Chapter 14

In her apartment that night, Lori wondered how she would go about getting Riley Webster in bed with her. His eyes had let her know many times that there was a devil playing around inside his head, yet his uneasiness when she came near him brought a doubt to her mind. Maybe he was so innocent that he would bolt from the apartment when she made her move.

She felt the nagging itch in her groin intensify as she thought of the lean, muscular young body and how it would feel when he pressed his nakedness down on her. She had studied his hands and felt reasonably certain that he was built to please a woman.

She kept glancing at the clock as she paced up and down across the carpet. She wanted a drink desperately, but knew there should be no liquor on her breath when Riley came. Nor could she slip into the filmy negligee she had worn to weaken men in the past. Prim and proper and sober, she thought glumly.

The clock hands crawled toward seven, then past. The big hand pointed toward the three when Lori's buzzer sounded.

Riley Webster was smiling when Lori swung the door open.

Lori was not smiling, having been frightened out of a greeting smile by his tardiness. "You're late," she said, sounding like a schoolteacher. "Come in."

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Cameron. I couldn't find the place." 141She smiled a little then. "Maybe you should have started earlier."

Riley stepped into the room, struggling with a sheepish smile, and pushed the door gently shut behind him.

"We can work here," Lori said, pointing to a card table and two chairs she had set up in the center of the room. There was a shaded desk lamp on the table. Lori switched it on.

"I never thought I'd have a special tutor," he said. "This is real nice." He looked around the apartment, admiring the decor. "Real comfortable."

"Would you like to talk a little first before we start?"

He shrugged. "Okay with me."

"Then let's sit over here," she said. She went to the couch and sank down on it, making sure that her short skirt exposed more of her leg than was normal. She patted the cushion next to her.

"You have a nice place," he said. He stood in front of the couch and again looked around the apartment. "A real pad." Then he looked down at her and watched her breasts rise and fall, glancing at the deep cleft between them. Slowly, his eyes lifted to hers and there was a knowing look in them.

Lori felt her body shudder. Her nipples tingled under his gaze. "I try to live comfortably," she said. She swung her leg like a pendulum, luring his eyes to it.

'Yeah, real nice," he said slowly, but he held his eye? on her swinging, well-shaped leg as he said it.

He sat down.

The innocence Lori had seen in Riley Webster had somehow disappeared. He did not look like the shy stammering youth who had trembled under the touch of her breasts against his body. There was more of a calm assurance about him now. And he had made that quite clear by taking a seat where his body almost touched

hers, not at the far end of the couch as she had expected.

"I don't want you to feel nervous about being here with me," Lori said.

"I'm not nervous."

"Well, it's a little unusual for me to have a student in my apartment, I thought perhaps you might have some qualms about coming here."

He smiled, glanced down at her breasts, then into her eyes. "No, I sorta like it," he said. His eyes went to her bare leg.

"We can get to work as soon as you like," she said.

"All right," he said. He looked at the schoolbooks on the table, frowned, then turned to her. "Would you like me to kiss you first?"

Lori's eyes opened wide. "What?"

"I'd like to kiss you," he said, smiling.

"But I ..."

With a motion that she did not fully see, Riley snaked his arm around her and pulled her face to his. His lips met hers gently. He held the kiss for a long time, merely pressing his mouth on hers in a soft, sensuous kiss that brought her arms slowly from her sides and around his neck.

After a long time, he eased his mouth off hers, kissed her gently on the cheek several times, then sat back. "Is that what you wanted?" he asked.

"I-I..." Lori stuttered. "You surprised me... I..."

"That's what you wanted, wasn't it? You had that in mind the first day of school. I could tell. I looked into your eyes and I could tell what you wanted."

She looked at him evenly. "Was it that obvious?"

He shrugged. "I guess so," he said.

"And you? How did you feel?"

"I'm here, aren't I?"

"Oh, Riley ..."

He swept her into his arms and held her in a tight embrace for a long time. He had moved squarely in front of her and pressed her body to his, her breasts flattening on his lean, hard chest. He took his face from the softness of her hair and kissed her.

