Chapter 6

Alice couldn't take any more of Vi's cryptic comments. She told them both to get out. As she tried to get her sleep the rest of the night, she was tormented for it seemed as if sleep would never come. Finally she did get some troubled rest. However, all the time she was thinking about the fact Vi wanted to take pictures. The last thing she needed was blackmail. Perhaps the only thing for her to do was ask for a transfer.

The following Monday she went in to see the principal and suggest that she be placed in another school.

"But why would anyone want to leave our school?" the principal demanded.

"It's a nice place," she tried to salve his ego, "but perhaps I just don't fit in here."

"Are you having some troubles you haven't told me about?" he asked.

"Yes," she replied, "personal problems. Not connected with the school, of course. But something I'm not at liberty to talk about right now."

"If it's anything connected with your students," he said looking at her squarely, "I trust you will let me know."

"Of course I will," she said. "I've got nothing to hide."

As the principal looked at the young teacher, he realized she was hiding something. And it bothered him.

"I guess I'd better go now," she told him, "my free period is about up."

"All right, Miss Turner," he dismissed her.

She got to her feet and walked out the door. She hadn't gone ten feet before she met another student who wanted to get acquainted with her.

"I'm Eddy," he smiled, "my buddy Bill told me about you."

"Eddy, I've got to go to my class right now," she told him bluntly.

"You've got to give me a piece of ass," Eddy whispered. "I know what you are. You're a nympho."

She glared at him.

"How dare you talk to me like that?"

"Because I happen to know things," he explained.

"Eddy, perhaps you'd better talk to me after school today," she suggested evasively.

"I'll drop around, Teach," he told her. "Maybe you can paddle my bare ass and give me a hard-on, too." As he walked away Alice Turner was grateful that no one was near so they could hear. She hustled off to her class and carried on the rest of the day, becoming so nervous she had to take a couple of nerve pills to relax.

When three o'clock rolled around and the day was over, young Eddy kept his word. He showed up bright-eyed and bushy tailed.

"How are ya doin', Teach?" he grinned knowingly.

"Eddy," she told him, "what do you want from me?"

"A piece of ass," he said bluntly.

"You don't mince words, do you?"

"I tell it like it is," he said. "Why beat around the bush?"

Realizing she had no alternative she hastily gave Eddy her phone number.

"Call me tonight and I'll see what I can do for you," she told him. "But so help me, if you tell anybody that I gave you my number, I'll deny it."

"Of course you will," he chuckled, "you've got to spin a lot of lies to keep going as a teacher around here. 'Cause if the old principal knew, he'd fire your ass."

"Call me later, Eddy," she said. "School is no place to discuss such things."

Just as the teacher was about to leave the principal stepped in the door.

"I've been thinking about what you were telling me this morning," he said in a confidential tone, "and I believe you have something that you would like to tell me."

"I told you this morning my problem was a personal one," she insisted.

"Did you?" he said with a shrug. "I heard you but I don't believe you."

"Would I lie to you?" she stammered.

"That's precisely what I'm trying to find out, Miss Turner," he said evenly.

"If you'll excuse me," she apologized with a tinge of disgust, "I have an appointment I must get to."

"All right," he said, "but if you ever do want to confide anything in me, my door's always open."

"I appreciate that," she replied huskily, as her eyes grew misty. Here was someone who genuinely wanted to help her. Yet she didn't dare reveal what she was up to. For she knew how startled and how disgusted he would be.

That evening Eddy called her. "Hi, Eddy," she began with a smile in her voice, deciding to try to get in on his wave length so she could persuade him to leave her alone.

"When can I come over?" he asked right off the bat.

"Don't I have something to say about that?" the teacher asked the student.

"Why should you?" Eddy said. "You're playing favorites, Teach."

"Perhaps I like Bill," she told him.

"You like to get fucked," he told her. "You're not fooling me none. And I can do it just as good as he can."

"I appreciate that, Eddy," she said, "but I'm turning over a new leaf. It's all over between me and any students."

"That's what you think," he told her. "You'll be fired so fast your head would spin if I told what I know. I'll give you one more chance. And now I'm gonna come over and cool your wagon."

