There is nothing wrong in nudity, providing the individuals who decide to parade in the buff use common sense and sound judgment. Meaning, of course, that they confine their penchant for parading in the buff to the proper places.
However, when a shapely school-teacher decides she loves to run around in the nude- especially when she is around her young male students-that can be dangerous.
Igniting the lust within her virile young charges, the school-teacher we have in mind, discovered-much to her chagrin that the "glorious freedom" of the state of nudity- can mean quite another thing to her hot-blooded, young stud students.
Our teacher soon wanted the young boys she turned-on with to strip too-so she could observe them in the nude. Once they became infatuated with the idea of having sex with her-there was no stopping them. Soon, she was not only involved with one student, but two-deciding it was far more fun to have two men-at the same time, than just one.
Even the Principal was not immune to her sexual magnetism. For he became involved in a sexual encounter with her, wherein she daringly introduced him to bizarre forms of sexual satisfaction. When he'd finished having sex with her, she was confident she'd be able to continue her wanton sexual conduct around the school-house, which was her way of "getting kicks".
However, there were other lovers of the young boys she seduced who were anything but kindly disposed to her infringing on what they felt was their "exclusive" sexual territory. The jealousy thus ignited, brought her to a tragic situation, which made her wish she'd kept her clothes on in the first place.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Alice had her own ideas about right and wrong. As far as she was concerned, it didn't hurt one bit to parade around in the buff. When she was home she was nude all the time.
However, when she went to work as a teacher she recognized she would have to keep her ideas of nude behavior to herself.
The very first day in the classroom Alice let the students know who was in charge.
"Students," she began, "let me introduce myself. I'm Alice Turner. I'm your new teacher. If you do as I tell you we won't have any problems. However, let me warn you from the start that if you think I am a soft mark you're mistaken."
The boys around the classroom began whispering. Alice could see she was turning them on and this bothered her. She had always turned men on with her shapely body, her blonde hair and those innocent blue eyes. However, she was all teacher and she wasn't going to put up with any funny business.
"What's all that chattering?" she snapped angrily.
"Sorry, teacher," one boy smiled at her.
"What's your name?" she demanded.
"Bill," he replied. "Pleased to meet you, Teach."
"You stay after school," she said tightly, "I want to see you."
Bill stayed after school all right and he surprised the teacher with his boldness.
"Do you want to see all of me?" he smiled confidently, "all nine inches?"
"What are you talking about?" Alice shrugged, "are you trying to proposition me?"
"Just thought you might be interested in a good cock to play with," he told her. "When you get bored looking over homework maybe you'd like to have something more interesting."
"I'm afraid you haven't learned your manners, young man," she said, "and as I said this morning, I believe in discipline."
Immediately Alice went to the front and back door of the classroom.
"Now you bend over my desk," she told him, "and pull down your pants and I'm gonna slap your bare bottom with a ruler."
"Sounds like fun," the boy smiled as he unfastened his belt.
She thought that he would only pull down his pants from behind so she could have access to slap his bare buttocks. However, he surprised her. He pulled down his pants completely and let them fall to the floor. Then she caught sight of his mammoth cock.
"How do you like that thing swinging between my legs?" he grinned.
"Bend over," Alice said as she held the ruler over his bare buttocks.
Bill bent over. The sting of the ruler didn't bother him. If anything it made his balls itch all the more and his cock get longer.
"That'll teach you," she snapped, "now I guess you'll know who's boss around here."
"I like it," he told her, "yes. That's real nice."
When his ass cheeks were red he turned around and gripping his cock grabbed the teacher's head.
"Go down on me and suck it," he said emphatically. "Give me a good blow job, too."
To her horror Alice was faced with her young pupil's penis.
"Long enough for you, isn't it?" Bill demanded.
Alice shook her head.
"You're demented," she said.
"I'm horny," he said, "can't you tell?"
"Unfortunately, yes," she replied.
The young boy drove his mammoth cock into her mouth. The teacher began sucking.
"That's it," he told her as he watched her cheeks pull in, "suck my prick. Suck it, baby. That's what I want you to do. Give me a good suck job."
Alice was sucking slowly at first. It was a new experience for her. She had heard of people who believed in bizarre sexual practices. However, she had never experienced any herself. Now she was learning.
"Suck it," he told her emphatically, "suck that big juicy prick of mine. Come on, sweetheart, suck. Suck that cock."
It was a wonderful experience for him. For he was discovering the teacher's innocence ignited him all the more. He liked to watch his balls bouncing on her chin as he rode her face.
"Eat my prick," he begged eagerly, "suck it for me. That's the way I want you to do it. Suck that cock. Suck it. Suck it off."
He was ramming hard now and she was enjoying it. The sweaty smell of his balls appealed to her. She liked the sight of his saliva-slickened cock as he stabbed her face.
"Eat me," he exclaimed as he exploded in her mouth. "Get all the juice. Suck it out. That's what I want you to do. Suck my cream."
It was a wild and wonderful experience for the boy as he unloaded his cum in the teacher's mouth. She gobbled greedily, hungrily sucking him off.
It was unique and exciting for him to get an older woman to go down on him. When Alice pulled off Bill's penis she got to her feet breathless.
"What have we done?" she demanded nervously.
"You just blew me, Teach," he smiled, "that's what. And I'm gonna eat your pussy, and fuck you in bed."
She looked at him and the intense desire in his eyes ignited the fire within her body that had never been ignited before. "' "I hate to admit it," Alice said nervously, "but you excite me. You don't know how much."
"I have a pretty good idea from the way you sucked on my prick," he told her. "You needed some sex, Teach."
"I was hungry for it," she said emphatically, "and your cock was like an oasis to me. I drank. I was thirsty."
"You almost drained my dick," he told her. "You wouldn't stop till it tickled."
"Oh, Bill," the teacher apologized, "I'm older than you. It isn't right. I shouldn't have let you force me."
"Let's get together tonight," the boy said eagerly, "don't worry about what anybody else thinks. You enjoy me, don't you?"
"Of course I do," she said, looking at him with her blue eyes radiant with delight.
"All right," she said, "I'll give you my address. But you mustn't tell anybody you're coming over to see me. Not your father, your mother, anybody. They would suspect even if you said homework, they would suspect."
"If my dad ever caught sight of you he would suspect," Bill admitted. "The old man might want to put the make on you, too."
She laughed momentarily as she wrote her address on a slip of paper and handed it to him.
"You turn me on, Bill," she said in a soft voice, "and I guess people can't help that, can they?"
"No, they can't," he admitted. "It's natural for me to get a charge out of you."
The teacher opened the doors just as the bell rang for the afternoon sports program to begin.
"I'll catch you later," Bill said huskily as he left her alone.
She hadn't been alone ten minutes when the teacher across the hall came over to visit her.
"Good afternoon, Miss Turner," the science professor began, "I want to give you a little tip."
"Certainly," Alice responded.
"I noticed you had your classroom doors closed with a student in the classroom," he observed. "That's bad news."
"I'm sorry, is it against a rule?"
"Against every rule," he explained. "Too many people have gotten involved in sex. It's a bad scene."
"I'm certain that would never happen to me," she told him, "I'm a big girl now. I think I can take care of myself."
"I hope so, Alice," he said. "My name is Frank. Frank Baker."
"Thank you, Mr. Baker," she said.
"Maybe we could have dinner tonight?" he asked her. "You're single, aren't you?"
"Yes, I am," she told him. "It might be fun."
They made arrangements to meet in the parking lot. Half an hour later when Mr. Baker met Miss Turner they both wondered where they would go.
"That's up to you," Alice said. "I may be liberated but I still like my men aggressive."
"I'm happy to hear that," he told her, "a lot of men have been de-balled by these female lib artists. I don't dig it."
"A man is a man and a woman is a woman," Miss Turner smiled, "and nothing can change that."
She followed him in her car to Melody Inn.
"Oh, what a nice place," she exclaimed as they walked in and a burning fireplace added a warm glow to the restaurant.
Immediately Frank ordered drinks. She had an idea that he might be a lush.
"Do you always have two cocktails before dinner?" she asked.
"Most always," he told her candidly.
"You have to be careful," she told him. "You can get to become an alcohol addict if you teach and drink. I've heard about a lot of teachers that get so bombed out they aren't any good."
Before dinner was over she knew what Frank wanted in no uncertain terms.
"I don't see any reason in beating around the bush," Frank said. "I might as well tell you right now that for my dessert tonight I'd like to eat you."
"How flattering, Frank," she said, "but I've got a lot of homework papers to correct. I'm sorry."
"Give them to the computer," he laughed, "or better yet, the circular file."
"What is the circular file?" she asked curiously.
"The waste basket," he chuckled. "Come over to my place. I want to give you a good time."
"Your offer is very tempting, Frank," the teacher said, "but I think tonight I'd better go to bed alone."
"You don't think it's evil or sinful or anything to fuck with a guy you're not married to, do you?"
"Certainly not," Alice replied quietly, "that is, if you're that type of woman."
"I take it you're not," he said angrily.
"Let's just say I pick my situations," she replied. "I believe in situational ethics. For example, Frank, if I felt like it, it would be all right. But tonight I don't know whether I feel like it or not."
Frank reached under the table and felt of her. As she saw the waiter coming near she warned him.
"Pull your hand up," she told him.
"Doesn't it feel good down there?" he asked.
"You're making me feel very strange," she told him honestly, "in a public place, Frank. That's awful."
"That's why we should be in a private place," he smiled slyly. "There's a motel just a block away."
At this point Frank gripped her hand and placed it on his cock. The moment she felt his huge shaft she knew that she desired him as much as he desired her.
"All right, Frank," she agreed, "if you want it so bad we can get together."
They went to the motel and suddenly the teacher went back to her old pattern of enjoying being in the nude. Having done some nude modeling she got a big charge out of having men ogle her body and get excited. The moment Frank caught sight of her bosoms as she let her bra fall to the floor his mouth watered.
"You are really beautiful," he said happily. "I would go ape slipping my dick between those big tits of yours."
"What a nice thing for you to say, Frank," she smiled as she reached down and toyed with the elastic waistband of her panties. That did it. Frank was so excited now his cock was dripping.
"Let me pull your panties off," he enthused. "I want to do the honors of the unveiling."
Tugging at the elastic waistband of her panties Frank finally pulled them off. When he caught his first glimpse of her fur-trimmed triangle he dropped to his knees and gripped her ass cheeks and pulled her to him.
"It's beautiful," he said, "oh, baby, what my tongue could do for you."
Frank's hot tongue slid into her vagina. She loved the feel of his tongue sliding back and forth.
"Oh, wow, Frank," she exclaimed, "you sure know how to get a girl excited."
There was no doubt about it. Frank knew how to excite his women.
"Oh, baby," she told him, "love me."
His hot tongue pumped into her pussy just enough to tease and tantalize her to where she was crazy for more.
"Eat me, Frank," she begged, "oh, baby, suck my pussy. That's what I want you to do. Eat my pussy."
Frank accommodated her. His hot tongue surged inside and he drove it like a penis.
"Suck me," she gasped. "Suck my pussy. Oh, baby, lick it."
With ever increasing cock excitement he let his tongue slip into her. She was amazed at what skill he could display. Moments later she was juicing. Pressing his lips tightly toward her vagina in a suction cup manner he finished eating her.
"I've never been loved like that before," she admitted.
"You've been going with the wrong men," he smiled.
Now flipping his cock up for her to look at he demanded, "I want you to suck this."
She pulled him by his penis and then he gave her a suggestion she didn't know whether she could go through with or not.
"I would like it if you'd lick my asshole," he said flatly.
Alice was startled. It bothered her that he had become so bold.
"Well," he said when she hesitated, "are you gonna eat my ass out or not?"
"Let me think it over," she paused.
"What's there to think over?" he demanded. "You're either gonna suck it or you're not going to."
She got the point. She knew what he wanted. Bending over farther she let her tongue lick at his testicles. His body vibrated.
"Hurry up and suck me," he begged her anxiously, "I want you to suck my balls and lick my ass and do it good."
Finally she went through with it. Her tongue flipped all around his testicles and then she stabbed it up his asshole.
"Eat my ass," he begged anxiously, "eat it. That's it, baby. Eat my asshole."
He enjoyed the fact that she knew how to give him a good jack-off job while she ate his behind.
"You don't linger too long on my butt," he complained finally, "I want you to suck on my balls, too."
Pulling her tongue from his buttocks she let herself in for a bit of unusual entertainment. Opening her mouth his balls slipped in smoothly.
"That's it," he smiled, "just play with them with your tongue."
She rolled her tongue around and he got hotter and hotter.
She was grasping his cock now feverishly. For she wanted to eat him but she was somehow afraid.
"Go ahead and put your mouth on it," he insisted.
Licking up his cock shaft she finally slid her mouth over the tip of his penis.
"Suck," he commanded.
She built up a frenzied suction on the head of his shaft. With excitement surging through his body he could stand it no longer. Reaching down he gripped her head and guided his cock down her throat.
"I'm gonna deep throat fuck you, baby," he panted as he pumped it to her.
She could see his big balls swelling as he fucked her face. She wondered if he would shoot her a big load. She didn't have long to wonder for suddenly his hot sperm spasmed in her mouth.
"Eat me," he commanded, "eat my cock load. Come on, baby, suck all the cream out of my prick."
She sucked hard and long. The penis juice tasted fantastic to her.
"Ohhh," he groaned in delight, "just like I like it. Oh, baby, now you're sucking."
She finished him off and then pulled off him.
After their affair was over she was glad. For she suddenly realized she preferred young boys.
The next day after school Bill chided her angrily.
"Where were you last night?"
"I had a date," she said. "Don't I have that right?"
"Sure, you do," he admitted candidly, "but don't forget me."
"Perhaps if you will call me tonight," she told him, "I could make some time available for you."
Bill was delighted that she finally could agree to seeing him. And he looked forward to that evening when he would get together with her.
CHAPTER TWO
Alice Turner gave a lot of thought to getting together with Bill. True she had enjoyed sex with him but it was equally true she was taking an enormous risk. Everything she had worked for through all of her teaching career could change suddenly. She was grimly aware of this fact when Bill phoned at seven o'clock. , "I'm just two blocks from here, Teach," he told her.
"That's nice," she said, "but I really think we should end it before we go further."
"That's too late," he told her, "because if you don't give me a good time I'll tell someone important that you wouldn't want me to."
"Are you threatening blackmail?" she demanded angrily.
"Who said anything about blackmail?" he chuckled. "I just don't think gossip like that is good for a teacher's reputation."
"I get your point," she told him. "All right, come over here if you want to."
About ten minutes later Bill wrapped on her door.
"Come on," Alice said nervously.
"You've got a nice place here," he smiled. "I guess you teachers really got it made."
"What you want is sex," she said in defiance, "and I'm not going to be blackmailed by you or anybody else."
"Oh, teacher, get off it," he laughed, "I never met a woman who I'm sure wanted it as bad as you do."
"You've got me figured all wrong," Alice insisted.
Paying no attention to what she had to say, Bill at first took off his sport coat. Then he sat down in a chair and began unfastening his shoes.
"Why are you undressing?" she demanded.
"Because I feel more comfortable without my clothes on around a sexy broad like you," he smiled knowingly.
"You might just as well put your clothes back on, Bill," she told him, "because it's not going to do you any good."
"Let's see," the young boy smiled as he went on stripping.
He took off his shirt and tossed it on the chair. Then he unfastened his belt and slid out of his pants. She could see the tight-fitting nylon shorts tracing the outline of his gigantic cock. And sure enough she wanted him. Going over to him she let her hand wander along the penis.
"Why don't you reach in and play with my banana?" he smiled.
Letting her hand slip inside his shorts she massaged his cock for him.
"That feels groovy," he told her, "now all you have to do is lick my nuts and suck my cock. You'll like it. The girls say I taste like sugar."
"Sugar is too expensive these days," she said huskily.
"But it tastes sweet and delicious," he egged her on.
Reaching down with the other hand she pulled off his shorts. When she got a good look at him fore and aft she was crazy over the idea of making out with him.
"Oh, Bill," she said eagerly, "let's go to the bedroom." Tugging on his cock she pulled him off to the bedroom.
"Oh, teacher," he said, "I want you to do it just right. Everything. You know, lick."
"I want to lick you all over, Bill," she told him. "I want to let my tongue swing between your ass cheeks. I'll even slip it up your ass crack if you want me too."
"Wow!" Bill exclaimed. "Are you an ass eater?"
"Among other things, yes," she replied.
The young boy got on the bed and spread his legs wide for the teacher. Reaching up she gripped his cock. She pulled on it in a milking motion a couple of times and then she buried her head between his thighs.
"You're the type of woman I like," he said emphatically, "you know what you can do to get me excited. Oh, sweetheart, lick me all around my crotch."
Her hot tongue licked along his testicles and then she let it slip between his ass crack. Suddenly the big tongue jabbed up his asshole.
"Eat my ass," he told her, "come on, suck my ass."
He was really excited now. Never before had anyone been around his most intimate parts.
"Suck it," he begged her, "suck ass, sweetheart!"
He raised his ass up for her and she did indeed suck on it. But she didn't neglect Bill's penis. She played with that, too. Pumping on it rhythmically she brought him around.
"You're driving me out of my mind," he told her emphatically, "oh, keep that up. That's the way to do it. Now you're doing it."
The sensational pleasure that she felt persisted until she knew she had to pull her tongue from his asshole and get to work on his cock head.
Letting her tongue slide up the undershaft of the young boy's penis she suddenly slipped her mouth over the cock.
"Oh, I love that," he panted, "suck that big juicy prick. You know how I like it. Suck the head of it. Oh, play with my nuts. That's it. Tickle my balls while you lick my cock off."
Bill tasted like candy to her. Some of his sperm was starting to shoot. Sure enough it did taste like sugar just like he told her it did. No wonder the young high school chicks loved to suck on his cock she concluded.
"Eat me," the young boy begged frantically as he reached down to guide the teacher's blonde head over his meaty cock.
"Oh, let me slip it down your throat," he exclaimed, "oh, yes, keep that up. Now you're doing it."
The teacher suddenly felt the hot splash of sperm slipping down her throat as the boy unloaded his gun in her mouth.
"I'm cumming," he exclaimed excitedly, "oh, yes, yes. I'm juicing. My sperm is splashing down your throat. Oh, wow!"
It was a fantastic moment for her. And as she slid off his cock she realized she had found a rare treasure. A repeater peter.
"What's wrong, Teach?" Bill asked as he observed how she looked at his penis.
"It remains hard as rock," she said in surprise.
"I know that," he said knowingly, "I always get at least two or three rounds before it'll go limp on me."
"I like a prick like that," she said.
