Chapter 9
Throughout the afternoon Robin sat on pins and needles. Despite the fact she and Tammie had almost been caught in the boy's restroom, the very danger of it had created intense excitement for her.
Somehow Robin felt more erotically excited than ever before. She knew her sensual nature had been awakened and was running rampant since becoming involved with Mark, but she did not understand this swiftly increasing desire for cock inside her body, including her tight asshole. Most of her waking thoughts were of cock - Mark's cock mostly - thrusting into her cunt, her mouth, up her ass. She felt the tingling of her flesh constantly, and her cunt throbbed and twitched in readiness at all times.
Often, while sitting at her desk before class, her thoughts turned to fucking and sucking, and on a number of occasions, Robin had been startled to find herself coming just thinking of it. Her students had noticed the change in Robin, but of course they did not understand the cause of it. They saw the way she often smiled in an absent-minded way, and they soon found out they could get away with things that before Robin would come down on them for. She was much easier to get along with.
When her last class of the day came, Robin was experiencing intense horniness. This last class was the one Mark was in. As she waited for the students to file into the room, she sat at her desk, breathing with excitement. There was a flush on her smooth, creamy cheeks and her dark eyes glittered with wicked delight. She allowed her knees to remain apart a few inches with her skirt at mid-thigh. Of course she pretended she was unaware of this position, but she watched the students, seeing which ones peeked at her.
Mark, as he came in, saw immediately. When he saw the creamy inner surfaces of Robin's thighs under her desk, he lifted an eyebrow in question.
Robin lowered her eyes shyly and opened her legs, pretending to reach for something at the end of the desk. She knew this showed Mark what he wanted to see. Probably, she felt, a few other students had seen her bushy cunt, too. She didn't mind, although the flush on her face burned brighter. When she straightened up, Mark gave her a very slight nod of approval.
Oddly enough, she felt pleased.
Robin went through the class by rote, not knowing what she was doing. All she knew was that Mark was there, looking at her, and that she wanted him badly. She knew some of her actions were brazen, wanton, and the students were probably wondering about her, but Robin didn't care.
Giving a short lecture, she sat on the edge of her desk, swinging one foot. Her skirt was up, and her thighs revealed. Robin knew some of the students became excited by this, and that in turn sent her emotions high. Now and then she would reach for something, a pencil, a piece of paper, and her legs would open. Some of the boys and girls giggled once, and Robin knew they had gotten a brief peek at her hairy cunt. Also, as she talked, her voice trailed off and she gave a soft moan when she rubbed her cunt against her desk and unexpectedly came. Robin's eyes widened in surprise as she sat there on the edge of her desk, coming. It was a moment or two before she could start talking again.
As she spoke, she looked at the young faces, and saw Mark was the only one who understood what had happened.
When the class ended, Robin was glad. Her cunt had been bubbling hotly and she had been afraid she would have to quickly excuse herself, rush to the restroom and fingerfuck herself silly.
"Mark," she called as the boys and girls started out. "Will you see me for a minute, please?"
He waited until the classroom was empty, then approached her desk. "What do you want, Robin?"
She was still sitting on her desk. She looked him in the eye. "You know damn well what I want, darling," she whispered thickly. She pulled her skirt up, lifting her ass to bring it to her waist. "I want your cock, baby! You know how much I want your cock!"
"I gotta go, Robin," he said, smirking at her. "I got a lot of things to do."
She grabbed his cock through his pants, tugging at his zipper with her other hand. "No!" she almost shouted. "Not yet, please! Fuck me, Mark! Oh, please fuck me!"
He stood there, amused by her excitement, pleased that she was begging him to fuck her. Robin knew she was feeding his ego, but her desire for him was too strong for her to resist. She pulled his cock out of his pants, gripping it tightly, pumping in a frenzy. She pressed her lips to his, her tongue snaking into his mouth. She was aware that
Mark had not put his arms around her, but she didn't care right now.
Pulling her mouth away, her eyes blazing, she urged, "Now, Mark! Please, fuck me now! Right now!"
"Turn over, Robin," he said, twisting her shoulders.
Eagerly she twisted about until she was bending over her desk, her tits smashed flat. Her naked ass writhed invitingly. She reached back and ran a hand over the cheek of her creamy ass.
"Here, darling!" she whispered thickly. "Do it to me here!"
"What do you mean? Do it where?" he asked, slipping his fingers between her hot thighs, feeling her hairy cunt.
"In my ass!" she squealed hotly. "I want you to fuck me in my ass! Ohhh, please, stick your cock up my ass and fuck me! I want you to fuck me up the ass, Mark!"
