Chapter Four
"Jean-Marc?"
I was in the middle of one of my favorite fantasies when the redheaded freshman next to me interrupted my lurid thoughts. Sally was leaned over her desk looking at me earnestly.
"Yeah?" I answered impatiently. I had little patience for her. She was by far one of the prettiest girls in our class, if not the school, but she had a vapid empty-headedness that was a real turn off.
"Um, what did you get for the last question on the test?"
"Le Metro. It's what they call the subway system in Paris. We covered that last week, remember."
She just stared, her eyes seemed distant, her spirit broken.
"My dad's gonna kill me if I don't get my grades up."
She seemed different now, vulnerable in a way. I could see her bright green eyes sparkle and shine with moisture; she was fighting back the tears. She brushed several long tendrils of tightly curled red hair in front of her face to hide the embarrassment. Something inside broke and I longer felt utter disdain for the freshman.
"Do you need some help studying?"
She sniffled and then looked up, "You mean it? You're not just jerking my chain are you?"
"No, but only if you're serious about it. I'm not going to just give you the answers, you're going to have to learn it."
Her eyes cleared, "It's a deal. Can you come by this afternoon, like threeish? My folks won't mind. I'd really appreciate it. I'll even spring for dinner."
I'd miss my afternooner with Charlette, but she'd live, "Can do."
She scribbled her address on a sheet of paper and then turned back to watch Ms. Dubois finish the lesson of the day. When she was done and the students all filed out, I apologized to Ms. Dubois, saying I needed to help another student study.
Charlette pouted slightly, "Oh come now, you must not disappoint your teacher." She had my head in her hands, pulling it towards her. We locked in a heated embrace. My hands stroked her large breasts through her satin blouse. I undid the shirt's buttons slowly and then unhooked her front-clipped bra. I licked each pick areola, and sucked her nipples to erection. She moaned with delight as I increased the power of my attentions on her tits.
I turned her around, unzipped her skirt, and then laid her over a nearby desk. I pulled the navy blue material down, exposing the pale skin of her firm ass. As always, she wasn't wearing any panties. Kneeling, I buried my face in her wet cunt, tongue diving down her vaginal folds. My French teacher gasped, and gripped the desk as tight as possible as I ate her out. I ran my tongue over her clit and the drove it back inside her. I knew exactly what she liked and it didn't take long before I had her cumming all over my face. We kissed for several more minutes and then I had to excuse myself.
As I slipped through the door, I caught Charlette's breathless voice calling out, "If you see Ms. Sanchez, tell her I'd like to have a 'conference' with her."
I smiled, took a deep breath to calm down and headed for the parking lot. Sally lived in the nicest neighborhood in town. The cheapest house in her gated community was probably still over 2 million dollars in price. I found her house easily (thanks to directions from the guard at the gate). It was full-on mansion, complete with guesthouse, pool and what looked like about a billion bedrooms.
With more than a little trepidation I walked up and rang the bell. Sally opened it and ushered me in. She looked out-of-place in cutoff sweat pants that barely covered her ass, and baby-tee shirt that came down just below her rib cage. Her long red hair was tied back in a loose ponytail.
"Thanks for coming Jean-Marc. I really appreciate this."
I was taking in the whole of the foyer and massive rooms attached to it. I was almost too lost in awe to reply, "Sure, No problem."
"C'mon out back, Daddy's setup the guest house as a study of sorts."
I followed her out to the "guest house," which was in truth, bigger than my own house. It was furnished comfortably, with desks, bookshelves, and the like scattered around the house. It was every scholar's dream house. Sally laid out on the living room couch, kicking her sandals off and stretching her barefoot feet.
"I was afraid you wouldn't show. Like it was kind of a joke or something."
"Look, I give you and your friends crap in class to get you to shut up. Asking for help shows me that you're serious about the class."
"Oh. OK."
"Now, let's get to business." I cracked open the textbook I'd brought and began quizzing her on various sections of the course.
An hour passed and soon Sally and I were sitting close to each other on the couch. She smelled of vanilla, light and sweet. I hadn't realized how I'd become so accustomed to fucking someone everyday. My balls ached and my cock was swelling with each passing moment of our proximity.
