Chapter 9
Now that General Lee had discovered sex, it was hard to keep him down. His appetite sharpened and he ate like a wolf, and everything he ate went to his prick. His prick, in short, was in a state of super-hardness at all times, especially at night.
He could not, unfortunately, get to Lisa every time his cock erected, so he turned to that sinister yet delightful custom, the solitary vice, and found himself flagellating his young cock over and over, bruising and beating the poor thing until it looked like a battered hunk of red meat.
Dark circles appeared under his eyes, which worried Granny, who insisted that he eat blackstrap molasses.
It was a most amusing game, this beating his meat, but unfortunately a rather lonely one.
General Lee was no great student in English, so he had been obliged to take a short course at summer school.
His teacher, Alma Cherrydale, was a twenty-year-old woman whose idea of hell was teaching English grammar to blockheads in the middle of the summer.
Her favorite blockhead, of course, was General Lee, who resisted new knowledge with a stubborn talent.
Instead of listening to her, the insolent freckled brat kept staring at her legs, or her boobs. He was a cheeky, sawed-off runt who should have his bottom birched, she thought angrily. Yet, in spite of herself, she found the obscene look in his eyes somewhat disturbing.
"General Lee," she said somewhat petulantly one afternoon. "Much as I hate the idea, I am forced to ask you to stay after school with me, to work on the meaning of a gerund."
The idea of hanging around Alma did not exactly horrify General Lee, who had more nerve than brains. He relished the thought that he could be so close to such an obvious sexpot, because his mind had lately become filled with lustful images, as a result of his sex games with Lisa.
So when the other kids teased him about having to tarry with Miss Cherrydale, he just swaggered, and figured it was envy.
After they filed out of the room, he found himself alone with Miss Cherrydale. Sitting in his seat, he could see her legs right smack in front of him as she sat at her slightly elevated desk at the front of the room. If he let his eyes look straight ahead, in fact, he could see some of her thighs; and when she allowed her legs to fall open a little, he could see a flash of silky purple panties, which sent a streak of passion right to his prick. Maybe there was something about purple that did it; or maybe it was the realization that just behind that purple patch, Alma's pussy seethed and burned—at least, that's what General Lee thought.
Is there any more erotic imagination than that of a youngster who has just discovered sex? He thinks that lust is all around him, and that cunts and cocks are in a rage to get together.
Certainly, now that General Lee had discovered the true purpose of his prick, he was on fire to sink it into the nearest cunt.
And the nearest cunt was Alma, the pretty twenty-year-old teacher, whose boyfriend, Tom Hutson, in a moment of spite after a fight with her, had joined the navy and been shipped out to San Diego, California.
Alma had been fit to be tied after that happened, for she had depended on Tom for good therapeutic sex. He had been gone now for a month, and poor Alma's cunt was in an absolute rage of desire. Her mood was vile, and she was likely to pick on anyone in her class for a lambasting, especially General Lee, whose brattishness had recently become particularly repellent.
Just now, for example, that nervy little kid-goat was staring right up her dress, just as insolent as you please-—not even trying to be secretive about it.
Something about him had surely changed lately, for until recently he had been the nicest sort of kid, not keen about school, but a real out-doorsy boy, like so many in the county.
Then, suddenly, he seemed to get balky, hated to do anything right, looked goatishly at the girls, and, in fact, had the indecent nerve to stare up her dress all the time.
What on earth was in his twelve-year-old mind? she wondered. He'd become a horny little monster, that was the truth, and she scarcely knew how to handle that! She was hired to teach them grammar, not to contend with some horny satyr, all excited about the interior of her drawers! Did he actually imagine that he could get into them? she wondered. And the idea, fantastic as it was, made her skin tingle.
A thought suddenly hit her, and acting on it instantly, she instructed General Lee to go to the blackboard and write twenty times: I must do my homework everyday.
He got up from behind his desk and started toward the blackboard. Just as she suspected—the devilish little brat had a hard-on! There was no question about it, for it pushed out ponderously from his pants, a healthy stump of flesh, astonishingly big, considering the size of General Lee, who was just a hefty twelve-year-old after all.
She watched him go to the board and write, standing there, all brass nerve and bold cock, dutifully scribbling the sentences.
She found her reaction amazing, jolting, shocking, and curiously exciting. Just because she hadn't had a piece of poontang for a month now, she was crawling the walls for sex! She had not been quite aware of it until this moment, blaming her ugly mood on a dozen other reasons. But the chief reason had to be the terrible state of her body. Her sex-starvation, in short.
