Chapter 1
Burt Jenkins sat at his desk in his office next to the biology lab of Glenville High. He was twenty-seven, with brown hair and a squarish, rugged face. He looked as if he should be outside on the field rather than inside a high school pushing chalk.
His door was open, and he kept looking toward it instead of concentrating on the lecture coming up next period. He was waiting for Chris Poston to pass by on her way into her office, and he couldn't help the way his prick was half full in his pants from just thinking about her.
Their offices were on opposite sides of a small alcove that led off the main hallway. The door to the hallway was closed, so there was no way he could miss her coming in. She would open the door and let the hubbub from the students in the hall into the little alcove with her. He knew that, but he still kept watching, because Chris Poston was really something to see.
She taught geometry and trig. She had silky raven hair that cascaded around her shoulders like a mantle. She had violet eyes and creamy skin and red, full lips. She had tight, firm tits and a small, round, saucy ass that he couldn't wait to get his hands around when he pulled her silky pussy onto the length of his thrusting prick and fucked her.
He would. It was taking a hell of a long time with her, but one day he would. She couldn't hold out forever, no matter how cool she pretended to be.
Burt had a knack with women. Hell, with girls, too. He'd fucked more than one dreamy-eyed student on the couch he had against the wall. And one day he was going to have cool
Miss Poston on that couch, and she wouldn't be cool any more.
The noise came. Then it faded as the door closed, and he heard a movement in the alcove. Chris passed by his door and glanced in as she turned to open her own.
"Chris," he said, springing up from his chair. He went to the door, putting on his best smile, the one that drove his coed students to sighs of rapture and made their young pussies water.
Chris turned around, her hand on the knob. She regarded him with her usual coolness. "Yes, Burt?"
He shrugged and grinned and leaned casually against the door jamb.
He couldn't keep his eyes from flicking up and down her body. She wore a slinky kind of blouse that made her firm tits seem to jut saucily from her chest. It was deep red, and it set off her coloring beautifully. She wore a short navy skirt that accentuated her trim waist and the tight butt and hips below it.
"I just thought tonight would be a good night for it, Chris."
Her eyes turned a shade cooler at his inspection of her. "A good night for what, Burt?"
He grinned again. "For that date you promised me at the beginning of the term."
She sighed and glanced away as if annoyed by still another reminder of that promise. "Tomorrow's another school day, Burt," she said.
He put out a hand and touched her shoulder, feeling the slick material of her blouse under his fingers. She drew away politely but positively, and he didn't try again.
"So what?" he grinned, stuffing his hands in his pockets. "We can survive it."
She smiled quickly, coldly, and turned away. "Sorry, Burt. It's my policy not to go out on a school night." She started into her office, and he stopped her from closing the door.
"Hell, you make it sound as if you're a teenager with a curfew. Come on, Chris. You promised nearly two months ago, and you keep putting me off. What's the matter, do I have halitosis or something?" he grinned.
"I wouldn't know, Burt. I haven't been that close to you." She smiled back. Her tone implied that she had no intention of getting that close to him to find out, either.
"All right," he persisted doggedly, "how about Friday night, then. Saturday?"
"I'll think about it," she said, trying to close her door again.
"That's what you've said for two months."
She didn't respond. She looked down at his foot. "Do you mind, Burt? I have a class to prepare for."
He moved his foot. The hall door opened just then and let in the hubbub of milling students. They both looked toward the sound and saw Betty Johnson come in. She closed the door behind her. She hugged her books to her full, round breasts.
The girl glanced from Burt Jenkins to Chris Poston, and she smiled knowingly. "Can I see you a minute, Mr. Jenkins? There's something about today's lesson I don't understand, and you said you might give us a little test."
Chris looked smugly at him. He moved his foot. She closed her door. Burt exhaled heavily through his nose and looked at Betty.
"Gee, Mr. Jenkins, did I interrupt something? I didn't mean to do that."
"No," he said bluntly. "Come on in, Betty." He stalked into his office, and she followed quietly.
He sat at his desk and pushed his papers from in front of him. He looked up at the girl with an expression of disgust and frustration. Not for Betty, but for the way he simply couldn't get through to Chris to save his neck.
Then his mind shifted gears, and a frown wrinkled his forehead as he looked at the girl. She was an eyeful. Rumor had it that she was the school pump, and he thought of all the happy pricks walking around.
