Chapter 3
"Ginny, if you kept your mind less on boys and more on biology, perhaps your grades would improve."
The words cut through the silent classroom like a knife. The young blonde snapped to attention, her eyes widening as her face flushed a beet red.
"I . . . I'm sorry, Mr. Martin," Ginny mumbled, shuffling her feet uneasily and fumbling with some papers on her desk. She kept her eyes lowered, trying to ignore her biology teacher's hot stare and the giggling of her girlfriends.
"Maybe you'd like to fill us in on the pollination cycle of the rose ..."
Ginny jerked her head up and stared in bewilderment at her teacher. Oh God, he was humiliating her in front of the class! He should have guessed she didn't do her homework. She'd been acting like this ever since Burt Roberts fucked her in that field three days ago. All she'd been able to think about was his body, his cock, his balls-and the wonderful way they made her feel. And she'd thrown it all away, telling Burt not to call her! But it was because he was going to write her name all over the bathroom walls or just about the same thing.
When she thought about his suggestion, Ginny felt she'd done the right thing. As much as her pussy grew hot and wet every night, as many times as she pushed her trembling, icy fingers through her matted blonde cunt hairs and felt her musky cunt meat tremble, Ginny couldn't bring herself to dial Burt's home number. Twice she'd picked up the receiver, when her mother and father were gone, and started dialing. Once she even made it past the last digit. But then shame and guilt swept over her and she hung up just as the phone started to ring.
"We're waiting, Miss Dennis."
Ginny raised her eyes and looked pleadingly at her teacher, Mr. Martin. He was a tall, thickly built individual with medium-length black hair and long sideburns that branched off into a full, well trimmed beard and moustache. Always wearing a short-sleeved shirt, he seemed to enjoy flexing his muscles when in front of the class, pressing his thighs against the table and leaning forward, making some of the girls literally pant while the boys shifted in their seats angrily. His broad style of speech always made Ginny tremble. He was almost animalistic in his manner. And yet, he was a brilliant man in his field.
"I ... I didn't get a chance to study last night, Mr. Martin," Ginny stammered, lowering her eyes. If there were a hole, the blonde sixteen-year-old would have gladly sunk into it.
"Didn't get a chance to study it, Miss Dennis?"
Ginny fliched from his sarcastic tone of voice. She hated the way he was looking at her now. There was a vicious gleam in his eye, something telling her he was interested in her more as a woman than as a student.
"Perhaps if you avoid some of the boys and devote your time to your books, you'll improve your grades in this class. Study biology my way, Miss Dennis."
Ginny raised her eyes, then dropped them again. She could feel every eye in the class focused on her. And worse, Ginny could feel Mr. Martin's searching look burn through her clothes.
Oh, God, what it was doing to her pussy!
She tried ignoring the hot, musky feeling between her legs. It was coming back, but this time right in class! At least before, Ginny had managed to keep her cunt under control until she got home. But now her fuzz-covered pussy was bursting with juice, dripping with the frothy oil. As she shifted in her seat, she could feel the silken crotch panel of her briefs peel stickily away from her bloated cunt lips. The young blonde prayed that no one could smell her.
"Yes, sir," she murmured, opening her book to the rose and casting a glance at the teacher.
Mr. Martin had begun to lecture, but still looked long and hard at her several times. Some of the girls in the class noticed and started whispering when they dared, glancing first at the handsome young teacher, then at Ginny, and winking slyly at one another.
Ginny was furious! To think she'd suddenly become the gossip of the school when only a few hours ago she was plain good old Ginny Dennis.
"Ginny, he likes you," Dora Williams, next to her, whispered from behind her book.
"Dora, you be quiet," Ginny whispered back, flashing a look at the front of the classroom. Mr. Martin was writing something on the board.
Ginny worked her thighs back and forth on the seat, feeling the subtle wet friction of her cunt lips against one another. She was getting hot, feeling sweat trickle out from under her arms, making her clothing stick uncomfortable to her flesh. Ginny knew she couldn't move too freely or she'd attract attention. But she was feeling so hot.
Oh, if only she could bring herself off without the others seeing. She thought of Mr. Martin and probably how he wanted to slide up between her legs, just like Burt. The thought of that older handsome man wiggling on top of her, sticking his cock up her tight little cunt, made Ginny shiver with excitement.
"Carrying on conversations, Ginny? I'd like to see you and Miss Williams after class."
Ginny closed her eyes and sucked in a deep breath. Of all the people to see in this condition, it would have to be Mr. Martin. All through his lecture, the blonde teenager could only think of how hot she was and how she was going to have to hide it until she got home.
When the class bell rang, Ginny started to rise and leave with the rest of the class. Then she remembered what her teacher had said and sat back down, glancing at Dora, who looked guiltily at her.
"Both of you may come up here now," he said after the last student had left the classroom. Panic swept over Ginny as she slid from her seat and marched up, clutching her books tightly to her tits. "I'm not going to hurt you," he said softly. Chills swept over her body as the change of tone excited her terribly.
Ginny had never heard this soft, low voice from Mr. Martin before. It was something new, something wonderfully caressing. Ginny put one hand on the podium to steady herself.