After he finished his scribbling, he went back to his seat, and again stared boldly up her dress. The little beast, she thought—and she spread her thighs almost automatically, as if to drive him mad with lust.
She'd teach him to lust after his betters.
The problem was that suddenly she discovered her cunt had gone wet! She found it incredible, this kid staring up her dress with animal lust. He dared to desire her! Well, she would see how far the little beast was prepared to go. After alls there was nobody in the school at this time, and no possibility of interruption.
"General Lee, I think you've become bull-headed lately. Haven't you?"
"Yes, Miss Alma."
"May I ask, General Lee, why you are staring up my dress?"
She had thrown a fast curve at him, expecting it to demolish the little beast. But it didn't.
"It's your purple panties, Miss Alma. I've never seen anything like them,"
She was jolted, but she went on bravely. "You talk as if you have seen lots of panties."
He just shrugged, and boldly went on looking.
Her cunt got wetter, and she despaired.
"I don't think it's just the purple panties that's bugging you."
"That's true." he said.
"What is it then?"
She was going to nail him to his seat now.
"It must be your cunt, just behind those purple panties."
With shaky fingers, Alma took a cigarette out of a pack and lit it.
"Just what are you thinking of, General Lee!" she said, trying to sound angry, but trembling inside.
"Do you really want to know what I'm thinking, Miss Alma?"
"Yes."
"I'm thinking what a big turn-on it would be to crawl between your thighs and kiss it."
There was a long, long silence while Alma felt herself sinking into a state of helplessness. She had, she knew, an irresistible drive now to encourage this obscene little kid, and follow the experience wherever it led. There was no stopping now. The rage in her cunt was like some unquenchable fire. Or at least a fire that could be quenched in only one way!
"Well, General Lee, if you feel like that, you had better go ahead and do it."
He needed no second invitation. It never occurred to him that this was anything strange. His own lusts were so irresistible, he felt that others must feel the same way.
He stood up, his cock pushing against his pants. When he reached the front of the room, he stooped and crawled under the desk, where her legs were spread apart. Huddled down in the space, he reached up and pulled at her panties. He slid them down to her ankles, then pulled them all the way off. He stared with beating heart at her pussy, with its short hair and wet slit.
He knew enough by now to realize that a wet slit meant one thing: turn-on! He leaned forward to the pussy and put his mouth against its softness.
He got his hands on her buttocks and pushed his face even tighter against her cunt. Then he licked it with his tongue. He spread the lips to lick it again, and he could feel the silky inner flesh, and taste the moist elixir of sex.
His cock felt hard as iron, but he wanted to do nothing but stuff his tongue into her pussy. He thought it an unbelievable piece of luck, that he should be eating Alma Cherrydale's pussy! It would have been unthinkable just a month ago. But since he had learned all about the charms of lust through Lisa, General Lee had turned into the horniest kid in Bedelia! He dreamed of cunt all the time. It was an incredible obsession, which followed him continually. His cock was always hard, his eye was always on the girls, and his imagination produced the most erotic fantasies.
Just now the fantasy of eating his teacher's luscious cunt had become a reality! It was a miracle, a dream come true!
He loved the taste, flavor, and feel of her pussy, and his tongue worked into it like a licking machine. Her thighs widened to let it penetrate deeper.
Poor Alma was totally overpowered by what was happening beneath her desk. The beastly kid had an amazing skill for licking pussy. His tongue inside her so affected her that she was almost on the verge of passing out. She felt enslaved by what he was doing. A fabulous kid. Wherever had he learned that? She was not seducing him. He was already seduced!
She looked down at him, at his greedy mouth kissing and loving her cunt. That young freckled face looked so innocent, even with its tongue twisting hard to get deeper into her cunt!
She could hardly stand it anymore. There had been the long frustration, the time that she had spent thinking about Tom Hutson while her cunt boiled with desire. And now this brat's hot tongue was in her cunt, licking it fast and fiendishly. She felt her pussy vibrate like a violin string, and the waves started to hit, one wave after another, as if they would never stop. He was a terrific little termite, with a devilish forked tongue that could give a girl ecstasy! She felt her juices flow, and she grabbed his head and held it hard to her pussy so that he would stay there while she rocketed off!
Afterward, she lay back in her chair, stupefied by what had happened. Then she made a sudden decision.
