Chapter 3

The second week in school went much easier than the first. Since this was Tricia's first full year teaching she did get some pretty rough classes, but that was to be expected. She was learning to cope quite nicely, even with two or three tough boys who seemed determined to test her to see how much they could get away with. She found the job challenging.

What caused her most concern, funnily enough, wasn't any of her students or classes.

It was Charlie Peters, the guy she'd given the blowjob of his life. She worried that he'd talk, spread stories about her, give her a reputation before she was known in the community for anything else. What a way to make a name for herself, right off the bat. The best cocksucker in town.

She had left the Fletcher's party with him after only just meeting him, after all. Several people had noticed them leaving together, including Mr. and Mrs. Fletcher and her fellow rookies at the school. Al Banks and Clay Rogers. What if they began to talk. What if they found out that she had spent the night at his place? What was worse, what if Peters himself told them? She wouldn't put it past him.

She blushed deeply whenever she thought back on what she'd done with him. The blow-job especially embarrassed her. It wasn't letting herself be seduced that bothered her. It was the way she'd taken things into her own hands the next morning, using her mouth on him like a pro. Better than a pro, probably. She'd acted like a real slut. At least that's the way she thought of it as the week progressed.

One thing in particular had stuck in her mind. After she'd sucked him off, after she'd milked out all his jism and he'd rolled over for another hour's sleep, she'd gone into the bathroom to clean up. Only she hadn't cleaned up, not right away. She'd stared at herself in the mirror for the better part of fifteen minutes before stepping into the shower.

The cum on her face had fascinated her. The thick stripe of white up the center of her face and the one up the right side had shone weirdly in the light. The jism matting her eyelashes together had looked like a Christmas decoration. And then, of course, there was all the jism oozing from her mouth and smearing her cheeks and nose and chin.

It was hard to believe that she'd clutched his cock in her fist and smudged all his cum all over her face on purpose. But she'd done it. Even Charlie was amazed, and he had probably been to bed with every kind of girl he could conquer. It was just something that had felt good at the time. Something she'd wanted to do desperately. Why couldn't she just leave it at that and forget it?

Maybe it was because she'd been brought up to think that all such behavior was dirty. Her parents had been very strict. It was wrong to have sex of any kind before marriage, they'd taught her. Later, she'd picked up details. Sex was for getting children. Only one position was permissible, with the wife on her back and her husband on top. To touch a man down below his neck with your mouth was a sin.

Of course she had dumped most of these notions over the years. She had had some experience, especially in teachers' college. But the other day with Peters had been the first time she'd really let herself go with a man. It was the first time she'd taken matters into her own hands. It was certainly the first time she'd so completely enjoyed a hot blowjob.

Was she turning into some kind of slut or nympho, or was she simply beginning to enjoy her new life and her new freedom? She wasn't sure. She was still kind of confused. She enjoyed the sex a great deal, but she still had tremendous guilt over it. Maybe her parents were right. Maybe she should just settle down, get married. That might solve the problem.

Which brought her for the moment back to Charlie Peters. Did she really want to marry someone like him? Did she even want him as a boyfriend? He really was such a creep. It was too bad he was good in bed. The way he had fucked her every which way and made her come and come and come.

As the weekend approached, she found herself wondering if he would phone her. She'd not sought him out all week, thinking that he should come to her. Besides, she still felt a weird shyness whenever she thought of him, in spite of what they'd done together. She wondered how she'd react when she first saw him and whether or not she would act naturally.

On Friday morning, Al Banks asked her out. He was a pleasant fellow who had also just started teaching, and they probably had a lot in common. But to her surprise she put him off, saying she thought that she had a date already. She would let him know later in the day, if that was okay. He smiled pleasantly and said that was fine by him.

She didn't have a date, of course, and was perfectly free to go out with whomever she pleased. But in the back of her mind she was still expecting Charlie Peters to call on her. After last weekend, she felt a strange kind of loyalty toward him, even though deep down she didn't care for him that much. When he still hadn't dropped by to see her by three o'clock, she headed down the hall to his classroom.

She had no idea what she wanted to say to him, but as it turned out she didn't get the chance to talk to him at all. Just as she approached his classroom door she heard voices, and stepping back so that she wouldn't be seen, she watched Peters and the girls'

Physical Education teacher, Miss Tate, stroll off down the hall. They were speaking softly and laughing and Tricia got the impression that they definitely didn't want to be disturbed.

