night," she said, "actually I'm giving you about what you deserve. Because you'll probably go out and hustle up another pussy to love."
"Why not," he chuckled, "the night is young. I'll just go down to some bar and find me a good piece of pussy. One that is willing to pay a price. And this time I'll see to it there's no misunderstanding."
She was becoming more and more perturbed about the situation as it was developing. However, she had made up her mind that there was only one thing that mattered at this point. Her own personal sexual satisfaction and she was thankful that she had obtained satisfaction.
As he left she had time to do a lot of thinking. Time that was ill spent. She looked out at the moonlight and saw a couple swimming in the pool. She wished that she had someone she could swim in the pool with, by moonlight at midnight.
Chapter Six
When Susan went to the club the next night she couldn't help noticing a handsome blond waiter. He was naked and that was the best thing about him. He had a partial hard-on and she could see the glistening blond hair on his body glow under the lights.
As he walked over to her he smiled warmly.
"Can I get you something?" he asked sexily.
"Yes," she said. "Tom Collins."
"How about a Tom Collins with me?" he winked.
"Are you serious?" she asked.
"Sure I am," he said. "I get out of here about one a.m."
"Good/' she said. "When you bring me that Tom Collins I'll give you my address."
"All I need is your phone number, sweetheart," he said, "and your room number."
He turned around and she got a good look at his broad shoulders and his well tanned body. She loved the sight of him as he was muscular and his muscles were rippling. As he walked she could see the muscles in his asscheeks flex and she loved his sturdy calves.
"Now baby," he said, "here's your Tom Collins," when he returned.
Handing him her phone number and room number on the book of matches, she winked at him.
"I'll be waiting."
"Remember, my name is Harry, honey."
"Hurry over, Harry," she smiled, "and put out the fire down below."
He nodded and went back to the bar. She motioned him over once more. She had only consumed two drinks and she didn't want to get loaded.
"Harry," she whispered, "how much is it?"
"I ask seventy-five bucks," he said. "Is that too much?"
"Of course it's too much," she said, "but you're worth every penny of it."
She accepted him gladly and when she left the bar she glanced back at all of the naked male waiters but only one stood out. She didn't see Ron and she figured it must be his night off.
Going back to the hotel was a bit lonely for her. She saw a couple sitting there in the lobby chatting happily and talking little talk. She wished she had someone that she could fondle and caress like a lover. Love on the one night stand basis was becoming rather difficult. It was always changing and adjusting and flexing to meet the new personalities that she would have to deal with.
She went up to her room and turned on some soft music. Then she stepped out to the balcony and saw the moonlight as it cast its glow on the waters. However people in the next room had left the door open and as she stood there she heard moanings and groanings of sexual pleasure. She wondered what all the erotic pleasure was all about and so she went over to the corner of her balcony vantage point and watched. Then she saw a sight she would never forget. There the couple were in an unusual position. The man was seated in a chair and the woman was straddling him. He was a rather fat man with a big belly. The woman locked her legs around him and he was stabbing away.
"Fuck it," he cried eagerly, "fuck, baby, fuck."
She was giving him all of the excitement he wanted and as he fucked away he seemed to be getting a big charge out of it.
"Oh yes, yes," he cried enthusiastically, "that's what I want, fuck, baby, fuck."
The pleasure was building every moment as he stabbed away and his arms were around her. She was brushing her bosoms back and forth across his chest as they screwed. Watching the fat man get his rocks off was an unusual experience for her. She could hardly believe that this was the way that he cared to make it. It seemed awkward and difficult.
She watched the woman throw her head back as she captured sexual ecstasy. The man then began licking at her nipples. He bit them and then he stabbed savagely.
"Fuck it," he panted, "fuck baby, fuck. All the way. That's the way to do it. Fuck it, baby, oh, ah, yes, baby, yes, that's what I want. Fuck, fuck, fuck!"
He came again and strangely Susan felt her own mound moistening under the impact of watching. She stepped back from the window vantage point quickly, as the man glanced around the room when he had finished his sex. The last thing she wanted was for him to see. It alerted her to make sure that the balcony doors were completely closed when her lover appeared.
She took off all of her clothes and took a shower. Then pulling back the bed clothes she lay on the blue sheet. She turned on a soft light and played some music. As the music played, she couldn't help thinking. She was thinking of her predicament at school. She was thinking of the passions that pulled her from one student to another. She was tired of being a wave in a storm tossed sex sea. How she yearned for some control but it seemed with her compulsions, her desires, her erotic pulls, she could never have the control she needed.
She fell asleep and didn't know a thing until she heard a knock at the door. She went to the door and asked quietly, "Harry is that you?"
"Yes beautiful," the voice replied.
She opened the door and when Harry caught sight of her naked bosoms and her shaved box he smiled broadly.
"Let me get in quick, baby doll," he laughed, "we don't want to parade your pussy down the hall."
"Oh I always sleep in the nude," she said. "It's better in the buff."
"I like women who sleep in the nude," he said, "On the all night assignments we fuck more times if we are prepared."
"You stay all night with women very often ?" she asked.
"Well not too often," he told her. "You see I'm married."
"Aren't any of you naked waiters single?" she asked. "Why do you all get married?"
"Because it's natural to get married," he said. "What do you expect?"
"Well I don't know," she said, "I really don't."
As he stripped his clothes off and she looked at his huge penis swinging between his legs she got a hot urge to have it.
"You like that hunk of meat?" he smiled, as he reached for it and slowly stroked it.
"Yes baby," she smiled, "it looks awfully good to me."
"I'm going to make you beg for it, baby," he smiled, "and you'll appreciate it more."
"Beg for it?" she asked curiously, "what do you mean?"
"I mean crawl across the floor on your knees," he smiled.
"Well I've never done that before," she said. "I don't think I would enjoy it."
Just then he looked at her box.
"Oh baby," he said, "I'm going to enjoy licking that."
"I don't want to crawl on my knees to you," Susan objected.
"Listen to me," he insisted, "and you won't be sorry."
He took a belt from his pants and lashed it across her bare buttocks. "How did that feel?" he asked. "Dreadful," she told him. "I don't like it." "Now don't be that Way," he said, "really baby."
"I'm telling you," she said, "I don't like it."
At this point he was getting turned on.
"Stretch out across the bed," he told her. "That's it. Stretch your ass for me."
She lay on her stomach and her buttocks were exposed to his belt. The belt came down with a mean lash.
