Chapter 2
By late afternoon the weather was so hot that Jane called another halt. The boys were glad to stop. Grimy and sweaty from their long hike, they looked eagerly at the little lake nearby. Some of the boys started to strip, then hesitated, remembering that their leader was a woman.
Jane made a hasty announcement. "You boys go ahead and swim here," she said, "and I'll go back down the trail to the stream we just saw. We'll meet back here in an hour."
The boys gave a whoop of approval and started tugging off their clothes even before Jane was out of sight. She hurried off to find her own private bathing place, glad that she'd been able to allow the boys their customary skinny-dipping. She was looking forward to a little skinny-dipping herself.
She found the stream, followed it, and at last came upon a natural swimming hole that looked very inviting. Quickly she removed her backpack, then her clothes. The cool forest air felt wonderful on her naked body, and when she dived into the pond, the water felt even better. Jane luxuriated in it, swimming around lazily.
After awhile she emerged from the water to find the soap she'd left in her pack. She paused a moment on the grassy bank, stretched, and enjoyed the freedom of her nakedness. Looking down, she noticed with some satisfaction that her big breasts were as high and firm as they'd been in her twenties, her body just as sleek and trim. She smiled.
She might not have been so at ease, if she'd known she had an audience.
When the rest of the Troopers threw off their clothes and raced for the lake, Greg stayed behind. He waited till they were all in the water, horsing around and not likely to notice his absence, and then he crept off down the trail in the direction Miss Parker had taken. He made his way quickly but quietly. All the while he was smiling to himself.
Even when he'd been a student in her English class, Greg had considered Jane Parker a knockout. She wore rather prim clothes and did her hair in that silly bun, but she couldn't disguise her lovely face or hide her terrific figure. Greg used to get hard-ons just from looking at her ass.
Now that she was leading the hike, Greg couldn't keep his mind off her. Sure, she was an older woman, but not that old, and her age hadn't affected her magnificent body. He wanted a better look at her-a much better look. It would be such a rush if he could catch her without her clothes. Of course every kid in the hiking club would have liked to see her naked, so he'd come alone, not trusting the others to be quiet.
He found the stream and followed it till he practically stumbled over Miss Parker's backpack. He quickly ducked behind a bush. Just in time, for as he peeked out between the leaves, he saw Jane stepping out of the water. His heart seemed to stop for a moment. She was completely naked, and the sight was breathtaking.
Miss Parker was coming right toward him-or, rather, the backpack-but then she stopped and stretched, lingering in a shaft of sunshine. Greg's eyes widened hugely as he studied her full round tits and pretty little rosy nipples. She had great knockers, the biggest he'd ever seen. His eyes glided down to her bush, a small triangle of glossy dark-brown curls. He almost moaned.
Her body was even more gorgeous than he'd imagined during all those hours when he mentally undressed her in class. Greg had been around a little and had even made it with several girls, but in his eyes none of them could compare with Jane Parker. It would be like comparing elves with a goddess. He wanted her, wanted her desperately.
Of course, he told himself, that was out of the question. A respectable older woman like Miss Parker wouldn't want anything to do with a teenage boy. And maybe his friend Willie was right-maybe she didn't care for sex, period. But none of that was going to keep him from watching her. Well-concealed behind the thick bushes, he had an excellent view of the bank and swimming hole.
Miss Parker stretched again, her big round boobs rising and falling, then smiled. She seemed to be day-dreaming about something pleasant. She strolled over to her pack, her gorgeous big jugs quivering with her movements. She took soap and a towel from the pack, then walked back to the pond. Greg noted that she had a terrific ass, too, small and firm and perfectly round.
She stood on the edge of the pond, soaping herself. When she raised one leg to reach her pussy, Greg had a brief glimpse of scarlet flesh fringed with dainty brown curls. That just about did him in. He felt his cock rising in the tight confinement of his jeans. It got hard as a rock, tenting his fly.
He couldn't help it-he started to think of how it would be to ball Miss Parker.
He imagined having her naked on the grassy bank, lying beneath him, her fantastic body writhing in ecstasy as he worked his stiff cock in her. It was a delightful fantasy, but a million-to-one shot in real life. And it didn't do a thing for his achingly stiff cock. He watched Miss Parker step into the water and swim around to rinse the soap from her body.
"Oh, Christ," the boy muttered.
