Chapter 3
When Sally went to school the next day, she noticed there was an announcement for a faculty meeting. It bothered her to have to stay at a faculty meeting after school. However, her mind was taken away from that the moment Fred walked up to her.
"Hi, teach,", Fred winked.
With another student watching, she had to take great care.
"Couldn't we talk later?" she whispered.
"If you say so."
The other student fortunately had gone on. She felt relieved.
"I'll see you after school, Fred. I have a faculty meeting. So I'll be rather late."
"It's worth waiting for, teach," he smiled.
Just the way he said that made her itch all over. She wanted to scratch, and this sudden urge to scratch upset her. She began scratching her neck, and he noticed this.
"Are you nervous, teach?" Fred smiled.
"Yes, damn it, I am," she told him frankly.
Now, she was getting more disgusted than ever before. Fred was becoming increasingly difficult.
Finally, when she did get to her classroom, she noticed there was a guard in the hall. This, bothered her no end.
"What are you doing here?" she asked the guard.
"Protecting you teachers," he smiled. "The place is like a fort, isn't it."
"Well, I guess it is," she said, "is it that bad."
"It is," he assured her.
She went into the classroom and another student followed that annoyed her. He was a blonde-haired kid, and had a confident, almost-sarcastic way about him.
"How are you today, teach?" he smiled.
"I feel safer," she told him, "with a guard around here."
He looked at her and shrugged.
"Oh, if we gang up on that guard, he won't be any problem," he said.
That much caused her to bristle. It was disgusting, she thought to herself, that these loudmouthed kids could run things the way they were doing it. Yet, there was little that she could do about it. So, she said nothing.
"Hi," another boy smiled. She didn't even look at him. She was becoming increasingly disgusted and nervous. A fear flashed through her, that somehow she had made a big mistake. She wished that she had not gotten involved. Yet she had, and this annoyed her no end.
Now, as she began the class for the day, the students all looked at her as if they were ready to lurch. Maybe it was the fear that the guard standing at the door instilled in her.
"This place is like a fort," she snapped. "I think it's disgusting, that we have to have guards in the schools."
The bell rang, and the students were rising to take the pledge to the flag. She led the pledge to the flag, and when she finished she was ready to begin teaching her English course.
"Carolyn," she began, "what is the first thing that I want to teach you about writing?"
"I don't know."
"Carolyn, if you'd listen to me when I give instructions, you would know."
"Greg," she asked, "could you tell me what is the first thing that I told you about writing?"
Greg looked puzzled. He was confused, and nervous about not being able to answer.
"Greg, speak up."
Greg looked at her evasively.
"I don't know, teach."
"Alright, class, I'll tell you again. But, make a note of this in your notebooks, please."
Just then there was a rumpus in the hall, and the guard went charging down the hall. All of a sudden the students in the classroom leaped to their feet, and rushed to the door to see what was happening.
"Oh, look at Tommy go," Greg smiled. "I guess he was after some of his fix money."
"Fix money?" she asked.
"Why, sure, teach," he laughed. "Tommy is in need of money. He can't get it any other way, so he hangs out in the restroom and if a kid comes in there, he holds them up. He's an addict, and he has to get the shot."
"That's too bad."
"Aw, no it isn't," Greg chuckled. "Tommy's a no-good bastard."
"Greg, stop talking like that."
"Well, it's only the truth," he said. "Everybody knows it."
"Greg, I'd like to speak to you after school today."
"No, teach, I can't stay. I've got a paper route."
"Alright, I'll give you some homework. Thirty extra pages of reading."
"Alright, I'll do it."
A ripple of laughter went across the classroom, as they realized how little Greg meant what he had said.
Finally, she got down to the lesson.
"Students, I want you to write about the most interesting experience you have ever had. I want you to please try very hard, to make this so interesting, that you will enjoy doing your writing.'
A little girl looked up and the teacher asked "Paulette, what's got you uptight?"
Dark-haired Paulette looked at her and said nervously, "I haven't had anything interesting happen to me."
"Well, you will someday," the teacher replied.
"Sure you will," Greg told her. "Somebody's gonna fuck you sometime, honey. Of course, itl! be in the dark with a gunny-sack over your head."