Betty had glistening auburn hair. She wore a halter that looped around her neck and tied behind her back. Her tits were bra-less and full underneath it, and the tight nipples showed clearly. His prick jumped slightly at the sight of her, and he realized with a sigh that it sure hadn't been that way when he'd been a student.
"What's the matter, Betty?" he questioned. "You've never had any trouble in my class, and this section isn't that difficult."
She smiled slowly and softly. She pushed his door closed, leaning back against it. When he heard the lock click, he stiffened slightly and looked at her with more interest.
"I need a biology lesson real bad, Mr. Jenkins," she said softly, coming toward him. She let her books settle on to his desk. She stood in front of him and braced her hands on the desk top. Her breasts jiggled and seemed to grow bigger, and he stared at them.
His eyes brightened. So! Another one! He forgot about Chris Poston and leaned forward until his face was just inches from her tits.
"That's what I'm here for, Betty-to give biology lessons. What kind do you want?"
"Reproductive," she whispered, mouthing the word so that her lips made a soft, round circle of moist silk. She licked them, and he saw the gleam of white, even teeth. She was a stunning girl-seventeen, at the most.
"What phase?" he asked, grinning slowly.
"From the beginning, Mr. Jenkins. All phases. And I don't mean a lecture. I want to be shown."
He reached out and cupped one of her tits gently, giving it a soft squeeze. "These are for suckling."
"Then suckle it, Mr. Jenkins," she moaned, her blue eyes going glassy for a moment.
She drew back and untied the string at her back. The halter went limp. She hurried around the desk and stood beside his chair and lifted the apron-like halter so that her firm, round tits ballooned right before his eyes.
She leaned toward him, pushing her tits into his face. He puckered his lips and captured the end of one and drew it into his mouth, flicking the taut nipple with the end of his tongue.
He put his hands around her waist and felt her ass under the short skirt. It was full and tight, broad and womanly. The slick stuff of her panties was warm and slippery.
"Ohhhh, God, that's good," she moaned softly, hugging the back of his head, leaning fully against him now. "I'm so tired of kids, Mr. Jenkins. I want a man. God, I need men now!"
She spun in his arms, and her tit popped free of his mouth. She rotated and sat in his lap with a moist sigh. She pushed her tits against his chest and wound her arms around his neck and kissed him fully on the mouth.
Her lips were parted. Her tongue thrust between his lips and circled and dueled with his tongue, and hot puffs of breath came through her nostrils and bathed his face.
He sucked at her full, young mouth eagerly, and his prick strained toward full erection, pushing against the firmness of her butt. It hadn't been like this when he was a student, either. Kids nowadays sure as hell knew what it was all about.
"Ohhh, that's good-wonderful," she sighed, running her fingers through his hair and along the line of his chin. "I get so tired of timid, close-mouthed pecks on my lips. I want to kiss. I want to suck. I want to fuck! Oh, fuck me, Mr. Jenkins, before that goddamn bell rings and I have to go to Miss Poston's geometry class and be bored to sleep again."
"That's only one phase, Betty," he said, feeling her tits again. "You said you wanted all phases."
"Oh, I do, I do! But there isn't time right now!"
"There's more time than you think. But you're right, Betty. It's going to take more than one lesson. Maybe a little tutoring at my apartment-homework, you might call it," he grinned.
She grinned back, slipping her hand between her legs so that she could run her fingers over his rigid prick.
"That ought to get me an A this year, don't you think? All that homework and special study?"
He chuckled softly and felt his prick throb in her experienced hand. "You know what you're doing, all right. An A it is, Betty."
"You won't regret it, Mr. Jenkins. I won't hold out on you the way she does." She inclined her head toward Chris Poston's office. "You've been trying to fuck her all term. Oh, don't look so innocent. I've got eyes. I know what it's all about. Stop wasting your time on her, Mr. Jenkins. You don't have to go horny while I'm around."
"Who said I was going horny?" he grinned.
She laughed softly. She took her hand from his prick and ran her fingers along her inner thighs, up under her skirt. She spread her knees wide and pulled the skirt back and slid her hand over her pussy again and again, exciting herself.
"Those other girls are just kids, Mr. Jenkins. I know why you've got that couch over there. I know I'm not the first female student to come in here for a biology lesson. But they're just kids, the same as the boys I've been fucking. It's time we graduated to each other, Mr. Jenkins."
