Chapter 9
Beverly watched her father and Carol Fletcher with disgust. He had his arm around her shoulders and was driving with only one hand on the wheel. If her teacher sat any closer to her father, she'd be in his lap! She kept kissing and nuzzling his neck and cheek and laughing deep in her throat. Beverly, alone in the back seat was furious and jealous at the same time.
"Ohh, Phil, don't drive so fast. I want to enjoy every minute." Carol wiggled against him, giggling.
Phil grinned and slowed down. "You're telling me what to do already," he complained.
"You didn't mind last night," Carol gave a throaty chuckle.
Beverly snorted. It had been like this all day! When she and Susan had gotten up that morning, they had found the two adults having coffee in the living room. Carol had been wearing her father's robe, and nothing else. When she'd stood up Beverly had been able to see the black triangle of hair between her legs, and one tit had popped out for a minute.
"Hi, kids! Sleep good?" Phil had gotten up and started getting breakfast.
"Oh, yes!" Susan had begun to giggle, but a sharp poke in the ribs had shut her up quickly.
All through breakfast Susan had chattered while her father and her teacher had sat side by side, smiling at each other. At one point they'd both gotten up and gone out of the room. Beverly had snuck a quick look and seen her father kissing Carol's big breasts while she pressed her hand between his legs. The sight had made Beverly sick!
Susan had gone home and Phil had announced, red-faced, that Beverly would have an easy time getting to school from now on because Carol-Beverly was to call her that now, not Miss Fletcher-was moving in with them.
Beverly was forced to accept the idea. She was too young to stage a dramatic walkout, and that was really what she wanted to do.
Now they were driving to Carol's apartment to start moving some of her things, and Beverly decided she hated both of them!
"Okay, troops, we have arrived. Now, what needs doing?" Phil parked the car and gave Carol a pat on the thigh.
"Well, to begin with, you can help by not helping." Carol smiled at Phil's expression.
"You're rejecting me! When I feel rejected I become violent!" Phil scowled dramatically.
Carol laughed and nodded. "Yes, I am rejecting you. Beverly and I can get everything done in one-third the time if you aren't around to get underfoot. Honestly, Phil, I'd rather you ... I know! You can go to the library and get me those books I told you about last night. Would you, please?"
Phil sighed. He pulled out his notebook and pen and handed them to her. "Write 'em down and I'll go find them."
Carol wrote busily, the tip of her tongue between her teeth. "There," she handed the pen and notebook back to Phil, "that's the list."
"Okay, honey. I'll go get them." Phil gave her a kiss while Beverly seethed. Calling her honey! That was what he called his daughter, not that ... that woman! Yecch!
"I'll be back as fast as I can," Phil promised.
"Please don't rush, Phil. We've got a lot to do. Take your time and find something interesting to read." Carol grinned. She slid out of the car and pulled the seat forward so Beverly could get out.
Phil drove off and Carol led the way upstairs in the apartment house. She was wearing the dress she'd worn for her date with Phil. It was cut to give maximum emphasis to the enormous lift of her breasts and the tight curves of her ass. Beverly, looking up at her from the back, was angry and horny at the same time. Susan had been fun, but she was only a girl. Carol would be far more experienced and they could have lots of fun together, but she was taking her father away, the dirty bitch!
Carol unlocked the door and ushered the teen-ager in. She crossed to the window and opened it, letting in a faint breath of fresh air and the sound of traffic.
"Well, where to start...." Carol looked around and then touched her dress. "I think I'd better change first. It's going to be a scorcher today."
Beverly sat on the small couch and waited while Carol went into her bedroom and closed the door. It failed to latch and swung partially open, and Beverly could see Carol moving about. The big breasted woman stood with her back to the door and took off her dress. Beverly swallowed as she stared at her teacher wearing only her bra and a tight pair of panties. Her stomach began to feel funny, the way it felt funny just before Susan had made her come the night before.
Carol walked away from the opening and when she returned she was naked. Beverly squeezed her plump thighs together and wished she could be in there with the naked woman, touching her, kissing her.
"Beverly?"