"Hot cunt, hot ass," he taunted, running a finger up and down the crack of her ass.
"Yes, yes!" she agreed with him. "You know I have a hot cunt and hot ass! Fuck it for me, darling! Don't make me wait for it! Stick your cock up my asshole and fuck me!"
She pulled the smooth asscheek aside as his finger pressed, finally entering the tightness of her asshole. Robin crooned with pleasure as he stabbed his finger in and out, fucking her asshole. She wiggled and twisted her naked ass in pleasure, mewling, her eyes closed, breathing in quick gasps.
She felt him pull his finger free, then it was replaced by the swollen head of his cock. She gave a grunt of ecstasy and used both her hands now to pull at the cheeks of her smooth, round ass.
"Ooooo, yes! Push your cock up my ass! Fuck me in my hot asshole, darling! Fuck my ass . . . fuck my hot asshole!"
Robin pressed her naked ass against the pressure of his cock, groaning softly. As Mark's prick slipped into the steaming tightness of her asshole, she yelped with delight. "Ooooo! God, does that feel good!"
"Fucking hot-ass teacher!" he growled from behind her as he began to fuck back and forth. "I'll fuck your hot asshole! I'll fuck you up your hot asshole until you can't walk!"
"Oh, yes, yes! Fuck me hard . . . fuck me fast! Bang your cock hard up my hot asshole, darling!" Robin was almost screaming at him, still clawing at the cheeks of her ass as she hunched back and forth, thrilled to have her asshole stretched by his throbbing hard-on. Her flesh was burning, almost melting. "Oooo, God! I love it, love it, love it! Fuck me, Mark! Oh, fuck my ass . . . my asshole!"
Robin felt every throb of his hard cock as it stabbed in and out of her clinging asshole, every groove, every ridge. It increased her ecstasy to the point where she was almost mindless. Her nerves were screaming with the intensity of her pleasure. Her heart was heavily pounding. It was so great she could hardly breathe. She writhed and twisted her ass in a frenzy of desire, feeling his cock being thrust deeply and powerfully into her asshole.
"Fucking cunt!" Mark was growling as he lunged in and out of her gripping asshole. "Fucking hot cunt teacher! Cocksucking cunt . . . fucking bitch! Cocksucking bitch!"
"Oooo, yes I am!" Robin gurgled hotly. "I'm a hot cunt! I'm your hot cunt bitch teacher! Fuck it, baby! Fuck my tight, hot asshole!"
She rolled and wiggled her exposed ass in such a furious manner that Mark had some difficulty keeping up with her. Her hip movements were swift, jerky, but Robin made sure his cock remained up her clasping asshole.
"Some one could . . . come in!" Mark grunted, banging harshly against her shaking ass. "See us ... "
"I don't give a fuck!" Robin yelped. "I don't give a fuck if the whole cocksucking school came in and saw you fucking me up the ass! Just fuck my asshole, Mark! Fuck them all!"
And at this moment Robin did not care if someone came into the classroom. Her steaming heat was fogging her mind, making her care for nothing except his hard cock driving in and out of her asshole. She was coming in waves of boiling contractions, her body shuddering as if she were having seizures. She mewled loudly, making soft yips as she came. Her asshole flexed about his throbbing cock, and then she heard him grunt as he drove hard up her ass, his cock deep inside.
"There it is, Robin!" he shouted.
She felt his cock spewing his come juice into her asshole, and it triggered an explosion inside her body that sent her head up from the desk, her mouth open and her eyes tightly shut. She let out a long, drawn-out wail of pure ecstasy, then dropped again to the desk.
"Oh, my God! Oh, my God!" she whimpered, gasping and struggling for breath. "Oh, my God!"
When Robin came out of her fog-swirling ecstasy, she was alone in the classroom. Her skirt was still at her waist, her naked ass pointed toward the door, which Mark had not shut. She stood up weakly, her asshole tingling with the pleasure still rumbling through her. She wondered, vaguely, if anyone had peeked in at her. She decided no one had, otherwise they would have entered and fucked her, or at least said something to her.
She smoothed her skirt down and, taking her purse, walked on wobbling legs from the room. As she walked slowly toward her car, she wondered what was happening to her. Her body seemed to crave sex more than ever, and her mind was constantly on it. She was throwing caution aside, knowing the danger she placed herself in, yet unable to do anything about it. Her body was in control of her actions now, despite the warnings that her mind flashed.
By the time she arrived at her car, she felt a bit stronger, but her body and mind was in a hot turmoil of erotic stimulation. Despite just getting fucked almost brutally up her ass a few minutes ago, her body was still raging for more of the same.
