Chapter 9
Mike decided this high school stint wasn't so bad after all. He was being treated with incredible respect by most of his classmates. And the girls were literally dogging his steps everywhere he went. Not only had they heard how he had bested four of the stars of the football team, but the word had gotten around that he had fucked Heather. That would have put a feather in anyone's cap.
The sexy cheerleader, however, wasn't content to let the rumors fly. She was helping them along. Most of what she said was the gospel truth, but few believed that. The rumors they chose to believe were even more bizarre and had turned Mike into some kind of sex athlete.
When Ariel dropped a hint or two about Mike's prowess at screwing, the rumors flew even faster. Michelle saw that she could bolster her own prestige. Word spread like wildfire when she related how Mike had fucked her twice after she had given him a blow job.
Mike found that he could pick and choose now. Ariel still appealed to him, and they would occasionally slip out to secluded spots around the school and ball. Once he had eaten her out on a teacher's deck during the lunch recess. Another time, she had given him head during study hall. The black chick had crept under the desk, unzipped his jeans and begun to suck with all her might. She'd tried to make him cry out and attract attention to himself.
Mike had stoically withstood her sexual onslaught even if he had broken three pencils doing it.
Heather had dumped Rich and was going with the student body president. Mike was glad that he had her off his hands. He loved to look at her. The blonde and simply gorgeous cheerleader had the most fantastic pair of legs he'd ever seen, but her need for pain didn't fit in too well with his own sexual needs. There was nothing wrong with a little sado-masochism now and then; it added variety to the sex act. But Heather certainly and constantly needed pain to get off. Mike soon tired of one thing without variants.
Michelle was still something of a cockteaser, and he had lost interest in her. She still twitched her lovely ass in the most seductive way possible, but the brunette wasn't the challenge for him that she once was. He had fucked her, had gotten her to beg him for his cock, and that ended the challenge. He had won the race and was now content to look to other mountains to climb, other chicks to fuck.
Mike found that high school was very easy from an academic standpoint, too. He seldom studied for any of the tests. He wasn't the A student Fred had been, but he could hold on to a good B average without too much trouble. His teachers bugged him for not doing homework. Mike privately created mental hells for them to burn in. He was too busy with all the lovely ass running around unattached in the school. Homework wasn't as exciting as bed work, though he seldom was able to actually fuck any of the chicks in a bed.
Ariel and he found the darkroom the best bet. Heather and he had screwed in the stadium. He had even allowed Charles the grinning boy and his sister Susan to put him in the backseat of a car. It had been after midnight and the radio had been playing a pop tune Mike found especially conducive to a nice, rhythmic fucking.
But beds?
Those he saved for Judy.
Mike's one worry and delight was algebra. That class was hard for him. It had been difficult when he'd been in high school, and it still was. But Bertha, that sultry, provocative, incredibly luscious Latin beauty teaching the class was part of his problem.
How could a guy concentrate on determinants when he had a hard-on and was thinking of balling his teacher?
Mike watched the tawny-skinned goddess slowly walk back and forth at the front of the classroom. His eyes drank in her seductive beauty, and he could think of little but what lay under the thin clothing she wore. Bertha Muneca wore a see-through blouse that would have been scandalous if she hadn't chastely worn a slip underneath. But Mike suspected that the silk was all, that there wasn't a bra underneath that thin covering. He imagined he could detect the telltale little lumps that were her nipples prodding proudly against the material.
Mike wished that he sat closer to the front of the room. And then again, if he did, she might see his hard-on.
The trim lines of the short skirt exposed her slender legs to good effect. Bertha wore panty hose, though with her bronzed skin she hardly needed them for coloration. And her firm, young body hardly needed support for sagging muscles. Mike had done some snooping and found out that Bertha was only twenty-three and two years out of college. This was her first year at Wyatt High, her first being spent substitute teaching until she could get a full-time contract.
Rumors flew around the school that she had a torrid love affair going with the physics teacher, but Mike sincerely doubted that. Teddy Clarke was hardly Bertha's type. He was a sharp guy, a few years older, but nothing like her in temperament.
Bertha was fiery, prone to sudden bursts of anger and even more sudden apologies. Mike imagined she could be very loving during one of those apologetic periods. Very loving, indeed.
But Teddy was about as lovable as a dead fish. He lived, ate and breathed physics. To him an experiment in parallax was far more important than fucking a chick. Mike knew that Heather had openly propositioned the teacher, and he had turned her down. Mike considered such a travesty to border on idiotic.
