The seething passions that lurk within many individuals are often hidden beneath a veneer of normalcy, exposed only under extremely trying and tempting conditions.
The woman who, after a few drinks at a party, takes on all comers, male and female alike. The man who, during the strip show at a stag party, climbs up on the stage with the girl and performs with her in front of his friends. The couple who, under group pressure, reluctantly join the neighborhood wife-swappers.
Jean Walker, a prim and proper high school teacher, is one of these outwardly normal people. But within her a love of degradation and a desire to be debased and dominated lies coiled like a snake, waiting only for the proper stimulus to arouse it.
TEACHER'S HOT WET PANTIES -- a fictional story about a society that refuses to face many of its real problems.
The Publisher
Chapter One
Miss Jean Walker's history class was meeting for the first time, the last class of the day at Oakdale High School. Miss Walker was new at the school, and in some ways she was a pleasant surprise to the students. Nobody had expected her to be so sexy looking.
"Jesus!" Wylie Brown exclaimed. "That's a teacher?"
Jean Walker was in her late twenties, a tall statuesque brunette with great legs, pretty face, and large thrusting tits. She looked like she belonged in a centerfold, not a classroom. Wylie and the other boys couldn't take their eyes off her, and the girls envied her terrific figure.
But the class soon discovered that Miss Walker's personality wasn't as pleasant as her appearance. As Wylie whispered a wisecrack to the guy sitting next to him, the beautiful schoolteacher snapped: "No talking in class! That will cost you half an hour after school, young man."
Wylie stared at her, open-mouthed. Oakdale was a pretty easy-going school, and the guys weren't used to strict teachers.
But as the hour moved on, they learned that Miss Walker meant business. She demanded perfect behavior from her students, and she didn't hesitate to hand out penalties. Wylie and the others quickly concluded that the class was going to be a colossal pain in the ass.
Jean Walker could see the hostility in the students' faces, and she realized she'd gotten off to a poor start with them. But she'd never taught in public school before, and she didn't know the ropes. Up to now, she'd taught only in all-girl schools. She didn't like being around males and never had.
Men, her widowed mother had warned her over and over again, wanted only one thing -- and that thing was something that nice girls didn't even discuss.
Now Jean could barely conceal her distaste as she studied the boys in her class. For some reason her eyes kept moving to their crotches, to those mysterious cock-bulges. Of course, she'd read all about sex and knew what a cock was, but she'd never seen a real live cock. Not that she wanted to. Sex and men didn't interest her at all.
Still, she had to fight that maddening urge to stare at the boys' cock-bulges. She couldn't understand what was the matter with her. She'd just never been around males very much, so maybe it was natural curiosity. Long ago, when she was just a little girl, Jean had vowed never to marry, never to even let a man touch her.
One of the boys in the class, Wylie, was especially disturbing to her. He kept brazenly looking her over, his gaze traveling up and down her body. Jean felt like he was stripping her naked, and she reddened whenever he caught her eye. He was a tall, lean guy with a thin mustache, somehow menacing-looking. She didn't like him at all.
The feeling was mutual. As the class went on, Wylie got more and more pissed off at the gorgeous but stem new teacher.
At last, he leaned close to his buddy, Terry, and whispered: "This bitch needs to be put in her place."
Terry, who'd also been given half an hour's detention for talking, nodded grimly. "Got any ideas?" he whispered back.
Wylie grinned. "Yeah," he replied, "I'd like to screw her in front of the whole class."
Another buddy, Vince, was listening, and the three of them broke into snickers.
Blushing with anger, Jean whirled on them and announced: "All right, you boys, that'll be a whole hour after school for each of you. You're going to learn not to talk in class."
"Yes, teacher," Wylie snickered.
Jean was glad to see the class coming to an end. It was clear that she wasn't going to win any popularity contests at Oakdale High. She wished now that she hadn't taken the job. But the girls' schools didn't, pay much, and she needed more money, or so she'd thought at the time. Now she wondered if that little bit of extra money was going to be worth the hassle.
"Class dismissed," she sighed at last.
"Just a minute, everybody," Wylie said, standing up. "My buddies and I wanta entertain you, and Miss Walker is gonna be part of our act. You're gonna love this, I promise. Vince, lock the door."
"Now, wait!" Jean sputtered. "Just what is going on here? I said the class is dismissed."
Nobody moved, and nobody answered her. All eyes were focused on the pretty brunette, and some of the guys were starting to grin. They knew something Jean didn't know. Suddenly she felt alarmed. Vince locked the classroom door, and then he and Terry and Wylie started toward her, grinning like maniacs.
Jean started walking towards the door, her only thought being to get away from those menacing-looking teenaged boys. But she didn't get very far. Wylie sprang forward and caught her wrist, holding it painfully tight. She couldn't move without it hurting. Suddenly Jean knew she was in real trouble.
"Let go of me, Wylie," she hissed. "You'll be sorry for this."
"Aw, I don't think so, teacher," he said, leering. "You're the one that's gonna be sorry. We don't like your snooty ways, so you're gonna get punished. Get over here, in front of your desk."
He dragged her to her desk at the front of the room. Now every guy in the class was grinning and eager. Jean realized just how much she'd alienated them with her strictness. Now she was going to pay, but now? She hated to think what mortifying scheme Wylie and his buddies had concocted.
"Okay, teacher -- strip," Wylie ordered.
The guys clapped and cheered, while Jean turned red as a beet.
"You're insane!" she exclaimed. "No way in the world am I going to do that."
"Okay, then we'll do it for you," Wylie growled. "Hold her, you guys."
Vince and Terry moved in to restrain her by the arms. Jean struggled violently, but even though she was a tall girl and in good shape, she was no match for the husky teenaged males. They held her in place while Wylie started unbuttoning her blouse. The guys were on the edge of their seats as they watched.
"Oh, no, please," Jean moaned. "Don't do this to me, Wylie."
"Quit begging, bitch," he spat. "It ain't gonna help you any. It's too late for that. You're gonna find put what we do to teachers we don't like."
Jean went on blushing furiously as he opened her blouse and drew it off. She was dressed modestly, as always, wearing a plain white silky slip under her blouse and tweed skirt. The skirt went next, and then Wylie reached up under her slip and tugged down her pantyhose. Jean wanted to fall through the floor.
"Please don't," she moaned. "I know I got off on the wrong foot with all of you, but that can change."
"You better believe it's gonna change, bitch!" Wylie spat. "You're gonna be a different person when we get through with you."
He reached for the hem of her slip and raised the garment off over her head. She stood before the entire leering class in just her lacy bra and panties, and she wanted to die of embarrassment. Nobody had ever seen her like that before. She'd been raised so modestly and primly that she didn't even undress in front of her mother. Now the students' whistles and cheers were mortifying to her.
Her large firm tits looked ready to overflow her little bra. The panties weren't her usual style, but a bikini cut that she'd grabbed off a sales table when she was in a hurry. They were revealingly skimpy. Wylie stood back to look her over, his dark eyes moving hungrily up and down her body.
"Nice," he breathed, "real nice. You may be a bitch, Miss Walker, but you're sure built."
"Wylie, you're going to be expelled from school for this," Jean said grimly. "You and the entire class. You'd better stop right now. If you do, I won't say anything."
"Why, that's real generous of you, teacher," Wylie said sarcastically. "Let's take a vote on that. Class, would you rather quit now, or see Miss Walker without any clothes?"
The vote was unanimous.
Wylie reached around Jean and unhooked her bra. She sobbed with embarrassment as he drew it off, revealing her large melon-shaped tits and big conical nipples. The guys were cheering and stomping now. Wylie dropped her bra on the desk and stood back to ogle her naked tits.
"Man," he breathed, "I can hardly wait to get a handful of those beauties."
Jean whimpered in protest as his hands darted for her tits. Hot greedy fingers closed around her silky-skinned tits and began to squeeze and caress. Gasping, she sank back against Vince and Terry, who were holding her from behind. The strangest sensation was coming over her as Wylie played with her tits.
"Oh, my God," she breathed.
The feeling was so new to her that she didn't even recognize it at first. Her whole body seemed to tingle and melt. Then she started getting hot between her legs. Sticky cream leaked from her cunt, moistening the swelling flesh of her pussy. This had never happened to her before.
But after a few minutes she realized what it was. For the first time in her life, the spinster teacher was feeling hungry for sex.
She couldn't deny it. Wylie's fondling hands felt exciting to her, and her pussy was getting hot as fire and soaked with cream. Crazily, she wanted the boy to touch her all over. She wanted his hand between her thighs, massaging her swollen cunt slit. She moaned as she realized she was getting frantically horny.
It had never happened to her before except in dreams. Awake, she shut off all thoughts of men and sex, but sometimes she'd have these embarrassing wicked dreams. Some man would be fondling her, and she'd wake up with her pussy waked and her body writhing restlessly. A couple of times, she'd even climaxed in her sleep.
Now those treacherous feelings were coming over her again, but this time she was awake. She felt so ashamed of herself. Why should she get turned on when this vicious young punk was humiliating her in front of the whole class? She struggled not to show how aroused she was getting. She'd never give Wylie the satisfaction of knowing how horny he was making her.
He was grinning broadly as he rubbed his thumbs over her big light-pink nipples and teased the soft cones into long rigid nubs. Her nipples soon stuck out obscenely, rosy and tingling. When he'd achieved that effect, Wylie dropped her heavy hot tits and moved his hands down to the waistband of her panties.
"No," Jean sobbed. "Oh, God, nooooo." Nobody showed her any mercy. They were all grinning as Wylie removed her panties. They ogled her neat dark cunt bush and nice firm ass. Now they could see everything, and her humiliation was complete -- or so she thought. Wylie leered at her, his eyes darting from her lush triangular pussy bush to her stiff-nippled tits.
"I'm really gonna enjoy this, teacher," he grinned, unzipping his Levi's.
Jean couldn't believe it was happening. Right there in front of thirty students, Wylie was preparing to rape her! Her eyes got huge as he dropped his jeans. He wasn't wearing shorts. His cock was stiff, ready and enormous. At least his cock seemed enormous to her shocked and inexperienced eyes.
"Oh, no," she said hoarsely, "you're out of your mind, Wylie. You're not going to do this."
"Oh, yes, I am, teacher," he snarled. "I'm gonna fuck you in front of the whole class -- and then my buddies are gonna fuck you."
Jean's mouth dropped open. This just couldn't be happening to her! She struggled with all her power, but Vince and Terry held her still. She stared helplessly at Wylie's lewdly wagging cock. It looked a mile long to her, and as thick as her arm. The swollen purple cockhead was dripping thick cream.
Her vow had been to remain a virgin all her life, never letting a man touch her, never experiencing sex. But it was clear that she wouldn't be able to keep that vow. Wylie was going to shove that enormous rock-hard cock of his into her virgin cunt, and he was going to do it in front of the whole class.
"Please, I'll do anything you want," she begged, "but don't do this."
Wylie ignored her frantic pleading. "Set her up on the desk," he ordered.
His buddies lifted her easily and sat her on the edge of the desk. Wylie pushed her back till she was lying on her back, her ass and her heels on the edge of the desk. While she blushed furiously, he drew her legs wide open, displaying her creamy pink pussy to the cheering students.
"Okay, Miss Walker," he growled, "this'll teach you to be more friendly to your students."
"Oh, nooooo!" Jean wailed. There was no escape. She clawed the desk and braced herself.
The guys were cheering wildly as Wylie pressed the hugely swollen head of his cock against the teacher's fur-fringed cunt mouth. Grinning triumphantly, he started pushing his thick blue-veined prick into her pussy. He did it steadily but slowly, putting on a show for the rest of the guys. Jean gritted her teeth, waiting to be split in two by his engorged boner.
"Unnnhhhh, unnnhhhh," she gasped.
"Jesus, teacher, your cunt's tight," Wylie panted. "Ain't you ever fucked before?"
Did the punk realize he was taking her cherry? Jean would never give him the satisfaction of knowing that. She bit her lip and stifled her cries of fear and pain as his granite cock fucked into her untried cunt. At least he wasn't splitting her in half as she'd feared. Somehow, her virgin pussy was expanding to take his cockmeat.
"Unnngghhh, yeah, nice and tight," he moaned.
Wylie was almost forgetting he had an audience. Jean could tell he was surprised and aroused by the snugness of her cunt. He got flushed in the face, and his teeth flashed in a horny grimace. He shivered with excitement as he steadily fucked his stiff cock into her hot and velvety pussy hole.
But Jean couldn't forget their audience. On either side of them stood Vince and Terry, holding her arms, keeping her captive. They were grinning like fiends as they watched Wylie's rock-hard prick spreading her delicate pussy lips and fucking ever deeper into her body. It was bad enough having those leering hoodlums right there beside her -- but there was also the whole class.
Looking around Wylie, she could see some thirty pairs of eyes all focused on her pussy, thirty excited young faces. No teacher could have been more humiliated, more thoroughly punished, Jean thought. How could she ever face than again after this disgusting episode? And of course word would get around that Miss Walker had been fucked in front of the whole class.
But she had worries enough right now without thinking about the future. Panting, Wylie pushed his cock up against her womb, totally into her now, his coarse-haired balls gliding to rest against her cunt slit. He paused to catch his breath and savor his conquest -- and that was when Jean started getting those unwelcome horny sensations again.
To her horror, his cock felt good to her. She liked having her cunt full of thick throbbing cockmeat. She had to fight to quell her own natural, lusty urges. She found she wanted to jerk her hips, to piston her cunt up and down the impalement of his hard cock. She was creaming again, soaking his prick. She prayed he couldn't feel it.
"Yeah, teacher," he said hoarsely, leering down at her, "you got a nice tight pussy. My buddies are gonna love fucking you. And the class is gonna enjoy watching you get it."
That got some cheers and applause.
Jean closed her eyes, shutting out all the mocking faces. But that proved to be a mistake. With her eyes closed, she was conscious only of the boy's thick throbbing cock in her cunt, and she couldn't ignore how exciting it felt to her. She couldn't stop her lusty creaming, and she barely kept from writhing with need.
"You're gonna get fucked good now, teacher," Wylie told her hoarsely. "Hope you enjoy it."
"You'll be sorry for this, Wylie," she said weakly.
He just laughed. Then he started moving his cock stiffly in her cream-slick little cunt. He was fucking her in slow deep thrusts, putting on a show for the class. He wasn't thinking of her enjoyment, of course. But he couldn't have done anything that would have felt better to her.
Her near-virgin cunt was still sore and tender, and that slow deep fucking was perfect. It gave her a chance to get used to his cock, a chance to start liking it. Jean was sorry for that. She wished he'd just fuck her hard and brutally, hurting her, so she wouldn't get turned on. But she was feeling more aroused and excited by the second.
Each gradual fuck-thrust filled her hot little cunt with that fat pulsating slab of cockmeat and gave her a rush of pleasure that made her want to whimper and squeal. His long stiff prickshaft tugged at her clit, giving her more stabs of pleasure. To her horror, Jean saw that she could really get to love being fucked.
Her cunt was betraying her, going over to the enemy. The more Wylie fucked her, the more her cunt heated, stretched and creamed, eagerly accommodating his deep-plowing prick. She just prayed he couldn't feel the wicked way her pussy was responding to his cock. She couldn't stand the humiliation if he realized that she was loving his fucking.
She tried to think of other things, but it was impossible to ignore those stabs of pleasure as the boy fucked his iron-hard cock in her helplessly creaming cunt. She wanted to jerk her hips to his rhythm and fuck right back at him. She wanted him to fuck her till she came.
That sweet release always felt so great, even though it embarrassed her when she came in her sleep. She'd wake herself by moaning in ecstasy and rolling around in helpless spasms of pleasure. It felt fantastic, but she'd been so ashamed afterwards. After all, she'd vowed to have nothing to do with sex.
Still there were times when her own body betrayed her, and this was one of them. She was horrified at being raped in front of a roomful of guys, but her cunt felt no horror, only steadily mounting pleasure. Wylie was getting more and more turned on, too, and as it happened, he fucked her faster and harder.
"Ahhhhh, yeah, her cunt's nice and hot," he groaned. Then he leered down at her. "You enjoying this, teacher? You like getting fucked?"
Jean kept her eyes closed and didn't answer. She had all she could do just to control the lusty urges of her body, which were growing stronger by the second. The faster he fucked her, the better it felt. She wanted to move with him, fuck back at him, and moan her pleasure. She was tired of keeping her natural needs bottled up.
Jean was realizing that she needed sex as much as any other woman. She'd been kidding herself all these years, thinking she could ignore her body and go a lifetime with no sexual release. She should have known better when she started having those erotic dreams and getting orgasms in her sleep. Her body obviously was trying to tell her something. Now she knew what the message was. Without admitting it to herself, without even being conscious of it, she'd needed a man.
She'd needed exactly what she was getting now, a hot hard cock reaming her cunt deeply, filling it almost to bursting. For years she'd bottled up her natural horny urges, but now they were flooding out and she couldn't stop them. Wylie's cock hammered in her cunt, and she could hardly keep from wailing her ecstasy. She knew she was dangerously close to losing her self-control.
"Take it, bitch, take my cock," Wylie was chanting, his voice raspy with pleasure.
She could hear the other guys laughing, making dirty remarks, thoroughly enjoying her humiliation. It would be just too embarrassing if they found out how roused she was. She struggled to keep her face stern and her body stiff as Wylie pistoned his thick boner ever faster and harder in her fiery-hot little pussy.
But as hard as she struggled to hide her pleasure, there were some signs she couldn't control. Her big tits, bouncing like jelly, were stiff-nippled and swollen. Thick molten pussy cream boiled round Wylie's pistoning cock, then overflowed her crammed cunt and gushed down the crack of her ass. If Wylie had been more experienced with women, he could have seen the success he was having.
"Now I'm really gonna give it to her," he announced gleefully to the class. "I'm gonna give this bitch a fucking she'll never forget."
The guys applauded and cheered wildly. Then Wylie took Jean's long shapely legs and draped them over his shoulders, opening her pussy to his deepest cock-thrusts. He began to fuck into her like a piledriver. Her body shuddered with the impact, her heavy hot tits shaking and wobbling.
"You like it, bitch?" he panted. "I'm gonna fuck the shit out of you, teacher, and there's nothing you can do about it."
At that moment Jean didn't want to do anything about it. She was rocketing rapidly and helplessly towards orgasm. The fast hard thrusts of the boy's stiff cock were getting to her, and she couldn't hold back the climax that threatened to rip through her body at any moment. She had to have it or go crazy.
"Unnnnhhh, unnnngggghhhh," she moaned.
"What's wrong, teacher?" Wylie mocked. "Too rough for you? I'll make it even rougher."