It was agony to watch her and know that he couldn't have her. It might almost be better to go back and join the rest of the troop. But he wanted one more brief look at her whole body, something to think about that night when he jacked off in his sleeping bag. He could pretend he was fucking Miss Parker and that she was loving it.
He crouched and waited, and presently Jane got out of the water and came to return the soap to her backpack. She placed it in the soap dish, stood, then hesitated. She was so close, Greg could see the water dripping off the glistening brown curls of her little muff. Then to his horror, he realized she was looking right at him. Dammit, he hadn't been as well hidden as he'd thought!
"Come out of those bushes," Miss Paraker commanded. "I see you."
Jane was horrified to know that one of the boys had been watching her all during her naked bathing. She was so rattled that she ordered the kid out of the bushes immediately. Only then did she realize that she'd forgotten to dress. She turned scarlet as Greg rose from his hiding place. Quickly she held her towel in front of her.
"How dare you spy on me, Greg?" she snapped. "How long have you been there?"
He gave her a sheepish smile. "Oh, uh, not long, Miss Parker," he stammered. "I guess I came across you by accident."
"Why aren't you with the other boys?" Jane demanded.
"I just wanted to be alone," Greg lied.
"But you knew I was coming this way," Jane said angrily. "I believe you did this on purpose, Greg, and that was very improper. You're going to have to be punished. When we get back, I want you to turn over all your candy bars to me."
Greg couldn't help snickering. Candy bars? Hell, that was nothing compared to the chance to see Miss Parker naked. He was the only guy who'd seen her tits and bush and ass. That was worth giving up chocolate for. But when he laughed, Miss Parker glared at him.
"And what's so funny, young man?" she snapped.
"Uh, nothing, ma'am," Greg said, trying to compose his face.
"You were laughing at something," Jane said. "I want to know what it was."
Greg figured he couldn't be in much worse trouble than he already was, so he said frankly, "Well, ma'am, I was thinking that giving up my candy bars was worth it. You've got the most beautiful body I ever saw."
Jane's face flamed, and for a moment Greg thought she'd faint with mortification. She was speechless. Now she was sure she should never have come on this damned hike. It was hard enough controlling teenage boys in the classroom. Out here in the woods, where they outnumbered her a dozen to one, it was going to be impossible. What was she going to do to punish Greg's impertinence? Spank him?
The boy was taller than her and certainly stronger. He was damned attractive, too, she had to admit. With his thick sun-bleached blond hair and deep tan, he looked very sexy. Her eyes ran quickly up and down his lean firm body. She noticed, to her horror, that the crotch of his jeans was bulging with a stiff hard-on. She knew he'd gotten it from watching her naked.
It was all so embarrassing, and she didn't know what to do. Wanting time to think, she said, "You'd best go back to the others, Greg. I'll be along in a moment."
She turned from him, only to realize that her back side was naked. Again she heard Greg snicker. Face flaming, she whirled on him. The boy tried to assume a serious expression, but he couldn't. His eyes gleaming mischievously, he suddenly darted forward, seized her towel, and whisked it away. Jane gasped in horror.
"Greg, you give me back my towel," she cried.
"Catch me," he laughed.
He started running around the grassy bank, and Jane rushed after him, her big full tits wobbling furiously. She was a good runner, and soon she managed to grab the edge of the towel. She pulled one way, Greg the other. His fiendish grin made her all the more angry, and she pulled very hard on the towel. Abruptly Greg let go of his end, and Jane squealed as she went down hard on her ass.
The next thing she knew, Greg was on top of her, wrestling her flat to the grass. He pinned her with his superior weight, and she found she couldn't wriggle loose. She glared at him. The boy was glassy-eyed with lust, not laughing any more. He brought his mouth down hard on hers, kissing her hungrily.
"UMPH," Jane cried.
She couldn't wrench her face away. She felt Greg's long slick tongue snaking deep into her mouth. His bulging hard crotch pressed urgently against her damp little muff, and his lean hard chest flattened her big heaving tits. For the first time in fifteen years she had a male body pressed against her. She experienced a dizzying wave of lusty excitement.
Stop that, she told herself, stop it right now.
It was insane to get excited over a young boy trying to rape her. She was a responsible adult, in charge of this whole hike, and she couldn't possibly lose her self-control. She knew this, and she pushed hard against Greg's shoulders as he kissed her. But at the same time, her long-denied pussy tingled and glowed with need.
