Most of us lead two lives-real and fantasy. The housewife imagines herself leading a life of luxury, surrounded by furs and jewels. The businessman imagines himself far away from the rat race, fishing or painting by a quiet lake. The schoolboy dreams of someday having wealth or power. And then there are sexual fantasies-wild dreams that we seldom expect to come true.
Is it best to suppress our desires and fantasies, or to bring them out into the open and act upon them? Does their repression lead to sickness, or their fulfillment bring shame? No one has yet been able to answer these questions satisfactorily.
In TEACHER GOES WILD, each person has their own sexual fantasy. Most decide to readily abandon their inhibitions, though it takes a little longer for young teacher, Gale Simms. She at first tries to repress her desires, but eventually decides to face them in an inevitable situation that she cannot control. All morals are cast aside in her quest for total fulfillment.
But is she truly fulfilled? You be the judge.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
As her students opened their books and began to read silently, Gale Simms let out a quiet sigh of relief, pleased her first lecture as a new teacher was over, even more pleased that it had come off without any disciplinary problems or other interruptions. Luck seemed to be with her. These were all freshman, all honor students, and this was the first day of summer school. Having spent her last three years of high school at an all-girl religious institution, and her four years of college and one year of graduate school at an all-girl religious university, she had been spared all contact
with the male sex, and now even these young adolescent boys impressed her as being alien and somewhat dangerous, well-behaved though they were.
She wondered if anybody had ever informed these kids, girls included, that jeans and cutoffs and disheveled hair did little to impress a teacher. Nor did sprawling in their desks impress one. Was there no dress code here at Eagle High School? She'd have to find out. Until then, she would make no issue about dress, and whenever, if ever, she did suggest that her students spruce up their appearance, she would to do it tactfully, coaxingly. She didn't want to antagonize any of her students-especially the boys.
She opened her top, right-hand desk drawer and picked a tissue out of the packet, using it to dab the perspiration off her forehead. It was quite hot. That she had to admit. Her navy-blue pant-suit with matching jacket, though smart, were not exactly suited to the sultry summer weather out here on the plains of the southern Midwest. In a way she envied the coolly dressed students before her. She'd expected the school to have central air-conditioning. Had she known about the classrooms here, with their wide-open windows through which rushed hot air smelling of dry grasses, she would have put on a skirt and blouse this morning. As quietly as she could, she removed her jacket, aware of a trickle of perspiration sliding down her upper chest and between her well-developed tits. As she hung her jacket on the chair's backrest, she became uneasily aware that she was being watched.
The boys were all staring at her, their big eyes focused on her as if she were a specimen in a zoo cage. Their mass hypnotic gaze was focused on her white blouse, on her chest, on her tits. She felt her face blaze with heat, knew it was turning perfectly red.
"All finished with your novel, students?" She glared back at them, watching them all shove their noses back into "The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn." She continued staring, daring any of them to look up again. How dare the little devils look at her like that! Her mother certainly had been right in sending her to those all-girl schools. Men and boys were all alike. They only thought about one thing, only wanted one thing. Animals! They were all animals, including her father, especially her father.
It had taken her years to realize that Mother was right. Dad was no good. Dad was responsible for what had happened. Mother was justified in divorcing him, would have been justified in sending him to prison, but had chosen not to do so to avoid public scandal.
Dad got what he deserved. Gale realized that now. Divorce, plus a lifetime of alimony and child-support payments, that's what he got, that's what he deserved.
"All right, young man, bring that book here!" Gale checked the seating chart. "Jimmy Johnson, come up here at once!"
As the bespectacled young boy clambered red-face out of his desk and stumbled up the aisle from the back of the room, a few of the other students snickered. Gale was about to snap at them when she noticed the huge bulge in Jimmy Johnson's pants. She gawked at the swelling, knowing full well what it was. Even though she hadn't seen such a thing in over ten years, it was no foreign sight to her. As she tore her gaze away from the disgusting bulge, she noticed that half the girls in class were staring at it.
"I asked you people before if you were finished with your novel. If not, I suggest you get reading. We're having a quiz tomorrow on the first six chapters."
The snickering stopped instantly. All the students stared at her as if she'd just announced the beginning of World War III. She stared back at them, although embarrassed by her bitchiness. What had happened to her resolution to use tact, to not antagonize her students? The last thing she wanted to do was develop a reputation as a bitch. As the students' heads plunged into their books again, she sighed, then stood up and led Jimmy Johnson out into the hall.
One look at the book he'd been reading and she was at a lose for words. "Fanny Hill." She'd never read the book, but she'd heard of it.
"Where did you get this?" she asked at last, knowing she was as red-facing as the freshman boy before her.
He muttered something about his father's bookcase.
"Do you find such trash more interesting than the book I've assigned you?"
"No." The boy gazed at the floor, hands over his groin in a vain attempt to hide the obscene bulge in his jeans.
"Well, you must, young man. Why else would you be pouring over this filth when you've been assigned 'Huckleberry Finn?' " You could have at least hid the filthy book better, she thought, then realized he'd probably become so involved with "Fanny Hill" that he'd let the other book slip away from in front of it.
"Already read 'Huck Finn,' " the boy mumbled. "Last year."
Did she detect a slight note of hostility in his voice?
"Well, it won't you hurt you to read it again," she said. "Now get back to your desk."
He glanced up at her as if he hadn't heard her correctly. "That's all?" There was the hint of a smile behind his look of surprise.
"All for the moment-until I decide what should be done about this incident. If you behave yourself the rest of the term, perhaps we'll just forget this ever happened."
The boy looked at the book, then up at her again. "What about my dad's book?"
"I'm confiscating it for the time being. Perhaps I'll return it to your father-in person."
The kid went pale.
"Perhaps, if you behave, I'll return the book to you to put it back where it belongs."
He held out his hand. "I'll behave. I promise."
"Later," she said. "Your actions, not your words, will prove your sincerity to me." "Yes, Ma'am."
Gale couldn't be sure of it, maybe it was her imagination, but she thought she saw the boy steal a quick glance at her tits before he wheeled around and returned to class.
Gale was later seated on a toilet in the basement lavatory, debating whether to go up to lunch or to just sit here and enjoy the coolness.
to The basement seemed at least twenty degrees cooler than the first and second floors of the school, and it was blessedly quiet. All the screaming kids were up in the first-floor lunchroom, which was one reason she'd fled down here, just to get away from them for a few minutes.
She opened her purse for her powder compact and saw the yellow cover of "Fanny Hill" staring her in the face. As if it were contaminated, she pulled the book out with two fingers, wishing she could simply drop it in the toilet and flush it away forever, like her piss. At random, she opened the book and read a few lines. Disgusted, she slapped it shut. It's a crime, she thought, words like that in print! How could anybody write such filth?
"Hey, you sure it's all right? I mean-" "Come on, silly. Safest place in this rathole. Nobody comes down here."
"Except girls like you."
The girl giggled. "Come on, before I go bananas."
The outer door of the lavatory closed. There was a click. "Hey, it locks!"
"Of course," said the girl. "They had girls like me in mind when they build this rat-trap."
Gale was shocked. Some girl was bringing a boy in here. How could it be?
H "Bend over, baby, I want your ass."
"Cool it a second, bullnuts. One last precaution."
Through the crack between her stall door and the frame, Gale could see the girl squat down to look under the row of toilet stalls. Gale immediately raised her feet and legs so the girl couldn't see them, so her stall would appear empty. For some irrational reason, she felt embarrassed, almost guilty being down here. She didn't want to be caught.
"What did I tell ya?" the girl said. "Nobody comes down here. We got the place all to ourselves.
The boy let out a moaning sigh, wrapping his arms around the girl as he pressed up against her and began kissing her; Their lips made obscene smacking, slurping noises. The boy rammed his tongue down the girl's throat. They moaned together.
Gale let her feet down quietly, leaning forward so she could peek more closely through the crack. Her heart slammed so loudly, she was sure the couple could hear it. Pressing her eye nearer to the crack, she could see the couple clearly and fully against the backdrop of concrete-block walls and white porcelain sinks. Oddly, there were no mirrors in this lavatory. From her dimly lit stall, Gale was able to view the couple as if they were on a brightly lit stage, was able to hear them in the echo-chamber room as if through loudspeakers.
The girl thrust her hand between their loins, rubbing fiercely. "Oh, your cock is so big and hard! Mmn, I want it, I want it!"
"Christ!" The boy stood there panting as the girl fumbled with his zipper.
"Take off your shirt," the girl panted. "Take off all your clothes!"
"Yours, too, pussy. I want you naked as a jaybird." The boy peeled off his T-shirt over his head, dropping it on the concrete floor. He used his feet to pry off his leather athletic shoes, under which he wore no socks. "Oh, I want it!" The girl yanked down the boy's pants, falling to her knees before him. "Mmm!" She grabbed his huge rigid prick in two hands and bent it down to her lips, lapping at his swollen, lube-dripping cockhead.
The boy jerked back, his freed prick slapping up against his muscular belly. "Gimme a break!" he said, breathless. "I almost blew it right there."
The girl chuckled. She stood up, slowly peeling off all her clothes while the boy kicked his pants off from around his ankles.
Gale realized she was sweating. Not only that, she was shaking so hard she feared she would fall off the toilet. Pussycream oozed like melted butter from between her swollen cuntlips. Her crotch burned. She couldn't take her gaze off the naked teenaged couple.
The girl kicked her jeans away, standing stark naked before the nude youth. They looked at each other, bodies and faces flushed. The boy's prick throbbed up and down heavily.
"Mmmm!" They both moaned and fell into each other's arms again, French kissing madly, hands roving up and down each other's back. The boy humped his prick against the girl's naked belly.
"Let me give you a blow job," the girl whispered. "I wanna suck your big cock. I wanna eat your cream."
"I wanna fuck your pussy," the boy growled into her ear. "From behind. Like a dog. Show me your ass."
"Let me suck it just for a minute."
"No way. I won't last a minute, once you get those hot lips around it. Let me fuck your pussy." The boy slid his middle finger down the girl's asscrack, then worked it between her legs, slipping it into her cunt.
"Ohhhh, Ben!" The girl shook in his arms, pussycream running out of her cunt, some of the thick, clear fluid trickling down her inner thighs like tears. "Ohhhh, Ben, fuck me!"
"That's what I like to hear." The boy grinned as he slipped his finger out of her cunt.
"Bend over." As the girl turned away from him, he sucked her pussycream off his finger and simultaneously massaged his throbbing cock. "Mmn, what a beautiful ass!"
The girl braced her hands on her knees, bent over and squatted slightly, her back arched, her ass turned up. Her brunette hair fell along her cheeks and hung in front of her dangling, well-developed tits. Her nipples were swollen and appeared almost purple, about the same color as the youth's prickhead.
"Slide it in there," she panted. "Quick, before I go crazy!"
The boy stepped up behind her, mounting her. He slid his big cock up and down her cunt-slit, greasing his prickhead with her juices. "Christ, you're all wet!"
"That's because I want youuu!" the girl moaned. "Shove it innn!"
"Trish!" the youth moaned, fucking his hard cock into the girl. "Ohhh, Trish!"
The girl shivered, her eyes rolling. "Fuck, oh, fuck!"
The youth gripped her hips, growling as he ground his hard belly against her naked ass, churning his cock inside her. "Juicy bitch, juicy hot bitch!"
"Bang me," Trish said, jerking her ass, fucking her cunt on his cock. "Fuck me hard!"
The boy looked dazed, drunk as he eased all but the head of his prick out of her, then drove it back in with a corkscrew motion, slamming his abdomen against her ass. "Ahhhh!"
The girl's toes curled, her eyes rolling back. "Ohhh, Ben, fuck me deep, fuck me hard!"
"Yeahhh, I'll fuck ya, ya hot little bitch, I'll fuck ya all right, yeahhhhh!" The boy eased into a rhythm, driving his cock in at about two strokes per second. His hard belly smacked her ass, clapping out the beats. His heavy balls swung.
The girl wiggled her ass, panting, grunting with each corkscrewing thrust. Pussyjuice continued to dribble out of her reamed-out fuckhole, some of it dripping from the youth's ivory-white fucker as it pumped in and out, some of it trickling over the boy's brown balls, some of it running down the girl's quivering legs.
"You're so hot and wet in there," the boy mumbled, digging his fingers into the girl's hips and banging her ass harder, reaming out her cunt deeper. His prick made obscene squishing sounds in her clutching pussyhole.
"And your prick is so big and hard and hot. Oooh, I can hardly stand it!" The girl tossed her head from side to side, churned her ass against the youth's grinding belly. Her tits swung and jiggled.
Gale couldn't help herself. Disgusting as she knew it was, she wiggled her middle finger up into her pussy, feeling her cunt suck at her finger like a mouth. Her hairy cuntlips had swollen hugely. Her clit jabbed at her sliding finger like a hot little worm. A few drops of pussycream splashed into the toilet. She finger fucked herself faster, wriggling her finger as she jerked it in and out. As much as she hated herself whenever she masturbated, she couldn't deny the physical pleasure it gave her.
"Take my big cock," the boy growled. "Fuck my big cock!"
"Give it to me!" the girl gasped. "Come on, Ben, fuck me!"
"Yeahhhh, fuck!" The boy arched his back, threw his head back, drove forward at the loins, directing all the power of his body through his big pistoning cock. He chewed his lips as he banged her ass again and again, sending vibrations through her naked body.
"Feels so good! Mmn, fuck me, fuck me!" The girl played with her tits with one hand, caressing pinching and tweaking the nipples. "Make me come, you big horny stud! I wanna feel your cum shoot deep up my cunt!"
"Love that ass!" the boy muttered. "Love that sexy bitch ass!" He thrust a finger into his mouth, then brought it, dripping with spit, down to the girl's ass. Without stopping his cunt-fucking, he roughly shoved his finger between her asscheeks and forced it up her asshole.
"Eeeeeh!" The girl arched her back, her eyes rolling.
The youth pistoned his finger, using it to fuck her ass while his prick reamed out her cunt.
"Oh, Ben, you know I can't stand that!" the girl gasped. "Oh, Ben, oh, uh!"
"Hot bitch ass!" the boy growled, ramming both his finger and his cock in and out of her fuckholes. "Mmn, feels so good, feels so good!"
The girl appeared to dance. Bent over, her tits flopping this way and that, she wiggled her ass madly, her toes clutching at the concrete, her weight shifting from one foot to the other alternately. "Ohhhh, Ben!"
"Christ, feel them holes suck, Christ!" The boy looked delirious. His loins jerked, his hand twisted back and forth. "Fuck that cunt, screw that ass!"
Gale plunged her finger in and out of her madly sucking cunt, twisting it this way and that, just as the boy was twisting his finger in and out of the girl's asshole. Her hand was drenched with warm pussycream. The aroma of cunt rose in the cool air of the stall like steam. She could hear her finger squishing inside her juicy fuckhole, and she knew the couple would be able to hear her masturbating if they weren't making so much noise themselves. The sensations screwing through her loins made her want to moan out loud, but she bit her lips, forcing herself to remain quiet.
The teenaged girl danced, jerking and churning her naked ass, fucking the boy's cock. Her body flushed a deeper red by the second. She looked as if she'd lost her mind. Suddenly, her body shuddered, her eyes rolling back to white slits. Pussycream gushed out of her. "I'm coming, I'm coming!"
"Ohhhh, yeahhhhh!" the youth groaned. "Mmn, fuck that cock!" He ripped his finger out of her asshole, then plunged it into his mouth. At the same time, he rammed his cock up her spasming pussy to the very hilt and clutched her vibrating ass to his abdomen, grinding his belly madly against her naked ass. His eyes rolled and his body began to jerk spastically. "Ahhhh, ohhhhhh!"
"Shoot it!" the moaning girl gasped. "Spurt it in there! Oh, God!"
The boy sucked the girl's assjuices off his finger, then wrapped both of his arms around her quivering loins, hugging her ass to his abdomen as he pumped his cum-load up her contracting pussy. He fell forward over her, lap- ping at the smooth skin of her upper back and neck, drooling on her as he fucked his cum into her body.
"Ohhhhhh!" the couple moaned in unison, their eyes rolled back as if they were on the verge of death, their teenaged loins jerking, their naked bodies vibrating.
Gale's cunt contracted with maddening tension and fuck-sensation, contracted so hard she thought it would bite off her finger. Needles of hot pleasure drilled through her fuckhole, exploding in all directions through her loins. Her toes curled in her shoes. Pussycream ran like hot spit into her hand. She braced herself, stifling her need to cry out, fighting to maintain her balance on the toilet to cry out, fighting to maintain her balance on the toilet as her orgasm overwhelmed her.
Feels so good! she thought. There's nothing like it in the world. Why does it have to feel so good? She was still shivering with spasms when Ben dismounted Trish, hauling his big dripping cock out of her cunt.
Trish spun around, falling on her knees, grabbing his half-hard fucker, lapping the cum and pussycream off it. He watched her lap at his cock until it was clean, then tried to push her away.
"Lay off, will ya, I'm hungry!"
The girl hung on. "So am I. Let me eat it."
"But I'm hungry. Wanna get some lunch."
"It'll only take a few minutes. Come on, Ben!" The girl jerked her hands up and down the boy's slippery cock, getting it hard again while she lapped at his balls.
"Shit, I wanna-" The boy's words became a groan as his cock hardened to a full throbbing erection again.
"You wanna what?" The girl gazed up at him, licking her lips, massaging his cock with one hand while she squeezed and tickled his balls with the other.
"Shut up and eat that thing," the boy said, stretching upward with his arms as he thrust his loins forward. Sweat trickled from his hairy armpits. His prick resembled an ivory billyclub with an apple jammed on the end of it. "Go on, lick it, suck it."
Trish giggled, bending the youth's cock down so she could wrap her lips around it. She swallowed the knob, then pushed her lips down around his prickshaft as his cockhead sank into her throat.
Ben moaned, stroking her brunette head. "Yeahh, suck that thing! Use your tongue on it. Make it feel real good." His hands tightened on her head and he drove his cock down her throat to the hilt, mashing her nose with his hairy groin.
The girl choked, her face flushing purple, spit gushing from her mouth and drenching the youth's swollen balls. As the boy released her head, she gagged a few times, then moaned and began to bob her head, smacking her lips, gurgling in her throat.
"That's it, babe, that's it." The youth rested his hands on his hips and watched her blow him. Within moments he began to rock his loins, working his huge prick between her lips as she bobbed her head and sucked. "Lick it a lot. I like to have it licked." He gasped. "Yeah, right there, oh, yeah!"
Gale watched, both fascinated and shocked. How could that girl do such a thing, suck on that big slab of smelly fuckmeat? The girl had begged to do it, no less. How could she?
"Mmm!" the girl cooed, sucking and slurping, smacking her lips, drooling all over the youth's sliding cock. She gazed up at him as she sucked his fucker, and he gazed back down at her, a pleased smirk on his face.
