Chapter 2
Robin came awake to her alarm the next morning, and her first conscious thought was of the voice on the telephone telling her not to wear panties to school this day.
She swung her long legs out of bed and entered the shower. As she soaped her body, she found the idea of doing what the boy wanted appealing. She giggled softly to herself as she decided to do that, to go naked under her skirt for the day.
She dressed in a white blouse that emphasized her shapely, pointed tits, and a pale blue skirt that hugged her rounded, swelling ass. There was a slit on the side that exposed her thigh halfway up. Not really appropriate for a teacher, perhaps, but Robin didn't care. As before, she wore nylons with a belt, but left her panties off.
Walking from the parking lot to her class room, Robin felt deliciously wicked, the cool morning air caressing her naked ass and pussy. There was a pleasant twitch of her cunt lips, and her clitoris throbbed lightly.
During the day Robin parted her knees to each of her classes, and not once did she discover who the boy was. No one peeked at her; no one that she could detect, that is. But from the call last night, she knew at least one of the boys, in one of her classes, was looking at her. Somehow it caused her to feel excited all day. Her cunt throbbed excitedly as she exposed herself to the class. She squirmed in her chair and her excitement grew until she was boiling.
Giving the students a surprise test, Robin, in each class, opened her knees as wide as the skirt would allow. She kept them apart for a long time, then strolled among the students and looked at the laps of the boys. She was searching for cocks that were hard, outlined in their pants.
At the end of the day she had not found a hard cock among any of the boys. Disappointed, she sat at her desk and graded the papers. She was alone and all the students had left. She could not keep her mind on what she was doing. Finally she shoved the papers into the drawer and, taking her purse, left for the parking lot. A group of boys were lounging about a brightly painted old car, and she felt their eyes on her as she reached her own car. She climbed in and looked at them. One boy waved at her, and she lifted her hand almost bashfully.
Then she drove home. She wondered if it could be the boy who waved at her, or if it could be any one of them standing near that old car.
She had no sooner entered her apartment than the telephone rang. There was no hesitation now to answer it. Robin actually ran to pick it up. "Hello," she said, breathless.
"Hi, Miss Stone," came the now familiar voice.
"Hi," she repeated, her voice very low, trembling now with excitement.
"That was sweet today."
"What was . . . sweet?"
"That pretty cunt of yours," the boy said. "I knew your pussy would be very hairy. When I saw it, I wanted to fuck you so much I almost came in my fucking pants!"
"You . . . did?"
Robin wondered, briefly, what in the hell she was doing. She was leading this boy on, teasing him, and it was exciting to her. She was no longer angry because of the notes or calls; she was becoming excited beyond description. Surely there couldn't be any harm in just talking to the boy, giving him a peek up her dresses. The poor kid was probably too afraid to ever approach her in person, she thought. Maybe this was the way he got his kicks. It was sort of fun and exciting. She decided to play along with him.
"Was it pretty?" she asked in a low voice, a teasing voice. "Was it really pretty to you?"
"You're damn right it was!" the boy said in a thick voice. "I looked right up your skirt, right up those sweet, smooth thighs, and saw all that curly cunt hair, and damn near came in my fucking pants!"
Robin laughed, low and throaty. "I would have liked that . . . you coming off that way."
"Hey, you're okay, Miss Stone," the boy said. "I mean, I didn't think you'd turn on this way."
"I turn on just about any way," she replied in a husky voice.
"You're hot, huh? I mean, you aren't just cutting up with me?"
"Why would I do that?" she laughed. "Of course I'm hot. Why would I expose myself that way if I wasn't a hot girl, lover?"
"You really like to fuck?" The boy was more excited than she had heard before. "You really do?"
"You're damn right I like to fuck, lover," she said. "I love to fuck! A nice, big, hard cock is the best thing in the world to me. Sometimes I'd rather fuck than eat." Again she gave a soft, husky laugh. "That is, eat certain things."
"Does that mean what I think it means, Miss Stone?"
"It sure does, sweetheart," she teased.
"Wow! That's fantastic!"