She squirmed under his embrace. Her legs made pumping motions that worked her skirt up even higher. His hand shot between her legs, feeling the soft, silky material of her panties. He pressed his knuckles against the mushy bulge over her pussy. His other hand went to one of her breasts and he worked the spongy softness with strong, grasping movements.

"God! You work fast," she gasped when he finally took his lips from hers.

He smiled. "You said we'd work until you had taught me everything. Maybe I have a lot to learn."

"I doubt that," she said wryly.

He worked one finger under the tight band of her panties and squirmed into the hair. He lowered his head and bit at her nipple through her dress. Then his lips went to the sunken crevice between her titties and kissed the soft flesh there.

Lori stole a glance down at his crotch. An electrifying current raced through her as she saw the material of his pants bulged from the pressure of a cock she knew must be large and eager. She let one hand slip from his shoulder and touched the hardened knob. She thrilled to its bone-like rigidity.

Riley moved his mouth slowly upward from Lori's cleft and kissed her under the chin, tilting her head backward. He ran his tongue over the roundness of it and went to her lips." He kissed her briefly. His tongue came out again and went to the extreme corners of her mouth and jabbed urgently into the soft crevice. Lori sucked in her breath and clutched at his cock.

"My God, you're something," she said when her lips were free of his.

"I've had some good teachers," he murmured. He kissed the tip of her nose, then dabbed at her closed eyes with the tip of his tongue.

"High school or private?" she asked in a semi-daze.

"They weren't teaching English," he smiled.

"Right now I'm not either," she said. She kissed his chin. "But I like this better."

He swam down her face with a wet tongue and found her lips. In long, sideways motions, he licked her lips, then drove his tongue into her mouth. She sucked on it hungrily, pulling at it with such force that he moaned and put one hand on her face to ease her away.

"Not so hard," he said.

"'Speaking of hard," she said, squeezing his throbbing cock, "this thing"-she squeezed again-"is like a rock." She squeezed it several more times in rapid succession.

"It's been that way a lot of times in school," he confessed.

"Really?"

"Sure, some of the other guys got that way, too." "I had no idea."

"Sure, one of the guys popped his rocks right in his pants one day. That was the day you wore that low-cut dress that showed half your boobs."

"Yes, I remember the dress," she said coolly. "The principal had something to say about it."

"Probably got him all worked up, too," he laughed. Then he turned serious, and said, "Am I supposed to carry you to the bedroom or do we do our thing right here?"

She giggled a little. "No, my dear lover, we do our thing in the bedroom. Come on."

Lori lay on her bed and waited for her handsome new lover to join her. She watched him as he carefully removed his clothes and draped them neatly over the back of a chair. There was an assurance about him that made her smile. Then, when he finally faced her, totally naked, she felt the numbing jolt of passion spring through her body. His cock stood almost straight up, long and thick, and bobbed slightly as he took the few steps that brought him to the side of the bed. With complete self-assurance, he bent over and snapped off the dim bedside lamp. Now the room was clouded in a hazy glow from the single light that had been left on in the living room.

Lori raised on one elbow and reached out for him. She felt the taut muscles of his leg, then inched upward until she felt the hair of his balls. She finger-walked up the hairy sack and grasped the base of his cock. It felt thick and warm, rising from the thickest of hair like a flesh fireplug. And it was long, too. She opened her coiled fingers slightly and slid them up the golden shaft until she felt the loose skin that covered the bulbous head. She squeezed it between thumb and forefinger.

"You like it?" he asked.

"I love it!"

"Would you kiss it?"

"Do you want me to?"

"I'd like it," he said, moving closer with his hips.

She leaned closer and put her soft lips on the equally soft head. Riley groaned. Then she opened her mouth and let some of his cock slide into her mouth. He groaned again. She ran her tongue around the glans, probing under it to taste the sweetness of this young lover. Then she moved her head back and forth slowly, sucking the organ on her backward motion, fluttering her tongue against it as it went into her mouth.

"Whooo-ooo," he moaned.

Lori was not sure how long a young man like Riley 146could hold out, but she didn't want to make him pop his rocks just yet.

But Riley had already allowed the tide to rise too high in his eager young body. He put his hands on Lori's head and rammed his cock into her mouth. She sensed what his trouble was, feeling the urgent twitches at the head of his cock and the frantic diggings at her hair.

