Chapter 4
Jane woke the next morning stiff and bruised from the prolonged love-making she and Greg had shared until late in the night. As she remembered the cause of her stiffness, she moaned with mortification. How could she have done such a foolish and dangerous thing?
In the calm and realistic atmosphere of the early morning, it seemed incredible that she could have gone to bed with a teenage boy. She couldn't believe she'd risked her career and her reputation just for one fuck. But of course it was true. She remembered all too vividly how excited she'd been, how wantonly she'd behaved. She felt so ashamed of herself, she wanted to die.
She realized that her fifteen years of loneliness had caught up with her. Greg's flirtation had unleased a violent flood of need, a flood she hadn't been able to control. One session of love-making hadn't been enough for either her or the boy. They'd kept at each other like rutting animals till Greg's cock simply wouldn't get hard another time. Yet here she was, waking up horny again.
Jane despaired of ever satisfying her continual lust. One thing was for sure, though, she was in charge of a dozen young hikers, and she'd better pay attention to her duties. She dressed and grabbed a quick bite to eat, and then she was leading the Central High Troopers out for the second day of their hike. She hoped the brisk walking would take her mind off her worries.
To her relief, Greg didn't leer at her or try to get her attention. He fell into line with the other boys and behaved as if nothing special had happened last night. Jane was very glad, for she would have found it hard to look him in the eye. What must he think of her, after the outlandish way she'd behaved? He must consider her no better than a whore.
But there Jane was wrong. As they hiked that day, Greg kept stealing adoring glances at her from behind. To him she was the most fantastic woman alive. Their love-making had totally blown his mind. He was used to reluctant girls his own age, quick sessions in parked cars. Miss Parker had been passionate, willing, and eager for more. He just had to make love to her again.
He sensed from her manner this morning, however, that she was embarrassed about the whole episode and would just as soon forget it. He oculd understand that. She was a teacher, an adult, with a reputation to protect. Why, the town would be scandalized if they learned that Jane Parker had fucked one of her own students. Yes, Greg understood Jane's dilemma-but he wasn't going to let it stop him.
They hiked, and he watched Jane's adorable little round ass bobbing in her tight shorts. He watched her good long legs, and occasionally, when she turned, he could see her big ripe thrusting tits poking out under her khaki shirt. He knew he wouldn't rest until he was balling her again. But he'd just have to be patient and wait for the right moment to approach her.
At the end of the day they came to a large forest clearing which seemed perfectly suited for their camp. There was a stream nearby for water and bathing, and the ground in the clearing was soft and mossy. Jane gave the boys permission to go skinny-dipping, telling them that she'd go in the opposite direction and look for firewood.
She wouldn't have minded a little dip herself, but after her last experience, she was cautious. Greg probably wasn't the only boy who'd thought of sneaking up on her and spying when she had no clothes on. So she reluctantly skipped her bath and went to find dry wood for the camp fire. She wandered for some time among the trees, picking up wood here and there.
Unknown to Jane, a figure followed close behind her, darting silently from tree to tree. When she finally sat down to rest, the figure crouched behind some bushes and watched her. Greg had managed to slip away from his companions again, and was wondering just how to approach Miss Parker without frightening or upsetting her.
Jane noticed a little stream near where she was sitting. She sat very still and listened for awhile, but she couldn't hear any voices or movements. She was positive that she was alone this time. She decided on a quick swim. She just had to wash the dirt and sweat from her body after that long all-day hike.
To Greg's delight, Miss Parker stood up and began taking off her clothes. He watched in fascination and lust. Once again he saw her big round jugs and pretty little rosy nipples. Once again he saw her tall sleek curvy body. Her dainty dark-brown bush especially turned him on. Now he knew what it concealed, and he remembered how scalding-hot her pussy had been last night.
Jane waded into the stream, and Greg started to strip.
She found deep water, dived in, and swam around. It was great to feel clean again. The water felt so nice that she hated to get out. She delayed, floating on her back, looking up at the tops of the trees. Then out of the corner of her eye, she caught movement.
She whirled and saw Greg coming down the bank toward her-stark naked. He'd surprised and frightened her so, she almost screamed. But when she regained her composure, she felt mad as hell. Was that darned kid going to follow her everywhere? Wasn't she going to have a single moment of privacy on this trip? Didn't he realize how risky it was for them to be together naked out in the open?
