Chapter 5
Miss Stevenson settled down comfortably in her position as teacher of seventh graders. She discovered that she enjoyed teaching them in addition to having sex with them, and she felt relieved that the boys and girls in the classroom no longer gave her any trouble. It was quite a load off her mind. She had thought, when she first started teaching at Forrest that she wouldn't last out the week, but events had Droved her wrong. It was now halfway towards the Christmas Vacation, and Miss Stevenson looked forward to spending a good part of her life there.
She continued to spend a good deal of her time with Douglas. He no longer was kept after school, but instead went over to her place and the two of them had some really great times together.
"I do appreciate what you are doing for me," said Miss Stevenson, in a rare moment of candor. She had just finished sucking Douglas' cock, and she had to tell him what she felt.
"Thanks," said Douglas. "I think it's only fair to warn you, though, that my father is getting very upset with you."
"With me? How so?"
"Well, you know I can't tell him that I've been spending almost every afternoon here. I tell him that you are keeping me in after school."
"Why are you saying that? Why can't you just say that you are out with your friends, or something?"
"Because he can check up on that. He has no way of really knowing what I am doing if I say that you are making me stay late."
"But he must think that I really don't like you, or that you are being punished for something. I think he wouldn't be happy about that at all."
"That's what I've been trying to tell you," said Douglas. "I know that he's been ignoring it, at least he had been, but lately it's been upsetting him."
"Well, what can we do about that? I do like you, Douglas, and I wouldn't want to give up our afternoons together."
"I don't know, Miss Stevenson," said Douglas. "I really would like to keep on seeing you."
"Yes," she replied. "Can we think of something else?"
"Well, he intends to talk to you about it," said Douglas. "I know that's what he told me he was going to do. I don't think that I can prevent that from happening."
"I see," she answered. "Well, I suppose I'll have to think of something. Maybe I can say that you are doing some remedial work."
"Nan, that wouldn't work," responded her student. "He knows I'm bright, and he wouldn't ever believe that I needed any of that kind of work. Even if I did need it, he wouldn't accept it."
"I don't know, I'll think of something," she said. "When is he planning on talking to me?"
"That's what he wanted me to set up. You see, he's always home. He works out of our home and he can come into the school anytime."
"How about tomorrow?"
"That would be okay," said Douglas. "I'll go home and tell him."
"No, wait. I will need more time to think about what I'm going to tell him. Make it Monday. Yes, Monday would be a lot better. I could use the weekend to carefully construct a story. I'll be able to explain it to you later. How does that sound?"
"That's fine sounding to me," he answered. "Yes, that's probably the best idea."
"I think I'll say something about your helping me. Would he believe that?"
"I don't know. He has been constantly asking me why I am staying late, and I have been trying to avoid answering him. If I were just helping you, then I don't think I would have refused to tell him."
"That's true," she said. "I could say that you are a distracting influence on the class."
"Hey, that's an idea. I don't think he would get too upset if you told him that I was flirting with all the girls. My father thinks that something like that is just fine. He likes the idea of my being the center of all the girls' attentions. He wouldn't object to that, and at the same time, he would understand why you would need to keep me after school as a form of punishment, since it would be disrupting your class."
"Yes," she said. "That's what I'll say."
Douglas left her house and headed for home. He still didn't tell his father just what it was that he was being kept in for, but he made the appointment for Monday. Miss Stevenson was all ready for him.
"Are you Miss Stevenson?" asked Mr. Harrison, Douglas' father.
"Yes, I take it you are here to see me about Douglas."
"I am, yes," he replied. "I would really like to know what's been happening with him. Why is he coming home from school late almost every day?"
Miss Stevenson resisted a great urge to tell his father the truth. She wanted to blurt out that he had been fucking her, but decided not to. She thought that he wouldn't understand.
"Well, you know that Douglas is a very attractive boy," she started. "That has a lot to do with it."
"What do you mean?" he asked.
"Well, all the girls are interested in him, and he is paying them more attention than he is paying me. I mean that he doesn't listen to me in class."
"Really? Why do you think that is?"
