Chapter 11
Oscar Halstead grimaced when she slammed the Caddy door, and then watched her ass move as she flounced angrily up the stairs.
She's still a fine-looking woman, he thought, and damn, she's not wearing underwear again, I can tell by the way her ass wobbles. She was a kinky broad, and subject to the wildest things at the oddest times, but Oscar didn't mind, really, because she was one mean fuck, especially if he gave her a good spanking first.
Betty Halstead was obviously pissed, and she stopped the first boy she met after she entered the school. "Little boy, where is the math room?"
The boy looked at her like he thought she was nuts. "Huh?"
"Where is the math room? Mr. Ames' room, dummy."
He stared at her with sleepy eyes. "Straight down the hall. Room ten." He watched her stalk away, his hand in his pocket massaging his cock. It stretched firmly down his pant leg.
She went into the room without knocking. "Mr. Ames?"
Harry looked up, startled. "Yes, what can I do for you?"
"I'm Betty Halstead, Kitty's mother."
"This is a pleasure, Mrs. Halstead," Harry said, jumping to his feet and offering his hand.
She ignored his hand. "This is no pleasure trip, Mr. Ames."
"Is something wrong?"
"Indeed there is. Kitty told me that you told her to drop your course before you flunked her."
"That isn't exactly the way I put it, Betty. May I call you Betty?"
"You may not!"
Harry felt his anger rising. "Very well, Mrs.
Halstead, I suggested that your daughter drop the class because she's already failing and things don't seem to be getting any better."
"Are you saying that my daughter is stupid?"
"Of course not, she seems to be a very bright young lady. I'm saying that she isn't ready for an advanced course such as this, or perhaps she isn't mathematically inclined."
Betty surveyed Mr. Ames. "Where does she sit?"
"Right there." He pointed to a seat directly in front of his desk.
She walked over to the seat and sat down. She took a chrome cigarette case from her purse and removed a long, thin cigarette, tamping it furiously against the case.
"There's a rule against smoking in classrooms."
"Fuck the rule," she said, lighting her cigarette. She crossed her legs and inhaled deeply.
Harry's eyes narrowed with interest. He could see now where Kitty had learned to cross her legs with such expertise. Betty had very nice legs, too; they looked smooth and glossy.
She puffed rapidly, uncrossing and then recrossing her legs several times, more and more leg showing. He finally caught a brief glimpse of her pussy, the lips thick and puffy, the hair thick and black, and got to his feet. He went to the door and pushed it shut.
"Did you really come here looking for a fight, Mrs. Halstead, or are you trying to seduce me?"
Her mouth dropped open. She looked first at his crotch, where the bulge was monstrous, and then at his face. "If you take another step I'll scream," she said. "My husband is right outside in the car; I'll have him come in here and thrash you."
"Even if he tried, Mrs. Halstead, he couldn't do it. You sat there and flashed your bare legs at me and finally let me see your cunt and expect me to believe you'll scream. What are you, a prickteaser or an exhibitionist, or both?"
"No, I'm not!" she cried, tugging her skirt over her thighs.
Harry reached down and roughly pushed her legs apart. He lifted her skirt and jammed his hand against her cunt.
"Oh," she cried softly.
He felt her pussy; it was wet, very wet, and open. While he probed for her hole, she slid forward on the seat. Two of his fingers entered and went inside her pussy to his knuckles.
She squirmed wantonly. "Are you going to fuck me?" she asked, her eyes wide.
"Probably," Harry said. "But first I think I'll let your beautiful mouth make love to my prick."
"No," she said, "I won't do that."
Harry jerked his fingers from her dripping pussy and slapped her hard across the face. She pressed her palm against the red mark on her cheek while Harry unzipped and hauled out his cock. It stretched out long and throbbing.
"It's so long! My God, it's so long!" she gasped Harry quickly slapped her on the other cheek. "Make love to my cock!" he ordered. "Suck me off, Mrs. Halstead!" "Call me Betty," she cooed, and reached up with both hands.
She wrapped one hand around his prick and slid the other into his open pants to cup his balls. She slowly rolled the foreskin back, pulling it all the way down until the pressure opened the hole in his glans. Sliding it tightly back, she milked a large drop of clear juice and wiped it off with he tongue.
His foreskin went back again, this time from the pressure of her lips. She had a large mouth and easily took the fat bulb inside, her tongue sliding back and forth on the underside. Her hand moved deeper into his trousers until a finger lay snugly in the crease of his ass.
Harry groaned and arched against her face, his cock sliding into her mouth.
"Can you take it down your throat?" he groaned. "I wish I could piss now, right down your throat, but I never learned to pee with a hard-on."
She tilted her head and he felt his prick head enter her throat. He felt the semen gurgling for release and pinched his prick hard at the base When the urge subsided, he let go and a thick spurt of goo belched down her throat. It was only pre-spurt, though thick and hot, and his orgasm was saved, at least for the moment.
Harry had practiced the timing on this for a long time because it was almost as good as coming.
He backed away then, pulling his cock from her mouth and her fingers from his ass, the tip of one having just started to enter his anus. He knew he couldn't stop it again if her finger was inside his asshole.
