Chapter 7
Roy Crandle, a handsome, bespectacled, studious-looking teacher in his early thirties, glanced at the clock and continued his lecture in a dry monotone. It was obvious that he was no more interested in Switzerland than any of this students.
Helen sat in the front row of the class and struggled to stifle a yawn. Class was almost over now. She had seen the homework assignment on the blackboard behind Mr. Crandle, and she knew that she was supposed to copy down the reading and writing to be done for the next day. But it was hard to concentrate. All she wanted to do was look at the bulge Mr. Crandle's prick made in the front of his trousers.
She'd already decided that she was going to fuck him. Helen had always felt a strong desire for Mr. Crandle's body, ever since she'd taken Aztec Culture with him as a freshman. Now that she'd had her cherry popped, and experienced the joys of fucking and sucking, she wanted to show her teacher what she'd learned.
She could hardly bear the anticipation. As the class watched the second hand count down the minutes to the bell, Helen wiggled her ass in her chair and sighed as she imagined Mr. Crandle's cock shooting a thick wad of cum down her throat.
"Okay. So much for the Swiss. Tomorrow we move straight into the Industrial Revolution. Maybe you'll find that more interesting." Crandle smiled wryly and glanced at the clock. "I think I can let you out thirty-five seconds early. See you tomorrow."
Like a crowd fleeing a tidal wave, the class flooded out of the room into the hallway. Crandle frowned resignedly, went to his desk and sat down to correct some papers. It took him a minute to realize that a student still remained with him in the classroom.
"Helen? Can I help you with something?"
Crandle pushed his glasses up his nose and looked at her. Then his gaze moved down her body, and Helen felt herself blushing as she approached his desk. Today she'd deliberately worn one of the most provocative dresses in her wardrobe, a skintight print that dipped at her tits to show plenty of cleavage and rode up her thighs so high that it nearly showed her ass. Crandle couldn't help noticing her well-stacked figure.
"Well, it's kind of embarrassing," Helen said nervously. "I have a personal question. Do you mind if I ask you?"
Crandle looked at her curiously for a moment, then settled back in his chair and folded his arms behind his head. "Of course, Helen," he said. "Anything to be at your service."
"It's just that you're my favorite teacher and all, and you're the only one I trust." Helen sat on the edge of his desk and looked at him. "You're sure you don't mind? I could always ask somebody else."
"No, not at all. What's your question?"
"Well, it's like this. If a girl is really turned on to a guy, what can she do to get him to go to bed with her?"
For several seconds Crandle looked at her with expressionless disbelief. Then his eyes widened, his jaw dropped, and his lips moved to pronounce words that were never spoken. Helen was secretly amused. At least she'd broached the subject.
"Uh, Helen," Crandle began. "I'm not sure ..."
"It's not that I want to get married or anything," Helen interrupted quickly. "I don't even know if I want to go out on a date with him. He's got a really fantastic body, that's all. What I'd really like to do is just ask him to fuck me."
"Helen, this isn't really ... uh ... territory, uh ..." Crandle adjusted his glasses and stared awkwardly at the homework papers scattered across his desk. "Matters of morality, personal ethics ... best discussed, uh, family standards..."
"Please, Mr. Crandle, somebody's got to help me! I get so horny every time l look at him these days, I practically wet through my panties! Once I saw him get a hard-on, and his cock was so beautiful-looking through his pants, I had to cut class just so I could finger my pussy in the lavatory. If I don't fuck him soon, I'm going to go out of my mind!"
Crandle recovered himself slightly and waved his arms in exasperation. "I don't know what to tell you, Helen. It sounds like you're pretty desperate. If you really want him that bad, just ask him. You're a pretty girl. I'd think any man would take you up on that kind of an offer."
Helen bent forward, so even more of her big, creamy tits would be revealed through the neckline of the dress. "Do you really think so, Mr. Crandle?" she gushed. "Nobody ever told me I was that pretty."
"Why ... that ... that's nonsense." Crandle smiled nervously. "You must know you're beautiful. I've been teaching at this high school for ten years, and you're one of the prettiest girls I've ever seen in this classroom."
"Oh, Mr. Crandle!" Helen sighed. "What a wonderful thing to say!"
Moving quickly, Helen slid off the edge of the desk and sat in Crandle's lap. Crandle gaped at her in astonishment. Helen twined her arms around his shoulders and gave him a long, passionate kiss.
"H-Helen!" he sputtered. "What in the name of God do you think ..."
"I'm kissing you, Mr. Crandle!" Helen wiggled her hot ass on his lap and kissed him again, thrusting her tongue deep in his mouth. "Don't you get it yet? You're the guy I want to fuck! I've wanted to give you my pussy since I was thirteen years old."