"Yes?" Beverly sat up with a jerk. Carol was still in the bedroom, her back to the door. She was bending over picking something up off the floor, and Beverly could see her asshole and the pink lips of her cunt in the mat of pussy hair.
"Beverly, why don't you take the books out of the bookcase by the couch and stack them by the door. Those will be all I'll want for the moment."
"Oh. Okay." Beverly took the books out and piled them beside the door. She looked toward the bedroom but Carol was no longer in sight.
The red-headed girl felt horrible, and couldn't say why. She knew she was horny, but there was nothing she could do about it. She liked Miss Fletcher-Carol-very much, but ... everything was so confused!
"What's wrong, Beverly?" Carol stood just behind her, a pair of shorts pulled up around her hips but not buttoned, exposing her black pubic hair. She was naked above the waist and her big breasts were directly in line with Beverly's eyes as the girl turned to face her.
"No ... nothing, Miss Fletcher." Beverly bowed her head, but she couldn't take her eyes off the tangle of hair at the base of Carol's white belly.
"Beverly, please don't call me Miss Fletcher any more, except in school, of course. My name is Carol, and I think formality is a little out of place in the home."
Beverly raised her head and stared her teacher square in the eye.
"Anything you say ... Miss Fletcher."
Carol sighed. She pulled on her shirt and began buttoning it. Well, better hard and fast then slow and nasty, she decided.
"Beverly, I think you'd better accept the fact that your father and I are very much in love. I love him, and he loves me, and we want to be together."
"You dirty bitch!" Beverly threw herself down on the couch and began sobbing bitterly.
"Beverly! Hey, it's going to be all right, honey, really it will!" Carol knelt beside her, uncertain what to do.
"No it WON'T!!" Beverly sobbed. "You're prettier than I am. You've got bigger breasts and a nicer ass and better legs and you know how to suck and fuck! You're getting my daddy, and he's MY daddy ... MINE! I want him!"
Carol stroked Beverly's shoulders, pulling the sobbing girl against her. Beverly nestled her head on Carol's big breasts, and her tears soaked into the thin shirt covering them.
"Beverly, I'll tell you something if you promise to keep it strictly to yourself."
"It doesn't matter," Beverly sniffled.
"Promise?"
"Yeah, I promise."
"Remember the other day in class when you slid down in your seat?"
"But ... I didn't mean anything," Beverly wailed. "I ... I just wanted you to touch me."
Carol gave her a gentle shake. "Beverly, you're pretty. You've got a beautiful cunt."
Beverly lifted her head and stared at Carol in amazement. Carol smiled and nodded.
"That's right. You've only got a little bit of lovely red hair around your lips, but I've got ... well, look!"
Carol stood up and pulled her shorts off, spreading her slim legs apart.
"See? See all that black hair? I hate it! Once I tried shaving it all off, but it grew back and itched and I scratched myself all day long."
Beverly laughed. She slid off the couch and knelt in front of Carol, staring at her pussy. The hair was long and black, and it nearly covered the pink cunt lips. Suddenly Beverly felt daring.-She leaned forward and kissed Carol's cunt, her tongue separating the lips and stroking over the clit.
Carol gasped and pulled Beverly's head away from her body.
"Honey, what's wrong!"
"But you're so beautiful! Beverly got to her feet and slid her hands up under Carol's shirt, cupping her small hands under Carol's big tits. "I know why daddy wants to play with you instead of with me."
Carol gently pulled Beverly's hands away from her body and shook her head.
"This really isn't a good idea, honey. Not at all."
"Ohhh, Carol, please! I want to touch you and have you touch me. I've wanted it ever since the first time I saw you in school. At night I lie in bed and dream about you and rub myself, every night."
"Every night?"
Beverly nodded. "Once in a while I even get a come.
"Don't you ever think about boys?" Carol crossed her arms on her stomach and watched Beverly closely, ignoring the fact that she was naked below the waist.
Beverly blushed furiously and looked at the floor, squirming in embarrassment. She plopped back on the couch.