Little did he know that his fucking cock was taking her into ecstasy. Thinking only to humiliate and hurt her, he fucked into her with all the speed and strength at his command -- and sent her into orgasm. Jean couldn't stop the delicious spasms that welled up from the boiling depths of her cunt and shook her whole body.
"Unnnhhhh, waahhhh!" she screamed.
"Yeah, bitch, I hope you're learning your lesson," Wylie snarled.
She was learning, all right, but not the lesson he thought. She'd tried all her life to deny herself any sexual thoughts or pleasures, but she'd failed. She needed sex as much as the next woman. In fact, thanks to her puritanical life, she needed it even more. She had years of bottled-up desires to satisfy.
"Ohhhhhh, God, ohhhhh!" she sobbed as the delicious orgasm went on and on.
Luckily, Wylie didn't realize she was coming. He just thought she was moaning in humiliation. A few seconds later, she took her very first load of come. She felt the boy's scalding jism filling her cunt and overflowing, flooding down the crack of her ass. Wylie hammered it into her, groaning with bliss.
"Take my load, teacher, aaaggghhhh!" he roared.
There were cheers and whistles, but Jean hardly noticed. She was only aware that the sizzling flood of the guy's come was making her own climax longer and more intense than any she'd ever known.
She knew she was hooked on fucking. No point in denying it. She could never go back to her old sexless life.
"Hope you learned your lesson, teacher," Wylie sneered as he pulled his dripping cock out of her cunt. "But just to make sure you get the point, my buddies are gonna fuck you, too."
"Please, no," Jean moaned. She hoped the guys didn't notice how feeble her protest sounded.
Wylie zipped up, and then he whispered something to Vince and Terry, and they flipped her over onto her elbows and knees. Maybe they didn't want their audience to get bored, so now the teacher was going to be humiliated in another position. They held her on the desk, in doggy fashion, and Terry climbed up and knelt behind her. She almost whimpered with excitement when she felt his rock-hard cock gliding up her cunt.
"Go for it, Terry," Wylie hissed. "Fuck the bitch."
"Awwwwww, shit, she's so tight," Terry moaned.
Jean grasped the edges, of the desk and struggled not to wail with pleasure. Terry grasped her hips and started fucking his cock in her cunt, giving it to her hard and fast. The boy hod gotten very aroused when watching Wylie Nick fuck her, and he wasn't wasting any time.
In the kneeling position, Jean had a much better view of her audience, though she wished she didn't. She didn't want to see that ocean of wickedly grinning faces, and she didn't want the class to see the way her pretty features were contorting with pleasure as Terry fucked her. But maybe they'd mistake pleasure for disgust.
"Unnnnhhh, unnnhhh," she gasped as he fucked her harder and harder.
"Way to go, Terry," Wylie laughed evilly. "Fuck the bitch hard, really give it to her!"
You twerp, Jean thought, you don't even know what's happening.
And she was glad he didn't. She didn't want any of the guys to know how horny she felt or how much she was loving the hard pistoning of Terry's rock-hard boner. She'd had enough humiliation, as it was. She wondered if she could ever come back and face these guys again.
But she couldn't keep her mind on that. The pleasure was building steadily in her pussy till she knew she was going to come again, and come hard. The delicious red-hot friction between cock and cunt was driving her rigid to the edge. Terry was fucking her faster and harder by the second, his belly slapping her ass. "Unnnhhhh, fuck, it's good," he groaned. "Yeah, she's got a nice pussy," Wylie admitted grudgingly. "Too bad she's such a mean bitch."
Jean paid no attention to him or to the mocking students. Her pleasure was at the boiling point, and she was right on the verge of coming. She struggled not to betray her insane arousal as the boy's fucking cock took her over the edge. She soaked his prick with scalding come-juice, and her body shuddered violently.
"Oooooo, whaaahhhhh!" she howled.
Terry grinned in triumph, thinking he'd humiliated her into moaning. But a second later her cunt went into spasms and squeezed his cock. He yelped with surprise and lust, then fucked her with lightning speed as he jetted his come-load into her greedily sucking pussy.
"Take it, teacher -- I'm coming!" he howled. Jean was glad that the students loudly cheered him on as he came. It gave her the chance to whimper and moan without being heard over the din. She was coming hard, deliciously. Now she knew for sure that she could never do without a man again. She couldn't live without this delicious release.
Terry had hardly pulled his dripping cock out of her before Vince took his place. Vince had bun watching even longer, so he was even hornier. With a growl of lust, he crammed his steelhard boner into her juicy steaming cunt, greedily fucked into her till only his balls showed.
"Awwwww, yeah," he groaned, "tight and hot. You got a real nice cunt, teacher."
"Fuck her hard, man," Wylie growled. "Punish the bitch."
Little did he know that it wasn't possible to punish her with a cock, not anymore. An hour ago she would have been horrified at the idea of being gang raped. Now she wanted cock after cock. She felt like she could go on loving it and coming for hours. She soaked Vince's fucking cock with molten cream.
Like Terry, he was too lusty to be slow or gentle. He fucked her so hard, her body shuddered, and Wylie had to stand in front of her and brace her shoulders to keep her from being fucked right off the desk. He leered evilly at her, making it impossible for her to avoid his mocking eyes.
"See what happens to bad girls, teacher?" he taunted. "I bet you're gonna be real nice to us from now on, aren't you?"
Jean closed her eyes. She didn't want to deal with Wylie's taunts right now. She just wanted to concentrate on the mounting pleasure she was feeling from Vince's hard-plowing boner. She felt herself rising effortlessly to orgasm. The spasms shook her body, and she whimpered and creamed uncontrollably.
"Oooooo, unnnhhhh!" she cried.
"Awwwwww, shit, fuck, awwwww!" Vince roared, jetting his come-load into her squeezing cunt.
Jean barely kept from screaming in ecstasy as his boiling jizz intensified her orgasm. She almost whimpered with regret as he pulled his cock out of her pussy. She was just getting started -- but the show was over. The guys started filing out of the room, leaving her naked on the desk, thick come seeping from her unsatisfied cunt. She gave a little sob of frustration.
Wylie thought it was a sob of mortification, and he stopped to give her a parting shot.
"Yeah, teacher," he sneered. "I think you got the point. You're gonna be nice to us from now on, right? And if you tell anybody what happened today, you're gonna get it again, only worse."
Left alone, Jean climbed off the desk, knowing that in a few short minutes her whole life had been changed.
Chapter Two
Before her next meeting with the class, Jean did a lot of thinking, and she kept coming to the same conclusion. She couldn't do without sex anymore, and she didn't even want to try. So somehow she had to make sure there was always a male around to take care of her needs.
She thought she knew how to do that. There were all the males a woman could possibly want tight there in her sixth-period class, and at least three of them had already proved they could do the job. Jean was sure she could pick any boy in the class, ask him to fuck her, and get eager cooperation.
On her second day of public school teaching, she put her theory to the test. She found the whole class waiting for her when she walked in. They were grinning knowingly and waiting to see her humiliation. She astonished them all by smiling calmly and starting the class as if nothing had happened.
"Come to order, please," she said briskly. "Our first order of business is yesterday's incident. Wylie, you will report to my apartment this evening for discipline."
Wylie almost rose out of his chair in astonishment. When he'd collected himself, he snarled: "Hey, teacher, where do you get off, giving me orders? I told you what would happen if you didn't be nice to us."
Jean looked him coolly in the eye and said: "Believe me, Wylie, you'll be very sorry if you don't show up, and so will the whole class."
It was her calm tone that made them all believe her. Wylie and the others quieted down, and Jean had no more trouble with them for the rest of the day. When the bell rang and the others filed out of the room, Wylie lingered behind, obviously wanting to talk to her alone.
"Miss Walker," he said politely, "I'm sorry I talked back to you, and I'm really sorry about yesterday. I won't give you any more trouble. But please, don't get me expelled from school. My dad will kill me if I don't graduate."
"We'll discuss all that tonight at my place, Wylie," Jean said, handing him a slip of paper with her address on it. "Right now, I have to go to a meeting. Make sure you show up promptly at seven."
"Yes, ma'am," he said anxiously.
Jean went off chuckling to herself. It looked like she had Wylie spooked. And tonight, when they were alone together at her apartment, she'd have him right where she wanted him. Wylie was the ringleader of the unruly students, and if she could tame him, the whole class would do whatever she wanted.
She prepared carefully for her evening with her problem student. After a long luxurious bath, she put on a sexy black lace negligee which she'd purchased on the way home. She'd never owned anything like it before, and she loved the way it showed off her fantastic body. She left her dark hair flowing free, and she dabbed on a little seductive perfume. Her pussy was already heating and moistening.
Wylie was right on time, his clothes clean and pressed, his hair neatly combed. When he saw Jean in that revealing negligee, his eyes lit, up hungrily, showing a little of the old Wylie, but he wasn't obvious about it. Jean let him in and ushered him to the couch. She sat close beside him.
His eyes darted briefly to her deep cleavage in the low-cut grown. Then he licked his lips and swallowed hard.
"Look, Miss Walker," he said, "I just can't get kicked out of school. I'll do anything to stay in your history course and pass."
"Good, Wylie," Jean purred. "That's exactly why I asked you here tonight. I think we can do each other a big favor."
"Oh, yeah? What's that?" he said eagerly. "I'll do whatever you want, teacher, if you'll just pass me."
"All right, here's my offer," Jean said. "I promise you'll pass the course -- and you teach me all about making out."
His mouth dropped open. He gawked at her. "You gotta be kidding," he said.
"No, Wylie, I'm not kidding," Jean replied. "I liked it when you fucked me, and I want more. But I never got it on before and I have a lot to learn. You've been around. You could teach me. How about it?"
Wylie started to laugh. "Oh, wow, let me get this straight," he said. "All I have to do is make out with you, and you'll pass me?" Jean nodded, and he went on, "Shit, I gotta be the luckiest guy in the world!"
"Do you find me attractive, Wylie?" the young teacher purred.
"Are you kidding?" he moaned, his eyes now glued to her thrusting big tits. "Teacher, you're about the most gorgeous lady I ever met. I'm getting a hard-on right now just looking at you."
"Show me," Jean said.
Wylie reddened. She seemed to be calling his bluff in every way. But when he hesitated, Jean just reached down and cupped the swelling crotch of his jeans. He hadn't lied. His eager young cock mushroomed right in her grasp. She could feel its heat and throbbing even through his clothes.
"Mmmmm, Wylie, this is making me very excited," she said. "Let's go to my room and get comfortable." She stood up, then paused. "Oh, I forgot to ask -- do we have a deal?"
"You better believe it," he said hoarsely.
He jumped to his feet and followed her into her bedroom. There teacher and student stripped without a word. They'd made their bargain, and now it was time for Wylie to carry out his part of it. He almost tripped over his clothes in his eagerness to get started.
Naked, they slid onto the double bed and into each other's arms. Wylie kissed Jean, sliding his tongue into her mouth and probing around in a sensuous way. It made her very aroused, and she instinctively rubbed her swelling cunt mound against his stiff cock. She started creaming heavily, and the scorching juice overflowed her little cunt and soaked her pussy mound. When they finally came up for air, she was flushed and panting.
"Mmmmm, Wylie, this is getting me so turned on," she moaned.
He leered at her. "We gotta finish your kissing lesson before we can move on to other stuff, teacher," he said. "Go ahead, kiss me like I kissed you."
Jean obeyed, jamming her hot mouth onto his and snaking her tongue between his lips. She liked aggressively darting it around in his mouth and making him quiver with excitement. He ran his hot rough hands all over her silky body. She kissed him till he was moaning.
"How'd I do?" she asked hoarsely.
"You get an A for that," he growled. "Now here's what I like to do next when I'm making out with a girl."
His hands cupped her heavy hot tits and began greedily squeezing and molding. Jean sank back with a whimper of arousal, and under his massaging thumbs her large nipples quickly grew into long stiff buds. Wylie leaned over her and lashed her engorged sensitive nipples with his scalding tongue.
"Ooooo, yessss," the young spinster gurgled. "I love that, Wylie."
She knew she was going to love everything he did for her. She knew she'd been unconsciously aching for a man's touch all these years. He slid his wet lips around one tender nipple and started sucking it, and she gurgled with delight. She rubbed her thighs together lustily, feeling the soaked swollen flesh of her pussy throbbing with need. It was ecstasy to feel the horny guy sucking her nipples into total hardness.
He finally left the spit-soaked nubs and rolled onto his back. "Your turn to do something for me, teacher," he said with a wicked grin. "I'm gonna teach you to give head."
Jean reddened a little. She hadn't lost all her modesty yet. But she was eager to learn. "Go ahead, Wylie," she said. "What do I do first?"
He took her hand and wrapped her fingers around the thick hairy base of his cock, showing her how to hold the lustily bucking column of cockmeat still. He moved her fist up and down the throbbing prickshaft, demonstrating how to pump it. Jean adored feeling his hot hard cock. She was squirming with excitement.
"Okay, Miss Walker," he said. "Now lick my cock. Lick it all over."
Hot saliva rushed into Jean's mouth as she thought of playing her tongue all over his handsome teenage prick. Quickly she bent low, stuck out her tongue, and began lashing it around and around the fat purple head of his stiff standing fucker. Wylie shuddered with pleasure and excitement.
Jean tasted her first cock cream and loved it. She eagerly lapped up the hot salty liquid as fast as it oozed from his piss hole. She found herself drooling all over his cockhead. When she'd cleaned up all the tasty cream, she still wanted more, so she drilled the slick pointed tip of her tongue into the cleft of his cocktip and reamed it out. Wylie gave a hoarse groan and shuddered lustily.
"Yeah, teacher, you're gonna be real good at that," he growled. "You like it, don't you?"
"Mmmmmm-hummmm," Jean moaned, gobbling more of his cock cream.
"Okay, since you like my cock so much, suck it," he commanded. "Take it in your mouth, as much as you can, and suck on it."
Jean eagerly opened her lips wide and started sliding them down the rigid blue-veined column of cockmeat. She greedily tried to take his entire cock into her mouth, but she couldn't do it. She saw that the fat cockhead would go right into her throat and choke her. So she had to settle for a little less than her goal, fisting and pumping the rest of his prick.
This was her very first blow-job, but she was going at it eagerly and boldly. She began sliding her hot slippery mouth up and down the stiff pole of his cock, sucking up his juice.
"Oh, Jesus, yeah!" he panted. "Go for it, baby, suck my prick."
His hoarse excited voice spurred her on, and she sucked faster and harder as her arousal grew. She loved having the guy's thick cock throbbing on her tongue. She suctioned the delicious cream out of his piss hole and gobbled it. She must have been doing it pretty well, because Wylie was going out of his mind with excitement, shivering and moaning.
Glancing at his face, Jean saw that it was flushed red and contorted with lust. His teeth flashed in a horny snarl, and his eyes were rolling helplessly. Each time she sucked strongly cm his cock, he groaned. She loved being able to drive a man wild with just her lips and tongue. She could see she was going to love cocksucking.
"Oh, shit, teacher, you just about got me!" he cried hoarsely. "I'm gonna come real quick. I'm gonna shoot my whole come-load in your mouth, baby."
He said it in a menacing way, no doubt testing her. But unlike yesterday, she didn't protest or try to get away. Today she was hot and eager. She sucked ravenously on his nearly exploding cock, her head bobbing up and down, dark hair flying. She watched Wylie's eyes roll closed and screw tightly shut.
"Get ready," he groaned. "I'm gonna fill your mouth with my come, teacher."
Jean sucked even harder, and he gave a lusty yelp and spun out of control. He started fucking her mouth. He hammered his engorged prick back and forth over her slippery tongue, and she had to grip the base of his cock tightly to keep him from fucking right down her throat. Then she felt the first sting of fizz in her mouth.
He was filling her mouth so fast and so full, she couldn't control it. Her cheeks swelled to bursting, and jets of thick come spurted from the corners of her lips. She started gulping his tasty cream, load after load of it, while he howled and pumped it into her mouth. The horny school teacher gorged herself on her student's boiling jism.
"Oh, shit, fantastic," Wylie sighed as he finally stopped coming. "You did great, teacher. You're not gonna need any more lessons on cock-sucking."
Jean felt as proud as if a gold star had been pasted on her forehead. When it came to sex, she had so much catching up to do, so much to learn. It was nice to know that she had a natural ability for some things. She waited eagerly while Wylie caught his breath, wondering what he'd teach her next.
"Okay," he said, "our next lesson is pussy eating. On your back, teacher -- legs open."
Jean blushed as she assumed the position he wanted, her legs bent and spread. She was still a little shy about showing him her pussy. He crawled between her legs and ogled the cream drenched pink pussy flesh and its pretty fringe of dark curls. She could actually feel his breath tickling and teasing the swollen cunt flesh.
"Anybody ever go down on you before, teacher?" he asked.
"No," Jean said. "You're the first guy I was ever with, Wylie, the first I ever fucked."
"No shit?" he asked.
Then he beamed with pride. It was very exciting to know that he'd been the first to awaken the beautiful spinster teacher to the fun of sex. Now he prepared to make sure that she never forgot his love-making and that she'd be coming back for more of it. He stuck out his tongue and started raking it up and down the tangy tasting line of her cunt gash.
She gasped, shuddered, and dug her nails into the bed.
"Ohhhhh, Wylie, I love that," she gurgled. "That's just heavenly, honey, don't stop."
"I figured you'd go for it, teacher," he chuckled.
"And don't worry, I won't stop till I get you off."
Jean moaned with eagerness. It seemed kind of kinky to come just from a man's lashing tongue, but she knew she could do it. It would be easy. His hot slippery tongue felt fantastically good on the supersensitive flesh of her pussy gash. She went totally limp and submissive.
"Unnnnnh, God, yesssss!" she moaned.
At first his knowing tongue was all over the place, exploring every steamy fold and cranny of her cunt slit. Then he concentrated just on the most sensitive part of all, the throbbing nub of her clit. Jean gurgled and moaned with ecstasy when he whipped the little bud with the stiff tip of his tongue.
A few times, when she was having those naughty sex dreams, the young teacher had awakened to find herself rubbing her clit and bringing herself to orgasm. So she knew just what her clit was capable of. It had only one purpose, one function, and that was to bring her to sexual release. Wylie obviously knew just how to press that button.
His thick tongue circled her violently throbbing clit, rimming and teasing. It gave her a steady buzz of hot pleasure and made her cream uncontrollably. She could feel the molten liquid overflowing her cunt and dribbling down her ass crack to puddle on the bed beneath her. No way could she stop that horny juicing.
"Unnnhhh, Wylie, I love it," she sobbed. "Lick my pussy forever, darling, don't stop."