"Stop it," she objected. "I don't like that."
"How would you like to whip my butt?" he said. "How'd you like that?"
"I don't think I would care for it," she said.
"Well I dig it, baby," he smiled, "and I want you to do it for me."
It didn't take the waiter long to stretch out across the bed. As he did so he glanced back to watch her.
"Now pick up my belt," he said, "and lash it across my ass like a whip."
Because she was getting disgusted with him, she found it a little easier to do something this distasteful. Picking up the belt she lashed it hard across his bare buttocks.
"Oh that feels good," he said, "yes, I like it."
Now the pleasure was more intense.
"Oh, keep that up," he begged her, "yes. Yes. I like that."
When she had done this a few times, he told her, "Now I want you to get on top of my butt and rub my back."
Straddling his ass she found a comfortable seat.
"Now up and down my spine," he said, "give me a good rub-down."
She pressed her fingers up and down and she enjoyed seeing his body wiggle as she went to work.
"Like this?" she asked him.
"Yes," he said, "that's the way I like it. Oh, yes."
The pleasure was building now as she continued.
"Now baby," he said, "move down a little. I want you to rub my ass and when you're rubbing, kiss me."
She knew what he wanted and disgusting as it was to her she rubbed between his legs. She pressed her fingers on his prostate gland, and then she kissed his ass and licked it.
"Now baby," he smiled, "comes the big treat. I'll get on my knees and you can get on the other side of the room. I want you to crawl er to me."
She pulled off him and realizing she had little or no alternative did as she was commanded to do.
"Come on baby," he insisted, "that's the way. Yes, yes. Now. That's it."
He was delighted and excited as she crawled across the room to him.
"Oh that's great," he told her, "that's great, baby."
The excitement that he enjoyed now was enormous for he had her crawling. He loved the sight of her big bosoms as they pressed against the floor as she made her way over to him. He liked the sight of her wiggling bare ass as she came across the floor.
"Come on Susie baby," he smiled, "come to Daddy."
He spread his legs and grasped his thighs.
"Doesn't it look good, honey?" he smiled. "Just look at it, a big hard cock, and big juicy balls. Oh you've got a lot waiting over here for you, baby."
The point that he had picked was even with a wall near her. It gave him a very good view of the action when she finally got to him.
"Now baby," he said, "we are going to have a lot of fun."
She finally got to him and he bent over.
"Let your tongue run along my balls," he suggested to her, "that's the way. And feel my ass. I love that too."
She massaged his asscheeks at this awkward angle and let her tongue lick along his balls. Then opening her mouth she took his balls in. He loved the sensations this created.
"Oh wow!" he panted. "That is groovy. Yes, come on, baby."
She gripped his penis and began pumping.
"Oh sweetheart," he smiled, "you don't know how cool that feels to me. When your hot hand is pumping and your mouth is working at my balls you drive me out of my mind."
She continued pumping with a rhythmic pace and she enjoyed the sight of the balls tugging up and down with her hand movement.
"Lick the underside of the cock," he told her. "That's it. Just like that, slow and easy. Lick the glans portion of it."
She licked the sensitive glans portion of his penis, and then slowly eased her mouth over the head.
"Oh that's like hot velvet sucking me in," he said.
Her mouth worked vigorously now and she gladly gave him the thrills he desired so much.
"Oh, that's beautiful," Harry exclaimed. "Yes, baby, yes. That's the way. Oh honey, you don't know what you're doing to me."
The pleasure was vast now, as she worked her head up and down on the cock shaft.
"Oh baby, watching you do it in the mirror is too much. I like to see your head going up and down on my cock. That's beautiful. Keep it up, baby."
Moving her mouth vigorously up and down his cock shaft was bringing her pleasure too. She was building up suction in this most intimate connection. It was strange how his penis seemed apart from him. It was as if he wasn't there. She was only aware of his testicles and as her vision was confined to that area she was delighted and excited. Waves of erotic delight swept over her as she continued eating him.
"Nibble on it," he begged. "Yes baby, yes, nibble on my cock shaft."
The pleasure that he was enjoying at this point was increasing.
"Keep it up," he begged her eagerly, "yes, baby, yes."
There was no doubt about it. He was getting the satisfaction he sought so much.
"Eat my cock," he begged her, "I want you to go for the juice, baby."
She was determined to give him the kind of action he wanted. Even though momentarily when he asked her to crawl she was outraged. Nevertheless she was discovering a new dimension of sex pleasure, as the excitement surfaced at this point.
"That's the way I like it," he said excitedly. "Oh yes, oh baby, pull on the balls. That's it. Tug on my nuts."
Using her fingers effectively, she played with his testicles and this excited him.
"Come on, baby," he gasped, "oh, ah, yes, baby, yes, baby, that's the way. Oh, do it!"
As she continued she started tasting the juice that surfaced at the small slit at the crown of his cock.
"I'm almost there, honey," he said, "Hang in there, baby."
She hung in there and finally a white volcano erupted in her mouth. As the creamy cum shot over it she felt it touching the back of her throat and sliding down there.
"I'm cuming," he cried excitedly, "yes baby, yes baby, I made it. That's it, baby."
The hot cream surged into her mouth. She gulped it and the pleasure that she felt at this passionate point increased.
"Eat my meat," he cried excitedly, as he shoved her down farther over his shaft.
Slowly she pulled off. Then he was wild to get his tongue into her.
"Oh baby," he said. "Have you got anything sweet to put in your pussy?"
"What do you mean?" she smiled.
"I mean like honey or something different," he said. "That is my specialty. After all, I do work in a restaurant."
"You want to sweeten up my pussy, eh baby?" she laughed.
"I'd love to," he assured her.
She was willing and eager to give him what he wanted.
"We'll just have to call room service and get some honey," she giggled.
"Well what will you ask for the honey to go in?" he laughed.
"Maybe I'd better ask for a butterscotch sundae," she said.
"Make mine hot fudge," he laughed with her.
She called up the room service and asked for a butterscotch sundae and a hot fudge sundae. After half an hour later a young bellboy brought the two sundaes up to the room.
"Now how are we going to do this?" she asked.
"Well why don't we give you fudge bosoms," he laughed, "and a butterscotch pussy?"
"Sounds good enough to eat," she giggled.
He got down there and spread her pussy lips apart. And then he spooned the buterscotch into her. Next he took the fudge off the top of the sundae and put it over her bosoms. After that he gobbled in the ice cream and , spread a little across her stomach.