"Greg, how dare you talk that way?" the teacher demanded, angrily.
"Oh, I'm sorry, teach," he said. "No harm intended."
She knew she didn't dare make too big a fuss about it, because if she did, there would always be the problem of having it held against her, for not being able to control the students. This was the thing that always disgusted her. Why was it always her fault? She became angry as she thought about it, and she made up her mind that the only thing to do was to play it cool, and take care of everything in the classroom.
She was succeeding quite well in handling her problems. Yet now and then there were students who were difficult. She allowed the students twenty minutes to write. Then, when it was over, she asked each student to be able to get up and give the story that they had written.
Paulette was raising her hand, and she decided perhaps she should give her a chance to be first.
"Alright, Paulette, if you want to be first, you can be first."
Paulette seemed relieved and she walked up toward the front of the classroom. She kept a very straight face, not in any way giving any clue to what she had in mind.
"Go ahead, Paulette," the teacher told her when she hesitated.
"Alright, teach," Paulette smiled, "you asked for it."
Then she cleared her throat and went on.
"The most interesting thing that ever happened to me was when the old man ate my pussy. I really enjoyed it."
"Why, Paulette," the teacher said hotly. "How dare you speak that way?"
Just then the guard stuck his head in the door and asked her, "Miss Terry, could you step out in the hall a minute?"
"Why, yes, of course I could."
Momentarily forgetting what Paulette was doing, the teacher went out to speak with the guard.
The guard looked at her and said, "Do you know that kid's last name?"
"What kid are you referring to?" she asked him.
"I mean that crazy kid, Tommy, who raced down the hall a few minutes ago. I caught him trying to knock a kid out in the bathroom, so he could get enough money to get his fix."
"How disgusting," she said angrily.
Then, she went back to the classroom and tried to continue the course. It was difficult, with all of the kids making such a racket.
By the time the day was over, she was hardly ready for the principal and the faculty meeting.
She hurried off to the faculty meeting, and the principal was eager to tell everything that he could that was wrong with the school.
"Faculty," he began angrily, "there are so many things wrong with this school, I don't know where to begin. But, I will try anyway. I think it's terrible, when a young person has to be confiscating property to get money for a fix. It's a terrible thing, when a teacher has to fear rape when a student stays after school. It's a vile thing, when a child will hold up another child in the restroom to get funds for dope."
Everyone was solemn and grave now as the principal ranted on. By the time it was all over, she was plenty glad to leave the school. And, she was eager to just walk out and not even see the student that she had told to stay after school for acting up. She thought she was home free, until she got to the parking lot. There, he was standing.
"Good afternoon, teach," he began.
"Good afternoon, Fred."
Now, he was looking at her angrily.
"Why did you keep me waiting so long?"
"Fred," she snapped indignantly. "I just can't be waiting for you. I have other people that are dependent on me. I had to go to a faculty meeting tonight. I suppose that might come as a big surprise to you."
"Sorry, teach," he said quickly, "but, I really don't appreciate your attitude."
She got into her car, and just at that moment the history teacher walked by.
"Good evening, Jeff," she smiled.
"Well, good evening. I see you have a student friend following you."
Jeff gave a look at Fred and nodded.
"Hi, there," Fred said, and tried to evade Jeff's eyes. It was obvious they were both intent on the same woman.
Now, Sally was in the middle and it bothered her. The problems were many, and the teacher did not know how to resolve them. However, she finally decided that the sensible thing to do was speak to the student. He could do the most damage.
"Fred, come over here," the teacher smiled.
Fred walked over to the teacher.
"Yes, what do you want?"
"I want you," she whispered. "Call me tonight. You have my number."
She left, and as she drove off, the history teacher looked at her. And, he knew very well she was going to have sex with that young student. He thought possibly he could get the information out of Fred.
"Hey, boy, you making out with the teacher?"
"I wouldn't tell you if I was," Fred said reluctantly.
Then, he walked away.
By the time she got home, she was weary. The last thing she cared about was sex. The first thing she did was take a drink. Then she took a shower and after that, relaxed. She was just beginning to feel good when the phone rang.