"I really have no idea, Mr. Harrison, except that he likes receiving the attentions of the young girls. I don't seem to have any control over him. I would like him to listen to me in class."
"You're not jealous of the girls, are you Miss Stevenson?"
"Heavens no!" she exclaimed. She didn't tell him that she would be jealous of him if the events she described were true, but he didn't know that.
"Well, I don't really see what you are so upset about," he said. It was obvious that he was proud of his son. Their plan was working.
"Well, you know that I would prefer it if he were to put his mind more to his work, and less elsewhere. I think his mind needs more exercise than other parts of him."
"What do you mean, Miss Stevenson?" he asked.
"I think you know perfectly well what I mean," she replied. "You look like a man who knows about these things. You must know that Douglas likes to spend a good deal of his time in the company of the young girls here."
"I guess he does," said his father. "Well, I'm glad that you told me these things. I had thought for a while that there was really something wrong with my son, but now I see that he is a perfectly normal young man. I'm glad to hear that."
"Yes, you see that I thought that keeping him late would accomplish two things. Firstly, it would punish him by showing him that I could make him stay late and not go out with the rest of the children. It would also prevent him from seeing too many girls. The more he stayed in school, the less time he would have for them."
"I do believe you are jealous, Miss Stevenson," said Mr. Harrison with a slight chuckle. "Yes, I really think that you are jealous that he spends more of his time with the girls of his class and would rather do so, than he does with you."
"Oh, come now, Mr. Harrison," she said sweetly. "You know that couldn't possibly be true. What would I do with a twelve-year-old boy?"
"The same thing you could do with a thirty-two-year-old man."
"What are you talking about?" she asked. She, of course, knew perfectly well.
"What I'm saying, Miss Stevenson, is that the two of you could do just what you and I could do."
"And what is that?" she asked.
"Well, I don't really want to discuss it here," he said. "What I really would like is for you and I to go somewhere and talk about it."
"Like where?" she asked.
"Well, I don't like talking in a schoolroom. I never did. How would you like to come out with me for a drink and we could talk."
"I don't really know," she said. "I do have plans for the evening."
"Well, it wouldn't have to take the whole evening," he said with a smile. "I'm sure we could accomplish our business in a short time."
"Okay," she said agreeing to his proposition, "I think I could spare some time."
"Great," he replied. "Let's go."
Miss Stevenson and Mr. Harrison walked out of the school building. He steered her towards his car.
"Let's go over to the bar at the Vacation Inn Lounge. It's really a great place."
"Okay, sure," she said. She knew the reputation of that place. It was part of a motel, and she knew exactly what was on his mind. She didn't refuse, not particularly because she wanted to have sex with an older man, but because he was Douglas' father, and she wanted to keep on his good side.
The entered the lounge. It was nearly deserted, as places like that usually are at four in the afternoon. "Come on, sit down at this booth," he offered.
The two of them sat down and immediately proceeded to discuss all sorts of things except Douglas. Miss Stevenson was afraid that if she had a few drinks she would tell his father just what the two of them had been doing. This was something that she didn't want to tell him.
They had quite a few drinks, and Miss Stevenson was getting very sleepy. She looked like she just wanted to lie down somewhere and rest.
"I think you need something soft to relax on," he suggested. "As it happens, I have a room here in this motel and I think we should go in it."
"Okay," she said softly. "Perhaps that would be best."
"It's right down the corridor," he told her. "Room 123."
They entered his room, and she lay down on the bed. He walked over to her.
"I think you could tell me now exactly the real reason you keep Douglas in school so late all the time. I really don't believe the story you told me."
"What?"
"Oh, come on now, Miss Stevenson," he said. "I don't for a moment think that you aren't yourself attracted to him. I could tell that every time his name came up. You kept touching yourself whenever you talked about him."
"I did?"
"Yes, you did," he said. "I think that that means something."
"What could it mean?" she asked naively.
"You tell me," he said.
"Well, are you trying to get me to say that we've fucked together? I don't think that's fair of you to imply that."
