Chapter 3
"...so what are you saying? You don't have time to see me tonight? Is that what you're saying, Steve?"
Suzy got that kind of parental look she'd always get when she got mad; Steve was afraid to admit it, but she was really getting on his nerves.
"Look Suzy; I've told you. This is a big opportunity for me. Miss Perkins thinks I can get my paper published and she's been a real big help. If you thought anything about me instead of just your own self gratification it'd make life a lot easier for the both of us."
She took a long sip on her pint of chocolate milk, frowning while she considered this. She then looked him straight in the eye.
"Why'd you act like I'd interrupted something the other day when I came in her room?. "
"What are you talking about," he responded in a very disgusted annoyed tone. "I swear Suzy, you've got a very vivid imagination. Yes sireee, verrry vivid indeed," he mocked, emphasizing each syllable.
"You can make fun of me, but if it hadn't been Miss Perkins, I'd have gotten real jealous." She gave him an angry look. "I still may be."
"Oh boy! Now I've heard everything. You really take the cake Suzy, you know that? O.K., now look! That kind of talk could get people in a lot of trouble. Do you hear me. Huh!? Answer me, Suzy."
"Oh cut it out. Would I spread rumors like that?"
"You just did. To me."
She was silent. Odd, Steve thought; she didn't seem nearly as pretty as she usually did. Maybe it was the light, her hair; she was so ... young. Damn straight. Young compared to
Miss Perkins.
"Steve," she said after a long silence. "What's happening to us."
"I've had a lot on my mind lately. That's all."
His cold attitude left her empty.
"I feel like we're falling apart, and I feel helpless to do anything about it. Ever since you started working on this damn paper with MISS PERKINS your older woman SWEETHEART," but she could go no further. Steve cut her short.
"ENOUGH!" he shot out with the crack of a whip and slapped his palm on the bench. A couple of students lounging beneath an oak nearby looked over.
"I've had it with this crap, Suzy; had it up to here. You're a jealous little child and I really don't want to have to cope with it right now. At this point in my life, I could influence the next ten, twenty years of my life with very simple insignificant choices right now. Today! I can't waste time and energy defending myself against hysterical paranoia. I think we should stop seeing each other for a while. "
Darts of panic flew from her eyes.
"You need time to sort all this craziness out in your head."
"Steve, you can't be serious." Her cry was high-pitched. Again the couple by the oak tree looked their way.
"I need time to sort my way through a lot of really big problems right now Suzy. It's not really you. I just can't give you the time or attention you really deserve. I know I've been treating you badly. Do you think I feel good about it."
"I don't know what you think any more, Steve." Her face was ashen, her shoulders were shaking. Her bottom lip quivered.
Steve looked at his watch. He knew he'd feel rotten the rest of the day, but small talk was not easy for him,, and that's how he looked at this. Small talk to sooth someone's hurt. Well, maybe some people could feel responsibility when a weakling crumbled, but not him. Things were clicking for him, all at once, and he didn't want to lose his momentum. No way. Suzy was sweet, but he wasn't about to let her trip him up just when he was hitting his stride. "I've got to go." He said it simply, allowing no negations.
"So go." Tears were forming in her eyes.
"I'll call you. Give it a few days. I'll call you." He patted her shoulder and she brushed his hand away.
"Get out of my sight."
The dramatic shift in her tone shook him. As if a light had been flicked on, she was heavy with open hatred. All at once, he looked into her eyes, eyes so often the source of love and affection, and knew with all his being that these eyes were eyes that longed to see revenge. Best to get away from here. Quick. She held him with her gaze.
"Go on. Leave. You're a shit, Steve Tanner. You deserve whatever you get." She stood and without a glance back at him, walked across the school yard and out of sight around the corner of the library. Steve had an empty ache in his gut, but it was more than offset by the rumblings in his balls. God he was horney! Poor Suzy. She didn't know what she was missing. Life rolls on and waits for no one who can't keep up. Sorry Suzy old girl, but a wet finger doesn't quite add up to one Miss Perkins.
