Chapter 5
Steve Tanner's cock was huge. Or so Julia discovered, once more to her amazement, each time the got her hands on it. Just now, she was of all places, in the back seat of his car. Yes, astounding but true.
Here I am, she told herself, Julia Perkins, teacher, citizen, contributing her small share to society, and all the while seducing the very soul out of this boy. Who, it must be admitted, minded not one bit. As a matter-of-fact, he had encouraged this meeting and she'd agreed at once. There was business to discuss, serious matters to be dealt with. The pace of events was quickening. They needed to keep on top of things.
At the moment, she was on top of him and his swollen cock poked between her legs as they straddled his waist. His trousers and shirt were in a rumpled ball on the floor. Her dress was tossed carelessly over the front seat. The windows, of course, were heavily fogged over. It had been much easier than she'd have believed to put the pressing matters at hand in the back of her mind, instead wondering whether or not she could teach him how to hold his ejaculation and drive her to even more intense orgasms than he'd already proved capable of doing. It was simply a question of spiritual priorities, she thought, preparing to move the head of his cock down from her clitoris where she'd been beating it merrily into herself, down through the wet slit and up up and away into a wild flight of fucking. Fucking. Ah, fucking. How fully it eclipsed the rest of the working worrying world. It was the moon finally breaking from behind an overcast night sky. It was the sweet taste of water to a traveler stranded in the desert. It was-oh god, it was an awesome stuffed feeling, this stretching of cunt walls, this wild slipping of flesh over flesh, this ... yes, oh yes it was Steve Tanner's big dick up her cunt, that's what it was and she loved it.
Not that he had the faintest idea what he was doing. As technique went, he was essentially playing 'Chopsticks' on a scale that included Beethoven's Emperor Concerto. One-night Frat house stands in college had proved more adept at the delicate manipulations a woman's body required, even at their drunken sloppy worst. No matter. This was an exquisite thrill, a violent casting aside of all taboos, a violation of the very code knitting together the delicate fabric of society and Jesus didn't that big cock feel grand and didn't she just love the way it fit her pussy so perfectly ... and here she was coming again, the gathering pressure in her thighs, the rapidly increasing contractions of stomach muscles, the quickening breath and beating of her heart that ... oh yes ... that cock ... that cock working up her ... harder, harder faster faster oh he looks so helpless such a child really and so strong, powerful so ... GOD!! ! YESSSSS!! ! OH YES--! ! ! !
He came with her. He made no effort (at least none that succeeded) to match her rhythm. She had to seek his cock with her own rolling hips. But there was so damn much of it! You couldn't miss, she thought. Bouncing like a rubber ball on him, she slammed through one orgasm, then another, then another. What he lacked in duration, he sure made up for in staying power. God, it was like a thick lump of hot steel.
"Oh you're good in me Steve, you belong in me." She said it tenderly and his shy grin as he withdrew and sat up tickled her mind like it was his tongue on her clit.
"I guess I'm real glad to hear you say that, Miss Perkins."
She slid across the seat next to him. Bringing her lips close to his ear, she nibbled at the lobe, felt his whole body shiver, heard a small moan slip out of him and softly suggested, "Why don't we drop the Miss Perkins stuff? It sounds a little silly when we're naked to the world like this, don't you think?"
He seem totally surprised.
"Gosh," he said after a moment of confusion. "I don't think I've ever called a teacher by their first name before."
"Well, you know we do have first names. And," again nibbling at his ear, "We're often quite human."
She reached for his cock.
"Quite human indeed."
His crotch was oily and the soft skin of his cock slid through her fingers as she squeezed. He groaned again and raised his hips to her.
"I guess we really should be doing what you called me about," she said, obviously having no desire to change the tone of the moment.
"What's that?" he asked, a puzzled look in his eyes. "Oh. You mean Suzy."
"Suzy." The name alone called up a vast threatening vista, a mined field they sooner or later would have to fumble their way through. She dreaded it. How much sweeter to simply stroke this beautiful soft cock to its deserved hardness and then ride it again, ride it into infinity. It hadn't occurred to her to wonder whether this cock was the genuine prescription for her solitude, her numbing lack of purpose. Her need to have it in her the immediate fulfillment of that need created its own purpose and its own justification.
"I want to fuck you again," she told him. "I want you to fuck me long and slow this time; hard and long and slow."
He looked embarrassed.
"I don't know what it is Miss Perkins ... uh ... Julia." The name fell reluctantly from his lips. He was uncomfortable with this situation. He would be for some time. Must be patient, she told herself. Let him adjust at his own tempo.