She hardly recognized herself as this hoarse voiced slut, lying there with her legs eagerly parted, letting a teenaged boy lick her pussy. She had never done anything even remotely like this. But until yesterday, she hadn't known the ecstasy of making bye. She hadn't allowed herself to get even a hint of the delicious things a man and a woman could do for each other.
Now she was determined to learn it all in one evening, and it looked like she'd chosen the right teacher. Wylie had been around. He knew how to arouse a girl, and he knew all the ways a girl could please him. Wylie was just the guy to give the inexperienced spinster a crash course in sex.
"Am I making you good and horny, teacher?" he teased.
"My God, yes," Jean said, practically sobbing with need. "If I don't come pretty soon, I'll go crazy."
"Well, I better get you off, then," he chuckled. "Fasten your seat belt, 'cause here we go."
Jean thought he was just bragging. No man, let alone a teenaged boy, could get a woman off instantly. But then he jammed his mouth onto her throbbing, swollen clit and started to suck, and she almost flew off the bed. The pleasure was powerful, making her sob and groan. She rocketed toward the release she was craving.
"Oooooo, God, yessss, suck meeeee!" she wailed.
She was totally wanton now, clawing the bed and creaming all over Wylie's face. She kept her legs wide open, offering him her whole seething cunt gash. She screwed her eyes tightly shut and felt a violent orgasm radiating out from her exploding clit, shaking her whole body.
"Unnnnhhhh, shit! Unnnnhhh, I'm coming!" she screamed.
She was glad she'd taken an apartment with thick walls, because she couldn't stop screaming in ecstasy as the boy sucked her off. It was the mast delicious come she'd ever had, so much more powerful than the orgasms she'd had in her dreams. It was a full minute before she stopped bucking and writhing.
"Oh, Wylie!" she cried breathlessly. "That was wonderful. You're a very talented guy."
"You'd never know it from my grades," he said dryly.
"Obviously you're taking the wrong classes," Jean laughed. "You'd certainly get an A-plus in pussy-eating."
"Oh, I ain't through with you yet, teacher," he said. "Oooops, I mean I'm not through. Aw, fuck it."
He quit trying to be grammatical and just shoved his face into her pussy. Jean gripped the bedspread and braced herself for another round of pleasure. But no way could she have prepared herself for the ecstasy she felt as Wylie crammed his long stiff tongue into her seething little cunt. She sobbed and creamed a flood of molten juice all over his deep-plowing tongue.
"Oh, Wylie, yesssss," she hissed, her face twisting into a lusty mask. "Yes, stick it in me, I love it."
He slid his hands under her wriggling ass, cupped the hot little globes, and held her steady. Then he fucked her with his tongue. It was even more wildly exciting than being sucked off. Jean sobbed with bliss and soaked his face again and again with her spurting pussy cream.
"Unnnhhh, dolt to me, don't ever stop," she whimpered.
How had she gone all her adult life without this incredible pleasure? No wonder she was finding release in her sleep, playing with herself when she was unconscious. She'd been needing a man so badly but never admitting it to herself. Now she couldn't deny it any longer. She couldn't exist without a hard cock.
She couldn't exist without an expert tongue, either. After today she'd want more and more head, just as she'd crave to be fucked. Wylie fucked his stiff tongue in her greedily gripping cunt, and she sailed effortlessly toward orgasm. Arching her body upward, she took his fucking tongue as deep as she could.
"Give it to me, do it to meee," she babbled hoarsely.
Steadily she tightened her cunt around the boy's pistoning tongue, increasing the delicious hot friction. In no time at all she was hovering on the brink of climax. Her cunt cream spurted out in uncontrollable jets, soaking Wylie's face. She couldn't imagine a greater pleasure than this.
She watched his head bobbing up and down between her legs, and then her eyes rolled closed. She wasn't conscious of anything but the searing pleasure in her cunt. She felt another violent orgasm welling up from her boiling depths and quickly spreading out to shake her whole body. "You're doing it to me, Wylie," she sobbed.
"You're making me come! Oh, shit, whaahhh!" He gripped her ass tightly, holding her torso in place, and tongue-fucked her through the body-racking orgasm. It was even more powerful than the last climax she'd had. If she hadn't been hooked on sex before, she was now. She could never go back to her lonely spinster ways. She could never be a man-hater again.
"Oh, honey, that was so damned good," she gurgled as he finally drew his tongue from her steaming cunt.
Wylie grinned and wiped her pussy cream from his face. "Look what I've got for you, teacher," he said.
Jean opened her eyes, and the first thing she saw was his magnificent stiff young cock. It was hugging his belly in a fierce hard-on, bulging with blue veins and drooling thick cream. Yesterday, the sight of his cock had terrified her, but today it turned her on wildly. Gurgling with eagerness, she reached out to pet and stroke the hard hot column of cock flesh.
"You want some of that, teacher?"
"Yes, honey, I sure do," Jean said hoarsely. "Then tell me exactly how you want it," he said. "I wanta hear you say it, Miss Walker."
Jean blushed. It was hard for her to become liberated overnight. "I want your cock in my cunt, Wylie," she said. "I-I want you to -- fuck me."
"Good," he nodded, "that turns me, on, teacher. I wish all teachers were like you."
Kneeling between her legs, he looked down at her triumphantly. Jean couldn't blame him for that smug leer. It had to be pretty ego building for the teenaged boy to have a beautiful older woman, his teacher, lying there with her legs wide open and begging him to fuck her. It was probably like a jack-off fantasy come true.
"Jesus, I wish the other guys could see me now," he chuckled.
Jean frowned. "Don't push it, Wylie," she warned. "Don't blow a good deal. I want you well behaved in class, so the others will follow your example. Understand?"
"Yes, ma'am," he said sheepishly. "I guess I kinda got carried away."
"Good," Jean purred. "And now that we understand each other, let's fuck."
She held out her arms to him, but he grinned and shook his head. His cockiness was back. Jean realized it was a part of Wylie that she'd never change. But that was all right, because most of the time it turned her on. When he teased and taunted her, it just built her lust to higher levels.
She gave him what he wanted. She begged. "Please, honey," she whined, "stick your cock in me. I need it so bad, Wylie. I need to be fucked."
"Sure, teacher," he said. "I'll fuck you, but not like that. There's another way I wanta try it."
He moved over beside her and stretched out on his back. His rock-hard cock stood up rigidly, pointed at the ceiling and drooling rivers of cream. Jean was practically whimpering with need as she stared at his fucker. She ached to feel his thick boner cramming her famished littie cunt.
"You want it, teacher?" he growled. "Sit on it."
Moaning with eagerness, Jean mounted him. She crouched over him with her knees hugging his hips and her juicing pussy an inch from his swollen purple cockhead. Dying to feel his cock inside her, she shoved her hips downward, impaling herself on the rigid shaft of his stiff standing cock.
"Ohhhhh, God, yessss," she moaned.
"Shit, yeah!" Wylie yelped. "Go for it, teacher -- take the whole thing."
He was practically coming as he watched the beautiful brunette schoolteacher sliding down his stiff cock. Her cunt was hot as fire and hungrily gripping, and her pretty face was twisted with lust. She was letting him know just how great his cock felt to her. The stern and prim Miss Walker was creaming all over his prick.
"Oooooo, yessss!" she hissed, her trim ass coming to rest against his thighs.
"Good work, teacher," he said. "You got every inch of my fucker."
Jean was very much aware of that. She was whimpering and shivering in ecstasy as she sat there fully impaled on his throbbing cock. She soaked his cockmeat with her steady helpless creaming. Then he held her by the waist and started fucking her in slow deep thrusts, enjoying the velvety tightness of her cunt.
"Oh, Wylie, honey, yes," she gurgled. "Fuck me, baby."
His cock gave a wild buck inside her as he listened to her hoarsely telling him how much she loved his fucking. Yesterday, a scene like this would have been only a fantasy to him. At first he'd sat in her class hating her sternness yet getting a hard-on for her, daydreaming about what it would be like to fuck her.
Then he'd made his fantasy come true. With the help of his buddies, he'd fucked her in front of the whole class. That had been a moment of triumph. But somehow it hadn't been nearly as delicious as making it with her in private. In her own bed, she was completely loose and uninhibited, and that turned him on more than anything.
Now as he slowly pistoned his cock in her, teasing and tantalizing her with it, he watched her pretty face turning into a grimacing mask of lust. He watched her nostrils flare and her teeth flash in a horny snarl. He watched the thick cream pouring helplessly from her cock crammed cunt and gushing down her thighs.
"Am I fucking you good, Miss Walker?"
"Oh, honey, yes," she moaned, "I love it. Never stop fucking me, Wylie, I couldn't stand it."
Wylie started fucking her faster, harder, and she responded with wails of ecstasy. He watched her luscious big melon-shaped tits swinging and bouncing as she rode his jerking cock. He liked to see his blue-veined prick in action, spreading her cunt lips wide and plowing into her hot depths. His deep-reaming cock forced out her pearly cunt cream. Each deep fuck-lunge made her moan in ecstasy and cream again and again.
"Fuck it to me, Wylie, fuck harder," she begged. "I want it as hard as you can give it to me."
"You'll get it, teacher," he grinned, "but let's not rush, okay? This is too damned good to rush."
Jean agreed in a way, but she was also frantic to come. She knew that a good hard fucking would get her off quickly and powerfully. But Wylie was in the driver's seat, setting the pace, and he was in no hurry. Grinning broadly, he watched his thick young boner fucking in and out of her cunt.
Jean whimpered and wriggled impatiently. Without really realizing what she was doing, she reached down and started playing with her self. She rubbed her index finger stiffly up and down over her swollen cunt slit. That doubled her pleasure. She was getting delicious sensations from massaging her clit and from Wylie's rockhard cock fucking her cunt.
"Not enough action for you, teacher?" the boy teased.
Jean blushed hard as she realized she was masturbating in front of the guy. She had to be pretty hard up to do a shameless thing like that. But as she started to take her hand away from her pussy, Wylie grabbed it and made her keep on playing with herself.
"Don't stop," he rasped. "I like to watch." Slyly but with increasing need, Jean went on rubbing her clit while he fucked her cunt. Her arousal was reaching fever pitch. Wylie's excitement was carrying him away, too, and he started fucking her steadily faster and harder, giving her the rough pounding she craved. She rubbed her clit faster, matching his horny tempo.
"Yes, fuck it to me," she said. "Fuck my pussy good."
Wylie was violently turned on by his teacher's dirty talk, and he spun out of control, fucking her with lightning speed. Her head lolled back, dark hair flying, and she wailed in ecstasy as he fucked his cock into her with increasing force. She zipped her stiff finger over her clit and brought herself to the brink of release.
"Oh, shit, fuck it tome!" she howled. "Make me come before I go crazy!"
Wylie was just about to come, himself, she turned him on so powerfully. He loved turning his puritanical teacher into a howling slut. Her cunt was fantastically hungry around his cock, squeezing and clasping. He hammered his prickmeat into her and felt his balls swelling to the point of explosion.
"Unnnhhhh, Wylie, harder," Jean sobbed. "Fuck the shit out of me, baby -- I'm gonna come!"
"Ohhhhh, fuck, so am I," he groaned.
He gave it to her as hard as he possibly could, making her whole body shuddered with the impact. She masturbated furiously, and in another second a powerful climax thundered through her body. Her cunt went into hard spasm, sucking at his cock, and he yelled and jetted his come-load into her pussy.
"Ohhhhh, fuck! Ohhhh, I'm coming!" Jean screamed.
"Take my load, teacher," Wylie groaned. "Awwwwww, yeah, awwwwwww!"
Jean swayed over him in ecstasy as he pumped his load of jizz into her spasming cunt. Once more, she wondered how she'd lived this long without fucking. It was a pleasure she would never deny herself again, that was for sure.
At last, she tumbled off Wylie and wriggled with satisfaction.
"Mmmmmm, Wylie, thanks," she sighed. "That was great."
"Glad you enjoyed it, teacher," he grinned as he got dressed. "You learn real fast. I taught you everything you need to know -- and now you're gonna pass me in the history course, right?"
"Right," Jean smiled. "So glad we could come to an agreement, Wylie."
Chapter Three
After her crash course in fucking, Jean felt ready to seduce any student she wanted. She had her eye on one in particular -- Mark Nolan, a shy but handsome blond guy who was kind of bookish and got the best grades in the class.
She figured Mark needed to do something besides read books if he was going to be a success in the real world. He needed to learn about women. And of course she needed Mark. Ever since her surprise initiation into sex, she'd wanted more and more fucking.
The next day, the class was well-behaved again. A lot of the credit went to Wylie, who was keeping his part of the bargain he'd made with Jean. He'd promised to act like a perfect gentleman in class, and he was almost overdoing it. He was so meek and mannerly and obedient, it was all Jean could do to keep from laughing.
Only once did the old incorrigible Wylie appear, and that was towards the end of the hour, when Jean said: "Mark, I'd like to see you at my apartment this evening for evaluation. Will that be convenient?"
She caught Wylie's eye and saw that he was about to crack up. He knew perfectly well what Jean had in mind when she invited the handsome guy over to be "evaluated". A knowing leer from Wylie told her that he could go for a little evaluation, himself. Jean forced herself not to grin back at him.
Meanwhile, poor Mark was turning red right down to his socks. He was very bashful and didn't like being singled out for attention. But he managed to say: "Yes, Miss Walker, I'll be there. What time? And what do I need to bring?"
"Seven," Jean said, "and just bring yourself. I'll supply all the materials we'll need."
Wylie winked at her when the class ended, but he didn't linger. She looked hungrily after Mark as he hurried out of the room. He'd be a real hunk without those glasses. He was tall, lean, with sun-bleached blond hair, and he had such attractive features. Jean could hardly wait to see him with his clothes off.
Mark was right on time that evening, and Jean was prepared for him. She'd dressed a little more conservatively than she had for Wylie, choosing a low-cut blue blouse and matching short skirt that showed off her nice legs. She used her most seductive perfume. And when she let Mark into the apartment, she could tell he liked what he saw.
He wasn't brazen like Wylie, so he didn't gawk at her, but his eyes moved quickly over her and he reddened a little. So there was something in his head besides book learning. Jean seated him on the couch and sat quite close to him. He looked bashful and nervous, but she figured she'd soon take care of that.
"Now Mark," she said with a smile, "of course there's nothing wrong with your grades. You're doing very well in my class. I didn't bring you here to discuss your academic performance. I'm more concerned about your social adjustment."
He reddened. "What do you mean, Miss Walker?" he said. "I know I'm not very popular. Is that it?"
"Yes, that's part of it," Jean said soothingly. "It's hard to be a happy teenager if you don't have any friends. But I also notice that you don't have a girl. Do you date at all?"
He got even redder, and he hung his head as he replied: "No, ma'am, I don't. I never got up the nerve to ask a girl out. I'm always afraid they'll laugh at me."
"But would you like to date?" Jean asked. "Oh, yeah," he said with a wistful sigh. "I sure would."
"Now be very frank with me, Mark," Jean said. "This is a private talk, and nobody will ever know about it but you and me. Do you feel horny a lot? Would you like to make out with a girl?"
She didn't think it was possible for a human being to blush as hard as Mark did. He couldn't meet her eyes as he muttered: "Yeah, Miss Walker, it seems like I'm horny all the time. I'd love to make out, if any girl would have me."
"Well, that's perfectly normal, Mark," Jean said, sliding a hand onto his leg and patting him. "I imagine you jack off a lot, too, don't you?"
"Yes," he admitted sheepishly. "Once a day, at least."
Jean could barely contain her excitement. She was about to seduce a handsome, horny teenaged virgin. It would be like an early birthday present. She rubbed Mark's leg while the boy struggled with his shyness and embarrassment.
"Masturbation is normal, too, Mark," she told him gently. "There's no reason to feel ashamed of it. Everybody does it. But I think maybe you do have a problem I can help with."
"What's that, Miss Walker?" he asked, getting up the nerve to meet her eyes again.
"Well, I'm sure you'd rather have sex with a real live woman than to jack off," she smiled. "So I'll teach you how. You can start with me."
Mark's mouth fell open, and Jean could see the astonishment all over, his face. She didn't blame him for feeling blown away. He probably couldn't believe what he'd just heard. Still smiling invitingly, she gently removed his glasses and set them aside. He was much cuter without those glasses.
Her pussy tingled with readiness as she looked at the handsome youth. She brushed his straight blond hair back from his face, then leaned forward and kissed him, darting her tongue teasingly between his lips. He gave a hoarse groan and a helpless shudder of arousal. She slid her tongue all the way into his mouth and probed around.
She was shaking with excitement, but he made no move to touch her. Wylie would have taken the hint, and it was a damned big hint. But with Mark, it was going to be different. The shy virgin bookworm would have to be coaxed and encouraged every step of the way. Jean finally broke off the steamy tongue-kiss and smiled at him.
"Did you enjoy that, Mark?" she asked. "Oh, wow, I sure did," he said hoarsely. "Do it to me, then," she said. "I want you to learn how."
His first attempt was clumsy, the second a little better, and by the third kiss he was getting good at it. Not only that, he was building up his confidence. He started feeling her up. It was awkward and timid, but at least he was trying, his hands making fleeting passes over her hips and waist and tits.
They paused. Jean's pussy was on fire with need, seething and cream-soaked. She would happily have fucked the guy right then and there. But she wanted to do this right. She was a teacher, after all, and when Mark left tonight, she wanted him to know how to turn a woman on, not just how to fuck.
She'd teach him everything Wylie had taught her. Now she started unbuttoning her blouse, and Mark's eyes got big again. He watched in shy fascination as the beautiful brunette removed her blouse. Her pretty lace bra seemed ready to overflow, her big ripe tits bulging over the tops of the cups.
Smiling enticingly, Jean popped open the front catch of her bra. The cups flew apart, and her melon-size tits came tumbling out, firm and creamy-skinned, capped with lust-stiffened nipples. Mark moaned softly as he stared at her luscious big tits. Jean saw the crotch of his jeans starting to swell.
But apparently he wasn't going to do anything but stare. He was too bashful and polite to make a move without his teacher's permission. So Jean took his hands and set them on her naked tits. He shivered with excitement as she placed her hands on top of his and showed him how to squeeze and stimulate her tits.
"This is something else you need to learn, Mark," she purred. "Girls really go for this."
"Oh, shit, so do I," he groaned. Then he blushed and added: "Excuse me for swearing, Miss Walker."
"It's all right, Mark," she grinned. "When people get excited, they swear. Just go on playing with my tits, please."
She let go of his hands and let him solo. As with the kissing, it took awhile before he learned the technique. Wylie, a street person, was light years ahead of the bookworm Mark when it came to making out. But Mark was bright and eager, and he was learning. Jean sank back against the couch and gurgled happily, her erect and throbbing nipples digging into his palms.