For his part, Greg was almost out of his mind with horniness. He knew he could get into big trouble by forcing himself on Miss Parker, but he just couldn't resist. He was at a time in life when his sexual drive was strongest, and it easily overruled his brain. He knew only that his cock was achingly stiff and that he had to find some relief. The best relief would be Miss Parker's juicy hot cunt.
Jane was fighting a battle within herself. She told herself that it was only human to get turned on after fifteen years without sex, but that she wouldn't let it carry her away. She'd scold Greg and threaten him with punishment by the school authorities. Her duty was clear. But, dammit, it was hard to ignore the burning need in her hungry little slit, hard to ignore Greg's fine hard cock rubbing against her muff.
Finally he broke the kiss, and Jane gasped, "Greg, let me up at once. You know you'll be punished if you go any farther. You could be expelled from school."
"I know," the blond boy moaned, "but, Jesus, Miss Parker, I'm so horny I could die. Please, help me out."
Jane gawked at him, blushing furiously. The kid was asking her to fuck him. "Greg, don't be ridiculous," she cried. "I'm your teacher. I'm old enough to be your mother. Let me go right now."
His response was to wriggle a little farther down her sleek naked boy and bury his face against her huge thrusting tits. He began to kiss the hot silky globes, and Jane felt his touch like an electric shock. Her big breasts were extremely sensitive, and his firm hot lips felt terribly pleasant. Her long-denied cunt leaked a little spurt of steamy sticky juice.
"Greg, s-stop that," she stammered.
The boy paid no attention, of course. She hadn't really expected him to. She'd been teaching adolescents a long time, and she knew how powerfully horny a boy could get, how his restraint and common sense could go right out the window when he had a cock-stand. She knew Greg wouldn't stop until he got his rocks off. What in the world was she going to do?
Dizzily she thought how easy and simple it would be just to give in to him. All she had to do was open her legs and let him slip his cock into her. It would be over in minutes, Greg restored to his senses, her struggle finished. And it would feel so damned good. She admitted to herself how much she wanted to feel that gorgeous hard-on inside her starved little cunt. She ached for it.
But of course she wasn't going to do that. Morality and duty made it completely out of the question. All she could do was lie there and endure the boy's frantic pawing, waiting for a chance to escape. Greg had kissed all over her round ripe tits, and now she felt his slick hot tongue lashing her dainty red nipples. It felt marvelous. Her hungry cunt leaked another rush of steamy cream.
"G-Greg, nooo," she whimpered.
It was so embarrassing. She was trying to act stern and unmoved, but her whole body was quivering with need. To make matters worse, her nipples were stiffening with arousal under the boy's lapping tongue. She couldn't stop it. The soft rosy buds grew into rigid throbbing points, becoming even more sensitive to his tonguing. Jane almost moaned with horny excitement.
"You've got to stop," she told him desperately. "This is all wrong."
Greg heard her but didn't reply. He was just too excited to speak. It was like a dream come true to have Miss Parker's gorgeous naked body underneath him, to be able to play with her big naked tits. In lusty fascination he watched her pretty little nipples grow stiff under his lapping tongue. He couldn't control himself, couldn't leave her lovely body alone. He opened his mouth and brought it down around her left nipple.
"Nooooo," Jane moaned, her voice hoarse with need.
His mouth felt so good around her tender stiff nipple. It was scalding hot, juicy, wet. He began to suck her nipple, and she barely stifled a cry of pleasure. The lovely sensations streaked from her nipple right down to her moist hot pussy, and once again her famished cunt leaked a big flood of juice. She was achingly horny, dying to be fucked.
It just didn't seem fair, dammit. She'd waited all these years for the chance to be with a man again, and her first opportunity had to be with her own teenage student. Greg would gladly have balled her, of course, but she couldn't permit it. Relief was right there, in the form of his swollen young cock, yet she couldn't have it. She could have wept with frustration.
Greg was sucking noisily on her nipple. It felt so damned nice. Presently he released it and stared at her with hot glazed eyes. "Oh, wow, Miss Parker," he sighed, "you've got the most fantastic tits."
Jane blushed furiously. "Greg," she said, "I understand how you feel right now. I realize that you're very, uh, horny. But you'll regret this later, don't you see that?"
"I'd never regret balling you, Miss Parker," Greg said adoringly.
So there it was-he didn't intend to release her until they'd fucked. Jane knew right where she stood, but she didn't know what to do about it.
