Chapter 10

The first time I laid eyes on Mrs. Deova I had a strong hunch I'd found the door to wonderful new sex experiences. She was a new teacher in the English department. She was built like a Greek goddess. You'd expect her to be teaching modern dance, or drama, but she had a brain as well as a beautiful body.

I also had the hunch I'd get farther faster with Mrs. Deova if I brought myself to her attention through the abilities of my brain, rather than the physical prowess of my body.

English had always been one of my best subjects, especially composition. I very soon established myself prominently in her awareness as the guy who does every assignment perfectly. I wasn't all that much surprised the day Mrs. Deova asked if I'd have time that afternoon to go over some problems that she would like my opinion on. It turned out the problems concerned her receiving a request to teach a couple of drama classes. She had also been given the job of selecting the play our senior class would present that year.

I went to the home room of Mrs. Deova when the last bell rang ending the final period for that day. The kids were still messing around, reluctant to clear out. Finally they left, heading for their after-school hangouts. Mrs. Deova was strangely nervous as she asked that I sit down in a chair near her desk.

After telling me about having been given responsibility for the selection of the play the seniors would present, she asked, "I'm concerned about holding the kids' interest, and I'm wondering if you think by assigning characters and having the various plays under consideration read in my senior classes, I could stimulate more excitement about the project?" She added, "Then perhaps when they'd all been read, the kids could vote to indicate which play they dug the most."

"I think holding the other kids' interest would be the least of your problems." I said. "What are some of the plays you have in mind?"

Mrs. Deova said, "I had several in mind; I went off this morning and left them at my apartment!"

Making an effort to sound casual, I said, "That's no problem. I could stop by your place and have a look, if that's all right with you?" I chuckled, then added, "Some of your peer group, and plenty of older men too, would jump at a chance to invite you up to their place to see their etchings. I'm asking to come have a look at your plays."

She gave me a quiet smile, then said, "You have a remarkably quick mind and I like that very much. A groovy body is such a waste unless there's an equally attractive mind that goes with it. I've been getting an increasingly strong impression that you must possess just about a perfect combination."

"I'm very happy that you like my ... combination. Thank you. Will you be home in about an hour if I come knocking on your door?" I said.

Mrs. Deova just sat there behind her desk for a moment, her eyes holding mine. Then she stood up, stretching her lovely body, acting as if a delicious shiver of excitement was going through her as she did. She murmured low and rather breathlessly, "You're a bold one; I have a hunch you're way ahead of me."

I said, "There's one way to find out; give me your address."

She stood there staring at me for a moment, a bright gleam shining in her eyes. She seemed to be enjoying the delay in answering. It reminded me of the way girls like to look at a package, turning it around in their hands, before they finally start to unwrap it. Yet there was a look of mature experience and feminine strength about her that made the girls my own age seem like little kids by comparison. Not one thing had really happened yet, but I found a bulging lump of hardness straining at the material of my trouser leg.

Mrs. Deova leaned down to her desk, picked up a pen and quickly wrote her address on a slip of paper, then handed it to me. I took the paper and stood up, saying, "See you in an hour."

I turned as if starting to the door, then I glanced back at her, letting my eyes swoop down that beautiful bod. I glanced at her face again and asked, "An hour ... or half hour?"

She sounded breathless as she said, "Why not fifteen minutes?"

I was strangely pleased to find this gorgeous vision of female pulchritude as excited and eager for the adventure as I was. I told her quietly, "You're a very exciting woman, just in case no one's told you recently."

She whispered breathlessly, "To think I was worried that life here would seem dull compared to the big city. You could very well be the salvation of my whole career in teaching."

"Us fellows of dear old Buffalo Union High all do our best to keep our faculty happy," I said in the sing-song meter of a Chinese merchant. Then I got out of there before I forgot myself and tried to rape that gorgeous woman right there and then. I had a hunch she would have raped easy, but if anyone had walked in on us it wouldn't exactly help her career. Smart people still observe at least some discretion.

A short time later when I knocked at her apartment door, Mrs. Deova was right on the spot to open the door before I could rap on the door the second time. She was dressed in a filmy, lavender negligee. She closed the door and asked, "Would you like a drink?"