A quick flash struck him; he and Suzy, last year at the Junior/Senior Prom ... She'd almost gone all the way that night; came close enough to keep him on a leash, he thought now, but then he'd been filled with a love-lust that left him drained. Nice thing about Miss Perkins; you couldn't love a hunk like that. No sir. You fuck 'em. You fuck 'em the way they like it. Hard and mean. Well, to be honest, there'd been very little hard stuff and no mean at all. But he knew. She wanted it. She wanted to be treated rough. You could always tell those kind. He remembered the times she'd flash her tits to everyone, then stand up so straight-laced pure like the Sunday School bitch she pretended to be. Ha! He'd found out. Oh sure. He was willing to play the good little model citizen role for all it was worth and he was damn good at it and he knew it. It was all a matter of giving people what they wanted.
What Miss Perkins wanted was an innocent little mind to introduce to the world. O.K. He was her boy. No question about it. And ... to be honest about it, she'd opened up a brand new world. God could she fuck! He'd given up trying to keep his hard-ons hidden when he was alone with her. The class room was bad enough, but when they were alone, she was just so fucking sexy! Big tits, a real handful. He just loved to reach out and rip off a hunk. By God. And she loved it too. He knew. That day in Room 203 after class, when she'd fucked him for the first time. He could feel her wiggling every time he bit on her tits. Suzy never did that. She'd let him lick them and seemed to like that O.K., but Miss Perkins wanted to FEEL it. Oh boy! Did she want to feel it! And he wanted to feel her too, feel his cock inside that oh so sweet juicy snatch of hers. It was the first time he'd ever seen a pussy quiver, but she sure knew how to make it do it to him, when he'd had his cock in her, he could feel the damn thing being chewed alive ... by her cunt, for chrissakes! It was like the damn thing was alive. It felt like a little mouth buried inside the goo, like stepping on sand at the ocean and uncovering some god-awful thing wiggling around. He thought about sucking her tits, thought about getting his finger sticky with her cum, thought about fucking the ever-loving shit out of her, really blowing her eyes out with his cum, feeling her grip him and scream in his ear OH GOD OH YES OH FUCK ME OH FUCK ME!! !
Well hello; what's this? Hmmmm ... a little wet spot on the crotch. And a real heavy stuffed feeling under the old jeans there ... yeah, that Miss Perkins was some piece of ass all right. Goddam he was horney!! ! Maybe she'd fuck him again tonight, when he went over to her house to put the paper together. Lord God did he ever hope it hadn't been a one time thing. He wanted those tits rolling around again in his face, wanted to feel his balls squeeze their very life out of them and into her. He wanted to fuck and fuck and fuck and fuck....
The driveway to Miss Perkins' house was long. And the way it curved around in nearly a circle, through a whole lot of trees made it impossible to see from the road. Good, thought Steve. Just on the off chance someone might drive by; and might know it was Miss
Perkin's house; and might recognize his car....
It bothered him, to be so fucking scared when he was around her. He knew she wanted to be taken and dealt with by a real man, a grown up and he felt like a ... well, like a student with her. Well, maybe she liked that too. Who knows, he yelled at himself. Play it by ear. She's a horney woman and nobody knows what they'll do next.
She came to the door. Ouch, thought Steve as the un-fucking-real sight of her tits slapped his eyes. Oh Lordy Miss Perkins, they look like they're going to explode all over that tight little halter you're wearing--!
He realized he'd been staring like a fool. But look at that delicious little grin on her face....
"Urn, hello Miss Perkins." Real lame there, Steve. Real lame. Where's the stern commanding tone you've been working on all afternoon?
"Well, I see you're on time." She grinned slyly, looking at her watch. "Exactly, I might add. I like that." She stood aside and he walked past. She leaned into him (or was it an accident?) and brushed his arm with her nipples; just a little but they felt sooooo soft and good.
"I think it says a lot about a person when they take an appointment seriously." She was wearing something that smelled like flowers ... gardenias! That was it. Suzy's older sister wore that sometimes.
"Well, I've been doing a lot of thinking, you know, about Melville and all and I was getting real excited about pulling this paper together. So I didn't want to be late." He tacked on a boyish grin. Give 'em what they want, he thought. Lucky he'd found the Monarch Notes on Melville down at the drug store. God that drug store. God, that man was sure boring.
"Well, I'm certainly glad to hear it. You didn't have any trouble finding the place, did you?"
"No Ma'am. Your directions were real clear."
He was studying her living room with open approval. She really knew how to decorate. And everything looked real new and modern. Polished. And real classy. That was how it struck him. Lots of class.
She showed him to the couch, and sat beside him. She made no move to open any of the books on the coffee table. He felt dumb and so he opened his notebook. She moved just a little closer to him as she leaned over to see what he had brought with him.