"It's delicious," she came back at him.
"Hey, Miss Stone," the boy said, almost too excited to talk now. "Would you go without your panties again tomorrow?"
"Of course I would," she said, running a hand between her thighs and feeling of her cunt. "You can look at my cunt all you want." Then a thought came to her. "But we've got to keep this a secret, you know. I mean, if it's just you and no one else. I'd get fired if others knew about it."
"No one else knows, Miss Stone," he assured her. "I won't tell anyone, either. You're okay, teach!"
After she hung up, Robin wondered what had gotten into her. It was a dangerous game she was playing with this teenage boy. She was very much aware that she could lose her teaching credentials if it ever got out. She loved to teach students, and if she carried this thing through, she would have to be very careful and discreet. Besides, she felt the boy would never reveal himself to her. Surely he was much too bashful. A kid that age didn't have much experience. Did they? One never knew about boys and girls in this day and age, she thought.
When she dressed the next morning, she hesitated. She wasn't sure if she could go through with it. But it was exciting to her, having some unknown teenage boy peek under her dress, seeing her cunt, getting wonderfully hard. So for the second time she went to school without panties on.
Robin trembled slightly throughout the day, opening her knees to each of the classes, still trying to find a pair of teenage eyes glistening between them. When the end of the school day came around, she was very hot. Her cunt was wet and quivering, her clitoris hard and tingling. Her nipples were almost too sensitive to be contained inside her bra.
After the last class filed out, she sat at her desk, trying to calm herself down. Her legs felt weak with what she was doing, and she writhed her ass against the chair. She looked at the back of the classroom where a high shelf contained some of the reference material and books she used. There was a book up there she needed for the next day's class. After she calmed down a bit, she took the high stool and carried it to the back of the classroom. She was climbing up on the stool to get the book when the door opened.
She had one foot on the top rung of the waist-high stool, her skirt hiked to mid-thigh. She turned to see who was entering. "Oh, hi, Mark," she said. Mark Stanton was a boy in her last class of the day. He was small for his age, but quite handsome. She remembered him as the shyest boy of all, but a very good student. She noticed where his eyes were, and looked down at her thigh. It came to her that from where he stood, he could see up her raised dress, and probably her cunt, too. She quickly lowered her foot. She felt a warm blush come over her beautiful face, and wondered why she felt so bashful with him. Mark could not be the boy calling her, leaving those notes. He just wasn't aggressive enough.
"Did you forget something, Mark?" she asked to cover up her embarrassment.
"No," he said. "I thought you might need . . . you know, some help, Miss Stone."
"Help? What kind of help would I need, Mark?"
"I don't know."
"Well," she said, "since you are here, would you brace this stool for me? I need a book up there."
"Sure," he said, coming to stand near the stool.
Robin climbed up on the stool, both feet on the round seat of it. She still had to stretch upwards, and it caused her skirt to ride higher. Mark peered up her thighs, seeing the creamy swell of her asscheeks clearly. Robin glanced down at him, and realized what he was seeing. She felt her cunt twitch hotly, and the cheeks of her ass clenched. Robin became intensely excited to have the young boy peeking up at her. She stayed on the stool much longer than was necessary, letting Mark look and become excited.
"Help me down, Mark," she said, turning on the stool to face him, the dusty book in her hand. She placed her hand on his shoulder and squatted, sliding her feet off and to the floor. The back of her skirt caught on the stool and it lifted to her waist. She heard the boy gasp, and looked down. Her long, smooth, well-tanned thighs were fully exposed and half of that curly triangle of cunt hair.
A glance at the front of his pants told her the boy had a throbbing hard cock now. Pretending it was an accident, she brushed the back of her hand over the outline of his cock, pulled her skirt free and went back to her desk. Knowing the excited boy's eyes were on her ass, she swayed it teasingly.
Sitting in the chair, she wondered what was wrong with her. One boy calling her, sending her notes, peeking at her, was enough, but two of them? And she was deliberately teasing this shy boy.