She went off in a huff, feeling foolish for even thinking of Peters at all. He was a womanizer. She'd picked up that much from snaps of overheard conversation throughout the week. Why should she even bother with him? Then she remembered turning Al Banks down, and she rushed off to his classroom, completely ashamed of herself.

She'd managed to break her date, she said, was his offer still on? Of course, he told her, genuinely pleased. They made arrangements for that evening, and she rushed off through the empty halls feeling much better. She was pissed off with Peters, but she was determined to have a good time and forget about him. A night out with someone new would just do the trick.

And she did have a good time, Al picked her up in a car he'd rented for the evening and he took her to a quiet and romantic place for dinner. It turned out that they did have quite a lot in common, and they talked and laughed over their meal like old friends. They went on later to a loud nightclub and danced up a storm. As they walked out to his car in the late evening, Tricia was feeling very warm and content.

She didn't resist in the car when he kissed her hungrily. She didn't say anything when his hand found her tit and squeezed it tight. She moaned gently with pleasure and let her head roll from side to side. He unbuttoned her blouse and peeled back the two halves so that he could see her heavy tits in the half-light of the car.

"What beautiful tits. Tricia, honey, they're gorgeous," he praised. His palm came up under one of them and scooped her meaty tit flesh. His thumb found the stub of her nipple.

It was the first time she'd gone without a bra, and she was glad. It had felt so sexy, out on the dance floor, letting her big tits wobble and roll on her chest. She'd felt no trouble. He deserved it. He had been so nice. He had salvaged her day for her.

"I had no idea they were so big!" Al went on, moving his hand over to her other tit. "They're huge! And such beautiful nipples! Watch them grow! Look at them!"

Tricia smiled to herself, glad she was pleasing him. Without warning, he suddenly dipped his head and sucked one of her stiffening nipples into his mouth. He pressed it be- tween his lips, gnawing on it gently. His tongue ran around and around her nipple, raising it up high off its puffy circle of flesh. He began to suck hungrily, his mouth making wet noises on her tit.

"Baby, I think maybe we'd better get back to your place. You'll get too excited," she warned gently. She cradled his head in her hands while he sucked.

Suddenly she felt his hand crackling over the dry surface of her pantyhose, on her calf, over her knee, along her thigh. Her dress rode high up her leg as he felt her up. He touched her cunt through her panties and hose and she gave a little quiver and sighed. She slipped a little lower in her seat.

"Al, honey, I don't think this is the place ..." she murmured. They were parked on a quiet side street, but there was silver light beaming down on them from a corner streetlight.

"Mmmmmmmm," she moaned, and he was licking down across her deep cleavage now, kissing her springy tit flesh and searching out her other nipple. The first one stood up nearly an inch from her tit, like a fat thumb tip. It glistened with his saliva.

"Al, baby ..." she moaned.

His hand was inside her panties. He had burrowed under the tight elastic of her panties and hose, and she could feel his fingers rifling through her pubic hair. She closed her eyes and clutched him hard as his fingers found the moist slit of her cunt. He had a finger on each of her cuntlips and was prying them apart. Then with a third finger, he was delving inside.

"Oh, Al, honey," she groaned. She automatically spread her legs and gave his hand more room. His finger was deep inside her cunt and he was wriggling it about.

Tricia suddenly felt as though she was a very young girl on her third or fourth date. She'd missed out on a lot of dating, living with her strict parents. She'd never made it with a guy in a car. But she had a feeling that she was going to now. They were both getting too excited to be able to stop and wait until they got home.

"Tricia, you're so beautiful," he panted, suddenly spitting out her other hopelessly swollen nipple. That nipple, too, jutted up three quarters of an inch into the air. "I want to fuck you so bad."

He jacked his finger back and forth in her pants, imitating a cock. Thick, oily juice was sliding down her cunt walls and soaking his fingers. The pale silver lamplight shone down on her tits as they hung there, framed by her open blouse, her nipples casting long shadows across her skin. Her pretty blonde head was resting on the back of the seat. Her eyes were droopy with lust.

"Al, baby, maybe we'd better ..." she began, trying one last time to suggest that they go back to his place. But she knew it was hopeless. He was already back sucking one of her tits. Tricia let her hand fall into his lap, and she began squeezing and caressing the bulge of his cock and balls. She might as well face it. Al was probably going to try to fuck her right here in the front seat of the car. And she was going to let him.