"Hello," she began, "Fred?"
"Yes, teacher," he began. "Are you ready to ball?"
"Could you use a little tact."
"What's that, teach?"
"I guess I never taught you that," she said. "It's being subtle. Not being so direct. You might say you wanted to come over here and talk to me.
"That wouldn't be true, teach," Fred chuckled. "I want to come over and ball you. Or, maybe eat your cunt out."
That really disgusted her.
"I hope you're calling from a phone booth," she said nervously.
"No, I'm calling from my room."
"On an extension phone?"
"Yes, on an extension phone."
"Well, love, that can be dangerous."
As she thought about the truth of the matter, she realized that he was just a kid, and the safest thing was to get him over as fast as possible, and then give him a talking to.
"Fred," she said quietly, "when can you make it?"
"Right away," he said quickly.
It didn't take long then for him to make hit decision to get over there. After he hung up the phone, he went downstairs and his father said, "Who was that you were talking to?"
"Oh, nobody," he said.
"Oh, yes, it was," his mother said. "No doubt some mysterious girl in your life. Why don't you tell us who it is, son?"
"Leave him alone, mom," his father said quickly. "You don't have any right to pry into what Fred is doing."
"Oh, yes, I do," his mother said quickly, "I certainly do. I don't want him getting into trouble."
"I'm not getting into trouble," he assured her.
It didn't take long for him to get out of his home. Then he was eager to get to the teacher's house. All the time he walked there, he thought about her. What a sexy, gorgeous woman she was. And how much he would enjoy balling her. When he walked in the door, she looked at him eagerly.
"Fred, I hope you didn't tell anyone you were coming over here."
"No, teacher, you don't have to worry about me."
She walked across the room, and he watched her as she went in her see-through negligee.
"You've certainly got a beautiful shape, I'll tell you that."
He looked at her, and she looked at him. The two of them were getting turned on with each other.
"You know, you've got a good body," she smiled, "and I would just love to see you naked."
Now, she was eager to undress him.
"Do you want to undress me?" Fred asked, just like that.
"Why, yes," she said, "I would love to."
Then, she went over to him and smilingly she unfastened his shirt, then unfastened his belt. She slid down his pants and saw the huge cock swelling in his shorts.
"You're real horny tonight, aren't you, honey?"
"You'd better believe it," he assured her.
Now, he was eager to display himself for her approval.
Soon, she slid down his shorts and his huge cock popped out. The sight of its naked flesh intrigued her.
"You've got quite a cock, haven't you, honey?"
"You bet I have," he said. "And, I want you to suck it off for me, too."
"I'll suck everything off for you," she told him, "but you've got to promise me one thing."
"What's that?"
"Under no circumstances ever tell anybody. If anybody knew that we were having sex, it would he too bad."
"You don't have to worry," he assured her.
Now, she was becoming fascinated with the ?dea of sucking on the meaty head of the prick. And, he was just as eager to strip her.
"Take that negligee off," he told her quickly.
She slid out of the negligee, and stood before him naked. Her breasts stood up, and he looked at her proudly.
"Oh, what a pair of knockers you've got," he said, as his hands automatically leaped up to play with them. His fingertips touched the end of her nipples. The nipples became instantly erect.
"Oh, honey, those are what I call good sucking titties."
She reached down to grasp his mainstem. As she grasped his tool, an electrical spark flashed through her.
"Honey," she said, "I really dig that dick."
"I'm glad you do," he told her happily, "and I want you to really do some sucking tonight."
"I'll suck you the way you've never been sucked," she assured him.
Then, she took him by the hand and led him into the bedroom. When she got to the bedroom she turned and asked him, "Baby, do you drink?"
"A little," he said, not wanting to act like an immature boy.
She went back to the living room and brought drinks to the bedroom. When she poured the vodka, he looked at her and said, "Not too much."
"Alright, just enough."
She poured them both a couple of vodka drinks, and then they sipped them.
All the time she was drinking, she was stroking his huge shaft. The sight of his shaft turned her on. Then, she suggested something.
"You see that mirror over there?"
"Yes," he replied.
"Well, I want you to watch. There's something about watching that really turns a person on."