"Maybe I can stick it up your asshole now," he suggested.
"Where do you get such bizarre ideas for sex?" the teacher asked in surprise.
"I know where it's at," the student told her, "and the ass is nice and tight. I'd like to slip it in you right now."
"I suppose you could, Bill," she admitted, "but I've never been ass fucked before."
"It's about time you were," he told her. "Listen to me and I'll teach you all about it."
It didn't take him long. He knew what he wanted to do.
"Have you got some body oil or Vaseline or whatever handy?" he asked her.
"I've got some oil that's slick," she nodded.
Getting off the bed she went to the bathroom and brought back the oil. She applied some to his penis.
"Oh, that feels nice when you pull on my dick with that slick oil on it," he told her. "Maybe you should give me a hand job."
"No way," Alice told Bill, "I want to feel that big prick of yours slipping up my ass. I want to see if you can get it up there."
"It'll be a tight squeeze," Bill admitted.
The teacher convenienced him every way she knew how. She got in the middle of the bed and bent over.
"Am I in the right position?"
"There are many positions to ass fuck," Bill informed her knowingly, "but you're in a good one. I'll mount you."
Saying that he gripped his slickened penis and placed it between her ass cheeks. With a hard driving jab he rode it up her asshole.
"Ouch, you're hurting me," Alice complained.
But it didn't take her long before she was enjoying it and Bill wasn't hurting her any more.
"Oh, fuck me," she begged eagerly, "fuck. That's the way to do it. Fuck it, baby."
The rhythm of the big cock slamming in and out of her asshole persisted.
She enjoyed his every cock stab. For he rode forward with variation of tempo. At first he would slip it to her in hard driving cock stabs and then he would slow his pace.
"Keep fucking me, baby," she begged him, "oh, yes. That's the way to do it. Ram it in all the way, sweetheart."
It made Bill happy that she enjoyed being ass fucked that much. He gripped her ass cheeks and squeezed them. That's all he could see of her, her firm round blonde ass cheeks as he stabbed his cock between them.
"Twist your tail for me," he suggested, "that's it. Don't be a dead ass. Swing it."
Grinding her hips around added to his pleasure.
"Fuck it, baby," he begged eagerly, "fuck. That's how you do it. Fuck, baby, fuck."
In and out his big cock rode. She was so stimulated now she felt herself starting to juice.
"I'm gonna play with your tits, too," he told her as he bent over and gripped her bosoms.
With his full hands he squeezed them.
"Oh, wow!" he groaned in delight. "Now you're fucking. That's the way I like it. Come on, baby, fuck me."
Every moment became more exciting as he drove to a climax.
Suddenly the big cock exploded. She squeezed his penis with her sphincter muscle, milking his shaft hungrily.
When he slowly withdrew and pulled out he looked at her with a delighted smile playing around his lips.
"Did I please you?"
"You sure did, tiger," she nodded.
They lay there like this for a moment or two and then Bill got an idea.
"How would you like to get together with my girl and me this weekend?"
"What on earth are you talking about?" the teacher asked him.
"I'd like to have you do it with my girl friend and me," he told her. "Haven't you ever been to an orgy, Teach?"
"Certainly not," she told him flatly. "I don't believe in such things."
"You would enjoy it," he insisted.
"Out of the question," she said emphatically. "Oh, baby," he told her, "why don't you play along with me."
"What would she think?" the teacher asked him bluntly, "to bring along your school teacher."
"She wouldn't care," he told her. "Come on, let's all ball."
"I've got a better idea," the teacher said. "Why don't you get another fellow?"
He threw his head back and laughed.
"You are a wild fucking nympho," he said emphatically.
"Maybe I am," she admitted candidly.
"I guess I could swing it," he said thoughtfully, "but I would have to tell my girl something."
"You can always think of something to tell her," she said with a sardonic smile.
"All right, damn it," he told her, "I'll bring Roger over."
"Is he a good stud?" the teacher asked her young student.
"He's got a super cock," he told her. "I know that from the chicks at school who ball with him. They really dig him."
"All right," she said pleasantly, "bring Roger over. We'll see what he can do."
It was getting late and Bill knew that he had to go. However, he looked forward to the Saturday night orgy. It wasn't difficult to get his friend Roger to agree to join them.
When Saturday night came Alice was prepared. She decided that it would be a nude party. When she answered the door she just peeked.
"That you, teacher?" Bill smiled.
"Yes," she said as she let the boys in.
The moment Roger got a load of Alice's naked body he flipped out. For Alice in her birthday suit was something to see. She had shaved her box for the occasion and this surprised Bill.
"What did you do to your pussy?" he asked in disbelief.
"I thought I would shave it," she told him. "Doesn't it look trim?"
"Looks delicious to me," his buddy Roger replied.
"Why don't we all go around in the nude?" the teacher suggested. "We can't hide anything that way."
"I've got about nine inches I'd like to hide," Roger said. "I don't know whether it'd be safe to run around here with that big thing hanging between my legs."
"Go ahead and let me see it," the teacher said, "I'm letting you see all of me."
She had given a convincing argument. And it didn't take much arm twisting to get Roger to start stripping. Not to be outdone, his buddy joined him. Soon Bill and Roger were completely nude. Neither boy could keep his cock from getting a hard-on. It was obvious that Bill was a little shy and embarrassed. But Roger was straight forward and proud of his big penis.
"Got a ruler handy?" he asked the teacher.
"Certainly, treasure," she said, "I know you want to measure."
She winked as she went to the kitchen to get the ruler out of a drawer.
When she returned with it she placed it on his cock and measured.
"This is only six and a half inches," she informed him flatly.
"I begin underneath at the base," he smiled as he took the ruler from her and placed it under his big hairy balls.
Sure enough his cock did register as a nine-incher from this position.
Bill didn't care to compare his penis size with Roger's. For he knew he was outdistanced.
"It isn't how long it is," Bill said flatly, "it's how strong it is."
"Why don't we go into the bedroom?" the teacher suggested with a wink in her eye, "and have a little sex education."
When they were in her bedroom and she had pulled back the bedspread, both boys reclined on the blue sheets.
"I hear you suck ass," Roger told her point blank.
"Sure, I do," she said, "would you like me to suck yours?"
"Very much," the young boy replied as he lay back and slid a pillow under his buttocks.
"I used to have a nice older woman who would rim me while I would jack off," he told her quite frankly.
"How nice," she smiled.
CHAPTER THREE
While Alice made over Roger, Bill sat on the edge of the bed stroking himself slowly.
"Give him a good ass suck, Teach," he smiled down at them.
Bending over the young boy the teacher brought her tongue right around his asshole. However, she figured it would be a smart thing to make him beg for it first. So she licked his buttocks slowly with a massaging movement. Then caressing down his ass crack she reached for his shaft and gently pumped it.
"Oh, teacher," the young boy panted, "you sure know how to lick ass. That's it. Slow and extra sexy, baby."
Finally the teacher's tongue stiffened and invaded his tight anal channel. He loved the sensation of her tongue riding up his rectum.
"Pull on my prick," he told her, "and suck ass. Oh, yes. That's the way, Miss Turner. Oh, suck me, please suck me."
It bothered Alice to have her young pupil call her Miss Turner. Pulling her tongue out of his asshole she gave him a tongue lashing.
"Please, call me Alice," she insisted. "You make it all sound so formal."
"All right, Alice," he told her, "lick my asshole. Is that too formal?"
"No," she said, unable to think of any other reply at that moment.
She went back to what she was doing. She slid her tongue swiftly up his asshole and he loved it. Gripping her head he guided her.
"Suck my ass," he begged her, "suck. Oh, teacher, way up there. That's the way to do it. Now you're doing it. I like it."
The fantastic pleasure that he experienced as the teacher's slippery stabbing tongue continued sliding in and out of his tight anal opening persisted until he felt his balls itch and tingle.
"Eat my ass," he begged her, "oh, wow! Keep it up. Stick it in there. That's it. Tongue fuck it."
She was doing her best to supply him with erotic thrills. He was tingling with excitement, about ready to burst at any moment.
"Eat my prick," he begged her, "suck my dick off."
Slipping her tongue quickly from his behind she licked up the underside of his cock shaft. Then letting her mouth slip over the head she sucked intensely. Roger loved the sensation she was giving him with her movements. Reaching down she fingered his asshole while she sucked his cock. His hands gripped her head and he guided her.
"Eat me," he exclaimed, "eat my juice. That's it. Come on, teacher, eat my juice."
His hard cock continued pumping into her pussy. And now he knew what a fantastic cock sucker she was. He could understand why his buddy got such a charge out of having her suck on him. The cock slit was starting to juice. As the thick goo shot into her mouth she sucked greedily.
"I'm cumming," he exclaimed. "Oh, teacher, I'm cumming."
It was really exciting for him as the hot white sperm shot into her mouth. She was becoming a woman who was crazy over sperm. And she sucked on Roger's cock so long it tingled and he had to tell her to stop.
"That's enough," he told her.
When she pulled off of him and rolled over, she looked at Bill who was sitting there with his hand on his penis.
"Bill," she said, "you should let me take care of that department for you."
As Bill lay back with his big cock sticking up, she decided it was time to mount him.
Straddling him she gripped his penis and guided it into herself.
As Bill felt the tight folds of her pussy clasping his cock he jabbed forward.
He was going out of his mind with delicious delight now.
"I want it," she exclaimed anxiously, "every fucking inch of it. Pound that cock into me."
"Let me get on top now," the young boy smiled as he started to roll over.
She clung to him as they rolled over so Bill could be in the aggressive position.
Once he was on top the teacher let him do his thing. He rammed it into her with vigor and delight. She reached down to grip his firm young ass cheeks and squeeze them.
"Now you're fucking," she exclaimed happily. "That's how you do it. Fuck me, baby. Keep it up. Oh, yes. I love that. Fuck me."
There was no doubt in his mind about what a fantastic fuck the teacher could give. For her pussy muscles clamped tightly around his cock as he viciously assaulted her.
"I really love screwing you," he said, looking into her blue eyes.
All the while that he was fucking her Roger was getting excited. Only Roger had other designs. He knew where he wanted to plunge his penis. Time and again he had tried to get his girl friend to let him stab it up her asshole. And every time he suggested it she said no-However, he figured that the teacher was such a wild screw she would let anybody do anything.
As he watched his buddy's flexing ass muscles as he rode the teacher's pussy, he realized how much pleasure Bill was obtaining from stabbing her pussy.
"Come on, tiger," he chuckled as he grabbed his own cock and jacked off in time to his buddy's fuck.
"How are we doing?" Bill winked as he turned to look at him.
"We're doin' okay, buddy," he told him. "I'm jerking my prick in time to your cock stabs up her pussy."
Bill smiled as he went back to playing with her.
"Why don't you brush your chest over my tits?" the teacher suggested. "You'd like that, I'm sure."
Leaning over he let the teacher's big bosoms crush on his chest.
"Ohhh, beautiful," he exclaimed, "that's just great. Oh, teacher, fuck."
Alice continued swinging her hips. And now he was so excited he was shaking.
"Oh, sweetheart," he told her, "you sure know how to make a guy's dong happy."
He couldn't take it any more for the milking motion of her clasping pussy brought him around. The hot sperm spurted into her. She squeezed it, delighted that she had brought him there. And she came herself.
"I'm cumming," she exclaimed frantically. "Oh, baby, I made it."
"I'm almost there, too," Roger chuckled. "You'd better pull your dick out of her pussy so I can stab it up her asshole."
"All right," Bill agreed as he reluctantly pulled his cock out of her.
"You'll need some lubrication," the teacher insisted.
"I'll get it from the cum in your pussy," he smiled.
Sure enough this was what Roger did. When Bill had pulled off he got on. He straddled her and slowly eased his erect male member into her vagina. He pushed it back and forth a couple of times so he could get the cum coating his cock. Then he pulled out.
"Now throw your legs over my shoulders, Teach," he said as he reached under her ass cheeks and held her in place.
Slowly she threw first one leg and then the other over the young boy's shoulders. Then he let his slippery cock, coated with Bill's juice and hers too, slide up her rectum. It moved in smoothly until it came to the tight anal ring. At this point the young boy realized he had to put plenty of force into his fuck if he was ever going to get it in. With a hard stab forward he drove into her.
"Fuck it!" he exclaimed as he rode up her tight rectum.
She ground her hips around and he went on driving up her.
"Fuck, baby," he told her, "that's it. Turn on with my prick. Oh, teacher, you're really beautiful. You've got an ass that I love to fuck. No wonder people are crazy about screwing you. You're good to fuck all over. That's it. Oh, you're nice and tight. Come on. Fuck, fuck it!"
It was amazing to him how much pleasure he could derive from fucking the teacher like this.
"Ohhh, ahhh, yes, yes. That's the way to do it. Fuck it."
He loved the way she swung her hips as he rode into her. She knew just how to clasp his cock and take it with her on a churning ass trip.
"Keep fucking," he told her.
His balls kept banging against her ass.
"Oh, now you're doing it," he told her.
"That's beautiful."
As he continued pumping his cock into her ass, it seemed as if his penis was being sucked up by her tight behind.
"Oh, keep fucking me," she begged, "that's it. Fuck. It's really tremendous screwing you."
At this point she wanted him to play with her breasts and she told him so.
"Why don't you feel of my tits?"
Reaching forward he began playing with her bosoms. He liked to pinch the nipples.
"Oh, now you're doing it," he told her, "come on, baby, fuck it."
Her hot gripping asshole continued clasping his cock.
"Don't swing so bad now," he told her, "because you'll go over."
She slowed the tempo of her ass moved forward.
"That's it!" he told her. "Oh, wow!"
Suddenly his cock exploded.
"Ohhhhh, I'm cumming," she told him, "oh, wow!"
Reaching down he fingered her pussy. Just then he buried the rest of his inches up her ass.
"Ohhh, I'm cumming, too," he told her. "Oh, baby, I'm blowing my mind. You really know how to fuck."
Once he had finished shooting he bent over as he pulled his penis out of her and let his tongue slip along her slit. He wanted to eat her. Reaching down Alice guided the head of the young boy.
"Eat my pussy," she panted as once more she locked her legs around his shoulders. "Oh, love, eat my hot, juicy snatch."
He was letting his tongue drive in vigorously now and she was getting more and more excited every second.
"Ohhhhhh, baby," she gasped as the young boy's pink tongue slid up her slit. It was amazing how he could wiggle his tongue and jab it up there. He could use his tongue as if it were a penis. Any moment now he would be driving forward in piston precision movements while the next he would lick and suck on her love button.
"Oh, baby," he told her, "you're beautiful. Oh, yes, yes."
The supercharged excitement that he felt now got him going.
"Oh, I'm gonna cum myself," he exclaimed as he pulled his tongue out of her a moment.
"Eat my pussy," she told him, "don't give me a running commentary."
His cock flipped about wildly as he jabbed back into her hole with his tongue. He nibbled at her clit and she gushed. Pressing his mouth tightly to form a suction cup over her twat he ate her.
When she finally let him go, young Bill wanted his kicks, too.
"I'm gonna try something different, Teach," he told her.
"Like what?" she asked curiously.
"How would it be if you threw your legs around my waist and I fucked you standing up. Like they do in the movies."
"You're not Marlon Brando," she smiled.
"But I can fuck," he said as he got to his feet and stood before a floor-length mirror with his big cock sticking out proudly.
It didn't take her long to get an idea of what he wanted.
Immediately he locked a leg over her waist. Then fitting himself into her pussy she locked her other leg around him.
"Oh, I've got an idea," Bill exclaimed as he saw them in this position. "I can stand up and fuck your asshole."
Before the mirror it made it doubly exciting.
Bill didn't have to worry about his cock being coated with lubrication. For it was still sticky with the cum of their last encounter.
Parting her ass cheeks while his buddy went on fucking her pussy he slowly rode it up her asshole. Now the two boys were giving her the kind of fucking she so desperately required.
Her body shivered with excitement as she felt two cocks slipping into her at the same time.
"Love me," she exclaimed anxiously, "oh, baby, now you're doing it. That's it. Fuck my ass, fuck my sweet pussy."
The teacher's body was on fire. The two cocks stabbed away at her in a similar rhythm.
"You're picking up my beat," Bill told Roger.
Roger winked as he went on jabbing his cock up her rectum at the same tempo his buddy was fucking her pussy.
The teacher brushed her bosoms across Bill's chest. It got his cock still harder.
"I sure enjoy screwing you," he told the teacher. "You're so damned uninhibited, ifs beautiful."
The teacher smiled. She loved the feel of Bill's hot hands on her ass cheeks as they were being fucked by Roger.
Suddenly Roger couldn't take it any longer. His penis exploded in her asshole.
"I'm cumming," he exclaimed excitedly, "oh, wow, I'm cumming!"
Roger was happy that he had gotten his gun off in her ass and his buddy felt the competition keenly. He wanted to get off first and he was disappointed. Ramming in with good hard force he brought his own gun off.
"Oh, I made it," he exclaimed, "I'm there."
Now the two boys were shooting in her. Having a double explosion was the type of sexual activity that really turned the teacher on.
First Roger pulled his penis out of her asshole and then she eased off Bill's cock.
"Billy boy," she smiled, "you sure gave me a good time today."
As the three of them lay on the bed she suggested something else.
"Why don't you both suck on my tits at the same time?"
Bill let his mouth slip over one nipple while Roger sucked on the other. Both boys eyed each other while they sucked. It was fun watching the erotic excitement in each other as they enjoyed her body together.
"Now each of you stick a finger in my pussy," she insisted.
Both boys fingered her. The teacher could never remember when she had more sexual excitement.
They played along like this for a little while until she glanced at the night stand where the clock told her it was time for them to leave.
CHAPTER FOUR
The next week Alice Turner got a big surprise. A boyfriend called she hadn't heard from in a long time.
"It's wonderful to hear your voice again, Neal," she told him, "are you still a swinging single?"
"No, I'm happily married," he told her, "and I'm living about sixty miles from here."
"Then you're in town on business?" she asked him.
"Yes, I have a little time to kill tonight," he told her. "How would you like dinner at my hotel with me, baby?"
"That sounds delightful," she told him, "what time, dear?"
"Seven o'clock," he suggested.
"Seven it is," she replied, "I'll meet you there."
She went to dinner with him and they had a marvelous time talking together. However, she couldn't resist the idea of having sex with him. He had brown hair, and soft blue eyes. There was something intriguing about this combination. But more than that he'd been a rugged football player in college and she never forgot seeing him charging across the field in all of his manly splendor. She had always wished she could bed down with him.
"Are you really happily married?" she asked him after a couple of drinks.
"Certainly I am," he told her.
"If you had a girl who would run around your room in the buff, would you want to ball her or would you leave her alone?"