Suddenly Sally stood up and stretched. "I need a break." she sighed and pulled her shirt over her head. My heart stopped for a moment, until I realized that she was wearing a white bikini top underneath. "Wanna take a dip? I'm sure one of Daddy's suits would fit you."
Remembering my erection I said, "Maybe next time. I'll just get out and stretch."
She shrugged as she pulled her shorts off, revealing matching white bikini bottoms, "Your loss. I've been dying to try out this new suit. How does it look?" She twirled for my appraisal.
"Nice. Really." It looked damn hot on her. The bottoms were low-cut, just barely concealing anything. The back left just a slit of her ass show. The top held her developing A-cup breasts firmly in place, her small nipples showing from underneath.
Sally skipped out the door and dove into the pool. I got up and went to the kitchen, snagging a soda, and stealing furtive glances out the window as the young redhead did slow, easy laps. This wasn't helping my erection at all. I finally wandered away, deciding a tour of the house may help get my mind off of her.
A few minutes later, I heard her come in. I met her in the upstairs hallway. She was smiling and slightly out of breath. She had a towel wrapped around her waist, her hair still wet and her clothes were in hand. What really had my attention was the fact the her top was basically see-through at the close of range. Her small, pink areolas were obvious through the thin materials. She pulled the towel off and patted her hair.
"I'm just going to take a shower, can you bring the books up into the room here? Daddy hates it when I get the leather sofas wet."
I mumbled "Uh-huh" as I stared at her red haired snatch, fully visible through her white bikini bottoms.
She bounded into the bathroom and I busied myself getting our books up to the room. It was the guesthouse's master bedroom, furnished generically. It was nice, but it was obvious one actually lived there. Kind of the feeling you get in a model home.
Sally popped out of the shower and jumped onto the bed next to me. "I love a quick swim, really loosens me up." She was dressed in her baby-tee and shorts again, but from the lack moisture and the obvious erection of her nipples, I could tell she wasn't wearing her swimsuit underneath.
I forced my attention down into the books and we started where we left off. It didn't take long before Sally was getting frustrated with the all her wrong answers. Finally she'd had enough and rolled away from me, her face down in a pillow, sobbing.
"I'm just not going to get it! I mean I've tried right? I guess I'll just be the dumb little girl everyone takes me for." She pushed herself up and looked at me with her face tear-streaked.
She looked so broken, so vulnerable. "Look, Sally we can..." but I didn't know what to suggest, she just wasn't getting the material. I slid next to her, I felt sorry for her; I wanted to help her. It was odd, a few days ago I wouldn't have given her the time of the day, and now...now our faces came close to touching, next our lips met, hers soft and yielding, mine hungry. Our lips slid apart, mine drifted down her soft neck, my arms enveloped her, pulling her to me.
She tensed suddenly, "Jean-Marc, I can't...my boyfriend...Jimmy...what will he say..."
"Shhh. Forget about him." I knew her boyfriend; he was captain of the JV football team and an all-around jerk.
"I can't. This isn't right." she was tense, but didn't stop me from licking her neck and her ears.
"You know he doesn't satisfy you," I breathed in her ear. My hands worked their way up her back, beneath the shirt. I was on top of her now, her legs still together, but her arms held my body to hers. "He doesn't make you feel like a woman does he?"
"No." she breathed softly. "He's there and gone in and instant. He leaves me feeling...used...lonely."
I pulled her shirt up, my hands rubbing her small tits between my fingers. "He doesn't make you scream, does he?"
I could feel her legs spread open underneath me. "No, but I want to Jean-Marc. Oh god I want it so bad. I want to scream. I want to feel like a woman."
I slipped her shirt off and then slid her shorts off. She was thin and beautiful. Her pussy hair was dark red, and I ran my fingers through it. Sally arched her hips into my hand. "My god you're repressed."