"I ... feel so ... I don't know, I feel so supercharged when we ... you know ... do it. It's like, when you start to touch me, and when I kiss you and feel your body up against me ... wow, it's like the greatest feeling in the world. Really. You can't imagine how great it feels. And when you take your clothes off, I really have to pinch myself. I just can't believe I'm actually watching my teacher in front of me, taking her clothes off to ... make love to me."
"Steve," she said. "I want you to do something for me."
"O.K., Miss-uh, Julia. I'll try."
"I want you to say, 'Julia, I love to fuck you'. " She gave him a gentle teasing smile.
He seemed to be struck dumb. She'd no doubt that he spoke to her like that in his fantasies; she wanted to hear it.
"I ... love ... fucking you, Julia. God, I sure do. I just love fucking you. You're the best goddam fuck I've ever had!"
He appeared to be shocked by his own words, as if another had used his mouth to speak. Then they both laughed, a long, peaceful, joyful laugh. She felt the tension that had been such a constant companion slowly wane.
"See. It's not such a difficult word to say, is it?"
"Well, not usually. When I say it to you though, it sure feels weird."
"Well, look at it this way. It's a very old and respected word. You know that some form of the verb 'to fuck' has been in the English language for more than four hundred years? It's one of the most established words we have."
"I guess it's sort of like the cockroach, huh? Always been there, and always the same."
This totally broke her up. They shared their laughter and slowly learned the reality of each other as people, not forced to behave according to a prefabricated relationship, but defining the relationship as they moved further and further into each other's personalities, minds, bodies. She wanted to think so, at least. Wanted to think that this was no mere foolhardy indulgence, no mad suicide plunge into the abyss. Her body, her pleasure at his mere presence told her that she'd tapped into some deceptively pure stream of the experience of life. She wanted to float down it to whatever sea it finally spilled into.
"It seems we're going to continue meeting like this." She finally brought them back to the present, back to the immediate danger that faced them.
"Yeah, it kind of looks that way."
"Tell me. Did you think you were going to take me down to the river tonight and fuck me in the back seat of your car like I was some cheerleader?"
"No; I really didn't think we would." He thought a moment. "I think there's lots we need to talk about. This really scares me sometimes, when I think about what we've done. I mean, what if someone had come into the classroom that day."
That day. She thought of him with his pants to his knees, his face a study in stunned ecstasy, her body melting onto her desktop. What IF someone had come in? Foolish behavior? Absolutely.
"Well maybe they didn't come in that day, but somehow, Suzy either suspects or actually knows something."
Now it was Julia's turn to pause. She wasn't sure how much she wanted to tell Steve about their wild fight the night before. When Steve had called and suggested they talk, she'd invited him over but he'd insisted they go for a drive instead. Wise of him. Caution was something she'd abandoned what seemed to be ages ago. How cautious had she been with Suzy? How real was the threat she represented?
"She came to see me last night, you know."
He sat up with a jerk.
"Who? Suzy? She came to see you?" He was wide-eyed. "What did she say?"
"She accused us of the worst. She was very agitated. Things got a little tense for awhile."
"How do you mean?"
"Well, we had a fight. Actually. It was a pretty bad fight."
He watched her closely, trying to absorb the enormity of what she was suggesting.
"You mean you yelled a lot, or you ... fought?"
"We fought. It was a nasty scene and I'm not real pleased with myself over it, but I think it may have been good for us both."
"But you mean the two of you were FIGHTING? like, hitting each other?' "Look Steve. This is not a typical situation. I guess I'm not a typical teacher. I seem to be stepping beyond established bounds with all my students these days. She didn't come to me as a student, and we didn't discuss the situation as student and teacher. She attacked me, and I fought back. It's as simple as that."
"But you HIT her?" It disturbed her to see how agitated he was getting.
"Face it, Steve. We've gone way past the edge. There aren't any rules for this kind of situation. What do you think, there's a graduate level course for education majors, Student Seduction 505? Forget it! We're on our own in this and so is Suzy. Maybe I'm Miss Perkins in the classroom and you're my students, but where we are now, I'm whatever we decide I am. You and I are whatever we decide we are. No rules. Nothing. Understand?"
"What did she say?"
"She told me she was going to expose me if I didn't resign by noon today. Apparently she changed her mind. As far as I know, I'm still on the payroll."
"How did you talk her out of it?"
Julia fumbled in her purse for a cigarette. This too surprised Steve. She offered him one, and without thinking, he accepted.