"Is that right?" he asked eagerly.
"Yes, baby, that's right."
She arranged his body when she got into bed so his legs were straddling her face.
"You like this position?" he smiled down at her.
As she looked up and saw his huge shaft over her mouth, and the crack of his ass and his dangling balls, she loved being between his hot young thighs.
"This is the most beautiful place in the world to be, Fred," she assured him. Then she reached up and gripped him. Now, he could see what she wanted.
"Suck my tool off," he told her.
"First, love, I want to treat you to something real different."
"Different?" the young boy asked the teacher.
"Yes, Fred, I want to lick your ass-crack."
"My ass-hole?" he demanded, amazed. "You mean, you want to stick your tongue ud there?"
"I sure do," she told him. "That's a beautiful way to make it."
"Why, I never heard of anybody doing that," he said quickly.
"Well, it's about time you did," she assured him.
Now, she was eager to get her action.
"Honey, after I've licked your ass out and sucked on those balls, you'll go wild when I suck on your prick."
Now, he spread out so his ass-cheeks were right over her face.
"It makes me feel real funny to have you do this to me."
"It doesn't have to, darling," the teacher told the student. "This is fun fucking."
Now, her hands were on his ass-cheeks, and her mouth was even with his buttocks. Suddenly she let her tongue slide up the ass-hole and she went to town.
"Oh, baby, that's beautiful," he panted. "That's what I like. Keep it up, oh yes, lick my butt, baby, yes, I like that. Oh, yes, lick ass, lick ass, baby. That's what I want. Ohhh, ahhh, baby, yes, suck ass, lick ass. Ohhh!"
The young student was going out of his mind as the teacher sucked eagerly away at his ass-hole. It wasn't taking her very long. The more she sucked, the more excited he became.
"Ohh, ahh, yes, baby, yes. Keep that up, keep it up, baby. That's beautiful, keep it up!"
Now, the hot tongue jabbed up the ass-hole and the excitement built. He reached for his pecker and began pulling his meat.
"Oh, stick that tongue up there," he begged her eagerly. "Stick it up there, oh yes, baby, do it, do it, baby, do it!"
Now, he was flipping out of his mind. The hot passionate excitement he felt at this point, was almost taking him to the brink of orgasm.
"Ohh, ahh, yes, baby, yea. Lick ass, suck ass, that's it, baby, suck ass. Ohhh, ahhh, yes, yes, suck ass. Ohhh, yes, sock ass, suck ass, baby. Do it, baby, do it!"
The pleasure was building to a passionate pitch, and his ass was wiggling all over the bed. She let her tongue slide up there, and she became excited as she did it. Now, she liked the sight of his balls, and she wanted to suck on them, too. She let her tongue slip out of his ass-hole, and the balls dropped to her mouth.
"Let me suck on your balls," she told the young boy.
Fred frankly was excited and intrigued at what she was doing. It seemed he couldn't get enough of her. Suddenly, her mouth opened and he accommodated himself by letting his balls slip inside.
"Ohhh, ahhh, yes, teacher, yes. Suck those balls, suck those balls. Oh, yes, teacher, that's what I like. Keep doing it, baby, keep doing it!"
The pleasure that she felt was almost too much.
Now, she was eager to get the huge shaft in her mouth, so she could have something to suck on.
"Oh, Fred," she told him, "Let me suck that cock."
Fred released his hand clasp on his prick and let her suck it into her mouth. As the huge shaft slid down her throat, she became more and more stimulated.
"Ohhh, ahhh, yes, baby, yes. Keep that up," he panted. "That's beautiful. Ohhh, ahhh, yes, baby, yes, keep doing it!"
Now, the passionate pleasure was building, and she could hardly stand it any more.
"Ohhh, ahhh, yes, baby, yes. Keep it up, keep it up, baby. That's what I like!"
The pleasure that she was experiencing as the hot shaft slid down her throat, was almost more than she could stand. Fred was shaking and trembling now. His body was perspiring, and his hands gripped her head as he guided his dick down her throat.
"Suck that cock," he demanded. "Suck it off. Suck that prick!"