Her long slender fingers found his zipper and pulled down. She fumbled with his belt and tugged open his pants. Then she reached into his shorts and found the steadily growing pole of his cock. She hauled it out into the open and began shucking up and down gently. His prick was seven inches long and growing, and his cockhead gleamed in the pale lamplight.

"Oh, yeah, oh, yeah," he grunted, again spitting out her hopelessly stiff nipple. He peered down into his lap, as if to check that what he felt was really happening. Sure enough, she was pumping his cock in her fist, jacking him off. He felt his balls churn in his crotch.

He was pushing her down on her seat, trying to make her lie down. He was deeply grateful to the rental company that full-size cars were all they'd had left when he visited them. His first choice would have been something sporty and small. This car had a wide bench seat up front. Tricia was already half on ner back, one sexy leg hooked over his thigh.

"I wanna fuck you. I wanna.fuck you so bad," he croaked. He struggled partway to his knees on the car seat, helped her thrust down his pants and shorts and clear his cock and balls from the tangles. Once his crotch was clear of clothes and his pants were down around his calves, she caught hold of his cock again and resumed shucking it up and down eagerly.

"Your cock is beautiful. I love it," she moaned. Her free hand cupped his dangling balls and squeezed them teasingly.

He had pulled his hand from her cunt and crotch while he got undressed. Now he reached down to circle her calves with his strong fingers. He ran his hands up the golden brown pantyhose covering her legs, lifting her dress at the same time. It rode past her knees and halfway up her slender thighs. He shoved it up until it was circling her tiny waist.

Then his fingers were at the waistbaind of her panties and hose. He was tugging down, then her flat golden belly came into view, and the top of the V of her crotch hair. She raised her ass obligingly and he hauled her pants down her thighs and past her knees. He paused for a moment to study the lovely tufted bush of her cunt.

"You're so lovely, so fucking lovely," he whispered. He stroked up and down her now naked thighs. Beneath her fleecy crotch hair, he could see the slightly split gash of her cunt. It was opening for him already, and a hint of moisture glistened inside.

She pumped his cock steadily, and it was a good nine inches long in the cradle of her fingers. Her knees hooked up onto the edge of the bench seat. She spread her legs as best she could. She stared up at him, her eyelids still droopy with longing. Her nipples stuck up off her wobbling tits like horny stubs of wood. She licked her lips and made her red mouth shine in the lamplight.

She would have liked to suck him. His cock looked thick and strong and beautiful and she would have loved to feel it fucking back and forth in her mouth. But she had the feeling that he wasn't going to last long, that it would only be a matter of minutes before he shot his load. And now that they'd come this far, she wanted his cock up her cunt. She was wet and hungry.

"Fuck me, Al. Shove your big cock inside me and fuck me raw," she whimpered. With her hand, she tilted his thick hard-on down, pointing the head at her hair-lined cunt. With her other hand, she now gripped her cuntlips, one undereach of her longer fingers. She pried her pussy open for him and showed him the gleaming pink flesh within.

There was a deep choking sound in his throat, and he lowered himself down between her scissored legs. He helped hold down his cock, which was so stiff it wanted to spring back up to attention, and together they slotted his huge prickhead between the gaping pink lips of her cunt. She nudged her hips upward, and caught his cockhead with her outer cuntlips. He let his weight fall onto her.

"Ohhhhhh! Ohhhhhh!" she groaned. His huge cock fucked into her slowly, steadily. She felt every last inch of it boring into her cunt hole. And at last she felt his furry balls settle in the crook of her thighs, and she knew that he was inside her all the way. She began to wriggle and squirm beneath him.

"Sweet Christ!" he wheezed. "Oh, that feels so good. Oh, what a cunt. Oh, what a cunt."

Easily, he began to hump his hips, fucking her with slow, sensual strokes that sent his cock deep into her slimy pussy. He supported himself with one arm snaked across the back of the car seat, keeping his upper body off hers so that he could squeeze her tits and watch them joggle and quake as he fucked into her.

"Oh, baby, oh, baby," she purred, stroking her hands up and down his back. She clutched at his ass once in a while, tugging on his asscheeks and pulling him deep inside her.