I decided it was time to come on stronger. I glanced around at her, smiling as I said, "It's plenty warm enough today; a nice cool shower sounds much better to me than anything to drink."

She waved toward an inner door, asking, "Would you like to use my bedroom ... to undress?"

"I have a better idea," I said. "Why don't you come help me undress? Who knows, you might decide to keep me company."

She smiled suddenly like a little kid, then exclaimed, "Please don't let me wake up; I know I must be dreaming all this!"

I took her hand and led her into the bedroom, as I would a small child.

She moved closer to me as we stepped inside the doorway. I began slowly unfastening the sash and snaps that held her negligee together. My fingers were trembling. I felt a small hand pressing and exploring the protrusion that was pushing out against the front of my pants. I couldn't help a sharp gasp as her hand closed around my rigid cock.

Just then I released the ribbon that let her naked breasts burst free of her gown. They jumped out proud and free before my startled eyes, big, beautiful boobs. I caressed them with my hands, murmuring, "I dig this dreaming! I don't want to wake up either." Then I added, "This is the bitchingest dream I ever did have!" I ducked my head and buried my face between her boobs, shaking my face back and forth against them, then began licking and kissing them and finally sucked both excited nipples into my mouth together. What a wave of sensation that shot through me; my cock threatening to burst free of my pants.

I was as superheated and excited as if this was going to be my first experiment with sex. I'd never been more steamed up in my entire life. It amazed me how completely new and absolutely fresh and different a new and different type of sex partner can make the whole experience seem. I pulled my hungry lips away from her tities long enough to gasp, "You're delectable! Lovely! Beautiful!"

She pulled away from me and began working on the buttons of my shirt, then she moved on down to my pants. In less time than it takes to tell, I was bare-assed naked. Her hand closed around my cock again without the insulation of the clothing between.

"Oh, Vincey, you look mighty delectable yourself!" she said. Suddenly she let her knees hinge, sinking toward the floor until her mouth was level with that rock-hard cock of mine. She struck her tongue out and gave me a drooling lick from my balls to the sensitive tip of the flared head. For an instant I shook like a chill had hit me. I gasped out, "Mrs. Deova!"

"My name's Mary, love," she murmured. Then she closed her lips around the head of my cock again, sucking at it as the tip of her tongue teased the sensitive underside. That drew another large gasp out of me. I could hardly force the words out, "And I thought ... some of my ... girl friends had educated mouths! Lordy!"

Then I pulled her to her feet, afraid I might get carried away with the sensations that were running rampant through my body. "How does it feel to be about to fuck one of your students, teacher?" I asked.

She was rubbing her bare bod up against mine as she gasped out, "Call me Mary, Vince dear, please?"

"How does it feel, Mary darling?" I murmured.

Mary stood there, having interrupted her grinding motions. Then she shook her head, declaring, "Something about you, darling, has my blood pressure shoved higher than any man anywhere else ever sent it before. I don't understand it."

"You don't have to understand it; sex is physical, not intellectual," I murmured. "Don't try to approach this as a teacher. Just relax ... Relax and enjoy."

"Right you are, Vincey," she said, "The shower is this way." Her hand closed around my stiff cock again like it was a handle. She turned toward the door of the bathroom.

As we passed the bed, Mary dropped her gown and negligee all the way down, stepped out of it, and tossed it onto the bed. Then she led me straight on into the bathroom and right into the shower stall.

Mary turned to me as she reached for the lever of the water-control valve, asking, "Is this shower really necessary?"

"Not for you, I'm sure," I said you smell like a breath of heaven. But I haven't had a chance to freshen up yet. Besides, I have heard that lovers who shower together, stay together!"

"Well then," Mary said, "let the shower commence!" And with that, she flipped the lever, sending a torrent of water shooting down upon us.

Something about being in a shower with someone of the opposite sex who really turns you on can make it an experience like you wouldn't believe possible. Having my naked flesh sprayed with hot water seems to step up the degree of sensation I get from every contact of skin upon skin. Especially when the other body is someone like Mary!