The passionate pleasure he was feeling as his cock drove down her throat was almost more than he could stand, and it was nearing climax quickly.
"Oh, suck that cock, suck it, baby, suck it, suck that prick, baby, suck it. Ohhh, ahhh, yes baby, yes, suck that dick! Suck it, suck it!"
Suddenly, the huge cock exploded in her mouth, and the juices splashed down her throat.
"Ohhh, ahhh, yes, baby, yes, suck it, suck it off. Suck it, baby, suck it!"
She sucked eagerly as the hot juices flooded her mouth. She swallowed his sperm.
"Ohhh, ahhh, yes, baby, yes. That's what I like. Keep it up, baby, keep it up, baby. Ohh, ahh!"
Gently he eased his pecker out of her mouth, and some of the cum dribbled on her lips.
"You like that, teacher?" he smiled slowly.
"Of course, I did," she told him. "And you know it."
As she lay there sprawled out, he was eager to eat her, too.
"You've got a nice pussy, teach," he told her happily. "And I'm gonna eat it."
He meant what he said, for he went right down there between her legs and began lapping away. As he lapped away joyfully at her snatch, her hands fingered his hair.
"Suck my cunt," she told Fred. "Suck it for me, baby, suck me!"
The hot tongue slid up the teacher's twat, and eagerly he flipped it all around inside of her.
"Ohh, that feels good to me," she gasped excitedly. "Oh, yes, that's beautiful!"
Now, the teacher's thighs were enclosed around him. As her legs embraced his neck, he liked the hot feel of them.
"Ohhh, baby, eat my pussy," she told him. "Eat it, eat it for me, eat it, baby. Yes, yes, eat my snatch!"
Eagerly the student's tongue lapped away at the teacher's vagina. He loved the sight of her triangle. He loved the pubic hairs and even the smell of the area. There was something about her, in this intimate manner with his tongue slipping around inside her twat, that made him adore her. She could tell it, as he made sucking sounds, loud.
"Suck that snatch," she told him. "Suck it for me, suck it, baby, suck it!"
While he sucked away, his hands were free to wander over her smooth body. They went up to grip her breasts. She loved the feel of his hands playing on her breasts. Then, his fingertips began working on the nipples.
"Ohhhh, Fred, that's beautiful," the teacher smiled. "Oh, yes, love me, love me, baby, love me!"
The love that the teacher felt at this moment for Fred was something strange and wonderful. Never before had anyone given her such truly sincere devotion. The tongue jabbing up there produced electrical waves of excitement that shook through her.
"I'm cuming," she panted. "I'm cuming."
She was, too, and as she gushed into the student's eager mouth, he lapped her juices up.
When he had finished eating her snatch, he raised his face off her.
"It tasted good to me," he nodded and smiled.
"I'm glad, baby," she nodded quietly. "Real glad."
Now, he was getting eager for something to eat.
"You know, I'm hungry," he told her. "I don't know why. But, I'm real hungry."
The teacher understood, for she had had enough sex with enough men to know that after having wild sex, food seems like a necessity.
"I'll fix you something real good."
She went to the kitchen, and decided she might as well fix him a steak. She got a steak out and put it in the broiler. While it was .cooking, she poured him some wine. Sipping their wine, and still remaining naked, he looked at her body.
"You know, you've really got a shape, teach. I've got to hand it to you."
"Why, thank you, Fred."
"Well, don't thank me," Fred chuckled. "Thank Mom Nature. She's the one who gave you that swell form."
"You flatter me," she said.
Now, the steak was nearly ready. She went to the broiler, and brought it back to the table. Somehow it struck Fred as funny that she was stark naked as she went over to the stove. He burst ouv laughing. She turned and asked him, what he was laughing at, and almost burned her hands.
"Quit asking me," he told her, "it isn't that important. Watch what you're doing. That's my steak you've got in your hands."
"Aren't you going to worry about me?" she demanded. "I almost burned myself."
"Well, if you'd pay attention to what you're doing, you wouldn't;"
She had no answer to that, because she knew it was the truth. She took the steak over to the table and served it on a plate. As he ate the steak, he knew she was a remarkably good cook.
"That tastes real good, honey," he told her quickly.