Sally kept her eyes closed, and smiled. I found her clit ready to be touched. I began a slow, even rhythm, just to bring her up to speed. Her cunt was damp, I tested her pussy with my free hand, she clenched down hard on my finger and she was tight and muscular. The scent of vanilla was heavy in the air now. Drawn to the fifteen-year-old's naked body, I ran my tongue from her belly down and across her stimulated clitoris. Sally shuddered with delight. I parted her lips and drove my tongue deep into her. I plunged it in and out, up and down. Sally gasped and writhed around, reveling in the new sensations. I gripped her hips and dug into her as deep as I could possibly go. Her fingers dug into the bedspread as she gripped them. She tried to stifle the scream, but her primal self broke through. Her voice echoes around the room as her climax crashed over her. In an instant I could feel her muscles tighten and then relax.
Sally gasped for breath. When she could manage it, she whispered: "I am so over Jimmy."
I smiled and reached for the bottom of shirt, but Sally stopped me. She moved my hands out of the way and started to undress me. Once she had my shirt off, she ran her fingers and manicured nails over my chest. It was well toned, with some hair starting to form.
"Who would've thought?"
"Huh?" I was drunk on lust, so I missed her meaning.
"You and me, her together. Naked. Alone."
I just smiled. Certainly I wouldn't of thought of it, but as she pulled my shorts and briefs off, I believed the reality. She paused to gingerly touch my swollen manhood.
"I never noticed how...beautiful it could be. I mean it isn't, but yet it is." She laid back, holding my gaze. "I always made Jimmy wear a condom, even though I'm on the pill, but I think...I think I need to feel the real thing today." She spread herself open to me and pulled my face to her's.
We kissed, softly, passionately for a minute as my cockhead teased her outer folds. Finally I couldn't resist any longer and pushed myself into her tight pussy, making her mine. Sally let out a soft swear as I stretched her in ways she'd never thought possible. I slipped out and then all the way back in. Her pussy was wonderful, tighter, firmer, than the two teacher's I'd had. She ground her hips into mine, actively fucking me as much as I fucked her.
My mouth left her's and drifted around her neck and ears. Her cunt massaged my cock as I rammed it in and out of her.
"Oh god Jean-Marc! Fuck me! Give me that huge monster. Give it to me like you do Ms. Dubois!"
I froze in mid-stroke. "You know!?"
She didn't stop her bucking underneath me. "Yes. I saw you fucking her two weeks ago. You had that big dick of yours up her beautiful, sweet pussy. I thought I just wanted to be fucked like that, but now I know I just want to - need to be fucked by you."
I kissed her full and deep, then resumed my cock-pumping, "Oh god Sally, you are an amazing jewel."
I pinched her nipples and increased my pace, soon we were wildly fucking, our bodies slapping in wild heat. My strokes became more and more powerful, my cock lifting the little freshman off the bed. Her nails dug into my back and she threw her head back.
"Oh fuck me Jean-Marc! Yes! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!" she screamed, this time even louder than before.
"Oh god Sally...I'm cumming!" I grunted as my seed boiled up and spilled out, filling the redhead's cunt. Wave upon wave erupted into her teenage cunt.
We were both gasping for breath now. "Shit Sally. You are a fucking wildcat, you know that?"
"Being fucked by you is like being mauled by a bear, but so fucking nice, Jean-Marc."
I slipped out of her, and rolled off, trying to regain my composure. "You saw me and Charlette, huh?"
"Oh yeah. It was so wild and primitive. I didn't care at the time if she was a teacher, it was just arousing to watch you...fuck her and make love to her. She really enjoyed it, I could see it in her face."
"She's really fucking wild." I was feeling a little self-conscious about this, but I figured talking would help. "She likes it rough, gives great head. Even likes other girls."
Sally perked up at this. "Other girls?"
"She and Ms. Sanchez have a thing going."
"Really? Wow. Have you ever fucked her?"
"Who? Anita? Um, well." I stammered.
"It's OK. I'm cool with that, especially the way you fuck. I'd hate to keep that secret under wraps."
I just blushed, unable to speak. I excused myself to go to the bathroom. When I returned, Sally was on her cell phone, dressed and talking animatedly with someone.
