Chapter 4
The rest of that weekend was rainy and depressing. Tricia stayed home and brooded, still in a state of shock at what Al Banks had done to her. He hadn't been sure that she was on the pill, he'd said later, and had thought it best to pull out of her rather than let something happen that they might both regret. He figured that it was the most gentlemanly thing to do, he said.
Actually it wasn't the fact that he'd shot his cum all over her that upset her. In a way, she'd found that just as fascinating as letting Peters spurt in her face. What bothered her more was that he'd left her when she needed him most, when she'd needed a hot cock in her cunt more than anything in the world. She hadn't been able to come, and that really upset her.
But by Monday morning, she had other things to worry about. For the first time, one of her classes got out of hand. A surly group of boys who sat at the back of the room caused a commotion for most of the hour, and finally she ordered the ringleader, a bruiser named Ron Price, to see her after school. She had a fair idea that talking to him would be hopeless, but at least she had to try. She figured that she owed it to the other kids.
In the meantime, she found herself avoiding both Charlie Peters and Al Banks, feeling too unsettled to talk to either of them. Al had called her several times on the weekend, but she'd said she was busy. Midway through the morning, he tried to stop her in the hall for a chat, but she told him that she was too tied up to talk. She was still pretty pissed off with him.
At the end of the day, she waited nearly half an hour for young Ron Price, and she was about to give up and go home when he showed up in a black leather jacket and torn T-shirt.
The school was deserted except for the old janitor, and she began to wonder whether asking him to see her after school was such a good idea after all. He was big and sulky, with huge chest muscles.
She began by being as nice as she could with him, appealing to his better nature, if he had any. She stressed the fact that there were other students to consider, and if he wasn't interested in English Literature, maybe there were others who were. She didn't want to have to speak to the principal about him, but if he didn't change his attitude-
"What's the matter?" he interrupted her, staring down at her across her desk. "Didn't you get fucked good this weekend? Didn't your boyfriend poke you good?"
Tricia glared at him in amazement. For a moment, she couldn't speak. It was one thing to have some punk make rude and obscene remarks about you. That she could take. What was so disturbing was that he'd hit the problem right on with his wild and thoughtless insult. She found herself searching his face to find out if he really did know something about her awful weekend.
But all she saw was blank stupidity. He had even, fairly pleasant features, though he looked too old to be still in school. He had a solid, sexy body that he seemed to take pride in. But he had no smarts. He couldn't really know anything about her. She thought vaguely about the two girls who had apparently had to leave school the previous year because he'd knocked them up.
He was smiling down at her smugly, pleased that he had shocked her. She spoke on about responsibility for a while, pretending that his last remark had not occurred. She asked him if he had no interest in anything in school. Wasn't there anything he found stimulating or appealing?
"I like your tits. I find them appealing," he sneered. "And your ass. You've got the cutest little ass of any teacher I've ever seen. I find that stimulating."
She stood up quickly, came around the desk to face him. For a second, it looked as though she was going to raise her hand and strike him. The knuckles of her fist turned white as she clenched her fingers and pumped her hand in the air. Her face was flushed and very lovely. Her eyes were wild.
Very calmly, he snaked an arm around her waist and drew her to him. He planted his mouth on hers and shoved his tongue between her lips. She writhed and struggled for maybe three seconds, her fist pounding his shoulder.
Then she went limp and sagged against him. He felt her tongue curl around his own.
There was a deep sighing sound in her throat. It was like a groan. She pressed her body to his and clutched an arm around his back. Her big tits mashed against him, flattening themselves against his chest. Her free hand ran down his front and onto his crotch. Her fingers raced about over the bulge in his pants. The outline of his cock and balls was clear through his jeans.
"See, isn't that better than us fighting?" he breathed, pulling his mouth off hers. He was squeezing one of her big tits, mauling the flesh through her blouse.
Tricia didn't answer. She suddenly felt all the horny feelings of Friday night returning, almost as if they'd never been gone. It didn't matter to her that this guy was a punk, an asshole. He was an eager male body, and maybe he could give her what Al Banks couldn't. Maybe he could give her what she'd been craving every hour since Al had pulled out and sprayed her with jism.
"No wonder you get mad so easy," he went on, as though he was the teacher and she the naughty young student. "All you need is a good fuck. Then you'll settle down. A good fuck is all you need."
He was gripping her by the waist, sitting her on the edge of her desk. Then, while she stared ahead of her as if in a dream, he unbuttoned her blouse and folded back the halves to free her lovely young tits. Again, there was no bra to remove. He scooped a tit into each palm and hefted her tits slowly, testing their weight. He let them go, then began to lift her skirt.