Again she pushed as hard as she could at the boy's shoulders, but she couldn't budge him. His legs pinned hers. She didn't want to hurt him by clawing or hitting his face, and she sensed that it wouldn't do her any good. He could still overpower her.
She tried to think of some other way to persuade him-and then she felt his hand creeping into her crotch. She stiffened, bracing herself for what was sure to be a delightful feeling. Greg cupped and pressed the damp triangle of her curly little bush, then eased his hand between her thighs and touched the scalding-hot moist flesh of her pussy. She felt instant and dizzying excitement.
And so did Greg. He'd had a few girls, but never had he felt a gash so hot and slick and inviting. He almost came in his jeans, he was so aroused by actually touching Miss Parker's naked pussy. He'd learned a few tricks while making out, things the chicks really got off on, and he decided to use them on Miss Parker. It was a long shot, but it would be terrific if he could turn her on.
He searched out the firm little lump of her clit. He pressed a fingertip against the moist hot button and began to rub. Miss Parker flinched and gave a little gasp. He was almost sure he felt a hot rush of juice from her cunt, wetting his finger. But when he looked at her, she had that same stern and cold expression.
"Greg, take your hand away," she demanded., "You mustn't touch me there."
"Just touching won't hurt," the boy moaned.
Touching won't hurt-those were the very words Stewart had said to her so long ago, just before he took her virginity. Well, she didn't have her virginity to worry about now, but she had her pride and her reputation. She couldn't possibly let one of her own teenage students fuck her. It would be scandalous, disgraceful. She just couldn't let it happen-no matter how desperately she wanted it.
She kept pushing at Greg's shouders and whimpering in protest, but his stroking finger wsa getting to her. It felt marvelous to have her clit frigged. He rubbed gently but steadily on her hot little joy button, getting her almost insanely aroused. Again she couldn't help thinking how wonderful it would feel just to open her legs and take his swollen young cock.
No, she told herself, no, you can't do it. It's wrong. Yet she wanted it so badly, she could have screamed.
Greg's finger stroked faster and faster on her horny hot love-bud. Steamy juice poured from her starved little cunt, soaking the boy's hand. Jane suddenly realized that if she didn't do something, right away, she was going to lose her self-control and let the kid fuck her. But how was she going to make him stop? He wouldn't rest until he got his rocks off. If only there was some other way that she could bring him off.
Then she knew what she had to do. While Greg went on panting and rubbing her clit, she reached down and found the fly of his jeans. Quickly she tugged the zipper open and reached inside. She found his swollen throbbing cock and drew it out of his pants. Her excitement was dizzying as she touched a stiff prick for the first time in fifteen years. It was maddening to know that she couldn't have it in her seething wet cunt.
As she curled her fingers around the boy's rigid prick and began to pump it, Greg stared at her wonderingly. Then his face lit up. Miss Parker was turned on! She was going to cooperate. She was so excited, she was playing with his cock.
"Oh, Miss Parker, WOW," Greg moaned. "Terrific. Play with my cock, yeah."
Jane blushed furiously but went on pumping his hot silky dick. Greg grinned and went back to frigging her soaked little joy button. She knew what he was thinking. He was sure that in another moment or so she'd let him fuck her. Oh, God, if only that could happen! She was dying for it. But her conscience wouldn't let her do it. She pumped his cock faster and faster.
"Oh, man," Greg whined, "OHHHHH."
It was a mind-blower to have Miss Parker playing with his prick, to feel her hot little fist zipping up and down his swollen meat. She must be pretty excited to do that. Soon he'd sink down between her legs and ram his cock into her hot little cunthole. He almost came just thinking about it. Then she gave his cock an extra-hard squeeze, and to his dismay, he did come.
"AWWWWWW," Greg bawled.
Jane felt his sizzling come splattering all over her belly. She dropped his cock like a hot potato and wriggled out from under him. She found her clothes and dressed as fast as she could. Greg lay on the grass, looking at her mournfully.
"I'll see you back at the camp, Greg," she said sternly. "We'll decide on your punishment when we get back to town."
He watched her stride away down the trail. He still had her sticky cunt-cream on his fingers. He was positive now that she'd been turned on to him and that with a little more effort he could have gotten her to fuck. He wasn't finished with her yet-and next time she wouldn't get the chance to jack him off.
"See you later, Miss Parker," he muttered.