"Greg," she snapped, "what are you doing here?"
He swam right up to her and paddled close. "I just wanted to be with you," he said.
Jane's heart softened a little. The kid was obviously wild about her, and after the way she'd behaved last night, she couldn't blame him for thinking she'd want to see him again. But she had to make him understand that any further contact was impossible.
"Greg, listen to me," she said. "What we did last night was terribly wrong, and it mustn't happen again. We could get into awful trouble. Now I want you to dress and go back to camp with the other boys."
He stared at her unbelievingly. "You can't really mean that," he said. "You want me-I know you do. You liked it so much last night. You can't change that fast."
Jane blushed scarlet. She couldn't blame him for being astonished. Last night she'd gone wild with the pleasure of his fucking, begging him for more and more of it. Today she was cold and distant. No wonder the poor kid was bewildered. Still she couldn't give in to him again. She knew what was right and proper, and it wasn't an affair with a boy young enough to be her son.
"I'm sorry, Greg," she said. "I like you a lot, and I know you're disappointed. But we just can't be alone together again, and that's that. I think we'd both better get back to camp now."
She turned and started to walk out of the water, but then she felt Greg's arms closing around her waist from behind. He pulled her tight against him, and she felt his stiff young cock sliding between her thighs and rubbing urgently against her pussy. Her first reaction was a wave of lust so powerful that she almost collapsed.
That marvelous young cock had felt so good to her last night, and it would feel just as good right now. She'd been horny all day, even though she'd struggled to ignore it. Oh, God, how wonderful it would be just to lie on the grassy bank and let the kid ball her silly like he'd done last night. She needed it urgently.
But she vowed grimly that she wouldn't succumb to her shameful lust again. She'd be strong this time. She seized Greg's arms and managed to break his grip, then fled from the pond. She raced for her clothes, but Greg was right behind her. He caught her again from behind, and they went tumbling to the grassy ground. He rolled her onto her back and threw himself heavily on top of her.
"Greg, NO," Jane gasped. "I'm not going to bed with you again, and that's final."
The blond kid moaned with frustration. She could feel his cock, hard as steel, rubbing urgently against her belly and leaving a wet little trail of sticky prick-cream. "One more time won't hurt," he pleaded.
"Two wrongs don't make a right," Jane said sternly. "It's not right for a teacher and student to get involved. I won't do it, Greg. Let me go."
In desperation Greg jammed his mouth down on hers, kissing her roughly. He knew she was right, yet he couldn't let her go. All he could think about was how delicously hot and wet and tight her cunt had been the night before, and how desperately he wanted his stiff meat inside her again. He couldn't let her go until he'd fucked her one more time. He worked his tongue in her mouth, prayng she'd get aroused.
Jane was aroused, all right, far more aroused than she'd have liked. She struggled and made muffled sounds of protest, but Greg's deep tongue-kiss, his naked body pressing against hers, and his rigid drooling cock poking her belly-all were exciting her out of her mind. She really meant to keep her word and not fuck him again, but it was the hardest thing she'd ever done in her life.
His hands sought out her big heaving tits and closed eagerly over the big ripe globes. Jane felt that all-too-familiar glowing and melting sensation in her pussy as the frantically horny boy began to mold and squeeze her tender tits. She couldn't help recalling how fantastically good it had felt to have his rigid thick cock inside her, jabbing and pounding.
Greg gripped her big heaving jugs possessively, and now he applied his thumbs to her little rosy-red nipples, rubbing back and forth. The scarlet buds quickly went stiff under his stroking, and when he released them, they poked hard against his chest. Jane felt her tits swelling up taut and full with arousal.
She tried to think clearly. Would Greg ever tell on her? If she could be sure of his silence, what harm would it do to let him ball her again? Damn it, she needed it so badly. But she couldn't be sure. Boys and men were known to brag about their conquests. She didn't want Greg telling the whole troop that he'd been fucking their leader. It would cost her her job.
So much against her will, she kept pushing at his shoulders and trying to throw him off. He kept kissing her and fondling her tits, his superior weight pinning her to the ground securely. And the longer he held and fondled her, the more horny she got. She was getting toward the danger point, close to losing her self-control and giving in to her powerful lust.