Now, she was watching him chew his food, and she thought about the fact that this would give him more strength to have more sex with her.
"Fred," she reminded him, "you'll never tell anybody about us, will you?"
"Not as long as you keep fucking me, teach."
"Of course, I'll keep having sex with you, Fred."
"And my buddy, Dale."
"Your buddy Dale?" she said, dropping her jaw.
"Why, yes," he told her, "we always share everything we have."
"Well, I'm not something you have. I'm someone you have sex with, but I'm hardly a possession of yours."
"That's what you think," he laughed. "I'm gonna fuck you all I want to."
She was really disgusted at the thought that she would have to have sex with another student. She wanted to confine it to him. But he was making it impossible.
"Fred, that's not fair that you are going to share me with another student."
"Well, is it fair for you to be taking advantage of me?"
She looked daggers at him.
"How dare you talk that way to me!" she complained. "You know what I've been to you."
He laughed and said, "What have you been, teach?"
"A good friend of yours, that's all."
"You've been a nice piece of ass," he laughed, "and that's all."
Now, she was getting the true picture, of how he really felt about her. It was disgusting her no end.
"Fred, I have no respect for you."
"Well, teach, do you think I have any respect for you?" the young student demanded.
"Well, I should think so," she said abruptly. "After all, I'm a teacher."
"As well as a molester."
"Fred, quit calling me names."
"Look, get off my back. You know what you are, and so do I. You're a nympho fucker, and you're a child molester."
"Well then, why do you want anything to do with me if I'm that bad?" she demanded.
"Because I enjoy fucking you, that's why. But, technically, that's what you are."
The teacher now was in tears. She ran away from the table and into the bedroom.
It didn't stop Fred from finishing his steak. He ate it slowly, enjoying every bit of it. He also drank his wine, and then he walked into the bedroom and asked her, "Do you expect me to react to that?"
"What do you mean?"
"You know," he said. "You're trying to make me feel guilty. That's what you're doing. And, it won't work."
"You don't have any conscience at all, do you ? "
"A stiff prick doesn't have any conscience."
She looked at him and told him, "I wish you'd go."
"Why?"
"Please don't ask me, Fred."
Fred looked at her lying there. Her breasts looked so appealing, and his eyes glanced down to her vagina. He wanted to thrust his cock into her.
"Come on, give me a fuck."
She didn't want to, and she wasn't afraid to make it known.
"No, Fred, no." She rolled over on her stomach, and when she rolled over her stomach, he got a good look at her behind. The flesh of her buttocks appealed to him.
"I want to fuck your ass-hole," he told her blankly.
"Alright, fuck it."
He was surprised that she didn't put up a fuss. Then he straddled her hips.
"You're not going to do it without any grease, are you?"
"Aw, I don't want to use any."
He got off the bed and started to put on his clothes.
"Why are you so difficult, Fred?"
He looked at her and said, "Aw, I'm sick and tired of women who make trouble for me. I've gone out with a lot of chicks. Neat chicks, and they're all the same. They won't do this, they won't do that. It's disgusting."
"Fred, maybe you're disgusting."
He walked over to her, and pulling his belt out of his pants, slapped her ass-cheeks hard.
"Stop that!" she gasped. "Stop that, you beast!"
Now, he was so uptight that he could hardly stand it.
"I'll do any damn thing I please."
"Oh, stop it, Fred."
Finally, Fred did stop, and he stood there glancing down at his huge erection. Why his cock had jumped out like this, he couldn't understand. Yet there it was, hard and huge.
"You know, that turned me on," he said aloud, almost as if talking to himself.
"I guess it's because you're warped and twisted."
"Do you think so?" he smiled.
"Why, do you want to be a sex beast?" she demanded.
"Not a bad idea," he chuckled.
"Oh, you good-for-nothing," she said.
Then he began stroking his rod, and she tightened her muscles in her ass, fearing that he might indeed be a young sadist, willing to torture her to derive a moment's pleasure. The more he stroked his tool, the hotter he became. Now, his hand was pumping quickly. He kept looking at her ass and reaching out, he began massaging it with one hand while he pumped his cock with the other.