She paused for a moment as she tried to balance what would happen if she didn't do as Eddy told her to. Reluctantly she shrugged and told him, "Come over."

About an hour later Eddy showed up at her door.

"Who is it?" she asked nervously as she stamped out her cigarette and took another sip of her liquor.

"Your lover," he replied.

"Who's that?"

"I thought you'd have to ask," he chuckled, "'cause you've got a lot of lovers, Teach. It's Eddy. Your new lover. You're gonna hit it lucky tonight."

Realizing that if he talked any more he'd probably have everyone in the hall out checking to see who was coming to visit her. Hastily she opened the door and Eddy came in quickly.

"You're glad to see me, aren't you?"

"Of course I am," she assured him.

Eddy wasted no time about what he wanted.

"Cindy my girl won't let me fuck her ass," he smiled, "but I heard you like to get yours screwed. So I'm here to fuck your asshole."

"That's a nice thing to tell a girl when you first meet her," she said huskily, her eyes growing misty. "You make me feel like an old slut."

"You're not an old slut," he told her, "you're a new one. Nice and fresh."

"You little bastard," the teacher said as she lit another cigarette and looked away from him.

"Don't call names," he told her. "Just take off your clothes, nympho."

Once more that word nympho tormented her.

"I'm not a nympho," she insisted. "Sure, I enjoy getting fucked, but what normal woman doesn't?"

"But every normal woman doesn't want to fuck young kids," Eddy smiled knowingly.

"Can I help it if I enjoy having you kids?" she asked him candidly.

"Maybe I like a virile young cock, instead of some older tiger who doesn't know where it's at."

He smiled confidently. Unzipping his fly he decided to tantalize her with his penis.

"Please don't take that horrible thing out of your pants," she begged him.

"You want it," Eddy insisted, "I know you do."

Pulling his cock out he flashed it before her eyes invitingly.

"It gets longer," he told her. "If you play with it a minute or two it'll spring to life. Then you'll have something good to suck on first. You can get it all oily and nice so I can slip it up your tight asshole."

Moving toward the young boy the teacher extended her hand.

"It is nice, isn't it?" she asked in a quiet voice.

"You bet it is," he assured her, "real nice."

There was something magnetic that existed between Alice and the big penis. She stroked it gently, reaching under his balls to massage them with her hand.

"You want it, don't you?" he flashed her a triumphant smile. "Sweetheart, it's yours. Suck on me."

Alice couldn't help it. Dropping to her knees she pulled the young boy's thick cock to her mouth. Holding it in her hand she fondled him some more.

"I'm gonna make you drip right into my mouth," she said.

"I'm revved up," he admitted, "but I don't want you to suck me off. Please, let me fuck your ass. That's more fun."

Apparently she had discovered someone who liked back-door sex enormously. The teacher let her mouth slip back and forth across the head of his cock.

"Now you're doing it," he enthused, "that's the way I like it. Keep it up. Oh, yes, I like it."

She was really turned on now.

"Suck my cock off," he told her. "Oh, teacher, there's enough for a double header. Suck it off if you want my cum so bad."

Her mouth moved the length of his slippery shaft. She enjoyed seeing the saliva slickened cock. Pulling off almost she would then slide back to the base of his penis.

"That's the way I like it," he told her, "play with it. Oh, baby, now you're doing it. Just like that. Suck. Suck that big prick. Suck it. Oh, I want it. Suck that cock. Suck it off."

She was starting to taste the first sperm to erupt from his cock head. It tasted wonderful to her.

"Eat me," he exclaimed anxiously, "eat my juice. You are gonna enjoy it. It's thick and it's hot."

She knew he was telling the truth. Keeping her eyes open she could see his hairy young balls swelling.

"Suck the life out of me," he begged her, "suck my seed. Oh, yes. That's the way I love it. Oh, suck it. Come on, cock sucker, suck that cock off."

His hands gripped the teacher's head tightly as his ass muscles flexed while he rammed it down her throat and gunned his load.