He was speeding up. With every second that passed, he seemed to lock into a higher gear. Her cunt had opened now into a wide slimy gash and his cock was slick with juice as he fucked it in and out. His balls jumped and danced and flopped about between her thighs. Her cunt juice seeped out and trickled down into the crack of her ass.

Her belly quivered and her tits wobbled like jello each time he fucked into her. He was panting raggedly and droplets of sweat flew off him and spattered her smooth skin. She felt wonderful, but she began to worry about how long he could last at this pace. A car certainly wasn't the most comfortable place to fuck, but still she didn't want it to be over too soon.

She murmured to him to slow down, to make it last, but he was beyond listening to her. He fucked her madly now, bucking his ass up and down and drilling his prick far into the depths of her cunt. There was no holding him back. His asscheeks flexed under her fingers and he began to gasp and wheeze.

"Oh, you sweet fucking cunt," he grunted suddenly. He squeezed her big tit in one hand, mauling the flesh widlly. He rammed his cock into her half a dozen more times, hard and fast.

And then, to her amazement, he was pulling out of her, withdrawing his dripping hard-on and gripping it in his fist. He started pumping his cock madly, jacking it in his fingers. He aimed it up the length of Tricia's still-heaving body. And all she could do was stare at him, gaze at his sweat-slicked face, and his squinting cockhead.

An enormous rope of cum curled out from his prick tip, spun in the air like a silver whip, then splattered down over her body loudly. She watched its progress dazedly, finally studying it carefully as it lay draped across her like a ribbon of paint. It curved in a thick line up from her cunt hair, across her navel, over the rumpled rope of her dress, and around the inner curve of her right tit.

She couldn't believe her eyes. What was he doing? Why had he pulled out of her? Her eyes rolled up in shock. He was jerking off on her, deliberately pumping cum out of his cock so that it would fall all over her. Leaving her with an empty cunt and squirming nerves. She watched his cockhead in amazement.

Another jet of cum shot free, this one arcing high before falling with a loud splash up the left side of her nude body. This jet cut across the first at an angle, stretched itself over her rib cage, and actually coated her nipple and its puffy circle of flesh before draining off up her tit and into the hollow of her neck. It shone in the silver lamplight like mercury.

"Al, honey ..." she began. Her hand came around from his ass. Maybe she could clutch his cock from him, stuff it back in her empty cunt.

A jet of jism two feet long fired off from his cock and looped itself over her suspended hand before splashing down between her tits. She watched as the jism formed a pool in her cleavage, then separated into streams. One curled around her tit to the left, one spun to the right, and a third drained into the hollow of her neck. The jizz looked like a broken necklace on her chest.

Her hand had stopped in mid-air, and now the silver cum webbed her fingers together, drooled between them, hung down in long elastic strings. The cum strings dangled and stretched all the way down to her tits, and she let the pale liquid snap off and decorate her tits in pretty white patterns. She even shifted her hand to the right, so that some cum would drop straight onto her stiff aching nipple.

"Oh, fuck, all over you! All over you!" he muttered, still jacking his cock.

Another jet of jism sprang out, this one rocketing up so far between her tits that it smacked her on the chin and dripped off in both directions along her jawline. The cum now giggled about between her tits and hung off them in glittering strings. Her stiff nipples shone like cherries glazed with jism.

She reached for his cock at last, and he let her have it, let her milk out the dripping dregs of his cum. She could see it was too late to hope for more fucking. His prick was already growing soft in her fist. She pumped it slowly, watching jism drool over her fingers and onto her belly. Then she let go of his cock and scooped her tits into her hands.

Slowly, she began spreading the cum about on her tits, then on her rib cage and belly, then on her tits again. Soon her whole body was glistening with a thick layer of cock juice. Her flat brown belly glowed with jism, her pretty navel overflowing with it. Her ribs looked like they'd been basted.

"Oh, fuck, oh, fuck," he moaned. It was hard to tell if he was thoroughly ashamed of himself or just tired. His cock stuck out from his crotch like the branch of a tree. It was slick with grease and dripped heavy globs of jism to her cunt hair still.

Tricia was massaging her tits, rubbing the steaming cum into her skin like lotion. Her heavy tits shone in the weird silver lamplight, her fingers coated them evenly, spreading the jism around in gooey layers. Her nipples jutted up high, gleaming under their coating of cum. She was ignoring him, completely caught up in her weird little exercise.