Crandle was too confused to push her away, and Helen used the few seconds she had to turn him on as much as possible. Kissing him repeatedly, she unbuttoned his shirt and slid her fingers through the thick hair on his muscular chest. Then her hands moved to the crotch of his pants, and she giggled as she felt a very big, very hard cock.
"Come on, Mr. Crandle! I can tell you've got a hard-on!" Continuing to kiss him, Helen fumbled for the zipper of his slacks. "Don't you want to fuck me? I promise not to tell."
"Helen, for God's sake," Crandle sputtered. He turned his head to avoid her kisses and made a polite effort to push her out of his lap. "You've got to stop this. You're too young for me. You don't know what you're ..."
Then Helen got his throbbing cock out of his pants, and Crandle stopped speaking abruptly as his long, thick prick pulsed in Helen's hand. Cooing with delight at the size of his cock, Helen squeezed it hard. Crandle turned into jelly on the chair.
"All right," he whispered huskily. "You win. Just check the hallway and lock the door."
Helen wiggled out of his lap, glanced in either direction down the empty hall and locked the door firmly behind her. This operation only took a minute, but by the time she turned back to him, Crandle had removed all his clothes.
His body was lean, muscular and hairy, and his cock was marvelously big and stiff. Helen felt her pussy aching as she stared at his prick, twitching and pulsing as it stood straight out of the short hairs covering his big, wrinkled nuts.
"What a big cock, Mr. Crandle!" she gushed hotly. "Let me suck it for you!"
Helen fell to her knees in front of the chair and took half of his prick down her throat in one, eager gulp. Immediately she clasped her lips around the veined shaft and started sucking it furiously, happily rolling her tongue all over the swollen, spongy knob of his cock.
"No!" Crandle said fiercely. He surprised Helen by pushing her away, then impatiently patted the desk. "Get up here. I get to suck you first."
One look at his feverishly excited expression told Helen that her history teacher had a thing for eating cunt. Giggling, Helen rose to her feet and sat on the edge of the desk. Crandle's hands were all over her before she'd had a chance to wiggle her ass into a comfortable position.
He tore at the short hem of her dress, pulling it over her ass cheeks to her waist. For several seconds he paused, panting with lust as he stared at her lacy, bikini panties, at the wetness of her pussy that had seeped through the sheer crotch.
Then he tore the panties down her legs and dropped them to the floor. Helen tried to cross her legs demurely to tease him, but Crandle scissored them apart and stared at the fluffy-haired, swollen lips of her aching cunt.
"Oh, God, what a pretty little pussy." Moaning, he slid his hands under her thighs and gripped the cheeks of her ass, holding her in position. "Yes, yes, what a sweet little cunt!"
Crandle's words faded as he buried his face between her thighs. Immediately he extended his tongue and started licking her burning cunt slit, sighing with satisfaction as he immersed himself in the pungent aroma of the pussy of a horny teenaged girl.
"Unhhh, Mr. Crandle! That feels so good!" Helen bit her lip and stared down at the top of her teacher's head, wiggling avidly between her creamy thighs. "Suck it, Mr. Crandle!" She started bucking her ass lightly off the desk top, fucking her cunt onto his mouth. "Suck off my cunt!"
Crandle obviously loved to eat pussy. Quickly his tongue flicked on the steaming folds of her cunt, lapping up the fuck juices that oozed from deep inside her pussy. He pushed his tongue into her cunt, separating the lips as if he intended to fuck her pussy with his mouth.
"That's so good, Mr. Crandle!" Helen grabbed his hair and whipped her thighs as far apart as she could, shamelessly spread-eagling her pussy for the pleasure of her teacher's tongue. "I've never had my cunt sucked like this before! Oh, Christ you're making me cum!"
Crandle pulled his hands away from her bucking ass cheeks, realizing that he never could have held Helen's wildly humping hips in position. His hands moved all over her body, squeezing her big tits through the dress and lovingly stroking her thighs. Then he started to fumble with the buttons, gradually stripping the dress from her shoulders.
"Let me do it!" Helen pulled the dress over her shoulders and dropped it onto the floor, leaving her naked except for her bra. She took that off too, and her bared tits jiggled and shook freely on her ribcage. "Squeeze my tits, please!" she pleaded hotly. "That turns me on so much!"
Busily licking her pussy, Crandle pushed his hands up her belly and sighed as he took an ample, full tit in each palm. The large, reddish nipples were stiff and rubbery, and Helen whimpered with ecstasy as he rubbed his palms on her tits.
"H-harder!" she stammered. "Get my clit now! Oh, please, Mr. Crandle, I'm getting so fucking close! I want you to make me cum!"