Tricia dropped back onto her elbows and watched him calmly. She felt as though she wasn't taking part in this at all. It was as if she were watching am movie of herself being undressed. He pushed her skirt up around her waist and started pulling down her panties and hose, just the way Al had done on Friday night. He tugged the panties all the way down and left them dangling loosely around one foot.
"What a gorgeous cunt! Oh, yeah, oh, yeah," he crooned. He was reaching for her pussy lips, spreading them apart. Then he dipped his head into her crotch.
Tricia felt as though she'd gone to heaven. She lifted her legs, hooked her feet onto the edge of the desk and let her thighs fall apart. And she lay her head back on the desk top and rolled it about as his tongue found her cunt lips and began poking about. It felt as though she was starting exactly where she left off with
Al the other night. She could already feel twitches in her pussy.
He was eating her, sticking his tongue into her cunt and drawing down pink flaps of cunt flesh with his lips. Thick folds of pussy skin blossomed from her cunt, like a plant. He nipped these with his lips and pulled down more and more, until her cunt was a mess of wrinkled rubbery skin. Her cunt hole could be seen clearly, like a distorted mouth.
"Ohhh, no. Ohhh, no," she moaned, as if she were about to undergo an operation. "Oh, my God. Oh, my God."
With his fingers, he pried apart her cunt lips, and suddenly he found the erect button of her clit with his tongue. She went wild, lifting her ass up off the desk and writhing it around in wide circles. He scooped her tight asscheeks into his hands and stayed with her, gnawing on her stiff clit hungrily. Thick, oily juice was sloshing down her cunt and soaking his sucking face.
"Nnnnnnnn! Nnnnnnnn!" she whimpered, and for a second he thought she was going to scream. She seemed to be coming again and again and again, and he hadn't gotten near her with his cock yet. She was like a wild thing on the desk.
He mashed his face onto her gaping cunt, using his lips and tongue to drive her crazy. With one hand he unsnapped his belt and unzipped himself, trying his best to struggle out of his pants. He forced his jeans and shorts down just far enough for the two-thirds erect pole of his cock to spring out. He clamped one fist around it and began pumping, wanting his prick to be fully hard by the time he shoved it into the horny teacher.
Her hips were still churning around and around. She didn't seem to have any control over them. Her tits rolled back on her chest and wobbled from side to side, her plump nipples sticking up high. Her arms were spread out on either side, her plump nipples sticking up high. Her arms were spread out on either side of her on the desk, for balance. Her flat brown belly rippled crazily.
"Fuck me! I need your cock! Fuck me till I can't stand up!" she groaned, her teeth clenched tight. "Show me your cock! Show me your cock! Oh please!"
He snorted and slobbered between her legs, his nose buried in her bushy cunt hair. And with his free hand, he pumped steadily on his growing cock. He wanted to fuck her desperately, but he hesitated to leave her cunt just yet. He didn't want her to start screaming or something. She was very unpredictable.
"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," she moaned, and her voice grew steadily louder, until it appeared she was going to scream anyway.
He quickly lifted his greasy face from her crotch, stood up straight, and leaned over. His cock was thick and fully stiff now in his hand. He slotted his prickhead between her slimy cunt lips and pushed forward, sliding most of his cock into her in one thrust. He stared down into her face, watching her reaction.
"Ohhh, yeah, ohhh, yeah, ohhh, yeah," she whimpered, and now her voice was calmer. She watched as he fucked his cock between her wide-spread thighs. Once she was satisfied that he had crammed all his prick into her, she let her head roll back on the desk and her eyes closed dreamily. Her legs hooked round his back and her ankles locked together.
"This what you've been waiting for, teach?" he sneered, starting a regular fucking motion with his hips that drilled all his cock into her cunt. "This why you've been so on edge lately?"
His ass began pumping in and out as he fed her long lengths of cock. His balls danced about beneath. There were loud squishing sounds each time he fucked into her. His prick was soon slick with pussy juice. She writhed about on the desk under him, biting her lip and clenching her eyes shut. She was moaning softly to herself.
"Well, listen," he snorted. "Any time you need cock, just shout. I'd be happy to oblige. And there are at least half a dozen others who feel the same way. You're more popular than you realize, baby. We talk about you in the locker room all the time."
Tricia wished he would be quiet. She wanted to concentrate on the sweet feeling of his cock fucking in and out of her greasy cunt. She felt wonderful. She'd started coming while he ate her and she hadn't really stopped since. She felt numb and light, as though she was floating.
"Fuck me deep. Cram your cock in me and fuck me so deep," she groaned softly. Each time he rammed into her, her tits jiggled sexily. He reached down to paw one and play with her nipple.
She wished this could go on forever. She didn't care that she was in her classroom, spread across her desk. She didn't care that she was being fucked by an obnoxious young punk. All that mattered was the cock in her cunt and the feelings it caused. Ever since the awful session in Al's car, this had been what she'd needed. She couldn't have stopped for the world.