"...I said Jimmy. It's over. I mean it Jimmy. Things aren't working out with us. Well, if you want the truth...I'm just not satisfied with the way things are going." she gave me a smile and a wink, "Jimmy! Goodbye!" she hung up. "What a dumb shit. Can't take a fucking clue can he?"
I was pulling my clothes on, "Guess he wanted to hold onto you."
"Well he needs to get some fucking lessons and grow a few inches in his pants if he wants to take your place." she french kissed me luxuriously. "Cuz, Sally's got herself a new man."
"But what about..?"
"Charlette and Ms. Sanchez?"
I nodded.
"Well, I guess you're just going to have to reintroduce me to them." she smiled, contentment in her eyes. "I guess I've always been bisexual, Heather Graham and I went down on each other last summer. She got all weird and we've hardly spoken this year, but I really liked it."
"You are a fucking wildcat, you know that."
She just smiled. "Hey, I think I've gotten my second wind. Quiz me some more."
Sure enough she had gotten her second wind. She aced the next set of questions I threw at her. "Geez! What happened?"
"Guess I got more than your cum inside me." she giggled, striding over the bed on all fours to me. "And I think I need a refresher." Our lips locked, tongues probing.
I was more than ready to accommodate her needs. I peeled her shorts of and undid mine. Lifting her off the floor, I leaned her thin body against the wall and made a quick, deep penetration.
"Jean-Marc," she whispered in my ear, "Make it hard and quick." Her legs wrapped around my hips and we began fucking, hard and fast.
We were both wired and the frenetic pace of our coupling brought her to orgasm quickly. This time she bit down on my shoulder and let out a muffled scream. I was close, but managed to spin her around and finish fucking her from behind. She braced herself against the wall as another torrent of cum splashed up inside her, mixing with my previous deposit.
Gasping, we separated and then kissed again, slow and deep. Suddenly we heard someone downstairs.
"Princess? You up there?"
"Oh fuck! It's Daddy!" She pulled on her shorts and I redid my fly.
She ran out the door and I followed "Yeah Daddy! We're just studying."
Sally's dad was a tall, well-built man of obvious Irish descent. "Why can't you study down here?"
She ran up and kissed him on the cheek. "We were just using the PC upstairs for research. Oh, this is Jean-Marc."
"Jean-Marc?" he looked at me inquisitively.
I offered him my hand. "Actually it's just Mark, everyone in French class just uses my french name, Jean-Marc."
He nodded, apparently satisfied with the answer. "So you're studying French."
"Oui, papa. Je t'aime ça beacoup! Jean-Marc est l'etudiant premiere en classe. Je suis le putain pour lui. Nous allez avoir des rapports beaucoup."
"Um, whatever. Hey, we're having dinner in a half-hour, perhaps Mark would like to join us."
"Sure. I don't have any plans."
"Well I'll see you then." he turned and headed out.
Once he was out of earshot I looked at Sally. "'I am his whore'? 'We are going to fuck a lot'? I hope you dad doesn't understand a shred of french."
She kissed me on the nose, "Don't worry, he doesn't."
"Well, at any rate you're picking up french at a frightening rate now."
We laughed and finished studying. Dinner wasn't as tense as our guesthouse confrontation. I met Sally's mom, a loud and talkative redhead. She had Sally's hair and eyes. Her sister, Crystal, was visiting from the local University. She too had flame-red hair, but unlike Sally or her mom, had a large set of tits topping her thin frame. When dinner was over, I excused myself, and Sally offered to walk me out to my car.
"Your folks are nice."
"Yeah, they're all right, I suppose. So when do we tell Charlette and Anita about us?"
I had thought about that all night. "This weekend. They're having me over to Anita's house for a pool party. They'll already have a few drinks in them by the time we get there. It'll soften things up a bit. Are you sure you're OK with this."
"Yeah, I think so. I'm 95% sure at least. All I know is I'm ready to try experimenting some more. We'll just go from there."
"Sounds like a well-thought-out plan. Sally, you're on your way to being a brain."
She pulled me close and kissed me. As we broke away she grabbed my cock gently and smiled, "Just as long as you keep 'feeding' me the answers."