"Now as I was telling you the other day in school, I like what you've said here about his portrayal of society, how he's almost political in the way he talks in real unflattering terms about the style of life he was portraying."
She seemed to Steve to be reciting memorized words. She also seemed nervous. Her voice was too carefree, gay.
"I think I have some other things I found, that I could talk about along those lines," he said, trying to sound as scholarly as he could. She leafed through his notes, leaning back onto the couch, and he studied her body. Once she caught him staring right at her tits, but only smiled. Man he was horney!! !
"Listen, would you like something to drink?" she asked after little while. "I can offer you Coke, orange juice, iced tea ... or something ... stronger, if that's what you're into."
Steve felt the hairs rise on the back of his head. Go for the booze, go for the booze, a voice was screaming at him from somewhere deep in his brain.
"Uh, gee ... what do you have. That's ... stronger, I mean?"
"Weeeell ... " she said slowly, examining what was obviously a well stocked liquor cabinet. On closer inspection, he noticed that most of the bottles were full and the vodka and gin hadn't even been opened. Recently stocked? For him, maybe?
"How about some good old whiskey sours?" she asked.
"Wow, that sounds great. How'd you know that was my favorite drink?" he asked, congratulating himself for coming up with that twist.
She made drinks and they sipped them for awhile. Steve made a gesture towards the table, but she took his hand. Her eyes were fully on him; he returned her gaze.
"Steve, have you thought about what happened, between us in the classroom the other day?"
"Urn, yes Miss Perkins. I sure have. I've thought about it a lot."
"Well ... " she left it open for him to continue.
He felt shy all of a sudden. God, she was his teacher, after all. And he was trying to talk about fucking to her. Fucking her, of course, but still; you just didn't talk about those things to teachers.
"I still don't know if it was right, what we did and all."
"Well, would you rather I never mentioned it again, and we'll just forget it happened? I don't want to make you feel uncomfortable."
Don't blow this, he told himself. Choose your words damn carefully. The silence stretched on; seconds seemed like hours. Then, he answered in a rush.
"Miss Perkins; you've got the most delicious damn body I've ever seen in my life!" It was out before he even knew what he was saying. His mouth dropped open. He felt himself blush. She didn't even blink, just kept on with that little smile she'd been working him with.
"Well; would you believe I'm glad to hear you say that."
"You ... are?" he asked. Of course she was! He hoped.
"Yes." She sipped her drink. "I don't want you to feel guilty about making love to me. If you do, I refuse to put ... pressure on you. Do you understand what I'm saying?"
"Yes, Miss Perkins. I ... I guess I don't feel guilty; it's just that it seems so damn weird."
"Does it really?" her grin turned to open amusement. She was enjoying this. That's O.K. he told himself. She was going to get what she wanted.
"I'm not sure if I should consider that a compliment or not."
"Oh, Miss Perkins; please don't take it wrong. God, you're beautiful, and you've been real nice to me and everything ... I mean, it was great. Really! It was. I haven't thought about anything else for three days. I'm not kidding. But, I mean, I have to go to your class during the day, and I'll be honest with you, I don't even know how to look at you."
"I've noticed you've been real quiet lately in class. You didn't raise your hand once, yesterday or today."
"I know ... like I said, it feels real weird. I mean, I've never ... fucked a teacher before."
She lowered her voice.
"I know of one teacher you've fucked before." She watched his every reaction. He knew of at least two that should be evident without even looking. One was the blush that was once again creeping over his face; the other was his dick. Yep, there it goes, slithering around in there like a big snake, charmed by the lyrical sound of her voice. She dropped her eyes to his crotch.
"Looks like we have a guest."
"Uh, yeah ... I guess we do, don't we. Miss Perkins, I just can't hide what you do to me."
"Good." As she said it, her voice sounded throaty, heavy with lust. Hang on Steve old boy, he thought, this is another ride coming up, and it sure may surpass the first one.
She moved to his crotch, pulled out the swelling prick, all the while keeping up a steady stream of soothing, teacherly chatter.
"I'll just bet this aches real bad doesn't it. Sure, you're at that age aren't you ... always hot and horney ... always thinking about a girl to fuck ... always wanting a pair of tits to play with, isn't that so?