"Miss Williams, your grades aren't all that good, either. It would be good for you to keep your mind less on Miss Dennis' affairs and more on your own. You may go now," he said, shuffling through his papers. "I want to speak to Miss Dennis for a few more minutes."
"I'll be outside," Dora said meaningfully, touching Ginny lightly on the arm before walking out and closing the door behind her.
"I think I can do something to help you pass the course. You're failing, you know."
"No!" Ginny almost shouted.
She felt herself falling into a real panic. For the first time she wondered if Burt had told anyone about what had happened that night in the field. Had he told Mr. Martin, the entire male faculty? Oh, what could be worse than having her own teachers trying to fuck her? And yet how terribly exciting this was, if this was a proposition thinly disguised!
She could feel her cunt moving as if it had a life of its own. Its full, bloated, flexible lips curled and trembled as her clit stiffened and poked to the surface. It was hard for Ginny to keep her tight little ass stiff.
"Well, it's up to you," Mr. Martin said, looking at her sharply again and shrugging his shoulders. "Apparently this is the only course you're not doing well in. It would be a shame to spoil your record and chances of getting into college." He straightened his papers and started to lay them neatly in his open briefcase.
"No, I want to go to college," Ginny said, feeling herself sinking.
"Then your performance must improve." He opened his mouth in a broad smile. His straight white teeth gleamed between his black beard and moustache. It was almost the same kind of smile Burt had flashed her in the back seat of the car when he had told her he just wanted to feel her up and not fuck her.
"Of course you do. Most young people today do. But the universities can't take everyone. Perhaps a trade school . . ."He paused for a second, placing one foot up on a desk to one side of her and hiking his pants up into his crotch. "I'll do everything I can to help you. But you've got to do some of it, yourself. If you wish, I can hire a tutor for you.
"My parents couldn't afford something like that, Mr. Martin. I'm depending on a scholarship to get into college," Ginny said softly.
"I see," he said thoughtfully, pursing his lips and rubbing his chin. Ginny rolled her eyes and glanced at his crotch. His loose fitting trousers were pulled tightly against his body. It gave the girl a glimpse of what she thought was a long, thick tight roll of dick meat pressing against the material. She looked at it for a second, wickedly wondering just how long Mr. Martin's cock was, in comparison with Burt's pussy-splitter.
"Maybe you could think some more about not failing me," Ginny said, biting her lower lip. She had to stop looking at his groin. He was going to notice and call her on it.
"I'm afraid not, Ginny. This district's known for excellence. Those who can't make it, well . . ."
Ginny wrinkled her forehead, shaking with excitement and terror. She was betraying herself.
"Then couldn't you tutor me sometime?" Her voice sounded so weak, so helpless. And she was actually propositioning him! As soon as she pronounced the words, Ginny wanted to run, screaming, from the room. God, she couldn't believe she'd said something like that. Looking back up at Mr. Martin, she saw he was pleased with what had just happened.
"Yes, I could do that. But I'm afraid it would have to be in my office after school. My schedule during the day's fairly well booked."
In his office! Alone with him! Ginny felt her brain whirling. She swayed, then snapped to attention. She had to keep her composure, at least until she could get away from him.
"Today?"
"Yes, at three-thirty. Room two-twelve. Be there, Ginny. It'll be your best chance for passing."
He followed her out like a shadow, smiling at Dora as he locked the door behind them, then walked quickly down the broad, red tiled corridor.
"Did he try anything?" Dora whispered excitedly, leaning against her best friend and looking wide-eyed at her.
"Don't be silly. I just had to get away from him," Ginny burst out, turning the corner and walking toward the girls' locker room. Gym period was next for both of them.
"The way he looked at you in class! Everybody noticed," Dora said, giggling and looking meaningfully at her friend.
"Everybody?" Ginny said, her heart sinking.
"Well, almost everybody. The guys are so dumb. Come on, what did he do to you in there?" Doris hugged her friend confidentially as they walked into the large locker room.
"He said he'd tutor me," Ginny sniffed, feeling she didn't have to tell Doris everything. The perky small brunette was her best friend. But Dora Williams had a tendency to make today's secret tomorrow's front page headlines. No, she couldn't even tell her mother about how she felt.
"Sure, sure," Doris, said, sensing Cindy wasn't going to tell her a thing. "Well, if you need somebody to talk with I'm always around." She smiled slyly at Ginny as she reached back and started unbuttoning her blouse.
All through the remainder of the school day, Ginny kept thinking about Mr. Martin. She pictured his crotch, the way his trousers had gathered there and displayed his cock. It looked like it was hard and thick, as if he were excited when she came by.
At the end of the day the blonde teenager phoned her home and told her mother she'd be late because of the tutoring.
As she approached room two-twelve Ginny hugged her books tightly to her tits. There was no one in the hall. Most of the students had gone home, and the teachers were in their lounges complaining about the day or grading papers in their offices. Ginny sucked in a deep breath and knocked loudly on the wooden door.
"Right on time, come on in," he said.