"Get up on this chair," she said, her voice so commanding that he knew he'd better act fast, or else.
He climbed up on the chair, and to his astonishment she crawled under the desk, so that she was in exactly the position that he had been in, and she opened the zipper of his jeans and brought out his frantic young cock.
She stared in wonder at the red throbbing head, the splendid shaft, the fuzz of hair, and the-tight young balls. It was a stunning hunk of young meat that pulsed with ferocious lust.
She put her hot mouth over the head of it, then licked it, with her tongue. She licked along the shaft, down to the balls. She wondered what his face showed, but she couldn't waste time looking up, because the taste of this hellishly vigorous cock was a feast of joy to her.
She went back to the head and sucked it hard, then took as much of the stiff pole as she could deep into her throat and sucked vigorously on it, molding her lips tightly around the shaft, It was delicious! It was meat to a starved young lady, and greedily and lustily her mouth went up and down on the hefty young cock, sucking and sucking, enjoying the taste of his seeping elixir.
She then dropped to his young balls again, and bathed them tenderly with her tongue and lips. She took each sac into her mouth, saturating it with her saliva.
She pushed her finger into his asshole and tickled it while she licked his balls; then she went back up to the head of his fiercely hot and frenziedly red cock, and sucked violently on it.
Suddenly she felt the prick harden like an iron thing, and swell up to fill her mouth, and then the spunk shot as though from a cannon into her throat, thick, thick cream filling her mouth. She swallowed and swallowed, and each time his cock shot its load of cream into her throat, her whole body turned on as if a thousand volts had hit her in the pussy!
She kept his young, stalwart prick in her mouth as it softened, amazed at her passion, amazed that she had grabbed this kid, little General Lee, and put his young cock through the wringer.
It's all because Tom took off for the Navy! she thought bitterly.
"Well, she decided, no use crying over spilt cream. So when they got outside, she said, "Where are you off to now, General Lee?"
"Nowheres in particular, Miss Alma."
He spoke to her politely, to show that just because they had a sex orgy, there was no change in the fact that she was his teacher, and should therefore be treated with respect. Actually, he had been flabbergasted when she had slid under the desk and started to eat him. It had been terrified one of the best times of his young life. Alma Cherrydale, that big-titted doll that all the kids lusted for, sucking his cock!
Nobody, but nobody would have dreamt that he'd be the one to nail down Alma. And of course his lips were sealed. He would never let out a peep about Miss Alma's pussy. He'd get skinned alive, he knew, if he whispered a word.
And Miss Alma knew that he'd keep mum. She'd have him shot gunned on his next hunting trip if he didn't!
When she asked him where he was headed, and he said nowhere, she told him to get into her car; she wanted to take a drive out toward the river.
There were plenty of romantic spots along the river, she knew, where you could park and spark.
"You little brat," she said as they drove through the charming Alabama backwoods country. "Where did you learn this sex thing? Who taught you to do such naughty things?"
He grinned. "I might ask, Miss Alma, who taught you?"
She grinned back. "You are one dirty-minded little beast. I don't know what came over me back there. But I just lost control of myself." She bit her lip. "You're a little devil. Now tell me where'd you learn to do those things?"
"I get around, Miss Alma," he said cagily. He wanted to give her the impression that he was a man of the world, although actually his only experience had been with Lisa.
But Lisa was a dazzling little slut by now, who knew a lot of fiendish sex secrets, gradually collected from her several affairs, And she hadn't hesitated to teach them to her horny brother.
Alma made a quick guess. "Is it Lisa? Are you getting your sex education from her? Tell me, you little sex fiend."
The freckle-faced boy took on a look of dignity. "A gentleman never talks about his affairs," he said softly.
She had to laugh. He was a clever little brat with a super little prick, and she hadn't used him up yet. At his age, he could stay hard for twenty-four hours.
"Where are we going, Miss Alma ?"
"We're going out to a nice secret spot I know."
"And what will we do there?"
"What do you suppose? Have you any ideas, you dirty-minded little brat?"
"I've got a great idea, but I don't dare tell it."
She pulled off the road onto a twisting country lane, which led to a heavily wooded spot that looked down on the lazily winding river.
The late afternoon sun gleamed like a big orange on the surface of the water.
She unbuttoned her blouse and took it off, so that he could see her hefty tits. They were beauties, firm mounds of shapely white meat with brown nipples.