"Well, isn't that what you and my son have been doing? Come on now, Miss Stevenson, tell me the truth. That's exactly what has been happening. I think that you and Douglas have been having sex almost every day. Isn't that so?"
"I don't know. I want to go to sleep."
"Oh no you don't," he said. "Not before I'm finished with you, you don't."
"Well.. . "
"Look, Miss Stevenson," he argued. "I really know what has been happening. I already know all about you and Douglas."
"You do?" She wondered how he could have found out. Douglas wouldn't have told him, or would he?
"Yes, I do."
"Did Douglas say anything?"
"What difference does that make?"
"Well, it does make a difference. He told me he wouldn't tell you anything."
"And so he didn't, but I found out anyway."
"How?"
"Well, if you must know, there is a girl in the class whom I happen to know very well."
"It wouldn't be Maryjane, would it?"
"Yes, as a matter-of-fact, Maryjane Adams and I are quite good friends."
"So you like young girls," she said. "That's not so different from me and Douglas."
"I never said it was," said Mr. Harrison. "I never said that Douglas fucking you was wrong. You are the one who seemed to think that's what I would say."
"You mean you don't care?"
"Oh, I care," he said, "but I don't think that it's wrong. You see, I know Douglas well enough to realize that he enjoys having sex with women of about your age. I figured right away that he'd been fucking you. I just wanted you to tell me for yourself."
"Oh," she said. She really didn't know what else to say. Mr. Harrison had known all along what they had been doing.
"Yes," he said. "I don't mind his fucking such a pretty girl like you. You still are a girl, Miss Stevenson. You are very young and very beautiful and very sexy."
"Oh, no I'm not," she protested.
"Of course you are," he insisted. "I think that you are extremely sexy. You really do turn me on, Miss Stevenson."
"No I don't," she answered. "You like girls very young. I'm nearly twice Maryjane's age."
"I didn't say I didn't like them older," he told her. "I like pretty and sexy women of any age. I could really go for someone like you."
Miss Stevenson looked at Douglas' father. He was a good-looking man who resembled his son quite a bit. He had a good physique and she thought there would be no harm in having a casual fling with him.
"Yes," he repeated, "I could really go for someone like you."
She didn't respond to that. She still couldn't quite make up her mind what to do. She kept thinking that she had to be home, and that she wanted to get out of there, but he was attractive, and she could feel her lubricating juices beginning to flow. Her mind told her one thing, but her cunt told her another. She just couldn't get up and leave.
"I can see why Douglas likes you," he repeated. "Yes, it's very clear. He likes women with nice fleshy tits, and so do I."
Mr. Harrison put his hands on his son's teacher's breasts. He caressed them slowly and deliberately, and she could feel her nipples becoming stiff. She was getting very excited, and she wanted him to continue massaging her tits.
"How does that feel, Miss Stevenson?" he asked. "How do you like this?"
"I like it very much," she replied. "Don't stop. Please feel and rub my tits. That really turns me on."
"Good," he said. "It turns me on too."
"I can see that," she said, looking at his crotch. His cock was getting hard, and it was causing a bulge to appear. "You look like you are getting a hard-on."
"So I am," he said. He began to unzip his pants. "My cock is getting hard for you, Miss Stevenson, and I would like to do something about it."
"What are you going to do about it?" she asked.
"You'll find out," he said. He unbuckled his pants and slowly removed them. His penis was a massive piece of hard masculine flesh. As big as Douglas' cock was, his father's prick seemed twice as big. Miss Stevenson blinked. She didn't know if her pussy was big enough to take it all in.
She reached out and touched his prick. It was warm and she started to stroke it.
"I want it," she said softly. "I want that hard prick inside my cunt."
"That's just where it's going," he replied. "You are going to feel my dick all the way inside your cunt. You are going to know what a really big prick can do to your sweet pussy."
Mr. Harrison started to undress Miss Stevenson. He unbuttoned her blouse and squeezed her tits. She moaned with ecstasy and he quickly began to remove her skirt. Her panties were beginning to get wet with her cunt juices oozing out of her hole, and he played with her cunt hairs as he removed her wet panties.