"I told you, I'm happily married," he insisted. "I wouldn't touch her."
"Prove it," she smiled slyly.
"What do you mean?" he demanded.
"I mean, if what you're saying is true," she laughed. "I'd like to see you prove it to me."
"You're a devil," he told her.
"You just finding that out?" she laughed.
"I always knew you were quite a wild gal," he told her, "but you would like to tempt me. Well, I can prove to you I won't be tempted."
Neal took her up on her bargain.
They went up to his hotel room and the elevator boy looked at them suspiciously. She wondered if it was because she was a little tipsy from too much booze.
When they were in his room she immediately began undressing. She did a slow, tantalizing strip so she would turn Neal on. Neal was getting more and more excited. As he looked at her he couldn't help admire her.
"You are so beautiful," he told her flatly, "that any guy could go ape over you."
"But not Neal," she reminded him.
"I'm happily married," he insisted.
When she removed her bra and let her breasts fall out he felt his body tense. Then when she pulled off her panties displaying her shaved box, he knew where he wanted to place his tongue.
"Still don't feel tempted?" she laughed as she saw him shivering with sexual frenzy.
"Certainly not," he told her. "I told you I could take plenty and not get tempted."
"Let me see your cock," she suggested.
"What do you mean?" he said shyly.
"If you're not responding to me," she told him flatly, "pull out your cock and let me see."
"I'm not in the habit of pulling out my prick," he told her. "I'm not an exhibitionist."
"I never said you were, Neal," she told him, "but you've got to prove your point to me. I'm sorry, I just can't take it as fact until I see it with my very own eyes."
Neal was getting more disgusted than ever. Nevertheless, he unzipped his fly and fumbled around and pulled out his limp penis. It was all he could do to keep it limp that way.
"My, my," she smiled, "you certainly have a nice cock, but it isn't very long, is it?"
"That's because I don't have a hard-on," he said proudly. "You were trying to tempt me and it didn't work. When a man is happily married all he thinks of is his wife."
"Let me see your balls," she said immediately.
"Are you inferring I don't have balls because I don't want to fuck you?" Neal demanded, getting disgusted with her.
"I didn't say that, darling," she reminded him, "you did."
"All right, if you want to see it all," he said, reaching in and pulling out his balls.
"They're nice balls," she said, "and they're not small. It's amazing your cock can stay that small with your balls that big."
"Damn it," he told her, "you'll make me pull off all my clothes and fuck you yet. I won't be tempted. I'll show you. I'll take off everything. I'll let you see my asshole, if you want to. But I'm not gonna let you get me hard."
The challenge made her more excited than ever. For it was something that she could prove. She knew how many boys she had seduced, and she was doubly desirous of seducing this horny friend of hers.
He slowly did undress himself. And when she saw his firm round buttocks she knew what she could do there. Then she looked at his swinging balls and his cock starting to lengthen. Going over to him she gripped his pulsating shaft.
"That's not fair," he told her. "If you feel of a man's cock it'll come up by instinct."
"Not if he's dedicated enough to his wife," she insisted.
"Maybe you're right," he told her, "you could actually be right."
It was bugging her thinking about it. Perhaps she was all wrong.
"Oh, sweetheart," she smiled, "this cock needs milking. It's lengthening so quickly."
She pulled him by his penis over to the bed. It was difficult now for Neal to resist.
"There's nothing wrong with you stepping out now and then," she insisted. "Every man needs to play."
"But I want to be loyal to my wife," he insisted with determination.
"Where is that motto you men live by?" she chuckled. "You know, a stiff prick has no conscience. Now, baby, lie here quietly and let little old Alice do her thing."
Alice was happy when she had him on the bed.
"Let me give you a massage first," she suggested.
He lay on his stomach. Then she used some oil to massage his back. He loved the feeling of her hands rubbing up and down his spine. Next she massaged her bosoms. Letting her breasts brush across his buttocks made his balls tingle.
"You sure know a lot of things to do," he admitted candidly.
"I come prepared, sweetheart," she told him, "and I respect the sexual excitement that a man and woman can generate when they put their minds to it. Doesn't it feel good when my tits slide across your ass?"
"Yes," he admitted candidly, "keep it up."
She didn't stop. She was enjoying it and so was he. She continued crushing her bosoms down on his buttocks and then she let her hand wander between his ass crack. He loved it as she felt behind his balls.
"Oh, sweetheart," he told her, "that feels so good. You know just what to do."
Effectively using her tongue she started licking his smooth ass cheeks. She would play with his flexing ass muscles while her tongue would lick his behind.
"That feels funny," he said shyly, as he was unaccustomed to anyone being around his buttocks.
"Every man needs a good ass suck now and then," she told him as she went on licking at his buttocks.
Letting her tongue slip between his ass crack she suddenly rode her tongue up his asshole. He loved the sensation.
"Keep that up," he begged her, "oh, baby, that's what I like."
He was becoming more intensely excited every moment.
"Yes," he told her, "that is something. Oh, baby, now you're doing it."
The sensational pleasure that he was discovering now continued.
"Keep it up," he told her, "that's what I like. Oh, sweetheart, suck my asshole."
She was more than willing to accommodate his lusty request.
Parting his ass cheeks she observed that he arched up to make it convenient for her to slide it up his rectum.
"Oh, baby," he grunted in delight, "now you're doing it. Slide your tongue way up there. Faster. Oh, keep it up."
Her tongue stiffened and stabbed up his rectum. He was going out of his mind with pleasure as she tongue fucked his asshole.
At the same time she played with the back of his balls. It was amazing how much pleasure she could produce with this movement.
"Eat my ass," he begged anxiously, "oh, baby, suck on it. That's the way to do it. Eat my asshole."
She was getting more and more stimulated.
"Keep it up," he begged, "oh, baby, suck ass. Now you're doing it. That's the way I like it. Suck ass, sweetheart, suck."
The wild pleasure that surged through her body knew no bounds.
"Eat my ass," he begged her enthusiastically, "suck it. Suck it, baby. That's how you do it. Suck my asshole."
He was becoming more and more intensely excited. The hot tongue jabbed up his asshole and he knew that he had to have her get his gun off. He was all revved up and ready to go.
"Ohhh, Alice," Neal groaned in delight, "I never had my ass sucked before. I never knew it could feel so good to have a woman's tongue sliding up my ass. Ohhh, baby, play with my nuts. Tickle them. They itch. They're full of juice, baby. They've got to spill."
She knew he was telling the truth.
At this point she took care of him. He rolled over and grasping his cock he pushed into her mouth.
"I never could get my wife to suck me out," he complained. "Maybe you will do it for me."
"Yes, love," she said, "I never thought you'd ask. First let me worship your balls. That's where the seed of life springs from."
She nuzzled her nose up to his sweaty testicles and sniffed them. The aroma of his crotch was good to her.
"Oh, lick my nuts," Neal begged, "lick them, baby. Don't be bashful. Lick my balls."
Her hot tongue swept over his testicles. Then opening her mouth she took his balls in.
"Oh, yes, yes," he enthused, "that's what I like. Oh, baby, suck my nuts. Suck them."
She was sucking smoothly on his testicles. At the same time her hand was gripping his cock and pulling feverishly.
To add to his delight she let her index finger slip up his tight anal channel while she sucked on his nuts and pulled on his penis. He was getting three-way action. His ass was entertained with her finger, and his balls enjoyed her warm mouth. At the same time he liked getting his cock pulled on.
"Oh, honey," he told her, "give me a head job. Don't be bashful. Grab my cock and let me ram it down your throat. I want it real bad. I need it."
She was only too eager to supply him with the electrical thrills that he needed.
When she had finished sucking on his balls she began licking up to the top of his cock. She deliberately moved slowly. Letting her tongue lightly lash and lick, she teased and tantalized him until he was begging for her to suck on him.
"Oh, baby, put your mouth over it quick," he told her. "It's going to explode. Hurry up. I can't wait. Suck me."
She could hardly wait for the momentous moment when she would mouth him. For this was a triumph of sorts. He had said that he was loyal to his wife and she was proving he was loyal to himself. He was loyal to his own emotional needs.
"Ohhh," he groaned in delight, "now you're doing it. That's what I like. Oh, baby, suck that cock."
Suddenly she let her mouth slide over him. At this point he reached down and gripped her head and guided her forcefully.
"Eat it," he told her, "that's the way to do it, baby. Eat my prick."
The sight of her head bobbing up and down on the overall length of his shaft appealed to him.
"Yes, yes," he enthused as his muscles tensed and he pumped forward. "Suck me off. Eat my cum."
His body was in a state of sexual ecstasy now as he rhythmically fucked her face.
His big prick slid down her throat. She knew this was what he wanted. His balls were riding her chin as he rammed it as far as he could.
"Suck, baby, suck, that's how you do it. Suck it. Ohhh, baby, keep it up. Now you're doing it. Oh, don't stop for anything. Suck my big juicy prick. Suck it off. Ohhh, ahhh, yes, yes. Suck that cock off for me, baby, suck."
The big penis slid this way and that. He was starting to juice. He was sliding in his own sperm.
"Milk me," he begged her, "oh, suck all the cream out. That's what I want you to do, baby. Ohhh, yes, yes. Suck it off. Get the juice. Suck me, baby, suck. That's the way to do it. Suck, baby, suck!"
The erotic excitement continued as the hot cream erupted. He wasn't going to stop for anything now.
"Oh, my dick is exploding," he gasped, "oh, baby, eat it. Suck it. Milk it."
Creaming in her face appealed to him. He felt it was a form of male aggressive domination that was somehow lacking with his liberated wife. She was so liberated that momentarily he thought of her as a man. And this would turn him off and sometimes make him impotent. If he ever told her that, of course, she would zap him and not let him screw her for a week or two. So he had to keep his mouth shut and get second-rate satisfaction. But with this untamed female, she was more than happy to give him all of the thrills that her body could.
"Eat it," he gasped excitedly, "eat every drop of it, baby. It's my sperm. Eat my dick."
When she had finished giving him a good suck-off, she pulled off. But Neal's cock refused to go down.
"My, my," she said, "where's the happily married man who's so loyal to his wife?"
"No man could resist you," he said candidly.
"That's quite a compliment, Neal," she said, "how would you like to ride that big prick of yours up my asshole? Does your wife let you do that?"
"No way," he chuckled. "I've suggested it but she doesn't dig anything unusual."
"She's not really enjoying sex," she said flatly. "I'm willing to try anything. Baby, I'll just apply some of this oil to your cock and get it nice and slick. Then I'll bend over in the middle of the bed and let you stick it up there."
Neal was happy when he watched her applying the oil to his penis. As she pulled on it it felt good to him.
"Now you're doing it," he said as he observed her hand action. "You're getting a good rhythm. Keep that up."
She continued exciting him. He was so stimulated at this point he could hardly wait. "Now," he told her, "let me slide it to you, baby."
Immediately Alice got in the middle of the bed. She bent over so Neal could adjust his cock to her asshole. It didn't take him long to slip his cock between her ass crack. It was ready to roll. As the slippery penis plunged up her asshole she enjoyed the sensation.
"Fuck," he commanded, "fuck, baby, fuck. That's how you do it. Fuck it. Now you're doing it. Oh, baby, all the way. Keep it up. Yes, yes, keep that going."
The big penis was plunging rhythmically up her asshole now. She was swinging her hips back and forth. Grasping her ass cheeks so he could maintain his pace, he fucked forward savagely.
"Take it," he commanded, "take this, baby. Take every inch of it. Oh, baby, take those eight inches up your ass. Now you're fucking. That's it. Get the rhythm. Get the rhythm."
It was amazing to him how she could keep time to the tempo of his cock stabs.
"Fuck it," he commanded, "fuck, baby, fuck. Ohhh, ahhh, yes, yes. Now you're doing it. All the way. Oh, baby, give it to me. Keep it going. Fuck. Fuck it."
The sensational pleasure that was erupting in his cock was bringing him closer and closer to climax. His big balls slapped on her ass cheeks. The sound of his slippery balls hitting her behind pleased her.
"Grab it with your ass muscles," he told her. "Squeeze it. Oh, baby, do it. Now you're doing it. Swing your hips."
Turning her ass around she provided all the pleasure for him he could ask for.
"Ohhh, fuck me," he begged as he rammed straight forward.
The big cock was about to explode.
"Oh, baby," he groaned in delight, "now you're doing it. That's just like I like it. Keep it up. Ohhh, ahhh, yes, yes. Keep it up."
She was really turned on at this point.
"Ohhh, ahhh, yes, baby, yes. That's how you do it. Now, now."
Suddenly the big penis exploded. Gripping her ass muscles she squeezed him. He went on ramming forward, reaching around to grip her bosoms and play with them.
"Come on, tiger," she told him, "don't stop now. You can get more out of it. That's it. Keep fucking. Oh, baby, that's the way I like it. Fuck it. Fuck it, sweetheart."
The sensational pleasure persisted until he creamed some more.
Delightedly she used her sphincter muscle to milk all the juice out of his cock that she could.
When Neal had finished giving her a hard ass fuck he finally slid out. He lay down on the bed in amazement.
"I can't believe it," he said as he shook his head this way and that. "I haven't enjoyed sex this much in my life."
"I understand," Alice replied huskily as she enjoyed the feel of his arm slipping about her. "Most women are not uninhibited. They're full of hang-ups of every description."
"That's the fucking truth," he said disgustedly. "It takes a whore to really give a man a good time. That's pitiful. A wife should be willing to experiment."
"It doesn't work that way," she said. "And I'll tell you why. To engage in such intimate relations on a regular basis requires that people treat each other with a certain degree of decency. In most marriages it doesn't happen that way. So men like to cut out and get their kicks where they can. They don't have to see the chick every day, every day and every day. That's why it is easier for them to engage in all of these wild acts because they don't know they're screwing. All they really know is that they want to get their rocks off. And they want to get them off in a unique way."
"You know a lot about the psychology of sex, don't you?" he observed.
"I took quite a few courses in psychology when I was in college," she said, "and I've had quite a few experiences with men. That's why I understand."
"I bet those young kids at school get hot for you, don't they?" he asked her.
"Neal, could I tell you something awful about myself?"
"Maybe not," he told her. "All I can think of is good about you, baby. Maybe you shouldn't spoil the picture."
"Everybody has a skeleton to rattle in the closet," she said, "including me. All right, baby, I'll tell you. It just so happens that I like young boys."
"I don't believe it," he told her, "you can't be a molester."
"That's a nasty name," she said as tears came to her eyes.
"But if you play with young schoolboys," he told her, "you are a molester. That's bad."
"Why is it bad?" she demanded.
"I'll tell you why," he said angrily. "It's bad because you're not giving them a chance to find out what they want to do. Here you are indoctrinating them into bizarre sexual practices. I'm sure you would want to suck them off and teach them all sorts of bad things."
"Bad things?" she asked, looking him in the eye. "Didn't you enjoy getting your cock blown?"
CHAPTER FIVE
Alice was disturbed at Neal's hypocrisy. He could admit that he enjoyed getting his cock sucked off but he would deny that sixteen and seventeen-year-olds had a right to such entertainment. Apparently, she thought to herself, they were supposed to be satisfied with jack-off jobs. At least, she reasoned, if she had something to do with them she would make it a point to make sure she didn't get pregnant. More than that she knew she couldn't spread venereal disease. At least she was hopeful that she hadn't acquired one from one of her young student lovers.
The next day at school everything went well until one boy began making trouble shooting spit wads in all directions.
"What are you trying to prove, Albert?" she said angrily.
"Nothing," the boy mumbled.
"I'm afraid you'll have to stay after school today," she complained.
Right after school Albert showed up.
"I'm sorry," he told her, "I've got tennis practice to go to. Please let me go."
"Certainly not," she said emphatically, "I'm not going to reward you after what you did today."
"I wasn't that bad," he complained.
"You weren't that good either," she told him. "I expect a certain degree of discipline from all of you. You're not a baby."
"That's true," he admitted. "I'm a man in more ways than one."
She wondered if Albert was trying to seduce her.
"I think you need to be paddled," she told him flatly.
"Use the small one," he said nervously.
Going over to the teacher's cabinet she pulled out the largest paddle.
"Bend over my desk," she told him, "and pull down your pants. I will whip your bare behind."
As the paddle came stinging down on his bare bottom he winced in pain.
"What're you trying to prove?" he asked her.
"Nothing, love," she said as she went on paddling his bottom until it was red.
At that point she felt she had really disciplined him. However, Albert had discovered his balls were tingling with excitement as the teacher whacked his ass.
"You know, that felt good," he laughed.
"I'm sorry," she said and then he turned around.
He displayed a hard-on. Immediately Alice went to both the front and back classroom doors and locked them.
"What would someone think if they came in here and saw you standing there naked?"
"They would think I needed to get my rocks off," he told her.
Alice moved over to him. He was savagely hot for her body. It didn't make any difference to him what price he would have to pay for her pussy. He wanted it.
"Come over here, Teach," he said as he menacingly held his cock as if it were a gun.
"Ready, aim, fire, is that it?" she said. "You don't frighten me."
The young student smiled as he said, "This pistol's loaded." He continued grasping his cock and stroking himself.
"You're a bad boy to masturbate," she told him. "No doubt you go home and spread out those Playboy centerfolds and jerk off. It's the rage. But it's wrong."
"What is a kid my age supposed to do?" he demanded as he came ever closer.
When she was close enough he dropped his cock and pulled her tighter to him. Pulling her panties down with one hand, he grabbed his cock and inserted it into her pussy with the other.
"Just a couple of stabs," he told her, "and I'll get my rocks off."
"You've got a nerve," she said as she let her pussy muscles grip his sliding cock.
"You're enjoying it, aren't you?" the boy smiled up at the teacher.
"I hate to admit it, Albert," she said as her breath came short, "but I am enjoying it. You really know how to use that cock, don't you?"
"I should," he said emphatically, "I've fucked enough women."
"Oh, give it to me," the teacher begged, "I love it when you slam it home. Come on, sweetheart, fuck me. Give it to me."
No doubt about it, Albert was eager to give her all of the thrills he knew how. And as his big cock jabbed into her he tingled with excitement.
"Oh, wow!" he told her, "now you're really fuckin'. That's the way to do it. Come on, baby, fuck it."
He was ramming it to her good now.
"Fuck, baby," he exclaimed, "that's how you do it. Fuck it. Come on, sweetheart, fuck."
The big penis was about to explode. The teacher wanted to hold him on the brink. She loved this emotion so much she hated to ever have it stop.
"Ohhh, wow!" Albert gasped and grunted as his penis exploded.
Her pussy muscles gripped him tightly and she came, too.
"You came with me, didn't you?" the boy whispered hoarsely. "You wanted to get balled as bad as I wanted to jab it to you."