Then she reached down and took off her skirt, and then her panties. Now she sat nude on the leather seat of the car. "Get naked, and hurry up, you little beast. I'll tell you what we're going to do. First, you're going to suck my tits. Then you're going to climb on top of me, and fuck me till your little pecker falls off. Do you understand?"
"Aw, gee, Miss Alma."
Then the horny brat did exactly as he was told. He pulled down his jeans, and within moments the juicy little sex fiend was as naked as she was. His body was hefty and well-muscled, and his horrendous young cock was hard again, greedily staring with its one eye at the shapely body nearby.
Alma looked around at the interior of the car. Not enough room, she thought. "We'll get on the grass," she said, taking a blanket from the back of the car. She threw it down on the soft grass, where it made a velvety bed. She lay back on it, her knees spread apart, and crooked her finger at him as he stood there with his upstanding sturdy cock.
"C'mere, you dirty little stud, and suck my tits."
He practically leaped on the big, shapely lumps of lovely white meat, with their fat brown nipples. He got one nip in his mouth and let his tongue work over it, then tried to swallow the whole hunk of meat, because it was that delicious. It was kicky to do this, especially to Miss Alma. She began to moan a bit and twist her hips around, as though her cunt was scalding her. General Lee ran his hand over her flat belly, over the fine curve of her wide hips, down to the pretty pussy. He got his big finger into the hot sheath and wiggled it around.
It drove her up the wall; she twisted and turned and wriggled and writhed until he thought she was going to pass out. He couldn't believe that just his finger could do such great things to her. But Alma was so turned-on by this young kid making love to her, that her cunt had really caught fire.
His sturdy cock was all pumped-up with passion, sticking up hard and hefty, waiting for its joyous moment.
Alma could no longer stand the excitement of what he was doing. Swiftly she threw him on his back, bent over him and started to suck his cock with deep long sucking movements, while holding tightly onto his balls.
She then went down to those balls and licked them fiercely. Then, carried away, she went further down, to his asshole, and her tongue began to ream his asshole happily, as she spread the cheeks of his young behind to give herself better access.
She found this particularly fascinating, and she kept lashing his anus with her tongue until it was tired. After a while she came back to his cock and gave it a couple of long, lingering licks; then she fell back on her butt, pulling him over her.
"Fuck me! Fuck me to death, you dirty little stud!"
She pulled his cock down to her eager cunt, so that he could drive it in. He arched his young ass, and his cock creased the slit, all moist with her juices. He slid it in halfway, pushed some more, went deeper, then shoved it all the way to the hilt.
It was a paralyzing moment. His balls bounced against her mound, and his hands clutched her buttocks. He couldn't help making the comparison of this womanly body, with its lusty, busty flesh, with that of his sister Lisa, who, though deliciously well-shaped, had not yet achieved womanhood.
Alma had her knees up in the air and spread, and he held her silky haunches firmly as he drove his cock in and out of her tight slit. For despite the fact that Alma was far from a virgin, she still had a tight cunt, the sort of cunt that sucked sweetly at the happy cock inside it.
General Lee had never had an experience like it, even with Lisa. Alma knew just how to meet his every thrust, and each time he went deep into her, he could feel her tight hot pussy at his young tool. The sensation was tremendous.
He grabbed her buttocks and began a rhythmic pounding in and out, which she matched by pumping her magnificent haunches up and down; and they kept at it, over and over, on and on.
Because of General Lee's earlier climax, he had a certain amount of durability; therefore, he could keep going without exploding too quickly.
His body began to get sweaty as he worked over her delicious cunt, driving his meat in and out of her endlessly. And Alma went rocketing up like a meteor. Her vulva quivered violently now at each penetration of the hot young cock. She was in ecstasy. She grabbed his body and clutched it to her as her cunt quivered with one come after another. And General Lee, aware that she had exploded in climax, now went all-out, frantically fucking her pulsating pussy until his cock finally swelled gigantically and exploded. He felt a beautiful agony as the cream cascaded into her cunt!
His sweaty body twisted and writhed like an eel as his juices poured out of him.
Finally he stopped moving. He let his cock rest in her cunt until it slowly shriveled up.
He could feel her heart beating like a bird's in the aftermath of the frantic fuck.
He glanced up shyly at her face. She seemed to be in some kind of a trance, as though she had slipped into the gate of paradise.
He grinned. You just couldn't beat the fuck for the greatest fun in the world, he thought.
And Alma was one sweet pussycat, if there ever was one.
Well, this was one way to get a passing mark for the summer class.