"I don't know how I talked her out of it. When she left, we were calmed down, but it was a pretty emotional scene." She took a deep drag and exhaled. "I think she cares about you very much."
"Why are you telling me?"
"Because it's something you need to know, to think about if you're going to make any kind of intelligent decision about all this."
"There really wasn't anything much between us. Well that's not true. We'd been going steady for about seven months. Miss Perkins, she's just so young."
"And you've tasted an older woman and like a little salt with your sweets, is that it?"
"Yeah, something like that."
"Steve, what do you think of me? Is this simply a fantasy come to life? Because if it is, there's nothing wrong with that. But if that's what it is to you, you should face it and be honest about it."
"Gosh, I don't know Miss Perkins." She let him address her in the way he was obviously most comfortable with.
"This is all just too fucking strange. It's like you said: I don't know what happens when you get involved with your teacher. I don't know anyone else who's ever done something like this. Not in Clinton, anyway."
Julia placed her hand on his thigh.
"It's all right to be confused, as long as you understand the kinds of conflicts that are making you confused. Because when you act, you have to act out of some kind of awareness of the forces around you. You understand what I'm saying?"
"What I have to do is get to Suzy." He sounded very depressed by the thought.
"What'll I do? What'll I say to her? Do I deny this? That's what I did when she first brought it up. I tried to make her feel like a paranoid fool. But what if she really KNOWS?"
Julia thought about the 'proof Suzy had mentioned. Could it be?
"I don't know what to tell you, Steve. She indicated that she was pretty sure of herself. If you want my advice, I'd say to be gentle and kind. Don't attack her and don't accuse her. She may very well be able to do something we'll all regret."
"How could she have found out? It's not like we've been real obvious about this or anything?"
"Let me clue you in on a little secret, Steve. A woman in love is a highly sensitized being. A woman who's love is scorned is dangerous. We 'see' things, that maybe aren't there, but sometimes simply trying to fool someone can set off a whole flood of perceptions and it's pretty hard to convince someone like that that they're wrong. You'll learn."
"So then, what should we do. Just wait and see if the hammer falls?"
"I really don't know. like I said, she's in a very delicate state right now. You don't want to do anything that would push her the wrong way and that would be very easy to do right now. After a couple more days, if nothing's happened, then we can think about taking some kind of action to diffuse this. Maybe we should call this whole thing off. It would be the smart thing to do." She studied him closely for his reaction to this.
"Yeah ... but is that what you want."
"You tell me." Her hand went to his balls. She rolled them softly between her fingers.
He let her play with him a moment, then he said in an urgent voice "Miss Perkins, I haven't stopped thinking about you for days. Every time I close my eyes, I see you in front of me, pulling your sweater up over your head. I haven't done anything except think about you. You've changed my life and I don't even know how yet. I don't want to quit before I find out."
She leaned over to him and kissed him. His mouth opened, his tongue raced out to meet with hers and as they kissed, she worked him steadily, expertly back to a full erection. Unbelievable she thought, how easily he gets hard. Erections at will. She'd known a few men who'd have cut off a ball for such a gift.
His eyes begged her to continue stroking his cock. He'd not yet gained enough confidence with her to take command, was still the little boy following her lead. All right, she'd lead him. Right into her wet cunt she'd lead him and the rest of the world could go fuck themselves anyway they could find. She'd found her way and wasn't letting go.
He reclined against the corner of the back seat, one leg carelessly hanging onto the floorboard, the other raised up against the back of the seat. His cock pointed straight out from him. A perfect angle, she thought, for a nice rear entry. She turned around and raised her soft buttocks.
"Guide me into you." She felt his hands on her ass, felt him boldly spread the cheeks and take in the view. She knew it must be an overwhelming view for one so inexperienced. As he stared at her, she slid her hand between her legs and parted the lips of her cunt.
"Put your fingers in me," she directed, and felt their probing entrance past the spread opening.
"You're really wet. I can't believe how wet you are."
"You made me that way. You know that. Oh yes, that feels good," and she began to undulate her hips on his extended fingers. Her pussy was alive, as alive as she could ever remember feeling it. Each small point on the wet inner surface of her cunt flashed a tingle of recognition back through her body, along supercharged nerve fibers that filled her whole body with the mounting pressure of sexual craving, blind sexual lust that would not tolerate being ignored. She danced in attentive joy, letting her hips slurp up and down on his fingers, felt them spreading inside her, felt them seeking out the deepest parts of her. Then she felt his other hand on her clitoris. He knew where it was, but didn't seem to know too much about how it was used, though his harsh pawing strokes across the hardened point caused her to groan.
