Chapter 9
Janet pulled then towel around her shoulders and managed to get most of the water off her. Then she briskly rubbed her tits and found that she was still turned on by what Bill had done to her. He was a strange person, but then he always had been. But what did it make her--to have responded to his weirdness?
She shrugged it off as she drew the towel lovingly between her legs and across her pussy lips. The feeling building up in her body was one of total horniness. She had been able to get off on the rape-fucking he had meted out to her, but she still felt some of the residual lust in her body. The stroking across her snatch with the fluffy, soft towel turned her on again.
For a moment, she debated whether or not she should continue to masturbate like this. The feelings mounting inside her urged her to complete the job she'd started. And then she thought of Ron up in his room, probably awake by now -and probably with a hard-on just waiting for her.
She knew a man's cock was infinitely better than anything she could do for herself with a towel. She hastily dressed and almost ran to the elevator. Glancing at her watch, Janet knew they wouldn't have all that much time. The picnic outside of , town was scheduled and she wanted to be sure she attended. Not only the other class members would be there, but her old teachers as well.
Janet's view of teachers had changed drastically. She now knew that most of them had been only a few years older than the students they'd taught. She had thought they were old hags and ready for Social Security when they. had been in their mid-twenties. That meant most of them might still be around and only in their mid-thirties. Not that old at all.
And Mr. Elliot!
She remembered with some embarrassment and fondness the dreams she had had about that man. She had gone to sleep many a night wondering what he would be him in bed. She had rubbed her snatch and felt the tremors of real desire mount inside her, but they had been frustrated. The man seemed to think she didn't exist. He would call on her in class and she would freeze up with nervousness. She didn't even know if he was still at the school, but if he was, she wanted to meet him.
Janet really wanted to do more than that with him.
The hominess mounted inside her to the point where she could hardly stand it. She couldn't wait for the picnic.
Janet wandered around the picnic area seeing old friends, talking with them and generally trying to look very casual.
And she was able to set her sights on Mr. Elliot. The man appeared a lot younger than she'd thought he would. She revised her opinion and considered him to be only around five years older than she. When she was seven teen, that had been a hell of a big gap to bridge; it was virtually an entire generation then. But now, they had more in common than she did with some of her classmates.
Every time she drifted toward him, something intervened and she found herself talking with someone else.
Finally, after almost giving up hope, she saw him approaching her. She had been trailing him around all afternoon with no luck and now he had almost fallen into her lap.
"Hi, Mr. Elliot," she said.
"Jim. Call me Jim, please. You've graduated. You're entitled. In fact, I wish you had been entitled while you were in school. You'll never know how horny I got sitting up there at the front of class and seeing you in the back of the room."
"Why, Mr. El -Jim! I didn't know you even noticed me!"
"Shit, baby, how I could have missed you is the question. You were a fine-looking lady even when you were in that gawky teenaged stage we all go through. I just wish I'd had the nerve to proposition you then."
"Do you have the nerve now?" she asked, her eyes dancing with glee. It pleased her that the man had remembered her. It flattered her ego and made her feel like a real woman.
"Yes, dear lady, I do. Let's go into the woods for a small stroll, we can commune with nature, perhaps see a couple bunnies and then emulate them by fucking like rabbits amid the green, green grass."
"You do have the nerve," she said and laughed.
"I did when you were a senior, too, but I'm not stupid. If we'd gotten it on then, I'd have been fired for sure, and it probably would have been your, shall we say, virgin cruise on the waters of sexual excitement?"
"You've got it right, Jim," she said, snuggling into the circle of his arm as they wandered away from the volleyball game in progress. She knew they had a more interesting ballgame in mind. And it made her weak and watery in the twat just thinking about it.
As soon as they were far enough away from the others, Jim pulled her down to a soft, mossy area under a tree and said, "Only you could have made this scene more lovely. Oh, how beautiful you are. It's almost a desecration to do this!"
He bent down and kissed her gently. She reached out and ran her fingers through his hair and pulled his head to hers, crushing his lips passionately against her. He responded immediately and returned the kiss in kind. His tongue snaked out and began dueling with hers. Their oral organs tumbled and twisted around each other until they were both breathing heavily.
Janet hadn't bothered to wear a bra, something Jim found out immediately. His hands cupped her ample breasts and began kneading one mound of doughy titflesh until Janet's back arched and thrust it firmly into his hand.
She panted hotly, "Yes, Jim, yes! That's exactly what I want. Show me how to do it right! Teach me!"
"I will, my lovely lass, I will!"
He shoved up her thin blouse until her snowy white cones of boob were visible, and then he dived down on them, making gobbling noises as he devoured them. She sighed and let his rough tongue work its magic all over her smoothly fleshed tits. When he spiraled all the way around her breast to the very tip of it, he found her nipple hard and erect. Immediately, he sucked it between his demanding lips. His teeth gently gnawed at the aroused pebble of flesh and made the woman moan in sheer joy.