"Are you going to lick me there too?" she smiled.
"I'm a good licker," he said, "and I'm going to enjoy this sundae. Butterscotch will never taste so good."
He began on her breasts and licked the hot fudge off them.
"Oh you must really dig that," she said. "From the way you go at it."
He finished with the hot fudge on her bosoms and moved down to lick the melting ice cream off her stomach. Then he came to her vagina.
"I'm going to eat that butterscotch pussy," he smiled as he pulled her lips apart and let his tongue slide in. Licking the butterscotch walls of her vagina she became excited. He stabbed his tongue in there with piston precision movements as if his tongue were a penis. She loved the way he stiffened it and marvelled at the effective tongue tricks he could employ. It wasn't just a back and forth movement at all. One moment he was twirling his tongue and the next he was licking. And the next he was stabbing it in vigorous jabs. It was excitement that she had never had before.
"Eat my butterscotch pussy," she laughed, "eat it, baby, eat it."
He pulled his tongue out a moment and suggested something.
"Why don't" you throw your legs over me, honey?" he asked. 'Td really love that."
She threw her legs over his shoulders and she loved it. Pressing against her now with his tongue he bore down with his lips. He was building up a suction within her vagina, creating sensations she never knew existed before. Susan clutched at the sheets as she turned her head back and forth on the pillow.
"Oh wow!" she gasped excitedly, as she juiced.
She came in multiple climaxes, merging with the butterscotch. That only ignited a fire in the nude waiter's tongue. He stabbed it in vigorously eating her as if she were a delicious dessert. Finishing, he withdrew his tongue and let it lick down her inner thigh.
"Oh, what a lover boy you are," she complimented him.
He nodded and smiled.
"I guess I know where it's at," he chuckled.
"You sure do baby," she agreed.
As she lay there looking at him she couldn't help notice his huge penis was hard again.
"You have what they call a repeater peter," she smiled.
Reaching down he gripped his cock in his hand.
"What do you suggest we do now?" he smiled at her.
"How about a chair fuck?" she asked him.
"A chair fuck?" he laughed. "That's how fat people fuck."
"Well it's an interesting one," she said, "I want you to do it to me."
"You're beginning to sound more and more like a pro, Susan," he laughed. "Now how did you know about chair fucking?"
"Do you want to know the awful truth?" she smiled at him.
"I must know the truth," he said. "That's if you expect me to give you that chair fuck you want so bad."
"Alright, alright," she told him, "I will tell you the truth. The truth is that I was a voyeur a while back. In the room next door I saw this fat guy giving a chick the cock. And he was slamming it to her from the chair. He had such a big belly and it was amazing how she could slip over his shaft sitting in the chair."
"Just because you told me the truth," he said, "I'm going to give it to you."
He got to his feet and went over to the chair. Just then there was a knock on the door.
"I wonder who that is," she said.
"One of your other lovers," he laughed.
"Who is it?" she called.
"It's room service," the voice replied.
"Alright," she said.
She went over to the door and the room service boy told her, "I forgot to get you to sign for this."
He looked at her breasts and she only had a towel wrapped around herself.
"Put your eyes back in the sockets," she said as she signed.
"They should make a body like that illegal," he replied.
He walked away and she looked at him. He didn't look bad either. Yet she knew she couldn't take on the whole world and she returned to the lover she had waiting for her on the chair in the bedroom.
"Get over here," he said. "I'll be playing with myself if you don't."
"Now quit that," she complained. "You sound as bad as Portnoy."
"Portnoy who?" he asked.
"Oh that was that famous bock character," she said. "The one who spent his" life with his hand on his cock."
"You mean they wrote a book about a guy who played with himself?" he asked her.
"They not only wrote a book about it baby," she said, "they made a movie about it."
"You've got to be kidding," he said.
"Unfortunately I'm not," he said. "It was terribly dull. All you could see was this guy's hand. Actually I wonder how they ever get such ideas/' "Beats me," he laughed, as he grabbed his penis and began pumping.
"Take your hand off your cock," she complained. "That's mine."
She pulled his hand off his penis and then put her legs around him as she straddled him in the chair. The penis slid in smoothly as her slit moved down in a hard motion.
"Fuck me," she said, "come on, fuck me."
The rock hard cock stabbed in there.
"Keep it up, baby," he said, "that's what I like. Oh yes, give it to me."
She crushed her breasts against his chest as he stabbed into her and then their mouths met in a French kiss. As their tongues flicked against each other she felt more and more excited.
"Oh, baby," he panted excitedly, "you don't know how good that feels to me. Yes, yes baby, keep that up."
The hot tongue threshed about and he was getting more and more excited every moment.
Now she was squeezing with her legs as he went on thrusting. She rubbed her breasts against his chest and continued the tongue versus tongue action. He was almost there. He moved away from her and smiled up at her.
"I'm shooting baby," he told her, "grab it with your pussy."
Grasping his penis with her vagina muscles she gave him a wild workout.
"Oh wow!" he gasped. "That's fantastic, baby. Yes, yes, I really dig that."
The sudden delight that he felt as she continued giving him the action he needed had brought him to the point where he was shaking.
"Why are you shaking honey?" the teacher smiled.
"Because you got me so turned on," he admitted.
The pleasure that she felt as lie finished giving her the action she wanted was remarkable.
"Oh baby," she gasped excitedly, "you don't know how good that feels."
"I have a pretty good idea," he smiled.
As he finished thrusting, she felt herself juicing too. Sliding around in her well lubricated pussy he felt a little more juice spurting at the head of his cock.
"You always give fucks this good?" the nude waiter smiled.
"Most of the time," she admitted.
As she slid off him she looked at him.
"Maybe I should be in your business," she told him.
"I don't think you'd like it," he admitted.
"Why not?" she wanted to know.
""Because," he said, "it isn't fun all the time. There are plenty of things I have to do that I don't like to do and I don't want you to ever consider such an occupation. Incidentally, what do you do for a living?"
"Teach kids," she said.
"Do you ever fuck some of your students?" he asked.
"I have," she admitted.
"That's dangerous business," he warned her.
"I know it is," she said. "But when I look at some of those hot young kids I get turned on. I want to fuck them."
"You'd better stay off that," he warned her.
"I will try to," she said.
Then she looked at him and he said, "There's one thing I always get a big kick out of."
"What's that?" she asked him.