He made no reply, only stared at her in wonder. This was really happening. Goddam; it was really happening. She was tickling his cock! And did she know how to do it. Real light. Almost not touching at all. Just up and down and around the whole thing, like a flock of birds was flying around it.
"What you need is someone who understands, who is sympathetic to the kinds of pressures you find yourself facing these days. Well, I understand; I know what a young boy like you needs. You need a woman who knows you. A woman who knows how to take some of the pressure off. A woman who knows how to make you feel good."
She spoke in an almost hypnotic steady tone, whispering some words, nearly singing others. He liked the way her tongue licked around her lips; not obscenely, like in fuck films. She had class. Real class. She also had her face almost touching his cock. Her tongue slip out of her mouth and lapped at the juice already spilling out of him like a kitten at a saucer of milk. His balls tingled and he felt the muscle at the base of his cock jerk into a squeezing contraction. More juice oozed from the opening. She rubbed a little on her bottom lip, licked it off and rubbed the rest on her tongue. The head of his cock was turning a deep red as his cock reached its full erection. He watched, still silent with amazement as first the head, then the rest of the shaft vanished into her mouth. He felt a passionate suction work on the entire rod. She was amazing.
Unbuckling his jeans with the engorged cock still in her mouth, she pulled them down to his knees. Then she sat up and smiled. A big beautiful smile.
"Let's get naked."
He watched as she opened the knot keeping the two halves of her halter together. They jiggled with her breasts and fell aside. What a pair he thought. So full ... and tan all over too. He made a note to check out her sun bathing spot as soon as possible.
"Take them," she said, offering one in each hand. "Take them and do whatever you want to them."
As he started sucking on the hard brown points of her nipples, she worked his legs free of his jeans, unbuttoned his shirt and it too slipped from his body. He was naked but for his jockey shorts, with his throbbing cock still sticking through the fly. She unbuttoned her pants and slipped his hand under the material. She wore no underwear. Her pussy was drenched.
"I really turn you on, don't I?" he asked, still amazed that this was happening.
"Suck my tits and find out. Oh please suck them. Hard. OH GOD YES!! ! LIKE THAT!! ! !
OHHHH OOOHHHHHH OHHHHHHHHH YES SUCK THEM!"
He dropped the tit from his mouth, so surprised was he at this outburst. He'd only did what she wanted, sucked as hard as he possibly could. Boy! She really was worked up. It was a little scary, but damned exciting.
"Keep sucking them. Please. As hard as you can. And don't stop!! "
She both begged and commanded him. Gladly, he started chewing on a nipple and felt her body go crazy next to him. Her pelvis arched up into his hand and she threw her head back with a far away look and simply started groaning and gasping like she was in pain. Maybe she was, he thought, biting real hard. She screamed. But didn't make him stop. He bit again. She shook and whimpered. He could make out her words, though just barely.
"Yes yes, harder, harder, hurt me, hurt me."
He wasn't sure just how to take this. Did she want him to really hurt her, of was she just playing along. Was he hurting her? Maybe. But that's what tits were made for anyway. It wasn't like there was anything you could break with them. Still biting one nipple, he gave the other one a real hard pinch. Again she screamed, and as he kept it up, her screams just got louder and louder and then she was writhing on the couch like a fish on a hook and Steve just kept on pinching the fuck out of those sweet little titties and even slapped until he wasn't sure, but he thought she had actually come. Her screams got louder and louder until all of a sudden, her voice simply shut off, but her face twisted all out of shape, and noises escaped from her throat, as if what really wanted to come out was just too huge for her to deal with and everything had just shut down. Her pussy went totally off the deep end, digging itself back and forth on his hand till he was coated in her thick juice. God it felt good. He couldn't get used to seeing a woman like this. He guessed none of the girls he'd fucked had ever really come. At least they didn't look as excited as what he was seeing now.
Then she was still, breathing deeply and fast, but still. Steve pulled his hand out of her pants and with her legs kicked up in the air, he pulled her pants off and gazed at her quivering quim. She was spread wide in front of him, beckoning him on with her eyes.
"Fuck me, Steve." He pulled off his jockey shorts. "Fuck me," she said again, and he was on her, sticking the swollen meat into her warm flesh. She was wet and wiggling.
"YES!" she screamed, as soon as he was in. "OH GOD YES!" she screamed at his first full thrust. "OH YES," she moaned, rolling her hips to his. They pulled away from each other, slammed back, pulled away and slammed back. She had the movements down; he was aware of following her lead. She was crashing back at him harder now, faster, very fast, a small whimper slipping out each time she raised her hips and the sides of his cock grazed through the pasture of her cunt at its leisure.