"Mmmmmm, now you're getting the idea, Mark," she sighed. "That feels very exciting. Now, if this was a real date and I was your girl, I'd be getting very hot for you. I might do something like this."
She quickly tugged off his t-shirt and ran her hands over his smooth hard chest. Then she popped the snap of his jeans and tugged down the zipper. To her annoyance, he was wearing shorts. That was going to slow things up. Why couldn't he just go without underwear, like Wylie and the other young hoods?
Grasping both his jeans and his jockey shorts, she tugged them down over his ass, all the way down to his thighs. Mark was blushing furiously, and his hands went still on her swollen tits. He was staring at his own stiff cock in mortification, ashamed of having a hard-on.
"Oh, gosh, Miss Walker, I'm sorry," he murmured. "I just couldn't seem to help it."
"But, honey," Jean cooed, "that's exactly what's supposed to happen. We're getting each other turned on, remember? We're making each other horny, so of course your cock's going to get hard. Mmmm, and it's a beauty, too."
"You think so?" Mark asked wonderingly. "It's not too small?"
Jean reached out and ran her fingertips teasingly over his seven-inch cock. "It's big, Mark," she said, her voice hoarse with longing. "You're going to be very popular with the ladies."
Mark beamed, then shivered with excitement as his pretty teacher fisted his stiff cock and started pumping it. His hands went into action on her sensitive tits, squeezing and molding. Following his natural horny urges, he stuck out his tongue and licked her engorged nipples. She gurgled with delight.
"Oh, yes, Mark, do that," she panted. "It feels so exciting."
"It's not too kinky?"
"Honey, nothing's too kinky when you're getting it on, not if both people want it," she explained. "You just do whatever feels good for both of you."
Encouraged, the shy student eagerly tongued her long erect nipples, leaving them wet and gleaming with his hot spit. Meanwhile, Jean was hungrily pumping his rock-hard cock in her fist and thinking how great that stiff boner was going to feel in her famished cunt. By now she was creaming through her panties, she was so horny.
She had a brief urge to just drag the guy into her bedroom and fuck him senseless. But she had her teaching duties to perform. She wouldn't feel right about seducing Mark unless it was a learning experience for him.
"All right, Mark," she went on. "Say we're parked and making out and we've gotten this far. The girl is hot for you, but she's still not sure she'll go all the way. This is the time for you to get her really turned on, so horny that she'll do whatever you want."
"Great, how do I do that?" he panted.
"I'll show you," she gurgled.
She took his right hand and slid it up under her skirt. With her silent coaching, Mark slipped off her bikini panties, then pushed her skirt up and ogled the lush brown fur of her cunt bush. She grasped his thick middle finger and slid it between the furry cunt lips, onto the scorching wet flesh of her pussy gash.
"This is where you touch a girl to get her really hot," she explained hoarsely. "Rub her pussy like this."
She demonstrated, working the boy's stiff finger back and forth over her cunt slit and the swollen nub of her clit. Then she let go and had him try it by himself. He learned really fast this time. He started finger-fucking her, stimulating the supersensitive flesh between her legs, and she was quickly creaming all over his plowing finger.
"Mmmmmm, yessss!" she hissed. "That feels really good, honey. Just keep doing that to me, Mark. Make me so hot that. I want to fuck you."
His stiff cock gave a violent buck in her fist, and he asked hoarsely: "Miss Walker, are we really gonna fuck?"
"We'll see, Mark," she said. "It depends on how well you do with these other lessons."
"Right," he croaked.
Of course, she really intended to fuck his brains out, but she wasn't going to tell him that, or he might slack off. He might not put everything he had into getting her hot for him. Now he went on eagerly rubbing her pussy with his stiff finger, driving her wild, while she pumped his cock. Her cunt was on fire, and she couldn't stop creaming.
"Okay, Mark," she moaned. "You've probably got the girl pretty excited by now, and she nuts tot something that will make you just as excited. Something really naughty. Probably she'd go down on you."
"Oh, shit, yeah," Mark groaned as the nearly naked teacher eased him down on his back and crawled between his legs.
While she was getting him into position, Jean quickly shucked her skirt and pulled his jeans and shorts all the way off. Now there were no clothes to hinder them. Kneeling between his legs, she dipped her head down, stuck out her glistening pink tongue, and started licking the swollen head of his cock.
"Oh, Christ, yes!" Mark groaned. "That feels fantastic, Miss Walker."
Just as with Wylie, she thought of asking him to call her Jean, but she decided against it. True, their situation wasn't very formal, but tomorrow they'd be in class again, and she'd be the teacher and he'd be the student. So she would never permit first names, even when she was fucking the guys. Mark went on addressing her formally as she hungrily and noisily tongued his cock.
"Mmmm, ummmm," she murmured, lapping up his cock cream and gobbling it.
Mark watched in delight and fascination as the lovely spinster licked up the hot cream that oozed from his piss hole. From the moment Miss Walker had stepped into the classroom that first day, he'd thought she was the most beautiful and sexy woman he'd ever seen.
He'd just about come in his pants when Wylie and his buddies stripped her and fucked her. Afterwards, he'd had to go home and jack off about a half dozen times, thinking of Miss Walker and fantasizing that he was fucking her. He hadn't been able to get his mind off her. And now his most impossible dreams were coming true!
She had let him strip her, let him play with her pussy, and now she was lathering his stiff standing prick with her hot spit. Mark was so excited, he could hardly keep from coming. In fact, it was getting to be a very dangerous possibility that he was going to shoot his jism right in Miss Walker's pretty face.
"Oh, shit, teacher, I think I'm gonna come," he groaned.
"Good, Mark -- I want to eat it!" Jean cried huskily. "Let yourself go, don't hold back!"
By then there was no way Mark could hold back. His teacher had just told him she wanted to eat his come then she slid her hot wet lips down around his rigid cock and took half his cockshaft hit her steamy mouth. She caved in her cheeks and started sucking his cock. It didn't take more than two sucks before the horsy guy was coming like crazy.
"Awwwww, fuck, shiv, aaaggghhh!" he yelled.
"Mmmmm!" Jean exclaimed.
He hadn't been kidding. He was coming hard and heavily, filling her mouth with steaming jizz till her cheeks puffed out. She let the delicious come-load collect, savoring it, and then gulped it down just as her cheeks threatened to burst. Mark bucked hard and fucked her mouth as she sucked up every drop of his fuck cream.
When his wet cock finally slipped from her mouth, she licked her lips to get all his tasty come-juice. She was gurgling with excitement, but Mark didn't look so happy. He seemed embarrassed and sheepish.
"Some stud," he sighed. "I'm sorry I came so fast, Miss Walker. I guess if this was a real date, the girl would laugh at me."
"Oh, no, Mark," Jean gurgled. "She'd just get you hard again. Unless she thought you were finished for the evening, that is. She might think you were satisfied and wanted to quit. Would that be true?"
"Oh, no way!" Mark cried.
"All right, then you'd want to do something to keep her hot and interested," Jean said. "You'd go down on her."
"Show me how," he begged.
Jean lay down on her back, bent her knees, and spread her legs wide. Mark was right there, crawling between her thighs and ogling her pussy slit. It was obviously the first time he'd seen a pussy. As he studied the wet pink flesh and its fringes of dark curls, Jean was seething with need.
"Look here, honey," she said. "This is the most sensitive spot a woman has, her clit."
She folded back the dark-furred lips of her cunt and showed Mark the pea-sized hooded lump of flesh. "When you touch a girl here, it feels really great to her," she went on. "And when you lick her or suck her here, it really blows her away. Go ahead, try it."
Mark's blond head dipped down between her legs, and she shivered in lusty anticipation as his hot breath tickled her pussy gash. She felt the timid contact of his tongue tip on her clit. Even that ultra light touch felt exciting to her. He lapped up and down over her clit, and she creamed heavily.
"Harder, Mark," she moaned. "Faster. Be aggressive. Ohhhh, yes, that's great!"
She slumped back, gurgling with pleasure, and let the horny teenager tongue-whip her clit. Thank goodness, Wylie had been a thorough teacher, or she would never have known about this exquisite pleasure. She couldn't imagine a more delicious sensation than having a man's steaming wet tongue lashing her pussy.
"Unnnhhhh, yeah, Mark, I love it, honey," she moaned. "Don't stop!"
Mark had no intention of stopping. He would gladly have worn his tongue out to please her. He adored his beautiful hot-pants teacher, and he wanted her to know she could always have fun with him. He tongued her throbbing clit faster and faster, noticing that the increasing speed made her moan even louder. He gobbled up her tangy pussy juice.
"Oh, yeah, Mark, that's wonderful," she moaned, clawing the couch. "Keep doing it, make me come."
Mark shivered with excitement. He wanted more than anything in the world to make Miss Walker have an orgasm. Then maybe she'd be excited enough to fuck him. He was sick of being a virgin. It was so embarrassing for a senior in high school not to have lost his cherry. This could be his big chance.
So he gave it everything he was capable of, lashing his teacher's velvety hot clit with the stiff tip of his tongue and bringing her right to the brink of release. She was whimpering steadily now and soaking his tongue and his bobbing chin with helpless spurts of molten cunt cream.
"Oooo, honey, I just have to get off!" she squealed. "Suck my clit, Mark, suck me off."
Mark immediately pressed his lips against her wildly pulsating clit and started to suck. He thought Miss Walker was going to fly right off the couch. She screamed with sudden pleasure and soaked his whole face with her pussy juices. Mark saw that sucking a woman's clit was about the most exciting thing he could do for her.
"Ohhhh, God, yessss!" Jean moaned. "That's great, honey, that'll get me off real fast."
She closed her eyes tightly and blocked out every other sensation, conscious only of the scaring pleasure she was getting from her student's hotly sucking lips. The obscene noise of his cunt-sucking seemed to echo through the room, adding to her crazy arousal. A few seconds later, a body-blasting orgasm ripped through her.
"Unnhhhhh, yes, you're making me came!" she screamed. "Ohhhhh, Mark, uunnnnhhh!"
Her body bucked and writhed so hard that Mark couldn't keep his lips on target. He had to hold her to keep her from rolling off the couch. On his knees, watching her come, he felt his cock getting stiff as a board. It thrilled him to know that he'd brought the big-titted spinster to climax with his lips. Now he wanted to do the same thing with his cock.
"Unnnhhhh, I'm coming so good!" Jean whimpered.
She'd really needed it, too. It had been twenty-four hours since her last orgasm, and that was way too long in her book. She shivered through the delicious after-spasms, then opened her eyes and looked up at Mark. His cock was stiff and ready again, and he was looking at her pleadingly.
"You know, Mark," she said huskily, "I can't speak for other women, but if I were on a date with you, I'd be really turned on by now. I'd want to go all the way with you. How would you feel?"
"Horny," he croaked. "Just about horny enough to die."
"Is that how you feel this very moment?" she grinned.
"Yes, ma'am," the boy groaned.
"Well, then, we'd better do something about that," Jean said. "Come on into my bedroom." Mark looked so excited, he seemed to have forgotten to breathe. He followed her to her bedroom and climbed onto the bed with her, and only then did he start panting again. Jean rolled onto her back and spread her legs and held out her arms to him. She could hardly wait to feel his steel-stiff young cock in her famished little cunt.
"Come on, Mark, fuck me," she whispered. "I want that big hard cock of yours."
He just stared at her. "I can't believe this is happening, Miss Walker," he said hoarsely. "It's just too good to be true. There's gotta be a catch."
Jean groaned with impatience. "There's no catch, Mark," she said. "I'm just very horny and need to fuck and you're here. It's that simple. Don't blow it."
"Right!" he cried, throwing himself onto her.
He just about knocked the breath out of her. He was very eager and very clumsy. He sank down between her hot thighs and started hammering his cock against the slippery flesh of her pussy, but he kept missing her cunt hole. He was so excited, Jean feared he'd shoot his come-load without ever getting his prick into her.
"Hey, tiger, slow down," she said. "Take it easy. Need some help?"
Mark produced one of his world-record blushes. "I can't find the hole," he confessed. No shit, Jean thought. But aloud she said soothingly: "Here, I'll help you."
She grasped the hot hard shaft of his cock and guided it toward her cunt mouth. She eased the swollen head of his prick into the steamy moist pit and lodged it there firmly. His prick was about an inch into her, and he was trembling with excitement. So was Jean. She was soaking his fat cockhead with pussy cream.
"Stick it into me, Mark," she moaned. "Give me every inch of your cock, honey."
"Ahhhhh, Jesus," he moaned, shoving his fucker hard into her cunt.
"Unnnhhhh, yessss!" she cried.
It was a sensation she'd been craving for twenty-four hours now, a big hard cock cramming her cunt and throbbing against every inch of her greedily gripping fuck-tunnel. Mark fucked steadily into her till his cock butted her womb. He was fucked to the balls in her fiery wet pussy hole. He paused there, moaning.
"I'm not a virgin anymore, right?" he asked eagerly.
"Right," Jean grinned. "Now quit talking about it and start fucking. I'm horny enough to scream."
"Yes, teacher," he said with a grin.
Her jerking hips signaled the rhythm she wanted, and Mark gave it to her, pumping away eagerly, fucking her greedy cunt with his stiff cock. Jean gurgled in ecstasy and creamed steadily, soaking his cockmeat. She couldn't kid herself -- she loved to fuck. She just wished she'd started fucking sooner. She'd wasted a lot of precious time in her man-hating spinster days.
But she'd make up for it now, she promised herself, fucking her students one after the other. Each semester would bring a fresh supply of horny young studs. As long as she remained attractive, she could get all the action she wanted. And she intended to remain attractive for a long, long time.
"Am I fucking you good, Miss Walker?" Mark panted.
"Oh, yes, honey," she moaned, "you're fucking me very good. I wish we could fuck forever."
"Oh, shit, so do I," he sighed.
Mark had had hundreds of fantasies about fucking, but none of them had been as good as the real thing. Nothing could compare with hammering his eager cock in his teacher's hot velvet-lined cunt. He really felt like a man now, as her big hot tits wobbled against his chest and her muscular little pussy squeezed and tugged at hit cockmeat.
Her squeals and moans of delight added to his feeling of manliness. Mark knew he wouldn't be a shy bookworm after tonight. He'd go after the girls, and he wouldn't lay off fill he'd gotten into their pants. With everything Miss Walker had taught him tonight, he could turn on just about any girl.
But no matter how many girls he fucked, he'd never forget this incredible experience. It was the most wonderful thing that had ever happened to him. It was like a dream, Miss Walker coming on to him, sucking his cock, letting him go down on her, and then finally taking him to her bed and fucking him. He just had to be the luckiest guy in the world.
"Oh, wow, Miss Walker," he sighed. "This is so much fun."
"It sure is, honey," she gurgled, clawing at his ass. "Fucking is the most fun thing in the world."
As she spoke she was jerking her hips faster, coaxing her horny student into even harder action. He got the hint and fucked her faster and harder. His stiff cockshaft sawed up and down over her clit, giving her a steady buzz of pleasure, and the harder he fucked her, the more intense her pleasure became. She soaked his prickmeat with hot spurts of cunt cream.
"Ooooo, yeah, Mark, fuck me good and hard," she panted. "I love it that way."
Mark was glad to hear that, because his excitement was overpowering him and he wanted to fuck her harder and harder. He groaned and went into high gear. Their bodies slapped loudly together, and the bed began to shake and creak. Miss Walker dug her nails into his jerking, knotting ass and howled with bliss.
"Oh, honey, fuck the living shit out of me!" she cried. "Yes, yes, Mark, fuck hard!"
She arched her body and rubbed her swollen clit against his pistoning prickshaft. The pleasure was steady and intense. She loved feeling his rock-hard cock cramming her cunt and reaming out her cream. She was sure now that she could never get enough fucking, no matter how long she lived.
"Fuck it to me, fuck it to meeee!" she squealed.
Mark was beyond words now. He was just panting and groaning as he fucked himself silly. He crammed his nearly-bursting cock again and again into the hot pulp of his teacher's pussy, and each hungry thrust brought him a blast of pleasure. He forgot his shyness. He forgot everything but the incredible fun he was having.
He felt Miss Walker's cunt tightening steadily around his prick. She was frantically rubbing her pussy mound against him and shoving her throbbing clit against his plowing prick. Her cunt cream was thick and boiling around his cockmeat. The pretty spinster was right on the verge of coming, and so was he.
"Mark, honey," she sobbed, "I'm gonna come so good. Fuck me just as hard as you can, baby, get me off."
Mark gave a lusty growl and really pounded it to her, making her tall, big-titted body shudder with the impact. She didn't complain. She seemed to love it, moaning with delight and fucking right back at him. She clutched his ass hard and pulled his cock deeper and deeper into her searing-hot pussy.
"Oooo, shit, oooh, I'm almost there," she gurgled.
Mark was already there. The excitement of fucking the howling hot-cunted teacher was too much for him. He felt his balls exploding and molten jizz spurting from his cock. He fucked into her with lightning speed as he discharged his boiling come-load into her cunt.
"Take it, teacher, aaaggghhhh!" he yelled. The sizzling flood of his come triggered Jean's climax. "Ohhhhh, yeah, cream me, honey, whaaahhhh!" she wailed.
Blissfully, she rode out the body-rocking climax, Mark's convulsing boner cramming her cunt and filling her to overflowing with molten come-juice. She felt his steaming jism gushing from her pussy and dribbling down her ass crack to puddle on the bed. She loved taking his come load, and she shivered with satisfaction.
"Excellent, Mark," she breathed. "You'll have lots of friends now. You just had to learn how to be popular with girls, and now you know."
"Thanks to you, Miss Walker," he said adoringly. "I'll never forget this."
"And don't forget to keep your grades up, too," Jean teased, "not just your cock."
Chapter Four
The next day, Jean was ready to choose a fresh lover from her sixth-period class, but she found the decision difficult. There were so many attractive boys, and she wanted to fuck with them all. Finally she settled on Eddie Creager, a short but husky member of the football team.
Eddie was no more attractive than the other boys, but Jean chose him because he had a big mouth. About halfway through the class, he started whispering to his girlfriend, Kendra Morgan, and Jean had to scold him. It seemed like the perfect opportunity to order him over to her house.
"Eddie," she said sternly, "you know I don't permit talking in class."
"Oh, I wasn't talking, Miss Walker," he said with a big grin. "I was whispering."
"All right, Eddie," Jean sighed. "Since you insist on being a comedian, you can come over to my apartment this evening and amuse me. We'll do a little evaluation of your work while we're at it. Be there at seven."