She took his hand and pulled her panties aside and pressed his middle finger into her slit. She rocked her pelvis back and forth, rolling on the soft pillows of her buttocks so that his finger slid up and down her silky gap.
Then she bent his finger and put the tip of it into her vagina. She took her hand away. She frowned in concentration and did things with her vaginal muscles, contracting and squeezing. His finger was sucked up into her cunt by silky movements of her wet pussy.
"Does that feel like a kid's cunt, Mr. Jenkins?"
Her pussy drew on his finger in a terribly erotic way. "God, no!" he gasped. "It's a woman's ! "
"And you've got a man's prick! They belong together! God, hurry and put them together before I come!" .
She gritted her teeth and tipped her head back and hissed softly. She grabbed her tits with her hands and squeezed and rolled them before his eyes. Her pelvis rocked back and forth as she fucked his imbedded finger.
Burt's cock throbbed heatedly. He was astounded by the practiced techniques and knowing ways of this teenage girl. She was so advanced for her age she nearly made him feel younger than she was.
He turned her in his lap so that her back was against his chest. He leaned back in the chair. His hands went up and down her spread thighs.
He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of her panties and pushed, rolling the slick nylon down over her hips. She lifted her full, tight ass from his lap and helped him by wriggling. Her bare buttocks brushed against him.
She reached between her thighs and unzipped his pants and let his straining prick out. She stood on her feet as she straddled his legs, her panties a tight band of red across the middle of her thighs. Her fingers slid up and down his cock as she bent forward and looked at it standing upright between her legs.
"Oh, what a beautiful big cock, Mr. Jenkins. God, what a prick! Oh, I want to jack it off and watch it spurt cum right at my face!"
"Another time, Betty," he grunted, unable to help lifting his hips up toward her.
She stroked him expertly. He wondered how many cocks she'd jacked off in the seats of parked cars. He lifted the back of her skirt and gazed at the round, smooth perfection of her young ass. He ran his hands over the meaty globes and then separated them to look into the shadowy depths of her soft crack.
"Ohhhhh, God-I've got to sit on this big prick and plunge it all the way up into my body!" she moaned.
She held it erect, aiming the tip. She squatted lower until the soft, oiled warmth of her pussy mouth wrapped around the velvety glans and kissed it with a touch of silk.
Burt had never experienced a cunt quite like hers before. He could feel the vaginal muscles sucking and pulling around his cockhead, massaging it like a pair of sucking lips.
He held her hips and pushed her down against his lap with a throaty groan. She chuckled heatedly.
"Can't wait for all of my cunt, huh? I told you, Mr. Jenkins. I told you we have to graduate to each other. Stop wasting your time on Miss Poston. She'll never have a pussy as hot as mine."
"No other cunt could be as hot and slick as yours!" he blurted, tossing his head as her pussy sank down and down over his inflamed tool and swallowed it whole.
"Be good to me, Mr. Jenkins," she groaned, sitting fully in his lap again, this time with his prick buried deeply in her squirming, pulsating cunt. "Be good to me, and I'll help you fuck her!"
She leaned back against him and placed his hands over her tits. She rubbed her pussy with her fingertips at the same time, feeling her bloated lips and the slippery, juicy shaft of his cock as it slid in and out of her cunt.
"You'll what?" he gasped, feeling his prick throb wildly for a moment in her silken depths.
"I'll help you fuck her. She looks at me, Mr. Jenkins. She looks at my tits and ass all the time, like she wants to suck on my nipples and squeeze my butt. Like she can't wait to spread my thighs wide open and drink the juicy honey from my cunt!"
Burt gasped, and his prick nearly exploded inside her. His fingers squeezed so hard on her tits she gave a small cry of mixed passion and pain.
"You don't know what you're talking about!" he gasped in her ear. "Chris isn't a Lez!"
"Then why can't you make time with her, Mr. Jenkins? Why hasn't she ever gone out with a man since she's been here in Glenville? Why does she look at me so hungrily, huh?"
"I-oh, God, I . . . "
He gasped again and felt her pussy do maddening things to his prick, trying to get him to come in her cunt.
He pushed the thoughts of Chris Poston from his mind. This young twat was just too goddamn wise for her age. She needed to be taught that her pussy wasn't the best in the world. Damn good, maybe, but not the best.
He lifted up and drove his prick deeply into her body, gritting his teeth and using all his will to keep from coming.