Already, his balls were racing ahead of him. He felt the knife-edge intensity of the first orgasmic jolt, felt his cock contract wildly at the base, felt the spasms driving his load up the tube of stiff flesh and felt her pussy get real slippery as his cum bathed her entire insides. She was berserk. That was the only way to describe her. Utterly berserk. She must be coming again already he thought and kept on fucking back when his cock showed no signs of post-orgasmic wilt.
"Oh," was what he said to her. Face it, you don't call your teacher a slutty bitch, even if your are fucking her. Uh-oh, don't want to come to soon oh god too late here it comes--!
This second orgasm seem to be dragged kicking and screaming from the very bottoms of his balls. The flash of coming seemed to drag on forever, his body taut, his breath quick and hard. She was still fucking like mad on him, and he just let her, feeling each contraction as it shot more cum through his dick. It was great. She was so slippery from his cum now that she had to work even harder to feel him in her and she did, crushing her clitoris up against his crotch, seeming to want to smother the life out of it. But it must have done something, because she kept it there, rubbing hips and cunt madly into his body, straining for the last sensations before he finally started to go limp. When he at last pulled out of her, his dick was coated with her juice and his cum. Still semi-stiff, it slowly lowered, until it nestled back against his balls, drops slowly falling from it.
His teacher was almost unconscious. He touched her on the leg and she jerked at the contact. Still alive, he thought. He wondered what he should do now.
She soon regained her composure, but immediately grabbed onto his cock and started hammering at it with her enclosing fist, trying to beat it to attention again.
"I want this. I want this. I'm not through with this yet" she said with awesome determination. She managed to revive him only half-way, but it was enough for her and she worked the thing back into her cunt and started fucking away again. As she did, Steve felt her having a noticeable effect for the walls of her cunt slowly grew tighter around him. He dug deeply this time, for he was past coming, was simply a stiff fucking machine, capable of going forever. Again and again he plunged into her, driving her to the heights of ecstasy. She was beyond knowing anything but the pounding of his cock and he pounded as hard as he could.
She stretched her tits, rolled the nipples between her fingers, cried and gasped for breath. There were no words coming from her tortured lips now, only incoherent babble and gibberish. It thrilled him to hear her reduced to such a mindless state. Tits and cunt, he thought. That's all women really were, tits and a cunt, both of which needed to be thoroughly worked over, often.
He pulled back, nearly letting the head of his dick drop away from her yearning lips, then plowed back for a final series of thrusts that set off the most spectacular display of fucking fireworks she yet showed him. Her body whipped about like a flag in the wind. Her tits flew freely through the air about them, shaking deliriously with each entry.
"Ooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhh god god god god god GOD FUCK ME FUCK ME FUCK ME!! " And then she was lost in her mighty orgasm, completely leveled by the power it unleashed inside her.
He wasn't even sure if he'd come a third time or not, so intently was he watching the show she put on for him. As he pulled out for the third time, she made a small noise, sensing that she'd driven his magnificent machine to its limits.
"God, I love what you do to my body," she said, still short of breath.
"I sure enjoy doing it to you Miss Perkins. I sure do." He was lost in the glorious feel of his cock tingling between his legs, lost in the sight of her naked body, so recently the willing victim of his savage assault. He'd fucked her and fucked her good and he knew it beyond any doubt. There was no doubt in his mind: this woman was his. If only he could figure out what to do with her.
Julia Perkins had her own ideas, but she wasn't worrying about it now. They both lay there, silently, she stroking his hair, he rubbing her tits, saying little. The room was still fully washed in light. So driven had they been that they'd bothered with no preliminaries at all. No lowering of lights, no soft music, no drawing of curtains or lowering of window shades.
Even if it had occurred to either of them to look at the window, they probably would have seen nothing. The night was too dark, the room too bright. Maybe they'd have seen a quick movement, nothing more. It would never have seemed like any danger lurked outside.
They lay together like that for a half hour more; Julia with her legs spread wide, toying with Steve's cock, he with his hand resting on her cunt. But by the time they rose and began to dress, the person who'd watched in the safety of the shadows beyond the glass was gone the pictures recorded safely on film, the next step in an evil plan already taking shape.