The teacher nodded mistily. Another young boy had taught her how exciting sex could be with a teenager.
When Albert slipped his cock out of her she moved away nervously.
"Oh, sweetheart," she said, "I understand your problem. But it's wrong."
"I want to have sex with you again," Albert said, "that was why I made trouble in class today. I've heard about you. You're a good screw. That's what Bill says about you, Teach."
"He told you that?" she said, pulling her panties up.
"Yes, and he told me plenty more," he said. "He said you like orgies. He said you like to get two cocks slamming in you at the same time. I'd like to fuck your asshole, too."
"Oh, Albert," she said as she sobbed into her hands, "what am I going to do?"
"Don't feel bad about it," the young boy said, not understanding why she was so uptight. "It's super that you're such a good fuck. A lot of chicks can't ball at all. You're tremendous at it, teacher."
"But that's it," she sobbed, "I'm a teacher. I'm nine years older than you are and I can be fired in a minute for this."
"That's dirty," the boy said as he zipped up his fly. "But you and me, what do we care about them? All we care about is what happens when we're between those sheets in bed."
"Do you really want to come over and have sex with me?" she asked. "I don't want to lure you into my den of iniquity or anything. But is it your desire, Albert?"
"You bet the fuck it is," he told her. "I want you to entertain me like you did Bill and Roger. I mean, they said you lick ass, too."
"I've done many things," the teacher said huskily, "things that I would be criticized for. But in my world, and in my way, I think they're right."
"Of course they're right," he told her. "Do you think you're the first ass sucker in the world?"
"No way," she replied honestly, "and I won't be the last. As long as pussy eating and cock sucking is enjoyed by people and as long as people like getting their ass sucked, it'll go on."
"You bet," he said, "and it's nothing to be ashamed of. That's what I tried to tell this chick that I've been going steady with. But she's awful. She won't let me do anything."
"You mean Violet that little girl that you're always groping under the desk?"
"Yes," he said, "Vi doesn't have any understanding of men at all."
"That's so sad," the teacher said. "You two could make a good team. I'm sorry that Vi won't give out."
"Don't worry about it none," he told her. "A guy with a good cock can always find a chick who wants to give him a good time. Like you. You're probably oversexed and you need more than one man to take care of you."
Oversexed seemed to burn in her mind as he said it. Was it a disease? Was something wrong with her mind? Oh, why was it that this burning within her loins was driving her to such lengths?
At this point she knew she had better snap out of her reverie and get both doors open.
She managed to do so and slipping out into the hall she saw the coast was clear as Albert left.
She was sorry she hadn't given him her phone number so he could contact her. But the next day she did.
"Could I bring Vi over?" he asked.
"Two is company, three's a crowd," she said disgustedly.
"I heard it another way," he chuckled. "Two is a drag but three is a ball."
"You certainly are orgy oriented," she said tightly, "and I don't want to teach you bad habits."
"But I want Vi to learn all the bad things to do," he said, "and you know how to do the bad things in a good way."
"I suppose I should be flattered by what you're telling me," she admitted, "but I'm not. Why should I hand my secrets away to a young girl who wouldn't appreciate it?"
"Vi would," Albert insisted. "I told her that you had given me a good fuck and you'd promised to suck my ass and eat my cock."
"You told Violet that?" the teacher said nervously.
"Sure," he told her, "and you don't have to worry about it."
"Why not?" she asked.
"Because I've got something on Vi," he said, "something big."
"Like what?" she asked him.
"Vi is an arsonist," he told her. "She's the one who set fire to the multi-purpose room last week."
"Oh, my God," she exclaimed nervously, "and you're gonna bring an arsonist over to my apartment. If she gets jealous she'll probably burn me out."
"You don't have to worry about her," he told her. "I always make sure she doesn't have matches when she goes places with me. Otherwise, she might get tempted."
"Violet sounds like the most convincing argument against smoking that I've ever heard of."
"Tell me that you'll play along with my idea," he asked.
"I don't like to," she admitted, "but maybe just because I am curious to find out what Violet finds so impossible about dick licking."
"You mean you can't understand how another woman wouldn't enjoy it, is that it?"
"Right on," she replied. "If a boy keeps himself nice and clean there isn't any reason why a girl shouldn't fondle his cock with her mouth."
"And swallow it," he chuckled.
"And swallow it," she agreed.
Saturday night came and the date with Violet and her lover was set.
"Vi," he smiled, "I want to introduce you to you-know-who."
"Miss Turner," she smiled, "I never knew that you were a nympho."
"I never knew it either," Alice replied coolly.
"Judging from what my lover-boy who's so faithful has told me," she said cattily, "you do everything."
Violet looked at her young lover. With jealous eyes she got the point across to Alice that it was not going to be an easy ordeal.
"I'm only trying to help you," she finally said tightly. "Do you mind?"
"How thoughtful of you to help in this way," Violet said. "I'm sure that lover-boy is delighted to learn lessons from teacher."
Alice felt like giving up.
"Violet," she said tightly, "if you'd like to forget it, I'm willing."
Shaking her head Violet looked at her with a frown.
"I wouldn't miss this for worlds," she told her. "I've even brought my camera. I thought I could take pictures of you licking his ass."
"Apparently he's told you everything," Alice said nervously as she helped herself to a shot of booze.
"Are you an alcoholic, too?" Vi asked her.
"No, I'm not," she replied.
"You seem to be drinking considerably," Violet said testily.
At this point the teacher decided she was going to give the little high school slut a run for her sex.
"You'll never hang on to your boyfriend," the teacher told her bluntly, "unless you learn to satisfy him. And nowadays that means doing everything. Throw over your inhibitions, honey, as I do when I have sex. Get on the bed."
Looking at Violet's boyfriend she knew what she was doing.
The young boy got on the bed. The teacher was disgusted that he didn't know enough to take off his clothes.
"We can't have sex with your clothes on," she told him.
"All right," he agreed, "I'll undress."
"And you have to, too," the teacher said, looking at Vi.
"How can I be sure you're not a lesbian?" Violet asked with a smug smile. "I would hate to give you kicks like that."
"Don't you worry," Alice told her, "I'm not inclined toward your body. Not in the least."
"I'm glad," Vi said as she started undressing.
Before long the three of them were totally nude.
"Now, baby," the teacher said, looking at her young student, "just get in the middle of the bed and spread your legs for me. Place a pillow under your ass so I'll have easy access to your privates."
The boy did as he was told. With his legs spread out on a pillow he looked like a tempting sight for the teacher to eat.
"This ought to be something to watch," Violet said. "I'm ready."
At this point the teacher slid her hands under the boy's buttocks.
"You're going to go through with it," she laughed.
Violet decided it was time to take a picture. However, when the teacher spied her reaching for a camera from her handbag, she knew she'd better now.
"I'll break your camera if you attempt to take a film of this," the teacher told her hotly.
"Sorry you caught me," Violet said as she put the film back in her handbag.
At this point the action was ready to begin. And the teacher was eager for the young girl to do her thing. For it was obvious to her that Violet wasn't going to just sit there. Vi slid a couple of fingers in her pussy and began playing with herself.
"I guess you get a kick out of this," she told her. "Go ahead and watch if you want to."
The teacher let her tongue slide along the student's ass crack. The young boy groaned and twisted in delight. He wanted his girl friend to watch and do what was being demonstrated.
"See how she does it, Vi," he exclaimed happily. "Her tongue rides right up my asshole."
Vi leaned over. She went on plunging her fingers in her mound enjoying the sight of the teacher's tongue sliding up her boyfriend's buttocks. However, she was grateful that it was the teacher's tongue and not hers.
"Suck ass," the boy told the teacher, "suck it. Come on, sweetheart, eat my ass out. That's it. Oh, teacher, suck me."
The teacher was pulling on his penis while she sucked his ass. However, she knew it was getting near time to pull her tongue from his behind and whip it around his cock head.
As her mouth slid up and down his cock he reached forward to grip her head and guide her.
"Now she's eating me," the boy smiled.
"You don't know if she'll swallow it or spit it out," Vi contributed testily.
"She digs sperm," the boy insisted, "and she's gonna eat me."
He went on ramming his cock head forcefully at her. It slid down her throat.
"Oh, suck it," he begged her, "suck my prick. Suck it off."
All at once his gun went off. The hot cream shot down the teacher's throat.
"Eat it," he told her, "suck it. Eat my seed. Ohhh, yes. That's the way. See, she's doing it."
It was a moment of triumph for Albert as his girl friend observed the teacher swallow his cum.
When Alice slid off his cock she looked at Vi in disdain.
"I'll bet you couldn't do it that good," she snapped.
"I don't give head jobs," Vi admitted. "I guess that's your department."
CHAPTER SIX
Alice couldn't take any more of Vi's cryptic comments. She told them both to get out. As she tried to get her sleep the rest of the night, she was tormented for it seemed as if sleep would never come. Finally she did get some troubled rest. However, all the time she was thinking about the fact Vi wanted to take pictures. The last thing she needed was blackmail. Perhaps the only thing for her to do was ask for a transfer.
The following Monday she went in to see the principal and suggest that she be placed in another school.
"But why would anyone want to leave our school?" the principal demanded.
"It's a nice place," she tried to salve his ego, "but perhaps I just don't fit in here."
"Are you having some troubles you haven't told me about?" he asked.
"Yes," she replied, "personal problems. Not connected with the school, of course. But something I'm not at liberty to talk about right now."
"If it's anything connected with your students," he said looking at her squarely, "I trust you will let me know."
"Of course I will," she said. "I've got nothing to hide."
As the principal looked at the young teacher, he realized she was hiding something. And it bothered him.
"I guess I'd better go now," she told him, "my free period is about up."
"All right, Miss Turner," he dismissed her.
She got to her feet and walked out the door. She hadn't gone ten feet before she met another student who wanted to get acquainted with her.
"I'm Eddy," he smiled, "my buddy Bill told me about you."
"Eddy, I've got to go to my class right now," she told him bluntly.
"You've got to give me a piece of ass," Eddy whispered. "I know what you are. You're a nympho."
She glared at him.
"How dare you talk to me like that?"
"Because I happen to know things," he explained.
"Eddy, perhaps you'd better talk to me after school today," she suggested evasively.
"I'll drop around, Teach," he told her. "Maybe you can paddle my bare ass and give me a hard-on, too." As he walked away Alice Turner was grateful that no one was near so they could hear. She hustled off to her class and carried on the rest of the day, becoming so nervous she had to take a couple of nerve pills to relax.
When three o'clock rolled around and the day was over, young Eddy kept his word. He showed up bright-eyed and bushy tailed.
"How are ya doin', Teach?" he grinned knowingly.
"Eddy," she told him, "what do you want from me?"
"A piece of ass," he said bluntly.
"You don't mince words, do you?"
"I tell it like it is," he said. "Why beat around the bush?"
Realizing she had no alternative she hastily gave Eddy her phone number.
"Call me tonight and I'll see what I can do for you," she told him. "But so help me, if you tell anybody that I gave you my number, I'll deny it."
"Of course you will," he chuckled, "you've got to spin a lot of lies to keep going as a teacher around here. 'Cause if the old principal knew, he'd fire your ass."
"Call me later, Eddy," she said. "School is no place to discuss such things."
Just as the teacher was about to leave the principal stepped in the door.
"I've been thinking about what you were telling me this morning," he said in a confidential tone, "and I believe you have something that you would like to tell me."
"I told you this morning my problem was a personal one," she insisted.
"Did you?" he said with a shrug. "I heard you but I don't believe you."
"Would I lie to you?" she stammered.
"That's precisely what I'm trying to find out, Miss Turner," he said evenly.
"If you'll excuse me," she apologized with a tinge of disgust, "I have an appointment I must get to."
"All right," he said, "but if you ever do want to confide anything in me, my door's always open."
"I appreciate that," she replied huskily, as her eyes grew misty. Here was someone who genuinely wanted to help her. Yet she didn't dare reveal what she was up to. For she knew how startled and how disgusted he would be.
That evening Eddy called her. "Hi, Eddy," she began with a smile in her voice, deciding to try to get in on his wave length so she could persuade him to leave her alone.
"When can I come over?" he asked right off the bat.
"Don't I have something to say about that?" the teacher asked the student.
"Why should you?" Eddy said. "You're playing favorites, Teach."
"Perhaps I like Bill," she told him.
"You like to get fucked," he told her. "You're not fooling me none. And I can do it just as good as he can."
"I appreciate that, Eddy," she said, "but I'm turning over a new leaf. It's all over between me and any students."
"That's what you think," he told her. "You'll be fired so fast your head would spin if I told what I know. I'll give you one more chance. And now I'm gonna come over and cool your wagon."
She paused for a moment as she tried to balance what would happen if she didn't do as Eddy told her to. Reluctantly she shrugged and told him, "Come over."
About an hour later Eddy showed up at her door.
"Who is it?" she asked nervously as she stamped out her cigarette and took another sip of her liquor.
"Your lover," he replied.
"Who's that?"
"I thought you'd have to ask," he chuckled, "'cause you've got a lot of lovers, Teach. It's Eddy. Your new lover. You're gonna hit it lucky tonight."
Realizing that if he talked any more he'd probably have everyone in the hall out checking to see who was coming to visit her. Hastily she opened the door and Eddy came in quickly.
"You're glad to see me, aren't you?"
"Of course I am," she assured him.
Eddy wasted no time about what he wanted.
"Cindy my girl won't let me fuck her ass," he smiled, "but I heard you like to get yours screwed. So I'm here to fuck your asshole."
"That's a nice thing to tell a girl when you first meet her," she said huskily, her eyes growing misty. "You make me feel like an old slut."
"You're not an old slut," he told her, "you're a new one. Nice and fresh."
"You little bastard," the teacher said as she lit another cigarette and looked away from him.
"Don't call names," he told her. "Just take off your clothes, nympho."
Once more that word nympho tormented her.
"I'm not a nympho," she insisted. "Sure, I enjoy getting fucked, but what normal woman doesn't?"
"But every normal woman doesn't want to fuck young kids," Eddy smiled knowingly.
"Can I help it if I enjoy having you kids?" she asked him candidly.
"Maybe I like a virile young cock, instead of some older tiger who doesn't know where it's at."
He smiled confidently. Unzipping his fly he decided to tantalize her with his penis.
"Please don't take that horrible thing out of your pants," she begged him.
"You want it," Eddy insisted, "I know you do."
Pulling his cock out he flashed it before her eyes invitingly.
"It gets longer," he told her. "If you play with it a minute or two it'll spring to life. Then you'll have something good to suck on first. You can get it all oily and nice so I can slip it up your tight asshole."
Moving toward the young boy the teacher extended her hand.
"It is nice, isn't it?" she asked in a quiet voice.
"You bet it is," he assured her, "real nice."
There was something magnetic that existed between Alice and the big penis. She stroked it gently, reaching under his balls to massage them with her hand.
"You want it, don't you?" he flashed her a triumphant smile. "Sweetheart, it's yours. Suck on me."
Alice couldn't help it. Dropping to her knees she pulled the young boy's thick cock to her mouth. Holding it in her hand she fondled him some more.
"I'm gonna make you drip right into my mouth," she said.
"I'm revved up," he admitted, "but I don't want you to suck me off. Please, let me fuck your ass. That's more fun."
Apparently she had discovered someone who liked back-door sex enormously. The teacher let her mouth slip back and forth across the head of his cock.
"Now you're doing it," he enthused, "that's the way I like it. Keep it up. Oh, yes, I like it."
She was really turned on now.
"Suck my cock off," he told her. "Oh, teacher, there's enough for a double header. Suck it off if you want my cum so bad."
Her mouth moved the length of his slippery shaft. She enjoyed seeing the saliva slickened cock. Pulling off almost she would then slide back to the base of his penis.
"That's the way I like it," he told her, "play with it. Oh, baby, now you're doing it. Just like that. Suck. Suck that big prick. Suck it. Oh, I want it. Suck that cock. Suck it off."
She was starting to taste the first sperm to erupt from his cock head. It tasted wonderful to her.
"Eat me," he exclaimed anxiously, "eat my juice. You are gonna enjoy it. It's thick and it's hot."
She knew he was telling the truth. Keeping her eyes open she could see his hairy young balls swelling.
"Suck the life out of me," he begged her, "suck my seed. Oh, yes. That's the way I love it. Oh, suck it. Come on, cock sucker, suck that cock off."
His hands gripped the teacher's head tightly as his ass muscles flexed while he rammed it down her throat and gunned his load.
"I'm cumming," he exclaimed happily, "oh, you got me there. Suck out the juice."
She was only to happy to finish him off. As the hot sperm flooded her mouth she swirled it around her teeth with her tongue. She wanted to absorb and remember his taste.
She sucked and swallowed him. She loved every moment of it. When Eddy pulled his cock out of her mouth it wasn't limp. It was erect.
"Now, Teach," he told her, "you get your ass in the bedroom. You're gonna really get fucked royal."
She could hardly wait to feel the young boy's cock stabbing up her rectum. She wondered how he would thrust it. She wondered if he would be gentle or savage in his cock stabs. She didn't have long to find out.
"First, let me put something on it," she told him. "I want to lubricate your cock."
"I'll put some spit on it," he told her. "That's enough. Get your ass on the bed."
The teacher once on the bed bent over. He mounted her. Spitting into his hand he applied his own spit to his cock. Then flipping his shaft between her ass crack he jabbed forward.
"Fuck me," Alice begged, "fuck me. Come on, baby, fuck me."
It turned Eddy on, making his balls tingle, to find his teacher that eager for sex.
"Oh, wow!" he gasped as he rode up her asshole. "You're tight and tremendous. Grab it. Milk it. Fuck it, teacher."
His balls were on fire as he slammed into her.
"Give it to me," he begged her, "oh, teacher, that's what I need. That's a groovy fuck. Keep it up. Oh, yes. Yes."
The sensational pleasure that he was discovering as she wiggled her ass for him persisted.
"I'm almost there," he panted as he pumped, "hang in."
To add to his pleasure she swung her hips around. Then she felt him juicing. As the hot white cream shot up her rectum she squeezed.
"Milk my dick," he begged her, "oh, teacher, now you're doing it. Just like I like it. Oh, beautiful, Teach."
She was happy that he'd become so intensely excited. She was determined to give him all of the thrills he sought.
"Oh, wow!" he gasped as he finished unloading. "You're too much."
Finally he pulled his cock out of her ass. He discovered it was much easier to pull it out than it was to shove in. For his penis was coated with his own cum.
As he flipped over and lay there he looked up at her.
"I never knew you could be so much fun to fuck," he admitted candidly.
"It just goes to show you, doesn't it, baby," she told him, "that you can't judge a book by its cover."