Placing both hands on his lower abdomen, she pushed him away from her, turning her head aside just as the first spurt from his agitated prick shot from the tip. The glob splattered against the side of her face, the second along her hair line and into her ear. Then the spurts diminished and the trajectory was lowered so that the last several blobs of gray-white semen spun against her neck, then her shoulder. With one last, grunting thrust, the remainder of his silver fluid dribbled onto her breast.

"Ohhh," he moaned. "Ohhh, Jesus ..."

Lori fell to one side and smeared at the sticky come that was turning cold and slowly oozing down her body. "Oh, Riley ... Riley, you should have held it," she whined in disappointment.

"I-I'm sorry," he muttered. "Gosh, I'm awfully sorry."

Lori rose from the bed and walked quickly to the bathroom. When she flipped on the light, she saw the silver pendants clinging to her body in sticky, rubber-like rivers. She wet a washcloth and wiped herself, rinsing the slimy fluid from the rag several times. "Jack rabbit," she mumbled to herself.

When she returned to the bedroom, Riley was sitting on the edge of the bed, head down. His cock had fallen to half limp.

"I didn't know you'd get that excited," Lori said. "I should have known."

"I'm sorry," he repeated. I guess I thought about it too much."

She stood in front of him, her titties jutting from her chest. She looked down at his failing prick. "We'll have to get you ready again," she said. She moved forward until one nipple was directly in front of his lips. "Take it," she said. She put her hand under the golden mound and raised his lips. "Kiss it a little."

"Ummmhmmm," he murmured contentedly as he slurped the hard nipple.

"Now don't get yourself all excited and make that thing spit again," she directed.

"Uh-uh," he said, moving his head from side to side.

Lori held the back of his head, guiding him first to one titty, then the other. Her chest was heaving now as he sucked on her nipples. She gasped a little as one of his hands went to the hairy muff between her legs. She pushed forward,

"Did you ever ... kiss someone ... down there?" she asked, twitching her hips.

He took his mouth away quickly. "No."

"Do you want to try?"

"I-I don't know."

She stepped around him and lay down on the bed. "We can both do it at the same time," she said.

He turned from his sitting position and looked at her face, then let his eyes rove down her shapely body until they came to rest on her dark patch of hair. She could see his apprehension as he frowned at her pussy.

"It's called sixty-nine," she said. She put her hand on his head and pulled him lightly to her, bringing his face onto her chest. Then she began to push him downward slowly, waiting for his kisses to intensify. With her other hand she tugged at his legs to bring him in alignment

with her body. She pulled on him until his cock was directly in front of her face.

Riley stopped when his lips touched the upper fuzz of her pussy. He lay panting on her belly, one hand toying in the silky hair, hesitant. The aroma of her crotch wafted into his nostrils and his mouth felt suddenly dry and tingling. He lowered his head slightly and probed guardedly with his tongue.

"Just put your tongue in the slit, sweetie," she said. She spread her legs a little more and nudged his head ever so gently.

With a sound in his throat that he did not seem able to control, he licked at the hair until his finger had opened the lips. Then he sunk his head lower and stuck his tongue into the wet chasm. His teeth crushed into the soft flesh.

"Not so hard, darling. You're hurting me with your teeth."

He moved away, stopping his licking. Then he probed cautiously with the tip of his tongue.

Satisfied, Lori wiggled one hand free and took hold of his half hard cock. She looked at the sticky head protruding from the loose skin of the sheath. The single eye held a droplet of liquid and Lori swiped it away with her tongue. Then she put the head in her mouth and slid the skin back with her tongue. She held the mass of soft meat in her warm hand and pumped the skin back and forth.

Riley put his arm around her ass and pulled her cunt to his face. He was licking wildly now, his tongue going into her sometimes, missing at others. But he was hungry for this new way of love. He liked the utter wantonness of doing something that was out of the ordinary for him. Having his cock sucked was something he had already experienced from some of the high school girls he had

dated, but actually licking into a pussy was something new and exciting.