Eddie's face fell. He did no more talking or whispering for the rest of the class. When the bell rang, he and Kendra stayed to see Jean alone. Kendra was a petite brunette, cute in an elfin way, who held on to Eddie's arm and stuck like glue. She looked defiantly at Jean as Eddie spoke.
"Miss Walker," he said, "I'm really sorry about today. I shouldn't have talked in class, and I shouldn't have mouthed off. I promise it won't happen again. But please don't make me come for evaluation tonight. I've got football practice, and I don't wanta miss it."
"That's just too bad, Eddie," Jean said. "You should have thought of that before shooting your mouth off. I'll see you at seven."
Eddie didn't say anything more, knowing he'd lost. But as they stepped into the hell. Kendra muttered: "Bitch."
Jean heard her and reddened with annoyance. Then die told herself she really ought to be more charitable toward the girl. After all, in a few hours she'd be fucking Kendra's boyfriend. Humming to herself, she gathered up her things and drove home to her apartment...
She just had time for dinners a shower, and a little paper grading before Eddie arrived.
He was still looking gloomy. Jean felt a little sorry for him, knowing how he hated to miss football practice, but she couldn't let him go. She had no other lover available for the evening, and her lust desperately needed satisfaction. As she ushered the boy into her apartment, her pussy was on fire.
"Please sit down, Eddie," she said, taking a seat beside him on the couch. "Just let me review your grades so far."
"You don't have to look at your notes, Miss Walker," he sighed. "My grades aren't too hot. I guess maybe I'm spending too much time on football."
"Or on making out," Jean suggested with a sly grin.
Eddie blushed hotly. "How'd you know that Kendra and I are...?" He broke off, blushing even harder.
"Fucking?" Jean said calmly. "It's obvious, Eddie. You two are like Siamese twins. You're never apart, and you can't keep your hands off each other. I imagine you get it on all the time."
"Oh, yeah," Eddie said with a blissful sigh, "every chance we get."
"Even when you should be doing your homework?" Jean asked with a smile.
While she was quizzing Eddie and getting his mind on sex, Kendra was waiting outside the apartment building, stewing. She felt very possessive of her boyfriend, and she didn't like him being alone with another female, even if that female was a teacher and much older. After all, Miss Walker was a very beautiful woman, and every guy in class had the hots for her.
Finally Kendra couldn't stand the waiting and the suspense any longer. She knew Miss Walker's apartment was on the third floor, so she went up the fire escape and peered into the bedroom window. There was nobody in there, but when she tried the window, she was able to open it. Silently, she let herself into the apartment.
Sneaking down the hall, she halted in the shadows just outside the living room and heard Eddie saying: "Yeah, I'm afraid so, Miss Walker. It's a lot more fun to make out than it is to do homework."
"Eddie," Jean replied in a husky voice, "I agree."
Kendra stiffened. She didn't like that tone of voice at all. It actually sounded like Miss Walker was coming on to Eddie. And why were they talking about making out? She was overcome with curiosity. Dropping to her hands and knees, she crawled quickly into the living room and behind the drapes.
Peeking out through a crack, she could see and hear everything that was going on. Miss Walker and Eddie were sitting close together on the couch, and as Kendra watched, the pretty dark-haired teacher slipped her arms around Eddie's neck and leaned close to kiss him. Eddie shivered lustily as her hot tongue snaked into his mouth.
Kendra was furious. She wanted to leap from her hiding place and claw Miss Walker's eyes out. She wanted to scream, wreck the apartment, and tell Eddie off. Instead she remained still and quiet, realizing that this was not the time to lose her temper. It was much more important to keep cool and see what happened.
If she really got the goods on Miss Walker, she could get the bitch kicked out of teaching. So -- as much as it pained her -- Kendra waited and watched.
The kiss was a long one, Miss Walker probing Eddie's mouth with her naughty tongue and running her hands eagerly over his body. When she finally drew back, Eddie was red as a beet, panting, and practically cross-eyed with lust.
"Did you like that, Eddie?" Jean purred.
"Oh, shit, I sure did," he said hoarsely. "Could we please do it again, Miss Walker?"
"Sure, honey," Jean smiled. "Only you do it to me this time."
Kendra seethed. That cheating bastard went for it, grabbing Miss Walker and pressing his mouth to hers, easing her down on the couch as he did so. He rolled half on top of her and started pawing her big tits. It was probably those huge tits that turned him on, Kendra thought jealously. Her own tits were just apple-size.
Jean arched her body up against Eddie's and wantonly rubbed her cunt mound against his cock-bulge. She pawed him, while he kissed and pawed her.
Kendra had to fight her anger and jealousy. She vowed to get even with both of them. She'd collect all the evidence she could, then go to the principal with it.
Meanwhile, though, it was torture for her to watch her steady boyfriend coming on to somebody else. Not only that, but spying on them was arousing her in some kinky way. Her pussy started feeling very hot and wet, and suddenly she wished she and Eddie were fucking, as they did almost every day. She could have used his nice hard cock just then.
But it looked as if Eddie's cock was headed for another pussy tonight. Groaning with eagerness, he kissed Miss Walker and darted his tongue around in her mouth, meanwhile squeezing her big pointed tits through her clothes. When he finally came up for air, he was panting.
"Mmmmmm, Eddie," Jean said huskily. "We really shouldn't be doing this, but you're getting me so hot, and I feel so horny tonight."
"Hey, don't worry about it, Miss Walker," he croaked. "I'll never tell anybody, honest."
Kendra sneered. She knew he'd never tell her if he made it with the teacher. Anyhow, Miss Walker seemed to buy it. She ran her fingers through Eddie's hair and wriggled her body against him and let him give her another lingering steamy tongue-kiss. Both of them acted like they were almost coming in their excitement.
"Oh, Eddie, I can't stand it," Jean moaned. "I just have to get it on with you, honey. Why don't we go in my bedroom?"
"Yeah, good idea," Eddie replied, glassy eyed with lust.
They got to their feet, and Kendra saw that the crotch of his jeans was obscenely tented. Miss Walker led the way out of the room, and Eddie focused on her nice undulating ass. Obviously he could hardly wait to get into her pants. Kendra could have strangled him. But she reminded herself to keep her cool. She had to see and memorize everything they did if she was going to get even with them.
She slipped out from behind the drapes and tiptoed after them down the hall. They were in the bedroom now, but they'd left the door open a crack. And why not, since they thought they were alone in the apartment? The hall was dark, and Kendra could stand there and spy without being detected.
"Undress me, honey," Miss Walker was saying.
Kendra had never seen Eddie so clumsy. He'd undressed her plenty of times, but as he went to work on Miss Walker's clothes, his fingers trembled. She was a pretty intimidating woman, just about as tall as Eddie, and she had that fantastic figure and those big melon-size tits.
He finally got her blouse open and drew it off. Her huge tits were thrusting right into his face. He had to lean into them as he reached around her to unhook her bra. He was clumsy again, and it took awhile for him to get the lacy garment off. All the while, Miss Walker was rubbing her tits against him and purring.
At last he had her naked from the waist up, and of course he went right for those centerfold tits of hers, squeezing and molding them. Kendra couldn't compete with those enormous tits. She seethed with envy and jealousy, and her pussy felt scorching hot. She wanted Eddie to be making love to her, not their history teacher.
On the other hands, she wanted to beat the shit out of him. He'd obviously forgotten all about her as he lustily fondled the teacher's tits. He stuck his tongue out and started licking her big pink nipples, lashing them into stiffness. Miss Walker cooed with delight and ran her fingers through his hair.
"Ooooo, Eddie, that's making me so horny," she gurgled. "Get the rest of my clothes off, honey, and let's get it on."
Kendra had to admit that it would be hard for any boy to resist a come-on like that. Miss Walker was so sexy and beautiful, and her voice sounded so sultry. She was practically begging Eddie to relieve her hot fuck-lust. Kendra figured that if she were a guy, she'd be coming in her pants by now.
Eddie was close to it. As he knelt to help Jean out of her skirt and panties, his jeans were tented with an enormous hard-on. His hands shook with desire as he stripped the moaning woman naked. He kissed his way up her shapely thighs and into the dark triangle of her cunt bush. Jean moaned and tugged at his hair while his hot breath stimulated her pussy.
"Eddie," she gurgled, "you're driving me crazy. Let me get your clothes off."
He rose, red-faced with lust, and the pretty schoolteacher stripped him. She did it fast till she got him down to his jockey shorts. Then she went to her knees and eased the shorts carefully down over his hard-on, moaning when she caught sight of his stiff blue-veined cock.
Kendra moaned, too, then clapped a hand to her mouth to stifle the sound. She mustn't be caught now. But it turned her on like crazy to see the stiff cock which had given her so much pleasure. She ached for Eddie's cock now. She wanted to take it into her seething cunt. Molten cream squirted from her pussy, soaking her panties.
"Mmmmm, it's a beauty," Jean cooed.
She helped Eddie out of his shorts, then remained on her knees, ogling his exciting cock. Like him, it was short and sturdy, the thickest cock Jean had ever seen. She could hardly wait to feel it fucking her cunt. But first she had to taste his prick. She stuck out her tongue and tickled the engorged head of his prick.
"Oh, Jesus," Eddie yelped. "Be careful, Miss Walker, or I'll come in your face."
"Just a little taste, honey," Jean moaned. She lapped up the hot salty cream that was oozing from his piss hole, savoring it before swallowing. Eddie was practically coming. He'd never had such exciting sex before, not even the first time he got into Kendra's pants. Something about this mature horny woman turned him on insanely. He shivered with excitement as her hot little tongue teased his cockhead.
"I'm not kidding, teacher," he said hoarsely. "I'm gonna come!"
"Okay, Eddie," Jean laughed, getting to her feet, "come on."
This was going to be the hardest part for Kendra to watch. She was in an agony of jealousy and lust as they climbed onto Miss Walker's bed and fell into each other's arms, kissing and pawing. Miss Walker was grinding her swollen cunt mound against Eddie's rockhard cock, and they were both moaning with eagerness.
Then Miss Walker wriggled out of Eddie's embrace and rolled into the doggy-fucking position.
"Come on, honey -- stick your cock in me!" she cried wantonly.
Looking bussed out, Eddie went to his knees behind her and crammed his iron-hard cock into her fur-fringed pussy hole. Kendra almost sobbed with need and envy. That cock belonged to her! Eddie was her steady boyfriend, and he had no business taking care of Miss Walker's lust when he should have been tending to Kendra.
"Unnnnhhhhh, baby, yessssss," Jean whimpered. "Stick it in me, Eddie, give me every inch of your cock."
"Ohhhhh, shit, fantastic," Eddie moaned.
His teacher's cunt was as tight as a teenaged girl's, and it was scorching hot and deliciously juicy. He greedily shoved his cock as far as he could into her boiling pussy, then began fucking her hard and urgently, too insanely turned on to be gentle. But Jean let him know that she loved his roughness.
"Unnnhhhh, Eddie, yessss!" she hissed. "Fuck it to me, baby, fuck the shit out of me."
Kendra was almost whimpering with need, and she caught herself rubbing her thighs together in a hopeless attempt to ease the hot ache between her legs. Only one thing would ease her lust, and that was her boyfriend's steelhard cock. But that cock was busy in another woman's cunt, and it was killing Kendra to watch.
"Oooooo, fuck it to me, fuck it to meeeee!" Jean wailed.
Eddie's thick cock, the fattest she'd ever taken, was stretching her cunt lips wide and reaming her fuck-hole thoroughly. She loved the sensation. She soaked his cockmeat again and again with her sizzling pussy cream. Clawing the bed, her big tits swinging heavily back and forth, she felt intense pleasure from the boy's lusty fucking.
Eddie felt equal pleasure as he hammered his engorged boner in his teacher's velvety cunt. Like most guys in the class, he'd had the hots for her and would often think about her, even when he was fucking Kendra. So it was a horny dream come true to be actually fucking Miss Walker.
"You like it, teacher?" he panted. "Am I fucking you good?"
"Oh, yes, Eddie," Jean gurgled. "You're fucking me real good, honey, nice and hard, just the way I love it."
Eddie beamed, and Kendra wished she could slap that stupid grin off his face. She was just about going out of her mind with horniness, her panty crotch soaked with her thick hot juices, her pussy on fire. If she didn't get fucked soon, she was going to scream. But what could she do about it?
Her boyfriend was fucking somebody else, hammering away like a machine, leering with pleasure. Eddie was about to shoot his come load into another woman's cunt. Miss Walker had her eyes shut now and was clawing at the bed and whimpering as his fucking cock took her to the edge of orgasm.
"Unnnhhhh, Eddie, you're doing it to me -- I'm coming!" she howled. "Ohhhhhhhh, God, unnnnnhhhhhhhh!"
"Oh, fuck, teacher, take my load!" Eddie roared.
His eyes rolled shut and his face twisted into a huge horny leer as he sizzled his jizz into the teacher's cunt. They bucked and howled together, so loudly that Kendra permitted herself a little sob of lust and envy. She'd never needed Eddie's cock more than she did now, and her chances of getting it were just about nil.
"Mmmmmm, Eddie, that was wonderful," Jean sighed as she pitched forward, off the impalement of his cock.
"It sure was, Miss Walker," he said blissfully, stretching out beside her. "Thanks for letting me fuck you."
"Oh, it was my pleasure, Eddie," she said, "and I hope in a few minutes we can do it again."
Something in Kendra snapped. She flung the door wide open, stepped into the room, and said: "Oh, you don't have to wait, Miss Walker. I know how to get Eddie hard right away."
"Kendra!" Eddie gasped.
He and Jean stared at the girl in total shock as she advanced into the room. She started to strip, throwing her clothes in every direction, while Eddie went on staring at her openmouthed. But Jean quickly recovered her senses and started figuring out how to handle the situation. She didn't want her career ruined by a jealous teenaged girl.
She could read the envy in Kendra's eyes, the jealousy and anger at finding her steady boyfriend with another woman. But there was something else there, too -- lust. Kendra had gotten so turned on by spying on them that she just had to have some relief. And that was something Jean could work with.
"How'd you get in, Kendra?" she asked calmly. "By the fire escape?"
"That's right, Miss Walker," the girl said with a hostile glare. "I suspected you were up to something, and I was right."
"Well, Kendra, there's, no reason for us to be enemies. I don't want to take Eddie away from you. I just want to share him."
"Fine," Kendra snapped. "I'm going to take my share now."
She flung away the last of her clothes, and Jean felt a kinky rush of arousal. The girl had a nice little body, petite and slim and curvy, her high-riding tits small and round. She marched over to the bed, luscious tits bouncing, and jumped on. Jean got a glimpse of her cream soaked pussy slit.
"Okay, Eddie," Kendra said. "You fucked her -- now you can fuck me."
Eddie groaned. "Kendra, I couldn't fuck anybody right now," he said sheepishly.
It was true. Most of the time he couldn't keep the hard-ons from appearing, even at the most embarrassing moments, but the unexpected arrival of his girl had really blown him away. He stared at her helplessly while she seethed with frustration. Only Jean seemed undisturbed by the situation. She was grinning wickedly and stretching out on her back. Her lusty glance was directed at Kendra, not Eddie.
"Come here, Kendra," she purred. "I can help you out. We don't need him."
Kendra stared at the beautiful naked woman and felt strangely turned on. Almost as if hypnotized, she crawled over to Jean, who whispered something to her. Nodding, almost moaning with lust, she straddled Jean in the opposite direction, her pussy practically in her face. Her head was poised above Jean's wet cunt.
Jean suddenly stuck out her tongue and started licking Kendra's pussy. She'd never done such a thing before, of cause, and she knew how weird and kinky it was, but she just couldn't resist. She wanted to explore the whole world of sex, and this was part of it. She lashed her tongue greedily up and down the girl's cunt slit, gobbling her tangy cunt cream.
"Oh, shit, Miss Walker, that feels great," Kendra moaned.
"I'll get you off this way, honey," Jean promised. "We'll let Eddie rest."
"Who needs Eddie?" Kendra gurgled.
She'd never felt anything more exquisitely delicious than her teacher's velvety wet tongue stroking and raking her lust-engorged pussy. She could have taken hours of those fantastic sensations. She didn't feel angry at Miss Walker anymore. She could see how they could become very good friends. In her hot arousal, she almost forgot Eddie was there.
She looked down between Jean's widely spread legs and ogled the luscious-looking pink flesh of her cunt gash. Then she shoved her head between the teacher's thighs, stuck out her tongue, and began lashing it all over the puffed pussy flesh. Jean moaned in ecstasy and fed her thick spurts of musky pussy juice.
"God, yes!" she sobbed. "Lick my pussy, Kendra, that feels wonderful."
The two women, student and teacher, went at each other loudly and ravenously, making obscene slurping and sucking noises. They lashed their tongues all over each other's swollen pussy, and they whimpered and squealed with pleasure. Now they'd forgotten all about Eddie.
But he couldn't forget about them.
Eddie had considered himself pretty hip sexually, at least up to now. After all, he had a steady girl to fuck, and they'd tried a few other things, too. But he'd never seen anything like this. He'd never even fantasized it. He stared and stared as the two women went down on each other.
They weren't faking their excitement, either. They were creaming all over each other's face. He watched Kendra's little pointed tongue lashing swiftly over Jean's hot red cunt gash. He watched Jean's glistening tongue lathering Kendra's pussy with her hot saliva. And he felt his cock starting to stiffen.
"Holy shit," he breathed, hardly believing his eyes. He hadn't known women could get the hots for each other.
But it was happening, just inches away. Naked and horny, the two females greedily and loudly tongue-lashed each other's cunt. Then Jean added a new element of excitement by making her tongue long and rigid, then fucking it into Kendra's little fur-fringed cunt mouth. Eddie thought his girlfriend was going to fly off the bed.
"Oooooo, shit, ooooo!" she squealed.
Jean fucked her tongue clear to the root in the girl's boiling cunt, then started fucking her with it in quick urgent jabs. Kendra creamed all over her face. Jean sucked up the fragrant pussy juices and pistoned her tongue in the girl's velvety fuck-hole, while Kendra clawed the bed.
"Ohhhhh, Miss Walker, I love that," she gurgled. "Want me to do it to you?"
Jean withdrew her tongue just long enough to say hoarsely: "Yes, honey, I'd love that. Let's get each other off."
Then she crammed his greedy tongue back into that deliciously snug and steamy fuck-hole. Her dark hair flew and her head bobbed briskly up and down as she tongue-fucked the moaning student. Then Kendra returned the favor, stiffening her hot little tongue and plunging it as deep as she could into her teacher's pussy.
"Unnnhhhh, mmmmm," Jean moaned.