How anyone could pass up a piece of ass like the blonde, sexy and very attractive Heather was a mystery.
Besides, Teddy and Bertha were never seen together. That didn't mean a whole lot to Mike since he was certain that teachers had access to places that students could never go. And he thought of all the places he'd fucked Ariel and the others without being seen...." Fred! I asked you what the answer was to problem nineteen!" The woman's voice drifted through the clouds of desire like a lightning bolt. She'd just asked him a question, and he didn't have the slightest idea what the answer might be.
Mike looked around in desperation hoping to see some of the whiz-kids raising their hands to upstage him. From the looks on their faces, they didn't know either. Mike's eyes fastened on one of the football jock's jerseys. The number seventy-two was prominent.
It was as good as any other guess. "Miss Muneca, the answer is seventy-two."
He watched as the lovely woman brushed the raven hair out of her eyes. Then she sat back on the edge of her desk and crossed her trim ankles. She sighed and said, her eyes wide in amazement, "Fred, you astound me. You're the first student in any of my classes to get that right. "Would you care to come up to the board and show everyone how you got the answer?"
Mike gulped. He was trapped now. And he was rising from his desk, the bell rang.
Saved by the bell!
"That's all right. Class dismissed." Bertha went back to her chair and sat down to sort through the homework papers that had been turned in earlier in the period. Mike decided that this was his big chance to see just how good his technique was, how available Bertha was.
"Miss Muneca," Mike started, then paused for her to look up. When she did, Mike's heart did a flip-flop, and he moved his notebook to the front of his pants to hide the growing bulge there.
"Yes, Fred?" Her voice was like the susurration of wind in the tall pines, a lilting song from the loveliest of songbirds.
"I was wondering if it might be possible for me to, uh, get a little extra ... tutoring in ... math." He spaced his words just right for her to get the impression without openly stating anything.
Bertha smiled, then leaned back in her chair. As she put her hands behind her head, her breasts surged forward. The nipples prominently showed through the flimsy material of her slip. Mike had been right about her not wearing a bra underneath that thin garment.
"I think you're doing quite well. In many things, from the rumors that fly around the school."
Mike smiled. "What do you mean?"
"That you've got quite a reputation as a lady's man. Now, you wouldn't be thinking of ... seducing me, would you?" There was a look of vast amusement on her symmetric, well-formed face. Her lips curled back in the slightest of smiles, but her ebony eyes danced with merriment at the thought of a seventeen-year-old boy propositioning her.
"Me? Seduce you? Just because you're so much more sophisticated than these teenagers? Or because you're so much more intelligent, not to mention minor things like prettier and sexier? No, I just want some extra ... tutoring."
Mike was satisfied with the impression he'd made. If he'd stammered or seemed unsure of himself, he'd be out in the cold. It looked as if he'd soon be in a warm, wet and completely willing cunt. Bertha was surprised at his poise. Surprised and intrigued enough to be curious.
"All right. After school. My apartment. This is the number. Just come on over and we can talk further. You interest me."
"And you certainly interest me! But then, you probably interest a lot of men. See you after school!" With that, Mike was off to his journalism class, but all he could think about was fucking Bertha. He'd show her an array of numbers that would orthogonalize her matrix! He'd fuck her cross-eyed!
Mike almost ran to the apartment building where Bertha lived. He wasn't really surprised to find it in one of the swinging singles complexes. He just hoped that didn't mean she had a roommate ... male variety, who would find a teenager fucking his girlfriend to be a bit on the ridiculous side.
Mike was willing to overcome any obstacle to get into Bertha, though.
He found the proper apartment and rang the doorbell. It took only a second for his sexy math teacher to open the door. She seemed to be a little surprised to see him.
"Come on in, Fred. You continually amaze me. I thought you'd never be able to summon up the courage to come over."
"Why's that ... Bertha?" Mike decided to see how far he could go. The woman didn't seem to notice his use of her first name. He'd gotten to first base.
"I figured your come-on was just to see if you could do it or not. Coming over means you intend to deliver, right? Do you really think a seventeen year old, even one with the reputation of being such a stud, could satisfy an old woman like me?" Bertha sat on the sofa, crossed her stocking-clad legs, then lit a cigarette. It dangled loosely between her fingers as she puffed on it, the very picture of sophistication.