"Way to suck, you little mink. Do a good job and I'll let you suck it at least once a week."
The girl giggled, pulling away from his cock so she could lick his balls some more, bathing them with her warm spit. She massaged the boy's cock as she sucked his balls, holding his big fucker up against his belly and rubbing her hand up and down its underside. As she rotated her thumb against the rear of his knob, the youth moaned and his fucklube bubbled out, greasing her thumb some more.
"Like that, huh?" The girl grinned, kissing each of his big balls, then bending his prick down again so she could suck it some more. As her lips closed around his cockhead, the boy sighed. Slowly, she sank her mouth and throat on his big cylinder of hard prick meat, swallowing it to the root once again.
"Ohhhh, yeahhh, yeahhhhh!" The youth tossed his head from side to side, wiggling his hips as his cock moved in and out of the girl's hot, sucking mouth.
The youth's muscular toes curled under. All the muscles of his body stood out in relief. "Lick the magic spot, baby, lick it now!"
The girl cooed excitedly, smacking her lips around the boy's prickhead, sucking, licking.
"Churn that tongue, oh, Christ!" The boy was shaking, his entire body tense. The veins on his prickshaft bulged. "Here it comes! Oh, Christ, here it comes!"
The girl pumped the youth's shuddering cock with both hands while she sucked and licked his cock head. As the boy grunted, his ass bucking, she choked, then swallowed quickly.
"Ohhhh, suck it out!" the boy moaned, shooting his cum in the girl's mouth. "Eat it!"
His flexing cock broke free of the girl's grasp and suddenly was shooting thick white gobs of cum on her face.
She caught his flexing prick a second later, impaling her mouth on it, sucking the rest of the spurting cum down her throat as the youth grunted again and again, pumping it out.
"Ahhhhhh, yeahhhhhh!" the boy moaned. "Yeah.hhhhhhh!"
Ben finished shooting, then stood there as if dizzy and trying to regain his balance. Trish stood up, wiping the cum off her face and licking it off her fingers.
She smacked her lips. "Thanks for the lunch, stud."
Ben grinned. "Bitch. Never knew you were such a bitch."
"Wish you would have found out sooner, don't ya?" The girl spread her legs, looking down at herself. "How in the world am I gonna get dressed, all sticky like this?"
"Go wash up at the sink."
Trish smiled, running her tongue along her lips.
"Oh, all right!" the boy said. "You tell anybody about this, I'll kill ya." He dropped down on his hands and knees in front of her and began to lick the pussycream off her legs.
Trish sighed as the youth lapped at her from her knees to her crotch. She grabbed his head then, pulling it between her legs, forcing his mouth against her wet pussy. "If you're so hungry, how about a little hair pie?"
"Bitch!" the youth growled, sucking on her crotch. "Dirty bitch!" He shoved his tongue up inside her.
"Oh, Ben, do it!" The girl wiggled her ass, fucking herself on the youth's wriggling tongue.
Gale watched with absolute disbelief. The muscular stud was on his knees in front of the naked girl, sucking out her crotch as if it were a succulent, ripe slice of fruit. As he ate her pussy, he jerked on his cock, masturbating himself.
"Mm, pussy!" he muttered, slurping, sucking, munching.
"Eat it!" Trish gasped, playing with her tits. "Make me come!"
The boy twisted his head, sucking hard on the girl's open crotch. It appeared that he was screwing his nose up inside her. His hand became a blur on his cock as he ate pussy and jacked himself off.
"Oooh, that's so good! Mmn!" The girl's eyes rolled. She lifted her heavy tits with her hands and lapped at them, got one of her juicy purple nipples in her mouth and sucked on it as the boy sucked on her clit and drilled his wet tongue inside her.
"Come, you bitch!" the youth growled. "Come on, baby, come on!" He slurped loudly at her juice-dripping crotch, eating her pussycream, lapping like a dog at the hairy, blood-swollen lips of her cunt. He fastened his lips between her throbbing cuntlips, vacuuming out her fuckhole. Pussyjuice ran down his chin and neck.
"Oooh, Godddd!" The girl's eyes turned back into her skull. Her body shook all over. "Ohhhh, Ben, I'm coming!" She moaned softly to herself as the spasms of pleasure overwhelmed her.
The boy munched on her contracting cunt, churning his tongue between her spasming pussylips, eating her hot juices. His own body started to jerk and suddenly gobs of cum spurted out onto the concrete floor. He groaned as his orgasm whirled through his bucking loins.
A few minutes later the naked couple stood at the wash basins, cleaning the fuck-juices off themselves. "Christ, three times," the boy said. "Bitch nympho. Made me come three times."
The girl slapped his tight ass. "You wanted it as much as I did, buster. Admit it."
"All I'll admit is that I'm hungry enough to eat anything. If I missed lunch on account of you, I'll slice off one of them over-sized tits and devour it."
They dressed hurriedly and left.
Gale let out her breath. She realized she'd been hardly breathing, afraid the couple might hear her and discover her. She wouldn't have been able to stand the embarrassment of being caught playing voyeur. She adjusted her clothing and unlatched the door of the toilet stall, flushing the toilet behind her. As she stepped out, she felt as if she'd just been freed from solitary confinement.
The youth's cum lay in thick splashes on the concrete floor. Gale's first impulse was to look for some toilet paper so she could wipe the disgusting stuff up. As she squatted to do just that, however, she found herself dipping an index finger into the cool, sticky fluid. She brought her finger to her nose and sniffed.
She couldn't believe she was doing this!
She shoved her finger in her mouth and sucked it clean, tasting the youth's cum, eating it at the same way that teenaged slut had eaten it. As she swallowed, her cunt contracted.
Oh, God, help me! she thought.
She crouched down then like a cat, lapping the youth's creamy jism off the concrete. Her pussy and asshole throbbed.
I'm an animal, she told herself-or a raving lunatic. What am I doing? Oh, God, what am I doing?
CHAPTER TWO
It was midnight when Gale switched on her bed lamp. She'd been lying in bed for over an hour, tossing and turning in the night's stillness. The scent of hay fields slipped through the open window and lingered in the air of her bedroom. She heard a dog barking somewhere. She slipped off her chemise, feeling somewhat self-conscious, although there was no one to see her in her nakedness. The chemise was just plain uncomfortable on this warm night. She hadn't thought to buy a fan.
Stop making excuses, she told herself. Sleeping in the nude was perfectly permissible when it was a matter of comfort.
She switched off her lamp, then switched it on again five minutes later. Damn, it was going to be one of those nights. She just knew it. If she could just stop thinking, she'd be all right. That was easier wished than done, however, especially after what had happened today.
First there was the Jimmy Johnson incident, then the shocker in the basement bathroom. She still wasn't sure she hadn't imagined the second incident. The Jimmy Johnson affair had been real. His confiscated book now lay beside her on the nightstand, its gaudy yellow cover seeming to flash, trying to get her attention as she glimpsed it from the corner of her eye. But that scene with Ben and Trish, had it really happened? The teenaged couple, looking innocent and sober, had appeared in her senior English class after lunch. No one would have guessed the disgusting acts they had performed in the downstairs restroom during the lunch hour. Gale would have dismissed the scene she'd witnessed in the bathroom as hallucinatory if the taste of the youth's cum didn't still linger in her mouth, if the scent of it didn't still fill her head. She had never tasted cum before, had never smelled it. How could she have imagined it? No, that affair that happened. She had hallucinated nothing.
She closed her eyes, immediately able to see the naked teenaged couple, Ben's cock fucking into Trish's cunt, Trish sucking Ben's cock, his cum spurting on her flushed face, Ben munching on Trish's cunt while his third cum-load splatted onto the gray concrete floor. Gale's cunt contracted as she squeezed her naked legs together.
Damn it, she couldn't get that filthy scene out of her mind. Flustered, she mindlessly snatched a book off her nightstand, cracked it open and began to read. Her eyes scanned several lines before she realized what book she'd picked up. Fanny Hill was having her pussy stuffed by an older gentleman, her quim-lips quite aflame with pleasure. Gale slammed the book shut.
How could anybody write such filth? How could it get published? It was disgusting, maddening!
Gale opened the book again, searching for the place she'd left off reading. She wanted to check a line, something Fanny was saying about how she enjoyed being pleasured by this older man. She found it, and began to read.
Ten minutes later, the chapter over with, the older gentleman's second or third load of hot cum dripping from Fanny's well-fucked cunt-hole, Gale closed the book and she dropped it on her nightstand. The bedsheets were moist under her ass. Her pussy was leaking. Her cunt-slabs had swollen like big hairy lips. Her prickling fuckhole steamed.
She wanted to be fucked. God, how she wanted to, needed to be fucked! It had been over ten years since she'd felt a hard cock inside her, over ten long years. Fanny was getting cock, Trish was getting it. Gale Simms should be getting it, too. Fucking might be dirty, disgusting, sinful, but God how she needed it!
Relaxing back on her pillow, her middle finger slipping inside her cunt, Gale closed her eyes and let the memory of ten years ago slip into her consciousness. Despite her repression of the memory, the images came startlingly clear into her mind's eye. It was as if she were ten years younger again. It was as if she were there.
Gale had let out a startled gasp before she recognized her father in the new hot-tub. "Daddy, what are you doing here?"
Up to his nipples in the steaming water, water droplets glinting on the dark hairs of his muscular chest, he smiled at her warmly. "I live here, remember?"
Gale let the door behind her swing shut, then immediately grabbed the handle again to open it. "I mean, I didn't expect you home at this hour."
"Store's shut down for inventory today. We got done earlier than expected."
"Oh." Gale pushed the door open. Dressed only in her bathrobe, with nothing underneath, she felt self-conscious.
"Don't leave on account of me, young lady. There's room in here for the two of us."
"I can wait, Dad."
"Don't be silly. This is a communal tub."
Gale giggled. "All right, but let me go do something first."
"What, put on some swimming outfit? This is a hot-tub, not a swimming pool. You're supposed to soak in the nude."
"But, Dad-" "You think I'm wearing anything?"
Gale was speechless. At the same time, she felt a flicker of excitement in her loins at the realization that her father was stark naked in the tub.
"Get in, silly girl. I'll even close my eyes 'til you're in up to your neck."
Gale's excitement increased. "Promise?"
Her dad closed his eyes. "Let me know when you're in."
"I don't think Mom would-" "Forget Mom for once, will you? If it were up to your mother, short-sleeve shirts would be banned as indecent. All females would dress like nuns. Besides, Mom isn't here. She's at work, torturing patients with hypodermic needles."
"All right, but keep your eyes closed." "Get in, for christsake, before I fall asleep."
Trembling slightly, her cuntlips moist and tingly, Gale untied her bathrobe. She kept his eyes on her father's eyelids, trying to detect the least movement. When she was sure he wasn't going to look, she let the robe slide to the floor of the hot-tub room and slipped into the water, gasping as the hot liquid engulfed her to j the neck.
Her dad opened his eyes. "Well, praise the \ Lord!"
"You weren't supposed to look until I told | you."
"Thought I heard you say open up. So, how I did school go?"
"Fine. I think I'm going to make the cheerleading team."
"Well, good for you!" Her dad shifted in the water, sweat dripping off his forehead. "Christ, I'm starting to wilt a little." He stood up, the water's surface surrounding his waist. The water beaded on his muscles like oil. Gale's gaze was drawn to her father's navel, to the line of dark fur that descended from it and into the water. She almost wished the lights in here were brighter. Maybe then she'd be able to see past the surface of the water and discover what was hidden there. She realized the idea was wicked, but she couldn't prevent it from popping into her mind. Her dad caught her looking, smiled at her, and she quickly glanced away.
"Gotta cool off," he said, and without even asking her to close her eyes, he pushed himself up out of the sunken tub, resting his naked ass on the concrete floor and letting his legs dangle down into the water.
"Daddy, what are you-" "Ahhh, feels better. You can't stay in there too long at one time or you start drooping like a wax candle in a hot attic."
Gale kept her eyes averted. She could make out her father's muscular figure in her peripheral vision, however. Something long and dark seemed to be dangling from his crotch, but she didn't dare look more closely-even though she was dying to peek.
Her dad suddenly lay back completely on the floor, putting his forearm over his eyes. He was lying out flat, only his legs bent and dangling into the hot tub. "Pardon me if I take a little snooze, darling."
As her dad began to breathe deeply and rhythmically, Gale couldn't resist looking at him. She caught her breath when she spotted his cock. It resembled a big, fat-headed snake hanging over the edge of the tub. A thick vein appeared to throb down the center of it. A drop of water, like piss, dripped from the end of it, which dangled only inches from the surface of the water. It was so big! Gale had never imagined men's cocks were that big. It almost frightened her to look at it, knowing what it was designed for. At the same time, though, she felt a maddening rush of tension and tingles in her cunt. She shimmied her legs together, her face flushing as hot as the rest of her body.
Her father made a soft grunt, as if he were having a dream. His prick twitched, and suddenly it was swelling, lengthening, thickening, getting hard, getting straight and stiff, standing up. As his cock throbbed up heavily, then plopped down on the man's hairy abdomen, Gale held her breath, shocked and excited beyond belief. The huge fucker throbbed against the man's belly, his huge hairy balls rolling slowly in their dark sac.
Gale shivered with such excitement, she thought she was going to pass out. She could hardly swallow, her throat was so dry. Mechanically, her hand moved down to her crotch and she slipped her middle finger up her cunt, jerking it in and out, trying to relieve herself of the maddening fuck-itch that saturated her blood-engorged fuckmeat.
She had been told about cocks by her girlfriends, had been told about how they got big and hard, but nothing she'd imagined had prepared her for the sight before her. It was so big, so dangerous looking! And that was the thing that was supposed to fuck a girl? God, how could a girl take it?
Strange, though, that as much as the idea of getting fucked frightened her, it also excited her unbearably. She wanted that big hot cock, wanted more than anything to feel it inside her young pussy. Even if it was her father's cock, she didn't care about that now. And in a way, she even delighted in the idea of getting fucked by her own father. The wickedness of the idea added to her excitement.
She moved closer to her father, crossing the tub quietly. His cock and balls appeared to grow with every step she took. Trembling so hard she could hardly stand up, she leaned close to inspect her father's fuck-equipment. The musky aroma of her father's balls made her dizzy. She jerked her finger in and out of herself, her cuntlips contracting, her pussy sucking from her excitement. Suddenly, a whirlwind of sensation rushed through her loins and she began to writhe with orgasm, and she plunged her face into her father's hairy ballsac, sucking and licking his balls as if she couldn't control herself.
Her father jerked upright, his heavy prick banging her in the forehead. "Baby!" he growled. "Oh, baby!"
He slid into the tub with her, lifting her shuddering young body, shoving his hot cock between her legs as her finger slipped out of her cunt and working his huge prickhead between her spasming pussylips. Gale shivered in her father's big hands, her arms around his neck, her legs around his waist. The feel of her dad's throbbing prickhead between her pussylips renewed her orgasm, and she moaned loudly, letting it come.
"Hot baby!" her dad muttered. "Oh, Jesus, what a mink!" Clutching her tightly, he thrust upward, fucking his huge cock up her spasming cunt.
Gale screamed as something snapped in her pussy. She saw flashes of light deep in her brain and suddenly she knew she was going to pass out. There was nothing she could do to prevent it.
She regained consciousness seconds, maybe minutes later. For a moment, she almost shrieked with terror, wrapped in the hairy, sweaty embrace of her grunting father, but her shriek became a gasp, then a series of gasps.
Her dad's hard prick knifed in and out of her pussyhole, feeling hotter than the water in which her legs and ass were dipped. Her loins flamed inside, tightening and itching with renewed lust. Her pussy sucked at her dad's cock, contracting with each of his in-out movements. Moaning, she squirmed against her muscular father, rubbing her hot tits against his chest, wiggling her ass in his hands. It felt so good, she could hardly stand it. "Baby, we're fucking!" her dad breathed. "Feel good, baby, feel good?"
"Ohhh, Daddy!" Gale was almost out of her mind with pleasure. She'd never dreamed fucking would feel this good. This was a hundred times better than pumping a skinny finger in her pussyhole. Her dad's cock felt like a gigantic hot snake as it slipped in and out of her, rubbing the sensitive walls of her pussy, torturing her clit, pumping her loins full of new fuck-tension. "Oh, Daddy, fuck me, fuck meeeee!"
"Christ!" Her dad's eyes looked as if they were going to pop out. He crushed her in his arms, thrusting his muscular loins between her legs, ramming his cock up into her cunt again and again and again. His hairy chest rubbed her tits, sending needles of pleasure whirling through her nipples.
Gale felt like a toy doll in his arms, felt weightless and completely under her father's control. He juggled her asscheeks, bouncing her up and down on his swelling prick. They grunted in unison, grunted again and again, his huge cock squishing in her seething fuckhole. Pussyjuice tinged with cherry-blood dribbled into the steaming water of the hot tub. Gale's pussy contracted repeatedly, massaging her father's throbbing cock, milking it, squeezing it.
"Oh, baby, your mother was never this hot, never a tenth this hot. Christ, where'd you learn to fuck like this?"
Gale didn't know how to answer that one. She'd never fucked before in her life. She didn't know anything about fucking. All she was doing was writhing with the pleasure her dad's cock pumped into her loins. She squirmed, her ass wiggling madly, her cunt quivering and contracting. The fuck-itch drove her crazy. She clung to her father, biting at his neck, digging her fingernails into his back.
"Just fuck me!" she growled, gnawing her father's salty neck-flesh. "Just fuck me!"
"Ohhhh, Christ!" Her dad shook, his legs quivering. Gale could tell he was fighting like hell to remain standing in the hot tub. "Baby, I can't hold it!" His face contorted as if with agony, his eyes rolled back to white slits.
Gale rubbed madly against him, making a tight fist of her cunt, bouncing up and down on his cock and trying to skin it alive. She felt his big fucker turn hard as stone, felt it swell and shudder.
"Ahhhhhhhhhh!" her father bellowed, and a torrent of scalding cum gushed into her. "Awwwwwwww!"
"Ohhhh, Daddy!" Gale thought she was going to scream with pleasure as her dad's cock bucked and contracted inside her. His spurts came hot and fast, flooding her virgin pussyhole in seconds, then leaking out into the water.
"Fuck!" her dad grunted, pumping his cum into her, driving his cockhead into the mouth of her womb. "Ohhh, baby!"
Gale reached a second orgasm immediately. The sensations coiled like a spring inside her, then exploded, saturating every cell of her young pussymeat, streaming through her contracting loins. She felt sucking sensations in her nipples, in her toes, in the tips of her fingers, and she clawed at her father's back, delirious with ecstasy. "Eeeeeeeeh!"
A few minutes later, Gale crawled out of the hot tub and wrapped herself in her robe to hide her nakedness. Shame filled her. Her dad didn't say a word as he watched her slip quickly out of the hot-tub room.