He was smiling at her and she was smiling at him. There was no doubt in her mind for a moment for she was happy she was doing what she was doing. Of course she recognized that if she was caught the price she'd have to pay would be tremendous. But at this point it didn't matter. All she knew was that she wanted to be fucked and fucked good.
As she looked at Eddy, he played with his penis.
"You really like that, don't you?" he smiled at the teacher.
"A lot," she told him.
It was now that she understood her own nature. Never before had she recognized what it would be like to have a whore mentality. She had heard stories about whores who really enjoyed their work. That was the kind of whore she would make. A very good one. Brushing such thoughts aside, the teacher looked at her student and asked him about his own love life.
"Let's just say I'm not real particular," he smiled.
"It's funny how you men aren't," she told him with an amused look forming on her face.
"It's very easy to figure out," the student said with wisdom for his age. "When a man gets an erection he's not worried about anything but getting his rocks off. That's the way nature has designed the male of the species."
"You put it bluntly, but honestly," the teacher told him, "you really have."
It made him happy to think that she was complimenting him.
"I've always tried not to be a hypocrite," he told her.
"I can see that," she nodded.
It was apparent to him that she was intensely sincere.
"I like you," he told her, "I really do. You're a good sport."
"Let's just say I'm oversexed," the teacher laughed.
Later when she was alone, Alice gave more thought to her future. She could envision her teaching career collapsing. But she wondered if she might start a new career with sex. How could she make a living doing what she enjoyed most? Most places it was illegal. She knew that. Nevada lured her. She recalled reading stories about girls who made it big out in Nevada. That's where she'd go. Why not? Yet, she'd spent so much time studying to be a teacher she hated to abandon all of her education for the sake of her lustful desires.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Alice Turner figured that the only way out of her dilemma was to go to a computer matchmaker service. She figured a big computer would know who was right for her. Once she had found that perfect computerized mate, she was confident that she wouldn't have any trouble getting turned on with her horny young boys at high school.
A rather peculiar-looking woman was in charge of the computer mating service. She had obviously red hair which had gone into a maroon shade with improper dying.
"I want to help you any way I can," she told the teacher. "What do you like in a man?"
"Honest and integrity first," Alice smiled innocently.
The woman introduced herself.
"I'm Marvel de Gaston," she said, "and you are the first woman who has been so honest. Either they come in here and say they want a guy with a tremendous bank roll or they're cock-crazy women who want nine-inch cocks, two inches thick."
"Do they get that blunt about it?" Alice asked in amazement.
"Honey, the garbage that goes through this place you wouldn't believe. I've often thought of getting another job. But it is so fascinating in its way, I stick with it."
"Tell me," Alice asked eagerly, "does anyone ever find their perfect soul mate?"
"I can't say that exactly," Marvel de Gaston replied, "but I can tell you this. We've put together some very interesting combinations."
"I'll just bet you have," she told Marvel. "What did you draw out of the computer?"
"Unfortunately," she admitted, "I drew a black guy with a long licorice stick. He's real nice but he isn't too crazy about supporting me. Actually, he expects me and this big damned computer to support him."
"Is it worth it?" Alice asked her bluntly.
"Yes, I'd have to say it is," Marvel replied. "He's a great lover. A real tiger in bed. Does everything."
"Does he perform cunnilingus?" Alice said in a most sophisticated educated manner.
"If you're speaking of pussy eating, yes," Marvel said. "It's silly using big words like that. I used to when I first started here. But I got tired of it. For example, one of the computer questions was if you like to have cunnilingus. I put down as 'Do you want to have your pussy eaten?' You'd be surprised how many women like that."
"No, I wouldn't," Alice replied, "I'm crazy about getting my pussy eaten myself. It's so much fun."
"Yes, it is, isn't it?" she said quickly.
It was obvious to her what the score was. She was determined to do her best to be a brave person and tell the computer all.
"Do you like to give blow jobs?" Marvel de Gaston continued.
"Yes, I do," she replied.
"Do you like the short, the long or the medium-size cocks?" Mrs. de Gaston pursued the line of computer questioning.
"Long," Alice replied.
"Have you developed a taste for sperm?" she went on.
"Yes," Alice replied.
"Do you use pussy-eating jellies when you ask a man to go down on you?"
"I'm not familiar with them," the teacher answered.
Just then Marvel broke up the line of questioning.
"I'm glad I brought that up," she said. "We carry a nice line of pussy jellies right here. You would be amazed how the men perform when they're licking strawberry pussy jelly out of your box."
The line of questioning continued.
"Do you shave your box?"
"Now and then," she replied.
"Do you like to shave your box yourself or have someone else shave it?"
"I prefer shaving my own," she said, "I might pick up the Slasher sometime."
"I read you," Marvel continued as she scratched her head and went on to the next question.
"Do you enjoy being ass fucked?"
"Is that the technical term?" the teacher asked the counselor.
"No, dear," she shook her head, "sodomy is what we should say. But that sounds so dreadful, we thought ass fucking sounded better."
"Yes," Alice admitted, "I enjoy getting my ass screwed now and then."
"Providing you answered yes to this question," she went on, "do you prefer KY, Vaseline or oil?"
"Oil," she replied.
"If you don't mind my making a suggestion," Marvel said, "we have a marvelous oil for ass fucking. It's the computer special."
"It seems that you're in business to sell your line of goods," Alice snapped indignantly. "I came here to find the perfect love mate."
"Don't kid me," Marvel de Gaston laughed. "You wanted a fuck mate with a bank roll."
"All right," she said, "I guess that's the truth of it."
"Admit it, dear," Marvel chuckled, "we girls are all the same. It's a shame I wound up with a big prick who has balls but no cash."
"You can't have everything," Alice told her flatly.
"No," Marvel admitted, "but you can't blame a girl for trying, can you?"
"Do you like to go to orgies?" Marvel de-Gaston went on.
"That depends," she said, "if it is two men and me, yes. If it's two women competing for a man's affection, absolutely no."
"Do you have a fear of your pussy becoming loose?" Marvel asked her.
At that she burst out laughing.
"With all the use, it'll never get loose," Alice laughed hysterically.
"You sound like a slut," Mrs. de Gaston told her frankly, "and we don't do business with tramps."
"I guess I've got a twisted sense of humor," she apologized.
"I guess so," Marvel acknowledged.
"Do you have a preference for white or black men?"
"I like them both," she replied.
"Do you consider yourself a good fuck?"
"That's a silly question," Alice replied acidly. "Naturally I consider myself a very good screw. If I didn't I wouldn't be putting myself in the fucking marketplace."
"I'll thank you not to call our computer operation a fucking marketplace."
"That's exactly what it is, Marvel," Alice insisted, "and you know it is. The girls come here and the men come here to make it appear that all they want is a friendly association. They want to get laid."
"That's true," Marvel said. "Next question. How many times have you been unfaithful to a lover that you were supposed to be loyal to?"
"I've never had to be loyal to anyone but myself," Alice answered.
"Have you ever given an armpit fuck?"
"A who?" Alice asked.
"It appears you're not a very sophisticated lover," Marvel went on. "Every woman who has been around knows how vital armpit fucking can be."
"I guess I haven't been around that much," she told her. "When I get some more mileage on my body sexually speaking then I will be able to tell you."
"Bitch!" Marvel snapped as she continued the questioning. "How would you have sex with an obese man?"
"In a chair, of course," she told her. "I have seen a few movies."
"Apparently the right ones," Marvel chuckled as she went on questioning her. "Have you ever had sex with a dog?"
"No," she replied.
"If you've answered no to the above question," Marvel went on, "would you kindly state why?"
"Because I've never fallen for any dog," she said.
"Too bad," Marvel told her honestly. "Fucking with Fido can be fantastic."
"I'll leave the dogs for you, Marvel," Alice smiled smugly. "What's the next question?"
"In ten words more or less could you say why you would be a good playmate?"
"That's easy," Alice smiled. "Number One, I have big breasts. Number Two, I have a tight pussy."
"That's a very good answer," Marvel assured her. "That's where it's at."
"I can cook, too," Alice smiled proudly.
"The men who come here applying for friendship are not interested in cooking," she laughed.
Marvel was figuring up the score to place it all in the computer.
Shoving it into the computer Alice observed various lights and dials flash on.
"It will be just a minute, dear," she told her, "and I will have it all ready for you."
Some ugly sounds came from the computer and Alice couldn't help wonder if it was something she had said.
"Is that my fault?" she asked.
"Not in the least," Marvel assured her. "It's overuse and too little oil."
"I'm glad to know that," she assured her.
Marvel thought it might be a good idea to offset the noisy computer with some rock music. She put on a record by Led Zeppelin.
"It's making me nervous to listen to that, Alice said, "would you just mind letting me suffer with only the sounds of the computer whirring?"
"Certainly not, my dear," she told her.
When the computer had finished spinning Marvel de Gaston pulled out the mate that had had been selected for the teacher.
"Here we have him, dear," she told her, "we have a gigolo for you. A man who charges. He has a big cock, likes to have a box shaved but doesn't insist on shaving it. Likes ass fucking, likes to eat pussy, believes in having his cock sucked."
"What's his name?" she asked.
"Jean Pierre Duval," she replied.
"He sounds like a Frenchman," she said.
"Didn't take much education to figure that out, did it?" Marvel said as she went through her files. "Jean Pierre requires a fee for his services."
"A fee?" she snapped indignantly, "I've never paid to get fucked yet."
"There's always a first time," Marvel smiled.
"How much?" Alice Turner asked Mrs. de Gaston.
"Fifty dollars by the hour," she told her, "and he will give you a bargain package deal of a hundred dollars for a night."
"Are you sure you don't get a cut out of his services?" Alice asked, beginning to see a strange pattern forming.
"Of course not," Mrs. de Gaston replied, "that would be kick-back. I don't believe in payola in this business."
"All right," Alice said, "I guess there's a first time for everything. Do you want to call him up or should I?"
"Jean Pierre has quite a tight schedule, my dear," she said. "It might be a good idea for me to make an appointment for you to meet him."
"All right, if you want to," she agreed.
Mrs. de Gaston left her alone for a moment and went into another room. She returned from her inner sanctuary to inform her that Jean Pierre would be available that night.
"Where do I go?" she asked.
"He prefers going to your place," she smiled, "and he likes our various devices and items I've recommended. I would suggest that you take a pussy jelly kit, along with the house lubricant for ass fucking."
"How thoughtful," she told her.
It burned up Alice to see how materialistic minded the whole computerized sex operation was. She hoped Jean Pierre would not prove to be a disappointment. From all of the wonderful things that Mrs. de Gaston had said about him, he should be fantastic.
"And now," Mrs. de Gaston told her, "counting your pussy jelly kit, the ass fucking oil and my time and the computer's time, the total fee is one hundred and fifty dollars."
"You charge enough, don't you?"
"It costs a lot to keep the computer running," she replied evasively.
"Apparently," she said as she wrote out a check for her.
"I don't like to take checks," Mrs. de Gaston said, "don't you have a hundred and fifty dollars cash on you?"
"I wouldn't walk across the street with that much cash on me," she said, "not these days."
"That's true," Marvel admitted as she took her identification.
"Good luck with Jean Pierre," she told her, "I'm sure that the two of you will be perfect soul mates."
"I'm not interested in his soul," Alice replied, "what interests me is that big pecker swinging between his legs."
"I figured as much," Mrs. de Gaston smirked as Alice turned and walked out abruptly.
CHAPTER EIGHT
When Jean Pierre showed up at Alice's apartment, she was happily surprised.
"You're not a bad-looking stud," she told him.
"I'm as well hung as I am good looking," he flashed her a knowing grin.
"I always like humble men," the teacher smirked.
"Baby," he told her, "you wanted a man who would fuck you. A man who wasn't afraid to use his tongue. Well, honey, I'm French all the way."
"Is that your real name?" she asked him.
"No, it isn't," he admitted, "but it sounds good, doesn't it?"
"Yes," she admitted.
Jean Pierre was wasting no time.
"We might as well start right off," he told her, "do you want the all-night trip or just an hour?"
"I think I need all night with you," she told him.
Jean Pierre made no bones about what he was interested in most.
"Let's see the color of your money," he told her. "I get paid for my services. Now that you women are liberated you can find out what it's like to pay."
"You have a testy attitude," Alice said as she went over to her purse and took out five twenty-dollar bills.
"Honey," he told her, "you women have had it too good for too long. You've been hustling your pussies and getting paid. I'm sorry, but I'm a skeptic about most marriages. I think they're nothing more than legalized whoredom. A scrap of paper."
"Apparently some chick has given you a tough time," Alice told him, "and you're full of negatives. Perhaps my body will be the panacea for your problem."
"Your money is what I'm interested in," he said as he counted the twenties. Then, glancing up, he asked her, "Of course, they are legit twenties."
"Really!" Alice snapped indignantly, "what kind of a slut do you think I am? Do you think I would pay for a fuck with phony twenties?"
"It's been done," he told her. "I've had it happen to me. As a matter of fact, a real nice girl last week paid me off with a phony hundred-dollar bill."
"At least she knew enough to mint them in large denominations," she laughed.
At this point Jean Pierre wanted something to drink.
"Of course, love," she told him, "what would you like?"
"I'm really a whiskey and sour man," he told her, "but if you don't have that I'll settle for a screwdriver."
"I'm afraid you'll have to settle for a screwdriver, honey," she told him, "'cause all I have in the house is vodka and orange juice."
Fixing him his drink she Jet him know right out that she was delighted that he was going to ball with her.
"I can try anything I want to with you, can't I?" she said. "You sure can, sweetheart," he told her, "and I'll do anything you ask. You name it. I'm just like a trained animal."
"You know, Jean Pierre," she said, "it's wonderful to find a man as honest as you are. I would like to have you eat my pussy on the kitchen table. I can stuff it with strawberry jam and you can slip your tongue up there and lick it and love it."
"Thank you, love," he told her, "I think that would be a lot of fun."
He was only too eager to give her some action.
She took off all of her clothes and he watched closely, straining as she pulled off her panties.
"What a beautiful body you've got," he told her, "actually, sweetheart, I almost feel guilty accepting money for fucking you. It's gonna be a pleasure."
Jean Pierre went over to her once she was stark naked and dropped in front of her.
"I worship the female form," he told her, "and your pussy I place above all. This is not a commercial. This is straight from my warped heart."
To prove how much he treasured her treasure he let his tongue slide along her vagina.
"Oh, stop it, baby," she told him, "you're driving me out of my mind."
He knew just how to tease and tantalize her enough so she would beg for it more.
Sliding his tongue out of her he got to his feet.
"You are good enough to eat without strawberry jam," he assured her, "but, baby, let's try that trip."
She was perturbed that he hadn't fully undressed. He'd taken off his shirt displaying broad shoulders and a muscular body. However, she was eager to see his crotch.
"Do a strip for me, baby," she smiled.
"I never thought you'd ask," he said as he unfastened his belt and pulled off his pants. What really surprised her was the fact he wore no shorts. His huge cock dangled invitingly between his legs.
"You don't wear shorts," she told him.
"Marilyn Monroe didn't wear panties," he laughed.
As she toyed with his penis he became immediately erect. When she saw his huge size she could understand easily why women went wild over him.
"You've got one hell of a cock," she told him happily, "and I can hardly wait to lock my mouth on it and suck it."
The teacher took everything off the kitchen table. Then going to the cupboard she reached up to get the strawberry jam. As Jean Pierre caught sight of her firm round buttocks he knew he would have a good time fucking her there. He went over and stood behind her and slapped her ass cheeks playfully.
"Can I help you, honey?" he asked as he let his cock slip lightly between her ass crack.
"It's over there," she said. "I usually have to stand on a chair. But I guess your long arm and your height will help."
Her voice was soft as she felt his big cock between her buttocks. She could hardly wait to entertain him.
The feeling was mutual. For Jean Pierre was certain she would be a delight to love.
Pulling down the strawberry jam he placed it on the table. Then he looked at her and smiled.
"Sweetheart," he told her, "I'm gonna suck you like you've never been sucked before."
As she sat on the table and parked her legs he reached down and parted her pussy lips. The quivering pink pussy flesh moist and tempting made him slip his tongue there for a moment. Then he told her, "Pull your lips apart, sweetheart, so I can spoon feed you strawberry jam."
She accommodated him by letting him pull her vagina lips apart so he could slip the strawberry jam between them.
As he did so he let some trickle down her slit.
"It's nice you shaved your box," he informed her flatly. "It makes for nice pussy eating."
"That's what I figured," Alice said as the gigolo lover turned on.
His hot tongue slid between her pussy lips. He was eating her now and she tasted delicious. It excited her to reach down and run her fingers through Jean Pierre's curly brown hair.
"Eat me, tiger," she urged him, "oh, baby, now you're doing it. Lick quick. Yes. Yes. That's the way. Oh, lover, eat my pussy. Come on, sweetheart, eat my sweet pussy."
The sensational pleasure that he was discovering at this point persisted. It was a great treat for him to eat her. The strawberry jam mingling with the musky taste of her vagina had him trembling.
"Suck me," she begged frantically, "suck me, lover."
At this point she couldn't help it. For he was lashing her love button in earnest. His teeth baring down brought her there with a start.
"Ohhhh, Jean Pierre," Alice sighed, "I'm juicing. Suck my strawberry pussy."
Jean Pierre liked her taste. Then he put some extra lapping loving movements in his tongue action in her hole.
When he pulled out he had the delighted expression of a little boy who had placed his hand in the cookie jar. She loved the fact he did feel some guilt over what he had done. It made it more fascinating.
"I like the way you lick me," she told him.
"Now, baby," he told her, "how about licking my strawberry asshole?"
"Your what?" Alice asked again.
"I ate your pussy," he told her, "how would it be if you gave me a nice ass suck and I had some strawberry jam in my asshole for you to lick out."
"That sounds different," Alice said, "but I will need another drink before I can go through with it."
"Certainly, love," he told her, "let me mix our screwdrivers."
"Don't put too much vodka in mine," she insisted, "or my tongue will not be stiff enough. I don't want it flipping and flapping so I can't ride it up your ass the way you want it."
"How thoughtful," Jean Pierre smiled as he made it a point not to give her a double shot of vodka.
As they sat there on the edge of the bed sipping their drinks, he told her, "Honey, we would be a great team. You could go in the business."
"I'm a teacher," she said nervously, "and I'm trying to get away from a problem I have."
"What kind of problem?" he asked. "Are you an alcoholic or something?"
"No," she told him flatly, "it's not that. It's a sex hang-up."
"You mean you like to get whipped or something?"
"Hardly," she said as she sipped her drink slowly.
"Tell me what it is," Jean Pierre begged in earnest.