But Mike sensed the tense undercurrent in the woman. She was afraid he'd call her bluff.
So he did.
"Yeah, I can satisfy you, no matter what your sexual tastes. And I'd be a fool to call you old. You're only," Mike had to pause and recompute his first estimate-not fifteen years younger but six years older-"humm, five or six years older than I am. More like an older sister than an old woman. Besides, my tastes may run to old women. I'm positive they do, if you're one!"
Bertha laughed, then gracefully rose. "A drink for the macho stud? Bourbon?"
"Sounds fine, as long as you come with it." Mike was beginning to enjoy this. Would she chicken out or would he be able to talk her into actually balling?
She handed the glass of straight bourbon to Mike. Bertha clearly thought he couldn't handle the booze. He took a sip of it and said, "You have good tastes. Wild Turkey 101 proof, isn't it?"
"I have that in a crystal decanter. How did you know? You couldn't have seen the bottle!"
"This is my favorite, this and Maker's Mark. But I'd rather talk about us. Liquor is liquor, women are divine!"
"You sure as hell do come on strong. I can see why you cut such a big swathe through the sweet young things in school. That accident sure changed you, too."
"For the better, dearest, for the better!" Mike sipped at his fiery liquor until it had vanished from his glass. It warmed his belly, made him feel alive. He was ready to take on a dozen wildcats-or Bertha!
Bertha eyed him, her black orbs boring into his soul. Mike met the searching gaze and returned one that signalled nothing but confidence and authority. He'd dealt with hesitant chicks before and always succeeded by being supremely confident of his own abilities. Now that he had Fred's body in condition, he'd regained much of his old stamina and sexual control.
He could fuck with the best of them!
Bertha didn't say a word so Mike took the initiative. He went and sat beside her on the sofa. He took the cigarette from her fingers and stubbed it out in the ashtray, then placed the glass she clutched in her other hand on the coffee table. He said, "You won't be needing those for a while."
Then he began to unfasten the buttons on Bertha's transparent blouse. Mike had expected her to raise a fuss. She didn't. She helped him get her skirt off, then sensuously wiggled out of her panty hose. Clad only in her slip, Bertha asked, "Are you sure you want to go through with this, Fred?" Her voice trembled with passion.
Mike had the flash of insight, then. Here was a seductive and incredibly sexual creature who had been bottling all her passions up inside her. Why, he couldn't guess. But the cork was getting ready to pop.
Instead of answering, he went to her, placed his hands against the warm flesh of her legs and began to move upwards, taking the slip with him. First her fawn-colored thighs appeared. Then, as he slipped the silky material further, the flare of her hips and ass was revealed to his lusting gaze. Bertha's body trembled, but she said nothing.
Mike continued pushing the slip off her body. A flat, trim stomach was exposed, but his eyes were glued to the black-haired path that led to her cunt. It was more of an arrow than a triangle of pussy mound, but Mike would be the last to complain about the placement of a few hairs. He finished sliding the slip off the woman's body and revealed the twin peaks of her tawny jugs.
Those wondrous mounds swayed back and forth in front of her body, the brown tip tracing out invisible patterns in the air. Bertha took a deep breath and asked, "Well, do you like what you see?"
"I've loved you since I first laid eyes on you. You're gorgeous with clothing on indescribably sexy without anything at all!"
Mike didn't allow the fiery beauty to say a word. He crushed her mouth to his, then prodded his tongue between her red lips. Once inside Bertha's mouth, their tongues began to roll around, over and over, doing a complete set of acrobatics. Mike sampled the sweetness of the teacher's mouth and thought he'd never find a liquor as intoxicating.
He pulled her body against him until he felt those lovely tits begin to collapse under the pressure. When the nipples cresting both of her jugs hardened, Mike knew that he had overcome her resistance, and she was his.
Now was the time to fuck her!
Mike stripped off his own clothes in record time. Then he went back to the wanton woman's mouth. He sucked her lips into his mouth and gently ran his tongue back and forth across the sensitive insides. Then he abandoned her mouth in favor of licking along her delicately boned jawline back to her perfectly formed ear.
While his mouth was making the trip back to Bertha's shell-like ear, his hands were fondling those monumental cones of titflesh. The buttons on top had hardened and were ripe for plucking. Mike twisted both nipples between thumb and forefinger until Bertha moaned in unbridled lust for him.