They avoided each other that evening, Gale sneaking out of the house and going alone to a movie. She tried not to think about what had happened, could hardly believe that it had actually happened. Walking home from the movie, though, she had to force herself not to waddle. Her pussy ached. Her dad had reamed her out good. When she undressed for bed, her panties were sticky with cum. She scrubbed them thoroughly in the bathroom sink, horrified by the idea of her mother ever discovering stains in her panties. That night, she went to bed early, before her mother had even come home from work at the hospital.
The next day in school, Debbie Westberg caught up to her in the hallway. "Hey, Simms, who was the guy?"
"What?" Gale felt herself blush from forehead to toes. "Who was the guy? Who did it?" Gale whirled around. She'd never been able to stand Debbie Westberg-the slut. "Shut up!" she whispered.
Debbie smirked. "Then tell me who did it to ya. I can always tell when a girl's been fucked the night before."
"Shut up!" Gale whispered, ready to slug her. Gale glanced furtively around herself at the hordes of kids making their way to class, glad for once that they were noisy as a herd of stampeding buffalo.
"Was it a big one?" Debbie said. "A real big hot one?"
"Ten inches," Gale said, grabbing at the first figure to come to mind.
"Ten inches? Oh, Christ! Must've been one of the seniors." Debbie appeared to be salivating.
"Maybe." Gale grinned suggestively, knowing that the only way she would get rid of Debbie would be to play along.
"Well who was it?" Debbie looked as if she were going to stamp her feet with impatience.
The bell rang. Gale whirled and ran for her classroom.
"Who was it?" Debbie demanded.
"Your father," Gale shouted back, then dove through the door of the classroom.
Gale avoided not only Debbie, but all her friends that day. She tried not to think about yesterday afternoon, but it wouldn't leave her mind, what had happened. By the end of the day, she was a nervous wreck, dreading the thought of going home, wishing she'd never have to go home again. She stayed extra-late at cheerleading practice, even though performing splits was an ordeal due to her sore cunt. She prayed that none of the other cheerleaders had noticed her stiffness in doing splits, that none of them suspected. Her only consolation was that a few of the other girls seemed to be stiff themselves, although she couldn't imagine that they'd been fucked, too. By the time she got home, her panties were sopping wet between the legs.
Dad wasn't home, thank God, and Mom had already left for work. Gale undressed in her bedroom, then went to the bathroom to shower. As the hissing shower gave off steam, and just as she was about to step under it, she changed her mind and turned off the water. Slipping on her robe, she went down to the hot-tub room. It would do her good to soak her sore cunt, she'd decided. It would also do her good to face up to the reality of what had happened. She couldn't go on hiding from it forever. She had to think about it. And what better place was there for her to face that reality but where the event had taken place?
The water nearly scalded her going in, but quickly tempered itself as she soaked, and within seconds she was luxuriating in the penetrating warmth. Her tits floated, her nipples shiny and beaded with water as they turned up from the water's surface. Even in the water, her cuntmeat felt greasy between the lips. As she gently rubbed her fuckmeat, it inflated even more with blood, puffing up and pulsating. The ache began to subside, as if dissolving into the hot water. Gale leaned back, relaxing as she half-massaged, half-masturbated herself.
Maybe it really wasn't that horrible a crime, she mused, fucking your father. Fucking was supposed to be a terrible sin, but then why did it feel so good? She couldn't think of another sin that made a person feel anywhere near so good. And did it really matter whom one fucked? If it was that bad, then did it really matter if a girl fucked her boyfriend or her own father? Fuck was fucking, wasn't it?
As she relaxed in the hot tub, kneading and rubbing her swollen pussymeat, Gale began to feel better about what had happened. She almost wished it would happen again, although she knew she couldn't let it. She'd been taken by surprise before. From now on she'd have to be prepared.
The door of the hot-tub room swung open, and in marched her father, stark naked, his huge fucker straight up in the air and wagging. Thick clear tears appeared to be leaking from the tip of it and dribbling down the back of the man's swollen prickhead. His balls looked enormous, swollen and hairy, bursting with cum.
"Baby!" he said, holding his arms out to her. "I had to leave work early. I couldn't wait. I had to have you again."
Gale was struck dumb. She froze where she sat, staring up at her father.
"Mmn, you gorgeous little mink!" Her father squatted at the edge of the hot tub, then dropped his feet and legs in and followed with the rest of his body. As he came to a standing rest on the floor of the tub, his prick broke the surface of the water, protruding several inches above it, his pisshole wide open and still leaking fucklube.
Gale broke out of her shock, feeling a surge of panic at the sight of her father's fistlike prickhead so close. Twisting away, she struggled up out of the tub and tried to scramble away like a slippery seal. Her father sloshed after her, pushing himself up out of the tub and catching her just as she was about to stand up and snatch her robe off the peg. As his big hands clamped around her hips, she gasped.
"Where ya going, silly little girl?" He rammed his burning cockhead against her cunt from behind, his fingers sinking into her belly-flesh his thumbs into her asscheeks.
"Daddy, please!"
He laughed. "Please what? Please fuck that tight little pussy of yours? With pleasure!" Rotating his ass, he twisted his huge slippery cockhead between her furry pussylips.
As his big prick knob slipped between them, Gale moaned softly, trembling all over. "Oh, Daddy, please don't! It's not-" Her dad's cock slipped several inches inside her, and her words became a gasp.
"Mmn, you're hot!" her father breathed. "Your pussy's dripping warm honey inside. Oh, Christ!" He thrust, burying every inch of his cock inside her. "Ahhhhh!"
Gale arched her back, her waist sucked in, her ass turned up high. Her pussy was stuffed so full of hot cock that she thought her loins would split apart. "Daddy! Oh, God, Daddy!" Every inch of her body prickled, and she shivered.
"Got ya like a little bitch dog, don't I?" her dad said, flexing his cock inside her and making her moan.
Gale couldn't say a word. All she could do was gasp, hot thrills surging through her teenaged flesh. As her father began to move, to fuck his thick cock slowly in and out of her, her ass wiggled spontaneously and pussycream leaked out of her clutching young cunt, some of it greasing her dad's big horny balls, some of it dribbling down the insides of her thighs.
Her dad rammed in, rubbing his hairy belly against her wiggling ass, twisting his prick knob in the mouth of her womb.
"Oh, Daddy, fuck me, fuck me!" The words burst out of her as the fuck-itch became unbearable in her pussyhole. "I want you to fuck me, Daddy, I want you to fuck me!" Her words excited her as she uttered them, and she squirmed, her tits wiggling, her ass gyrating, her young loins shot through with fuck-thrills.
"Jesus Christ, oh, fuck!" Her father yanked his cock almost completely out of her, then drove it back in, grunting as his abdomen collided with her wiggling ass. He yanked out, plunged in, yanked out, fucked in deep. "Ahhhh!"
Gale saw stars, thought she was going to collapse from weakness. Her arms and legs trembled fiercely. She was melting in her father's hands, her body saturated with pulsing sensation.
"Tight little bitch! Beautiful tight little bitch!" Her dad pounded her ass with his hard belly, fucking his cock faster in and out of her.
Gale grunted, gasped with each hard thrust, her head snapping, her body jolted, her tits flapping. As she moaned with pleasure, saliva bubbled from between her pink lips and she flicked it off with her tongue. She squealed as her dad's marble-hard prickshaft filed at her stiff clit. The fuck-itch shot like hot needles through her pussymeat. Her pussyhole clutched, sucking and massaging her dad's cock.
"Man, oh, maannn! What a fucking hot pussy, what a sexy little bitch, oh, mannn!" Her dad fucked into her faster and faster, his cock swelling and hardening inside her, his belly scouring her ass with its kinky hairs.
Gale felt her dad's balls flapping heavily against her cunt, like big hairy peaches, and her excitement soared. "Daddy, cream me, oh, quick shoot it!"
"Goddamn, goddaaammnnnn!" her Dad bellowed, ramming into her savagely, his prickhead reaming out her womb.
She felt his prick quiver, felt it flex and harden like steel. She tightened her cunt, wiggling her ass madly. "Oh, shoot it, shoot it!"
Her dad's cock flexed so powerfully that she was almost lifted off the ground. As he cried out with delirious pleasure, a torrent of cum erupted from his cock and gushed into the depths of Gale's fuckhole. He growled and groaned with ecstasy, pumping his hot fuck-load into the body of his writhing young daughter. "Yeahhhh, ohhhh, yeahhhhh!"
Gale closed her eyes, trying to visualize her father's cock as it spurted round after round of hot jism in her pussyhole. Her cunt squeezed and milked his cock, responding reflexively to his bucking orgasm. As his fuckcream filled her clutching pussy, the tension in her fuckmeat reached the point of saturation. All at once, almost surprising her, her cunt went into toe-curling spasms. It was like an explosion of firecrackers in her loins. Her eyes gaped, then turn back until she was staring into her skull. Her loins jerked with pleasure.
"Ohhhh, Daddy, ohhhhh, God!"
"Little mink, hot little mink!" her dad muttered, slicing his spurting prick in and out of her fiercely contracting fuckhole. "Ohhhhh, baaaaby!"
"Ohhhhh, Daddy!" Gale gasped, shuddering from head to toe, the pleasure surging through her nubile young body driving her mad. "Ohhhh, Daddy, fuck me, fuck meeee!"
Gale came back to the present, writhing on her bed, arching her loins upward as she cried out with pleasure, her cunt sucking at her pistoning finger. Pussycream ran out of her, running down her asscrack, dripping on the already slippery bed sheet. She plunged her finger in and out until her orgasm subsided, then settled back down, moaning to herself, completely exhausted. She was drenched in sweat.
"My God!" she whispered, glancing at the clock and finding that it was almost two in the morning. It was as if she'd gone into a trance, into a waking dream that was more than a daydream. Time had ceased to exist. Her memories of fucking with her father had been so vivid as to be almost more real than when it had actually happened.
Poor Daddy, she thought. Where was he today? What had ever become of him after Mom had walked in on them two weeks later as they'd been spasming together, crying out their mutual pleasure? He hadn't disappeared completely from the face of the earth, even though Gale hadn't seen him since.
And all these years she'd been trying to put him out of her mind, had been trying to blame him for all that had happened. It was all Mom's doing, Gale realized now, making Gale blame him, despise him, want to forget him forever. But Mom was wrong, Gale realized that now. Gale was as much to blame for what had happened as her father had been. She'd even left school early a few times, desperate to get home and fuck him should he leave work early. For two weeks she'd lived for her dad's cock, had lived to fuck him. And then Mom had found out, and Gale had turned on him and sided with Mom, and she'd spent the next ten years trying to forget him, trying to forget fucking and sex entirely. And she'd almost succeeded. But Eagle High School had made her remember the pleasure!
She switched off the bed lamp and relaxed, not bothering to change the wet sheets under her ass. The smell of cunt perfumed the air. Sleep came quickly, as did dawn.
CHAPTER THREE
The students lounged in their seats, almost all of them dressed in scanty clothing today, mostly T-shirts and cutoffs and sneakers. Some wore sandals, and one girl had even dared pry off her shoes. Gale had been shocked to witness bare feet in a classroom, but she'd said not a word, for she, herself, was dressed in a less than uniform fashion today, a short-skirted, lemon-green dress, under which she wore only panties. No bra, no nylons. She hadn't worn the dress since high school, and was both surprised and pleased that she still could get into it. True, it was just a might too small, a touch too high above her knees and hardly able to contain her mature tits, but it was the coolest dress she owned, and on a day like this, comfort was more important than a perfect fit.
The boys were taking more notice of her today, possibly because they felt less shy on this second day of classes, possibly because of the way the dress hugged her curvaceous ass, or the way her tits bulged from her low-cut V-collar. The boys glanced furtively at her at first, their gazes sliding over her tits and down her body, then became more bold as the class progressed. Some of them stared at her shamelessly now, squirming more and more restlessly in their seats.
Why kid herself? She was turning the lusty young devils on. She had bigger, shapelier tits than any girl in school. And it pleased her to no end that the boys appreciated her body. Hadn't she worn the revealing dress as much to show herself off as for comfort in the summer heat?
"That'll be all for today," Gale said, turning away from the blackboard.
A few of the boys quickly glanced down at their desks, and Gail had to contain a smile.
Dirty minded lechers, she thought. Mom had surely been right about one thing. Males couldn't get their minds off the female body.
"Spend the rest of the hour reading Act I. We'll finish discussing it tomorrow." She slipped into her chair behind her desk, noting a few expressions of disappointment as her bare legs disappeared behind the desk. She smiled out at the class and watched them self-consciously turn their faces away from her and down to their books. It was satisfying, this power of authority she had never them.
She began going through the short quiz she'd given the freshmen first-hour. Hadn't they been docile today? Perhaps her little outburst yesterday at Jimmy Johnson had done them good. Jimmy surely had been an angel today, sitting stiff and straight, poring over his book, not daring to look at her. She knew he was concerned about getting back his father's naughty book. Well, she'd give it back to him-just as soon as she finished reading it.
She glanced up, catching the eyes of a half-dozen boys who immediately shot their eyes back in their books. She almost felt like speaking to them, perhaps saying something cleverly sarcastic about their wandering eyes, but she knew she'd embarrassed them enough by catching them ogling her.
She looked up and down the aisles at all the bare legs, most of them disgustingly tan for so early in the summer. She must begin working on a tan, herself, this weekend. Two more girls, undoubtedly following the first girl's lead, had kicked off their shoes. Gale really felt like saying something, but she held her tongue.
One of the boys had pried off one of his shoes and was scratching his opposite ankle with his bare toes. Very muscular foot, Gale noted, and muscular calves with veins bulging on them. She looked up at the boy's legs to his crotch and nearly caught her breath out loud. The youth's cockhead and several inches of prickshaft protruded from the short-cut leg of his raged cutoffs. His prickhead was swollen, pisshole gaping, a droplet of fucklube oozing from it. His bloated prick throbbed visibly. The boy appeared to be reading his book, oblivious to the shameful obscenity he displayed between his legs.
Gale checked the seating chart, her heart thumping loud in her ears. Her finger trembled as it slid down the chart: Wilson Manning.
She peeked at the boy again, and immediately saw the cause of his sexual agitation. He was glancing sideways at the girl across the aisle from him, who had fallen asleep, her upthrust young tits rising and falling, her purplish and pointed nipples visible through the thin material of her white T-shirt. The boy appeared to be salivating, as if he was crazy to devour the girl's ripe tits.
Gale felt momentarily furious. How dare the young animal spend his class time lusting after some dizzy girl instead of reading what had been assigned him! And what gall, letting his obscene prick break out of his shorts and throb naked in the air! He ought to be expelled. And the girl, too, the girl ought to be expelled along with him, causing all this trouble, the little tramp!
Gale had broken out in a sweat. She found herself chewing her lips. She was as disturbed by her anger as by the boy. Why was she suddenly so furious?
The bell rang, and suddenly the room was a commotion, students filing out to go to lunch. Gale watched Wilson Manning begin to stand up, then fall back into his seat, his face going red. He took his gaze off the waking girl long enough to glance around himself furtively while he tried to stuff his naked, hugely swollen prick back in his shorts.
He didn't even know it was out, Gale realized, and she smiled, her anger dissolving. As the girl Wilson had been ogling made her way past Gale's desk, she said, '-'See you tomorrow, Miss Simms."
"I hope you'll get some sleep tonight," Gale said, a slight cutting tone in her voice. "Naps in class are for kindergarteners."
The girl flushed. "Yes, Ma'am." And she ran out of the class.
Gale felt both embarrassed and satisfied at having spoken to the girl. She certainly was justified in correcting the girl. Jealous bitch! a voice in her head said, and Gale realized her fury at the boy had been due to his attention to the girl. If he was going to get a hard-on in class, then it ought to be over his teacher, the voluptuous Gale Simms, not over some half-developed teenager who couldn't stay awake in class.
Wilson Manning shuffled past her desk, his face still reddened, his books held conveniently over his front. Gale felt a surge of lust, knowing what the boy was concealing in his shorts. She swore she could smell his big sweaty cock, could almost hear it pulsing, engorged with hot blood.
"Mr. Manning? Wilson Manning?"
Wilson froze in the doorway, causing the boy in back of him to bang into him. He turned around as the other students, glancing at him curiously, pushed past him out of the room. "Yes, Ma'am?"
"I'd like to have a few words with you before you go to lunch, if you don't mind."
"Uh, sure." He acted puzzled, although Gale could tell that he knew what she wanted to talk about because he blushed deeper.
After the last student had filed out of the room, Gale shut the door, then locked it as quietly as she could. The door had no window, and this being the second floor of the school, nobody could see in through the outside windows.
Gale stood looking up at the youth. In his red tank-top shirt, his muscled shoulders looked enormously wide. She could smell his sweat, the sweat of a man, despite his boyish looks. She blushed, and suddenly her throat felt almost too dry to allow speech.
"I didn't know it was out," the kid blurted. "I swear I didn't. It just happened. Things like that happen sometimes." He appeared weak, shaky on his feet.
Gale grabbed his books and dropped them on the desk. "I suppose so," she said. "I thought you might not be aware of it. Perhaps you should wear long pants from now on-if you can't control yourself." Her words I sounded absurd even as she spoke them. "I will," he said. "I'm really sorry." he reached for his books as if to go. Gale swept his body with her eyes, taking in [ as much of him as she could before he ran off. I' His muscular legs turned her on, as did his I tight loins and slim waist. The dark hairs on I his legs made her remember her father and the way she would rub against his hairy body when they fucked. Her cuntlips swelled, becoming tight slabs of throbbing fuckmeat.
"Wilson!" she snapped, trying to sound shocked as she spotted the youth's prickhead peeking out the leg of his cutoffs. His cock was still a hard cylinder in his shorts, the tip of it moist with fucklube.
The boy cupped his hands over his prick-head, mumbling about how he had no control over what it did. He succeeded in pulling his jeans down until his prickhead was covered, but he almost uncovered his ass in the process. A line of thick dark fur ran from his navel to his hairy groin, the upper fringe of which curled out around the waistband of his shorts, he reached for his books again, and Gale reached for his cock.
Her hand moved by itself, no longer under the control of her will. Just as the youth couldn't control his cock, so Gale couldn't control her hand. Her fingers slid up under his ragged shorts and touched the silky, hot, dripping head of his huge prick. Fucklube dribbled on her fingers, and both she and the youth moaned, a terrible heat overwhelming her.
The youth stood there shaking, gawking down at her as if with combined shock and lust. His prick moved in her hand, bubbling more fucklube.
"Take off your shirt," Gale whispered, her voice no longer her own.
The boy fumbled, almost suffocating himself before he managed to get the shirt off. Sweat trickled from his dark armpits, rippling down over his ribs and muscles. He smelled as if he hadn't taken a shower in days, which strangely excited Gale. Still holding his burning cockhead, she leaned forward and licked the sweat off his muscles, lapping up even into his armpits. The boy trembled harder, breathing like a bull.