"If you must know," she finally revealed, "I dig young boys. My young students."
"You what?" Jean Pierre asked, his jaw dropping a mile.
"I'm afraid you heard me right," she said huskily, her eyes growing misty as she saw how he couldn't understand her predicament. "I like those stiff young cocks."
"It's dirty," he said, "you're running around with every disease. You name it. I wouldn't be caught dead with a teenage girl. No sophistication. She doesn't know how to suck ass or lick dick or any of the nice things."
"You'd be surprised what kids can do these days," she told him flatly.
"Well, I'm just not interested," he told her, "I'm really not. I figure those kids have to grow up and have sex with each other. I don't want to interfere with their development."
"How very noble of you, Mr. Gigolo," she slurred, "so you think I'm evil. I am. I'm a molester. A teacher molester, damn it."
Suddenly she began sobbing.
"I'm not a head shrink," her new-found lover told her. "You paid for a night of fun. Let's have it. Come on and lick my strawberry behind."
Jean Pierre picked up the strawberry jam and walked toward her.
"All right," she said, "we will use it."
He flopped over on his stomach and handed her the container of strawberry jam.
She took the spoon and when he parted his ass cheeks she let the strawberry jam slide between his ass crack.
"You're quite a character," she told him, "you really are."
"I know where it's at," he said emphatically, "and it's between my ass cheeks. That's where I like to have it sucked."
Saying no more she bent over and began licking on his asshole. The strawberry jam tasted good to her.
"Slip your tongue up my asshole, honey," he told her, "farther. That's the way I like it. Come on, sweetheart, suck ass."
She played with the backside of his balls as she sucked on his asshole. He loved it.
"Oh, baby," he exclaimed excitedly, "now you're sucking. Keep licking. Suck ass. Suck my ass out."
She went on licking and enjoying. The strawberry jam tasted good to her. Stiffening her tongue she plunged it up Jean Pierre's anal opening. He wiggled about and enjoyed it so much that he went on pushing.
"Suck my sweet ass," he panted, "that's the way I like it, lover, suck it. Oh, baby, now you're doing it. Suck. Suck hard."
She had her whole face buried in his ass cheeks. She was giving him her tongue all the way.
"Oh, baby," she gasped in delight, "you're really giving me a good time. ,Suck, sweetheart, suck it off. That's the way to do it. Suck, sweetheart." Finally he knew he had to feed her his cock or he would explode.
"Take your tongue out of my ass," Jean Pierre told Alice, "it's time to lick my dick."
She pulled her tongue out and he flipped over. Grabbing his cock he forced it to her lips.
"Eat it," he told her, "eat my sweet dick."
She let her pink tongue slide over the crown of his shaft.
"Oh, baby, that feels good," he panted, "now, baby, now. Lick it."
Skillfully letting her mouth slip over the head of the shaft, her lips fastened on him hard.
"Eat me," he begged eagerly, "eat my prick. Oh, sweetheart, suck me off."
She let her mouth travel from the top of his cock to the base of him. She pulled on his balls, and patted his ass as she sucked. Alternating her tempo so one minute she was sucking quickly and the next she was sucking slowly, Jean Pierre realized he was dealing with a talented cock sucker.
"Eat my prick," the Frenchman panted, "eat it, baby. Suck that sweet juice out. It'll taste like honey. Oh, baby, suck that cock."
He was pumping forward now, enjoying it more every moment.
"That's the way to do it," he exclaimed, "oh, baby, eat my cock."
His shaft slid down her throat.
"I'm cumming," he exclaimed frantically. "Oh, baby, suck that hot juice out."
To add to his pleasure she parted his ass cheeks and slid her index finger up his asshole. She pressed on his prostate as he shot his wad.
"Oh, get all the juice out, baby," he gasped excitedly, "that's the way I like to have you do it. Come on, cock sucker, suck. Oh, harder, baby. Keep it up. That's it. Oh, sweetheart, now you're sucking. Oh, baby, eat me, eat me!"
More hot cream shot from the head of his shaft. She gulped greedily, happy to complete the act of fellatio for her new-found paid lover. When she finally pulled off his penis he told her it tickled.
"I guess I got all there was in there," she smiled proudly.
"I don't mind telling you," Jean Pierre repeated, "you should be in the business. You're really a pro. It isn't every girl who can give head like that. It takes real talent."
"What's different about the way I sucked you off?" she asked him honestly.
"I'll tell you what the difference is," he explained. "Some chicks go down on you as if it's a chore. That's no fun. When they put their heart into it, and you can tell they enjoy it, instinctively they give you a good suck."
"I'm so glad you explained the psychology of cock sucking," she told him. "What would you say about the psychology of pussy eating?"
"Same principal applies," Jean Pierre insisted. "I really dig women. I love every part of them. Especially that gorgeous spot between their legs."
"I know you're telling me the truth," she told him with a happy smile, "because I could tell from the way that you let your tongue slip back and forth inside me you were having a ball."
"You bet your ass I was," he said emphatically, "and that's why women pay to have me play."
"Do you have to give much of a rake-off to Marvel de Gaston?"
"I have to fuck her now and then," he laughed.
"You mean you are Marvel's lover?" she asked in shock and dismay.
"Didn't you find Marvel fascinating?" Jean Pierre chuckled.
"Hardly," she said in a snide manner, "she was a bitch."
"She has talent," he told her, "she dreamt up the computer operation."
"Do you think there's any validity to that computer matching?"
"In a way yes and in a way no," he shrugged.
"That's double talk," she said. "What do you mean?"
"In a way," he explained, "the computer can figure things out providing you tell the truth. However, most women don't tell the truth to the computer. And the computer spits lies back to them."
"I see," she said softly, "it's unfortunate that we all wear masks, isn't it?"
"Yes, it is," Jean Pierre said. "I suppose I have my own mask. No doubt there's something that drives me on and on the sex merry-go-round."
"Could you confide in me?" Alice asked her lover huskily.
"I couldn't confide in anybody," he said sadly, "because I don't even know myself. Maybe I'm afraid to find out about myself."
"It's strange that you should say that," she told him honestly, "because there is something unique about you. You make a living the way women have made a living for years. Why shouldn't you men do what we do?"
"Precisely," he nodded, "that makes sense."
CHAPTER NINE
When Jean Pierre had finished getting his ass sucked and cock sucked, he knew what he wanted from Alice Turner.
"Now, baby," he told her, "I would appreciate it if you would get on all fours on the floor."
"What on earth for?" she asked curiously. "That's the position I like to have my women in when I fuck them," he smiled.
She saw him going over to his pants and pulling off his belt.
"Are you going to obtain pleasure from my pain?" she asked frankly as she saw him whipping the belt in the air and listening to its whirring sting sound.
"Honey," he told her, "I'm gonna subdue your butt first and then fuck it."
"I don't know whether I like this little game or not," Alice said honestly.
"I'm not asking you whether you like it or not," he told her. "I'm telling you what you're gonna do. Come on, sweetheart, let's have a good time."
As Alice got on the floor her body was reflected in the floor-length dressing room mirrors. Jean Pierre enjoyed seeing her in this position. He reached for some lubrication for his cock. He took out a tube of KY and began squeezing it into his hand. He applied its slippery substance to his cock so it would be prepared for the invasion of her asshole. Then he went back to working on her body with his belt.
With one hand pulling gently on his penis, he flipped the belt across her behind with the other hand.
"Fuck me," he told her, "that's what I want you to do, baby. Fuck me."
Getting down on the floor he mounted her. He flipped his slippery cock between her ass cheeks. Then he moved forward. As he plunged his penis vigorously up her asshole she wiggled her buttocks for him.
"Now you're fucking," he told her. "Oh, baby, what a nice tight ass."
She loved the way he squeezed her buttocks. He spared nothing.
"Beautiful," he gasped as he rammed it to her in hard, stabbing jabs.
"Ohhhh, that's the way I like it," he told her, "oh, baby, fuck."
As he went on ramming up her rectum he bent over and let his chest touch her back. Then gripping her bosoms he pinched the nipples.
"I feel it," she told him, "and that feels good to me. Ohhh, Jean Pierre, reach down and play with my pussy while you're fucking my ass."
Jean Pierre planned to do this. Alice Turner didn't have to tell him. Reaching down he groped her vagina. Sliding a couple of fingers in her pussy, she now was getting it from both directions. She liked it.
"Oh, baby, that's fucking," she told him. "I like it."
He went ramming it up her rectum until he was about to cum. Then he surprised her by pulling out.
"You didn't go off," she exclaimed.. "What are you doing?"
Jean Pierre didn't tell her. Instead he went over to a small container that he had brought with him. Pulling out a dildo he strapped it on himself.
"What on earth are you doing?" Alice asked as she got off the floor and looked at him.
"I'm gonna give you a double fuck," he told her. "One for your pussy and one for your asshole."
Taking her hand he pulled her over to the bed. Alice understood as she lay on her back then spread her legs wide.
Jean Pierre reached up and put a pillow under her buttocks. Then he applied some more KY to the dildo.
"Now, sweetheart," he smiled, "it's really very simple. Get set for a good fuck."
The big penis plunged up her ass again and the dildo slipped up her pussy. Alice was delighted. It did feel good to be double fucked. And while his two cocks were working on her crotch, Jean Pierre reached up and gripped her bosoms. He let his full hands grasp the beautiful soft flesh and then his fingertips worked on the erect nipples. She could look up at his expression and sense how much pleasure he was obtaining from his fuck by the look on his face.
"Oh, it was worth every cent of it," she laughed, "if Marvel had only told me what a great screw you were, sweetheart."
"Marvel knows I'm a good fuck," he told her. "That's why she insists on me giving her a balling every now and then."
He was really enjoying himself at this point and so was she. He rammed it to her hard and she twisted eagerly.
"Fuck it, baby," he commanded, "that's the way you do it. Fuck, baby, fuck."
As she went on twisting her hips for him he continued shoving his dildo in her vagina and his cock up her rectum. He was squeezing hard on her tits and she could tell he was intensely excited.
"Oh, baby, it won't be long now," he panted as he rammed forward. "My gun is gonna explode. Hang tight. Oh, baby, it's gonna rock your ass."
His big cock exploded up her rectum. The hot cream shot up there. She twisted and squeezed as he finished giving her the sexual excitement she sought.
This was what she had always wanted. A man on fire to fuck her. With Jean Pierre all revved up she was realizing her erotic dreams fulfilled.
Jean Pierre pulled his cock out of her ass. And the dildo slid out of her pussy.
"Oh, I enjoyed that, lover," she told him, "I really did."
She still wasn't content to give up exciting him. She pulled herself down to his crotch and unstrapped the dildo. Then she got a wild idea.
"How about letting me fuck your asshole?" she asked her lover.
"All right," he told her, "if you want to. Now and then I find a woman who digs fucking my ass."
At this point he gave her the opportunity she wanted.
"I want to see you on the floor," she laughed, "and I'm gonna use that same belt that you used on my butt. And I'll use it on your butt."
"You're a meanie," he laughed.
"No," she told him, "I'm liberated."
Indeed she was liberated sexually and in every other way. For Alice Turner tossed off inhibitions. She sought her sexual ecstasy in bizarre unique manners. As she belted Jean Pierre's butt he kept moving on all fours on the floor.
"You male animal you," she told him, "when you're on your hands and knees that's all you really are. Come on, fucker, I'll give it to you."
She went on lashing at his ass until it was red.
"Now, baby," she told him, "I'll lick your butt. Then I'll suck your asshole and next you'll get it fucked."
She got down on the floor with him. She gripped his ass cheeks and sucked on them. He loved the feeling of her tongue whipping around his buttock flesh.
"You're doing it nice," he told her. "I hurt like hell when you were lashing it, but it feels good when you're sucking."
She went on lapping all around his buttocks and then parting his ass cheeks she slid her tongue up his ass crack.
"Fuck me," he told her, "fuck me, baby. That's what I want you to do. Fuck me."
Her tongue fucked him. She spared nothing. She let her tongue flip all around his anal hole and then she suddenly stiffened and stabbed. Jean Pierre loved it when she reached for his cock around the other side. She pumped on his penis with a milking motion as she went on eating his asshole.
"You'd better get your dildo in there, baby," he told her. "You can give me a jerk job while you're giving me an ass fuck."
She took time out to stand up and put on her dildo. Then making sure it was slick she got ready to stick it up his butt.
"Oh, baby," she smiled, "you're really gonna enjoy this."
Once she was on the floor she mounted him. She slid the slick dildo coated with her cum up his tight rectum. It slid smoothly until it came to the tight anal ring. It paused.
"Well, what are you gonna do?" the Frenchman asked her.
"I'm gonna fuck you," she exclaimed as she summoned all of her force and pushed forward.
The dildo slipped up his asshole. He loved it.
"Fuck it, baby," he told her, "that's what I want you to do. Fuck, baby, fuck."
He was really enjoying it now.
"Come on, baby," he told her, "that's how you do it. You fuck."
Ramming forward she bent over crushing her bosoms down on his back. He loved the feeling of her great breasts crushing against his back.
"Brush those tits down over my back," he told her, "let me feel them. Come on, honey, slam that dildo up my asshole. It feels good."
She was pleased that Jean Pierre wasn't afraid of being ass fucked. After all, she reasoned, he had fucked her asshole, why shouldn't she be able to fuck his?
The wild fucking session continued as she reached around and gripped his cock. She began jacking him off and he flipped out.
"Oh, that's wild, baby," he told her, "you're really giving me what I want. Come on, sweetheart. Now you're fucking."
He was delighted and excited to obtain all of this erotic pleasure.
"Oh, baby," he told her, "you don't know how much I enjoy this. Oh, sweetheart, swing that dildo in there. Sock it to me."
She drove forward enjoying the feeling of domination that having a dildo up her male lover's asshole gave her. It was surprising to Jean Pierre how good she was at it. Perhaps she was a man in another life, he thought to himself. For she sure knew how to use a dildo once the thing was strapped on her.
"Oh, baby," he told her, "you're so beautiful."
She kept her hand moving in a milking motion. She was determined to get him to climax.
"Fuck me," he begged eagerly, "fuck me. Oh, baby, give it to me. That's what I want. Fuck me, sweetheart, fuck me."
All at once he knew he was going to shoot his wad.
"Keep pulling, baby," he told her, "my prick is gonna explode. Come on, sweetheart, stab my asshole, pull on my prick."
With hard driving thrusts she continued jabbing the dildo up her lover's asshole. Then she knew he was cumming as his pulsating penis became too hot to handle and shot off.
"Keep pulling," he begged her, "and keep that dildo slamming up my rectum. That's it, baby, ass fuck me."
She went on stabbing the dildo up Jean Pierre's tight anal opening. At the same time she pulled rhythmically on his penis as the hot white cream spurted on the floor before them.
"Wow!" he told her. "That was a nice trip, sweetheart."
She began pulling out of his ass and he explained, "Not so fast, honey. It hurts when you do it that way."
She eased out of his asshole and then she lay there on the floor and rolled over and over.
"Have you gone ape?" he asked as he observed her movements.
"No," Alice told him, "I've found myself. I really have, tiger."
"Oh, I'm glad you found something," he told her, "because you sure are flipping out, honey."
"I know now," she told him frankly, "what the score is. I know that I can do anything sexually and feel no guilt or pain. Only pleasure."
"You live for lust, don't you?" he smiled.
"I'm love's child," she said hotly, "and I only need a good fuck every now and then. That's all, baby. Just a good fuck every now and then."
It pleased him that she had responded this way. For it was glaringly apparent that she needed release.
"I love to be fucked and sucked," she said, "and I know where I belong."
"In a bordello," Jean Pierre laughed. "Like I said before, honey, we'd make a good team. You could do a dog fuck while I stand at the side of the stage and jack off."
"That sounds like fun," she said, "it really does. How much would I get paid?"
"A hundred and fifty bucks a night," he told her.
"That would be great," she said. "Maybe I should consider retiring from teaching."
"But you just began as a teacher," he smiled.
"That's what you told me."
"Forget it," she said, "I don't belong in the profession. Not that profession."
He laughed as he looked at her. She had a happy smile on her face. He realized he would have to prick the balloon. For he didn't want her to live in a total illusion regarding sex and men who pay to play.
"Do you realize what you're getting into if you become a hustler?" he asked sadly.
"Pleasure and money," she said, "big cars and posh apartments and dinners and parties and exhibitions with lovely dogs."
"Not quite that nice," he admitted candidly. "There are raids. There are men who will abuse you. There's pain mingled with the pleasure."
"I could take it," she said evenly. "I'm up to anything."
"You're on cloud nine now," Jean Pierre shook his head, "because you got a good fuck. But, honey, you're gonna fall off that cloud and come down to earth mighty fast when they pick your ass up and cart it off to jail."
"Off to jail?" she asked. "What do you mean, Jean Pierre?"
"That's where good hustlers go when they get caught," he told her. "There's a price you've got to pay for that pleasure."
"That's evil," she said angrily. "Putting a person in jail just because they want to have a good time with their body."
"There are a lot of ways of looking at it, honey," he admitted, "and I don't look at it their way. Nevertheless, they are in power. And we would have no alternative but to go along to jail."
Alice Turner gave the possibility of becoming a hustler some second thoughts. A worried look formed on her face and a crease formed on her brow.
"A penny for your thoughts," he smiled.
"They're not worth a fucking penny," she told him. "Oh, baby, I feel so sad. I wanted to quit teaching tomorrow. I wanted to set up business. I thought of all those cocks that would be slamming into me and I loved the idea of that."
"A lot of girls look at it that way," he told her, "but they forget the dark side. What happens when you get to be thirty and forty?"
"Look at Marlene Dietrich," she smiled. "She's seventy-some."
"But Dietrich has never been a hooker," he reminded her. "She's actually been a very conservative woman who took superb care of herself."
"You've got a point there," she admitted sadly. "Oh, I'm so all twisted up I don't know what I want anymore, baby."
"That's what I figured," he told her sadly, "and, honey, I can't help you. You've got to find your way in your way."
"Thanks for being so honest, Jean Pierre," she told him. "At first I wanted to go along with the game. Now I had better go on with my teaching. Maybe now and then if I find a cat who likes to play I can have some fun. But I won't try to peddle my ass."
"It's better if you don't," he told her flatly.
CHAPTER TEN
The teacher had learned her lesson.
The following week at school she was thankful no boy paid any attention to her. She wore a longer dress than usual so she wouldn't distract anybody with her shapely legs. Also she made it a point to wear a blouse that would conceal the beauty of her breasts. She didn't want to tempt anybody that way. Things were running smoothly and there were no problems. That was, until she met up with Beatle. Beatle was only a slang name everybody called him. His real name was Bonavitch. Nobody could pronounce it correctly so they wound up calling him Beatle.
