Chapter 8
Anna smiled at the gangling youth who scowled at her. "Don't be such a sourpuss."
"Well, look! I'm supposed to be tutoring you now. Don't you want to learn this stuff?"
She sniffed. "Bunch of silly old numbers. What in the world do I want to learn them for?"
"To pass math, that's what for."
"That's the silliest reason I ever heard of, to spend a lot of time and work on silly old numbers I'll never in all my life have to use. Just to get a silly little mark on a card, and ten years from now I couldn't care less about it, whatever it is."
"Well, why in the world did you sign up for the tutoring program?" He looked bewilderedly at her.
"It got me out of a stupid study hall for one reason, and for another...." She looked coyly at him. "I get to spend some time alone with a good-looking boy."
"Oh, come on, Anna!" He tried to be cross with her, but she could see his mood changing. "What am I going to say when I have to fill out (my report?"
She shrugged. "Just put down something like: 'Anna tries, but she doesn't seem strongly motivated. Progress is slow'."
He looked at her for a moment, wonderingly. "You seem different today, Anna."
"How do you mean, different?" She leaned toward him, her eyes partly closed, her breasts thrust forward.
"I mean, like now." He was a little exasperated. "You act like you want to neck or something."
"Now you're motivating me," she whispered dramatically. "Expand on that, 'or something' that you mentioned."
They were using an empty classroom for their tutoring session and Warren was sitting back in the teacher's chair, sprawled out, a frown tugging at his eyebrows. Anna got up from her seat and came around the desk in front of him, then hopped up on the edge of it, grinning down at him. His eyes dropped to her thighs. From his position he could look up the channel between her legs and see the patch of blue panties at the end that covered her crotch. She was indifferent to what he saw.
"What was that again?" she prompted. "You started out with necking, I think."
"Anna! What would happen if anyone came in and caught us, well-necking?"
She cocked her head to one side. "Depends. If it was a girl, she'd be jealous of me with such a cute boy. If it was a boy, he'd want to get in on the game. And if it was a teacher, we'd probably both be expelled."
"There, you see!"
"So what's wrong with living dangerously?"
"Anna!"
"Warren!" she mocked him. "I heard all about you being such a big lover. I never thought I'd have to ask you to kiss me." With that she slid off the desk and onto his lap, her arms going around his neck and her mouth closing on his, her tongue sliding slickly between his lips. After a moment he began to suck it gently, one of his arms around her waist and the other resting on her shoulder. The heat of young emotion fanned quickly into flames and he pressed her closely to him. The hand that had been on her shoulder slid down to her breast and he squeezed it and fondled it for a little while as their kiss continued with a growing heat.
He tired of her breast, and his hand slid down her side and he began to massage her thigh, rubbing it gently. After a moment he had pushed the edge of her skirt slowly back.
He was caressing her leg clear up to the crotch, and his fingers plucked at the edge of her panties. She pulled her mouth away from his and looked into his eyes.
"Do you want me to take off my pants now?"
He didn't say anything, just stared at her. She slowly got off his lap and smiled down at him while she rolled the flimsy blue garment down over her swelling hips and long, tanned thighs. He stared at the hairy patch that moved just inches from her fingertips.
"Do you want me to get you ready now?" she murmured.
When he didn't answer, she leaned forward and caressed his stiff prick through the material of his trousers. A smile hovered gently at the corner of her mouth as she matched the play of emotion on his face. She took hold of his zipper and slowly pulled it down, then spread his fly and maneuvered his straining cock out through his shorts. She pulled the swollen balls out too, and cupped them in one hand while with the other she stroked the vibrant, turgid shaft.
"You've got a big one, Warren," she murmured. "No wonder all the girls talk about you."
"Anna, not here!" he gasped. "Don't you like this?"
She closed her fist around his cock and slowly began to jack him off. A drop of moisture worked up the canal and trembled at the slitted purple end.
"God, yes! Of course I like it! A guy would have to be out of his mind to say he didn't like it."
"Do you like this?"
She bent forward and her lips closed over the bulbous head of his cock. She laved it with her tongue, then began to suck gently. He groaned and put a hand on her head. She opened her mouth wider and engulfed him, taking half his cock into her mouth and again began to suck it, her tongue pressing tightly against the sensitive underside, her head bobbin or slightly as she nursed on the long, quivering shaft.
"Oh, yes! I like that!" he cried, and he held her head now with both hands so that she couldn't move away, couldn't release his cock, and his hips bucked quickly up as he fucked desperately into her mouth.
She sucked harder and harder, feeling the tension rise in him like a rocket after countdown as he jerked spasmodically, thrusting his cock deep against the back of her mouth-then the mushroom cloud of passion hit him and his sperm shot in hot little spurts deep into her throat while she swallowed convulsively. After a moment she released his now flaccid cock and smiled up at him again.
"That's what the girls told me," she said.