Gale bit his hard nipples, tugged at the few dark chest-hairs that surrounded them with her teeth. She sucked and licked her way down his heaving, muscled belly. The boy groaned, reaching forward and daring to stroke her back. Gale straightened up and stepped back. Gazing seductively at the boy, she reached up under her dress and wiggled out of her panties, kicking her shoes off as she drew them down her smooth legs. As she straightened up again, she tossed the panties at the boy, hitting him in the chest.
He caught them in shaky hands and pressed their wet crotch to his lips. He then rubbed them all over his face, moaning to himself as he shined his cheeks with her pussycream. At last, he thrust the crotch into his mouth, sucking out the tart female juices. His prick had snaked out the leg of his shorts again and stood throbbing in complete nakedness.
Gale had to restrain herself to keep her hands off his cock. As she peeled off her dress over her head, it was as if she were stripping again for her hard-cocked father.
She dropped her dress, standing stark naked in front of the youth. She reached up and undid her hair-clasp, letting her brunette hair fall down in back of her shoulders as she shook her head. Her tits had swollen beautifully with desire, her purplish nipples jutting upward despite the heaviness of her tits.
"Oh, God!" the kid said, his legs wobbling, his prick pounding the air with lust for her. "Oh, teacher!"
Gale almost giggled out loud when he called her teacher. Her wickedness excited her, the forbidden nature of what she was doing firing her lust even more. The big muscular youth stood trembling in front of her, all hers, hers to do with as she wished.
"Take off your shorts," she purred. "I wanna see your balls."
The kid's hands trembled so much as he undid his shorts that Gale became impatient. She was about to ask him if he'd ever learned how to dress and undress, when the shorts slid off his loins, over his cock, and down his hairy legs. He had big hairy balls, like her father's, like a bull's.
"Don't move," she said, dropping to her knees in front of him, about to do what she'd seen Trish do to Ben yesterday downstairs in the bathroom.
Wilson Manning gasped as Gale shoved her nose and lips up under his balls, sucking at his crotch as she inhaled the musky male aroma of him. His balls seemed to twist and roll in their sac. Gale caught some of his sweaty sac-skin between her lips and she sucked it.
"Oh, God! Oh, God!" The boy grabbed his prick and he started jacking it fiercely.
Gale grabbed his hands, digging her fingernails in to make him stop masturbating. "Don't touch your cock," she growled, gnawing lightly on his hairy balls. "It's mine."
The youth groaned with frustration. He hooked his big hands on his hips and stood there helplessly as Gale tortured him with her wet tongue, lapping all the salty sweat off his teenaged balls, purring and cooing seductively. His balls twisted slowly as she licked and sucked them, and the youth's panting sounded like whimpers.
"Oh, please, suck me!" he moaned. "Please?"
Gale smirked. "You naughty boy, telling your teacher to suck you!" She bit sharply into his sac-skin, making him jerk. "Hold still, silly."
Gale was enjoying this slow torture of the youth. It was as if another personality had taken over, a personality long imprisoned deep within her and now suddenly escaped. She felt like a young girl again, like the girl who had ten years ago fucked her own father again and again and again, for two long beautiful weeks. She'd suppressed the memory, just as she'd suppressed all her other memories connected with her father, but now she remembered it strongly.
Gale wrapped her hand around the root of the youth's throbbing prick. Arteries twitched against her fingers. She squeezed, making his big cock swell bigger, making it harden even more as she forced more blood to be trapped in it. His prick-veins bulged like fat blue snakes. His enormous prickhead swelled like a ripe fruit about to burst. Tears of fucklube bubbled from his gaping pisshole, dripping hot on Gale's naked tits.
"Eat it!" the boy pleaded, shaking from head to foot. "My prick's so hard it hurts."
"Good," Gale said, lapping at the base of' his big cock. "This is your punishment for being naughty in class. Imagine, letting your big sweaty prick stick out of your shorts in class! You really oughta be expelled." She bent his big fucker down and started to lick and nibble at his vein-bulging prickshaft.
"Ohhh, suck it, suck it!" the boy moaned, his loins making quick, sharp thrusts.
Gale reached around and slapped his ass. "Hold still!"
"Oh, please suck it!"
She slapped him again. "Hold still!"
"Yes, Ma'am, I'll try."
Gale smiled, sliding her wet tongue up and down his hard cockshaft. She wrapped her mouth around it from the side, sucking and biting. As she neared his pulsating cockhead, hot fucklube leaked into her mouth and dripped on her nose. The flavor of it was sappy, slightly salty. She swallowed it, her cunt leaking a fucklube of its own, which dribbled down the insides of her thighs. She rubbed her legs together, enjoying the sensuous, slippery feel.
She glanced up at the youth, past his huge meaty fucker, and saw tears in his lust-red eyes. He'd have a stroke if she didn't relieve him soon. Bending his cock until his prickhead kissed her lips, she began to suck, just the tip at first, drinking his hot fucklube.
"Oh, man, yeah!" he sighed, his loins quivering. "Yeah!"
Gale drilled the tip of her tongue into his open pisshole and a tremor shot through his cock.
"Eat it, oh, eat it!"
Gale would have tortured him some more, if she'd been able, but her own hunger overwhelmed her. Sucking hard, she slipped her mouth over the youth's prickhead, sliding her lips several inches down his cockshaft. The sweaty knob pulsed in her throat. Fucklube slid down her throat.
"Awwww, ohhh, feels so good!" the boy sighed, wiggling his ass and trying to fuck more of his cock into her face.
She squeezed his balls until he stopped moving, showing him she was still the boss. She didn't want him losing his head and choking her to death. She could safely swallow only half his cock. She realized she was toying with danger, and her excitement increased. Cooing, she began to munch and suck, delighted by the taste of the youth's prick.
"Lick there again," he directed her as she swiped her tongue along the edges of his prickhead. "Now do the back. It feels real good right there."
Gale wiggled her tongue up and down the back of his prickhead and along the tight strand of tissue that extended an inch or so down the rear of his cockshaft.
"Ohhh, yeahhhh!" The boy's eyes rolled.
He rose up and down on his toes. "Lick it there, lick it there!" Gale bobbed her head, sliding her wet lips up and down the boy's prickshaft, salivating all over it until her spit leaked out on his hairy balls. His balls squirmed in her spit-greased hand as she manipulated them, simultaneously sucking and slurping at the boy's rigid fucker. She made loud munching, sucking sounds, and the boy kept groaning louder and more wildly. The boy's hot toes curled against her knees, his toenails cutting into her skin. Gale rather enjoyed the gouging sensation, even though she hoped she wouldn't end up with scraped knees. She wiggled her ass, shimmying her pussy-creamed thighs against each other, working her pussylips so fiercely together that sucking noises came from between her legs. She visualized her pussycream starting to froth between the furry cuntlips. "Suck my cock!" the boy growled, his balls swelling in Gale's hand, his prick quivering and bucking in her mouth. "Eat my prick, hot teacher! Suck it good, make it come!" Gale paused a moment, shocked at the youth's change of tone. He was getting so hot he was starting to sound drunk. She feared he might suddenly grab her head and ram his prick all the way down her throat, shocking the life out of her.
"Go on, suck it, eat it!"
Gale flapped her tongue, making a tight ring of her lust-swollen lips and sliding them up and down the youth's veiny prick. Each time her tongue polished the boy's knob, or churned against the pleasure-strand on the rear of his upper cockshaft, he gasped, his body trembling violently. With each bob of her head, his cock seemed to swell and harden even more. Tremors pulsed through the core of his thick prick.
"Oh, Miss Simms!" he gasped, arching his back and thrusting forward, his hands still on his hips, his sinewy body like a tight bow. "Oh, oh!" His balls contracted in Gale's hand and a torrent of cum burst against Gale's tonsils as the youth bellowed his pleasure like a young bull. "Awwwwwww!"
Gale gagged, her head saturated with the pungent scent of cum, the youth's slippery cockhead grinding in her throat. She couldn't swallow fast enough. As the boy's fucker contracted again and again, Gale choked on the explosions of thick hot cum that flooded her throat. Itchy tingles shot through her lips, through her mouth and tongue and throat, as if some of the orgasmic pleasure the boy felt is his cock were bleeding into the tissues of her face. She sucked frantically, cum sliding down! her throat, cum oozing from her mouth. As much as the youth's wild orgasm was an ordeal for her, she felt an elation at having sucked off a cock at last.
She licked the cum off the youth's balls, then sucked his half-hard cock clean. He stood shakily, trying to catch his breath.
"Thanks," he said as Gale rose to her feet, her legs slimy with pussycream. He bent over to pick up his shorts.
Gale slapped his ass. "And just what do you think you're doing, Mr. Manning?"
The boy dropped the shorts. As he straightened up, his prick swung heavily over his balls, a drop of cum dripping from the end of his fat cockhead. "I was gonna get dressed." he shrugged as he spoke.
"Get dressed? And leave me here like this? You've got some nerve, boy!" Gale plopped her ass on the edge of the desktop and lay back, her legs spread wide.
The boy's prick stiffened instantly, and he grinned wickedly. As he approached, his hard prick wagging, Gale shook her head at him.
"Uh-uh," she said. "Not so fast. You're too quick on the draw." Just like my dad was, she thought. "You've gotta do a little tongue-duty before you can use that thing again." Pussycream dribbled out on the desk between her legs as she spread her legs wider, opening herself completely for the boy.
His prick pointed at the ceiling, quivering and throbbing. She knew he was dying to fuck it in her hot pussy, just as her father used to do. The frown on his face pleased her.
"Get licking, you horny billygoat. Come on, don't be shy."
"I never did anything like that before," he said. "I don't think I can."
Gale hauled her cuntlips apart, feeling hot juice trickle down her crotch and into her ass-crack. She felt absolutely filthy, wicked. It was the type of thing Fanny Hill would have done.
"If you wanna put your big horny prick in my juicy fuckhole, then you'll have to put your tongue in it first." She slipped a finger inside her cunt, slipping it in and out slowly as she licked her lips.
The boy grabbed his cock, pumping it as if he wanted to yank his prick from his loins.
"Stop that!" Gale snapped. "Now get down here and start licking!" She was surprised at how the boy let go of his cock as if it were radioactive and immediately stumbled toward her, falling on his knees in front of the desk. What power teachers commanded! "Come on, show me you can use that tongue!"
The boy's eyes crossed as he stared at her open crotch. He swallowed, his nose wrinkling slightly. Gale slipped her finger out of her cunt and she caressed his lips with it, smearing pussycream between them. The boy tasted her finger with the tip of his tongue. He sniffed cautiously at first, then inhaled deeper whiffs of her female scent. Suddenly, he sucked all of her finger into his mouth, greedily devouring the pussyjuice from it. He'd no sooner spit her finger out than he growled like a hungry dog, burying his face between her legs.
Gale arched up, gasping as she rubbed her seething pussy in the youth's sucking, slurping mouth. "Mmn, that's marvelous! Oh, yes, eat it, oh, my!"
She'd never felt anything quite like this. Her loins flushed with pleasure, her fuckmeat swelling with blood, tightening with sensation. Her pussyhole contracted as the youth sucked, spurting hot female fucklube into his hungry young mouth.
"Mmm, mmmmm!" The boy twisted his head, screwing his nose between her hairy cuntlips, ramming his tongue inside her, eating her out, drinking her tart pussyjuices.
The boy pushed on her thighs, trying to spread them even farther. Her muscles ached from the stretch. She was almost performing a full-split already. She reached down, hooking her fingers around her legs, holding them wide so the youth could use his own hands to pry her pussy wide open. He tugged her hot cunt-meat apart almost savagely, forcing his mouth deeper into her cunt. His tongue twirled in her clutching fuckhole, the tip of it drilling into the supersensitive folds of her cunt walls.
"Oh, God!" she gasped, tossing her head from side to side on the desktop. "Mmn, eat me!"
This was almost as good as fucking. She rubbed her dripping crotch on the boy's face, feeling his tongue slide into her deeper, rubbing her clit at his hot lips.
"Bite my clit! Oh, quick, bite it!"
The boy's sharp teeth closed around her twitching fucknub, sank into it gently, then grated at it.
Gale chewed her wrist, going out of her mind with the sensation. She couldn't control herself anymore. She wrapped her thighs around the boy's head, jerking her loins, fucking his face as he drilled her with his hot tongue. The boy growled like an animal, gnawing on her pulsing crotch.
The sensations began in the tip of Gale's spine, a few flickers that quickly spread throughout her loins. Daggers of fuck-feeling shot through her clit and up her clutching fuckhole. She pinched her nipples, gasping and grunting as her loins exploded with spastic pleasure.
"Ohhh, I'm coming, I'm coming!" She arched her back, twisting her head, crushing the youth's face to her pleasure-saturated crotch. He sounded as if he were choking, smothering, and she clamped his head even tighter between her quivering thighs. "Eat it!" she gasped. "Suck it out!"
As she writhed with her orgasm, grunting and whining like an animal, she had the strange feeling that part of herself had stepped outside her body and was watching her. She found it incredible that the naked woman grinding her exploding crotch against the choking youth's mouth was really herself. Not only that, but that that naked woman was a teacher, and the boy sucking her cunt one of her students.
As her orgasm gradually lost strength and subsided, Gale slumped back, her legs relaxing their head-crushing grip. She felt exhausted, as if her loins had short-circuited and burned out. Her tits heaved up and down. She only wanted to be left alone, to drift into a long sleep.
The boy staggered to his feet, breathing heavily, his face plastered with her pussy-cream, some of her cunt-hairs glued to his lips. A few drops of pussyjuice dripped from his chin. He wiped his mouth with the back of his forearm. His other arm moved up and down as he stroked his hugely erect prick. With his hair standing out in all directions and his face beet- red, he resembled a young barbarian. He moved close to her again, grasping the backs of her legs and forcing them apart until she winced from the stretch.
"Hey, not now!" Gale said. "Let me rest."
The youth's hot prick throbbed at the entrance to her cunt. He leaned toward her, grinding his huge prickhead between her pussylips.
"Don't!" Gale snapped. "I said, not now!" "Fuck you!" the boy growled, and rammed every inch of his prick up her cunt.
CHAPTER FOUR
Gale's first impulse was to scream, to cry out to the world that she was being raped. She was, after all, being raped. She had said no. The filthy boy! How dare he!
"Damn you!" she whispered, her head clear enough to realize the consequences of a scream. She'd be rescued all right, only to be caught up in a scandal that would ruin her career and likely kill her mother. "Pull it out, you beast!"
The boy pressed down on her, crushing her knees to her shoulders, falling on her with his full weight and trying to kiss her. His prick throbbed inside her, his cockhead twisting in the mouth of her womb. He smelled like a sweaty bull, and his lips tasted like cunt. "Mmn, you're so nice and tight!" he mumbled. "I'm gonna fuck you good!"
Gale twisted her head, trying to avoid his slobbery kisses. She whimpered as the boy's weight slowly crushed the wind out of her, then moaned helplessly as his fat tongue forced its way into her mouth and drooled spit down her throat.
She'd never felt more helpless in her life. She couldn't move, couldn't breathe. Her mouth was stuffed with tongue, her cunt with cock. She reached up, clawing at the youth's back.
He growled, grinding his cock into her even deeper, twisting his dripping tongue in her mouth. He was all bone and muscle. He had to outweigh her by fifty pounds. And in his lust, he'd lost his mind, had sunk to the level of a rutting beast.
The boy braced his hands on the desk alongside her shoulders and pushed up slightly, releasing her from some of his weight. At the same time, he began to work his cock inside her, to fuck it in and out a few inches at a time.
Standing on the floor and bent over the desk as he was, his movement was restricted.
He pulled his tongue from her mouth and bit her neck. "Fuck me," he moaned in her ear, then bit that, too.
Gale shivered with goose bumps, then flushed again with heat. Thankful she could at least breathe now, she lay before the boy passively, trying to catch her breath. His cock pumped in and out three, four inches per stroke.
"Fuck me," he said, pushing up off her and releasing her legs from their cramped position against her shoulders. Standing upright, he spread her legs wide, fucking with longer strokes at her wide-open fuckhole.
Gale's toes curled. Her cunt began to clutch and suck at the boy's sliding cock. The fuck-tension welled up in her loins again and she moaned with renewed desire, her pussylips swelling with hot blood.
"Suck my tits," she said, pushing them up and presenting them to the grunting youth. She forced her big tits against each other, making them swell, making her nipples stand up hard and hot.
The boy leaned over her again, slowing his thrusts as he licked and sucked her nipples, grating her sensitive nipples with his teeth. Gale moaned, thrusting her tits up high, closing her eyes and remembering the way her dad used to love sucking on her tits.
"Mmn, eat 'em, suck 'em right off! Oh, I love that, mmn!" Gale writhed as the boy continued to punish her nipples with his hot mouth and tongue. Each time he sucked, her cunt contracted powerfully, squeezing his cock and making him groan.
As he straightened up again, he looked delirious with lust, his skin flushed all the way to his groin. Holding her legs wide, he swung his pelvis and pounded her crotch, slicing his cock inside her faster and faster. His muscles stood out as if carved in stone. His huge cock disappeared inside her again and again, his ivory prickshaft dripping with her fuck-juices, which ran like hot oil onto his balls and greased them.
Squish, squish, squish! His cock made liquid noises in her hard-sucking fuckhole.
"Fuck my cock!" he moaned, tossing his head from side to side with pleasure. "Mmn, fuck it!"
Gale squirmed on the desktop, her pussy stuffed, the sensations of fucking winding even through her asshole. As the youth released her legs so he could grasp her hips and steady her, she raised her legs, caressing his cheeks with her hot feet. He turned his head from side to side, lapping at her feet, slipping his tongue between her toes. Suddenly, he began to suck her toes, sending luscious sensations through Gale's feet and down her long smooth legs. The sensations flowed into her loins, increasing the pleasure she felt in her cunt, increasing the fuck-tension.
"Mmn, suck my toes!" she sighed, surprised at how sensitive her feet were. She'd never felt anything like that before. And it had been so long since she'd felt a cock in her pussy, too long, ten long years. She had to admit that she'd forgotten how good fucking felt, how good a big hot cock felt sliding in and out of her. "Fuck me, oh, baby, fuck me!"
The boy's spine worked like a whip, swinging his pelvis faster and faster between her legs. His sweaty, pussy-creamed balls flapped at her ass, thrilling her with their prickling hairs. As his huge prick pumped in and out, her pussylips tightened around it, squeezing his cockshaft. Inside her fuckhole, her pussy walls undulated and contracted, gripping, sucking, drooling hot cream all over his plunging cock. His prick kept contracting, flexing hard, swelling and hardening rhythmically. His eyes rolled drunkenly. He breathed heavily through flared nostrils, like a snorting bull.
