Chapter 8

Burt Jenkins stood in the bedroom doorway, looking at them all with a strange expression on his face. He ignored Chris's cry of outrage. He unbuckled his pants and shoved them off and stripped his shirt away.

"I thought something was fishy, Chris," he said, striding nude toward the bed. "I caught all those funny looks with Arland here when you were setting up this little appointment tonight. And then I checked the records and found that Holly wasn't in your class. When I asked a girl if you were giving a test tomorrow and she said no, then I knew what was going to happen up here."

Chris kept her hand clamped over her pussy. Jim was still fucking his sister. Either he hadn't heard their visitor, or he just didn't care any more.

"How did you get into my apartment, you bastard!" Chris cried.

Jenkins grinned, that beautiful goddamn grin. "The landlady, honey. Nice old gal. A little smile and a pat on the butt was all it took." He gazed at her naked body, and appreciation showed clearly in his eyes. "Damn, Chris, you're beautiful," he whispered.

He stood over her. His prick was lifting quickly. She couldn't keep from watching it. It made her pussy shiver inside shamelessly.

"Get out of here, you ass-hound," she said.

"Not now, Chris. Are you going to take your hand off your pretty pussy, or do I have to take it off for you ? I'm going to fuck you, Chris."

"No-no!" she cried.

He got onto the bed and pried her hand away from her cunt. She slapped her thighs together, making her tits jiggle. He put his hand over one and squeezed it tightly, mauling her.

He held his prick in his hand and pried her thighs open. They struggled and made the bed rock, but he forced his way into her.

"Goddamn you!" she cried. "Jimmy!"

Burt's prick didn't hurt. It slid right up her cunt. It was already so slick and silky, there was no way to keep his cock out. He pounded against her and started puffing. Then suddenly there was a smacking sound and he rolled off, his prick popping out of her hole.

"Goddamn!" Jenkins shouted. "Little bastard, I'll have your ass!"

Jim loomed over him, his curly yellow hair disarrayed, his chubby-cheeked face red with rage. His chest swelled and bulged with youthful muscles, and his arm was cocked back for another blow if Jenkins insisted.

Jenkins didn't. He took a look at the big kid and was afraid the ten years' difference might be embarrassing to him.

"That's no way to fuck Miss Poston," Jim said levelly. "That's the way you fuck Betty Johnson."

"What?" he cried softly. "Will you listen to this kid? Telling me how to fuck a piece of ass! Little prick, I was fucking them while you were still shitting your diapers, so don't try to tell me!"

"No, you listen to him, Burt," Chris said levelly. "You're a good teacher. You ought to know teachers can learn a hell of a lot from their students."

"About fucking?"

"About anything, Burt."

"Miss Poston is not a piece of ass, Mr. Jenkins," Jim said. "Betty Johnson is a piece of ass."

"Oh, you're terrible, Mr. Jenkins!" Holly cried suddenly. "And to think that I nearlyoh!"

"What the hell's she squealing about?"

"She went to your office yesterday," Chris said. "Very luckily, you weren't there. She had the stupid notion she wanted you to be the one to pop her cherry."

"Stupid!" he fumed. "Damn it, I . . . "

"I'm glad you didn't!" Holly screamed. "After seeing the way you . . . you raped Miss Poston just now, I'm glad! Oh, Jimmy, make him get out of here. I can't stand the sight of him now!"

Burt's mouth fell open. He tried smiling at her. It didn't change her expression. He couldn't believe this. He was a piece of crud to this little twat. And he'd just missed out on popping her twat open.

He looked at the three of them in turn. It dawned on him that none of them thought much of him.

"Do you want to fuck Miss Poston?" Jim said suddenly, breaking the silence. There was an odd expression on his face. "Jim!" Chris cried.

Jenkins looked at Chris, then grinned. "Sure, kid. Hell yes. Wouldn't you?" He winked lecherously.

"I have," Jim said levelly.

"What! I thought-well, shit, Chris!" he half whined. "You let a punk kid dick you and not me? Hey, what gives?"

"You've got a lot to learn, Mr. Jenkins," Jim sighed. "All right, get on. We'll teach you-won't we, Miss Poston?" He smiled at her.

Chris was shocked. Then she caught on and smiled back. She looked at Burt. He appeared a little stunned, a little sheepish. He would be such a nice guy if he could get over his ass-hound ways, she thought.

She lay back, staying close to Jim. She opened her thighs and heard her pussy suck wetly. She had been right on the verge of coming when Burt had appeared.

"What about it, Burt?" she asked. "Am I worth a little humility? A little kindness, tenderness, consideration? Can you think of me as something a little better than a piece of ass?"

He looked at her. She gave him a tentative smile. There was promise in it. He glanced at Jim, looming over them with a cocked fist, ready to club him again. He glanced at the red-haired girl and saw that her expression had gentled.

"Am I really like that?" he asked seriously.

"You have been, Burt."

He shook his head and looked down. It was the same way he'd looked outside her classroom, and she suddenly knew that he'd been genuine then and was now. Her gaze traveled over his face and body as she looked at him anew.

So damned handsome . . .

"I . . . I don't know what to say," he said softly. "I didn't realize. But now that I think back . . . Chris, you knew, didn't you? You knew what I was after from you?"

"Yes."

"And that's why you wouldn't go out with me?"

"That's why."

"You'd rather go without and suffer than be laid by a real prick?"

"There have been too many real pricks, Burt. Too many times. Too many ass-hounds who wanted to get in my panties and nothing more. Yes, I would rather go without than suffer through that one more time."

He shook his head in bewilderment again. "I can't believe it. I thought girls were just

"You were wrong, Burt," she said softly. "You got hold of too many girls like Holly was, ones who just wanted a cock in them before they knew enough to demand more. She knows better now. Jim and I have taught her to expect something better."

She passed her hand over her pussy slowly and sexily. "I hope you can learn to deliver better, Burt. I really do."

"Chris . . . " he started.

His eyes softened. He watched her play with her pussy. His prick began to stiffen again. It was still moist from her cunt.

"I'm sorry, Chris. Will you forgive me?"

She smiled cheekily. "Make me forgive you, Burt," she said, lying back and squirming and opening her body to him.

"It'll be a pleasure, Miss Teacher," he said, smiling his handsome damn smile at her.

He kissed her gently. She kissed him back. "That's more like what I want," she said. "Not like the last time."

"I'll do it again."

He did. He kissed her fully and tenderly, putting himself into it. She started to gasp. His hands came up and cupped her breasts, and he stroked them lovingly.

In a moment, she was aflame. Her pussy squirmed and her juices ran. He entered her body as if entering a shrine.

"God, I didn't know it could be like this, Chris," he gasped.

She wrapped her arms around his neck. She lifted against him and took his wonderful prick into her beautiful body and fucked him. She was conscious of Jim and Holly moving together again. Burt watched them a moment. He began to move the way his student did.

"I didn't know . . . " he groaned.

"I did, darling," she smiled, lifting up suddenly, her body quivering into the shuddering magic of orgasm.

He let her come. He rode with her and made her climax again. Then she gazed into his eyes and moved her hips.

"Hang on, Burt Jenkins," she warned. "Hang on for the ride of your ass-hound life."

He hung on. And he knew his ass-hounding was over as she spun him and twisted him and wrung him dry and made his cock into a bar of iron that would never wilt.