"Come over here, Mark," she said, shoving her troubling thoughts out of her mind. She watched him approach, his cock pressing at the front of his pants in bold outline. She could even see the swollen head, and it sent a ripple of thrilling pleasure through her body.
Mark stopped at the side of her desk, his cock level with the top. Robin could not take her eyes from it, and she knew Mark was aware of her sudden interest in his cock. He seemed shy, but not embarrassed. Robin took his hand and pulled him to her side. She wasn't sure what she was doing, but felt compelled by some force she couldn't control.
"You're a good student, Mark," she said in a low voice. "You're probably the best student I have. You won't have any difficulty getting into the college of your choice."
As she talked to him, her eyes lingered on the outline of his cock. She licked her lips often, and her cunt was burning. Horrified at what she was doing, Robin moved her hand out and caressed it along his cock.
"That's beautiful," she murmured softly. "Do you have a girlfriend, Mark?"
He nodded his head.
"She must be a pretty little girl," Robin smiled up at him, her fingers curling about his hard cock, feeling it. As she continued to talk, she opened his pants and reached inside. She pulled Mark's cock free.
"Oh, lovely!" she breathed hotly. "You have a lovely cock, Mark!"
Robin's fingers curled about his cock, squeezing it, testing the hardness. She stroked her fist back and forth on it, watching the piss hole flare, dripping now. As she jacked his cock, she pulled her skirt into her lap, spreading her knees. She pulled the boy between her legs and pumped on his prick vigorously, mewling as she watched it drip a few inches from her face.
"Have you . . . done it with your girlfriend, Mark?" she asked. "You know what I mean, don't you?"
"Yes," he said, his eyes burning down into her face. "We do it all the time." "Have you ever fucked a woman?" "No," he admitted.
Robin squeezed his cock hard, gurgling with pleasure. Her cunt was boiling, soaking wet, her clitoris throbbing like never before. "Would you like to?" she asked in a throaty voice, unable to stop what she was doing. "Would you like to screw me?"
"Would I?" he replied, excited.
Robin laughed, huskily. She stood up and pushed him gently away. "I'll get on my desk."
She sat on the desk, pulling her skirt to her waist, spreading her knees wide. Mark gazed at her revealed cunt, seeing the curly, bushy hair, the pink lips that were wet and slippery.
"You don't have to take your pants down, Mark," she said. "Just get between my legs and put it in me."
She scooted her ass to the very edge of the desk, her legs dangling over it, her hands behind and leaning back slightly. She looked down her body as Mark brought his cock close to her eager cunt. She felt the head press at her rigid clitoris, and a tremor of delight shook her.
"Ooooo, put it in me, Mark!" she mewled. "Hurry and stick your cock in me!"
Robin felt his teenage cock slip into her cunt, and she sighed with pleasure. The roughness of his pants against the sensitive insides of her thighs thrilled her as he began to thrust back and forth, his fingers digging into her hips. Robin writhed her ass with him, twisting excitedly, her eyes closed, lips parted.
"Ohhh, that's good, Mark!" she whimpered as he fucked into her steaming cunt. "God, I love it! Fuck me, Mark! Ohhhh, fuck me!"
"You're hot, Miss Stone!" he grunted, pounding his cock furiously into her hungry pussy. "You're really hot! I like it when a girl is hot like this!"
"Oh, God, God! I'm always hot!" she yelped, jerking her crotch against him. "Fuck me, Mark! Fuck me good! I love getting fucked! Give it to me ... to my cunt!"
She leaned back on her elbows and drew her legs up, placing her heels on his shoulders. Her whole body was shaking as he fucked her cunt energetically. She could hear him gasp and pant as he banged back and forth. She thought she could feel each ridge and groove of his cock as it slithered in and out of her pussy. The lips of her cunt gripped his cock powerfully, something that was unconscious on her part, but an action that she was glad to have.
"Ooooo! Ahhhh!" she whimpered mindlessly, tossing her ass about on the desk. "Fuck me, baby! Give me that hard cock! Fuck me fast . . . really fuck me, Mark!"