"Feels so good!" Gale moaned, writhing sensuously on the desktop, continuing to stroke the boy's hot asscheeks with her feet so he'd suck her toes some more. She wiggled her ass, fucking herself on his sliding cock, fucking it slowly, not caring if this fucking ever ended. She wanted it to last. The boy chewed on her toes, mumbling around them, swinging his hips and plunging his cock inside her. His hot spit ran down her feet. He bit her feet all over, chewed on her heels, lapped at her soles.
"Yeah, yeahhhh!" The boy gripped her waist tighter, pumping his cock faster. His face flushed a bright red in his excitement.
Thrills whirled through Gale's cunt, curling her toes, making her gasp. She squirmed, arching her neck and rolling her head. "Slower," she said. "You'll make me come."
"Yeahhh!" the boy growled, fucking faster, ramming his greased fucker in and out of her.
Gale arched up, the fuck-sensation needling her loins. "Please, you'll make me come! Not yet!"
The boy's belly undulated, all its muscles contracting as he ground his cock faster inside her. His prick quivered like a vibrator, its veins swollen hugely, his cockmeat hard as steel. His groin collided with her crotch again and again.
Gale writhed, rubbing her crotch madly at the boy's driving groin, fucking his cock with her grasping, pleasure-saturated cunt. Her toenails sank into his cheeks as she arched up, her pleasure reaching a pinnacle. As her cunt went into spasms, she cried out, "Damn you, I'm coming!" Her words became a series of grunts and moans.
The youth's eyes rolled, huge in their sockets. He slammed his fucker in and out of her madly sucking pussyhole, his prick swelling. As a second round of spasms ripped through Gale's cunt, the boy's prick flexed powerfully, nearly lifting her ass from the desktop. A torrent of hot slick cum gushed into her fuckhole.
"Ahhhhhh!" the youth bellowed. "Ohhh, Christ!" His teenaged body shuddered, his prick vibrating, cum spurting from it again and again. "Ohhh, teacher, fuck youuu!"
"Oohhh, yesss!" Gale whined, chewing on her fist to stifle any louder cries. She hadn't felt like this in so long. She'd forgotten how good an orgasm could feel with a big spurting cock up her pussy. The spurts splashed against her cunt walls, shot up into her pleasure-gripped womb. The ecstasy was almost more than she could bear.
At last, when they'd finished grinding out their pleasure, the youth hauled his cock out of her. It left with a squish, her cunt making a sucking noise. It hung over his balls, dripping With cum and pussy juice. The boy looked almost too weak to stand up.
"Can I go to lunch now, Miss Simms? I'm awfully hungry."
"Of course," Gale said, struggling to climb off the desk. As she watched the boy dress, she thought to herself that boys only cared about two things, satisfying their cocks and filling their bellies.
"Wilson," Gale said as the boy went down on one knee to tie his sneaker. "Not a word about this to anybody. Understand?"
The boy grinned at her. "Sure, Miss Simms. Sure thing."
CHAPTER FIVE
Hoping she looked presentable again, having combed and tied up her hair again, having used up a whole packet of tissues to sop up the cum oozing from her cunt before she got dressed, Gale opened the door of the classroom and slipped out into the hallway. She felt extremely jittery, not wanting anybody to see her leaving the room, even though Wilson had made his exit ten minutes ago.
A male teacher seated at his desk in the open-doored classroom across the hall turned his head and stared at her. He wore dark glasses, so she couldn't see his eyes, but she knew they were gazing straight at her. He wore a thick mustache, and bushy dark hair, graying at the temples. Gale smiled at him sickly, nodded, and jogged down the hall, almost tripping over her feet. Her heart raced.
He'd probably heard everything-Wilson's bull-like grunting, her own whimpers of pleasure. If he went to the principal, she was finished. She might even go to jail. But he might not go to the principal. He might choose to blackmail her instead.
Mother was surely right, Gale thought, descending the stairs on rubbery legs. The sin of lust only led to shame and ruin. Why had she given in to her lust? What had come over her, to seduce one of her students in her own classroom? She must have been crazy!
On the first floor of the school building, she debated whether to leave the school immediately, to leave town, to disappear from the face of the earth before the scandal exploded, or to go to lunch and take her chances with whatever might happen. She had just decided to make a run for it, when she almost collided with a man as he stepped out into the hall.
"Oh, pardon me," he said. "Miss Simms, pardon me."
Gale stood there trying to still her heaving lungs. "No, pardon me, Mr. Cranston. I should be watching where I'm going. I was- just on my way to lunch."
He glanced at his watch. "No wonder you're in a hurry. The lunch hour is more than half over. I suppose you were up there correcting papers or something." He laughed and waved his hand. "You new teachers must learn to pace yourselves. I know it seems there's no end to your work, but I don't want you missing lunch or losing sleep. You'll learn in time that getting your work done daily is not an insurmountable task, nor will it require going hungry. Now off to lunch with you." He gave her a playful shove.
Gale chuckled nervously and stumbled on, thanking him over her shoulder.
She took a deep breath and entered the lunchroom, going to the serving bar, where she chose yogurt and a fruit salad. She made her way through the din and hyperactivity, seating herself with the other teachers. Some of them had finished eating and were already getting up to leave.
"Well, there actually is at least one new teacher around here," Marian Grant said, lighting up a cigarette. "Welcome, dear, to our humble table. We were beginning to think either you didn't like us, or couldn't find us, or that you're a vampire and don't eat regular food." Marian was an overweight woman in her forties with very large tits, which she didn't try to hide with her low-cut blouses.
Gale chuckled, making some excuse about how she had to get some work done yesterday noon and had never made it to lunch. Today, though, she was just too hungry and had forced herself away from correcting papers.
"Such dedication," Marian said. "Of course, by the time you've put in twenty years, as I have, you'll have corrected so many papers that you'll fight for every second you can get away from that busy-work. I'm more anxious for the lunch bell and the final bell of the day than the students are, let me tell you." She guffawed and drew on her cigarette, choking on the smoke.
One of the other teachers pounded Marian on the back until she stopped choking, then got up to leave, telling Marian to behave herself. Marian said she'd try, but couldn't promise anything.
Gale finished her light meal and looked up. Only she and Marian, lighting another cigarette, were left at the table.
"Have you met Guy Smith yet?" Marian asked.
"I'm afraid I haven't. Who is he?"
"The other new teacher," Marian said. "A handsome devil, mustache, bushy sideburns, always wearing dark glasses. I'm afraid he has a touch of the Bohemian in him."
Gale felt slightly sick to her stomach. "I think I've seen him around."
"Teaches social studies," Marian said. "I really must get to know him." She gave Gale a suggestive look.
Gale smiled uneasily, then began pushing her chair away from the table.
"You're not leaving yet?" Marian said. "You just got here, dear. You're not antisocial, I hope."
"Just getting more comfortable," Gale said, although she'd really intended to leave.
Marian was looking past Gale. "My, aren't we getting the attention today!"
Gale glanced over her shoulder and immediately felt weak. A group of boys several tables over was looking her way, among them, Wilson Manning, his face flushed and slightly leering. The boys nudged each other and giggled, whispering among themselves.
"Don't encourage them, dear. There's no telling what they might get it into their heads to do at that age. Young bulls, every last one of them, at the peak of their sexual potency according to all the books."
Gale turned away from them, hardly able to ss speak.
Marian inhaled smoke, exhaled with a sigh. "Gorgeous, aren't they? And the things they do! Let me tell you, in twenty years at this game I've seen it all. My God, one of them just took off his shirt! Can you believe it! In the lunchroom! Look at those muscles!" She was panting audibly. She pushed away from the table. "Nice talking with you, dear. Now I really must be going. The bell's about to ring."
Gale left the lunchroom close behind Marian, not daring to glance again at Wilson Manning and his snickering friends. Marian half-ran down the hall and she barged into the restroom, where yesterday Gale had watched Ben and Trish fuck. She was tempted to sneak in behind her, to spy on her. It really wasn't necessary. Gale knew without a doubt why Marian had left the table so suddenly-to beat off her fat, middle-aged cunt.
At least I'm not the only teacher to lust after the students, Gale thought with a sense of relief, not by a long-shot.
In the senior English class following lunch, Gale watched Ben play footsie with Trish and another girl. Ben's desk was near the corner of the room on the window side and he obviously assumed Gale couldn't see him from her own desk. He was wrong.
She watched Ben pry off his sneakers. Like almost all the boys, he didn't wear socks. Trish, in the desk across the aisle to his left, had already kicked off her sandals. Ben stretched his left leg and he shoved his big muscular foot under Trish's desk. Her smooth, tanned feet caressed his foot. Their toes wiggled together. She used her toenails to stimulate him.
The girl across the aisle to Ben's right noticed what was going on and she slipped off her shoes. She reached over with her foot and stroked Ben's right foot, then withdrew her leg. Ben glanced at her seductively, spreading his right leg and pushing his right foot under her desk. He played footsie with her the same way he was with Trish, squirming in his seat, his crotch bulging.
Gale was sure she saw Ben's erect prick throbbing in his jeans. She got so hot watching the display of sensuous teenaged lust that she squeezed her legs together under her desk. The two girls squeezed their own legs together, rubbing their pussylips together and masturbating themselves as they rubbed hot feet with the hard-cocked youth. When they came, they did nothing to hide their pleasure except remain quiet. The girls squirmed in their desks, their eyes rolling, their young bodies quivering.
Gale could have come, but she restrained her desire. She couldn't risk going into spasms in front of the class. When the bell rang, Ben walked past her desk, his jeans bulging obscenely. He smelled sweaty and musky. Gale had to stifle her desire to grab him. She knew she was flushed red and hoped none of the students could guess her thoughts.
Gale gathered up her books and she joined the stream of students in the hallway. The school day was over. She walked quickly, her head bowed, hoping to God she wouldn't encounter Wilson Manning or any of his buddies. It was obvious to her that he'd squealed to them the moment he'd hit the lunchroom this noon.
"Gale, dear, meet Mr. Smith. Guy Smith, Gale Simms." Marian beamed as she presented the mustached, dark-spectacled man to Gale, who stood speechless, taken completely by surprise in the flowing crowd.
Mr. Smith nodded and took Gale's hand, giving it a squeeze.
"Pleased to meet you," Gale said, finally able to get some words out.
Mr. Smith nodded again, turned to Marian and raised his hand in a wave. Then he was gone, engulfed by the herd of noisy students.
"A man of few words," Marian said, looking after him. "But such a man! I simply must get to know him better, intimately if at all possible." She winked at Gale. "I must be going, dear. Talk to you tomorrow."
Again, Gale found herself following Marian. She stepped out of the school and into the afternoon sunshine to see Marian chase after a boy as he broke away from a group of girls. The obese woman caught the youth from behind by the shoulder. As he turned to face her, Gale recognized the boy as Ben. He still had his bulge! From a distance it appeared even larger, more obscene in his jeans.
Marian and Ben spoke what seemed like only a few words, then went their separate ways, Ben jogging off across the parking lot and away from the school, Marian striding hurriedly to her car, a new Oldsmobile compact. Gale went to her own car and she climbed in. As she was driving out of the parking lot, she spotted Wilson Manning in her rear-view mirror. He and two other boys were watching her leave. She felt a chill, and her bowels churned with anxiety.
She was so shook up, so intent on her problem, that she didn't realize she was following Marian Gant until she was several blocks from school. Marian pulled up to a stop sign, then turned left. As Gale waited for the traffic to clear so she could proceed through the intersection, she noticed Marian's dark Olds pull over to the curb half a block away. A boy climbed into Marian's car. It was Ben.
Gale turned left automatically, following Marian at a distance. Something funny was going on here, and she wanted to find out what. When Marian drove out of town, Gale's determination increased.
They drove into the country, fields of grain on both sides of the road. Gale kept back, just within sight of the slow-moving Olds, which swerved from side to side often enough to make Gale wonder whether Marian kept a bottle in her glove compartment. After ten minutes, the Olds turned off on a side road, leaving a cloud of dust in its wake. Gale followed, slowly.
A few minutes later, Gale's heart nearly stopped as she rounded a bend in the road and found herself neck-and-neck with the parked Olds. How would she explain herself to Marian?
She melted with relief when she saw that the car was empty, then accelerated to get out of sight around the next bend. She pulled over and silently eased the door shut behind her as she got out. Her heart hammered. She had no doubt as to what she was going to find up on that hay field above.
She found tracks in the dusty road next to the Olds, one of them from bare feet. Inside the car lay Ben's discarded sneakers. Gale felt a wicked urge to steal them. She pushed it out of her mind and started up a well-worn trail through the hay, stepping carefully, making as little noise as she could. As she approached the crest of the gently sloping hill, which was crowned with a stand of trees and shrubbery, she heard voices. Instead of following the trail into the thicket, she skirted the edge of the shrubs and slipped into the trees from the other side. She found herself up slightly higher now, able to look down on the couple through some concealing shrubbery when she spotted them. She was stunned.
Marian Gant hadn't a stitch on her sagging body. Her huge tits almost brushed the ground as she crouched on her hands and knees at the boy's feet. The youth had stripped and was standing over her, jerking on his big cock. Marian lowered her head and she licked the boy's dirty toes.
"You smelly old sow," he said, twisting his toes in her mouth. "Lick 'em off. Hope you don't mind that I got athlete's foot."
Marian looked up. "Oh, you don't, you wicked boy, do you?"
'No, but I bet you'd love it if I did." He nudged her tits with his toes. "Man, you've got the biggest old tits I've ever seen." "Would you like to taste them, darling?"
"Hell no, you perverted old bag." He turned around, arching his back and squatting slightly as he braced his hands on his knees. "Lick my ass, fatso."
"Oh, stud, anything you want!" Marian breathed heavily, licking her way up the youth's hairy legs, then shoving her nose between his asscheeks. She moaned as she sucked and slurped at his asshole.
The boy pumped his prick, fucklube running down over his knuckles. "I'll give ya one thing, ya old bitch. You sure know how to suck ass. Christ, oh, shit, shove it in deeper! Clean it out!"
Marian shoved her hand between her meaty thighs and clawed at her pussy as she licked out the boy's asshole. Her tits hung nearly to her waist. They were the largest tits Gale had ever seen, too, and they quivered as Marian wiggled and panted. The woman's face was flushed the color of the boy's prickhead.
Suddenly, the boy jerked away and Marian almost fell flat on her face, catching herself just in time.
"Damn," the boy said. "You almost made me come."
Marian giggled, breathing heavily. "I'm glad you didn't waste it, my dear. However, it wouldn't have been the world's greatest tragedy. I know you have a half-dozen loads in those gorgeous big balls."
"I might," Ben said. "But they sure ain't all for you."
"Aren't," Marian corrected him. "Of course, the more you put out, the more I'm willing to put out. A stud like you could easily make an A this term-with a little extra effort."
"Just so I pass the course," Ben said. "That's all I care about."
Marian shook her head. "You boys are impossible. You could all get A's so easily, every one of you. Your trouble is you're infatuated with young pussy. Fucking those underdeveloped little bitches does nothing to bolster your grade-point average, nor does it teach you much about the pleasures of love. You need an experienced pussy for that, an older woman."
"Cut the bullshit," Ben said. "Here I am. What do you want?"
"I want it all," Marian said. "Every inch of it." She rose up on her knees, her huge tits hanging, and she caught the boy's clublike cock in her two hands, bending it down to her lips with effort. She kissed his pricktip, sucking off the fucklube.
His hands on his hips, the boy watched her, his knees quivering slightly.
"Young meat," she said, salivating. "I simply adore young cockmeat. I've never touched a teenaged cock I wasn't crazy about, and I've sucked hundreds, maybe thousands."
"I believe it, you cock-sucking old bitch." Ben reached down and felt her tits, prodding them with his fingers as if fascinated by their size.
Marian wheezed with excitement. She pressed the youth's cock up against his belly and lapped at his swollen hairy balls. His balls twisted and rolled as she sucked them, her spit dripping from them.
"Oh, Christ, you're driving me crazy!" the boy moaned. His prick pulsed, pressed to his belly by Marian's massaging hand. Fucklube drooled out, greasing his cock, greasing his teacher's caressing fingers.
"Mmn, mmm, mmmmm!" Marian drove her nose under his balls, sucking his crotch, licking all the sweat off it.
"Goddamn!" The youth grabbed his prick and pumped.
Marian sat back, red-faced and panting. She let out a sharp laugh, then slapped the boy's jerking fist. "Stop that, naughty boy!"
"Fuck you, big tits!" Ben humped into his hand, his muscles straining. "I'm gonna blow off all over your cunt-face."
"Stop it!" Marian snapped. "Instantly!"
The boy jumped as if he'd been shot. He let go of his cock.
"That's better," Marian said. "Jerking off is for freshmen, not seniors. Be seated please."
"All right," the boy pouted. "But you better bring me off before my balls explode. They're starting to ache."
"I'll bring you off, darling. No worry about that. Old Marian Gant never left any boy unsatisfied, and you know it. We'd need a calculator to figure out how many loads I've gotten out of you."
The boy sat on the bare ground, leaning back on his hands, his prick pointing at the sky and throbbing. Fucklube trickled down his lust-reddened cock like clear frosting. "Sit on it," he mumbled. "Quick!" Marian straddled his legs. She pressed her hairy pussymound to his nose. "Take a good whiff, stud. It'll make you hotter."
Marian spread her enormous pussylips with her fingers, revealing a huge reddish-purple fuck-cavern frothing with pussycream and steaming. The boy stared into her crotch as if hypnotized. "Eat," Marian said. "I know you're dying to."
"If you tell anybody; I'll kill you," the boy mumbled. "Oh, for Godsake! Eat!"
The youth's face disappeared between Marian's hairy cuntlips, and Marian clung to his head, her eyes rolling. The boy slurped and munched and sucked, his prick flexing and quivering, the fucklube bubbling out of it like water from a spring.
"Ohhhh, eat it!" Marian moaned. "Suck it out! Oh, God, eat your teacher, eat your teacher!" She humped at his face, her huge tits flapping.
"Mmmmm!" the boy moaned. "Mmmm, mmmmm, mmmmm!" He twisted his head, rubbing his face and mouth between Marian's legs, sucking out her juicy crotch, twisting his tongue inside her.
Marian shook all over. "I'm coming, darling, I'm coming, oh, God!"
The youth growled, sucking and chewing his teacher's spasming crotch. His naked prick looked as if it would split down the middle.
Marian pulled away, gasping for breath, her body glistening with sweat. Bracing her hands on the youth's shoulders, she lowered herself, squatting down to impale her cunt on the boy's rigid prick. Her tits slid down his chest and abdomen, and he moaned, rubbing himself against them. His prickhead kissed her gaping, dripping cuntlips, then disappeared inside her pussy along with the rest of his spikelike cock.
"Ohhhh, Goddd!" he moaned, tossing his head from side to side deliriously. "You're so fucking hot and soft and juicy in there!" Marian giggled. "All the boys say that, darling. Every one of them." She pressed her knees to the ground, wrapped her arms around his neck, rubbed her tits against him and began to ride. Pussycream ran out of her and drenched the youth's big balls, his prick made obscene squishing, sucking noises inside her. He groaned and she sighed. "Your cock's so hard, darling," she said.