"Well it's a funny thing," he said. "When a woman throws her leg up in the air and I can-get a good view of her pussy I really love that. Would you like to do that for me?"
"If you get a kick out of it," she said, "I'll let you do it."
She went over to the bed and threw one leg up in the air. She parted her other leg, so her shaved box was given a good view.
"You know I like that," he said, "that is real good."
She was surprised that she was obtaining some erotic satisfaction from this herself. Suddenly she felt herself getting moist there. He noticed the droplets" around her pussy and commented.
"I guess you're getting turned on too," he smiled.
"A little," she admitted.
"Oh no," he said, "you're getting turned on a lot."
As his eyes focused on her vagina it seemed as if he was hypnotizing her.
"Isn't that beautiful, baby?" he smiled. "What?" she asked.
"Mental telepathy fucking," he grinned.
"What do you mean ?" she asked.
"I mean this baby," he said, "I've been sitting there projecting my sex vibrations to you and as I watched that gorgeous box of yours get juicy, I got hotter. I was imagining thrusting my big cock in there and you got the message."
"Maybe I got it," the teacher admitted. "I know that I was getting more and more stimulated."
"Sure you were getting excited," he said, "no doubt about it."
He went over to her and he rested his leg on her thigh. His eyes still focused on her mound. Strangely she felt more and more sexual at- traction at this point.
"It does feel good," she admitted. "Yes. I really like that."
The pleasure was building now every moment and he was becoming more and more stumulated as he licked away.
"Lick there, baby," she said, "if you want to take a whack at it with your tongue, go ahead and lick."
He was pumping away with his tongue getting her more and more stimulated. One hand massaged her ass while his tongue stabbed away.
"That's how you do it," he told her, "yes. That's the way to do it. Keep doing it baby."
The pleasure was building now to the point where he could hardly stand it.
"Honey," she said, "why don't you put your mouth over it? Go ahead."
He pressed his mouth over it and built up a slow suction.
"Yes baby," he told her, "that's what I like. Keep it up, baby."
Continuing his tongue stabbing action as well as his ass massage was bringing her to the point of climax.
"Fuck it," he told her, "fuck."
The pleasure was getting better and better.
"Oh. yes," he panted, "that's beautiful. Come on, baby."
Suddenly her vagina muscles were gripping at his tongue.
"Slide it in there baby," he told her. "Yes, that's what I want."
The pleasure was building now to a crescendo. She reached down and began pumping on his penis while he angled his body so she could get a good view of his legs.
"Keep it up baby," he told her, "yes. That's what I want. Keep it up, baby."
The pleasure was building to a passionate pitch, and he could hardly stand it.
"Oh yes baby," he told her, "that's beautiful. Keep it going, baby. Yes."
Now his face was in her crotch as she was running her fingers through his cock and balls. As she excited him more, she could see that her erotic reaction created a simultaneous erotic response in him. The tongue stabbed away viciously, and she was more and more excited every second.
"Keep it up, baby," she begged. "Oh yes, yes, baby. That's what I want. Keep it up.
The pleasure mounted every moment and she knew it wouldn't be much longer until she juiced.
"Oh baby," he told her, "that so beautiful."
Suddenly with savage and animalistic tongue thrust designed to give her the erotic excitement she wanted, she juiced in his face.
"Eat my box baby," she panted, "eat my box."
Her hand pumped furiously on his penis, while he ate her. Suddenly her mouth slid over his shaft and she began licking it. He thrust it down her throat and while his tongue brought her to multiple climaxes, his cock splattered in her throat. The hot white spray was accepted like a glorious gift.
"Eat it," he panted, as he pulled his tongue out of her vagina.
She gobbled him and was thrilled by the opportunity to give him the sex he wanted.
"Oh baby," she smiled, "that's what I like."
As he lay there on her thigh he smiled at her.
"We can make a great team," he suggested. "We can put on exhibitions."
"Exhibitions?" she asked.
"Yes," he explained, "people pay plenty to watch a couple of lovers do everything. I could try that butterscotch and hot fudge routine and we could do the chair fuck."
"Where do you do this?" she asked.
"Private parties," he suggested. "How about that?"
"What would your wife say?" she asked him.
"As long as I'm bringing home the bread," he chuckled, "she wouldn't give a damn."
"What a nice marriage," she said acidly. "Thanks but no thanks."
"Oh you're a moral prude," he said. "You won't do that with me but you'd play around with your students. You should feel guilty."
"I don't," she said. "And don't try to make me feel guilty either."
"I'm not going to try and make you feel anything," he told her.
"You couldn't," she said. "I wilL only feel what I want to."
He was getting perturbed at her attitude and realized he was getting nowhere with the suggestion that they become a fuck team.
He got off the bed and slipped into his shorts slowly. He looked at her as she lay there.
"We would make a good team," he tried once more.
"Not on your life," she said. "Here's your money."
She paid him his money and when he slid into his pants and zipped up his fly and put on his shirt and jacket, he didn't have any more to say.
"Thanks for a good time," she said, as she saw him walk through the door.
Glancing back over his shoulder he gave her a small smile.
"Don't mention it," he said, and then he turned and walked out of the door and out of her life.
As she lay there she felt suddenly sad and lonely. She got up and went to the window. She opened up the doors and stepped on the balcony. The moonlight on the ocean appealed to her. She still felt that terrible loneliness.
Chapter Seven
When Susan Hopkins left Hawaii she felt sexually satisfied for once in her life. And she made her vows never again to become involved with students. She knew it would be a difficult vow for her to keep. Nevertheless she had made up her mind what she should do. However she had a class waiting for her and the principal said he wanted to see her.
"Yes," she said as she went in his office.
"Come in, Miss Hopkins," the principal beamed. "How was Hawaii ?" "I had a pleasant vacation," she said softly.
"That's nice," he said, "I always like to see my teachers take time off. I think they come back to the job refreshed. Then they can devote their full attention to their work." "Yes," she said.
"I'm thinking of putting on a play," he smiled. "A play in which we would use costumes. It's a comedy called 'The Roman Scandals'."
"That would involve quite a bit of expenditure for costumes, wouldn't it?" she asked.
"Not too much," he said. "Those Romans wore togas," he replied.
"Yes," she said. "I guess we could do it. We need more money in the drama fund."
"Well the money will be made available," he assured her.
The more she thought about the play the more disturbed she became. It would mean a lot of extra work for her, and she wasn't particularly anxious to get bogged down in any extra work. However if the principal wanted her to put on the play 'Roman Scandals' she would have to put on the play.