She started to climb behind the wheel of her car and noticed Bob, again near the gaudy car, with two other boys. She waved to him before she entered her own car, and with a soft giggle, deliberately sat down and allowed her legs to part. She knew Bob, and possibly the two boys, had caught a peek at her pantyless cunt. Bob grinned and started toward her. Robin waited for him, bringing her feet into the car, feeling a flush of pleasure on her cheeks at what she had done.
"Hi, Bob," she said cheerfully as he paused at the car door.
"Going home now. Robin?" he asked, squatting at the still open door.
"Yes," she replied with a smile. "Would you like to go with me?"
He laughed, reaching out and patting her thigh. "I sure would, but I've got basketball practice in a few minutes."
"Shit!" she snapped. Then her blush deepened. "I guess I shouldn't talk that way around here."
"Nobody cares," he said, running his hand along her thigh. "Especially my buddies over there."
Robin glanced at the two boys, then quite deliberately lifted her skirt and pulled Bob's hand underneath it. "Feel my cunt, Bob. Feel me up for just a minute."
"The guys might see," he said, watching her reaction but caressing the puffy lips of her cunt as she spread her thighs for him.
"I don't give a fuck!" Robin hissed, grabbing the back of his head and drawing his mouth to hers. She kissed him hard, then looked at the two boys again. They were watching with intent, burning eyes. "They can see what they want to see! Shit, call them over and I'll let them have a feel of my cunt, too!"
Bob laughed, low and husky. He worked his finger into her soaked cunt, thrusting it in and out as he squatted there. "They'd love to have a feel of your hairy cunt, Robin ... if you mean that." "I mean it," she said sincerely. "God, I don't know what's happening to me, but I can't seem to get enough cock! Come home with me, Bob, please! I want to get fucked! I'll fuck you so much ..."
"But I have practice," he said, pressing at her clitoris.
"Fuck practice!" she almost screamed at him, wiggling her ass on the seat. "Please, I'll suck your cock off, make you come in my mouth! You can fuck me up my asshole , . .just come home with me, please! Oh God, I want to get fucked so badly!"
Bob thrust his finger .in and out of her boiling cunt as she writhed, whimpering softly.
"Ohhh, you're going to make me come, Bob!" she mewled. "Oh God . . . you're going to make me come! Finger me faster . . . faster!"
Robin squealed softly as she came, her cunt entering convulsions that were strong enough to rip her muscles to shreds. Bob kept up the swift stabbing of her cunt until she began to relax somewhat, then he withdrew his finger and looked up at her. Robin still burned with tormenting inner heat.
"You're really a hot one, Robin," he said, smiling at her. "You're even hotter than I suspected."
He stood up and closed the car door for her, then he leaned in, kissing her quickly. As he started to draw away, Robin again grabbed his head, both her hands on his face. She pressed her mouth to his, thrusting her tongue into his mouth. Through the erotic roar in her head, she heard the two boys laugh.
"If you're that hot, Robin, I think I can do something about it."
"Come home with me?" she asked, her voice pleading. She looked at his friends, who were leaning on the car, watching. "They can come with you, like I said. I don't mind, Bob. I'll fuck all three of you."
"Practice, remember?"
"Oh, fuck that goddamn basketball practice!" Robin said angrily, loud enough for her voice to carry to the two boys. Again they laughed - obscenely, Robin thought. But she didn't care any longer. All that mattered was her boiling cunt, her hot asshole, her watering mouth. "I'll do anything you want, Bob," she promised desperately. "Anything at all. Bring your friends with you . . . and I'll do anything you want me to do with them! Anything! All three at the same time - one fucking my cunt . . . one up my asshole, and one in my cocksucking mouth!"
"Sorry, baby," he said, reaching in and fondling one of her tits.
Knowing the two boys could see, Robin pulled her blouse to one side, revealing a creamy tit. She placed Bob's hand on it, looking directly at the two boys. They both had delicious-looking lumps inside their pants by this time, and Robin ran her tongue over her lips as she looked at them.
"See, Bob," she said in a thick voice. "I don't care if they see you play with my tit! Now you know I mean what I say. Please come home with me . . . all three of you!"
But he pulled his hand away. Robin sat in her car, her shapely, flawless tit exposed to the hot eyes of all three teenage boys. "Gotta practice," he insisted, walking away.
Robin sat there, tears of frustration in her eyes, her tit revealed.
Finally, she started her car and, with an upright middle finger toward the boys, she pulled her blouse over her tit and drove off.