"Oh, baby, your cunt feels good and warm," he said. "I would really like to slide my dork inside your hole."
"Yes," she pleaded. "I want it. I want you to fuck me, Mr. Harrison. Please fuck me. Oh, your cock looks so good and hard. Fuck me, please. Let me feel your cock and balls. Oh, that's really so good. Fuck me! Please fuck my cunt hole!"
They were both quite nude and Mr. Harrison pressed his penis against her pussy hairs. She could feel his hard organ beginning to penetrate her slit, pressing hard against her cunt walls.
"Your cunt is so tight and juicy," he gasped. "I love it. Oh, baby, I love your pussy. It is making my cock harder than ever."
"Shove it in faster!" she shouted. "I want you to really fuck my cunt hole."
His began to plunge his dick deeper and deeper into her craving hole. Her vagina was rapidly filling up with hard meat. His balls began to slap against her body, and she started to writhe and shake with delirious erotic ecstasy.
"Fuck me!" she screamed. "Your cock is driving me wild. Fuck me! Please fuck my pussy!" His meat slid into her hole as far as he could make it go. His prick was so huge, that he still could have entered her hole even deeper.
"How does that feel now?" he asked. "How do you like my cock and balls?"
"I love it!" she shouted. "I really want it now. It's beautiful! Your prick and balls are making me really hot and wet."
Her juices were beginning to flow with increasing rapidity. They flowed wildly out of her cunt slit and she spread her legs open really wide to allow Mr. Harrison's hard dong to ram her all the way.
"Suck on my nipples!" she cried. "Please suck my tits!" He obeyed her request instantly. She had a beautiful pair of globes, and he buried his face in them. His tongue flicked out and licked and sucked her meaty tits.
He was really going wild. His dick was flying in and out of her hot and dripping cunt and he felt as if he were going to explode wildly inside her body.
"Oh, baby!" he cried. "Oh, baby, that's beautiful!" He began to shout uncontrollably as his prick neared its climax.
"Fuck me!" she shouted. "Ram your hard cock all the way into my cunt. Fuck me, please fuck me really hard!" Miss Stevenson felt her whole body filling up with prick meat. She could feel his enormous dong plunging into her body so far, that she felt it must be halfway into her.
"Oh, baby, my cock is going to come out your asshole, it's in so far! I'm really going to let you have it. You are going to really feel my hard meat shooting up your cunt hole!"
His penis started to spurt its come. He was shooting out his hot cream and it was coating her fleshy cunt walls.
"I'm coming!" he screamed. "I'm shooting my come, baby!" He yelled wildly as his body was in its final stages of sexual release.
"Oh, that's wonderful!" she cried. "Fuck me! Oh, that's wild! My cunt is on fire. I can feel your hard prick driving me wild. Fuck me! Fuck me!"
Miss Stevenson's cunt was flowing madly. Her body was exploding like a volcano and her lava was spewing out. Her clit was making her crazy.
"Oh, baby, take it!" he shouted. "Take all my hot cream!" His sperm was rapidly filling up her hole, replacing her dripping juices with his own. The more he poured into her, the more her own juices flowed out of her cunt They were having a completely wild and fantastic orgasm.
"That's beautiful!" she cried. "Oh, that's really wonderful." Their bodies clung together for a long time. It was as if neither on wanted to let go.
"You are a really dynamite girl," he said to her. "I can see why my son likes to fuck you. You are really terrific."
"Thanks," she said. "I loved the way you fucked me. Your prick and balls really made me feel good. Your son takes after you, I can see that now."
"I think that the two of us can get together often for some good times," he said. "I would like very much to fuck you again and again."
"Yes," she said. "I would like that." Miss Stevenson wondered if she should do it. She did prefer young boys of eleven or twelve, but this man was something else. She knew that a boy that young could never have a prick that size, and she cared about how much meat was into her body. She wanted to have Douglas and his father, but she didn't know if she could. If she had to give up one, she could never give up the boy.
"I'd like to see you again," he said. "I would really like to see you quite often."
"Yes," said Miss Stevenson. She was afraid that if she said no, then he wouldn't let his son fuck her. That was a price she was not yet prepared to pay. She wanted both of their cocks and would have to find a way to have them.