The delight lancing down in her chest made every single breath she took feel like napalm going into her lungs. But his eager mouth stimulated her and caused her pussy to run out a steady stream of its lubricants.
"Please, Jim, I need that mouth of yours down lower. Eat my cunt!"
He hiked up her skirt and said, "I don't fucking believe this! She isn't wearing any panties either! This is super! God, you're just like a couple of the chicks I have in my classes now, but you put out and they don't!"
The words rattled around inside the woman's head for a moment, and she finally realized he had propositioned the chicks in his classes and they had turned him down. She felt she should have been insulted at this comparison, but she was too turned on to get up and stalk off. She wanted him worse than she'd ever wanted a man before.
"Fuck me!" she cried.
"Not so loud, honey. We're not more than a couple hundred yards from the picnic area."
"Then fuck me and keep me quiet that way!"
"I wish they were all so easy to please," he said and laughed, his hands pushing her thighs wider apart. He rolled on top of her, and she locked her thighs around his waist to make sure he didn't leave until he had satisfied her.
The blonde gasped as his rigid, meaty stalk of cock prodded into her agitated pussy lips. She shuddered and knew that it wouldn't take much to get her off. She had been working out all her frustrations with Ron and Bill. She had enjoyed both of them, but she needed a man, a real man to make her forget what they had done to her.
"Stuff it all the way up my belly! Ram it hard until it touches my tonsils!"
"You want it, you're going to get it!" he grunted, his hips levering forward. She gasped as she felt his long, hard prick filling her tight chasm of desire. Her cunt walls had been tightly clenched and weren't ready for such a sudden intrusion. She felt as if she were a virgin again and was just losing her cherry.
"Tight," he said in approval, "and there's nothing I like better than that!"
She sobbed now, the feelings in her pussy passing throughout her body. It was as if melted lead had puddled in her belly and warmed her entirely. The electric spark of fucking had yet to race up her spine and bring her totally alive. But she expected it at any second. The pulsating. power of the man's cock wasn't to be denied.
He slipped out of her slick interior and paused when his cockhead was just inside her delicately scalloped pink inner cunt lips. He rolled his hips in a circle to tantalize her, then corkscrewed his way back into her seething pussy.
"Yesssss," she hissed. "That's the way I love it. Give me more of that cock of yours! Give it all to me!"
He did. He fucked her with long, smooth strokes that rapidly built up her passions. She was struggling in a passionate embrace under his pinning weight. Her legs squeezed tightly around his waist and kept him on course. The man's cock pleased her and this was just the medicine she needed.
Janet's mind began to wander as he fucked her harder, faster, deeper. She wondered what he would have been like ten years ago, when she was a senior in his class. Jim Elliot had to be something of a prodigy to get through college in such a short time. But five-years then had seemed like an eternity in difference. Now it was nothing.
But to have fucked Mr. Elliot then would have opened up the world of sex to her years before she actually got up the nerve to lose her useless cherry. If only Mr. Elliot had taken her cherry. She would have been eternally grateful to him. As it was, he had still come to her aid at an appropriate time. The way her pussy sang a song of joy from the friction of his racing cock against her hot cunt walls told the story. The burning desire mounted in her, and she began writhing about around the thick spike of his impaling cock.
"God," he muttered, "you're so damn tight around me. Feels like a surgeon's glove filled with lava or something. And the way it grips at my cock! I can't stand it anymore!"
His hips raced in a frantic fucking fury that shook the woman to the roots of her being. She opened her sex-glazed eyes and saw the limbs of the tree over head. She thought she could see a few white clouds drifting lazily, but she closed her eyes again before she could be positive.
The thrill of the fucking was almost at the breaking point in her body. His heavy, hard fucking was pushing her toward the brink of orgasm slowly and surely.
"Can't hold on," he grunted. "Just can't. Pussy's too hot and tight around my dork!"
And she felt the sweet surge of his come into her twat. Her tender fuck tunnel crushed down hard on his spewing cock and then it was all over. Janet had never felt any man get his rocks off so fast and then melt inside her.
"Whew," Jim Elliot said, rising up above her body and looking down into her face, "that's a pussy you've got there, girl."
Something snapped inside her. He must know she didn't come. The desires locked inside her body seemed doomed to stay there.
"Eat my pussy," she demanded. "I've got to get off or I'll go crazy from lust! I'll be terminally horny!"
He looked at her as if she'd suggested something totally unclean. "Don't be ridiculous, Janet. I just came in that pussy. I'm not going to eat it with my own jism in it!"
The teacher rose and stuffed his prick back into his fly and zipped up. "I'd better get back right away. I'm on the entertainment committee and they might be looking for me."
"Yeah," she said bitterly, "go find someone to entertain."
He laughed and this made her even madder. At least she had gotten off in a big way with Bill. With Jim Elliot, her fantasy lover-teacher, she had only gotten started. She felt cheated -and hornier than hell.