Kendra was giving it to her hard and fast, just the way she craved it. She creamed helplessly and heard the girl sucking up her cunt juice. They went at each other noisily and ravenously, pistoning their tongues hard in each other's pussy. Jean floated effortlessly toward orgasm.
Watching them, Eddie thought his cock would explode. He'd been into both cunts, and he knew how deliciously tight and searing hot they were. He had an incredible hard-on to offer, and there were two very horny females in the room, but he was left totally out of the action. All he could do was lie there and watch and go crazy.
Maybe it was the noises that got to him most, those obscene sucking and slurping sounds of tongues reaming creamy cunts. Maybe it was the muffled moans and whimpers of the two women as they worked each other toward orgasm. Or maybe it was just the sight of two pretty naked females lapping pussy.
Whatever the cause, Eddie felt like jacking off and spraying his come-load all over them. But he waited, knowing there'd be two hot cunts for him to fuck if he was just patient. He knew Kendra, and her shrill squeals and helpless writhing told him that she was right on the verse of coming.
A second later it happened. Her head snapped up, and she screamed: "Oooooo, shit, I'm coming! Whaaaahhhhhhh!"
Jean greedily tongue-fucked the howling teenaged girls through her climax, and then Kendra shoved her tongue back into Jean's cunt and swiftly got her off. Jean's head lolled back, her eyes shut. She stiffened for a second, then shuddered violently and moaned hoarsely.
"Oh, God, Kendra, you're getting me off, ohhhhh!" she wailed.
Eddie caught himself groaning and reaching for his cock. He struggled with the insane urge to jack off and spray his come-load all over the place. Relief was coming, if he could just wait another minute or so. At last the women rolled apart, grinning and wiping their cream-soaked faces, obviously happy with their kinky experiment.
Eddie couldn't wait a second longer.
"Will somebody please fuck me?" he whined. Jean and Kendra looked at him and began to giggle. "Poor baby," Kendra teased. "Does he have a hard-on?"
"Yes, he does," Eddie groaned, "and he's very, very horny. How about it, ladies?"
"Fuck Kendra," Jean suggested wickedly. "After all, she's your girl."
Eddie didn't particularly care if he fucked his grandmother at that point, he was so horny. But Kendra's tight and hot pussy hole would be very welcome. She rolled into the doggy-fucking position, and he scrambled up to kneel behind her, grasping her hips and poking the engorged head of his cock into her tiny cuntal opening.
"Oh, yeah, babe, stick it in me," she panted. "I've been wanting cock all evening. God, when I watched you fuck Miss Walker -- ooooooo, yesssss!"
Her chatter became a squeal of ecstasy as Eddie fucked his rock-hard boner all the way into her pussy. Jean watched with insane excitement. She and Kendra had just gotten each other off deliciously but were horny again, both of them hotly turned on by the sight of Eddie's stiff cock.
Now she licked her lips as she watched him fuck that blue-veined column of cockmeat in and out of Kendra's fur-fringed cunt mouth. She got p, wicked charge out of watching other people fuck. On the other hand, she wanted in on the action. Her pussy burned with need, and she was creaming helplessly, the molten sticky juice running down her thighs. She crawled over and spread her legs for Kendra, lying on her back and bending her knees.
"Kendra, honey, stick your tongue in me, please," she moaned.
"Great idea, teacher," Kendra said.
There wasn't a shred of hostility or jealousy left in the girl's voice. They all understood each other now. Kendra and Eddie could continue to be steadies, but once in a while their teacher would join them for some kinky fun. That was how it was right now, Eddie fucking Kendra while she went down on Jean.
"Oooooo, yesssss," Jean moaned as the girl's slippery hot tongue entered her cunt. "Fuck me with it, honey, get me off."
Eddie groaned as he watched. It was so wild, he could hardly believe it. Here he was fucking his steady girl in front of their history teacher, while Kendra tongue-fucked Miss Walker.
None of the guys would believe him even if he told them what had happened. He'd be laughed out of school. But here it was happening, very real. Kendra's cunt was scorching and squeezing around his pistoning cock, and he could see her fucking her tongue in and out of Jean's cunt.
"Ohhhhhhhh, yes, honey, I love it," Jean sobbed, her pretty face contorted with lust. "Fuck me with your tongue, Kendra, make me come."
A second later it happened. Jean felt a violent orgasm welling from the depths of her cunt, and she screamed in ecstasy, creaming all over Kendra's face. The girl lustily tongue-fucked her through the delicious spasms.
"Ohhhhh, God, so damned good, ohhhhh!" Jean howled.
She'd never set out to make it with another female, but it had turned out great. Now there was another dimension to her fun, another supply of young lovers for her to enjoy. As Kendra finally drew her tongue out of her teacher's pussy, Jean looked up at her and grinned wickedly.
"Thanks, Kendra, I really needed that," she said. "Now I'm gonna help you get Eddie off."
She whispered something to Kendra, and the girl snickered.
"Yeah, that'll get him off, all right," Kendra grinned. "That'll send him to the moon."
"What are you girls taking about?" Eddie demanded.
"You'll find out," Jean laughed.
Eddie went on pistoning his stiff cock in Kendra's hot and velvety fuck-hole, but he was very much aware of Jean as she crawled around behind him. He gasped when he felt her hot breath tickling his ass. Then suddenly there was the most incredible sensation, something slick and hot and velvety sliding into his asshole.
"Awwww, Jesus, yeah," he groaned.
Miss Walker was tongue-fucking his shitter while he fucked Kendra. He'd never had a jackoff fantasy that even approached what was happening to him now. Rocketing out of control, he fucked his girlfriend with lightning speed, while Jean plowed her stiff tongue in and out of his asshole. He felt Kendra's cunt going vise tight around his cock.
"Unnnnnnhhhhh, Eddie, I'm coming! Whahhhhhhh!" she wailed.
"Ohhhh, fuck, shit! Awwwwwww!" Eddie bellowed.
With a wicked little tongue probing his ass and a hot little cunt sucking at his cock, he couldn't keep from coming. He came and came. He felt like he'd shot about ten gallons of jizz by the time he finished.
"Holy shit," he groaned. "Now I'm really fucked out."
"It's just as well," Jean sighed. "We've all got school tomorrow. I hope we're friends now, Kendra."
"Oh, yes, ma'am!" the girl exclaimed. "This has been so much fun. But just promise you won't wear Eddie out. I need him, too."
Jean had no trouble promising that. She wouldn't be wearing Eddie out if she stuck to her plan of fucking a different boy every night.
Chapter Five
On her way to work the next day, Jean tried to decide which boy to invite to her home. She was sticking to her plan of fucking with a new guy every evening. But the choice was difficult when there were so many cute guys to choose from.
When she arrived for her sixth-period class, Wylie was waiting for her outside the room.
"Gotta talk to you for a second, Miss Walker," he said.
"Of course, Wylie. What is it?" Jean asked. "I did what you're doing," he said. "I mean, choosing a different guy every day. But how about seeing me again, too? I could really go for that."
So could Jean. She thought about his expert lovemaking and felt a hot rush of fuck-lust. "All right, Wylie," she agreed. "I'll see you at seven."
"Right," he beamed.
It was just as well that she'd agreed to his suggestion, Jean thought, for when she got into the classroom and looked around, sexy teenaged males seemed to be everywhere. It would have been so hard to choose between them. Now she was actually able to concentrate on her teaching, knowing that she was guaranteed a good young stud for the evening.
Around seven she was relaxing in her apartment with a drink when the doorbell rang. Going to answer it, she checked her appearance in the mirror. Her figure-fitting black jumpsuit showed off every curve of her magnificent tall body. She knew Wylie was going to like the outfit. Smiling knowingly, she opened the door.
Then she gawked. Wylie was there, but he wasn't alone. On either side of him stood Vince and Terry, the two guys who'd joined him in raping her in front of the class. They were all grinning broadly. Jean reddened.
"Hi, teacher," Wylie said. "Aren't you gonna let us in?"
"Wylie, I understood you were coming alone." Jean said nervously.
"I was," he said, "but when I told my buddies about it, they just insisted on coming along. They wanta make it with you again, too."
Jean didn't want her neighbors to hear any of that kind of talk, so she hastily signaled the boys inside, then locked the door.
"Wylie, this really isn't very nice," she said angrily. "You should have told me you were bringing your friends."
"Aw, don't get on his case, Miss Walker, please," Vince said. "See, we all got to talking about how we'd like to get it on with you again, and we decided the only way was to have Wylie arrange it. Everybody in the class can tell you really like him."
Jean blushed. Was her letch for Wylie that obvious? "But boys," murmured, "all three of you? I wasn't really expecting anything like this."
"Please, Miss Walker," Terry begged, "we'll be nice to you this time. We're really sorry about that other time. Tonight we'll do anything you want."
Jean thought that remark over and began to smile. It might actually be a lot of fun to have three eager young lovers at her command. That meant three hard cocks to enjoy, one after the other, and she liked that idea a whole lot. Suddenly her pussy was burning with eagerness.
"All right, boys," she purred. "Why don't we take off our clothes and be comfortable?"
There were shouts of delight from the boys, and then clothes were flying in every direction. Jean made no move to undress right away. Instead, she watched the boys undress. Those hard young bodies aroused her wildly. Then she saw that every guy had a cock-stand, and that really got her hot.
"Come on, teacher, aren't you gonna get undressed?" Wylie cried.
Jean tore her eyes from his stiffly wagging cock and said huskily: "Oh, yes, honey, right away."
The three youths stood there watching her, stark naked with rigid drooling cocks. Jean was almost snarling with desire for them as she drew down the long front zipper of her jumpsuit and then peeled the garment off. Underneath she was wearing matching black lace panties and bra.
"Oh, yeah, teacher, take it all off," Vince crooned.
"What a fantastic body," Terry said hoarsely.
Wylie didn't say anything. He just stood there licking his lips as Jean unhooked her bra and let it slide down off her arms. His eyes burned into her thrusting naked tits, then dropped lower as she hooked her thumbs under the waistband of her panties and inched them down, slowly revealing her dark triangular cunt bush and the firm little globes of her ass.
She drew her panties down with deliberate slowness, teasing the already panting guys. She watched three stiff cocks bucking and dripping. Finally the panties slithered down her nice long legs, and she kicked them away. Beckoning to the three horny bays, she led the way to her bedroom.
As she walked, she could almost feel three pairs of hungry eyes on her undulating ass. She hardly recognized herself as the man-hating cold-blooded spinster of a few days ago. Then, she wouldn't have dreamed of doing something like this. She wouldn't have dreamed of even smiling at a male, let alone taking three of them into her bed.
She climbed onto the bed, and the boys were right with her, eyeing her expectantly. But Wylie was obviously going to be first. He'd arranged the party, and he was the leader of the group. Growling lustily, he pulled Jean into his embrace and kissed her, shoving his tongue into her mouth. She moaned eagerly and arched her body against him.
As his tongue probed her mouth, she rubbed her swollen cunt mound against his stiff and throbbing cock. She didn't mind the other two boys watching. In fact, it turned her on in a kinky way.
Wylie rolled her onto her back, picked up her legs, and draped them over his shoulders. It was the same position he'd put her in when he raped her before the class, yet this time it was totally different. This time Jean was hot and ready, and this time Wylie and his buddies weren't feeling hostile.
This time everybody just wanted to have fun. So Jean was smiling and eager as Wylie placed her legs over his shoulders and pressed the fat purple head of his cock against the juicy little mouth of her cunt. She spurted cunt cream all over his cock head and wriggled with impatience when he didn't immediately fuck into her.
"Come on, Wylie," she urged. "Stick that big thing into me."
"Yes, teacher," he said. "But we're not in any big hurry, are we? I wanta enjoy every second of this."
Jean knew what he meant. It wasn't just the two of them this time. On either side of them were his buddies, watching lustily and enviously as Wylie enjoyed the teacher's hot cunt. He wanted to show off in front of his friends. And that didn't bother Jean, as long as she got well fucked.
"Unnnnhhhh, honey, yesssss," she gurgled as he began easing his long stiff boner into her pussy.
"Oh, shit," Vince groaned. "You lucky bastard."
"Oh, Christ, don't take too long, Wylie," Terry panted.
Slowly but steadily, Wylie fucked his thick rock-hard cock into Jean's juice-slick cunt, grinning insanely the whole time. Jean whimpered with excitement and clawed the bed. She creamed steadily, soaking his cockmeat again and again with her molten pussy juices. Being even twenty-four hours without a hard cock was enough to make her frantically horny. The deeper he fucked into her, the more hotly horny she got.
"Oh, yeah, honey -- give me all of it," she whined.
On either side of her, a boy was kneeling, a boy with a belly-hugging hard-on. It was driving Jean wild. As she took one stiff cock into her boiling little pussy, she, could see the other two waiting for her. It was a horny woman's dream come true. At last Wylie's prick butted her womb.
"You got it all now, teacher," he said. "You like it?"
"Mmmmmm, you know I do," Jean gurgled. "Now get down to business and fuck me, Wylie. No more showing off, and no more foaling around."
"You heard the teacher, Wylie," Terry laughed.
"Yeah, quit fucking around, man," Vince grinned.
"I guess I'm outnumbered," Wylie sighed. "Okay, teacher, hang on, 'cause here we go."
He shoved his hands under her hot little ass and raised it slightly off the bed. With his hands cupping her ass and her legs draped over his shoulders, Jean was totally open to him, and unable to wriggle off the deep impalement of his steel-stiff cock. Not that that bothered her, of course. He started fucking her deep and hard, and she moaned in ecstasy.
"Ohhhhhhh, God, yesssss!" she wailed.
Each deep lunge of the guy's hard cock gave her a hot blast of pleasure. She threw back her head and howled in ecstasy as Wylie fucked his thick cock in her famished cunt. Her big ripe tits shook with the impact of his fucking, and Vince and Terry stared at the creamy melons in lusty fascination.
Jean didn't know what came over her, but her lust was so blinding and crazy that she reached out, grabbed the boys' hands, and placed them on her wobbling tits. Vince eagerly molded and squeezed her right tit while Terry played with the other. Wylie looked astonished for a second, then started to chuckle.
"Wow, Miss Walker, you're really horny tonight, aren't you?" he laughed.
"Mmmmmmm, it sure looks that way," Jean agreed, gurgling excitement. "Fuck me real hard, Wylie -- you know I like it hard."
"Yes, teacher," he said, leering.
Again Jean found it hard to recognize herself as the old stern Miss Walker who'd have nothing to do with men and sex. Here she was stark naked on her back, letting one of her students fuck her while two others played with her tits. She couldn't claim to be uninterested in sex anymore.
Wylie was fucking her just the way she craved it, too, with deep, hard, quick cock-thrusts. He was reaming her red-hot cunt with his thick fuck-tool and giving her blast after blast of pleasure. She wanted the delicious sensations to go on and on, but she was too horny to last much longer.
She began to tighten her greedy little cunt around Wylie's pistoning cock, getting more and more delicious friction and working herself steadily towards the orgasm she craved. Her nipples had gone stiff with lust and were poking against the boys' palms. Her pretty face was twisted into a grimace of pleasure.
"Wylie," she moaned, "I need to come so bad. Get me off, honey, fuck me real hard."
"Why, teacher, you sure are greedy tonight," Wylie said. "Sure, I'll fuck you hard. Hang on."
Renewing his grip on her hot little ass, he began pounding it to her, fucking her like a piledriver. Her whole body shook with the impact, and her tits wobbled hard in Vince and Terry's hands. She let her head loll back and closed her eyes tightly. Her teeth flashed in a horny snarl.
"That's it, fuck hard," she gasped, "fuck the living shit out of me, Wylie."
Vince and Terry looked at each other in amazement. This wasn't the woman they'd humiliated just a few days ago. This wasn't the cold, mean spinster who'd remained rigid and silent as they fucked her. This woman was hot-blooded and eager. She loved being fucked, and she let them know it. She was moaning and whimpering steadily as Wylie hammered his prickmeat into her.
"Unnhhhhh, yes, fuck me as hard as you can," she howled.
Jean felt the hot sweaty hands on her tits, but she was much more conscious of that deep pounding cock in her cunt. She felt the pleasure building in her pussy till she couldn't contain it a second longer. In the depths of her clit a gigantic orgasm exploded. It radiated out to shake and sizzle through her body. She soaked Wylie's deep-fucking prick with boiling come juice.
"Ohhhhhh, God, I'm coming! Whaahhhh!" she howled.
Wylie gasped as her red-hot cunt went tight as a vise around his cock. But he wasn't finished with her yet, and he struggled not to shoot his come-load. He had a final act planned which would really blow his buddies' minds. He fucked his cock deep into her spasming cunt and rode out her climax.
"Uhhhh, shit, I'm coming so good, so damned good!" Jean sobbed.
Wylie grinned triumphantly as they watched her coming. "See? I told you she was different," he said to his friends.
"She sure the fuck is," Terry breathed.
"Man, I can hardly wait to fuck her," Vince said hoarsely.
"Well, you're gonna have to wait a little while longer," Wylie said. "I'm not through with her."
His buddies groaned, and Jean opened her eyes and stared at him. Sure enough, his prick was still hard as a rock inside her. Leering, he slowly drew his cream-drenched boner from her hot little fuck hole, then let her legs down from his shoulders. Jean stared at his swollen prick in lusty fascination.
"I wanta come in your mouth, teacher," he grinned. "How about sucking me off?"
Vince and Terry stared at him in horror. Surely their prim and dignified teacher would angrily refuse that request. Wylie had probably blown it for them. But when they glanced back at Jean, they were astonished to see her opening her mouth as Wylie straddled her.
His ass just grazed her swollen tits, and he was teasingly rubbing the drooling purple head of his cock over her lips. Her tongue shot out, and she licked up all the cock cream he left.
Then he started easing his cock into her mouth. She sucked at his prick greedily and took more than half of it inside.
"Ahhhhh, yeah," Wylie said with a lusty shiver. "Suck it in, teacher, eat it."
"Holy shit," Vince breathed.
"I never thought she'd suck cock!" Terry exclaimed.
"Well, fellas, it turns out we did her a favor," Wylie chuckled. "We turned her onto sex. Now she'll do just about anything that feels good."
Jean hardly heard him. She was sucking eagerly at his throbbing prick, getting as much of it into her mouth as she could. She fisted the rest, holding the bucking column steady. His prick throbbed on her tongue and dripped delicious cream onto her taste buds. She caved in her cheeks and started sucking noisily.
"Mmmmmm, ummmmmm!" she moaned. "See?" Wylie leered. "Our teacher loves the taste of cock."
Jean thought Vince and Terry were going to come right then and there. They were both red faced with longing, breathing hard and loudly. Their cocks were bucking and drooling. She wished she could help them out, but she only had one mouth. It was fully crammed with Wylie's hotly throbbing boner. She sucked his cock faster and faster, making him groan with excitement.