When his tongue found her ear, the woman began to hunch up and down under him. Mike wasn't going to be thrown off by an erotically driven female. He was going to take his sweet time, get this gal as high on his sexual foreplay as he could, then he'd fuck her.
And not before Mike rammed his cock-hard tongue into the well of Bertha's ear. She quivered and began to mutter incoherent phrases. As he raced around the rim of her ear, she began to quiver under his weight. Mike gently gnawed on the small earlobe and thought Bertha was going to come then and there.
He'd found a really erogenous zone in her tiny ear!
"Fuck me, Fred, fuck me! It's been so long since a man's put his hard, hard prick into my pussy! Ohhhhh, chinga!" she cried out.
Mike had to admit that his own fantasies had caught up with him. He felt his dick stiffen with incredible speed. His length throbbed and hurt so much that he was sure he'd blow his wad any instant. He'd built Bertha up into some kind of a goddess.
And when he found out that she'd been virtually celibate for some time, that he was the first one to fuck her in ages, that excited him more than anything else he'd done so far.
Mike slipped between the parted legs of the woman. She'd spread her legs as wide as humanly possible for his easy entry into her black fleece-rimmed cunt. It was obvious she passionately needed him inside her. He had to fuck her hard and long and fast to satisfy her too-long-denied sexual needs.
The man's dong slipped up and down Bertha's sex slash and became wet with love juice. When Mike found the labia guarding the interior of the woman's cunt, he never hesitated. He rammed forward with as much force as his hips could deliver.
Bertha shrieked as Mike penetrated her. He raced along her gushing cunt until he slammed full-force into her. His full seven inches of pleasure was buried up her twat.
"Yessss," she hissed, her lips thick with longing. "Fuck me, fuck mmmeee I"
Mike took her words to heart and began to move his hips in the age-old motion of a man fucking a woman. She rubbed her legs along his sides as he stroked back and forth into her cunt, building up the fires of passion in her body. Mike knew that he could come any time. His prick felt as if it were dipping into a well of acid. Her intense heat seared his-cock. A his throbbingly alive organ thrust into Bertha's quim, she clutched fiercely at him trying to hold his length inside her body.
And Bertha was being driven wild with lust. She'd gone too long without a real man to fuck her. She and her roommate had been engaged in lesbian lovemaking too long. Bertha could dig that, but she needed a man's cock in her cunt to make her come alive, really and truly alive.
She began to feel a vibrancy pour into her body. Whenever Mike's prick scored along her tight-walled cunt, surges of electricity jolted into her brain. Tingles ran up and down her spine as the man corkscrewed his way in and out of her manhole. Bertha wasn't sorry she and Jackie had been lovers; she only regretted not having a man on the side as well.
How the chicana loved the feel of that powerful piston of dong smashing into her tender body, filling her with all the delights and pleasures she could endure!
As Mike ground down into her pubic mound with his groin, their coarse hairs stimulated each other. Mike's brown curly mat really touched off Bertha's orgasm when he ground into her clit. That sensitive little organ had poked its meek head up out of the sheath of protective flesh to see what was happening.
When it realized a full-scale fucking was in progress, it shouted with joy!
Bertha climaxed, loudly crying out her intense pleasure and passions for all to hear.
Mike was so busy fucking into her hot, seething cauldron of carnality, he had no time to listen. His ears were filled with the sound of his own blood pounding wildly, as wildly as he fucked Bertha. As the friction grew, his prick became hotter and hotter. The juices squirting out of her joy hole dribbled down his balls and tickled. The clutching fierceness of the woman's vagina finally convinced Mike. Mike came, his orgasm seizing him in a grip of velvet and iron.
Together, they rocked on the sofa, moaning and crying out their mutual passions. Bertha hunched up to meet each of Mike's thrusts into her body, and Mike fucked as furiously as possible, even after his load of jism had been shot into the wanton teacher's eager, hungry, esurient cunt.
The muscular rictus that had seized both of them relaxed, and Mike ceased his frantic motions. Bertha slowly collapsed, crushed under Mike's body. Their bodies were coated with a thin sheen of sweat from their frenetic lovemaking, but neither cared.
Both were content with what had occurred. And it was obvious that a rematch was in the making. A silent communication passed from Bertha's jet black eyes to Mike's softer brown ones saying "Fuck me again, FUCK ME!"
As Mike was repositioning himself on his teacher's body, a cold voice said, "Dammit, now if this doesn't beat all!"