Going back to her classroom, she confronted her last period students with the play project.
"The principal has suggested we put on a play," she said trying to smile in spite of her own personal antagonism toward it.
"What's the name?" one boy asked eagerly~ " 'Roman Scandals'," she told him.
"Oh that sounds exciting," he enthused.
"I'm sure it will be a lot of fun," she told him.
As he listened to her, he became more and more excited at the project.
"I'm not crazy about this project," she admitted, "but if he wants to put it on, I guess we can."
"Who can I play?" one happy young man asked.
"You will have to go to the readings," she told him.
Finally she had to set a time for the readings. When the class period was over she felt a momentary sense of relief. At least it didn't have to begin for a little while, she thought to herself, consolingly. But her consolation was short lived, for a few hours later she had to meet with the try-out group.
As the different young men ^ried out for the parts, she had to decide that the young man who asked for the part he would play could play the part of the character called Claudius. When it came to the costumes, that caused another problem.
"What are we going to do about costumes?" one boy asked.
"I guess I'll have to fit you all out with togas," she said.
"Really," the young man who was going to have a part in the play told her.
"Marvin," she said, "since you are so enthusiastic, I guess you can be fitted first."
She dimissed the rest of the class and Marvin came over.
"Now Teach," he said, "how do we go about getting this fitting?"
"It's very easy," she assured him.
"How easy?" he smiled at her.
"It's no problem at all," she assured him.
"What do I do?" he asked eagerly.
"Well I should measure you," she said. "So I guess you'll just have to take off your pants."
He looked at her dumbfounded.
"Well I'm sure not going to do it with the doors open," he said. "Someone might come in here."
"That's right," she said, "you're shy. Well, Marvin, I will lock the doors."
She went to the front door and locked it and then went to the back door and locked it. When she turned around she got a look at him standing there with nothing but his shorts on. She could see his crotch was bulging and it was obvious to her he had an enormous hard-on. She decided to remain true to her vow and never again get involved with any student no matter how great the temptation.
Coming over to him she quickly began measuring him. As she did so the tape measure touched his penis through the cotton material of his shorts. It jumped at her.
"You know when you touch me," he said, "I get excited."
"I noticed that," she said coolly.
Seeing that this was not going to work, he decided to do a daring thing. He slipped his shorts down over his cock and exposed himself to her view. As she saw the huge meaty head on the gigantic cock, her heart pounded rapidly.
"What do you think of this?" he asked. "Would Claudius have a cock that long?"
Suddenly she seized it. She squeezed it and some juice surfaced at its small slit.
"It's a perfect size," she said, "yes, this would be what Claudius' cock would be like."
As he saw how excited she became he smiled. Confidently he commanded her, "Go down on it."
"Oh Marvin," she said, "I could never do a thing like that."
"You want it as bad as I do," he said eagerly, "now do it."
As if she had lost all control she dropped to her knees before the young vigorous student. She pulled on his gigantic male member and brought it to her lips. Opening her mouth she let her pink tongue slide down and lash over the head of it.
"Oh that feels fantastic," he exclaimed. "Oh baby, do me."
With a sudden hard jab he thrust his cock into her mouth.
"Oh, that's what I want," he exclaimed excitedly. "Yes baby, yes. That's what I want."
The pleasure mounted every moment now as they came closer and closer to climax. Marvin didn't want it to brust into her mouth immediately. He wanted to obtain more pleasure.
"Let me slam it down your throat Teach," he smiled.
His balls were bouncing on her chin and she kept her eyes open. She wanted to pull her mouth back and forth across the length of his cock so she could observe it sliding in and out of her mouth. This was part of the pleasure.
"Oh, eat me," the boy panted, as he became excited and stimulated with her mouth action.
"Yes," he exclaimed excitedly, "that's how to do it. Oh, ah, you're killing me."
She continued doing it until he could hardly stand it.
The pleasure was building now every moment and his cock was starting to drip. At the first taste of his sperm juice she became more intensely excited.
"My balls are loaded baby," he informed her. "And you're going to just love this cock."
The madness that possessed her to do this daring act in the classroom was due to the fact that lust overshadowed every other consideration. In this excited stage all she could think of was her own sexual satisfaction. Nothing else mattered, nothing else counted. "Oh, ah, yes, yes!" she panted. The sudden pleasure that she felt as he stabbed vigorously increased every moment. "Gobble it," he commanded her. "Go get it." She went for it savagely and as she gulped he stabbed it to her. With this action he rammed it all the way to the base of her throat and was ready to explode. This bothered her no end as she wanted to get the contents of his cock in her mouth. She wanted to taste it. That was the most intimate thing, the taste of him. Sliding off him quickly she felt him shooting^ Just in time, she made it so her mouth got his load.
"Oh, ah, yes, yes. That's the way." The super sensations that she experienced at this point of impact were unlike any she had ever had before. He was a longer harder boy than she had ever had the pleasure of doing and she determined she would hang onto him.
Her hands gripped his asscheeks and she massaged him as she finished slowly gobbling him.
"Oh Teach," he panted quickly, "you are too much. Oh baby, if I could have you in a bed, oh, what I could do with you. I'd eat your pussy, I'd lick you, oh baby, I'd give it to you."
As he spoke so enthusiastically Susan Hopkins knew she was being sucked in a whirlpool of sex that she thought she had gotten out of.
"Alright," she said. "Hurry. Put your shorts back on. I'll give you my address and phone number."
"Good," he said. "I want to go right from school over to your place."
"As long as you tell no one," she warned him. "If you tell anybody, it's all over between us."
"I understand," he assured her.
She opened up the front door to the class room after he had gone and felt relieved. The next moment she got a jolt. The principal dropped in. He gave her a hard stare. She had a horrid feeling to think what a close call she had.
"How's everything going?" he asked eagerly.
"Just fine," she assured him nervously.
"Now I want you to watch these students," he told her, "and see to it they don't get involved sexually."
"Sexually?" she asked him, opening her eyes up wide to pretend she knew nothing about the possibility.
"It may come as a little bit of a shock to you," he admitted, "but some of our students are quite proficient sexually. You see they are bombarded with it all the time. They see it in the movies, they watch it on television. The magazines are forever spreading naked women all over the drugstores and then the young people want to try it at ten or eleven."
"Oh," she said.