"Shit, yeah! Suck my cock, teacher!" he cried, his face contorted with lust.
Vince and Terry looked torn between frustration and excitement. Jean knew just how they felt. Last night, when she'd watched Eddie fucking Kendra, she'd felt the same way. It was really exciting to watch other people making it, but it also made her horny enough to scream.
Vince and Terry obviously needed her, so she did her best to get Wylie off in a hurry. He'd been struggling to hold off his climax, and now he couldn't postpone it any longer. She gave a long hard suck, and he bellowed with bliss and began jetting his come-load down her throat.
"Eat it, teacher, awwwwwww!" he roared.
"Ummmmmm, unnnhhhhh!" Jean moaned.
"Oh wow," Vince sighed.
"Jesus, look at that!" Terry exclaimed.
They watched the pretty teacher's cheeks puff out as she collected Wylie's come-load. She held the hot come as long as she could, savoring it, then gulped it down with a hungry gurgling noise. Wylie rolled off her, his dripping cock popping from her mouth, and she licked her lips to get the last of his jism.
"Oh, Jesus, that does it for me," he sighed.
"She's all yours now, you guys."
Vince and Terry promptly cracked heads as they both made a dive for Jean.
"Hey, man, I'm next!" Vince snapped.
"Like hell you are," Terry snarled. "Says who?"
"Gentlemen, gentlemen," Wylie snickered, "let's not fight."
"That's easy for you to say," Vince answered hotly.
"Yeah, why don't you keep out of it, Wylie?" Terry growled.
Jean wished they wouldn't fight. Making love was so much more fun. But they were going to go on arguing unless she somehow managed to take care of both of them at once. And now that she thought about it, maybe she could. She and Kendra and Eddie had all made it together, so there had to be a way for Jean to take on two boys.
"That's enough, boys," she said. "You can stop fighting, or you can all leave."
She used her sternest tones, and she got their attention, all right. There was instant silence. That gave her a chance to think. A wicked little grin lit her face as she worked out the solution to their problem. She creamed heavily, and her fuck-lust rushed back in full force. This little experiment was going to be very interesting. "Vince, lie on your back," she instructed. "Yes, ma'am," he said, obeying at once.
Jean crawled over to him, greedily eyeing his stiff-standing cock. Her mouth watered at the sight of the hot cream running down his blue veined cockshaft. Yes, she was going to like this experiment a whole lot. She crawled between his legs, bent down low, and stuck out her tongue.
"Oh, shit, yes," Vince gasped. Then he reddened and added: "Excuse me for swearing, Miss Walker."
"It's okay," Wylie laughed. "She told me people swear when they get horny."
"Then I'm gonna be swearing a lot," Vince groaned. "Oh, fuck, yesssss!"
Jean was running the stiff tip of her hot little tongue around and around the sensitive head of his cock. She was lapping up the salty cock cream that oozed from his piss hole, gurgling as she ate it. Vince was so excited, he was almost coming. He could hardly believe that his stern but beautiful teacher was sucking his prick.
"Oh, shit, fantastic," he sighed.
"Hey, what about me, Miss Walker?" Terry demanded. "How come I have to be last?"
"But you don't have to be last, Terry," Jean cooed. "There's a place for you."
She glanced back briefly at her shapely little ass, which was raised up as she bent to lick Vince's cock. Terry, groaned. He eyed the juicy fur-fringed line of her cunt slit, then hurried over to kneel behind ha. She felt his hot sweaty hands grasping her hips, then the hard head of his cock spreading her cunt lips.
"Oh, yeah, Terry," she gasped. "Get into me, honey, give me that big hard cock."
"You got it, teacher!" he cried blissfully.
Then Jean moaned as he eased his stiff boner into her hot and ready cunt. Now she was enjoying two cocks at the same time, a really wild experience. While Terry sank his rigid hot boner to the depths of her hot cunt, she was licking up the delicious juice from Vince's stiff-standing prick. She felt insane excitement, and she licked hastily, making the boy shiver and moan.
"Oh, yeah, teacher, lick my cock!" he cried. "Ahhhhh, shit, your cunt's so hot, Miss Walker," Terry panted.
Wylie had been lounging to one side, lazily watching the action, but now he knelt close by for a better view. He laughed and shook his head wonderingly as he watched the previously prudish and uptight teacher taking two cocks at the same time, one in her cunt and one in her mouth.
"Miss Walker, you are something else," he said, his own cock starting to rise again.
"I thought this might get your attention, Wylie," Jean said dryly.
It got his attention, all right. He couldn't have moved much closer without leaning on somebody. His eyes darted eagerly and lustily from Terry's deep-gliding cock to. Jean's lashing tongue, then back again. And as he watched, his tireless young prick rose up again, stiff and ready.
Jean noticed Wylie's hard-on and shivered with delight. That meant when she finished with Vince and Terry, Wylie could give her another good fucking. It would be the perfect nightcap. Terry had sunk his throbbing boner as deep as he could in her seething pussy. She sank her mouth down around Vince's cock. Now the three of them were connected in one lusty chain.
"Holy shit," Wylie said admiringly. "I think you're teaching the wrong subject, teacher."
Jean gurgled her agreement. She had a brief wild fantasy about teaching a sex class. She'd love to demonstrate every single way of making love, using her students as partners. Well, she was practically doing that right now. Wylie was taking it all in as she sucked Vince's cock and took the deep steady fuck-thrusts of Terry's hot boner.
"Mmmmmm, unnnnhhhh," she moaned.
"Oh shit, this is great," Vince groaned. "Suck my prick, Miss Walker -- get me off."
"Ahhhhhh, yeah, take my cock, teacher," Terry panted.
Wylie growled with lust. His cock was hard as a rock and ready for action, but there just wasn't room for him right now. She had her mouth full of one pulsating boner and her cunt full of another. Much as it grated on him, he'd just have to wait his turn. He watched with mounting arousal as Jean took on his buddies.
Terry was too wildly turned on to be subtle in his fucking. He was just pounding away, pistoning his hard cock as fast as he could in their teacher's juicy cunt. His cock was making an obscene sucking noise as it reamed out her pussy cream. That noise added to Wylie's almost unbearable excitement.
He shifted his attention to Jean's widely stretched lips and watched them plunging up and down Vince's blue-veined column of cockmeat. That just made him more horny, as he remembered how great his teacher's hotly sucking mouth had felt around his cock. No getting around it, he wanted another turn with the teacher. But it looked as if he might have to wait awhile.
Terry was fucking away like a machine. His eyes were closed, his face a mask of lust, as he pistoned his throbbing prick again and again in Jean's deliciously snug and juicy pussy. Wylie couldn't blame him for wanting to prolong the fun, but was he going to take all night? It seemed like he'd been fucking her for hours already.
"Awwwwwww, shit! Awwwwwww!" Terry bawled.
Wylie wanted to tell him to shut up. It was hard enough watching the fun and being left out. He didn't need to hear what a great time the others were having. But Vince was making lusty noises, too, as Jean sucked his cock. His eyes were closed tight, his face twisted with horniness.
"Suck it, teacher, suck my cock," he groaned. "Ahhhhh, fuck, that feels great."
Wylie was almost howling with horniness. He thought about just jacking off. But, no, he wanted another turn with his teacher. He wanted to cram his engorged prick into her cunt, or he wanted to feel her steamy mouth around his cock. But no way was he going to beat off.
"Mmmmmm, unnnnhhhhh," Jean moaned, sucking harder than ever on Vince's drooling prick.
Vince groaned, spun out of control, and started fucking her mouth. She drooled onto his cock. She knew that in just a few seconds, she was going to get a whole mouthful of his come. He pistoned his throbbing prick back and forth over her slippery tongue, and she gurgled and sucked greedily. Meanwhile Terry was fucking her faster and faster as he, too, hurtled toward climax.
Out of the corner of her eye she saw Wylie kneeling there in an agony of fuck-lust. His face was red, he was panting, and his cock was drooling thickly. A couple of times he automatically reached for his painfully swollen boner and started to pump it, then stopped himself. He was waiting for another turn with Jean.
"Ummnhhh, teacher, eat my come!" Vince rasped.
"Ummmmmmm!" Jean moaned as he shot his come-load into her mouth.
"Awwwww, shit, awwwww, I'm coming!" Terry yelled.
Jean sobbed with ecstasy as his boiling jism filled her cunt and brought her off. The three of them writhed and moaned together, the boys eagerly filling her mouth and cunt with their sizzling come-loads. Jean gulped the delicious jizz and shivered and bucked through her climax. At last they all rolled apart.
"Oh, fuck, that was incredible," Vince laughed.
"It sure was," Jean giggled.
"Let's do it again," Terry demanded greedily.
"Hold it, buddy!" Wylie snarled. "It's my turn now."
"And I'm afraid it's going to have to be the last turn," Jean sighed. "It's getting late, and we all have school tomorrow."
They reluctantly agreed, and then Wylie positioned Jean in the doggy-fucking posture, on bet elbows and knees. He was desperate to fuck her, but he hadn't forgotten about showing off for his friends, and this seemed the best position to do it in. Kneeling behind her, he pressed the fat purple head of his cock against her juicy little cuntal opening and felt her shiver with eagerness.
"Yes, Wylie, stick that big fucker into me," she panted.
Grinning broadly, Wylie started easing his stiff cock into her. He fucked in slowly, giving Vince and Terry a good show, and Jean wriggled impatiently, wanting more action. It seemed like the more she was fucked, the hornier she got. But then she had so many years of frustration to make up for, it was no wonder she couldn't get enough cock.
"Unnnhhh, deeper, honey," she whimpered. "Quit fooling around and really fuck me!"
Wylie couldn't help being aroused by her hoarse pleading for his cock. With a lusty snort, he pushed his prick the rest of the way into her, then started fucking her in short hard jabs. He knew that was what she wanted, because she immediately soaked his prick with hot spurts of cunt cream.
"Oh, baby, yessss!" she gurgled. "That's it, Wylie -- fuck it to me good and hard."
Wylie grinned from ear to ear. He loved fucking the beautiful big-titted teacher in front of his buddies and making her howl with pleasure. Yet Terry had fucked her in the same position and gotten her just as aroused. Wylie wanted to top him. He wanted to do something new and wild to impress his buddies.
He noticed the tiny puckered mouth of her asshole. Leering, he whipped his dripping boner out of her cunt and pressed the swollen cream slick cockhead against her shitter. He started pushing into her ass, stretching the little hole wide and Jean gasped and clawed the bed. The fit was deliciously snug.
"Oh, my God, Wylie," Jean moaned. "You're fucking my ass. Ohhhhh, baby, that feels so wild."
Vince and Terry gawked, obviously impressed by his performance. Wylie grinned from ear to ear as he eased his stiff cock steadily into his teacher's steamy ass. Jean's voice was hoarse with pleasure and excitement as he fucked her shitter full of throbbing cockmeat. She hadn't expected to like it, but it was wickedly exciting.
"Unnnnnn, yesssss," she gurgled.
"Oh, fuck, it's tight," Wylie told his friends hoarsely. "The tightest thing I ever fucked."
At last he was fucked into her as far as he could go, only his balls showing. He paused to catch his breath, and Jean felt the molten cream overflowing her cunt and running down her thighs. She was creaming uncontrollably, she was so aroused. Then Wylie began fucking her ass in slow, deep strokes, and her lust reached the boiling point.
"Yes, yes, honey, fuck my ass!" she sobbed. "Make me come."
Wylie's triumph was complete. He was getting the last fuck of the night with their hot pants teacher, and he was leaving her with some sensations she would never forget. She moaned and clawed the bed as he fucked her shitter with his thick rock-hard cock. To add to her excitement, he reached around her and started rubbing her clit.
"Oooooooo, shit, oooooo, I'm coming!" she screamed.
Wylie roared with excitement as her asshole went into spasms around his cock, sucking and squeezing.
"Take my come, teacher!" he bellowed. "Take it up your ass, aaaaggggghhhhh!"
"Yes, cream me, Wylie, unhhhhh!" Jean howled.
Delicious convulsions rocked her body. There wasn't much that could top being ass-fucked by one student while two others watched. Yet she knew her naughty mind would come up with even more kinky adventures, more crazy experiments.
"Okay, fellas," she sighed. "It's been fun, but you'd better go now. We all need our rest."
"Tomorrow's Friday, Miss Walker," Wylie reminded her, "and we can stay up late. We could have a real party?"
"We'll see, honey," Jean replied.
She wasn't committing herself. She still had a whole classroom of potential partners ta choose from, after all.
Chapter Six
Jean had hardly started her sixth-period class the next day when a pretty blonde girl named Melanie raised her hand and waved it urgently.
"Yes, Melanie, what is it?" Jean asked. "I know this has nothing to do with the lesson, Miss Walker," Melanie said. "But I just have to ask. A lot of us guys wonder when you're going to let us in on the fun."
There were murmurs of agreement. "Fun?" Jean exclaimed. "What are you talking about, Melanie?"
"Aw, come on, Miss Walker," said a boy named Chris. "We're on to you. We know why you've been having guys over to your apartment. We wanta get in on it, too."
Jean reddened and looked quickly around the room. Who had told on her? She studied the faces of Wylie, Vince, Terry, Mark, Eddie and Kendra -- the guys she'd had to the apartment. But she couldn't decide who'd told. They were all grinning like fiends.
"Please, Miss Walker?" Melanie went on. "Since we all know about it, couldn't we join the fun?"
"Well, just what did you have in mind, Melanie?" Jean asked. "You're talking about an awful lot of guys, more than I could squeeze into my apartment."
"Well, we were all talking about it before you got here," Melanie said, "and we were wondering why we couldn't have a party right here in the classroom."
"Right now?" Jean asked in surprise.
"Right now!" the class chorused.
Jean studied them and thought it over. Every guy in this class had seen her naked. They'd watched while she was fucked by Wylie and his buddies. Now they knew that she'd been inviting class members to her apartment for fucking. She didn't really have anything to hide from them anymore. And a group fuck would be a lot of fun.
"Well," she said, beginning to smile, "since it's Friday, I guess we could have a party."
She was going to say more, but the delighted shouts of the class drowned her out. Laughing and shrugging, she put away her notes and cleared her desk. By that time the students were throwing their clothes in every direction.
A very tall lean boy named Mike approached her, blushing but determined.
"Miss Walker," he said, "I've been wanting to get it on with you since that very first day. Please, could we?"
Jean's eyes dropped to his fly, which was hugely tented. She knew Mike was on the basketball team, and she suspected he was really well hung. Her pussy grew hot and moist. She really could use a nice hard cock, she decided. She was used to waiting till evening, but it would be great to start early.
"All right, Mike," she purred.
"Oh, great, fantastic," he croaked.
He took off his clothes, and it didn't take him long. Off went his sneakers, t-shirt, and jeans, and then there was only his jockey shorts. They looked like one big bulge to Jean. Gingerly, he eased them down over his hard-on. Jean's mouth dropped open, and there were some gasps and exclamations from the class.
Mike was hung like an elephant. His cock was more than man-size, it was huge. Jean eyed the nine-inch column of cockmeat, which looked as thick as her wrist. Could she really take that monster into her recently deflowered cunt? One thing was for sure -- she could hardly wait to try.
Mike stood there staring hungrily at her, his gigantic prick wagging stiffly and lewdly before him. Almost moaning with excitement, Jean began to strip. Naked and half-naked students paused in whatever they were doing, watching her. No girl in the class could equal the teacher's tall big-titted figure.
Jean had nearly died of mortification when Wylie and his buddies stripped her before the class. Now she didn't think twice about taking her clothes off in front of them. A lot had changed in just a few days. She didn't mind the students watching when she removed her bra and let her stiff-nippled tits swing free.
She didn't even blush as she skinned out of her panties and stood naked before the whole class. Her eyes were glued to Mike's incredible cock. Hot sticky cream was leaking from her aroused cunt and running down her legs. She couldn't wait to feel the guy's huge hard fucker in her seething pussy.
The only question was, how to connect? The guy was so tall, it created a problem. Jean thought of turning her back and leaning against the desk, taking his cock from behind. Then she came up with the solution. She hopped up on the desk and knelt in the doggy-fucking position.
Raised up like that, she was on a level with the student basketball player. There was a hush in the classroom as she arranged herself. Probably the guys were wandering the same thing she was -- whether a normal woman could take a cock that size. Jean wasn't at all reluctant to make the experiment.
"Come on, Mike, fuck me," she invited hoarsely.
"Oh, Jesus," he groaned.
He walked over and stood behind her, gawking at the wet pink line of her cunt slit, hardly believing his luck. Like most of the boys in the class, he'd fantasized dozens of times about fucking the beautiful teacher, but he'd never dreamed it would come true. He was shivering with excitement as he pressed the enormously swollen head of his cock against her cunt mouth.
"Yes, Mike, go," she moaned.
Mike watched the fat purple head of his cock spreading her delicate cunt lips almost to bursting. Jean gasped and clawed the desk top. It felt like she was taking a cannonball up her cunt. Mike fucked her slowly but steadily, his massive cock throbbing against every inch of her cunt.
"Ohhhhhh, my God!" Jean gasped.
From the back of the room, she heard Wylie say: "Shit, if I had a dick that big, I'd be the most popular guy in school."
Jean wasn't quite ready to agree with that. She felt crammed breathless as Mike steadily eased his wrist-thick boner into her tiny cunt. He couldn't fuck into her fast, because the fit was too tight. It seemed to take forever, but at last his prick touched her womb and his coarse haired balls came to rest against her pussy slit.
"Oh, Jesus, it's so hot and tight," he groaned.
Jean just gave a little whimper of relief. For a while there, she'd feared his huge rock-hard cock would split her in half. Now as he paused to catch his breath, she had time to get used to that gigantic presence in her guilt. She had to admit it was kind of exciting. It was as much cock as a woman could take.
Kendra, who wasn't the bashful type, trotted right over to the desk and asked: "What does it feel like, Miss Walker?"
"Big," Jean panted. "Very, very big, Kendra."
"Wow!" the girl said, wide-eyed. "It must be wild to take a cock that huge."
Eddie came hurrying over and grabbed her by the arm. "Hey, baby, don't get any ideas," he said anxiously. "Don't I have enough cock for you?"
"Oh, of course, Eddie," Kendra purred, pulling him into a hot embrace.
She led him away. Kendra was very good with Eddie. They finished stripping, and then they were on the floor, fucking like bunnies. That seemed to pave the way for everybody else. The last garments were flung aside, and the classroom exploded into a general orgy.