"I think that I should go now," said Miss Stevenson. "It really has been a great afternoon. I had no idea that you would really thrill me the way you did." v
"I had that idea," he said boastfully. "I knew that my prick would really drive you wild."
"It certainly did," she replied. "I don't think a cock and balls has ever made me as lustful as your prick did. I loved it."
"You can love it again and again," he said. "I would really like to fuck your hot and luscious vagina again. Let's do it tomorrow, too, okay?"
"I can't tomorrow," she lied. "I have an appointment with the district superintendent."
"Well, we should make another date," he insisted. "I really would like to feel my prick inside your pussy hole."
"Sure," she said. "I would love that. I'll let you know when I can tomorrow, okay?"
"Fine," said Mr. Harrison. "I'll have Douglas ask you. How does that sound?"
"Great," said Miss Stevenson. "I would like to go home now." They got dressed. Mr. Harrison couldn't resist helping Miss Stevenson with her clothes. His hands traveled all over her body as he helped her get dressed. He was beginning to get another hard-on, and she wanted to leave before she succumbed to his new overtures.
"Well, let's go," she said. "I'm ready."
"Sure," he replied. He was just zipping up his fly. "You sure you wouldn't like this piece of meat inside your hole again? Just one more time?"
"Not now," she said. "I would like it again, but not right now."
"Okay, babe," he said. "We'll get together again really soon, won't we?"
"We sure will," she said. "I would like that very much."
Mr. Harrison started to drive Miss Stevenson home. He wanted to fuck her again right there in the car, but he knew that if he stopped the car, she might just get out and walk home the rest of the way. It was important to keep on her good side, because he knew that his prick would eventually get her to give in, as long as he didn't force his attentions on her.
"Well," she said, "thanks for the ride, and the afternoon."
"My pleasure," he said, meaning every bit of it.
She entered her apartment. She wondered whether she was really going to allow Mr. Harrison to fuck her again. She wondered what
Douglas' reaction would be if he found out about it. Would he become angry, or would he just shrug it off.
She found out his reaction the next day. She had asked him to stay late, and he just walked away.
She didn't see him again until two days later, as he was absent from school. When he returned, she insisted that they talk.
"I don't understand you," he said. "I thought you liked me."
"I do, Douglas," she said. "What ever are you thinking about?"
"My father told me he fucked you. Is that true?"
"Yes," she said. "I couldn't lie to you about that. Why? Does that upset you?"
"I thought you liked me."
"I do. What does that have to do with it?"
"How could you let him fuck you? You kept saying that you liked younger boys. Were you lying to me? My father was telling me that you really preferred him."
"Oh, so that's what's bothering you. Well, let me assure you that I liked you better. Now you mustn't go on and tell him that, but even though I enjoyed it with your father, I still prefer you."
"You mean that?"
"Of course I do, Douglas. I would have no reason for lying to you, would I? Why would I say something like that if it weren't true?"
"I don't know," he said. "I guess I shouldn't be paranoid about it."
"Yes, you shouldn't," she admonished. "Well, do we now understand each other?"
"I guess so," he said. "I think so."
"I promise you that if I had to choose between you and your father, I would definitely choose you and I wouldn't have to think twice about it."
"I'm glad to hear you say that," said Douglas. "I wouldn't have wanted you to have liked him better. I mean that."
"Are you in some sort of competition with your father?" asked Miss Stevenson. "Why do you think that you are competing with him?"
"I'm not really," he insisted. "He's just boasting to me about what he did with you and how much you liked it. I guess I figured that you told him you preferred him."
"I told him nothing of the sort," said Miss Stevenson angrily. "I certainly wouldn't have told him that because it isn't true."
"I do believe you," said Douglas. "I'm glad. That makes me feel a lot better."
"Good," said Miss Stevenson. "Now that we've cleared the air, why don't you and I go for a little walk. I think that fresh air would do us both a world of good."
"Yeah," he agreed. "That's just what I want to do."
The two of them left the school and started to walk back to her place.