Chapter 3
Once she'd convinced Jerry she wouldn't cut him off completely, he moved away from her. It was a good thing too, because the eagle-eyed secretary to the Principal was no more than a front office spy. Miss Worthington never did have much in her own life to occupy her, so she kept her eyes open to make sure that everyone stayed in line. As she glanced out across the campus, she'd observed a little confrontation with Susan Lee, and she wondered why the student was so upset over something or rather. It couldn't be grades, she figured, as it was much too early in the year for the usual temper displays over real or imagined injustices in the grading department. Now, why would Jerry Winters be talking to a teacher so long? She scratched her head, and wondered some more, as she nodded smugly, when Miss Lee walked by.
Miss Lee noticed this, and realized all too well, she was walking a dangerous tightrope, having sex with a student. But, now, she was in the predicament, and there was no easy way out. After she picked up her key, and a couple of Faculty notices in her Teacher's Box, in the front office, she hustled up to her classroom. As usual, the homeroom students were clustered around the door, waiting for the school day to begin.
"Morning, Miss Lee," they chorused jovially, and she tried to smile back to them, "Good morning, students."
No sooner had they walked into the classroom than one student piped up, "Hey, Teach-I hear you're doing a comedy about ancient times in Rome-is it going to be any good?"
The very thought of the school Drama Department made her cringe.
"Well, I hope so. I'm giving it all I've got."
"That's nice," an old-for-his-age student smiled knowingly, "and Teach you've got a lot to give."
"Is that any way to talk to your teacher?" she demanded, getting more angry by the moment.
"You're not like other teachers," he said smoothly.
"Oh, I'm not," she smirked, getting still more angry.
"No, you're good looking," he smiled. She relaxed, as the bell rang, and she realized her youthful student was just teaching her. For a flash she thought maybe Jerry Winters had done some talking around. Once, she regained her composure, she realized she was only begging for more problems, if she persisted in responding too emphatically to these calculated challenges that the kids enjoyed throwing her way.
The day began with the flag pledge, and everything went fine until the Principal's secretary, Miss Worthington bustled over to her table in the cafeteria and sat down beside her.
"Mind if I join you?" she smiled, in a much too friendly manner to be one ounce sincere.
"Why no, Miss Worthington, not at all."
As Miss Worthington began eating her meat loaf, she got out a few test questions in between.
"How's everything going with you, this year, my dear?" she asked casually.
"Just fine," Miss Lee replied, trying to go ahead with her dessert so she could leave the table just as soon as possible.
"How is your Drama Class coming along?" Miss Worthington asked pointedly.
"Very fine-we're putting on a comedy this year-"
"That's nice," she smiled, "I love a lot of laughs for a high school play. I think the kids need the release, don't you?"
"Why yes, I do," Miss Lee said, finishing her dessert, and rising.
"Maybe I'll drop by during rehearsal today," Miss Worthington said, as she walked away. Turning back, she registered a look of surprise, for there was a knowing look in Miss Worthington's eyes that she didn't like to detect. But it was there, nevertheless. "We'd love to have you drop by anytime," Miss Lee assured her.
"Thank you, dear," Miss Worthington nodded, and then she launched into her salad, as Miss Lee stepped into the hall. At this point, the teacher felt a nervous sweat surface all over her body. She wiped her brow, and stopped to get a drink at the water fountain. Now, she knew eyes were on her, and she would have to quickly, let her young student lover know they could never do anything on the school grounds again. She couldn't wait for the time to go by when she could talk to Jerry Winters about the fact she had every reason to believe they were indeed being watched.
Finally, drama class time arrived, and she made it a point to tell the other students in the class she would work with Jerry alone today.
When she and Jerry were alone, she said quietly, "I want to talk to you alone."
"Anytime, Teach," Jerry grinned sexily.
They went back to the dressing room where they'd had their first sexual interlude together, and then she spoke bluntly, "Jerry, you and I can't go on like this, you know that don't you?"
The young blonde-haired student shook his head, and his blue eyes penetrated hers. "Why not, Teach?"