She wasn't just a stupid broad with hot pants like a lot of the girls my own age. They have the idea that sex is nothing but a way to a certain kind of popularity. Even in the swinging crowd I'd discovered a guy still has to contend with a high percentage of that kind of ignorance. For some of the guys that kind of chick would do just fine. They consider a girl or woman to be some kind of inferior being created for them to use and humble. But then, that type of guy tries so hard never to get emotionally involved with any female, he holds himself aloof and superior. He tries to keep himself convinced that a female is only something created for his pleasure, to be fucked and forgotten. That wasn't my way. I sure couldn't have assumed anything near that kind of attitude with Mary, thank God.

Mary was that rare type of woman who experienced as much pleasure from being able to create mind-blowing sensations in her partner as she did from her own sensations. She watched for my reactions as much as I watched for hers. She wasn't in any great rush; she gave as much as she got. I wasn't aware of it at the time, but I realized it when I thought about it later.

At the time, all I was aware of was the heightened sensitivity of every nerve in my entire body and of what Mary's marvelous hands were doing to stir up sensation in me like I'd never known before.

I began soaping up a lather across her shoulders. I gently rubbed my lower belly and the throbbing hardness of my rigid cock against the curving softness of her bottom.

She tipped her pelvis, pushing her ass back against me. We were both so hot I think the spray of water hitting us was vaporizing upon contact. We were both ready.

Mary started to turn herself to me, but I stopped her with my hands on her shoulders. "Take it easy, Mary honey. Let's let the love honey simmer awhile; it's better that way," I said.

She moaned, "I'm far beyond the simmering stage now. What's going to happen when I come to a full boil?"

"Trust me, Mary," I said. "I'll take care of you." Then I started soaping her again, working from her shoulders on down her back. As I went, I moved my hands in around and under her armpits where her big wonderful boobs were. It was just like touching some kind of button the way her arms sprang away from her sides, opening room for my hands to gently caress her.

Actually, I just ran the tip of my fingers over the tips of her nipples. I could tell it sent sensation roaring through her body by the way she shivered.

"More, Vincey, do it more," she moaned. "I want you so bad I ache all over!" she added.

I knew what she wanted, but I also knew how much better it would be if she wasn't allowed to build too fast. She was holding her breath waiting, hoping my hands would come around again and cup those luscious breasts. I was teasing, and she knew it, but it was still a kind of teasing that was thoroughly enjoyable to her.

"Vince lover," she murmured, "you have my nerves doing yo-yos! The sensations going through me just from your hands on my flesh is more than other men gave me when they were giving me everything they had. If some other woman had told me any living man could stir up that much delicious feeling inside before he ever touched her vagina, I'd have sworn she was hallucinating. But now I know better!"

I was feeling the heat and excitement coursing through every cell in my body as I answered, "It's no figment of your imagination, no acid-head illusion, no dream world, baby. This is for real and my own blood is like liquid fire!"

I worked my way on downward, until her curving ass was soaped and lathered; then the backs of her legs to her knees. Then I started back up again.

Mary made a funny little sound in her throat then she said, "You have such wonderful, dreamy hands, love."

My hands seemed to move of their own volition, caressing the soft, sensitive skin on the inside of her thighs. I could feel the muscles throughout her lower body knot and swell, writhing with a charge of anticipation that seemed too great for them. She began trembling; I decided I'd better let up for a minute, give her a chance to get herself in control.

I was feeling lightheaded myself. I found myself wondering if it could be possible to actually get her so hot it would be impossible to blast off? I know I was experiencing an exquisite, agonizing, delightful, awful kind of torture while all this caressing was going on.

My cock was so hard it was beginning to ache. It kept bumping into her ass reaching out of its own accord. I ran my fingertips up her leg then, close to her asshole, her taint, and her smoking cunt, without really touching her there. I told her, "Time to turn around and get the front of you all sparkly!"

"Lordy, Vince, I don't know if I can stand any more!" she gasped. "I'm so charged full of electricity that if you just get close to me with that beautiful connection of yours, I'll light us both up like a couple of Christmas trees!"

I chuckled and asked, "Does that mean you've been enjoying yourself?"

"You have to ask?" she whispered.

I was pleased, to say the least. The excitement inside me was sent zooming by just knowing the sensations she was experiencing were so great.