"Hey, Beverly, it's all right!" Carol squatted down in front of the girl and put her hands on Beverly's knees.
"I ... I...." Beverly squirmed and looked over Carol's head. She rubbed her nose and then gave the dark-haired woman an appealing glance. "Promise you won't ever tell anyone?" she whispered.
Carol nodded. "I promise!"
Beverly put her hands over Carol's and looked her straight in the eye.
"The ... the only way I can come is if I think about ... daddy and me."
Carol was shocked, but not very much so. She remembered feeling the same way about her father, but she'd had a mother to de-fuse the problem. Beverly didn't, and she was obviously trying to avoid the situation by transferring her natural sex drive from her father to female figures, notably, Carol, her home room teacher!
"Does it take you very long to come when you think about you and your father?"
Beverly nodded. She was beginning to relax and feel less up tight.
"It always takes me a long time. I get warmed up real easy, but I ... I just can't make myself come except ... well ... don't laugh, please."
Carol shook her head.
"If I pinch myself, I get a come, but I have to do it really hard and sometimes it doesn't work. The other day, you know when ... I'd tried for hours the night before and only hurt myself. I saw you sitting there, and you're so pretty and nice, I thought...." Beverly blushed again and trailed off.
Carol stared at the teen-ager for a moment, obviously making her mind up about something. Finally she gave the nervous girl a big smile and said, "Beverly, I'm going to help you. But if you ever breathe a word of this to anyone, I'll strangle you with my bare hands!"
Beverly gulped and then broke into a storm of giggles. She was so horny and nervous and mixed up she didn't know whether she was coming or going!
"Come on," Carol gripped Beverly's hand. "Let's get comfortable."
They went into the bedroom and Carol took her shirt off. She looked at Beverly as the plump girl flopped on the bed.
"Take your clothes off, Beverly." Carol sat at the end of the bed and watched the teen-ager undress. She was uncertain of what she was doing. Messing around with a student was really asking for trouble. And when the student happened to be the daughter of a man who had fucked you out of your mind ... Carol shook her head. She hoped she was doing the right thing.
"Okay, Carol?" Beverly was sitting up, her legs crossed.
Carol smiled at the naked teen-ager and nodded.
"Beverly, I'm going to show you how I masturbate, and then I want you to show me how you do it, all right?"
Beverly blushed and then nodded. "I'm sorry, Carol, but all of a sudden all of my fantasies are coming true, and it's ... freaky!"
Carol smiled. "Beverly, pretty soon I'm going to be a quasi-relative, sort of a half stepmother. I think it's important to help you in every way I can. Right now we, and I mean WE, are going to get you past this block about not coming when you masturbate."
Beverly watched with barely-concealed lust as Carol sat on the bed, her knees far apart and the soles of her feet nearly touching. She could see everything!
Carol's pussy was big and moist with beautiful pink lips. Her button was almost completely exposed, thrusting out from under it's fleshy cover and demanding to be paid attention to. The big woman's cunt was being dragged open by the strain, forming an inviting oval that seemed to cry out for something to be stuffed into it.
"Now Beverly, watch." Carol slowly ran her finger alongside her clit, stroking the pussy lips gently. Her entire cunt fluttered and Beverly could see drops of moisture springing out of the pink cunt walls.
"Now for the best part," Carol's voice was shaky. "A gentle stroke right across the clit." Her fingers moved and she made a funny sound deep in her throat. Her hips lifted and jerked violently, and then she relaxed.
"It's that easy, honey." Carol smiled and gave a deep sigh.
Beverly shook her head. "Not for me. It takes me hours, and it hurts!"
Beverly nodded and then demonstrated. She lay on her back, her plump thighs open to expose her brightly-fringed cunt. Her fingers danced up and down the small slit, opening the lips and playing between them. Moisture began to appear and her breathing grew hoarse. Her soft breasts swelled slightly and her nipples jabbed up into the air, a pair of hard pink stubs. Her hands moved faster and faster and her hips began to roll slightly.
Carol watched, her own lust building inside her. She had started something in herself, a nice crackling fire that made her pussy itch for more. The longer she watched the teen-ager play with herself, the hornier the teacher felt.