"And so big!" She caressed his back, licked and kissed his flushed and fevered face. She covered his mouth with her own and forced her tongue into it. The boy's head fell back, his mouth gaping as the humping woman licked out his throat.
She threw her head back, laughing. "Isn't this fun, darling? Isn't it fun to fuck your teacher?"
The boy groaned deliriously, tossing his head from side to side, his hands braced on the ground behind him, his loins thrusting upward into the sliding cunt of the overweight woman. "Yeahhhh!" he growled. "Yeaaaaahhhhh, eaaaaahhhhhhh!"
Marian lifted one of her tits to his mouth, her purple nipple, covered with sexy bumps and crowned with an enormous erect tip, gleamed like a saucer in the sunlight. She tickled his lips with her nipple until he started to suck. She twisted her head with pleasure, humping faster.
"Oh, yes, angel, suck it, suck momma! You want milk, don't you angel, you want teacher's milk?"
"Yeahhhh!" the youth moaned, his mouth stuffed with nipple and tit, his loins thrusting frantically. "Mmmn, mmmm!" He munched on her fat nipple, out of his mind With lust and pleasure.
"Uhhh, uhhh, uhhh, uhhhhh!" Marian grunted, jerking up and down, her eyes rolling, her toes curled, her voracious pussy sliding up and down the youth's billyclub prick. As she fucked, the hot juice bubbled out of her, washing over the boy's hairy balls, pooling in the dust and staining it dark.
"Fuck youuuuu!" the boy growled, his ass pounding the dust, his prick knifing upward into the depths of the woman's hot loins. And he lapped at both her tits madly, sucking up mouthfuls of flesh, covering her tits and nipples with hickies.
Marian stroked his hair, kissed his face, grunting nonstop as her sucking pussy slipped up arid down his prick. "Let's come, angel. I can't wait any longer. Come with me. Oh, please!"
"Yeahhhhh!" the youth moaned, arching up, driving his loins against her crotch with loud smacks.
Marian fucked in a frenzy, her tits flapping like gigantic water-balloons. Her eyes rolled back until only the whites showed. The sweat poured off her. She shivered all over.
"Ohhh, God, I'm coming!" She shook with spasms, jerking up and down, her pussy sucking madly.
The boy broke from her embrace and threw himself flat on the ground. Thrashing as if he were being whipped, he hammered his cock in the woman's spasming cunt, arching up high, directing all his energy into his loins and upright cock. His toes curled, his eyes rolled back, and his body shuddered as spasms ripped through his loins.
"Awwwwwww!" he bellowed, exploding his cum straight up into the woman's body. "Fuck youuuuuuu!"
Marian gasped with each explosion of his cum inside her. She jerked up and down on his flexing, spurting cock, milking it from head to base with her spasming crotch.
"Give it to me!" she panted. "Squirt it, oh, yes!"
Gale sat on the ground, her hand up under her dress, her fingers thrust under her panties [and into her seething, juicing, spasming pussy. She chewed her lips to keep from crying out as the itchy thrills gnawed through her loins. It felt so good!
Marian dismounted, then crouched down and sucked the cum off the youth's half-hard cock. She licked her pussycream off his balls. The boy lay exhausted on the ground, moaning softly.
"You've earned yourself an A on tomorrow's quiz, young man," said Marian. "I'll bet you're happy about that."
"Real happy," the boy said, yawning as he stretched.
CHAPTER SIX
When Gale arrived home, she found a ten-speed bicycle parked in her parking spot and she braked just in time to avoid running it over. A half-naked boy jumped up off the lawn between the parking lot and the apartment-complex pool and he ran to pull his bike out of the way.
"That was close," Gale said, sliding out of the car with an armload of books. "You almost lost your bike, young man."
"Sorry, Miss Simms. I should've been watching for you."
Gale glanced at the pool and knew immediately what had distracted the boy's attention. About ten bikini-clad young women basked in the sun around the pool deck, their golden skin gleaming with suntan oil.
"You shouldn't have parked your bike there in the first place," she said, realizing finally that her visitor was none other than Jimmy Johnson, without his glasses, and dressed in only green gym trunks and red running shoes.
"Yes, Ma'am," he said, stealing a glance toward the pool.
Gale started walking toward the building, and the boy managed to tear himself away from the bathing beauties and follow her. "So what brings you here, Mr. Johnson, and where did you get my address?"
"I think my dad's looking for his book," he mumbled. "They gave me your address at school, in the office."
Gale didn't like the sound of that. Her address and phone number really ought to be kept confidential, not given out to any student who requested it.
She unlocked the outer door of her building and motioned the boy inside with her head. "Who specifically gave you my address, Mr. Johnson?"
"Mr. Smith, the new man-teacher," he said. "He was the only one in there after school. He asked me why I wanted to see you, and I said about a book. I didn't tell him about what book, though." The boy chuckled uneasily. Gale led the boy down the carpeted hallway to her apartment. His sweaty male scent hovered around her like a cloud, following her along. She was still in a kind of daze from watching Marian and Ben in the thicket. "Well," Gale said, unlocking the door of her apartment, "I hope you thanked Mr. Smith for going to the trouble of looking up my address for you. That sort of thing really isn't a teacher's job. Next time, don't bother a teacher, wait for the secretary to help you." What she was thinking but didn't say was, don't bother anybody in the school office for a teacher's address. It made her slightly sick to think that Wilson Manning and his lecherous buddies might be able to get hold of her address.
"He didn't go to any bother," Jimmy said. "He just told me your address and apartment number. Didn't even have to look it up."
"Are you sure?" Gale shut the door and she bolted the safety chain. She didn't like the sound of what she was hearing. How could a man she really didn't know have her address in his memory?
m "Sure," said Jimmy. "Now, about my dad's book-" "We'll discuss it in a minute," Gale said. "Just as soon as I get out of these hot clothes." She drew the patio-window drapes shut and switched on the air-conditioner. "Make yourself at home while I change."
In her bedroom, she stripped totally, then went to her dresser for fresh shorts, panties, and blouse. Everything decent was in the wash. She hadn't done her laundry in two weeks, being busy with the start of school and getting settled. She pulled her new bikini out of the drawer, the robin's-egg-blue one she'd bought on the spur of the moment at the shopping mall here in town.
She could kill three birds with one stone, she mused, stepping into the panties and drawing them up her smooth legs. She could pop her clothes in the washer, then take a dip in the pool and get some sun while the clothes laundered.
Gale carefully cupped her tits in the halter, disturbed at how little the tit- cups covered, hardly more than her nipples. Then she went back to the living room, her hands behind her back as she tried to tie a bow in her halter strings.
Jimmy Johnson had kicked off his sneakers and was peeking through the drapes, no doubt wishing he had binoculars so he could ogle the women at the pool better.
"Can you give me a hand, Jimmy?"
The boy spun around, red-faced and grinning with embarrassment. When he saw her, his eyes nearly popped out. In a split-second, it was as if his eyes had undressed her, X-rayed her, and raped her.
"Please, Jimmy," she said, a touch of irritation in her voice. She turned her back to him and presented him the untied ends of her halter strings.
"Sure," he said, stumbling toward her. His hands felt rough and grubby against her back, like scaly moist snakes. It seemed to take him forever to tie the knot, and a loose knot it was.
"Thank you," Gale said. The boy was breathing like an obscene phone-caller. She had goosebumps from his breath on her upper back.
She sat on the couch. "Have a seat, Jimmy."
Instead of sitting where she'd expected him to, in the chair across the room, he plopped his skinny ass on the couch, next to her, and his sweaty feet up on the coffee table. She stifled her desire to try to teach him some etiquette and got immediately down to business.
"So, your father is looking for his book. What do you propose we do about it?"
Jimmy glanced at her, his gaze falling immediately on her tits like sticky fingers. "You give me back the book, and I put it back where I found it."
"As simple as that?" Gale said, her heart starting to thud. The smell of this freshman boy was no different than the smell of Ben when he'd passed her desk after the footsie session in class, his huge prick as hard as stone, his juices flowing.
"Uh-huh," Jimmy said, his head shaking, his gaze glued to Gale's tits. "I promise never to read it again, or to read any other book in class except what you've assigned." There was a movement in the boy's green trunks, and Gale realized that the rigid fuckpole tenting the boy's trunks was a fully-grown male prick-shaft.
She began to sweat, her heart hammering. Her panties cut up between her swollen cunt-lips like a gag. She itched between the legs. Her cunt was leaking.
"Tell me," she said, unable to keep her gaze off the throbbing green tent. "Did you finish the book?"
"Almost," he said. "But that doesn't matter. I won't read anymore of it. I promise."
"Did you ever do any of those things the book talks about?"
His gaze finally left her tits, and Gale quickly met his eyes with her own. The youth's green tent still throbbed.
"No," he said. "I might some day, though -when I'm married."
Gale's breath came shakily. For some reason it thrilled her to find out that the boy was a virgin.
"Not before you're married?" she said. "Most boys don't wait to get married to do those things-or so I've heard. A lot of boys even your age do them."
"Yeah," he said. "I know." He licked his lips, studying her tits, then looking down to her crotch and along her smooth legs.
Gale spread her legs wide, her own knee touching his. She was shaking. She closed her eyes, leaned her head back and swallowed. "It's still hot in here," she half whispered. "And these panties are so tight. I think I'll pretend I'm Fanny Hill."
She raised her ass and wiggled off her panties, bringing her knees together, and pushed them down her legs. She kicked them off, spread her legs again, the air lapping at her wet crotch. She heard the boy panting, almost wheezing.
"This, too," she said, her eyes still closed. "It's uncomfortable." She tugged at her halter and the loose knot unraveled easily. She tossed the halter aside, her heart banging, her tits heaving, as she sat stark-naked next to the heavily breathing virgin boy.
"Oh, man!" he mumbled. "Oh, man, oh, man!"
Gale opened her eyes wide enough to see the boy stumble out of his trunks. His rigid prick looked grotesquely large, jutting like a club from his slender loins. His young cock would have looked large even on a pro-football tackle. A small patch of sandy hair, like a small trimmed mustache, sprouted from the boy's groin. His swollen balls hadn't a hair on them, nor did the rest of his trembling body.
The panting boy knocked over the coffee table as he scrambled to get between her legs. He kneeled on the floor and shoved his mouth to her crotch. His tongue slithered up and down her pussy-furrow.
Gale slumped down more on the couch, shoving a pillow under her ass to prop it up, giving the boy easier access to her cunt. She spread her legs as wide as she could, offering her cunt to the boy's lips. As he sucked and licked her pussy, she played with her tits. Her pussy dribbled fuckjuice.
"Pussy!" the boy muttered. "Pussy, pussy!" He sipped her fuckjuices as they dribbled out of her. He brought up his grubby hands and spread apart her pussylips with his thumbs, moaning with excitement as he stared into her gaping fuckhole. "Mmmn!" He plunged his nose and lips between her swollen cuntlips sucking hard, shoving his tongue in deep.
"Ohhh, Goddd!" Gale writhed, digging her fingernails into the boy's scalp as she crushed his face to her sizzling cunt. "Eat it out! Lick it out!"
The boy's face turned purple as he nearly suffocated between Gale's legs. She humped her horny cunt at his mouth, feeding him her quivering fuckmeat and her pussycream. It was so exciting, feeding a virgin boy his first pussy, fucking his virgin mouth.
"Eat it, you little bastard!" she hissed. "Suck teacher's hot cunt! Yes, like that, oh, yessss!" The boy's probing, wriggling tongue felt like an electric eel. She humped frantically, her dripping pussy pasted to the boy's face. Hot thrills streamed through her loins, down her legs, made her toes curl. Her crotch exploded.
"Ohhhhh, Godddd!" she whined, arching up, grinding her spasming cunt in the boy's mouth. "Eat it, suck it, oh, fuck!" She kicked her legs up in the air as if she were being fucked with a cock instead of a tongue. Her toes clutched. She humped, out of her mind with pleasure.
As her orgasm began to subside, she relaxed her grip on the boy's head. He twisted away, rising up, cuntjuice dripping from his chin, his lube-oozing prick nearly glued to his belly. He bent his huge fucker down, thrusting it like a torpedo between Gale's legs. His shoulders drove against the backs of her knees, pinning her knees to her own shoulders as he rammed his rigid prick straight up her cunt. His eyes rolled back and he shuddered all over, his prickhead buried to Gale's womb.
Gale's own eyes rolled back as her cunt was stuffed. The youth's hot, hard fuckmeat filed against her spasming clit, stretched the sensitive folds of Gale's spasming pussyhole. The intense stimulation made her nearly hit the ceiling. She whined, clawing the boy's smooth back, kicking at him with her heels.
"Ahhhhh!" the boy moaned, starting to fuck, pumping his hugely swollen prick in and out. "Ohhh, wowwww, feels so good!"
"Not so fast," Gale moaned, chewing her lips. Her pussy hurt, it was so sensitive. "Oh, God, please, oh, uhhh!"
The boy paid her no attention. If anything, her pleas for mercy only stimulated him, spurred him to fuck faster, harder, deeper. He rammed his big cock in and out eight inches with each thrust, grunting like a young bull, fucking with a natural, instinctive agility.
Gale gazed at him through blurred vision. His features were so young, and yet his expression was that of an intense, confident man of the world, a man of adventure. It was amazing how mature and powerful a young boy could look when he was fucking.
"Oh, teacher!" he gasped. "Oh, oh!" He was shaking, his eyes wobbling deliriously. His prick swelled inside her, buried in her to the hilt. He pulled out, then rammed in again, her muscular cunt sucking his prick fiercely. As his prickhead twisted in the mouth of her womb, he shuddered violently and ejaculated. "Ahhhhhhh!" he groaned, fucking into her, his ass bucking, his young eyes watery with ecstasy.
Gale stroked his back, contracted her cunt, milking the pleasure through his spine and the jism from his violently flexing cock. His spurts were hot and strong, drilling deep into her womb. As his prick shuddered and squirted inside her, she rocked her hips, trying to bring herself off again. , "Fuck me!" she moaned. "Fuck me, Jimmy, fuck me!"
The boy resumed his humping. His prick was still oozing cum, the spasms still shook his loins, but he started plunging his cock in and out as if he'd entered Gale only seconds ago. His fucker plooshed in her jism-flooded pussy-hole, and jism oozed out around his sliding prickshaft, greasing his balls and Gale's hot crotch.
"Wonderful!" Gale slid her legs off his shoulders and wrapped them around his waist, squeezing him between her legs as he fucked her. She stroked his ass with the hot soles of her feet, clawed him gently with her toenails. "Oh, stud, you fuck so well! You make my pussy feel so good!"
The boy ground his teeth, fucking harder. He grabbed her tits and squeezed them, got hold of her nipples and twisted them. "Knockers," he muttered, "and big juicy nipples!" He bent over her, sucking up mouthfuls of titflesh, biting at her nipples, sucking and licking, torturing them.
"Ohhh, Goddddd!" Gale writhed, going out of her mind from the boy's hot tit-sucking. She rocked her hips, her pussyhole contracting nonstop. The fuck-thrills saturated her tits, shot straight to her cunt. Her loins almost cramped as the pleasure surged and the fuck-tension reached a head.
The boy rammed into her, thrusting, thrusting, thrusting his big teenaged cock.
Gale arched up, her loins quivering. She groaned loudly and her cunt exploded with pleasure.
The boy snapped his head back, fucking into her to the hilt. His cock shuddered and started to spurt.
"Awwwwww, ohhhhhh, ahhhhhh!" They whined together in mutual ecstasy, rutting like a pair of coupled animals, their fuckjuices flowing and mingling.
As her pleasure reached a peak, Gale heard wild bells pealing in her skull. As her pleasure began to fade, she realized the phone was ringing. Reaching over to the end-table, she managed to drag the receiver off its hook.
"Hello," she mumbled, shaking all over, hardly able to talk from her panting.
"Miss Simms?" said a muffled male voice.
"Yes?" She pushed at Jimmy, trying to make him pull out, but he clung to her, making whimpering noises.
"This is Guy Smith, Miss Simms. Are you busy at the moment? I'd like to meet with you and discuss certain matters."
"What matters?"
"I'm afraid I can't speak freely over the phone, Miss Simms. May I come to your apartment, say within the hour?"
"Is it urgent?" "I don't know. It might be. I believe I've used poor judgment in giving out your address. There's a possibility you might run into some problems, something you won't be able to handle."
Gale looked at Jimmy, who had collapsed against her and sounded as if he had fallen asleep. She stroked his sweaty back. "Thank you for your concern, Mr. Smith, but I believe I can handle any problem that might come up.
"Please, Miss Simms, I really think we should talk."
"All right. If you insist. Give me a few minutes to tidy up around here."
"Great! See you within the hour then?"
After Gale hung up, she literally had to fight Jimmy off. He wanted to fuck some more. Even after two explosions, his prick was still hard, pointing straight out and twitching. "Get dressed!" she ordered, and she ran to the bedroom for his book. When she returned, he was tying his sneakers. She dropped the book on the couch and snatched up the cum-slimy pillow that had been under her ass. She ran back to her bedroom and tossed the pillow in the clothes hamper. When she returned, Jimmy was paging through "Fanny Hill."
"Out, you little lecher! I've got company on the way." She shoved Jimmy toward the door.
The door-buzzer sounded.
"Oh, Christ!" She dug her fingernails into Jimmy's shoulder. "Out through the patio,and quickly!"
The buzzer sounded again.
"My God, that man is pushy!"
"Can I come back later?" Jimmy asked as she unlocked the glass patio door.
She parted the drapes, opened the door and shoved him through. "Not today," she said. "For Godsake! We'll discuss it in school tomorrow. Now beat it!"
The buzzer sounded again.
"Insistent bastard!" Gale slammed and locked the patio door, found her bikini and ran to the wall switch. She pushed it, unlocking the outer door of the building and allowing her visitor to enter the hallway.
She was fumbling with her halter strings when there came the knock on the door. "Coming!"
She managed a precarious knot, then took a deep breath and opened her door to face Guy Smith.
Three smirking boys, with Wilson Manning in the lead, shoved their way into her apartment before she had a chance to react. Wilson slammed shut the door and bolted it. The boys leered at her, red-faced. The smell of sweat and beer invaded the air of Gale's apartment.
"I told ya she's a hot bitch," Wilson said, reaching out to pull Gale's bikini top off her tits.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Please, you guys, please? Can't we talk this over, please?" Gale stood trembling, hardly able to get the words out as the three half-drunk juniors pulled her bikini off. Her trembling was only partially from shock and fear. She was as excited as she was afraid.
"Don't scream," the tallest boy said. He spat out a purple wad of chewing gum, then, cupped his beer-smelling, grape-smelling mouth over Gale's. His fat tongue slid down her throat, tickling her tonsils. After a long French kiss, he pulled back, red-faced and breathing heavily.