Without warning, I put my sudsy hand on her soft, mink-coated hot box. Her head jerked back on her shoulders and I heard a low, strangled moan. Her knees began to bend and I realized her hot box was pulsing wildly. I grabbed her to keep her from falling, keeping my other hand on the drooling lips of her cunt.

She grabbed the hair on my head and wound her fingers deep into it with a grip of desperation. There was so much pressure inside her struggling to be released I began to wonder if her bod could stand it.

"Vincy, my poor head, it's going round and round and I don't think I can hold on much longer!" she groaned.

Her face was contorted as if in the grip of awful anguish. She seemed barely aware of her surroundings. The way she was acting, she might really pass out.

I moved my suds-covered hand away from her pussy, which was still pulsating furiously, hoping that would let her cool off a little. I began spreading the bubbling lather higher. Then higher still.

Even though the suds, the heat of her body burned against my palms. Her nipples were both standing at attention. The nipples thrust outward from her tits like two tiny, rigid cocks, each striving to attract the attention of my fingers.

I had learned how anticipation can skyrocket the voltage of sensation and was doing everything I could to supercharge Mary. Her breath was coming in ragged gasps and pants.

She gasped even more sharply when I put my hands back along the sides of her tits, just ahead of her armpits. She stared at me, making funny little noises in her throat, reminding me of a purring kitten. I brought my fingertips forward slowly along the swelling flesh of her tits. Mary shivered convulsively, the sounds growing louder in her throat.

Suddenly she let go of me with one hand and grabbed at her cunt, frantically caressing herself. Her hips began humping movements. Her eyes closed, her head drawn back in a strained position. It looked uncomfortable as hell but she seemed oblivious to everything.

I kept right on caressing her burning tits moving closer and closer to her nipples. Finally I closed my fingertips around them and drew them slowly outward. Mary acted as if I'd pulled two triggers at once, blasting her off in orgasm. When I saw she had started on a wild trip, I lifted her body against mine. She grabbed my body with her legs in a vise-like grip and began humping against me.

I grabbed her around the hips and settled her downward, slipping my rigid cock into her pulsating tunnel of love. That move brought a thin wailing scream from her that almost startled the come juice out of me before I was ready. She was still humping against me wildly, seemingly too far out to know or care what I was doing.

I grabbed a towel off the bar and put it around Mary so she wouldn't slip out of my arms. Her legs were locked around me so tightly I don't think she would have slipped even if I had lost my hold on her. I carried her to the bedroom; laid her on the bed.

That delicious teetering on the fine edge of a plunge into orgasm had gone on about as long as I could stand it. My cock felt like she had drawn it up inside her 'til it was far larger than it'd ever been. I'd never before experienced such overwhelming sensation. Suddenly the teetering stopped, I felt something inside her grab my cock and milk so hard I couldn't hold back any longer. I drew back and then plunged into her cunt firing come juice with everything I had. For a short time then, everything was far away ... I was right on the edge of blacking out. I heard someone yell and realized later that it had been me.

When there finally was room in my mind to register something other than overpowering sensation, I found Mary had raised herself over me on her hands and knees and was riding me like I'd never been ridden before. Suddenly she stiffened, and then something inside her turned on again. I could feel the heat of her cunt as it milked away at my throbbing cock. The way she had turned on again was fantastic! The sensation it sent through me was too much to try to describe. The only way to understand anything like that is to experience it yourself. It was almost painful, it was so damned good!

When I came back from that trip enough to realize what was happening, I grabbed both her nipples and sucked them into my mouth. Mary screamed like a banshee. I clapped a hand over her mouth to muffle the sound a little. She tapered off to an agonized groaning. After a while her pulsing cunt began to slow down. Her arms and legs began to tremble, then suddenly she collapsed on top of me like a blob of jelly.

My own body felt like I didn't have a bone or muscle left. I struggled and finally managed to roll her dead weight off me, turning both of us so we came to rest again on our sides. In doing it, I was careful not to lose our coupling, not to let that delicious cunt slip away from me. I took my hand away from her mouth, murmuring, "You can get a little on the noisy side when you get carried away, can't you, sweetheart? I'll wager if anyone heard you they would think you were getting murdered instead of enjoying a good fuck."