Everywhere naked guys were kissing, pawing, sucking, and fucking. Jean got hotly aroused by watching, especially Eddie and Kendra. The sparks really flew when those two got together. Kendra was on her back, legs wrapped tightly around Eddie's waist, and he was fucking her like a rutting rabbit, his trim ass knotting and jerking.
"Ooooooo, Eddie, ooooooooh!" Kendra squealed.
Eddie was grunting and snorting with lust as he hammered his stiff cock in his girlfriend's juicy pussy. The sight made Jean cream all over Mike's deeply-buried cock. He felt the scalding bath and gave a lusty groan. He began fucking her in long, slow, deep strokes.
"Ohhhh, yesssss!" Jean gurgled. "Yes, Mike, that feels great."
"It sure the fuck does," he sighed.
Now she wasn't afraid of his cock. She'd had time to get used to it, and he was fucking her gently to start out. Each lazy long fuck-thrust was ecstasy to the horny schoolteacher, and she went on drenching his prick with her molten cunt cream. It was so exciting to take a cock that size, and it was equally exciting to watch a roomful of students sucking and fucking.
Eddie was a regular fucking machine, hammering away steadily, and bringing Kendra to orgasm after orgasm. The petite girl was glued to him, legs wrapped around him, so she could take his pounding prick right to her smoldering depths. Her face was twisted into a lusty grimace as successive orgasms ripped through her body.
"Unnnhhh, Eddie, you're fucking me so good," she whimpered. "You always fuck me good, honey."
"And don't you forget it," he growled, with an uneasy glance in Mike's direction.
Mike might have the biggest cock in class, but he wasn't the only one seeing action. Even the most bashful and studious girl was putting out today. Elsie Evans had tucked her rimless glasses away in her purse, stripped naked, and was riding Mark Nolan's pistoning cock.
Mark wasn't shy anymore around girls, Jean noted. The blond guy was on his back, grinning broadly, as Elsie crouched over him and took the repeated deep thrusts of his stiff prick. True to his promise to Jean, he'd kept his grades up, but he'd obviously been doing something besides studying. Jean was glad for him. With her help, he'd become a more well-rounded guy.
But she couldn't concentrate on Mark and Elsie or on anybody else when Mike was fucking his huge rock-hard boner in her juicy little cunt. He was gradually fucking her faster, and she was ready for it now, lustily jerking her hips to his rhythm. Each deep thrust of that enormous prick was ecstasy to her.
"Ohhhhhh, yeah, Mike, fuck me," she moaned. "That big cock feels so great, honey."
Glancing around her, she saw that several girls were eager to take her place. Even though they were with other partners, they kept glancing hungrily at Mike's enormous prick as it pistoned in and out of Jean's juicy pussy. She hoped that Mike was in top shape, because he had his work cut out for him. Girls were going to line up to try out his giant cock.
Right now, though, that big prick was all hers. She gurgled and squealed with delight as it fucked her cunt and crammed every inch of that greedily clinging tunnel. As Mike's excitement mounted, he fucked her faster, his belly slapping her ass, and the impact made her body shudder.
"Oooooo, yeah, pound it to me, honey," she groaned. "Give it to me hard now, Mike -- get me off!"
Mike groaned hoarsely, letting her know that he was about to get both of them off. His hot sweaty hands grasped her hips firmly, and he began hammering his huge cock into her. Jean had to grip the sides of the desk to keep from being fucked right off the other side. Her cunt had never felt so fully crammed.
"Unnnnhhhh, that's it, fuck hard!" she howled.
She caught a glimpse of Wylie, who was having his cock sucked by Melanie. He was lounging casually in his chair, super-cool as always. But when he caught Jean's eyes, she saw a hint of concern. He was no doubt wondering if she'd ever want to fuck him again after she'd enjoyed the basketball player's colossal cock.
The answer was yes. Jean wanted to fuck Wylie, Mike, Mark, Vince, Terry, Eddie, and any other cute guy she could seduce. She had so much lost time to make up for, so much bottled-up lust to relieve, that she needed all the lovers she could get. She gave Wylie a deliberately enticing look, and he grinned.
Having set his mind at ease, she proceeded to come. Mike was fucking his giant cock into her very hard now, shaking her body and reaming out her creaming cunt. She felt a violent orgasm exploding out from the depths of her cunt. She soaked his prick with her come-juice.
"Unnnhhhh, Mike, that's it, I'm coming!" she wailed.
"Awwwwww, fuck, awwwwww!" he roared. Jean whimpered in ecstasy as he filled her cunt again and again with his thick steaming jism. She'd never known a boy to come so heavily or for so long. It was like he'd been saving up his orgasms for a special occasion. The thick hot jism overflowed her cunt and flooded down her legs.
At last he staggered backwards and flopped into the nearest seat. "Oh, wow!" he panted.
"Oh, shit!"
"The feeling is mutual, Mike," Jean laughed as she collapsed face down on the desk.
Her cunt felt pleasantly raked and bruised by his incredible cock, and she just wanted to lie there for a moment or two and enjoy the delicious aftershocks of her climax. As she rested, she glanced around the room to see what everybody else was up to. Nobody was left out of the action, that was for sure.
"Ooooo, Eddie, honey, whahhhhh!" Kendra wailed as her umpteenth climax ripped through her curvy little body.
This time Eddie came with her, finally fucked out. "Take my come, baby, aaaagggghhhh!" he yelled.
Jean shivered lustily as she watched the howling young couple enjoying their hot mutual release. At last Eddie rolled off Kendra and onto his back, his face flushed and blissful. But Kendra didn't rest. She went right into a crouch beside her steady boyfriend, dipped her head down low, and started giving him a blow-job.
"Jesus, yeah," Eddie moaned.
Jean chuckled at the two perpetually horny teenagers, then looked around again. Mark and Elsie were fucking doggy-style now. The two class intellectuals seemed determined to try out every position they could think of. Looking farther back in the room, Jean was just in time to see Wylie groaning and filling Melanie's sucking mouth with his steaming jizz.
"Eat it, baby, awwwwww!" he groaned.
Jean's mouth watered. She could go for a little cock cream, herself. She studied the room to see who was available. She noticed Darcy, a cute redhead, just raising her crotch from Chris' face with a contented look. Chris' face was smeared with her thick pearly cunt cream. He had a hard-on, but Darcy ignored it as she flopped into a seat to rest.
"Chris, honey, come here," Jean purred.
Chris bounded eagerly over to the desk. "Yes, Miss Walker?" he panted. "Can we get it on? I'll do anything you want."
"Your assignment will be very easy, Chris," she grinned. "I just want to suck your cock. Stand right here."
"Oh, fantastic!" he cried.
In a crouch on her desk, Jean had the boy stand in front of her. His stiffly wagging cock grazed her lips, and she stuck out her tongue and licked up all the sticky cock cream he left there. She lashed her greedy tongue around his cock, up and down the blue-veined cockshaft, leaving the whole thing gleaming with her hot spit.
"Jesus, yeah," Chris groaned.
He felt like a star. There he was, in front of the whole class, having Miss Walker go down on him. She was tonguing his prick like it was candy. She was gobbling his cock cream, whipping her hot little tongue all over his prickmeat. He could see most of the guys in the room watching him enviously.
Then it got even better. Miss Walker caught the tip of his cock between her hot juicy lips and sucked most of his stiff boner into her mouth. Chris yelped with delight as his cock was sheathed in her steamy, juicy mouth. Drawing in her cheeks, she started sucking noisily and greedily on his prick.
"Awwwwww, shit, yeah," he groaned. "Suck my cock, teacher."
That hoarse demand got everybody's attention. For a moment, at least, the guys paused in their fun and watched their beautiful teacher sucking Chris off. She was crouched on top of her desk, her big full tits just grazing the desk top. Her dark hair was flying as her head bobbed, and she was moaning greedily as she sucked up the boy's tasty cock cream.
"Ummmmm, uuummmmm!" she moaned. "Oh, shit!" Wylie groaned. "I gotta get in on this." He jumped up and hurried to the front of the classroom.
Out of the corners of her eyes, Jean saw him coming. His face was flushed and excited, and his cock was stiff as a board. His prick wagged lewdly before him, and Jean couldn't take her eyes off it. She wished she could suck two cocks at the same time.
"Hey, Chris, you don't mind sharing her, do you?" Wylie asked.
"Oh, uh, heck, no," Chris said.
Like most of the guys in school, he knew that arguing with Wylie could be hazardous to one's health. Anyhow, he saw that sharing the teacher wasn't going to interfere with his fun. Wylie hopped up on the desk and knelt behind Miss Walker. She went right on sucking Chris' cock.
"Unnnnnhhhhhhh!" she gasped.
Jean creamed hugely as she felt Wylie fucking his stiff cock into her cunt from behind. That completed her ecstasy. She adored sucking Chris' creaming boner and gobbling his prick juice. All she'd needed was another stiff cock, in her cunt, and now she was getting it. Wylie quickly and greedily fucked into her all the way.
"Awwwwww, yeah, teacher," he moaned. "Your pussy's as hot as ever."
He began fucking her fast and hard, making her body shake and her heavy tits swing back and forth. Jean grasped the edges of the desk to stay in place. His hard-pounding cock brought her lust to fever pitch, and she sucked ravenously and noisily on Chris' throbbing boner. It didn't bother her that every guy in the class was watching. She got off on that.
The beautiful spinster schoolteacher really was the center of attention as she knelt on top of her desk and took on two students at the same time. The class watched breathlessly as she sucked Chris' cock and took Wylie's fucking boner in her hot little cum.
Then everybody jumped as the classroom door flew open.
Mr. Martin, the principal, strode into the room, skidded to a halt, and turned white. "Oh, my God!" he gasped.
Vince quickly slipped behind him, closed the door, and locked it. Everybody knew the principal wouldn't be allowed to leave the room till he'd come around to their way of thinking. Otherwise Miss Walker's teaching career would be over, and thirty guys would be expelled.
"My God!" Mr. Martin repeated in a hoarse voice. "I-I got a complaint that there was too much noise from this room. I had no idea..."
He broke off, too shocked to continue. Middle-aged, burly, and balding, he was the picture of dignity and outrage. Of course, they couldn't blame him for being shocked. All around him were naked people, getting it on in every way imaginable.
Slowly he surveyed the room, and finally his eyes locked on Miss Walker. He swallowed hard. The gorgeous naked teacher still had Chris' cock in her mouth, and Wylie had his prick fucked to the balls in her cunt. She couldn't very well claim that she was giving a history lesson.
Mr. Martin finally recovered his wits and his voice. "Miss Walker!" he thundered. "What's the meaning of this?"
Jean drew back, letting Chris' stiff cock slurp from her lips. "Grab him," she snapped.
Vince and a few other boys seized the principal and held him. The class looked expectantly at their teacher. Jean thought the situation over quickly, and a wicked grin spread over her face.
"Why don't some of you girls take Mr. Martin's clothes off, so he'll feel more at home?" she suggested.
"Hey, great idea, teacher," Melanie giggled. She was joined by more giggling girls, and they converged on the principal and began stripping him. Jean thought his eyes would pop.
"Why, this is an outrage," he spluttered. "You'll all be expelled for this. Stop this at once!"
Nobody paid attention to his protests. The girls went on giggling and removing all his clothes -- the three-piece suit, the shirt, the tie, the shoes and the socks. There were whistles when they got him down to his boxer shorts. Mr. Martin turned purple when Melanie grabbed his shorts and started pulling them down.
"Stop!" he gasped. "You can't do this to me. I'm the principal, for chrissake."
"Now, Mr. Martin, don't swear," Melanie cooed.
Now the sputtering principal was naked, and Jean assessed the situation.
"It looks like Mr. Martin needs a blow-job," she suggested.
"Yeah, I think you're right, Miss Walker," Melanie said. "Okay, girls, who gives the best head?"
"Kendra," Eddie admitted. "She's fantastic. I don't usually let her make it with other guys, but I think we gotta make an exception here. How about it, baby?"
Kendra was grinning wickedly. "Yeah, I think I can handle this," she said.
The other guys cheered her on as she approached the red-faced principal. Everybody was hoping she could do the job and save them from punishment. If she got Martin turned on, if she got him to join the fun, everything would be okay. While the boys held him, she went to her knees in front of him.
"Go for it, Kendra," Jean said encouragingly. "I know you can do it."
She and Kendra grinned at each other, remembering the delicious fun they'd had eating each other's pussy. Jean had good reason to know that the girl had the best tongue around. Then Kendra got down to business. She picked up the principal's cock and started pumping it, leaning so close that her hot breath tickled his cockmeat.
"Young lady, you're going to be very sorry if you don't stop this outrageous behavior!" Martin barked. "All of you are going to ohhhhhh, Jesus!"
His lecture changed to a groan of helpless excitement as Kendra suddenly sucked his whole prick into her hot steamy mouth. His eyes rolled crazily, then closed in bliss, as she started giving him an expert blow-job. It was pretty easy to tell that he'd never had his cock, sucked before.
In a matter of seconds he was going out of his mind with lust.
"Uhhhhhh, Jesus," he groaned. "Ohhhh, shit, ahhhhhh!"
"Good work, Kendra," Jean said with a fiendish grin. "You just keep Mr. Martin entertained, and the rest of us will go on with our party."
The boys let go of the principal. He wasn't going to try to escape now. He slumped back against the wall, his face contorted with bliss, and let Kendra go on noisily sucking his cock. Jean relaxed. She stuffed Chris' cock back into her mouth and started sucking on it, and Wylie went back to fucking her.
"Brilliant idea, teacher," he chuckled; "You really are something else."
Jean couldn't answer him with her mouth full of cock. She greedily sucked on the tasty cock cream from Chris' piss hole and gobbled it, and she creamed steadily and helplessly as Wylie's rock-hard boner reamed her cunt. Luckily, she was positioned so she could go on watching Kendra and the principal. She didn't want to miss a second of that.
"Unnnhhh, Jesus, yesss," Martin gurgled. "Suck my cock, honey, don't stop."
He had his eyes screwed shut, and his normally stern and dignified face was contorted with pleasure. He was beet-red with horniness, and he yelped and groaned with each hot suck from Kendra's expert mouth. By now he'd probably forgotten why he'd come to the room. He'd probably forgotten his own name.
Eddie stood close by, watching his girl with a mixture of pride and jealousy. It was clear that Kendra was saving the day for everybody with that fantastic blow-job she was giving the principal, and Eddie felt very proud about that. On the other hand, he'd never shared her with another male before, and that bothered him.
Melanie read them like a book. The pretty blonde walked over without a word, dropped to her knees in front of him, and crammed his cock into her mouth. Eddie gasped with pleasure and got flushed all over. He collapsed into the seat behind him with a blissful expression on his face, and Melanie noisily proceeded to suck his cock.
"Shit, yeah," he groaned. "That feels fantastic, Melanie."
There was so much action, Jean didn't know where to look, but in a few seconds it didn't matter. She was hovering on the verge of a gigantic orgasm, arid she couldn't think about anything else. She closed her eyes and felt the delicious explosion being triggered by Wylie's deep-fucking cock.
"Unnnhhhh, uuummmmm!" she groaned. Wylie felt her cunt squeezing his prick almost flat. "Oh, shit, I'm coming now!" he yelled.
In her hot cockmeat Jean sucked like crazy on Chris' cock.
"Eat it, teacher, gggghhhhh!"
Now Jean was taking sizzling loads of come in her mouth and cunt. She loved it. She gobbled up Chris' jism as fast as he pumped it into her mouth, and she shivered in ecstasy as Wylie flooded her cunt with his boiling come-load. For long delicious moments, she wasn't conscious of anything else.
Then, as she was coming down from her climax, she heard the principal bellowing like a bull moose.
"Eat it, baby, eat my come!" he roared. "Awwwwwww, fuck, aaaagggghhhhh!"
That got everybody's attention, and the whole class watched as Martin exploded his come-load helplessly into Kendra's skillfully sucking mouth. Her cheeks bulged with his jism, and it squirted from the corners of her lips. She gulped blast after blast of his come before he finally slumped back against the wall and sank to a sitting position.
"Holy shit," he breathed.
Everybody cheered and applauded. Jean and her partners rolled apart, and she got off the desk and went over to stand in front of the red faced panting principal.
"Well, Mr. Martin," she smiled, "are you going to report us?"
He grinned sheepishly. "Under the circumstances, it doesn't look like I can report anything, Miss Walker."
"Good," she purred. "I'm so glad you feel that way. Now please join our party. Just name what you want, and you've got it."
His eyes left hers and traveled slowly down her magnificent curvy body, over her huge thrusting tits and flat belly and lush dark cunt bush. He ogled the juicy pink flesh of her pussy, and he licked his lips. His cock lurched into stiffness.
"I'd like to have you, Miss Walker," he said hoarsely.
"Mmmmmm, good, just what I was thinking," she grinned. "Come on over to my desk."
Again the guys stopped whatever they were doing and watched. They were dying to know just how their teacher would handle the principal. Miss Walker had him get up on the desk and lie on his back. His fat cock stood up rigid, swollen and drooling. Then the pretty teacher straddled him, positioning the creamy gash of her cunt right over the thick purple head of his prick.
"Go ahead, Mr. Martin," she purred. "Stick it in me."
With a lusty growl, Martin grabbed her by the waist and crammed his cock hard into her juice-slick pussy.
"Ooooooo, yesssss!" Jean howled. That set the students off. Another round of fucking and sucking began, with everybody changing partners this time. Even Eddie and Kendra let go of each other long enough to make it with somebody else. Kendra dropped into the doggy position and let shy Mark fuck her from behind, while Eddie treated the studious Elsie to one of his jackhammer fucks.
So many exciting things were happening all over the room that Jean didn't know where to look. But soon it didn't matter, because all she cared about was the stiff deep pounding she was getting from Martin's big cock. Every deep fuck-thrust was ecstasy to the pretty sex-starved teacher.
"Oh, yeah, fuck it to me, Mr. Martin," she moaned.
"Call me David," he panted.
"Okay, David, fuck the living shit out of me," she said. "And call me Jean."
David Martin wasn't married, she recalled, and he was turning out to be a fantastic fuck, now that he'd dropped all his inhibitions. There might be a future for her with this man. But she knew that neither of them was in a hurry to settle down with just one sex partner. There was the whole class to go through first. She was thinking about those cute students even as Martin's fucking cock brought her off.
"Oooooo, shit, David -- you're making me come!" she howled.
"And I'm not finished with you yet," he whispered.
Nobody was anywhere near finished. The fuck-party was just beginning. To Jean, her first nervous day of public school teaching seemed centuries ago. She'd become a completely different person since then, and a much happier person. There was no going back to her old man-hating ways.
"Fuck me some more, David," she gurgled. She didn't ever want the fucking to stop.