"I think they suspect we might be doing something-"
"So what?" he said indifferently.
"Jerry, if I get caught having sex with a student it's curtains for my career-and I don't want that-I'm sorry!"
"So am I," he said softly, "But we can always make it over at your place-"
"What if I don't want to?"
"That's got nothing to do with it," he snapped, "You've got to do it with me when I want it."
Now, Miss Lee's mind whirled. How could she make sense to this headstrong, dominating young man.
"Oh, Miss Lee," an intrusive voice called out from somewhere in the auditorium. With fear written across her face, she looked at her smiling student.
"Go ahead, and answer her," he nodded, grinning triumphantly as she felt her knees go wobbly, and her stomach churned.
"I'm in here, be right out," she said, and then turning her head toward the hot-blooded student, she whispered, "And you'd better wise up because I won't be bullied."
"Good afternoon," Miss Worthington smiled when Miss Lee walked across the stage. "I just thought I'd drop by and listen to your rehearsal-"
"Oh, yes, of course," Miss Lee answered, "We're glad to have you, aren't we?"
"Where is your student?" Miss Worthington demanded.
"Coming," Jerry Winters replied, as he strode across the stage in the white toga draped about his handsome, young body. Miss Lee felt as if she'd go through the floor. She feared that once more Jerry hadn't bothered to wear any shorts and she hoped he wouldn't get a hard-on right before the Principal's secretary.
"Alright, you can begin now," Miss Lee smiled nervously. Jerry walked to his place on the stage, and backstage Miss Lee adjusted the blue lights, keeping them deliberately low, hoping to conceal Jerry's penis at any price.
"Why don't you use a white spot, my dear?" Miss Worthington called out from the audience. "We can hardly see him from the back."
"Oh, yes, sure-alright," Miss Lee hedged, as she pushed the lever to bring the lights up a bit. And then Jerry began acting out his scene.
"A day in the life of a Roman," he began quietly, looking this way and that dramatically, "began with a scandal!" He paused, waiting just as his teacher had told him to for audience response.
"Doesn't he know the next line?" Miss Worthington demanded in a rasping voice.
"Yes," Miss Lee said, coming out from the wings to the side of the stage, "I've taught Jerry to pause where I think it will be effective."
"Oh, I see," Miss Worthington replied, "Go ahead, Jerry-now don't let my being here stop you."
Miss Lee looked at Jerry, and saw his eyes were fastened on her breasts. She wished she'd worn something to pull them in and conceal them, instead of something to reveal them. Jerry smiled, and continued, as Miss Lee watched for any trace of his male member peeking through.
"In ancient day, men and women enjoyed to eat-so much in fact, they carried their vomit bags around with them," he went on. "Today, we only have them in the planes, if you want to throw up while a skyjacker is treated like a sky king-"
"Hmmmm, that's a strange line," Miss Worthington interjected, "Did the Principal say it was alright for you to present this show to our students?"
"No," Miss Lee said, her face reddening in anger at all the interruptions she was being forced to endure.
"Well, I think you should send him a copy, my dear, as this doesn't sound like the kind of thing that's good for our young people."
"Why not?" Jerry said, his own anger displaying itself at last, as he walked to the apron of the stage. Under his white hanging toga, Miss Lee could see something else hanging, and this bothered her. All Miss Worthington needed to do was step closer, and she could see for herself.
"I wasn't talking to you," Miss Worthington snapped, "Your teacher and I were conferring privately, I hope you don't mind!"
"Go ahead," Jerry said sullenly, walking back to the dressing room. Miss Worthington moved closer. "I don't think you have these students under control at all," she said bluntly. "No student should ever talk back to a teacher without having to pay the price for it."
"Thank you," Miss Lee said softly, "I'll, see to it he is properly punished."
"Well, I hope so," Miss Worthington said huffily, as she turned around and bustled out of the auditorium. And then the teacher was alone with her student. Miss Lee went into the dressing room, and there Jerry sat bare naked on the dressing room table.
"Hi, Teach," he grinned, good naturedly, holding his huge, pulsating penis in his hand.