"I'm cumming," he exclaimed happily, "oh, you got me there. Suck out the juice."

She was only to happy to finish him off. As the hot sperm flooded her mouth she swirled it around her teeth with her tongue. She wanted to absorb and remember his taste.

"Swallow me," Eddy whispered, "swallow me. Oh, yes, swallow my seed."

She sucked and swallowed him. She loved every moment of it. When Eddy pulled his cock out of her mouth it wasn't limp. It was erect.

"Now, Teach," he told her, "you get your ass in the bedroom. You're gonna really get fucked royal."

She could hardly wait to feel the young boy's cock stabbing up her rectum. She wondered how he would thrust it. She wondered if he would be gentle or savage in his cock stabs. She didn't have long to find out.

"First, let me put something on it," she told him. "I want to lubricate your cock."

"I'll put some spit on it," he told her. "That's enough. Get your ass on the bed."

The teacher once on the bed bent over. He mounted her. Spitting into his hand he applied his own spit to his cock. Then flipping his shaft between her ass crack he jabbed forward.

"Fuck me," Alice begged, "fuck me. Come on, baby, fuck me."

It turned Eddy on, making his balls tingle, to find his teacher that eager for sex.

"Oh, wow!" he gasped as he rode up her asshole. "You're tight and tremendous. Grab it. Milk it. Fuck it, teacher."

His balls were on fire as he slammed into her.

"Give it to me," he begged her, "oh, teacher, that's what I need. That's a groovy fuck. Keep it up. Oh, yes. Yes."

The sensational pleasure that he was discovering as she wiggled her ass for him persisted.

"I'm almost there," he panted as he pumped, "hang in."

To add to his pleasure she swung her hips around. Then she felt him juicing. As the hot white cream shot up her rectum she squeezed.

"Milk my dick," he begged her, "oh, teacher, now you're doing it. Just like I like it. Oh, beautiful, Teach."

She was happy that he'd become so intensely excited. She was determined to give him all of the thrills he sought.

"Oh, wow!" he gasped as he finished unloading. "You're too much."

Finally he pulled his cock out of her ass. He discovered it was much easier to pull it out than it was to shove in. For his penis was coated with his own cum.

As he flipped over and lay there he looked up at her.

"I never knew you could be so much fun to fuck," he admitted candidly.

"It just goes to show you, doesn't it, baby," she told him, "that you can't judge a book by its cover."

He was smiling at her and she was smiling at him. There was no doubt in her mind for a moment for she was happy she was doing what she was doing. Of course she recognized that if she was caught the price she'd have to pay would be tremendous. But at this point it didn't matter. All she knew was that she wanted to be fucked and fucked good.

As she looked at Eddy, he played with his penis.

"You really like that, don't you?" he smiled at the teacher.

"A lot," she told him.

It was now that she understood her own nature. Never before had she recognized what it would be like to have a whore mentality. She had heard stories about whores who really enjoyed their work. That was the kind of whore she would make. A very good one. Brushing such thoughts aside, the teacher looked at her student and asked him about his own love life.

"Let's just say I'm not real particular," he smiled.

"It's funny how you men aren't," she told him with an amused look forming on her face.

"It's very easy to figure out," the student said with wisdom for his age. "When a man gets an erection he's not worried about anything but getting his rocks off. That's the way nature has designed the male of the species."

"You put it bluntly, but honestly," the teacher told him, "you really have."

It made him happy to think that she was complimenting him.

"I've always tried not to be a hypocrite," he told her.

"I can see that," she nodded.

It was apparent to him that she was intensely sincere.

"I like you," he told her, "I really do. You're a good sport."

"Let's just say I'm oversexed," the teacher laughed.

Later when she was alone, Alice gave more thought to her future. She could envision her teaching career collapsing. But she wondered if she might start a new career with sex. How could she make a living doing what she enjoyed most? Most places it was illegal. She knew that. Nevada lured her. She recalled reading stories about girls who made it big out in Nevada. That's where she'd go. Why not? Yet, she'd spent so much time studying to be a teacher she hated to abandon all of her education for the sake of her lustful desires.