"Oh, yes!" he grunted. "I'll fuck you fast, Miss Stone! I'll fuck your hot cunt raw! You're hot as shit, Miss Stone! Hot, hairy cunt . . . fucking hot cunt!"
"Yes, it's a hot cunt!" she squealed at him. "Fuck that hot, hairy cunt! Fuck me, baby! Ooooo, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!"
"I knew your cunt would be hairy," he grunted, going deeply into her twat. "I knew you'd have a hairy cunt, Miss Stone!"
Robin felt the heated ecstasy flowing through every part of her half-naked body. It was like hot irons shooting through her, searing the nerves of her excited pussy.
"I think ... I think I'm going to come, Mark!" she wailed. "Ohhh, yes! I'm going to come!"
"I am . . . too!"
"Hurry! Hurry! Fuck me fast and hard! Make my cunt blow apart! Ohhh, I love this . . . love a hard cock up my pussy, my cunt, my twat! Fuck it for me, baby! Fuck it for me!"
She felt him slam powerfully into her pussy, ramming almost brutally. At the moment she didn't care if he bruised the tender lips of her sensitive cunt, not as long as he kept stabbing into her this way. Her pussy went into convulsions, the strength and power of them surprising her. She yelped with ecstasy as her cunt gripped his cock tightly, the spasms causing her pussy to cling to his thrusting cock like a warm, wet, tight glove.
"You're coming, Miss Stone!" Mark shouted. "I can feel your cunt grabbing my cock! Ohhh, shit . . . I'm gonna come, too!"
"Do it, do it!" Robin gurgled thickly. "Come in my cunt! Ohhh, please, come up my fucking cunt! Fill my pussy with your come juice! I love it . . . love to feel a cock spurting in my cunt!"
Mark grunted again, driving his cock into her cunt deep and hard, then holding himself there. Robin felt his cum spew out, splashing along the walls of her still convulsing pussy. She yelped and wailed with delight, going into another orgasm that was even stronger than the first one. Her pussy milked at his spewing cock, the muscles working involuntarily. Her tits swelled until she thought they would burst with pleasure. Her ass gyrated wickedly as he came in her cunt.
She slumped back onto her desk when it was over, her legs falling from his shoulders to dangle limply over the edge. Her cunt continued to twitch and quiver, and a warm glow of satisfaction filled her. Her tits rose and fell as she gasped in a labored way to breathe.
When she lifted up, she was alone. Mark was no place in the room. Sliding off the desk and smoothing her skirt down, Robin felt a momentary pang of shame. But it did not linger in her mind; the pleasure still filled her slender body. As she gathered her purse to leave, she could feel the come juice dripping along her inner thighs. For a moment she considered going to the bathroom and cleaning herself, but she liked the slippery sensa-tion as she walked down the empty hallway and from the building.
Once again she saw the group of boys standing near the old, gaudily painted car. And again the same boy who had waved at her before waved again. This time Robin waved back at him without hesitation, even flashing a smile today.
It was not until she arrived at her apartment that it came to her. "I knew your cunt would be hairy," Mark had said.
She found it hard to believe the shy boy was the one sending her the notes, calling her on the phone. He just was not aggressive enough. But his words certainly seemed to indicate he was the one. Perhaps it was only a coincidence, she thought, as she ate her dinner alone at the small table in her apartment.
A slight feeling of remorse filled her as she did the few dishes. Robin knew she did not have to seduce a teenage boy. She could have almost any man she wanted, married or single. So why did she allow Mark to fuck her today, and right in the classroom at that? And on her desk, of all places! Was she losing her fucking mind, playing around with a teenage boy almost half her age? That could cause her problems she didn't need or want.
But he was a sweet boy, and very shy, she thought. He wouldn't create any problems for her, she felt. Perhaps she could fuck him again. He wouldn't tell anyone, and the secret would be safe. She did enjoy fucking him, she admitted to herself. If she were very careful, it could continue for a long time.
As she prepared for bed, she found herself missing the phone call. After she was in bed, she lay awake until almost midnight, waiting for the phone to ring. She was startled to find she was disappointed the boy did not call her.