Suddenly he paused, though, and she glanced up at him worriedly. But all he did was unravel one of her legs from around his back and hike it up into the air, splitting her crotch so that he had more room to work. He resumed fucking her almost at once. His thrusts were deep and steady. Her cunt sucked at his prick gratefully.
"See, if a person doesn't get fucked regularly," he went on matter-of-factly, "they get real irritable and unfit to live with. Everybody needs to rip off a piece of ass once in a while. It's common sense."
He was enjoying lecturing her. He thought it was funny. He was fucking his cute new teacher on her desk and explaining sex to her at the same time. She may have more schooling than him, he thought, but he could sure teach her a thing or two about sex. He rammed his cock in hard two or three times.
But then he was pausing again. He swung her upright leg over, corkscrewed his cock inside her, and rolled her over onto her belly on the desk. He held her other leg at the same time and eased it to the floor, so that suddenly she found herself standing on the floor while still draped across her desk. Her big tits were squished under her.
''What . . . ohhh . . . ohhh . . ." she mumbled. She would have complained, but his cock had stayed stuck up her cunt the whole time. And now he placed his hands on her hips and began fucking her vigorously from behind. She spread her legs and clung to the desk tightly. She was still in heaven.
His belly patted her ass regularly as he fucked her. His balls swung back and forth more wildly as he increased his pace and lunged his cock rapidly in and out of her. But he had stopped talking. He was panting loudly, and sweat was sprouting on his chest and forehead. His prick shone brightly when it was pulled back into the daylight.
"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, oh, please," she fretted. She gazed ahead of her in a daze, not really seeing anything. Her cunt lips were wrapped tightly around the fucking shaft of his cock.
And then his hands were on her asscheeks, pressing down on them, prying them apart. His hips were pumping madly, driving his prick in and out of her so fast that his greasy fuckpole was no more than a blur. He was growling at her. And his cock seemed to have expanded inside her cunt. It was swelling, expanding, growing more and more hard by the second. At least it seemed so to her. His cock fucked into her one more time, his cockhead spasmed inside her, and all at once his prick was exploding, belching out hot jets of jizz that seemed to scald her insides. The first sizzling jet blasted deep up her cunt. She swore that she could feel it. She imagined his cum coating her pussy walls and clogging the depths of her fuckhole.
And another one followed, almost immediately, shooting so far inside her that she thought she could feel it up in her chest somewhere. It was a thick, oily blast of cum and it made her weak in the knees. In fact, for a second she felt herself buckle, but she had the desk beneath her and had nowhere to fall. Her heavy tits rolled and squished beneath her, flattened onto a mess of corrected papers.
More cum jets followed, again and again and again. She thought he would never stop coming. She heard the fucking sounds grow wetter and more gooey as his jism seeped back down her cunt and began to ooze out her pussy lips. His prick dripped cum like syrup. Great heavy ropes of slime hung off it each time he pulled out into the open.
"So much cum! So much!" she muttered. She could feel the wetness now seeping down her thighs. It was warm and sticky on her legs.
He pumped out still more cum, lobbing it deep into her cunt with every lunge of his cock.
He seemed to have quarts and quarts to shoot. His asscheeks flexed again and again and he drove his prick to the hilt in her clogged and oozing cunt. And each time, a thick jet of jism sprang from his cock tip and splattered her insides. There was no end to his cum-supply.
Tricia thought of Al Banks vaguely, and how much more satisfying this fuck had been Why did the best fuckers all have to be assholes? Weren't there any nice guys out there who could satisfy a girl? Was she doomed to be fucked by insensitive creeps? She shook her head and felt yet another spurt of hot cum in her cunt.
But then it appeared to be all over. He jammed his cock into her for several more minutes, but he had stopped spurting. He was just letting the rest of his jism slip and slither from his cock slowly. His prick was growing soft inside her. His breathing became much more regular.
"Oh, yeah. That was some fuck, little lady," he wheezed. "Forget about trying to teach me English. Just let me at this hot cunt once in a while. We'll get along real good."
He poked her two or three more times then let his wilting cock slide from her fuckhole. An enormous flow of jism immediately slithered from her cunt and streamed down the insides of her thighs. One long greasy strand dangled down between her legs like part of a spider web. He propped his cock on her asscheek and wiped it back and forth, smearing cum onto her skin.
"Yes, indeed. That's the best fuck I've had in . . . oh . . . two weeks. We should do this more often. Next time maybe I'll get you to blow me. I bet you're good at that." He was stepping back from her, pulling up his pants, stuffing his cock and balls inside. "See? There's more to life than teaching. A lot more."
And with that, he gave her a friendly smack across her ass and strode from the room, leaving Tricia draped nude across her desk, warm cum slithering down her legs.