Finally she managed to wrench her mouth away from his and gasp, "Greg, PLEASE. Let me go. I don't want to do this."
"You do, too," he panted. "I know you do. You loved it last night. I'll just bet you're all wet for me again."
To her horror, he shoved his hand between her legs and felt the blazing-hot moist flesh of her pussy. She wasn't as soaked as she'd been last night, but her gash certainly wasn't dry either. Greg searched out the tiny moist mouth of her cunt and wriggled his middle finger inside. Jane stiffened and gave a little hoarse moan as he worked his finger clear to the last knuckle in her tight little box.
That stiff presence felt so good. She tried to control herself, to hide her pleasure, but her treacherous cunt gave her away. It unleashed a big burst of steamy juice all around Greg's finger. Jane blushed furiously. Now he had to know how aroused she was, how desperately she needed his cock.
"I felt that," Greg moaned. "I know you want to get it on. Please, no more games. Just let me fuck you."
"Absolutely not," Jane groaned.
But Greg wasn't about to give up. He was certain that his beautiful teacher secretly wanted him to ball her. He had his stiff middle finger fully lodged in her cunt, and he used it. He worked the rigid rod swiftly up and down, just like a hard eager cock. He felt Jane stiffen again, heard her gasp. More scalding pussy-cream drenched his finger. He frigged her even faster, sure that he was on the right track.
"Noooo," Jane whined.
Damn him, he'd found just the trick to get her hopelessly horny. She loved the sensation of his stiff finger working swiftly up and down in her greedy little box. With her last ounce of strength she once more pushed against his shoulders and tried to throw him off, but it was no use. He was too heavy and too strong for her. She gritted her teeth, trying to blot out the stunning pleasure she felt.
"You want it," Greg was insisting, "I just know you do, Miss Parker. You loved it last night. Your cunt was so wet and hot. You asked me for more."
"Oh, please, don't talk about that," Jane moaned.
She felt so humiliated when she recalled her wanton behavior with the boy last night. She'd acted as if she were drunk. And in a sense she was, drunk with lust. Her need had been so overpowering, after fifteen years without sex, that all her modesty and dignity had vanished. But it was different now. She could control herself now.
Or could she? It was getting harder by the second to think clearly. Greg's pumping finger was arousing her to a fever pitch of need. She felt she couldn't survive unless she had a climax. Her greedy cunt gripped his finger as he frigged her, and her scorching-hot juice soaked his finger and overflowed her tight-squeezing box. She was almost out of her mind with lust.
Why not let him bring her off? Then she could think more clearly. Greg, thinking she'd given up, worked his finger furiously in her juicy hot cunt-hole. His jerking finger made a lewd squishing noise as it reamed the cream out of her tight little twat. Jane arched her pussy upward, moaning hoarsely.
"AHHH," she wailed.
Greg felt her cunt gripping his finger like a vise. Her body began to rock, her full ripe tits wobbeling. Her eyes rolled crazily, and her teeth flashed in a grimace of ecstasy. Greg breathed a sigh of relief. She was coming at last. He felt his finger drenched with her gushing juice.
"Ahhh," Jane moaned. "AHHH, GOD, YES."
She let herself go completely, enjoying the body-rocking climax. For long wonderful moments she was convulsed with pleasure. Greg kept working his stiff middle finger in her nipping cunt, intensifying her enjoyment. At last the lovely spasms passed, and she lay flushed and gasping for breath. Greg withdrew his finger from her cunt and looked down at her adoringly.
"See, I knew you wanted it," he said. "Now let me ball you, Miss Parker. That'll be even better."
Jane reddened. She wanted desperately to give him what he wanted. She wanted it, too. More than anything in the world, she wanted to feel his thick young prick in her starved little cunt. It almost killed her to deny herself that much-needed release. But her stern conscience told her what had to be done.
"Uh, not just yet, Greg," she said quickly. "We still have a little time. Let me play with your cock."
It was embarrassing for her to talk that way, but necessary to her plan. She remembered how she'd escaped him the first time by jacking him off before he could fuck her. If she was careful, that trick would work again. She gave him what she hoped was an enticing smile.
Naturally Greg was flattered. He was proud of himself for getting this beautiful older woman so aroused that she'd asked to play with his prick. He grinned and said, "Sure, Miss Parker, whatever turns you on."