Wilson stood behind her, feeling her ass, rubbing his hot prick up and down between her asscheeks.
The shortest boy of the trio, a stocky, muscular boy with close-cropped black hair, kneeled in front of her, biting at her hairy pussymound. "Spread your legs," he mumbled. "Open up your pussy." He sounded like the drunkest of the three.
Hot juice dribbled down Gale's legs as she spread them. The boy mashed his mouth to her crotch, licking and sucking excitedly.
"What are you going to do to me?" Gale said, knowing fully well what they were going to do to her. She was intentionally acting scared, as if playing a role. The truth was, she was so excited she could hardly stand up as the three hot youths pawed at her naked body.
"Gonna give ya what ya want," Wilson said, fucking his cock between her asscheeks. "Hot prick."
"Just don't scream," the tall youth said, stroking her tits. "We don't wanna hurt you."
Gale realized that she wouldn't scream even if she were terrified, even if they tried to hurt her. She couldn't scream. A scream would expose her, would start a scandal and she'd never be able to live down.
The three youths took off what little clothing they were wearing. The aroma of sweaty armpits and balls nearly choked Gale first, until she got used to it. Then she inhaled the musky male scent, letting it enter her blood and feed her lust even more.
The boys were all over her, licking her tits and belly, her ass and legs. Her skin prickled as their hot mouths devoured her. She wriggled, her cunt on fire, pussycream and jism running from her cunt. Wilson lapped up and down her asscrack, holding her asscheeks wide apart. As he slipped his tongue up her asshole, she moaned with pure lust, her heart slamming in her chest, almost hyperventilating she was panting so hard.
The short, stocky boy, whose name she finally remembered as being Billy something or other, burrowed his nose and lips between her legs, eating her pussy again. He slurped and sucked, chewing on her swollen, inflamed pussymeat, his hand pumping up and down his erect cock frantically.
The tall youth sucked her tits, concentrating on her nipples. He had bushy red hair and enormous prick, which he stroked back handed. She closed her eyes, visualizing where he sat in class. Thomas Lind was his name. She reached for his balls, big, warm, hairless. He let go of his cock, and she caught it, stroking it up and down, stimulating it with her fingertips. His fucklube fell on her wrist, thick and sticky. Her excitement surged.
"Let me suck it." she whispered, shocking herself as she uttered the words. And the boys all froze momentarily, as if they were shocked, too.
Billy fell away from her crotch, his chin and neck running with fuckjuices. Wilson pulled on her hips until she kneeled. She grabbed Tommy's big cock by the base of the shaft, bending it down to her lips. She licked the fucklube off his pricktip, then sucked his big cock knob into her mouth. As she went down on his fat prick, all three boys sighed, as if she were blowing all three of their pricks simultaneously.
"Mmn, eat that big fucker!" Tommy moaned, his hands on his hips, his loins thrusting as Gale sucked his prick.
"Kneel down, Tommy," Wilson directed, and as Tommy kneeled, Gale went down on her hands and knees.
"Let me fuck her first," Billy said, scrambling behind her. "You already fucked her once."
"You're right," Wilson said, moving out of the way so Billy could mount her ass. "She's all yours."
"Thanks," Billy said, rubbing his prick up and down Gale's jizz-oozing pussylips. He spread her hairy cuntlips with his thumbs and planted his glossy prickhead between them. As he fucked his stiff prick into her, he grunted and moaned.
Gale moaned with him, her eyes turning back in her head. She sucked Tommy's prick deep into her throat, wanting to bite it off and swallow it. Hot thrills saturated her mouth, her throat, streamed down to her cunt where even hotter sensations were pulsating into her pussymeat from Billy's sliding fucker. She wiggled her ass, going out of her mind with excitement. Here she was, both sucking and getting fucked at the same time.
Billy fucked like a hound mounted on a bitch, his prick pistoning, his hanging tongue dripping spit on Gale's ass. His prick squished obscenely in her cunt, fucking the jism out of her. His balls dripped with the slimy fuck-fluid.
"Ohhh, yeahhhh!" he sighed. "Ohhhh, yeahhhhhh!" His fingernails sank into her ass-cheeks. He jerked her back and forth on his prick as he fucked faster and faster up her cunt.
"Suck my big prick!" Tommy mumbled, gripping Gale's head and fucking her face. "Eat my big fucker! Suck the jizz outa it!"
Gale gagged as Tommy's prick rubbed her tonsils. Spit ran from her mouth, greasing the youth's swollen balls. She got control of her gagging, and she sucked, using her tongue all over his big sliding fucker, salivating all over it, eating his prick, tasting it, manipulating his cockshaft even with her throat.
"Oh, oh, oh!" Tommy grunted. "Uh, uh, uhhhhhhh!" He hunched forward, hugging Gale's head, pounding her face with his muscular loins. His prick rammed down her throat to the hilt and exploded. Hot cum spurted down her gullet.
Gale sucked, her heart slamming, snot bubbling from her nostrils. Her lips smacked as Tommy's big cock contracted and flexed between them. Jism filled her throat, her mouth. She swallowed frantically, choking, gagging, not wanting to waste a drop.
Mounted on her ass, Billy went into a fucking frenzy, his belly smacking her naked ass like a clapping hand, his prick fucking in and out of her pussy with an incredible speed. "Uhhhhh," he whined. "Ohhhhh, ahhhhh!" "Give it to her," Wilson urged. "Blast the uts outa her." "Ohhhhhhhhh!" Billy exploded, jerking pastically as his prick quivered and flexed, as is cum sloshed into her overfilled cunt. "Ahhhhhh!"
Swallowing cum with both her throat and pussy, Gale churned her ass, fucking herself on the boy's stiff, spurting prick, frantic to bring herself off before Billy's prick softened. Her pleasure surged toward a peak. She braced herself for the delicious explosion.
Billy's cock slipped out of her cunt. At the same time, Tommy's prick excited her mouth. She groaned with frustration, every cell of her body prickling with fuck-tension and crying for release.
"Fuck me!" she gibbered, cum dribbling down her chin. "Fuck me!"
Wilson mounted her.
"Oh, yes!" she muttered. "Do it, do it!"
He rubbed his huge cockhead up and down her cunt, greasing it with thick jism. He rubbed his prick knob in her asscrack, spreading the jism up and down her sexy furrow.
Gale was going out of her mind. "Shove it in! Oh, please, shove it innnn!"
She arched up, gasping, as he rammed his prick up her cunt. "Oh, yes, oh, yesss!"
He yanked his cock out of her, and she gasped again, this time with shock. She wanted to bawl, she was so frustrated.
Wilson rammed his prick between her ass-cheeks, against her tight, greased asspucker. Before she realized fully what he wanted, his huge cockhead had forced open her pucker. It stuffed her like a fist. Her shitter mouth blazed in pain, ready to split in a thousand places from the stretch. As she opened her mouth in a silent scream of her own, Wilson thrust, burying every inch of his cock up her asshole. His prickhead stabbed the pit of her guts.
Gale shook, unable to believe what was happening. The pain was excruciating. She could only blubber and snivel like a lunatic.
Wilson gripped her ass and started to fuck it, driving his rigid fucker in and out. His prick felt like a cylinder of red-hot steel inside her. Her loins felt as if they would explode from the terrible stretch.
"Hot ass!" Wilson hissed. "Tight hot bitch ass! Ahhhhh! Yeahhhh!" His belly pounded her upturned ass. His huge prick slammed in and out.
Gale recovered her voice. "Wilson, please!" she gasped. "You're killing me! Oh, God!"
He slapped her ass. "Relax, teacher, you'll love it!"
Gale tried to scramble away from him, but he just laughed and followed along behind her on his knees, gripping her hips and plugging her asshole with his rigid fucker. Tommy and Billy stepped in front of her, planting their feet on her hands and preventing her from crawling farther. Their spent pricks dangled over their balls like rubber hoses. They smirked down at her, watching their classmate fuck her asshole.
"Give it to her," Tommy said, stroking his floppy cock.
"Fuck her good," said Billy, jerking on his own stiff prick.
The two boys' pricks swelled and stiffened in seconds, and soon they were beating off in earnest, watching Wilson ass-fuck their teacher.
Wilson slowed his fucking. He slapped Gale's ass again. "Relax, will ya? You're gonna rip the skin off my prick. You're gonna make me come too quick. Take a deep breath. Relax."
Tears in her eyes, Gale managed a few deep breaths. The boy's prick throbbed in her ass, motionless, leaking fucklube into her bowels. Tommy and Billy beat their pricks close to her face, their pumping fists and lube-drooling knobs hypnotizing her. Her asshole softened, loosened, relaxed.
"Mmn, good girl," Wilson said. "You're learning, teacher." He eased his prick nearly all the way out of her, then sliced his cockshaft back in smoothly.
Gale held her breath as his long hard slab of fuckmeat rubbed her asspucker and the long canal of her shitter. As the boy drew his prick out, then slipped it in again, her asshole prickled with excitement. Fuck-heat saturated her loins. She loved it. She wanted more! She wiggled her ass, moaning, fucking the youth's big prick with her pleasure-filled asshole.
"Fuck me!" she gasped, her loins on fire, her pussy and asshole contracting. "Oh, yesss!"
"Hot teacher!" Wilson moaned. "Fuck your ass!"
The smell of teenaged balls made Gale drunk. The sight of two hard-cocked youths beating off in front of her, dripping fucklube on her cheeks, increased her excitement until she was gibbering like a crazy woman. She gyrated her ass, fucking the big cock that slammed in and out of her asshole. As she ass-fucked Wilson's prick, she shoved her tongue out, lapping at Tommy's and Billy balls, sucking the ends of their dripping cock knobs as they continued to beat off.
Wilson humped rhythmically, fucking his prickshaft into Gale's guts. Her stretched ass-pucker gripped his cock like a fist, being pulled this way and that as he drove his hot prick in and out. Her asshole walls undulated, contracted rhythmically, sucking his cock.
"Teacher!" he moaned. "Ohhh, teacher, I'm fucking your asshole! I'm gonna cream your asshole! Oh, yeahhh!"
Gale trembled, delirious with lust and pleasure. The fuck-tension grew tighter and tighter in her loins. Her tits swung, her nipples prickling and hard. She fucked her ass on the youth's cock, gyrating it, jerking his prick. She lapped and sucked at the balls and cockhead of the two boys in front of her. Her excitement reached the point of no return. Her asshole exploded with fuck-spasms.
"Ohhhhhhh!" she whined. "Oooooooh!"
"She's coming!" the boys muttered in unison, and Tommy and Billy shoved their pricks toward her face, spurting all over it.
She opened her mouth, her tongue hanging out, gobs of hot jism splashing against her tonsils, against the roof of her mouth, onto her tongue. Jism spurted onto her nose and cheeks. The ejaculating youths moaned in unison, their bodies shaking as they pumped their loads onto their gasping teacher.
Wilson rammed his prick in to the hilt, wrapping his arms around her ass and clinging to it as he grunted and pumped his slimy load up her asshole. "Teacher!" he moaned. "Ohhh, teacher! Hot tight ass!" Gale shook with excitement and fuck-sensation, her loins contracting with toe-curling spasms. She'd never dreamed that her asshole could be the source of such pleasure. Her orgasm went on and on, even after all three boys had stopped pumping out their cum. Wilson fell on her with all his weight, and she collapsed under him, her clutching pussy milking his softening cock.
A few minutes later, the three boys were getting dressed. They were quiet, as if sobering up and beginning to feel guilty about what they'd done. Gale wiped the cum off her face, then licked it off her fingers, giggling as the boys eyed her. She stood up, slipping into her bikini panties. As she leaned over, hot hands felt up her tits, played with her nipples. Wilson got down behind her and kissed her ass just before she pulled the panties over it. She snatched up her halter and straightened up. Tommy and Billy continued playing with her tits until she had to tell them to stop.
"What fascinates boys so much about a woman's tits?" she asked teasingly. She covered her nipples with the titcups, enjoying the unswerving attentions of the boys. "Will somebody tie me up?"
Wilson's finger trembled as he tied a bow in her halter strings. When he finished he shoved a hand down her panties from behind, giving her bare ass a squeeze.
Gale felt hot again. She was ready to rip off her bikini and throw her naked body before the three boys.
"Hey," she said, "why don't we all-" A loud buzz drowned out her words.
Good God! she thought. She'd actually forgot about Guy Smith!
"You've got to leave," she said. "Quickly!"
"We were just going," Wilson said, and the other two boys nodded their heads.
"This way, please!" She showed the three flushed youths to the patio door and let them out. "See you all in school," she called after them, then locked the door and went to the wall switch to buzz Guy Smith in-if it was Guy Smith this time!
CHAPTER EIGHT
The tall, strapping teacher, as usual wearing his dark glasses and mustache, was dressed in snug-fitting white shorts, sandals, and a red sport-shirt, open at the neck to reveal a muscular chest covered with salt-and-pepper hair. He stood in the doorway, smoothing one of his bushy gray sideburns and smiling thinly. "Come in," Gale said. "Make yourself at home. Would you like a drink? All I have is wine."
"Fine," he said softly, taking a seat on the couch as Gale closed the door.
Nervously, she tiptoed to the kitchen. Glancing back over her shoulder just before she left the room, she saw Guy sniffing the air.
Christ! she thought. She should have sprayed with a room deodorizer before letting him in. The scent of fucking and pussy and young male were probably suffocating him. There was no hiding the fact from him now that an orgy had taken place in the livingroom.
Gale was so shaky as she poured out two glasses of red wine that she spilled almost as much as she managed to put in the glasses. She got out a new roll of paper towels to wipe up the mess. She felt like crawling out through the kitchen window and running away. If Guy had his suspicions about what had happened in her classroom earlier today, then they were surely confirmed now. He probably took her for the world's biggest slut.
She gulped down her glass of wine. How as she going to handle him? It would be silly to play games. He knew what was going on between her and her students. She'd only make a bigger fool of herself if she tried to play cover-up.
She poured herself another glass of wine and sipped it. Who knows, maybe Guy had been sitting out there, spying on her for the last hour. It was conceivable that he'd seen Jimmy Johnson troop into the building with her. He'd possibly seen Wilson and his two friends enter the building, too. What was this Guy Smith up to? Maybe he just wanted to warn her about what she was getting into. Well, it was too late for that.
As she finished her glass, starting to feel warm and slightly light-headed, she smiled. Maybe he wants in on the action, she mused. Maybe he wants to get fucked.
She wouldn't mind fucking him, not at all! He was quite handsome, and built like a man in his twenties instead of his forties. He'd taken good care of himself. Besides, the fact that he was an older man turned her on.
She filled her glass for the third time, then padded out of the kitchen, her tits jiggling in their scanty cups. Her course of action was decided. If he was on her side, great. If not, if he wanted to blackmail her, she would win him over with her body. In fact, he had no chance against her. She wouldn't give him a chance.
"Here we are," she said, handing Guy his glass of wine and sitting down next to him on the couch. She smiled warmly, sipping her wine, letting her legs spread, easing her foot over and touching her toes to Guy's bare, sandaled foot. She would waste no time. "Drink up, Guy. I'm so glad you could come."
He swallowed, smiling at her nervously, sipping his wine. He nodded. "Excellent."
"Glad you like it, Guy." Gale giggled. She began to stroke his hairy shin with her toe. "Such muscular legs! I'm impressed, Guy."
He squirmed uneasily, his glance slipping to her tits. "Thank you," he said softly, his voice extremely deep, like the trained voice of a newscaster.
The man appeared extremely stiff, like an actor with stage-fright, like a teacher on the first day of class. His nervousness gave Gale confidence and strength. She knew she could handle him now.
She put down her glass. "You seem tense, Guy. You must have had a rough day at school. I think I can do something about that." She reached over to unbutton his shirt.
He gulped down the last of his wine. He was shaking. "Miss Simms, what-" "Shhh!" Gale touched her finger to his lips. She'd moved over, almost sitting in his lap, facing him. "We'll take off your shirt, and I'll massage your shoulders. It'll relax you."
He sat forward slightly, assisting her in getting the shirt off him. He was more muscular than she'd imagined. Excited, she began to caress and massage his shoulders, his square, thickly developed pectoral muscles. He slumped back with a sigh. She reached up to remove his glasses.
He stopped her. "Please," he said.
"Sure, if you want them left on-" What is he, blind in one eye? she wondered, resuming her massage. Those dark lenses bugged her.
Sweat trickled from his armpits and she spread it like massage oil over his rippling, hairy belly. As her hands moved down to his shorts, he sucked his gut in. Her hand slid under his shorts.
"My!" she gasped, truly shocked by the heat radiating from the man's hugely swollen prickhead. Then she slid down to the floor, sitting between his legs as she unzipped his shorts.
His dark lenses stared down at her, expressionless.
Giggling with slight unease, she pulled his shorts down his legs. He lifted his ass to assist. His prick throbbed against his belly.
"So nice and big and hard," she cooed, caressing his fuckrod with her fingers. She unbuckled the man's sandals, taking them off one by one, then slid his shorts off over his naked feet.
He sat there without a stitch on, except for his dark glasses. He reached down, pushing his thick fingers into Gale's tit-cups.
"So, you'd like to see my titties, huh, Guy?" Gale reached behind her back and she tugged open her bow. The titcups fell away, and Gale watched with satisfaction as Guy licked his lips. She rose to her knees, then to her feet. She turned her ass to the man and peeled down her panties, wiggling her ass in his face.
He kissed her ass, his mustache tickling it. His hands gripped her hips.
"Uh-uh," Gale said, twisting out of his grasp. "You can have me when I'm ready, not before." She watched him swallow and bit his lips as she sank down in front of him again. She wondered how long she could tease him like this before he lost control and raped her.
She leaned between his legs, blowing on his cock and balls. His prick hammered his belly, throbbing crazily. His balls shifted restlessly in their hairy sac. She nipped his sac-skin with her teeth, then lapped at his big balls.
He caught his breath, started to pant, squirmed as she licked and sucked his balls.
She gave his balls an extended tongue bath, teasing his excitement. Her own excitement mounted, but she denied herself, not touching her pulsating cunt. Jism oozed from her pussy and asshole, leaking down between her legs.
She wrapped her hands around his cock, drew it toward her and began to munch on its lube-oozing knob. As she lapped at and sucked his hot prickhead, she stroked his cockshaft from one end to the other, letting her soft fingers play over his silky hot prick-skin.
The man moaned, writhing. His cock strained as if trying to break free of her grasp.
"You like that, Guy, huh? Mmn, you've got such a nice big juicy prick! Let me suck it!" She opened her mouth wide and sank her lips down around his thick cockshaft, swallowing the man's cock until his knob lodged in her throat. She churned her tongue at the rear of his prickhead as she bobbed her head, sliding her lips up and down, sucking, munching. As she blew the man, she kept her eyes trained seductively on his dark glasses. She wondered if his eyes were rolling, wondered what his eyes looked like.