"You get real hot and come too quick on the first one."
"Who told you that?"
"I guess you know who could have told me." She paused. "They say the second one's a lot better with you, and you really show a girl a good time then."
"Is that why you-you sucked me off?"
"Sure-to get that first quickie out of the way. I don't like quickies," she explained. "They get me all frustrated and tense. This time we'll both have a good time."
She was fondling his cock with both hands, and as she played with it she felt it swell and harden in quick resurrection. When it was fully raised she crawled onto his lap and held the end of it between the flushed and swollen outer lips of her cunt. The entrance was bathed in the freely-flowing passion juice, and as his cock entered her she closed her eyes and clasped her arms around his neck, letting his cock slide deeper into her as she settled on his lap.
She was fully aroused, as hot as she could get, and her cunt was well lubricated. His cock had an easy entrance at first, until half its length was inserted in her, then the tight-clutching vaginal wall met him with increasing pressure and she gave a little sigh. His cock was long and thick, and her cunt was sweet and hot, but also young and tight, and the further in he went the greater the resistance became.
She began to roll her hips around and rocked up to draw his cock out an inch or two, then rocked back to sink it ever further into her hot, twitching passage. He moaned and clasped her waist with both hands, wanting his cock in her, deep inside her, wanting the feeling of that hot tight pussy warm and close around his organ. So he pulled her down with his hands and at the same time thrust his hips up until finally he'd sheathed his gun deep within the warm holster of her body. He began to jerk upwards in little spasms, but most of the movement was hers.
She closed her mouth on his and began to work her ass around on his lap, twisting and turning, tilting her cunt from side to side and forward and backward, working on his cock with a sure knowledge of what would drive him crazy as well as build her up to a shattering climax. His arms tightened around her and he forced himself to relax in the chair, leaving the fucking to her, and she brought them both along to the final explosion when he couldn't contain himself any longer, but jerked frantically upwards. His come spurted deep into her belly and she gave a little cry and collapsed on his lap.
"Holy Christ!"
The epithet was spoken softly, in an almost reverent tone. Anna and Warren, both startled, looked up at a gangling redheaded youth who stared with open mouth.
"Red! What the hell you doing here?"
"You mean, what the hell are you doing here, don't you? I knew you were tutoring somebody here this period, but Jesus, I thought it was math!"
Anna got up from Warren's lap, smiling up at the new boy. "Hi. I'm Anna."
"Well-pleased to meet'cha." He paused. "Holy mackerel, you really gave him a ride."
"How long have you been here?" asked Warren.
"Long enough to see what was going on. No wonder you like to tutor. Maybe I'll get in on it myself. Boy! I thought you had to be good in math or something square like that."
"Every day's not like this."
"I'd settle for once a week-why not? Wow! Hey, can I tutor you in something?" He grinned at Anna.
"See?" she told Warren. "I told you if a boy came in he'd want to play too."
"Come on, be a sport," said Red. "Both of you. If you let me have some goody too, I won't tell anybody about it."
"You wouldn't anyway," said Warren threateningly.
"No, but have a heart! Fair's fair."
"I don't think we've got time," said Anna judiciously.
"Sure we do," said Red eagerly. "The period's only about half over. And Warren can watch in the hall and warn us if anybody else is coming."
"Well." She looked at Warren. "It does seem only fair." She giggled and pointed at the bulge in the front of Red's pants. "And we've got him all excited too. It doesn't seem right not to do something for him now."
"If you want to," Warren shrugged.
"How about like this?"
She twitched her skirt up around her waist and lay face down over the desk, the round white cheeks of her ass poised invitingly. Her cunt lay bare and exposed, still wet from Warren's sperm and her own passion juice. She peeked back over her shoulder to see what impact the sight had on Red. He had already taken his cock out; he positioned it between the lips of her cunt and with one thrusting lunge had seated it to the hilt.
He grabbed her hips and began to fuck quickly into her, his loins slapping against the full rounds of her ass, his cock traveling its full length in the slimy love channel of her body. Warren went to the door of the classroom and mounted guard, looking alternately down the corridors and back at the two figures by the desk. The sound of slapping flesh grew louder as Red accelerated his tempo, and below the noises of slapping flesh and the swishing liquid sound of his cock traveling in her wet swamp, was a low moaning as Anna's emotions found vocal expression in response to the physical sensations that wracked her.
By the time Red had finished fucking her, Warren had gotten another erection, stimulated by the sounds and sights of the coupled pair. When Red straightened up and pulled his limp wet cock from Anna's cunt, Warren was there and put a hand on her ass to keep her down.
"We've got ten minutes yet," he said hoarsely. "You watch the door, Red. I want one more piece of the action before I go."
A smile curled Anna's mouth as she pressed her cheek flat against the desk top and waited for the exquisite, soothing entry of warm pock into her hot, craving vagina. Two scores for the contest with Betty already, and it wasn't even lunch time!