He rolled off her, onto his back, and Jane crouched beside him. She eyed his young cock with intense longing. It was a handsome prick about seven inches long and quite thick. It sprang from a small blond bush and pointed right up at the sky. The stalk was milky-white and laced with faint little blue veins. The head was deep red and knob-shaped.
His cock looked so delicious to her. She watched the slit-mouth of his prick ooze little glistening bubbles of juice, and she had the wild urge to plant her lips there and taste his cream. Then she scolded herself. She wasn't here for kinky sex-games. She was here to jack him off as fast as she could.
She reached out and curled her fingers around the thick base of his cock. It was silky, hot and throbbing, very exciting to hold. She began moving her fist gently up and down the warm pulsing column of his cock, and Greg shivered with lusty excitement and moaned hoarsely. It was clearly a tremendous turn-on for him to watch her playing with his dick. It wouldn't take long to jerk him off.
But she had to be careful. She'd already pulled this trick on him once, and he was bound to be on guard for it. She smiled at him and worked slowly, as if she were only fooling around. Greg blissfully smiled back at her, still unsuspecting. Very gradually and carefully Jane increased the speed and pressure of her pumping.
"Oh, wow, Miss Parker, that feels terrific," Greg sighed.
It was blowing his mind to have this beautiful older woman eagerly playing with his cock. She looked so gorgeous kneeling there naked, her magnificent big boobs quivering, her pretty face wreathed in a sexy smile. Her thick glossy brown hair had come loose from its prim bun and was cascading down below her shoulders. Greg watched her blissfully.
Big bright globs of juice bubbled from his swollen cock-head and trickled down to wet her fingers. It made her pumping slick and easy. Jane was getting very excited as she jacked him off. She'd never had a chance to play with a man's cock before. Unable to resist, she reached out with her free hand and cupped his rosy hairless nut sacs. She gently massaged the swollen hot bags.
"Ohhh, MAN," Greg gasped. "Yeah, far out. Play with my balls, too, Miss Parker."
He imagined how his best buddies, Chet and Willie, would react if he told them that he and Miss Parker had been naked together, and that she'd played with his prick and balls. They'd never believe him, of course. It sounded too good to be true. Every guy in school wanted to ball Miss Parker, but none of them would believe that HE had actually scored.
Her hot little fist felt terrific on his achingly swollen cock. It was doubly exciting to have her steadily squeezing his nuts. Greg sighed ecstatically and felt himself rising steadily towards orgasm. He could get off so easily. Get off? Hey, wait a minute. He stared hard at Jane, and now he understood the meaning of her smile.
"Oh, no, you don't," he yelped.
"What?" Jane cried.
Greg rolled away from her, out of her reach. "You were trying to jack me off again," he growled, "but I'm not gonna fall for that trick twice."
He lunged at her, and Jane gave a squeal of alarm and lost her balance. She fell to her hands and knees and started to crawl away from him. Greg leaped onto her back, bringing her heavily to the ground. He covered her, pinned her, and even her most frantic efforts couldn't dislodge him. His arms closed around her waist and held her firmly in place.
"Greg, let me go," she sobbed. "Sure, I'll let you go, teacher," the boy snarled, "just as soon as I fuck you."
"NOOO," Jane wailed.
He was forcing her legs open with his knees. She felt him sink down between her thighs, his belly pressing hard against her ass. Then she felt the rock-hard swollen head of his cock banging against the tender slick flesh of her pussy. It took him a moment of frantic jabbing before he hit the mark. Jane gasped as his thick steel-hard prick plunged deep into her cunt.
"Oh, Jesus, YEAH," Greg whined.
Once again his cock was buried to the hilt in his teacher's wonderfully snug juicy box. Blissed-out, he forgot everything but the incredible joy of balling her. He began to slam his cock as fast and hard as he could in the steamy pulp of her cunt. His belly smacked loudly against her little round ass with each furious lunge of his prick.
"Oh, ohhh, OHHH," Jane wailed.
Just as she'd feared, that first rough plunge of his cock had made her unbearably aroused. She had to have more and more of it. She couldn't bear to struggle any more, couldn't stand to make him stop. She surrendered totally, moaning and clawing the grass. Nothing mattered now but having Greg fuck her.
"Yes," she whimpered, "oh, God, yes. Fuck me, Greg, don't stop."