Crandle continued to lick her pussy, gradually moving up her slit until he was closer and closer to her clit. The small, pink bud was stiff and pulsing, hungry for the touch of his tongue.
Crandle wrapped his lips tightly around her clit. He sucked it tenderly, capturing it between his lips and moving his head up and down, just as Helen did when she gave a good blow-job.
"More, Mr. Crandle!" Feverishly Helen shook her head back and forth and writhed nakedly on the desk top as Crandle slid his tongue all over her clit. "I love that! Unggghhhh! I'm gonna cum now! Keep sucking me, suck my pussy hard!"
Crandle realized she was on the edge of orgasm. Releasing her tits, he spread her thighs even farther apart and suddenly stabbed two fingers into the clinging depths of her sopping cunt.
Helen grunted as she felt her pussy muscles suck needfully around his fingers. Crandle jacked her off expertly, allowing her swollen pussy to open and close as he pumped his fingers through the silky wetness of her fuck-hole.
His tongue and lips continued to work directly on her clit, making the pleasure burn and throb deep inside her cunt. Finally he spread her humping ass cheeks with his other hand and rammed a stiff finger deep inside her asshole, stretching the rubbery walls of her puckered ring.
"C-c-cumming," Helen stuttered. She squealed, locked her thighs around Crandle's head and humped her ass as hard as she could. "Suck me! Nnggggg, God, jack me off! I'm cumming now! Oh, fuck, cummmiiinnnggg!"
In unison, Helen's pussy and asshole muscles convulsively gripped Crandle's fingers. She came all over his face, drenching his lips with the fuck juices that seemed to pour out of the throbbing folds of her cunt.
Crandle kept sucking her clit as the climax swept through her naked body. Helen whimpered like a horny dog as she came again and again, writhing in the throes of orgasm for what felt like minutes at a time.
Finally the spasms subsided, and Crandle withdrew his fingers and lips from her dripping pussy. Helen let her ass drop to the cunt-juice-stained top of the desk.
"Oh, Mr. Crandle," she panted. "Where did you learn to suck pussy like that? I've never cum so hard in my whole life."
"Get on the floor," Crandle replied tersely.
Helen looked al him. His expression was crazed with lust, and his cock was throbbing so stiffly that it looked like it might break. He looked so horny that she was sure he would have raped her if she'd refused to do as she was told.
All at once, Helen had an exciting idea. She'd always felt a desire to be completely overpowered by a man, to be thrown onto a bed or table or floor and fucked as savagely as he pleased. A real-life rape would have terrified her, but a game was something else. Helen wondered if her teacher would play along.
"Didn't you hear me?" Crandle said, his voice rising. "I said get on the fucking floor!"
"I don't want to," Helen replied simply.
"What?"
Helen did her best to look innocent. "You heard me. I just came. I don't give a shit if you get your rocks off. Why don't you just beat your meat or something? I've got to get home."
"What! You can't do this to me!" Crandle cried. "Shit, can't you see how hard my fucking cock is? You just can't do this to a man."
Helen glanced at his prick and suppressed a giggle. His blood-engorged shaft was bobbing and jerking up and down, and jism was leaking out of the knob so freely that a puddle of pre-cum had formed on the floor.
"Tough luck," Helen said simply. She climbed off the desk and reached for her dress.
For a moment, Crandle stared at her blankly as she picked up her panties and started to push a dainty foot through the leg opening. Then something in his expression cracked, and he lunged for her with an animal's single-minded sense of purpose.
"Fucking bitch!" he shouted. "I'll teach you to fuck with me like this! Fucking no-good whore!"
Grabbing her around the waist, Crandle grunted as he picked her up and tossed her on her back onto the floor. Helen squealed and pretended to be frightened. Crandle fell to his knees and lunged between her luscious thighs, holding his cock in his fist as he searched for the opening of her cunt.
"What ... what do you think you're doing?" Helen sputtered indignantly. "You heard me! Leave me alone!"
"Fuck your ass off," Crandle whispered deliriously. He twisted his hips to force her legs apart and pinned her shoulders to the floor with his forearm. "Teach you to fuck me with me ... fuck the shit out of your cunt ..."
"Stop it, Mr. Crandle!" Helen cried, struggling valiantly to free herself. "What's gotten into you? You don't know ... awwww, stop it! Let me go!"
Then Crandle forced his drooling cockhead between the lips of her pussy. As he pushed his prick into her hairy cunt, Helen found no reason to continue her act any further. Shutting her eyes, she stiffened and lay motionless as her panting history teacher rammed inch after inch of his stone-hard cock into the buttery sheath of her cunt.