"Beatle," she told him, "I've heard rumors that the Chains were going to have a fight with the Nineteenth Street Gang. And judging from what I have heard, you are supposed to be the leader of the Nineteenth Street Gang."
"Sure I am," he told her, "what's it to you. Teach?"
"You could get killed and then what would all of your glory be?" she asked defiantly.
"Tell me," he smiled. "The only thing that would keep me away from a nice bloody gang war would be a nice piece of ass."
"Why don't you come over and see me tonight?" she suddenly asked. She blurted it out before she had given it any serious thought. Yet to save Beatle she felt she had to offer herself.
"You know, Teach," he told her, "I'll take you up on that. I've heard you're a pretty good lay."
"I hate the way you kids talk about it," she said nervously. "You make it all sound so slimey. All I want to do is try to talk some sense into your head."
He patted his cock which was bulging now in his jeans and nodded.
"I want you to give this head a workout, if you will," he smiled.
He had gotten his point across. She had, too.
"I want in the worst way to give you a good time," she told him, "but it doesn't have to involve sex."
"Just give me your address," he told her, "and I'll be over tonight."
"Will you promise me you won't get involved in that gang warfare?"
"Like I told you," he nodded as she wrote out her address, "I always put ass before war."
Handing it to him, the principal walked in. Alice Turner was glad that he hadn't overheard their conversation of a few moments ago.
"What are you handing him?" the principal asked her.
"Just a homework assignment," she lied.
"That kid will never do any homework," the principal said, "and you've got to watch him. You know, he's the president of the Nineteenth Street Gang."
"That's what I've heard," she replied.
The principal studied her carefully.
"Could I help you?" she asked, trying to get him off her back.
"If you know anything about this gang warfare that's supposed to come off tonight," he told her, "I wish you'd tell me. We have quite a few gang members in your classes. If you should eavesdrop and hear something and I should learn of it, I could notify the authorities."
"I haven't heard a thing," she said smoothly.
"Just checking," he told her.
She knew very well what he had in mind. And she was glad not to tell him anything.
"All right," he told her, "just keep me posted, Miss Turner."
When she left the school that day, Alice Turner realized she had a tiger by the tail in the form of Beatle. For Beatle was considered a ruthless, cold-blooded killer. Rumor was that he'd killed a boy the previous year. Another boy was set up and committed suicide in his cell. So they didn't bother to check it any further.
That evening when Beatle showed up at her door, she had changed her mind.
"I'm busy, Beatle," she told him without opening the door.
"Open the door, bitch," he said gruffly.
"Don't you understand," she said, "I don't want to be disturbed."
"Knock it off, Miss Turner," he told her, "you said I could come over here. You'd better keep your word. You don't know who you're talking to."
"I have a pretty good idea," she said tightly.
"If you know what's good for you," he said evenly, "you'll open the door for me."
She opened the door and once he had his foot in he barged forward.
"Look, you tough," she told him, "I don't want to deal with you. The principal came just as you were leaving and he warned me about you."
"He should issue a warning about you," he snapped. "Everybody knows you're a fucking, sucking nympho."
"I won't have you talking to me that way," she said evenly.
"I'll talk to you any damned way I please," he said flatly.
It was obvious to her that Beatle was a pretty rough customer.
"You are pretty cock sure, aren't you, tiger?" she snapped in defiance.
"You bet your sweet ass I am," he told her, "and I've got good reason to be. I know where it's at, Teach, I know it all."
"Oh, do you?" Alice smiled.
No sooner had Beatle locked the door, than he unzipped his fly and reached for his cock.
"You keep that loaded pistol in your pants," she told him.
"All right, sweetheart," he told her, "you asked for it. I'll let you suck it like I make the chicks at school do it."
He pulled out his cock with one hand and a pistol with the other.
"I'll hold this next to your head while I make you eat my dick," he told her. "And if you quit licking for one minute I'll blow your brains out."
"That will never work, Beatle," the teacher explained. "You will have me so fearful I won't be able to give you a good suck at all."
"Let's see if you can or if you can't," he told her. "Your life might depend on it, Teach."
This really got her unnerved.
"I'll make you a deal, Beatle," she told him. "If you will agree to throw that ridiculous pistol down on the floor while we have sex, I'll do everything you could ever ask for."
"All right," he agreed, "we'll deal."
She began undressing and deliberately designed her movements to entice him. She wanted to make sure that he got as turned on as could be so he would be agreeable.
"I'll bet you're a tit man," she smiled, "and I'll bet you like to jab your cock between a woman's breasts."
"I never tried that," the boy admitted shyly, momentarily becoming a boy instead of a gang leader.
"It's about time you did," the teacher told him.
Pulling off her bra she let her huge breasts do their enticing. He walked over to them and bent over and licked her nipples hungrily.
"Oh, baby," he smiled, "you really got me excited."
"I'm glad I have," she told him.
He was only too eager to demonstrate his skill at loving her. He pulled off his pants and stripped out of his shorts. He stood there stark naked with his big cock swaying between his legs.
"Let's get a nice hard-on there, honey," she told him. "If there's one thing I don't like to see it's a cock hanging limp between a guy's legs. The penis in the erect state is what makes me turn on."
"Maybe it's because I'm nervous doing it with a teacher. You're an older woman and all."
"Not so old that you have to go limp on me," she laughed.
She was still wearing her panties and when she stepped over to him he tugged at the elastic waistband of them.
"Are you afraid to feel of me?" Alice smiled up at Beatle.
"No," he said as he reached down with one hand to feel of her vagina which was moistening. He used his other hand to jack-off.
"Oh, it's getting nice and hard," she observed, "I can hardly wait until you turn on."
The teacher knew how to make the young boy turn on. Gang leader or no, she knew that he wanted sexual excitement.
"Let's go into the bedroom," she smiled.
Following her into the bedroom, Beatle began getting more and more excited. When her panties were pulled off and he gained a close-up view of her crotch as she pulled her pussy lips apart, his mouth watered in hungry anticipation.
"How would you like to have something to eat, honey?" she smiled.
Looking at the moist pink flesh he nodded.
"I could go ape over that," he said.
Getting on the bed he sprawled out and buried his head over her crotch. His hot tongue swept along her juicy slit.
"Eat me, baby," she begged him. "That's the way. Eat my pussy."
It was amazing how she could bring the young gang leader low over her mound as he found his excitement there. His hot tongue surged into her.
"Finger fuck my asshole while you're eating my pussy," she suggested.
He accommodated her. He let a finger slide up her rectum while his tongue stabbed her vagina. She was really happy now.
"Ohhh, that's beautiful," she groaned in delight, "oh, baby, keep doing that. Oh, honey, now you're giving it to me."
He was determined to give her what she wanted. But she was wiggling about so much he knew that he would have to hold her in place if he was going to keep his face over her crotch.
Pulling his finger from her asshole, he let his hands slide under her ass cheeks. He held onto them. Squeezing them he let his tongue continue with its piston-like movements into her pussy.
"Eat me," she panted, "oh, baby, eat my sweet box."
The massaging movements on her buttocks added to the pleasure.
"Sweetheart," she panted, "I love it when you squeeze my ass like that. Oh, baby, never stop loving me. Oh, honey, I can't stand it."
Waves of sexual ecstasy swept over Alice. She was engulfed with the lusty tongue which was licking, lapping, teasing and tantalizing her vagina.
The teacher tasted good to the young boy. He hadn't had any pussy in a while. He had been too busy engaging in gun duels to take time out for love.
Now she wanted him to focus his action on her love button. She knew that his tongue action was bringing her to the brink.
"Baby," she whispered, "use your tongue on my clit. That's it. Oh, sweetheart. I love it when you do that. Oh, honey, keep that up!"
The fantastic pleasure that he felt at this point gave way to the moment of climax. For the teacher was juicing. He pressed his lips tighter over her, holding her in place.
"Eat me," she begged, "oh, Beatle, eat my sweet pussy."
Beatle knew how to do it. He had been trained well. Starting when he was twelve years old with a sexy young fifteen-year-old girl he had learned how. He wasn't stopping now. He knew how important it was to keep his tongue twirling, licking and lashing inside the velvety vagina until more love juice erupted.
He was delighted when she came again. It was a moment of triumph for his tongue.
Lapping her up he finally pulled off. Then in almost a reverent way, Beatle's lips pressed on her vagina in a soul kiss directed toward her pussy.
"You're such a sensitive lover," the teacher told the young boy. "It's a shame you have to go out and kill people."
"It is a fucking shame," he told her, "but that's the way it is."
"I know that's the way it is," she admitted, "but it doesn't have to be that way, does it?"
"I'm afraid it does," he said sadly.
All the time that he was talking, she was stroking on his penis. Her hand pleased him.
"I would like it if you'd get down there between my legs," he suggested, "so you can use your tongue and do everything."
"All right, Beatle," she agreed.
She rested her head on the young boy's thigh. Then she pulled on his cock with one hand while she stroked his balls with the other. He loved all of the attention she was giving him.
"Beatle, did you ever kill anybody?" the teacher demanded.
Beatle sat bolt upright in bed. He glared at her. His cock went limp.
"What the fuck are you tryin' to do?" he shouted at her.
When she saw the rage glaring from his eyes she realized she had struck on the wrong train of conversation with the young student.
"I didn't mean anything," she told him.
He whacked her across the face.
"None of you damn teachers mean anything," he told her. "I've been quizzed and questioned for the past year. That kid who hung himself in jail did it. Not me, damn it, not me!"
"Oh, I'm sorry," she said as she saw that bringing up the subject had driven him into a frenzy.
"You should be sorry," he said as he got to his feet and paced the floor. "I never did it. But everybody thinks I did. It's awful."
"I imagine it would be," she said quietly. "Oh, Beatle, how did we all get so twisted up?"
"It's a hell of a good question," he admitted, "and I don't have the damned answer. But it burns the crap out of me to have teachers and friends come after me. They want to put me behind bars. I know what it's like in Juvenile Hall."
"Have you ever been there, Beatle?"
"I've spent half of my life there," he told her. "Have you got a cigarette?"
"Sure," she said as she noticed how nervous he was getting.
She pulled open a dresser drawer and pulled out a pack of cigarettes and tossed them to him.
"Give me a light," he said.
She could see that he was shaking when she lit the cigarette for him.
"Perhaps we should just never talk about anything involving gangs," she said. "Not while we're trying to enjoy ourselves."
"I was telling you about Juvenile," he continued, wanting to unwind. "It's hell. They put you in a tiny little cell with a bunch of fags. They want to play with you and get their rocks off. Well, I'm not gonna let them. One guy came after me and I gave him a sock in the jaw for a thank-you note."
"Beatle," she told him, "I've heard it really is dreadful."
"The food," he told her, "you can't imagine what they make us eat. They put something in the food, too. Something that won't make us violent."
"That's ridiculous," she said, lying through her teeth. "You would never get violent."
As Beatle banged his hand on the dresser he glared at her.
"Of course I'd never get violent," he said. "Not unless somebody goads me. Then I'm like any other fucking damned animal. I feel trapped and I protect myself."
"Of course," she replied.
It was becoming painfully clear to Alice what the score was. Beatle was more than a little upset now.
"Why does everybody like to pick on me?" he demanded. "I haven't done anybody in. Damn it all to hell, I think I'm a pretty good cat."
"Of course you are," she said, "and it's ridiculous for all of these people to pin labels on you. Have you ever stopped to think that maybe you just got in with the wrong people?"
"Do you know why we form gangs?" he asked the teacher.
"I have no idea, Beatle," she said as she poured herself a drink.
"We form gangs so we have somebody that gives a damn about us," he told her, "as long as our folks didn't care about us, and society is sorry we're alive, we figure we've got to stick together and love each other."
"I understand," she said. "You don't have to explain to me."
"Maybe I want to," Beatle insisted, "maybe sometimes a guy has to confide in somebody."
"I'll be your crying towel. I'll be whatever you want," she said.
He sat down on the edge of the bed and asked for a drink.
"I'll feel better when I have some booze in me," he told her, "that blurs the pain."
"I know what you mean," the teacher smiled through misty eyes.
"Are you going through something, too?" the boy asked.
"Yes, in my own way I am," Alice admitted almost sadly.
"What?" the boy asked in amazement. "You've got it real nice. You've got everything you want, haven't you?"
"I have hardly anything I want," she told him sadly. "I only wish I did."
"You've got it made," he told her. "You've got your profession. You're making good money and you have a nice apartment. You probably have a nice car. I ain't got nothin'."
"I haven't found myself," she said. "I don't know what I want out of life. But I do know one thing. I'm oversexed. I must have men. I desire them."
"You sound like that hustler," he told her, "the one who wrote the book about being a hooker."
"I'm not like her," she said, "I'm tormented. That woman could take it all in her stride. She wasn't ashamed of anything. I am. I feel guilty."" One more drink and the teacher was able to tell the student what bothered her.
"When an adult has sex with a minor," she explained, "that is considered unlawful. They can throw you in jail and throw away the key."
"Just because you brought a guy a little happiness?" he asked in amazement.
"Ridiculous as it seems to you and me," the teacher said with a shrug, "that's the way respectable society looks at it. We're garbage. Refuse."
"That's too bad," he said sadly, "it really is too bad." It was obvious to him that he had to do something and he had to do it quickly.
"Let's quit all this talking," he told her, "and start playing."
"What do you want to do?" she asked Beatle as he snuffed out a cigarette.
"I want you to do everything to me," he told her, "I really like to be licked."
"You like to be what?" she asked, not quite sure she heard correctly.
"I like to be licked and sucked all over," he told her. "I used to go with a little girl who could go all over my body like a monkey. She was fantastic. Had a tongue that wouldn't atop."
"She licked everything?" Alice asked, looking at him as her blue eyes blazed with excitement.
"Everything," he replied.
It was time now for the teacher to do her thing.
"How would you like to have your ass sucked?" she smiled.
"I was hoping you'd say that," he replied. "I'd love it."
"I'll give you an ass suck from different positions," she explained. "First, if you'd get in the middle of the bed on all fours you could watch me sucking in the mirror. You just bend over so your ass is up there for me to grab it and let my tongue stab it. You'll enjoy it."
"I know I will, Teach," the young student nodded agreeably.
He could hardly wait for the sucking she would be giving him.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
It didn't take long for Beatle to get into position. He got on the bed on all fours and bent over with his ass upturned.
The teacher got behind him. She gripped his bare behind and let her tongue slide between his ass crack.
"I like it, I like it," he exclaimed enthusiastically.
She knew he did. She buried her face in his behind. Her hot tongue stiffened and stabbed up his rectum. He was really excited she could tell. Glancing up in the mirror she saw his hand reach for his cock. He was pulling on his penis while she was sucking his asshole.
"Eat my ass out," he commanded, "that's what I want you to do. Oh, teacher, you're driving me ape. Suck ass. Suck ass."
She was timing her tongue jabs up his rectum to his hand manipulations of his cock. It was working out magnificently. He was getting more and more excited every second.
"Oh, wow!" he gasped. "I really dig that. Oh, keep it up. Oh, teacher, suck ass. Lick it. Eat my asshole."
She went on plunging her tongue up his rectum until she figured it was about time she alternated positions. Pulling her tongue from his asshole she told him, "Beatle, flip over. I can rim you and jerk you at the same time. You'll love that."
"I know I will," he assured her.
At this point he was lying on his back with his legs spread invitingly. She enjoyed the sight of his swelling, hairy balls and his rock-hard lengthening cock. Grasping his penis with one hand she pulled on it a moment or two. Then she decided she'd better get him ready the way she wanted him.
She slid a couple of pillows under his buttocks, and then reached for a plastic container of oil. Pouring some oil into the palm of her hands she then applied it to his shaft. She pulled on it a couple of times, and he enjoyed the sensation of his slippery cock being pulled and manipulated by her effective hand movements.
"You're good at it all," he told her, "you really are."
"Just wait till you feel my tongue sticking up your asshole while I'm pulling on your prick," she told him.
Once she had lavished sufficient oil on his cock she pulled with a vigorous movement. His body shuddered with excitement. The teacher's tongue slid smoothly up his rectum. She was rimming and jerking now like the best of them.
"Eat my ass," he begged anxiously, "suck on it. Oh, wow!"
His buttocks wiggled about as the tongue stabbed up his hole. She went on jerking on his cock, pleasing him.
"Keep it up," Beatle begged. "Oh, baby, keep it going. I love it when you slide your hands up and down on my dick and your tongue sticks up my ass. Oh, teacher, suck it. Pull it."
The teacher's movements were providing him with just the kind of action he needed.
As she observed his cock becoming harder and harder she detected traces of crystal cum at the small slit at the top of his shaft. She knew it was time to stop.
Pulling her tongue from his rectum she licked up the underside of his cock. Then sliding down over the head of his shaft she sucked with vigor and delight.
"Suck me," he begged eagerly, "suck me. Oh, yes. Come on, sweetheart, suck it. That's the way to do it. Suck."
She was sucking like the best of them now. Her mouth was traveling from the head of his cock to the base.
"Eat me," he begged eagerly, "oh, yes, get my juice. Suck it out. Clean my prick. Oh, teacher, you're driving me ape."
She kept on moving her mouth up and down. And he jabbed it to her with hard driving cock stabs.
"Suck it off," he commanded, "suck that big juicy prick. Come on, sweetheart, suck it. Eat that dick."
Suddenly he couldn't hold back a moment longer. Reaching down he gripped her head and guided her over his shaft as he exploded.
"I'm cumming," he exclaimed, "oh, teach, lick that dick."
His body trembled as he shoved forward. She was only too happy to accommodate him.
"Eat it all," he told her, "help yourself, honey. That's the way to do it. Suck every damned drop out of my dick."
Her head was bobbing up and down as her mouth went on licking and sucking. It was a moment of triumph for Alice. She had wanted to get a good load of him. She had. He tasted sweet to her. She went on sucking on his main-stem until he had finished shooting.
"Oh, wow," he smiled at her, "that was so much fun."
She was tickling his balls as she slid her mouth off his prick.
"There are a lot of things I could do to excite you," she told him.
Alice had bought a dildo right after her sex with Jean Pierre. She figured that he might enjoy that way of getting entertained. Going to the bedroom she quietly slipped on the dildo. When she came out with the big plastic prick sticking out in front of her the young boy burst out laughing.
"What's so funny?" she questioned him.
"You are," he chuckled. "I never saw a funnier sight in my life. That's wild. You've got a prick."
"Yes, and I know where to stick it," she told him evenly.
"Have you got a girl hiding somewhere?" he chuckled.
"No, but I've got your ass to fuck," she told him.
"No way," he replied, getting to his feet and putting his hands protectively over his buttocks.