"Softer. Softly," she coaxed, and felt his pressure lessen. "Like a feather," she added and this image was one he could home in on. Suddenly, like electricity, like live wires touched to her flesh, his fingers gently tickled the bud of nerves and they exploded through her in an agony of delicious searing sexual pain. For it didn't hurt, only made her crave more, leaving her more unsatisfied as her gratification quickened, a craving that fed on its own intensity.
The fingers in her pussy stretched her to her fullest now, dug madly at the wet membranes, the pink folds of skin so slippery with her sexual juice. She arched her hips higher, opened herself fully to him, then felt him guiding her down, down onto that gorgeous spike, down into lost forgotten depths of pleasure that washed away the landscape beyond the small space that held the two of them, a universe empty, as empty as her cunt, an emptiness to be filled wholly with their fucking.
She was on him; he was slipping into her. Down a bit, feeling the head push into her pussy, up feeling it slide back out, down and again feeling it push into her, deeper this time, up, down, up, down, in and out, in and out. Once again she heard him start to gasp and groan and knew his astonished balls were reflexively spilling out with their thick liquid.
She reached a hand back to their tightly joined crotches, raised up on his cock and just as the head was about to slip out, she squeezed, firmly, felt the fluttering spasms beneath her fingers ease off and sensed him falling back from the peak. She waited, nearly a minute, with the head of his cock still in her, before she again allowed her hips to begin the long descent that would suck him up inside her.
He fucked with a renewed vigor, a fresh intensity. Now, as she dropped her body onto him, he rose to meet her. The cheeks of her ass were gently cradled in his stomach and as she spread her legs wider she felt the sensitive skin inside the crack of her ass rubbing across his body.
She grabbed his feet with her hands for support. He thrust harder and harder, never breaking his rhythm, confidently plunging his stiff cock straight through her parted flesh, driving up and stretching her cunt walls as far as they would stretch.
They were both pumping fast now, in time with each other and the first wave of orgasm began to gather at the point of friction between them. Steadily it mounted; she was lost, floating in a sea of delirium and near madness, working herself over him, whipping up an insane froth of her juice.
She came. She came a mighty come. She screamed out in helpless anguished ecstasy and still he beat her cunt with his rod. She felt the wave ease off and immediately another built in its place, rising to a crest and breaking through her pussy, sweeping her up in the tide of passion they'd unleashed. She felt him coming now, felt her pussy grow hot as all at once his cum shot through her and filled her to overflowing.
His dick was slippery in her now, and she merely increased the force of her rising and falling back on him. She clawed her fingernails across her clitoris, with such vigor and determination that an observer might have thought she risked scraping it right out of its tight little pocket. But she knew what she was doing and her cries turned to gut wrenching shrieks as she pawed herself to more and more orgasms. Ten, twenty; she had no idea. They were merged into a floating timelessness, a sinking into a bottomless pit of soft down where body and space lost their separateness, where she was beyond herself, to the point, for brief infinite moments of losing herself, passing beyond mind and ego, cast up onto a clean plane of blank, peaceful unconscious sensation like driftwood on a deserted shore at dawn.
She collapsed finally, her exhaustion complete. Her mind raced like a thousand bits of film spliced randomly together. She saw flowers, heard the sounds of traffic, recalled the name of a long forgotten friend from childhood, saw herself naked, saw herself in command, saw herself helpless. Cocks floated in the air within her, swarms of cocks like migrating sparrows, circling her, smothering her, spilling their rich white cum onto her. The silence was visible, tangible, something that could be held in ones hand.
Slowly, her conception of space reached out beyond herself, reached out to Steve, the auto, the banks of the dark river, the silhouettes of low hanging trees black against the gray of the night sky. She sat up.
Steve stroked her hair as she leaned back into him. Her legs spilled across the car seat, his cum spilled from her cunt, small sounds spilled from her lips. She turned up to his face, looked deeply into his perpetually amazed eyes.
"I'll fight to keep this." It was an irrevocable commitment, sealed with every fiber of her being. "I don't care if it's insane, if it's madness. I want you and I want you to want me. Tell me you want me."
"I want you." His voice was a whisper; he could have said nothing else.
"I want to fuck you again. I want to feel this cock in me forever." She touched it and felt it still stiff beneath her fingers.
"What about Suzy?" he asked after a moment.
"Let me worry about Suzy." Already she knew that whatever it took, whatever it meant. Suzy would be dealt with. And in her mind's eye, she saw the first shimmering shapes of actors in motion, of figures in a drama of her own creation. Yes, she thought, Suzy will present no problem.