"It is very important when we're doing a costume, play when they wear such abbreviated costumes as these Romans did, that we do everything within our power to make sure that the young people control themselves."
"Why yes of course," she agreed.
"It is awful," he said, "that we have to take so many precautions. But it is essential that we do. I'm sure you understand what I'm talking about."
"Yes," she said. "We've got to make sure these togas are long enough."
"That's true," he admitted. "We don't want to see a bulging crotch or worse."
"Precisely," she smiled. "Actually this job has a lot of little things I never thought of."
"Well being a rather conservative woman as I'm sure you are," he said, "I can under- stand all that. But we have to consider the young people and where they're at today."
"Yes," she said, "like it is."
"Precisely," he nodded emphatically.
The point had been made. And now he wished her well with the play and dismissed himself. Then the teacher was left with her fears. It haunted her to see how well aware he was of sex going on. He would have twenty fits if he knew that she was hot for some of the young men.
She hurried out of the classroom and walked down the hall and then a teacher overtook her and began chatting with her.
"How are you, Miss Hopkins?" she smiled. "I don't know as we've had a chance to get acquainted. My name is Pam Henderson."
"Glad to meet you, Pam," she smiled.
"I've just gotten word that you are going to put on the play this year," she said. "That's so exciting. The principal told me that we're going to do 'The Roman Scandals'."
"Yes," she said, as she tried to get away from her as she went on down the hall.
"Well it's a wonderful play," the teacher said, "and I think everyone will be delighted with it. Actually it is a real treat for us to have you here."
"Thank you," she said.
Pam continued talking as she seemed to have something she wanted to tell her.
"You know last year," she said, "we had a high school scandal."
"No I didn't know about that," she said reluctantly, not actually trying to pry out any information at all.
"Yes," she said, "a little orgy in the drama club."
"Oh no," she exclaimed, "how horrid."
"Well that's true," she said, "and it makes me sick when I think of it. Actually, dear, we can't be too careful watching these students. They're forever trying to get on the topic of sex. You have to be careful about all of that."
"Of course," she said abruptly.
"Of course," she agreed with her.
When she finally got out to the parking lot, she felt like driving her car into the cement block wall. She feared going back to her place as she knew who would be waiting there. Sure enough as she pulled up to her apartment house she saw Marvin. He was standing outside.
"Hi Teach," he grinned.
"Hi," she said quietly.
It was as if she saw the entire faculty lined up now watching her take the young boy up to her place.
When they got into the apartment he began taking off his clothes.
"I hope you stopped to get the booze," he said.
"Oh I forgot about it," she admitted.
"Don't tell me you don't have any here," he said angrily.
"Does it mean that much to you?" she asked.
"Yes if you must know, it does," he insisted.
"That being the case," she informed him, "I'll go get some."
She hated to leave him alone in her place but she knew that she had little or no alternative. She went down to the corner liquor store and bought a bottle of bourbon. She got another bottle of seven and some ice cubes. When she came in the door she saw him sitting on the sofa naked, watching television.
"Oh you should have had the door locked," she said. "What if someone came over to see me and found you here naked on the sofa?"
"Well if it was a girl I would have fucked her," he smiled.
"Marvin," she said, "you are a little too frisky for your own good."
"Am I?" he smiled.
"I would say that you were," she assured him.
She went to the kichen and she fixed the drinks. Returning to the living room, she no- ticed he had locked the door.
"Now take off everything too," he smiled. I want to see you naked, Teach."
"Yes of course," she agreed.
As she removed her clothes she saw how carefully he watched her take off each garment.
"You have some nice panties, Teach," he told her.
"Thank you," she smiled.
Slipping out of her panties she stood there with her shaved box. He walked over to her and complimented her.
"The first time I've ever seen a shaved box, Teach," he told her. "And it looks mighty delicious."
"It is," she said, "but you can only tell by tongue test just how delicious."
"You don't have to tell me to eat pussy," he chuckled, "I'm crazy about that."
He sipped the drink slowly and felt of her as she sat down there beside him. His hands were all over her. On her breasts, at her inner thighs, as well as her mound.
"Oh you look so good," he smiled, "so good, baby."
He was getting more and more stimulated all the time.
"You know baby," he said, "there isn't anything I'd like to do better than eat your pussy."
"Help yourself honey," she said. "My pussy eating action is good, they tell me."
He bent over on the sofa and let his face fall into her lap. He licked along her slit then he curiously pried her pussy lips apart and examined her closely.
"Are you performing surgery?" she asked. "Or are you going to eat it?"
"I'm going to examine it first," he smiled. "I always examine my food before I eat it."
"Good for you baby," she smiled, as she watched his face down in her muff. "Good eating and bon apetit."
He stabbed his tongue in there and went to work with hard regular strokes. She could tell he had eaten a lot of pussy and was amazed at his skill for such a young boy.
"Come on, baby," she told him, "keep it up."
She shoved forward and the hot tongue plunged in there. As the tongue surged inside of her, she became more and more excited.
"Eat my pussy," she begged him, "that's it. Eat it. Come on baby, eat the pussy."
The hot tongue plunged in now furiously and then she shoved forward. He was licking across her clitoris in piston precision timing. The next minute she felt his teeth bearing down on her clit. He bore down so hard she was afraid he would bring blood.
"Don't get carried away lover," she warned him.
Now he was grasping her waist with his hands. The teacher thrust her legs over his shoulders as she arched her ass forward on the sofa.
"Oh baby," she begged him, "feel of my ass while you eat my pussy."
His hands went to her buttocks. He massaged them vigorously now as the tongue continued stabbing inside of her.
"Oh," she groaned in delight, "baby that's wild."
The passionate pleasure that she was enjoying as the young student went to town was indeed beautiful. She was clutching the sofa pillows at the side of the sofa as he went on licking.
"Lick my pussy baby," she cried, "lick it. That's it. Eat your fill."
Finally as his hot tongue swept her velvety vagina walls she juiced. As she juiced he gasped in delight. He couldn't utter a word as his mouth was fastened over her mound. However he made low groans that she instantly understood.
"Eat me," she insisted, "eat it baby, that's good for you. Oh baby, what a pussy eater. You should get a pussy eater prize." Finally he pulled his tongue out of her hole and grinned.
"How was that?" he asked- "Get me a drink."
"You were marvelous," she said. "You really were."
"That's what the gals tell me at school," he said. "They consider me the best lover. That's why I wanted to try my tongue out on you."