"You'd enjoy this," she told him.
"I've got a virgin asshole," he told her, "I've been fucked a lot of ways but never that way."
"I never thought of it until I hired a man to ball with me. When he suggested I do it to him, I thought he was crazy. However, when I saw how much entertainment he derived from having this plastic dick slip up his asshole, I realized there was pleasure there for a man."
"Maybe you're right," the boy said, listening to her. "I do like to find out every way possible to get stimulated."
"This is a way you've been missing," she told him softly, "and I am eager to give you a chance at it."
"All right, if you want to," he said, "but I do think it's kooky."
She applied some oil to the plastic cock.
"Why don't you just get on all fours in the middle of the bed," she explained, "and I can do it to you as if I were eating your ass. You remember how you raised your ass up for me so I could fuck it, don't you?"
"Yes," he admitted candidly.
He was still hesitant. Finally he decided he would let her try it.
He got on all fours and she got behind him to mount him.
"This will be painful at first," she admitted, "but you will learn to enjoy it."
"In a pig's eye I will," he chuckled.
Before he knew what was happening, the teacher had flipped the slippery plastic dildo between his ass crack. Then with a sudden jab Alice went forward.
"Fuck it," he told her, "fuck. Come on, teacher, fuck it."
She listened to his command. With vigorous hard-driving thrusts she kept him entertained.
He was going to town now and so was she. She was pushing into his ass, meeting his every stab.
"You like it, don't you, lover?" she panted as she pumped it to him, "I knew you would."
"I'm a wild man," he admitted, "and I like every sexual thrill there is. My balls are tingling, baby. You really got me going."
"This plastic prick is massaging your prostate gland," she exclaimed, "that's what gets you so stimulated. Oh, baby, swing your ass. Churn it around. You know how you like me to do it when I'm fucking. Do it for me."
"You women are liberated," he laughed. "Almost too much."
"But it does feel good, doesn't it?" she laughed as she went on stabbing the dildo up his ass.
"Yes," he admitted. "Oh, I'm so excited," he told her, "that you ought to reach around and pull on my cock. You could give me a great jerk job. I would enjoy being jerked while my ass is being fucked."
The teacher was only too happy to accommodate his bizarre desire.
Reaching around she gripped his penis and pulled on him.
"That's the way," he told her, "oh, wow. Keep it up."
She went on pulling his cock until his sperm spattered all over the bed.
"I'm cumming," he exclaimed, "I'm cumming."
His hot sperm surged over the blue sheet.
"Oh, wow," he exclaimed as he felt himself getting his rocks off.
The teacher slowly slid the slippery dildo out of his ass.
"Oh, baby," she told him, "I'm so glad you enjoyed it."
"I sure did, sweetheart," he told her.
She felt a certain pride in herself. For she had given him all kinds of thrills. When the dildo was out of his asshole and he was lying down sprawled across the bed he got another wild idea.
"Teacher," he suggested, "how would you like to lick my cum off that sheet?"
"You've got a warped sick mind," she told him flatly.
"You think you haven't," he laughed. "You're sicker than I thought you were."
She didn't immediately respond. Going over to get his leather belt he brought it down over her ass.
"If you don't do it," he told her, "I will lash that belt across your breasts."
"It's getting more appealing every moment, Beatle," she said angrily.
He got the teacher to do what he wanted in nothing flat.
The teacher licked the young gang leader's cum off the sheet. He felt his balls tingle and his cock become hard as he watched her.
"Taste good?" he smiled smugly.
She didn't reply. She was too outraged.
"How about licking my toes?" he smiled. "Suck on each toe as if it were a small cock."
He was laughing but she wasn't.
"Go ahead," he insisted, "I want to enjoy this."
She gripped his foot and let her mouth slip over his big toe. She sucked on it as if it were a cock.
Glancing up she could see what he was doing. He was pulling on his penis while she was sucking on his big toe.
"Suck on every roe, sweetheart," he told her, "that's the way to do it. Keep sucking."
Then she took his other foot and began licking on his toes. He loved the erotic excitement of domineering her.
"Now lick the soles of my feet," he suggested.
She did as Beatle told her to.
When she'd finished licking the soles of both feet he wanted her to lick the inside of his thighs.
She did so, moving inch by inch closer to his crotch.
"Oh, that's so nice," he told her. "Now lick my ass crack."
She let her tongue slip all around his tight asshole.
"Now suck ass," he told her, "suck it."
As she sucked he got another idea.
"Now swing your body around, baby," he told her, "so we can do an ass-sucking sixty-nine. You suck my ass and I'll suck yours."
Alice swung around so Beatle could grip her buttocks. Sure enough he was more than willing to let his tongue slip up her asshole.
"That's the way to do it," he told her, "go ahead, honey, do it."
He was really enjoying himself now and so was she.
"Keep it up," he told her, "that's how you do it. Oh, baby, now you're clicking."
The two of them were going to town on each other's asshole. It was amazing to Beatle how much pleasure he could derive from the double ass suck.
"Now, Teach," he told her, "take your tongue out of my asshole and lick my balls. I want to feel your mouth on them."
Opening her mouth she let Beatle slip his balls inside. The warmth of her mouth appealed to him. Her tongue lashed lightly over his testicles.
"Oh, wow!" he gasped. "Does that ever feel good!"
It was a pleasurable moment for him. And she enjoyed it, too. Suddenly he knew what he wanted to do.
"I want to finger fuck your asshole while I eat your snatch," he told her. "You can finger fuck my asshole while you lick my cock.
Pulling off his balls she let her tongue lash up the underside of his shaft. Her tongue tip tickled the sensitive glans portion of his penis. Sliding her mouth over his cock she began sucking slowly.
"I like it," he exclaimed, "oh, yes, that's beautiful. Keep it up."
He was really entertained now. And she was getting her kicks, too.
"Oh, baby," he exclaimed, "suck my cock off."
Proving what a diligent cock sucker she was, she let her mouth slide over his shaft. She was sucking at a good tempo while her finger was sliding up Beatle's tight anus. She could tell Beatle enjoyed getting his ass fucked while he was getting his cock sucked. At the same time she couldn't help but marvel at what a top job he was doing sticking his finger up her asshole and eating her pussy.
"Come on," he told her, "lick that dick."
Then he went back to sucking on her pussy while he let his finger continue sliding rhythmically in and out of her ass. She loved the erotic excitement of it all.
Beatle had a way of letting his tongue lick hard and fast. She was so stimulated she was trembling.
With his tongue licking vigorously inside her vagina and her mouth slipping up and down his cock, they were coming closer to climax. Beatle hoped they could make it together. That would be the ultimate thrill.
They both increased the tempo of their mouth action. As the excitement accelerated their tempo speeded up. Suddenly she couldn't stand it. The double combination of his tongue in her pussy and his finger in her asshole got her there. She was juicing. A second later Beatle got his gun off. His hot cum splashed in her mouth. The teacher swallowed him. She didn't pull of his penis until he had completed shooting.
As she reluctantly slid off his cock she complimented him.
"You shot me a good load," she told him.
Beatle finished having sex with her and thanked her.
"I hope that you would prefer making love instead of war now," she smiled.
"You're a good piece of ass, Teach," he told her, "don't let anybody tell you different. If they say anything bad about your pussy, you send them right to me, Teach."
"What would you do, Beatle?" she smiled, unaware of what he had in mind.
"Slit their throat from ear to ear," he chuckled.
CHAPTER TWELVE
After her exciting interlude with Beatle, Alice Turner gave serious thought to a change in her life. She figured that if she could have a private consultation with a psychologist, she would gain help. She looked up a sexologist in the phone book and ran across a name that she thought she could trust. Jack Jason. She went to see Mr. Jason and he acted very formal and cold.
"Won't you come in?" he nodded as she entered.
"I am Alice Turner," she said. "I had an appointment for ten minutes from now."
"You're not only punctual, you're early," he said with a shrug. "That's good."
He ushered her in to his private consultation room and began firing questions at her.
"What is the nature of your problem, Miss Turner?"
"It's very personal," she said evasively.
"I'm afraid I can't help you unless you can be more specific than that," he told her frankly.
"All right," Alice looked up, "I might as well tell you. My problem is sex."
"Why is sex your problem?" he demanded.
"I'll tell you why," she told him, "it's because I can never get enough of it."
"Can anybody?" he laughed.
"I'm very serious," she told him as she continued. "And I hope that you will give me some good advice."
"I can give you plenty of good advice," he assured her, "but you are the one who'll have to put it to practical use."
"All right," she began, "I might as well tell you I'm attracted to young boys."
"There's nothing wrong with that," he told her, "that is, unless you follow through."
"That's just it," she emphasized, "I follow through."
"You mean you've carried on sexually with minors?" he asked.
"Yes, but you don't need to be so blunt about it," she said looking away.
"It is a very serious thing to involve a child in sex," he said, "but I'm not here to condemn you. Rest assured my only interest is to cure you. It may take a series of consultations. But whatever it takes I'm prepared to give of myself and my knowledge to help you."
"Oh, Mr. Jason," she smiled, "I can't thank you enough."
"If you'd prefer lying down," he told her, "there's a couch over there."
"It might help me," she took up his offer.
As she continued talking she noticed that Mr. Jason was not acting very professional.
"Continue telling me your sex stories," he told her. "You don't mind if I jack-off while you talk, do you?"
"Not at all," she said smugly, as he unzipped his fly and pulled out his cock.
It wasn't too big and it wasn't too small. It was a medium size she calculated as she glanced down at his crotch. Mr. Jason pulled on his penis and then he reached in for his balls.
"Might as well let it all hang out," he told her.
He was pumping hard on his penis and tugging on his balls and enjoying himself.
"Now go right on, dear," he told her, "and tell me what you've done."
"When I find a young boy that I'm crazy about," Alice continued, "I'll do anything for him."
She noticed that this caught the fancy of Mr. Jason and he was pumping harder on his penis.
"Do you suck cock?" he asked quietly. "Yes," she replied.
"Do you swallow the stuff?" he asked as he pumped harder.
"I am crazy about sperm," she told him, "and I never spit it out. I need seed."
"That's nice," he told her, "continue please, my dear."
"All right," she agreed, "I must admit that I enjoy having my pussy eaten. I find myself looking for a man with a long tongue."
Immediately Mr. Jason opened his mouth and wiggled his tongue.
"How does this strike you for size?" he said, his eyes lighting up.
"Not bad," she told him, "you're getting me so horny I'm juicing."
"Want me to taste you?" he smiled as his hand continued jerking on his penis.
"If you want to," she said nervously as she reached in her purse and pulled out her pussy jelly kit she bought from Marvel de Gaston.
"What's that you have there?" he asked curiously as he bend over to look at what she was holding in her hand.
Never taking his hand off his cock he continued jerking as he licked his lips excitedly.
"My pussy jelly kit," she told him. "If you want to have sex with me I will give you your favorite flavor."
He examined the kit and chose champagne.
"Naturally I'd choose that," he chuckled, "because I'm an alcoholic Listening to all of these women tell me their stories is enough to drive any man to drink, if you know what I mean."
"I understand," Alice said as she did a slow strip.
When she was totally nude she inserted the tube into her vagina and squeezed.
"Champagne it is," she nodded.
Mr. Jason was only too eager to demonstrate his talented tongue.
"Now, my dear," he said as he gripped her ass cheeks, "I'll just slip my tongue in your slit and you can rate me."
"Rate you?" she asked curiously. "What do you mean, Mr. Jason?"
"I have my pussy-eating rating scale report," he winked. "It will let you chart my performance on a graph. I've had some remarkable women here and they have been very pleased with my tongue performance."
"I'm sure you're incredible," she said as she felt his tongue slide in her slit. He wiggled it around and jabbed it back and forth. Reaching down she guided him.
"You've got a lot of power in your tongue," she told him, "apparently you get a lot of exercise here."
Pulling his tongue out of her vagina he admitted, "Yes. A lot of women need to have their pussies eaten. They come here when they can't get their husbands to take care of them. Sometimes I feel as though I'm nothing but a male hustler."
"Don't think that way," she told him, "just remember that you're bringing a lot of pleasure to women with your tongue. Now start eating my pussy again."
Returning to her vagina he flipped his tongue in every direction. She was happy that he was enjoying himself so much.
"Suck it," she told him, "that's the way you do it. Suck my twat."
He was giving her vagina a workout.
"Beautiful," she told him. "Oh, baby, you really know how to turn on."
He loved the taste of her and kept his tongue whipping around until he had completed the act.
Once he had finished he got to his feet.
"Now, my dear," he told her, "it's time for you to service me."
He was totally nude and he decided he would give her a tantalizing taste treat.
"I always like to coat my asshole with honey," he told her, "so you will get the golden goodness when you suck me."
"What a nice thing to do, Mr. Jason," she smiled.
Once she had him on the couch she used the honey over his behind. Not only did she spray the honey from the plastic container over his ass cheeks, but when he parted his ass crack she slid the nozzle up his asshole.
"Squeeze it," he told her, "you'll love licking it."
When she had finished fixing him she put the honey container aside.
"Lick my sweet ass," he smiled as he looked back to watch.
Alice Turner went to town with her tongue. She did a magnificent job of licking quickly all around his ass cheeks.
"Oh, baby," he smiled, "you sure know how to lick-ass."
Pulling off a moment Alice retorted, "I know how to suck ass, too."
"I'll just bet you do," he nodded as he watched her pulling his ass cheeks apart.
Alice's tongue slid up his rectum. She jabbed it this way and that. He wiggled.
"Beautiful," he told her, "that's how you do it. Oh, baby, suck ass. Come on, sweetheart, suck my honey asshole."
The honey tasted good to her. She let her tongue slip all the way up his asshole until his balls tingled with excitement.
"You'd better stop sucking my ass," he warned her, "because I'm gonna juice in a minute."
Pulling her tongue from his asshole she watched him turn over. Proudly he displayed his pulsating penis for her view.
"This is what I call a nice thing to suck on," he smiled.
Gripping his shaft she lightly let her tongue lick up the underside. Tantalizingly she teased the glans portion of his penis.
"Suck me," he insisted, "come on, sweetheart, suck that big juicy prick."
Her head moved from the top of his shaft to the base. She played with his ass cheeks while she sucked on his prick.
"Eat it," he commanded, "that's what I want you to do, sweetheart. Eat my big juicy prick. Suck, baby, suck. Come on, sweetheart, suck that cock off."
He couldn't stand it any longer. The hot sperm splashed down her throat.
"I'm cumming," he exclaimed, "oh, baby, I'm there. Suck that cock. Suck it off."
He was really turned on. As the hot sperm splashed down her throat she gulped.
When she finally did pull off she had great respect for Mr. Jason.
"Oh, Mr. Jason," she told him, "you don't know what you've done for me."
"You've drained me," he chuckled.
"I know I did that," she said, "it's a compulsive habit. I guess I'm hooked on sperm."
"Honey, you're hooked on sex," he told her, "you really are. I've never seen a woman carry on like the way you do."
"I guess that's really saying something, considering your position and all," Alice shrugged. "What am I going to do?"
"You're going to go on fucking everybody in sight the rest of your life," he told her, "and I don't think there's much you can do about it. You're a sexual compulsive."
"Am I?" she asked earnestly.
"Unfortunately that's what you are," he insisted, "you don't mean to be, baby. But that's the way it is."
"Maybe you're right," she said, "maybe I should quit teaching."
"Oh my gosh," he exclaimed, "what in the world could you teach?"
"Ancient history," she replied.
"There's one area of ancient history that you would be superb in," he chuckled. "The orgies. Those old Romans knew how to have a good time with their bodies, didn't they?"
"I'm not much of an orgy girl," Alice insisted, "I'm a one-on-one girl."
"You'll get over that quick enough once you go to a party where men are going ape over you," he told her. "I had a client who never could be happy unless she had three men. One for each hole."
"That would be exciting," Alice admitted.
"If you want me to give you some names of men who like to swing that way, I would be happy to. It isn't that I provide a regular service or anything, but I like to spread cheer where I can."
"You're so thoughtful," she told him gratefully.
He went to his file and brought out three names for her.
"These three men are crazy about having sex with one woman," he told her. "They're well-to-do men. And they'll pay you well."
"But I don't do it for the money," Alice insisted. "I do it for the pleasure."
"That may be true," he admitted candidly, "but they would never believe it. So it's better if you make them pay when they play."
"Why do people have to be so morbidly materialistic?" she asked.
"That's the way the world is," he told her. "People don't seem to understand the sensitive nature of a woman like you who just enjoys being balled. They always figure she's got an angle."
"I have no angles," Alice said sadly. "I'm an open book. Anybody can read me."
"That's what I'm worried about," Mr. Jason told her. "I'm afraid that your principal and some of the faculty have read you. I'm afraid that you are considered a dangerous female."
"Dangerous?" she shuddered, "why on earth would I be dangerous?"
"An oversexed woman is a dangerous threat wherever she exists," Mr. Jason shook his head. "I've dealt with too many who've come through my office. They'll never leave me alone. They insist on sucking on my cock until I'm fearful that they will suck the damn thing off."
"You poor soul," she told him, "how you suffer. And you suffer so beautifully."
"I think you're making light of a serious matter," Mr. Jason said as he put his shorts back on.
Pulling back on his pants and getting into his shirt he hastily scrawled out a bill and handed it to her.
"You don't mean you're going to charge me, do you?" she shuddered.
"Of course I am," he told her, "and I have every right to. I've given you good advice. You forced me to have sex with you."
At this point Alice Turner was so angry that she didn't know what to do. She threw the money at him, as she put on her panties, her bra and finished dressing.
"Take care," Mr. Jason called after her when she left.
When she got back to her apartment the phone was ringing. It was the principal. "I've got to see you as soon as possible," he said in a serious voice.
"Can't it wait until tomorrow?" Alice asked evasively.
"I'm afraid not," he told her.
A meeting was arranged at a nearby coffee shop. With fear in her heart Alice Turner went to meet him.
When she got there the principal was sitting alone. She sat down beside him and he nodded. Immediately two vice officers appeared. And behind them was the girls' vice principal.
"We have signed confessions," he told her, "from two young boys who claim that you molested them."
"This is a serious charge," the girls' vice principal informed her. "Of course, your teaching career is over. Let's hope you don't have to spend too long in jail."
"Thanks for your concern," Alice said, "of course the signed statements are lies."
"You can tell it to the judge," the vice officer told her.
Alice shuddered as she walked out of the restaurant with all eyes focused on her. Bitterly she wept as she was booked at the downtown jail.
When she was alone in her cell she had time to think about what she had done. Vainly she regretted what she had done in the past. But in the future she knew no teenage boys would be on her sex schedule. That was one thing the teacher had learned.