"See," Beverly gasped. "I'm doing just what you did. I feel wonderful, but I can't get any further!" Her hands stopped moving and she sniffed tearfully.
"Ummm." Carol lay down on her stomach between Beverly's legs. She pushed the girl's thighs apart and looked at her wet cunt.
"I'm going to touch you, Beverly. All right?"
"Ohhh, yes!!" Beverly squealed happily.
Carol ran her fingers over Beverly's thighs and the girl giggled. Her giggles stopped as Carol's fingers opened the tiny lips of her hot cunt.
"Aha!" Carol looked up at Beverly with a smile on her face. "I've found the problem honey."
Carol got off the bed and grabbed her hand mirror. She flopped back between Beverly's outstretched legs, her big breasts bouncing violently.
"Here," she held the mirror between the girl's thighs so Beverly could see. "See ... you've got a hooded clit. It's hidden under that fold of skin."
"Ohhhh!" Beverly shook her head and then appealed, "what can we do?"
Carol grinned lustily. She hadn't made it with another woman in several years, and the idea of being naked on the bed with her pupil was beginning to overcome her earlier qualms.
"Lie back down, honey. I'm going to try something. If it works, fine. If it doesn't, we still know what the problem is, and it's easy to fix."
Beverly lay down and Carol moved the mirror out of the way. She wedged her elbows so the teen-ager couldn't close her thighs and slowly touched the red-haired pussy.
"Beverly, this is likely to hurt, so don't be afraid to yell. Ready?"
"I ... I guess so," Beverly answered dubiously.
Carol gently rubbed Beverly's pussy and then ran her thumbnails up the inside of the girl's tiny cunt lips. As they came together at the fold of skin that covered the clit, Carol lifted gently.
"OWW!!" Beverly tried to jerk away, but Carol's arms on her thighs hedld her in position.
Carol pulled harder and suddenly the skin rolled back and Beverly's clit popped into view. It was a beautiful pearly pink, twice as thick as any Carol had ever seen. It looked so nice that Carol couldn't resist the sudden impulse. She gently licked the newly exposed flesh, tasting Beverly's musky cream.
"AHHH!" Beverly writhed wildly. Her entire body was suddenly more alive than it had ever been before. She grabbed her teacher's head and held it against her pussy.
"More," she begged. "Please, Carol, MORE!!"
Carol, feeling her own lust starting to boil, granted the moaning girl's plea. Her tongue continued to move over the small flesh between Beverly's legs, and Beverly's voice sobbed out her pleasure. , "CAROL, I'M COMING! OH!! Do it again, I want MORE!"
Beverly's passion drove Carol into a frenzy of her own. She reached between her thighs and began rubbing herself, feeling the heat build higher and higher.
"Ohhh, Carol ... how can I ever thank you?"
Beverly sobbed happily.
Carol rolled on her back and grabbed Beverly's leg. "Come down here and eat me, now!" the dark-haired woman gasped.
"Ohhh, yes!" Beverly threw herself between her teacher's thighs, her eager mouth fastening on the drooling pussy lips. She remembered what she had done to Susan, and her tongue lashed over Carol's cunt.
"YES!!" Carol clamped her thighs around Beverly's head and she. began squeezing her big breasts, building her pleasure higher and higher. As Beverly continued to lick her, Carol's thighs fell open and she began jerking spasmodically.
"Carol. Carol!" Beverly shook her. "CAROL, there's somebody at the front door!"
Carol shook her head and listened. The sex buzz in her head died down and she could hear the door chimes.
"Oh damn!" Carol got up and grabbed her shirt. "Stay here and keep quiet," she hissed.
Carol hurried out of the bedroom shutting the door behind her. She pulled on the shirt and buttoned it, hoping it was long enough to cover her wet cunt from view.
As Carol pushed the release for the street door, she realized it was probably Phil.
"Oh shit!" Carol looked around wildly. What was she going to do? She could never, ever explain Beverly's being naked on the bed. Phil would....
"OH SHIT!" Carol was close to tears.