As he looked at her she became more and more aware of how lust driven he was.
"There are a lot of things we can do, Teach," he smiled. "How about that animal game?"
"Animal game?" she asked as she handed him another drink.
"Yes," he smiled as he sipped his drink.
"Explain yourself," she told him bluntly.
"Well," he said, "you are my naked prey. I run around the house trying to catch you. And when I do, I make you lick my ass, lick my balls and blow me."
"That sounds like a rather strange game, honey," she smiled. "But if you want to play, I'll play."
They began in the bedroom and she had a head start. She was on top of the bed as he came running for her. He made a flying tackle and missed.
"You're pretty fast, baby," he said. "You really are."
She went into the living room and he cornered her in the kitchen.
"Oh wow!" he said. "Let me sit up on the table. I want to do it on the table."
As he lay there he smiled.
"I want you to lick my ass first," he begged.
"I won't suck your asshole," she told him. "I will lick your asscheeks. O.K.?"
"Lick both of them," he begged.
Once she had agreed to do this for him, he lay on that table and spread. Her fingers played around with his prostate gland and her tongue licked away at his soft buttocks.
"Oh wow!" he panted. "That feels good. Yes, baby, do that."
The pleasure mounted every moment as he did his thing.
"Come on, baby," he said, "oh yes. That's the way to do it."
There was enormous pleasure now as her tongue teased and tantalized his bare behind. Her fingertips continued massaging his prostate, and he was getting more and more turned on.
"Oh baby," he gasped excitedly, "you don't know what you do to me. Keep that up."
The pleasure was building every moment now and she was really turned on too.
"I'm going to flip my ass over now," he told fier, "and feed your face cock."
When he had rolled over and presented her with his huge penis he held it in his hand while he pumped it.
"It's really effective," he explained, "if you pull on it. Then, you lick the balls first. When you finish licking, you open your mouth and take them in."
The teacher wasn't talking now. She was too busy licking away at his large testicles. As she licked, she watched him pulling on his penis and she wanted to do it for him. She pushed his hand aside and grabbed his cock in her had and pulled up and down.
"Oh do that," he panted. "That's it. Do it."
The pleasure was mounting now as he was more and more intensely excited.
"Oh, both balls," he said. "That's it. Oh, lash it with your tongue, baby, lick them."
Her hand working vigorously on his cock alternating with her tongue twirling around his testicles, was bringing him closer and closer to a scorching climax.
"Oh fuck it," he said, "fuck it."
She slid her tongue along his cock. She topped the crown of his cock with her mouth. She let her head bob up and down as he wrapped his legs around her. Doing it on the kitchen table somehow lent pleasure to the act.
"Keep that up," he urged her. "Yes baby, yes baby. That's what I dig. Oh honey, do it!"
The pleasure was mounting every moment now and she was becoming more and more intensely excited too. She was eager to get another taste of his juicy load.
"Eat my cock," he cried excitedly. "Eat it. That's it. Eat it, baby. Come on baby."
With his legs locked around her and his hands shoving her farther down over himself, he rammed forward. She could feel it sliding all the way up there.
"Oh wow!" he gasped, as the pleasure became almost more than he could stand.
"Gobble that cock," he said to her, "gobble it, baby. Now you're doing it. Just like that. Oh, ah, yes, yes, that's the way. Now, baby, eat it."
Greedily, gladly, she ate him. As the sperm lashed into her mouth she rolled it around on her tongue and tasted him.
"You like to eat sperm, don't you?" he flashed her a knowing smile.
With her mouth plugged with penis she couldn't answer, but she nodded. And from the look in her eyes he could easily tell how much she enjoyed it.
"Ah wow!" he smiled. "This is too much."
The great pleasure that he was discovering as she did him, was almost more than he could take. He shot her some more.
"So how about that?" he smiled. "Take it all."
She was happy to receive him. When she finally pulled off his penis he looked at her.
"You're some teacher," he grinned.
"Well I can give you a few lessons in sex, can't I?" she said, as she walked across the room and poured herself another drink.
"You sure can, baby," he smiled at her.
As she sipped away at her drink, she confessed more than she should have to him.
"You know I guess I'm a fucking nympho," she said. "When I took a vacation to Hawaii, I didn't go there to swim in the'sea or look at the rainbows. Not me, I went to a restaurant where they had nude waiters. And you know what?" she laughed.
"What?" the student asked, unable to understand how any woman could be this oversexed.
"I had a ball," she replied. "An absolute ball. It was true happiness to turn on with those guys."
"Maybe you belong in a whore house and not in a school house," he chuckled.
"You might be right," she admitted. "I really think that I am in the wrong place."
As she leaned toward him again, his cock went limp. He was fearful that she was some kind of kook. This bothered him so much that he couldn't get another erection.
"What's the matter honey?" she smiled smugly. "Is something troubling you?"
"No baby," he said, "nothing."
It was difficult for him to understand how she could act this way. Nevertheless it was becoming more and more evident to her that it was an impossible situation.
"Baby," he smiled at her, "I want to tell you something. You are a dangerous woman."
"What do you mean dangerous?" she demanded.
"You could suck a man dry," he said. "You are just a sex animal. You're sick. Don't you you know that?"
"What do you mean?" she asked angrily.
"Just what I said," he said. "You are sick. I'm getting out of here."
Hastily he got his clothes together and dressed. As he walked out of the apartment, she looked after him.
"Where are you going?" she demanded.
"I'm going to get the hell out of here," he replied, "while the going is good."
When she was left alone with her troubling thoughts, she didn't know what to do. She was puzzled and perplexed. Finally she fell asleep and let the drink fall out of her hand and the liquid contents of the glass splattered across the floor. "Oh God, that's awful," she said. "Look what I've done."
She was worried and uptight. It made it difficult for her to go on. Nevertheless she knew she had to do what she had to do.
The next day, when she went to school there was a note inviting her to see the principal.
"I wonder what he wants to see me about," she told the principal's secretary.
"I have no idea," the principal's secretary said, and turned away from her.
That frightened her, as she couldn't understand why she seemed so cold. She went into the principal's office and she became grimly aware that problems were there.
"Good morning," the principal began, "and how are you today?" . "Just fine, thank you," she said.
"And how is everything coming?" he smiled. "Our play and everything?"
"Just fine," she said.
"One of the actors talked to me," he said. "And he told me some remarkable things about you."
"That's nice," she said fearfully.