"Jerry, get off that table this instant," she almost shouted. "Do you hear me?"
"Pipe down, Teach!" he smirked, "I hear you and so will everyone else in the school if you keep that racket up."
"Oh, Jerry," she sobbed, "we can't go on like this."
"Suck me," he demanded, holding his pecker out for her. "Go ahead-do me."
"I can't!"
"Yes, you can-"
"No, honest to God, I can't."
"You did it before, Teach-go ahead and do me again." Walking toward him, she looked down, and suddenly she was possessed by her own passion to give him the sexual satisfaction he desires so strongly. She took it in "her hand, and Jerry said coolly, "Better lock the door first, Teacher-unless you want an audience for our private little performance."
She turned, still numb with fear, yet torn with desire. She locked the door, and then went back to him. She took his penis in her hand, dropping instinctively to her knees, and Jerry didn't change his expression.
"Suck my prick, Teach," he smiled. And as she brought his huge penis close to her mouth and examined the head of it, she became so excited her body was trembling.
"Go ahead," he insisted, "Suck on it." And then she opened her mouth. In that one opportune instant, Jerry drove himself into her, and started sucking.
"That's it, suck it, suck that cock," he gasped excitedly, as he drove it down her throat. Just then the bell rang, and its shrill sound sent chills of fear up and down her spine.
"Don't let the bell bother you, Teach-suck on it." She refused to let herself yield at this moment to any passion, for her own way out was to give the hot young boy the thing he wanted most-release.
"Oh, Teach, suck on me," he begged her as her hot mouth moved back and forth the length of his hard penis. "That's it, now-oh, hot mama! Suck it off!"
She reached out and fingered his balls, while she sucked. And then he moved forward on the dressing room table, allowing her easy vantage to his tight anus. Knowing how much pleasure he could derive from this kind of sex action, she decided she'd slide her finger up his tight, quivering asshole while she sucked on him at the same time.
"Now, yes, ohhhh, suck me-do my ass, ohhh, ahhh, Wow!" By now, Jerry Winters was almost out of his mind. He expected the pleasure to be beautiful, but nothing this fantastic.
"Hang-on," he cried, "Ohhhhhh, ahhhh, yes, yes, suck that prick-suck it off!"
Suddenly his hot jism couldn't stand it, and it shot forth into her eagerly sucking mouth.
"That's it, eat my gook! Eat it up! Eat it!" The hot cum flooded her mouth, as she sucked Jerry Winter's sperm. And to her own amazement, she found him more delicious to suck on than any young man she'd ever had in her life. If she was seven or eight years young, it could be alright, she thought. But, now he was a minor, she was an adult. She was a teacher, and he was a turned-on student. She continued sucking his juices until she'd finished him off. Then, she pulled off, and smiled up at him, "How was it, lover?"
"Just beautiful," he panted, "You really are some cocksucker, Teach. We've got to get together on a big bed. Just me and you, naked, and fucking and sucking up a storm."
"I'll give you my phone number," she said quickly, "Now, I must dash back to my last class-"
Hastily grabbing a pen that was handy, she wrote her phone number down. And then, she handed it to him. Suddenly, Jerry seized her, kissing her passionately, his penis rising threateningly again. Their lips met, and Jerry's hot tongue invaded her mouth.
"I-I like you, Teach," he said, "I-I don't know what makes you turn me on, but when I see you I want to fuck you, fuck the hell out of you!"
"I must go. If I get caught here with you, I'll-" A look of fear and fright filled her face as she contemplated how terrible it would be to ever be caught with a student.
Placing his hand over her mouth, he said, "Don't talk that way-ever!"
"I'll try not to," she said softly, "I do love you, baby."
"I thought you did-you got as turned on sucking my cock off as I did ramming it down your throat."
"You knew that?"
"Sure, Teach," he smiled, "I'm not so dumb."
She patted his thigh playfully, and then patted the side of his face, "So long, lover-and call me tonight."
As she unlocked the door, and hurried off to her class she realized the second bell had rung some time ago. What would her class be like now? As she arrived near the door, she noticed no noise was coming from the room. Knowing how noisy her students normally were, this bothered her almost as much as if they were cutting up.