Lori began to suck more eagerly now. Inept as Riley was at licking a cunt, he was exciting her nevertheless. Then, too, merely sucking a man's cock brought excitement to her and she made her hips writhe and push upward to meet his licking tongue.

Then Riley took his face away from her. He rose slightly, his face sheened with wetness, and said, "Can you come this way?"

She held his cock away from her mouth and replied, "Of course, darling. But I'll have to show you." She put her hand on her pussy. "Now put your finger where mine is. Feel that little knob? That's just like yours. If you lick that the right way I can get real excited." She put her hand around his head while his finger discovered her clitoris.

"Now, just lick it the same way I'm sucking you. Maybe we can come together."

He put his face back on her cunt. His finger was still on the tight little knot and he held it there until his tongue found it, too. He began to lick at it hungrily.

"Oh, yes . .. yes ... that's perfect," she sighed. "Lick it just like that."

But Lori did not intend to bring him to another climax by sucking his cock. She realized he was a young man and could probably get his rocks off several more times before the evening was over, but she couldn't be sure. She still wanted that large, golden shaft stuck in her. She let him lick her pussy for some time before she put his cock back in her mouth. But even then she did not agitate him the way she had the first time. She let the slippery tool slide in and out of her mouth loosely letting her saliva collect on the muscled shaft so there would be less friction. He was up to a full hard now.

Lori was on her side and had thrown one leg away 150from his head so he could get at her pussy more easily. Now, as he licked and excited her body, she put her leg over his head and squeezed his head between her legs. She could feel his hot breath blowing into her crotch, down the crack of her ass. It was as though she had a searing blow-torch between her legs.

She felt the electrifying tickle creep through her body and come to a focal point in her clitoris. Then, like giant springs under tension, she clamped him tightly with her legs. She held for a moment, then rammed her cunt up into his face, burying his tongue and lips and chin in her. She took his cock out of her mouth and breathed her hot breath along the wet shaft as she held it against her face.

Riley was out of rhythm with her thrusts. He licked quickly and hungrily, trying to keep his tongue in her as she bucked and reared. And when she finally ceased all motion except a gentle massaging movement, he continued to lick at her with quick, agitated strokes.

"No ... no, darling," she winced, cringing slightly as he manipulated her clitoris, a clitoris that no longer desired manipulation. "Easy ... easy ... slowly ... gently. Ahhh, that's better. Oh, that's so nice."

"You didn't make me ... make me ... come," he said, lifting his head from her drooling box.

"I didn't want you to," she said. "I want that nice thing of yours in there." She patted her pussy, felt its wetness, and wiped it in slow, swiping motions with the sheet. "You got me all wet."

"Do you want me to put it in now?" he asked, sounding about as amateurish as he was.

His lack of finesse surprised Lori. He had been such a polished lover on the couch, yet when it came to the bedroom he seemed to have reverted to a teen-ager once

again. But she was not overly concerned about it. It would be fun teaching this young stud how to make love properly to a woman.

"Yes," she said. "Now let's fuck."

"Did I do that all right?" he asked, sounding embarrassed.

She thought a moment, then said, "Yes, dear heart, you did just wonderfully. But I think I can teach you a lot more."

"Will you teach me to, ah, do this the right way, too?"

She smiled up at him. He was between her legs now, his body arched into a bridge as he held himself off her chest with outstretched arms. The head of his cock was barely touching the lips of her pussy.

"Yes, you dear thing, I'll teach you that, too," she said. "I'm your teacher, aren't I?"

He laughed a little to ease the tension that had grown in him. "Is this how I get to pass English?"

Then they both laughed lightly.

She taught him that night. She taught him that he had to satisfy the woman as well as himself, to hold back when he felt the tingle in his crotch that meant it would be all over for him. She guided his head back to her pussy and showed him how to lick the soft membranes without hurting them, how to gauge his licking strokes so that they matched her spasms when she came. It was a rhythm, she had said. Two bodies merged into a sexually oriented machine that worked as smoothly as a Swiss watch when properly tuned, but grating and bucking like a spinning wheel with one spoke missing when the rhythm was missed.

As he stood at the door, getting ready to leave, she put her hand on his arm. "Tomorrow we'll have another lesson," she smiled.