"Get up and go stand in the corner," he said. "Have I been a bad girl?"
"A very bad girl, but a very good cocksucked" She got to her feet and smiled at him, a far-away look in her eyes, and walked to the corner. She faced the wall. "Where's my dunce cap, teacher?"
"You're going to sit on it. Turn around."
When she was facing him, he lifted her skirt above her hips and lifted her off the floor. "Put your arms around my neck and hook your legs behind mine," he said. She did as he said, opening her cunt wide. He fumbled between their bodies until he had his prick at her entrance. She was big down there, and his massive cock head surged in.
"Oh, Jesus, that feels good!" she moaned.
"Relax and let your weight down, take it all in."
Again she did as she was told, and his long prick socked in to the hilt. She groaned with animal pleasure. He gripped the cheeks of her ass, spreading it wide.
"Now start riding! I'll hold you up!"
She pounded against him, grinding his hard gristle against her pubic bush, riding roughly against her throbbing clit.
"Oh, God, it's so good! I haven't been filled like this since my first time. My own daddy spanked me and then fucked me when I was only eleven. He didn't have a big prick, but it felt awful big then. He was so ashamed, yet he did it again. He always spanked me first; it gave him a hard-on to spank me."
"Do you want me to spank you before we finish?" Harry said.
"Yes, yes!" Betty hissed.
He let her down, his huge cock sliding wetly from her pussy. He grabbed her by the hair and led her to a chair, where he sat and pulled her across his lap, his cock, wet and sticky, pulsing against her belly. He saw a thin, plastic ruler lying in the next seat and picked it up.
The ruler came down hard, almost brutal. Betty was crying like a baby before he stopped.
Harry laid her on the hard floor, pushed her legs far apart, and spread out on top of her, his cock sliding up her open twat. She moaned and came instantly, yet she urged him on.
"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" she wailed lifting up to meet each and every thrust. "It feels so good, soooo good!"
"This is what Kitty needs ... a good fucking from a man, not a boy." He was panting, fucking mercilessly.
"Yes, yes . . . oh God, yes! I want you to fuck Kitty, and I want to see it!" she screamed.
"If it's what you want," Harry said gleefully, feeling his nuts tighten. He was in to the hilt and still the semen bubbled out around his cock, wetting her thick thighs.
When he started to withdraw, she hooked a leg over the back of his thigh. "Don't take it right out. It's so big! And it feels so good. A really big cock is so much nicer!"
Oscar Halstead sat quietly in his car watching the jail bait leave the school, watching their little butts jiggle in their tight skirts and their tits, some tiny, some not, bounce inside their sweaters and blouses.
His hand went to his crotch, almost unconsciously into the opening. He pulled out his prick and worked at it slowly, his balls drawing tightly against his crotch. The head stretched tight as he pulled the foreskin down, remembering how his mother used to masturbate him. He would lie on the couch, his trousers around his knees, and she would sit on the floor and slowly, very deliberately, pull on his prick until the juice squirted straight up into the air. She never let him fuck her, but she jacked him off right up until he left for college.
He was glancing about, letting his cock cool down, when he noticed George McBride's big Caddy sitting down near the corner of the building, the fat man slouched down under the wheel, a thick cigar in his mouth.
And then Elaine Keller came out of the school, glanced furtively about, and went quickly to McBride's auto. She got inside and the fat man drove away.
He was pondering what that was about, as if he didn't know, when he saw his wife, holding tightly to Harry Ames' arm. He stuffed his cock back into his pants, muttering, "I'll be a dirty bastard. I thought she would claw his eyes out."
Harry opened the door and she got into the car. She slid close to her husband, apologizing for taking so long.
Harry came around the car and Oscar rolled down the window. He reached out and gripped Harry's hand. "You must have a way with women, Ames. She was really steaming when she went in, now she's docile as a pussy car." Oscar felt his wife's hand on the inside of his thigh, her hot breath on his neck. He turned back to Harry. "You're going to like it in this town, young man."
"I already do," Harry said, smiling at Betty.
Betty put her mouth to Oscar's ear and whispered, "You were playing with your prick; I can always tell." Her hand was pressed against his cock through his pants. He was still hard.
Oscar looked at his wife then. He saw the glazed sparkle in her eyes, and she reeked of sex, raw hungry sex. The schoolteacher had fucked his wife; he knew it as surely as if he had watched. A good sex session always made Betty want another and it was apparent she wanted one now.
"Come over and see us, my boy. You're welcome any time," Oscar said.
"I may just do that," Harry answered.
Oscar hadn't realized when she opened his fly, but he felt the tips of her fingers inside his shorts. He had seen Harry's wife and he imagined now that it was her hand wriggling into his underwear.
"Do you play bridge, Ames?" he said.
"Yes," Harry answered. He could see Betty's hand moving into Halstead's pants and it made him hot again.
"Why don't you and that pretty little wife of yours come over tonight? We could play a couple of rubbers, have a few cocktails, and . . . well, who knows." Betty had her whole hand in his pants; it was wrapped tightly around his cock.
"We'd love to. Around eight all right?" Harry said. He grinned.