She pulled up off his cock, breathing heavily. "Whew, Guy, it's a job to suck your big prick! I love the taste of it, though."
She rose up slightly and leaned forward, rubbing the man's hot prickhead against her creamy tits, greasing up her nipples with the warm fucklube. As she squeezed the man's cock tightly to milk out the lube, his pisshole gaped hugely. She inserted one of her nipples in his open pisshole and fucked his cock with it.
The man moaned, his prick quivering, fucklube bubbling out around Gale's stiff young nipple.
"Oh, Guy, you're leaking all over!" Gale cooed. "Like my titties, Guy? Like my hot nipple?" She brought her other nipple over to his cockhead and fucked his pisshole with that nipple, too.
The man's hot paws fell on her, stroking her head, her face, moving down to feel up her tits. She rose up, shoving her hot tits against his mouth.
"Suck 'em," she hissed. "Suck my hot tits, you big horny man!"
The man groaned, shoving her tits together, making them mound up, lapping at them. His wet tongue tortured her nipples, the bumps on her swollen nipples. Her tits swelled in his hands, saturated with fuck-thrills.
"Oh, Guy, I can't stand it!" And she truly couldn't. She'd intended to blow the man, to torture his prick slowly with her lips and tongue until he shot off in her mouth, but now she was too hot for that. She climbed up in the man's lap, straddling his thighs. His huge prick throbbed against her ass and she reached down to grab it, rubbing his pulsating cockhead all over her asscrack and crotch, up and down between her pussylips. Jism oozed from her fuckholes, running down over the man's cock like sticky frosting. She spread the jism all over his prick and balls, feeling his hot fucker swell and harden in her hand.
"Oh, Guy!" she cooed. "Oh, guy, let's fuck!"
Blood vessels stood out on the man's neck and forehead. His face pulsated a hot red. He grasped her waist, his big hands nearly encircling it, and he lifted her up as she guided his prickhead between her lust-swollen cuntlips.
"Fuck me, Guy, fuck me!" She screwed herself down on his cock as he assisted with his hands, twisting her body slightly as her cunt was impaled. Her ass squashed down on his big, jism-greased balls. His prickhead throbbed deep in her pussy. She sat there, shaking with excitement, enjoying the feel of his huge fuckrod stuffing her cunt.
"Oh, Guy, we're fucking!" She shimmied her cuntlips, contracted her juicy fuckhole again and again, squeezing and massaging his prick with her cunt muscles.
His prick flexed inside her and he moaned, twisting his head from side to side.
Gale began to ride.
She raised up until only his prickhead throbbed inside her, fucked down, tightening her cunt, wiggling her ass, trying to skin his prick alive with her slippery cunt walls. His fingers clawed into her asscheeks and his prick hardened like steel. She lifted up, then fucked down again, making sure to wriggle her body so as to screw down with her cunt.
"Oh, Guy," she cooed, massaging his hairy chest, tickling his stiff nipples, rubbing her silky body against him. "This feels so good! I love your big hard prick inside me. I love to fuck it!"
She braced her hands on his shoulders, then jerked up and down, fucking his cock rapidly, making it squish inside her. As she slid up and down his slippery fuckpole, she rubbed her tits in his face, rubbed her hot nipples on his lips. He sucked her hard tit-tips, munched on her nipples, sucked up mouthfuls of titflesh.
"Ohhhhh, I can't stand it!" she whined, her cunt contracting wildly, the pleasure saturating her tits and shooting straight to her cock-stuffed pussy. "Oh, Guy, oh Guy!"
"Gale!" he muttered. "Oh, Gale, you little mink!"
Gale screwed up and down, fucking the man's prick, lapping at his cheeks and ears, rubbing her tits and belly all over him. His prick fucked the jism out of her. Thick fuckcream drenched his balls as it squished out of her, pooling on the couch between his legs. The pleasure gnawed through Gale's crotch. She couldn't hold on another second.
"I'm coming!" she gasped. "Oh, Guy, I'm coming!" She shuddered, her cunt grinding up and down on the man's hard cock. She jerked up and down, the pleasure saturating her loins, flowing in hot waves through her legs and to the tips of her toes.
Guy fucked madly up into her, trying to bring himself off. He seemed to be getting close when Gale's orgasm began to subside. A wicked idea took hold of her and she jerked upward, off the man's cock entirely. Writhing with pleasure, Gale got hold of the man's prick, and she shakily guided it between her asscheeks. She fucked down hard, completely swallowing his cock with her hot, cum-greased asshole.
"Fuck my hot little shithole," she mumbled. "You big horny man you, fuck my itchy little ass!"
"Jesus Christ, I don't believe this!" the man muttered, digging his fingers into her asscheeks and jerking her up and down on his upright prick. "Mink, hot mink!"
Gale giggled hysterically, her tits flapping as the muscular man bounced her up and down on his cock, fucking her asshole. It was as if she were a naughty young girl again. What she was doing was so wicked! If her mother could only see her now! She writhed in the man's arms, pretending he was her father, pretending she was ass-fucking her father's prick! Poor Daddy, what pleasure he would have gotten out of fucking her tight little shithole!
"Faster!" she gasped. "Harder, deeper!"
She jerked up and down with all her agility and strength, her ass juggled in the man's hands, her asshole slipping up and down his billyclub cock. The man's prick up her shitter sounded like a toilet plunger. The obscene squishing sounds excited her. She fucked the man's cock, her lungs heaving so that they were beginning to ache.
"Fuck me!" she gasped. "Fuck me! Squirt your jizz into me! Squirt it, quick, quick!"
"Ohhhh baby!" the man growled, tossing his head from side to side, humping frantically, plunging his big prick up into her asshole as she fucked up and down on it. "Baby, bitch baby!"
"Quick!" Gale moaned, going mad with pleasure. "I'm gonna come! Squirt it, squirt it!"
The man crushed her in his arms, ground his enormous cock in her guts, chewed into the side of her neck. His prick flexed powerfully inside her and ejaculated. Hot cum scalded her bowels. His prick jerked and shuddered and spurted.
"Ahhhhhh!" he growled. "Baby, mink, awwwww!"
Gale wriggled in his crushing embrace, her body covered with goosebumps, chills and hot-flashes alternately washing through her flesh. As his electrifying cock shot jism and pleasure into her clutching asshole, her loins overloaded with tension and exploded with spasms. She whined, whimpered, jerking, grunting, coming endlessly as her asshole sucked, sucked, sucked the man's spurting cock.
"Yessss!" she hissed. "Yesss, yesssss!" She showered the man's face with kisses and bites. Her fingers shot up into his bushy sideburns, into the graying hair on his temples. She hooked his glasses and knocked them off.
It was like staring into the eyes of a ghost. For a moment, she was sure she was hallucinating, out of her skull from the frantic ecstasy of her orgasm. But when the man spoke, she knew beyond doubt that she was imagining nothing.
"Baby! My little bitch!" The man stroked her face, his eyes rolling drunkenly, his body shuddering with pleasure.
"Daddy!" she gasped. "Oh, Daddy!" Her diminishing orgasm renewed itself, and she squirmed, going crazy with pleasure. "Daddy, oh, God, it's you!"
CHAPTER NINE
"You see," her dad was saying, "when your mother kicked me out, I decided to start a whole new life. I went back to school, got my master's in education, started teaching high school. I even changed my name. I kept tabs on you, though, followed you every step of the way through high school and college. What really surprised me is that you stuck with that all-girl school through college. I'd been sure you'd break loose from your mother's apron strings once you got out of high school."
"She had me brainwashed," Gale said, lazily licking her father's stiff prick. They were lying on Gale's bed, her father on his back and with his legs spread, Gale on her belly between his legs so she could pleasure him while they talked. "She had me feeling so guilty over sex in general that I had to obey her to help alleviate the guilt. And I blamed you because it helped ease some of my own guilt. I'm so sorry."
"Nonsense," her father said, rubbing his prick on her flushed cheeks. "Nothing to be sorry about. You were a young girl. She's to blame, not you."
Gale kissed his prick. "Thank you, Daddy. I knew you'd understand-although I surely never imagined I'd see you again someday, especially like this."
He chuckled. "There were times when I wondered whether I'd ever have the guts to confront you again. I've been waiting years for the right situation to present itself. As it happened, my blunder brought us together."
"How's that, Daddy?" Gale was only half listening. She couldn't keep her hands or lips off her dad's big sexy prick. It was leaking fucklube again, and his balls were swelling up, making more cum for her.
He breathed faster, panting as he spoke. "I knew you were fucking around with the boys when I spotted that one stumble out of your classroom this noon. He had a flushed face and a smirk that said only one thing-I got me some pussy. And then you came out, looking the same way you did when your mother caught you and I fucking our brains out. Let me tell you, it excited me to know you were back to having a little fun."
"Today was the first time since you and I did it, Daddy."
He raised up on his elbows as she nuzzled and sucked his balls. "You're kidding me!" he grunted.
"Uh-uh, Daddy."
"That's over ten years, for christsake!"
"You're telling me! I don't know if I'll ever be able to make up for all the fucking I missed during high school and college."
"You'll make up for it," he said. "I guarantee it. With all those horny boys after you, you'll make up for it."
A wave of excitement washed through Gale and she shivered, her bowels twinged with an anxious pleasure. "You gave those boys my address purposely, didn't you, Daddy, just so I'd get into practice for you?"
He fell back again as she began to lick his cock. "No," he said. "That was my blunder, or what I believe to be my blunder. It didn't occur to me until after I'd given out your address to two different boys that I might have made a mistake. Meek little boys can turn to rapists."
Gale giggled, lapping wetly, sucking her dad's big juicy cock knob. "How exciting!"
Her dad moaned. "Jesus, you're still the little mink I knew ten years ago. You haven't changed a bit, except you've filled out more in the right places-all the right places."
Gale sank her mouth over his cock and she munched, drooling spit down his long prickshaft, rubbing the spit on his balls.
"Daddy?" she said, pulling up off his cock as a thought crossed her mind.
"Huh?" He lay back with his eyes closed, rubbing his ass in slow circles on the bedspread as she played with and pleasured his big dripping cock.
"Do you think I'll get into trouble, Daddy, playing around with those boys? I mean, look what trouble I got into playing around with you."
He chuckled. "If you keep your mother out of town, there's probably nothing to worry about, as long as you keep the boys happy. I've been teaching for eight years now. Don't think I haven't gotten my prick into some tight teenaged pussy during the last eight years, and don't think I won't get it into a lot more!"
"Oh, Daddy, you dirty old man!" Gale went down on him again, swallowing as much of his prick as she could. She imagined she could taste the pussycream of a thousand young girls in her dad's prick-skin. She imagined his big cock fucking in and out of the pussies of squirming teenaged girls, and she became wonderfully excited. Her crotch throbbed.
She got up over her dad, turning the opposite direction so she could feed him her pussy while she sucked his cock. As she settled down onto his hard body, she mashed her hairy wet pussy into his mouth. He groaned, reaching up to spread her cunt wide open. Then he began to eat her pussy.
Gale's heart hammered. She gasped, stuffing her mouth with his big hard prick and sucking furiously as his tongue licked out her seething pussyhole. Her lust and excitement knew no bounds. Her fuck-hunger was insatiable.
"Oh, eat me!" she gibbered, salivating all over her father's prick, rubbing her juicy cunt m his mouth, rubbing her hot, silky skin all over his hairy body. "Feels so good, Daddy, feels so good!"
"Mmn, baby!" he mumbled, sucking her swollen pussylips, licking out her fuckhole. "Suck my cock!"
She bobbed her head, her lips sliding up and down around her father's rigid fuckpole, her tongue flapping all over it. She sucked his hard fuckmeat into her throat, manipulating it by undulating her throat muscles. Fucklube oozed from her dad's cock and she swallowed it, just as her father was sucking down the pussycream that leaked from her cunt.
Gale's loins swelled with fuck-tension. Needles of fire wormed through her pussy, through her asshole. She humped, fucking her dad's mouth, grinding her juicy cunt in his face, bobbing her head and sucking his cock faster, harder. His massive fuckpole quivered in her mouth, swelling, hardening, tightening. She jerked her ass, humping, shaking with fuck-itch and mounting excitement.
Her dad's tongue shot deep inside her, tickling her sensitive cunt walls like an electric probe, licking out the juicy folds of her cunthole. She swallowed his cock to the base, sucking frantically, hungry for his hot fuckcream. Her eyes rolled dizzily. She saw stars. Her dad's cock flexed and spurted, shooting cum into her gullet, and her cunt exploded, her hot pussycream leaking into his mouth.
"Mmmm!" he moaned, munching her spasming fuckhole, sucking, licking. "Mmm, uhh!" His ass bucked and his cock pulsed.
Hot jism gushed into Gale's throat.
She swallowed hungrily, gulping down her father's thick jism, sucking his shuddering, spurting prick, unable to get enough prickmeat, enough slick cum. She cooed and moaned as she munched, humping frantically, feeding her dad her Spasming, juicing pussy. The fuck-itch saturated her loins. She felt juicy throbs in her tits and toes. She clung to her father, feeding him pussy while she ate his cock. It felt so fucking good, she could hardly stand it!
That night, they slept together.
CHAPTER TEN
Gale sat in the girls' restroom, playing with her hot wet pussy. She'd worn shorts, sandals and a blouse today, which made it simple to strip completely in the stall to beat off. She felt ultra-sexy in the cool, humid air of the basement John. Leaning back against the wall, she raised her bare feet up and braced them against the sides of the stall door-frame. Some hot pussyjuice dribbled out into the toilet water as she lazily fingerfucked herself.
Christ, she was horny! She'd sat through three endless classes this morning, ogled by dozens of hot youths with huge bulges in their pants. She'd been tempted to strip in class and invite them to gang-rape her. Her pussy hadn't had an unthrobbing moment all morning. Then Mr. Cranston had shown up to observe her teaching methods during the last half hour of her junior English class, so she'd had no chance to invite Wilson Manning or any of his friends to stay after class. Mr. Cranston had complimented her, both on her teaching and her outfit. He'd acted almost as if he were going to suggest a private conference with her after class, himself, married man though he was. As horny as she was, she would have gladly fucked him if he'd asked. But he hadn't, so here she sat, skipping lunch so she could drain some of the heat and tension out of her pussy.
The outer door of the restroom opened. "Psst! Trish, you in here? Trish?"
Gale's heart slammed. Jesus Christ, it was Ben, big hard-cocked Ben! Her cunt contracted and a rush of pussyjuice dribbled into the toilet. She was so excited, she almost fell off her seat. She brought her bare feet down, catching herself.
"So there you are, little bitch!" Ben shut the door behind him and he locked it. "Christ, look at them sexy feet and legs!" He kicked off his sneakers and unzipped his jeans.
Gale sat there, frozen, weak, her heart slamming. She was terrified, excited beyond belief! Through the crack between the stall door and the frame, she saw Ben drop his last stitch of clothing. He stood there, looking flushed and sweaty, a lusty leer on his face, his prick huge and throbbing. Suddenly, he dropped to his hands and knees and crawled toward her, his cock wagging under him like a dripping club.
"Shove them sexy bitch feet out here," he said. "I wanna suck me some bitch toes."
Gale leaned back, feeding the youth her toes. Thrills shot up her legs as the boy's hot tongue and lips munched her itching, prickling feet. She shoved a finger up her pussy and fucked herself.
The youth sat back, lifting her feet and rubbing his hot prick against them. He put her soles together and fucked between them, his sliding prick sending more excitement racing through her legs.
"Mmn, man, you've got the sexiest bitch feet," he said, shimmying his prick between them, sliding it back and forth, rubbing it ail over her hot soles. His big prick leaked fucklube on her ankles.
She rolled his prick between her feet, tickled his hairy balls with her toes.
"Ohhhh, yeahhh!" He lifted her feet and sucked her toes some more.
Gale squished her finger faster and faster in her pussy.
He dropped her feet. "Come out here, you sexy bitch! I'm gonna fuck the shit outa you."
As Gale slid off the toilet, delirious with excitement, her heart slamming so loudly she could hardly hear, the boy said, "Hey wait. Just shove your ass out. Get down like a bitch dog and shove your ass out the door."
Gale crouched down on her hands and knees, the pussyjuice running down her legs like hot water. She used her ass to shove open the stall door. Her ass, waist, and legs appeared outside the stall.
"Ohhhh, yeahhhh! Never saw nothing so sexy in my life!" He mounted her, ramming his stiff prick straight up her cunt as he gripped her slender waist and hugged her ass to him. "Ahhhh! Ohhhh, yeahhhh!"
Gale's toes curled. Her ass throbbed with heat and fuck-tension. She wiggled it, crazy for the boy to fuck her.
"Mmn, mmn!" The youth humped, smacking her ass with his hard belly, driving his cock in and out. "Juicy hot bitch, yeahhhh!"
Gale played with her hanging tits, pulling on her nipples. She gasped with each hard thrust delivered to her cunt, gyrating her naked ass, feeling the boy's prickhead slamming into the mouth of her womb.
"Oh, Trish!" the boy moaned. "Oh, Trish, you make me feel so good! I could fuck you forever, baby, I could fuck your juicy bitch cunt forever! It's so tight, so hot, so wet! Yeahhhh!"
Gale's fuck-itch gorged her cuntlips, her pussyhole, her asshole and entire ass. As the hot sensations rushed to every cell of her body, her pussy exploded with spasms.
"Ohhhh!" she whined. "Ohhh, oooooh!"
"Trish!" the youth moaned, hammering his prick in her juicy clutching fuckhole. "Oh, God, oh, shit!" His prick flexed and spurted. "Awwwww!"
The spurts came hot and heavy. Gale savored each forceful explosion, her pussy chewing the youth's bone-hard cock, milking the cum out of it. She shuddered in response to each wet shot.
Ben pulled out and sat back on his heels. "Come out here, you beautiful bitch, I wanna French your throat awhile."
Gale backed out of the stall, her pussyhole still open and leaking cum. She turned to face him.
He stared at her, speechless, his red face going white. He put his hand to his forehead. "Jesus Christ!" he whispered.
"No, it's Miss Simms," Gale said, feeling a surge of strength and confidence at the youth's shock. "You can call me Gale, except in class. In class you'll always address me as Miss Simms."
He gazed at her, still speechless, the sex-flush returning slowly to his face as his gaze wandered, taking in her tits and the rest of her curvaceous body. His half-hard prick, snapped up to a full, throbbing erection once more.
Gale stood up, showing him her pussy. "Eat me," she said. "Eat your teacher." She glanced at her silver watch, which was all she was wearing. "And after you've sucked out my cunt, we'll still have plenty of time for some ass-fucking. Do you like to fuck ass, stud?"
He stared at her as if not comprehending.
She turned and showed him her ass, reaching back to spread her asscheeks and showing him her moist, twitching asspucker.
"Oh, Christ!" he said. "Let me fuck it!"
She bent over. "Sure, stud-after you give my whole ass a good tongue-bath."