He twisted his hips in the chair and fucked her hard. He moved his hands from her tits to her mound. He tickled her auburn pubes and brought squeals of passion from her open throat.
He fingered her bloated, soaking pussy lips and fucked into her open cunt. He ran his fingers up and down her slit and then captured the erect root of her clitoris between thumb and forefinger.
Then he gave her hell.
"Oh! Oh, God!" she cried. She gripped the arms of the chair tightly and shook her ass in his lap, squeezing at his root with her pillowing, tight buttocks.
He rolled her clit. He ran a finger up one side and down the other of the stiff little bud, then twirled his fingertip over the top and jammed his cock all the way into her pussy.
"Yah! I'm coming! Oh, I didn't want to come yet, Mr. Jenkins! Oh, wonderful! Won-derfuuuuullll!"
She laid her head back against the side of his face and let her whole gorgeous body shake and shudder strongly.
Her hips pumped up and down, and her butt rolled nakedly in his lap. Her knees came up and parted, and she rested them on the edge of the desk, using leverage to push her ass against him and drive her cunt as far down over his shaft as she could get it.
She squealed mindlessly and spasmed so hard she nearly rolled off his lap. When she was finished, she gasped harshly against the side of his face, her lips full and swollen and moist against his cheek.
"Ohhhh, Christ, I knew it would be this way with you!" she moaned happily. "What a lesson ! What a man! No more kids for me! Wasn't it just super, Mr. Jenkins?"
"I don't know," he said huskily.
Her eyes popped open wide, and she turned her head with disbelief. "You don't know?"
He grinned masterfully. "Felt good as far as it went, but you're too damn quick for me. Just like a kid. I thought you had a woman's cunt down here," he said, fingering her swollen, puffy labia and the full root of his prick that was still buried between them.
"You didn't come?" she cried. "I don't believe it! I sucked on it with my pussy and everything! It always makes them come when I do that!"
She bent forward and looked between her spread thighs. His shining root was there, stuffing her twat full. She felt around the edges of her hole for the telltale flood of sperm. It wasn't there.
She moaned and wriggled her finger, sliding it into her pussy alongside his prick, feeling in her depths for the wetness that would be his and not hers.
She turned her head with astonishment. "You didn't come!" she said. She sounded crushed, and that was exactly what he wanted of her. It knocked her down a peg. It would make her more manageable.
He grinned at her. She didn't know how hard it had been for him to hold off, and she wasn't going to know. He acted cool and suave as he watched an expression of incompetence flit across her face.
"You're not-" she started. "Mr. Jenkins, you're not some kind of-"
He didn't give her a chance to finish her thought and accuse him of being queer. He lifted her by her ass. He did it so quickly his prick popped wetly from her cunt as she fell forward across the top of his desk.
She gave a cry of surprise and gripped the other edge of the desk. Her tits flattened against the wood surface, and her bare belly slapped audibly against it.
He stood behind her, shoving his chair back. He spread her thighs with his knees as far as they would go. The red panties indented her soft flesh as they angled across the backs of her thighs. He leaned up against her and held her down.
He spread the cheeks of her firm, wide ass with his palms and curled his fingers around her hips at the same time, lifting her butt up and back, making her pelvis tip.
"Mr. Jenkins!" she croaked. "What are you doing? Oh, no-don't fuck my ass!"
His slippery, cunt-juiced cockhead was already there at the puckered mouth of her anus. He pressed forward, stretching the tight ring.
"You're a woman," he said huskily. "That's what you said, Betty. You have a woman's body. Women can take a prick up the ass. Are you telling me you can't?"
She looked back at him over her shoulder. Her auburn hair puddled on his desk. She gritted her teeth and hissed between them, knowing she was trapped.
"I can take it, you big-dicked fucker," she grinned bravely. "Go ahead and shove it up my ass! I can take it."
"Without a whimper?"
"Yesssss!" she hissed.
She wriggled her ass back at him reflexively, begging for it. Her nails scratched at the desk top, and her whole body tightened.
He watched her anticipation of it. "Have you ever been fucked up the ass, little girl?" he grinned.
"Hundreds of times, you big fucker!" she groaned. "Go on, quit playing with it and fuck it!"
He looked down at her deep crack, at the way his prickhead was poised there at her anal mouth. The brown ring quivered and pulsed and was nearly closed so tightly he couldn't have gotten a greased stirring rod up her, let alone his prick.