Stepping in the room, her eyes instantly fell upon the woman who was substituting for her in her absence. Miss Worthington turned, and smiled, "Oh, Miss Lee-I was walking by and I heard some of your class making a lot of noise, and I just stepped in to see if I could help-and I noticed you were gone."
"I'm sorry, I was detained," she said quickly.
"Could I speak with you alone in the hall, Miss Lee?" she asked smoothly, and the eyes of every student now focused on the frustrated teacher.
When Miss Worthington had frightened Miss Lee alone in the hall, she asked simply, "What's the matter?"
"Nothing!"
"Yes, there is, my dear. Something is wrong, and that's why everything is going wrong in your classrooms-in the auditorium." But, Miss Lee couldn't speak. Finally, Miss Worthington broke the silence, "Do you really think you can cut it as a teacher?"
"Why on earth do you say that?"
"A lot of us aren't cut out to be teachers," Miss Worthington said in a menacingly nice tone. "Now, it's no reflection whatsoever on you, luv, but let's face a few facts-"
"like what?" she asked fearfully.
"like what I saw today in the auditorium-"
"Yes-"
"Well, that young man-what's his name?"
"Jerry Winters?"
"Yes, Jerry Winters-he had you under his control, and it should be teacher having student under control, isn't that the truth?"
"Yes-"
"You see, honey, that boy is trouble. A year ago he tried to put the make on one of our best young teachers, a Miss Cindy Walker-and you know what happened?"
"No-"
"Well, the long and short of it is-Cindy was asked to resign, and today she's in a mental hospital."
"Why was she asked to resign."
"Because she had sex with that boy."
"She what?"
"That's right," Miss Worthington said, and then the class noise echoed so loud in the halls that she paused, "I guess we'd better stop them now before it gets worse."
Going into the classroom, Miss Worthington looked about the room with her piercing eyes, darting here, and there, and then she called on one girl.
"You," she said tightly.
"Yes," the girl answered meekly.
"What's your name?"
"Jean Ann-"
"Jean Ann, spit that gum out of your mouth immediately. Do you understand?"
Jean Ann spit the gum across the room into the waste basket, and then broke out laughing.
"Very funny," Miss Worthington commented acidly. "Let's see if what I have in mind is as funny as what you just did. Come to the front of the room."
To Miss Lee's total surprise, Jean Ann marched forward, and when Miss Worthington said, "Bend over dear," the girl did bend over. And then, Miss Worthington smiled as she raised the ruler high over the girl's behind, and said, "Alright, now you can take the punishment you deserve. About ten should take care of what, you've done."
The loud whack of the ruler brought cries of anguish from the girl. Miss Worthington stopped immediately.
"That was ten if you remained quiet-I'll make it fifteen for your ridiculous outburst."
The girl's tear-streaked eyes told the class that to act up, could be costly, and she couldn't even have the delight of asking for sympathy, as that avenue of making more trouble for the teacher was sealed off effectively.
When the fifteen whacks had been administered, she said, "Go to your seat, Jean Ann, and let's not have any more trouble out of you. Of course your conduct will be reflected on your Class Conduct grade-I'm sorry." With a small smile, she let the girl go back to her seat, and the class watched in awe, almost to the point of reverential respect.
"Come with me a moment, Miss Lee," she said, "And class, I don't want any more trouble here, I think you understand."
When the two women were alone in the hall, she said, "You see, dear that's how discipline is brought about. Are you up to it?"
"If I have permission to discipline them-yes. Then, I could make them mind, just like you did."
"Of course you can punish them, but you must always have a witness present-"
"And I was your witness, and that's what you succeeded," Miss Lee, snapped in disgust. "When you don't have another teacher, what do you do?"
"Send them to the Gym Teacher with a note, that's all."
"That's nice, and. what if some disobedient student refuses to voluntarily march out for punishment?"
"That could pose a problem."
The bell rang, the school day was over, and Miss Lee felt her career might as well be too.