"Like it now, bitch?" Crandle whispered excitedly. "Still want me to stop?"
Crandle groaned as he savored the sucking heat of her pussy, clinging and throbbing around the blue-veined shaft of his prick. Bucking his ass, he forced the last meaty inches of his cock into the depths of her cunt.
Helen kept herself from moving, but she was now so horny she wanted to scream. She could feel Crandle's massive hard-on deep inside her pussy, stretching the walls of her cunt as his prick pulsed and throbbed. His horniness was even more of a turn-on. He'd wanted her body so desperately that he'd thrown her down and fucked her right on the floor!
Crandle started to buck his ass, pumping his cock eagerly through the pouting, gripping lips of her wet cunt. Helen managed to remain motionless throughout the first twenty seconds of their fuck. Then she couldn't stand it any more. Spreading her thighs farther apart, she started to hump her rounded, little ass up to meet the satisfying thrusts of his long cock.
"Do you like it now?" Crandle asked sarcastically. He held her shoulders and fucked her savagely, making her ass cheeks smart as they pounded the floorboards of the school room. "You're moving your ass, aren't you? You liked to get fucked! Still want to go home?"
"Ungghhh!" Helen groaned. Grunting shamelessly, she lifted her thighs high to allow even more of his throbbing hard-on to sink into her buttery pussy. "Unggh! Oh, Mr. Crandle, what a big cock you have! Ungghhh!"
"Beg for it, bitch!" Crandle dropped his head to her jiggling tits and sucked her stiff nipples between words. "Beg for my big cock in your cunt!"
"Fuck meeeee," Helen sighed. She locked her legs around his heaving back and started humping her ass as fast as she could, driving her pussy onto his prick. "You're right, oh, God, it feels so fucking good. I want you to fuck me hard!"
Crandle laughed triumphantly, then wrapped his lips around her nipple and sucked it so eagerly that the creamy flesh flushed around her crimson aureole. His cock pulsed violently every time he rammed it into her fuck-hole, and the jism oozing from the tip mingled with the fuck juices that filled her aching cunt.
Helen could feel his big prick throbbing inside her pussy, and she knew he was already about to cum. The heat mounted in her cunt as the upper side of his pistoning cock brushed her swollen clit. Helen grabbed the cheeks of his ass and pulled down hard, trying to help him get even more of his prick into her insatiably horny pussy.
"Fuck me!" she gasped. The floorboards creaked, and their bellies madly undulated together as they fucked. "Oh, Mr. Crandle! I love your big cock! Please, fuck me harder! Fuck me as hard as you can!"
All at once, Crandle's cock swelled to an enormous size deep inside the syrupy tunnel of her cunt. His balls throbbed, churning with their load of cum. Crandle grunted and contracted his ass cheeks, slamming his meat as far into her pussy as it would go.
"Oh, Christ, Helen," he sighed. "Any second now ... oh, God, it burns ... cumming, ahhhhh!"
The cum literally poured out of his bloated cockhead, deluging her pussy in spurt after frothy, white spurt. Helen whimpered hornily as she felt his jism filling her cunt. Crandle fucked her furiously, moaning as the last drops of his salty jizz oozed from the fat, purplish crown of his emptying prick.
As soon as she felt the jism leaking out of her hairy pussy, Helen knew she was getting off. The orgasm started in the depths of her cunt, pulsing and throbbing, making her nipples tingle and her pussy lips tighten convulsively around Crandle's gushing cock.
"Awwwww, Mr. Crandle!" Helen sighed. She pistoned her naked ass off the floor, frantically pounding her cunt onto his still-hard prick. "Fuck me now! Oh, Christ, I'm cumming! Unggghhh! I said fuck me, oh, harder! Unh, unh, unh, cuummiiinnnggg!"
Crandle rammed his cock into her pussy, keeping her cunt nice and full as her second climax ravaged her body again and again. When it was over, Helen sighed and relaxed with his cock still embedded deep inside her pussy.
It hadn't helped. She was as horny as she'd been before they'd started fucking, for Mr. Crandle and for other men besides. Helen had never loved anything as much as a stiff, spurting cock. She was beginning to wish she could fuck twenty-four hours a day.
"You aren't going to ... you know ... tell anyone that I raped you, are you?" Crandle asked nervously.
Helen giggled and shook her head. "Of course not."
"Because you have to understand," Crandle said delicately, "That you're a minor, and I'm a high school teacher, and it could be a little touchy ..."
Helen interrupted him with a loving kiss. "Don't worry. Your secret's safe with me. As long as you'll fuck me whenever I want."
Crandle smiled and returned the kiss, thrusting his tongue deep into her mouth. Helen was already thinking about her next fuck.