He smiled down at her and took her in his arms for a moment. "I hope I get a passing grade," he said. Then he released her, turned, and hurried down the hall.

A full month had passed since that first session with Riley Webster. He had not improved in senior ^English, but his progress in the bedroom showed a marked improvement. Two and three times a week, Lori invited him to her apartment and the scene was always the same. The books lay unopened on the table as the moans of pleasure from the darkened bedroom filled the room.

In school, Lori was forced to give Riley passing grades on his papers, oftentimes erasing what he had written down and filling in the correct answers herself. Their relationship outside of the classroom was not known by anyone in the school.

Or so it seemed.

It was a Monday morning. Lori and Riley had been together until quite late Sunday night. From lack of sleep and the intense activity of the night before, Lori had to hurry to make her first class. As she passed the principal's office, she heard him call out to her.

"Oh, Mrs. Cameron, would you step in here for a moment?"

The principal's name was Joseph Kraus; he was a pompous, beetle-browed man with long white sideburns. There were rumors that he and the gym teacher, Maggie Ryan, were playing mattress games outside of school hours. Also, that the irrascible but hot-pants Joe was always on the alert for stray pussy among the younger teachers.

"Yes, Mr. Kraus," Lori replied. She went to his office door, looking in at him,

"Come in, please. I'd like to talk to you."

Lori came through the door with sinking heart. Either the principal had ideas about getting into bed with her or he had found out somehow about her relationship with young Riley. She sat down in the chair at the end of his desk.

Joe Kraus took time to appraise the bare knee that was exposed. He let his eyes travel upward to take in the fine, jutting lines of Lori's breasts.

"This is a very delicate subject, Mrs. Cameron," he began. "But then, you are an adult and I'm sure you will be able to see my position on this." He fidgeted with a pencil for a moment, frowned, and looked down at his desk.

"Yes, Mr. Kraus."

He looked up. He seemed to be forcing his words as he said, "You know, I am often called upon to perform unpleasant tasks. What I have to say to you falls into that category." He looked down a moment, drummed the pencil up and down. "I hope you can understand the position I am in."

Lori paled. She was sure now that Joe Kraus had discovered that she was going to bed with one of the students. That would mean immediate dismissal

"What do you mean, sir?" she asked timidly.

"You know, for a long time we have been under pressure from various groups to inaugurate a program here in Oak Ridge High that we have been reluctant to begin. It is not so much that we are prudish or that we don't understand the problem. It is simply because we have lacked the proper personnel to instruct in it. I realize that you, as a fine puritan woman, will probably find the entire matter repulsive to you. I wouldn't blame you, of course." He looked away and took a deep breath.

During that interval Lori had time to say, "What is it, Mr. Kraus?"

He looked at her somewhat uneasily. "Now, please, Mrs. Cameron, because I am requesting you to undertake this program does not imply anything personal. I, and the members of the executive board, are agreed that there is no finer, morally prudent and upstanding teacher on our staff, than you. That is why we have come to an agreement on this matter. We feel that you, being young and understanding in many of today's ways and behavior patterns, would be the most suitable to head this new program."

"What new program, Mr. Kraus?"

"If you are in any way embarrassed over it, then I wish you would say so now so that we can try to find someone else. We are going into this thing full-scale. We are prepared to use today's terminology as bluntly as our young people do. There will be words and phrases with which you are, no doubt, unfamiliar. But if you would agree to receive instruction and then in turn instruct our classes here at Oak Ridge, the board had agreed to increase your salary twenty-five percent."

"For heaven's sake, Mr. Kraus, what kind of program are you talking about?" Lori asked in exasperation.

He looked at her evenly. His mouth twitched a little before he spoke. Finally, he said, "Mrs. Cameron, we want you to head up our new program of sex education. We believe it would be far better to have someone who is comparatively innocent in these matters begin at the very bottom and learn everything there is to know about sex and how it affects our young people. That person, we feel, would be more with the times. A person like that-yourself-would have a better understanding of how our young people think. Would you consider such a position?"

Lori smiled slowly. "I think I can learn enough about the subject to be able to teach it intelligently," she said.

On her way out of the office, Lori had to hold herself desperately to keep from bursting into laughter.