"Is it?" he asked, in an eyeball to eyeball confrontation.
"Are you trying to tell me something?" she demanded.
"You bet I am," he told her. "And you listen good. Real good." "Come on," she said, "what is it?"
"Just this," he said evenly. "It is very dangerous indeed to have sex with a student."
"Oh I'd never think of such a thing," she said. "I can't understand why you are asking me to come in here and discuss this topic with you, especially so early in the morning."
"Well I thought I'd better get it over with," he said evenly, "and I want to tell you I'm really shocked."
"Shocked?" she went on innocently. "I can't imagine over what."
"Well I can," he said evenly, "and it sickens me."
"What sickens you?" she demanded.
"A teacher who would take advantage of a student sexually."
He said it as he sat at the edge of the desk and she looked at him greedily.
"You know," he said, "I think you would like to put the make on me."
"You're not bad looking," she said, hoping she could get her way out of the predicament through sexual blackmail.
"What would you like to do?" he said, letting her go on in her illusion.
"Oh I can do anything," she said, "with an adult I dug. I have my own moral code."
"That's obvious," he said. "You do have your own way of doing things, don't you baby?"
"You bet I do," she said, "and there's noth- ing wrong with it. Don't you ever get tired of doing it with the same old wife year in and year out?"
The principal listened to her and as he heard the arguments he couldn't help agreeing with some of what she was saying. It was particularly distressing to him.
"Well you have a point there, go on," he said, trying to pump more information on how she looked at sex and life.
"Well," she said, "if you want to have a good time I could give you a good time like you never had before. There are all sorts of things that I could do to accommodate you. How long has it been since your wife gave you a blow job?"
"I don't like to talk about it," he said.
"Of course you don't," she said. "Your wife probably won't go near your cock. She would find it offensive for you to ask. And especially now, in these days of female liberation they want to go up, not down."
He laughed at the pun, but then caught himself. He knew he had a responsibility and a duty to perform and he must not get lost in the mire of her own sexual misadventures.
"Now as I was saying," he said, "what else do you do?"
"Oh, I would give you a nice body massage," she smiled. "I would let my fingers run all over your body. Of course you would be well oiled and I would be bareass naked. Then with my oily breasts I'd use them effectively."
"How would you use them?" the principal asked, frankly curious at this point.
"I'd brush them gently over your behind," she said. "And then I'd kiss your ass and lick it."
"You're quite a shocking woman," the principal said. "Quite shocking."
*But doesn't it sound delicious?" she giggled.
"I will admit, you are Satan in high heels."
"Now baby," she laughed, "that's no way to talk, is it?"
"No," he said, "I guess it isn't."
As he spoke with her he became more and more aware of what the score was, and it bothered him all the more.
"Sweetheart," he smiled, "there are a lot of things that people do. What do you think of ass sucking?"
"Well that hasn't been my speciality," she admitted, "but maybe in a rare circumstance where I care an awful lot for the guy I could."
"Tell me, what else you like to do," he said.
"Well I enjoy giving blow jobs," the teacher admitted, "and I see nothing wrong with it. Plus, I love having my pussy eaten."
She glanced down at his crotch and the prin- cipal's mouth watered.
"I'm sure that when you were a young man," she told him, "that you would have given your right arm up to here to eat the pussy of the prettiest girl in the class. Am I right?"
"Well you're not wrong, baby," he admitted. "You are telling the truth."
"That's what I thought," she said nervously.
As she looked at him she explained how she liked it.
"I like a man who gets his love right at my muff," she giggled, "and gets in there with his tongue."
"You're an interesting woman," he told her, "you really are. I want to ask you a couple more things. What do you think about sex with a student?"
"I don't find them appealing at all," she told him.
He shook his head and asked her repeatedly, "Are you telling me the truth?"
"Of course I am," she replied.
"Well, Susan, I want to read you something."
He picked up a piece of paper and began reading.
"I want to report my teacher, Miss Hopkins. I regret I had sex with her. Too late I discovered she is sick on sex. She lured me to her apartment and carried on in a series of wild sexual activites. Sure I enjoyed getting a piece of ass, but I don't want to get a crazy woman on my back. It bugged me to think of how much she wanted. She went ape for me, and I did everything with her. But it's her fault. Because if she hadn't had gotten into the act, I wouldn't have done what I did."
She looked up at the principal.
"Who wrote that?" she said.
"I know for one thing the person is a liar. Now tell me, who wrote it?"
"That is for me to know and you to find out," he said. "Could quite a few students have written that?"
"Oh you've got to believe me," she covered herself quickly. "My sexual activity is confined to older people. I would never think of doing this."
Just then the principal opened the door and the student she had sex with the previous walked in.
"Oh God, what are you doing here?" she said, as horror struck her heart.
"You're not fit to be a teacher," the boy said.
"Did you have sex with her?" the principal asked the student.
"Yes, I did," the boy said.
"And did she do all of those perverted acts to you?" he continued.
"She did them all," he said quickly, "and I even had to put my tongue in her you-know-what."
"I know what," the principal nodded grimly. "That will be enough." The boy went out.
"Are you going to believe him against me?" she demanded.
"Yes, I do. After our conversation, I believe every word he said and more. You were trying to put the make on me too."
"That is a vile lie," she gasped, as she got to her feet. "You worthless old fart and windbag, how dare you suggest that I would allow you to touch my body?"
"You've sealed your fate," the principal said angrily. "You are through, finished. Here is your resignation, sign it. I wish I could make you sign it in blood, but I won't. Go ahead, sign it."
Susan looked at him and once more her heart pounded rapidly.
"I won't," she insisted. "I'll fight you."
"You can't fight the truth," he said. "You are so confused and fouled up that you should go to a head shrinker and get help. Now sign that damned piece of paper and get the hell out of this school as fast as you can."
"Alright, dammit," she said, as she scrawled her resignation form.
Then mustering what little dignity she had left she looked at him.
"Maybe I'm fouled up and confused," she admitted, "but at least I'm not suppressed."
"Get out of here," the principal fumed, "and don't ever come back."
"Don't worry," she said, "I'm leaving the teaching profession."
"You are forced to leave it," he said, "and with good reason. There's another type of business where you belong."
"Yes," she said, "and that's what I'm going to be doing."
"That's what you have been doing all of your life," he said. "The school is the wrong place. Don't try to turn the school house into a whore house."
She walked out rapidly brushing a tear aside, as this was the end of one career and the beginning of another.