He lowered the tip of his cock and teased her vagina with it, slopping around in the wet, oily juices that were still leaking from her pussy.
He pushed into her cunt. His prick slipped inside as if her tunnel were lined with oiled silk.
"Ohhhhh," she moaned, shaking her ass against him again. "It goes so deep this way, Mr. Jenkins!"
He shoved it all the way into her body. He pulled back and slid into her again and again, fucking her slowly. She began to writhe on the top of his desk.
He felt her muscles loosen and go soft and accepting as his prick became saturated with her slippery juices. He drew back and lifted his dripping cock slightly and then shoved it up her asshole in a quick thrust.
She bleated.
It was only a small sound, but she'd made it. She hissed through clenched jaws again, and her elbows thunked on the desk top. Tears stung her eyes and made them glisten.
"You-you're fucking my ass!" she croaked with wonderment.
"Your virgin ass, Betty? Admit it. Admit I got your anal cherry. Go on."
He shoved fully against her and felt her rectum spasm and pulsate around his slippery shaft. She was so tight she nearly skinned him, and there wasn't any question in his mind about it.
"Yes!" she croaked. "Ohhhhh, I admit it! Ohhhh, I didn't know it would feel so good, or you wouldn't have gotten my ass cherry! God, oh God-fuck it harder, Mr. Jenkins! I love it!"
The girl was a sex machine.
Her ass twisted and squirmed under his thrusting hips. Her broad, full butt swallowed his big prick as if it were a pin in a big round of soft cheese.
She took all of him and didn't even whimper. Instead she emitted groans of bliss and delight, and her ass pulled and shook his prick in a clinging way her pussy was incapable of doing.
"Ohhhhh, I'm coming again, Mr. Jenkins!" she cried softly. "Damn you, you big fucker, you're making me come again! Oh, are you ready this time? Oh, please come! Let me make you come! Tell me I can make you come with my tight, virginal asshole! Tell me I've truly got a woman's body now!"
He pressed deeply into her ass and fell atop her back, reaching under her chest to squeeze her full tits and fill his hands with them.
"Ah!" he gasped sharply, his prick trembling beyond all reason any more. "Ahhhhhh, God, Betty-you're a woman now! All woman!"
"Then hose-spurt it all up-ohhhh, like an enema! A hot, white, creamy enema! Mr. Jenkins! Mr. Jenkinnnnns!"
His cock shook and bucked and exploded violently. Cum hosed through the tip into her asshole and made everything unbearably slippery and hot.
She squealed and writhed and came twice as hard as she had the first time, moaning and groaning under him, writhing around on the top of the desk as if she would never get enough of his cock up her ass.
There was something nearly savage inside him as he pumped her butt full. He recognized the emotion dimly. And for a moment, Betty Johnson became Chris Poston, and he rammed into her again and again, his prick spurting and blowing all the while.
He didn't understand the emotion. It wasn't like him. But there was something so frustrating about the raven-haired, sultry teacher next door that he had to take it out on this girl.
Sultry, yet cold. Like hot ice.
She had wounded his ego. She had resisted him for too long and had made him believe the fault was his. And then this teenager had come in, acting so worldly and wise and superior that he'd had to strike back and assert his ego to her.
He rammed his prick up her ass one more time and felt his balls pump the last of his load into her.
The beast in us all, he thought. The evolutionary ape we all deny is there.
"Ohhhhh, Mr. Jenkins," the girl whimpered, curling up under him, trying to twist her torso around so that she could hug and kiss him and press her swollen tits against his chest, even while his prick was still skewered up her ass.
"I loved it, Mr. Jenkins," she said in a faintly timid way. "That was the best biology lesson I've ever had from anyone. Mmmmmm, I can feel the way everything's so slippery and warm up there. Oh, don't take it out. Leave it there so I can squeeze it and come again. Oh, please don't take your prick out of my ass!"
He withdrew slowly. A ripple of pain showed on her face. Her butt drained. She remained lying across his desk, sighing with wonder and fulfillment, nearly purring with happiness.
"That was phase one," he said, reaching into his desk drawer for tissues.
She patted hers against her rump and pussy and grinned sleepily. "I can't wait for phase two, Mr. Jenkins," she said.
He looked at her and grinned. All the superiority was gone from her manner, and he felt satisfied. That was the way it was supposed to go. That was the way Chris Poston was going to act when he was through with her-grateful and pleased and fully satisfied.