Ginny stepped in quickly, drawing her arms close to her sides as she passed the teacher's muscular body. He didn't make a move to brush against her. Maybe all this was a fantasy on her part. Maybe he didn't have any intention of fucking her. Although relieved Ginny experienced a distinct feeling of disappointment. She sat in a wooden chair to the right of Mr. Martin's swivel seat.
"We'll start with the third chapter," he said, smiling pleasantly at Ginny as she put down her books and took out some paper. The young blonde felt a sudden glow wash over her flesh as her body responded to something that might not be there. She wished she could control herself. "Now, I'm sure you're familiar with the basics of reproduction."
Ginny felt her face flush beet-red again. He was talking about fucking, about plants fucking, about animals fucking. Images of her and Burt fucking in the deserted field several nights ago flashed though her mind as Mr. Martin droned on. Her pussy swelled as she shifted position in the chair uneasily. Goosebumps covered her arms and shoulders, and her nipples stiffened and itched. Her furry cunt was generating heat.
"Are you following me so far, Ginny?" Mr. Martin asked, looking up from his lecture notes and staring hotly at the young blonde.
"Yes, sir," Ginny answered, focusing her mind on the lecture and trying to forget about how handsome and strong he was. And yet a knot of sexual tension formed between her belly and cunt.
"Good, now ..."
The lecture went on for another hour. Ginny managed to keep her mind somewhat focused on the topic, occasionally taking notes and trying not to look up at Mr. Martin's bearded face. Slowly she felt her tits lose their tingle and her cunt close up tightly in its jungle of bushy blonde cunt hair.
"Well, it seems we've covered quite a bit. I think you're coming along nicely, Ginny. At least, you've answered my questions intelligently and have taken quite a few notes. I think several more sessions like this and you'll be doing extremely well."
"Thank you," Ginny said, smiling as she started gathering up her books.
"You know, you're not my only student needing tutorial help. Burt Roberts, in one of my other classes, is coming to me as well."
Ginny felt the walls of her hot cunt buckle as she heard that bit of information. Her throat tightened and her heart pounded like a hammer. Did Burt tell him anything? Ginny was almost too faint to speak.
"It's getting late," Ginny said, glancing at the clock over Mr. Martin's head. She had to get out of the office. The teenager could feel the walls closing in on her. There was the smell of his masculinity acting as a wild perfume. Ginny couldn't resist him if he approached her now. No, she had to leave!
"I'll drive you home," he offered, starting to rise.
Ginny glanced down and swore there was an unmistakable outline of a hard long cock running down his leg. But when his trousers loosened, it was gone.
"That's all right," Ginny said, backing away and opening the door. As she stepped out the young girl realized the corridors were darker than usual. Bending down and turning around, she peered out and realized it was raining heavily and she didn't have an umbrella or a raincoat.
"Whew! Without windows in the office it's hard to tell what's going on outside. Well, young lady, I'm afraid you'll have to take my offer."
Ginny nodded her head, waiting for him to slip his books and papers into his briefcase, then slide his jacket over his broad shoulders and lock up. Ginny followed him down the corridor, answering his questions with short phrases, feeling her heart beating so loudly she thought he could hear it.
She was going to be riding in his car, alone, just like the time when Burt drove her out to the country. But the same thing wouldn't happen. Mr. Martin was a respectable teacher. He wouldn't risk losing his teaching position for a little bit of sex. Someone as handsome as he was, certainly could get any woman he wanted.
"Make a run for it. I'll go first. My car's the yellow Camaro over there," he said as they reached the rear exit of the school. Ginny peered through the rain and nodded. Mr. Martin ran first, covering his head with the briefcase, then fishing in his pocket for the keys. When he had the car started, he drove up to the doorway and Ginny ran into the rain.
"Thank you," she said breathlessly, sliding in and slamming the door hard.
"Now, where do you live?"
Ginny told him and they pulled onto the main boulevard running in front of the high school. Halfway home he pulled onto a side street, definitely not on the way to Ginny's. Her heart skipped a beat as she jerked her head around and looked fearfully at the biology teacher.
"I'm sorry, but I've got a few things to pick up at home. I'm going to a meeting tonight back at school. After I drop you off, I'll grab something to eat, then head back. You don't mind the little detour, do you?"
"No," Ginny answered nervously, hugging her body more tightly.
She felt completely helpless and terrified. He was going to rape her. Something inside her told her he was planning all of this, purposely taking her out of the way to his home where he could do what he wanted to her. And yet, what if she were wrong? If she started making a scene for nothing, she'd look like a fool.
"Here we are," he said, pulling into a wide drive leading behind a two-story wooden frame house near the edge of Brookline. "Come on in. No sense in waiting for me out here in a cold car. " He picked up his briefcase and opened the door. Ginny found herself running through the rain up to the back porch, and finally into the house. It felt good to be back in a warm building. "Make yourself at home. I'll be back in a second."
Ginny laid her books on the kitchen table. She turned around and watched the rain pelting the windows. How weird it felt to be in the house of one of her teachers. The girls all around her would die of envy if they knew what had happened so far! And how differently he was acting toward her now. The formality was gone. All the classroom business seemed to be left behind in his office. He was easygoing, almost friendly toward her. It was dangerous.
Ginny told herself she'd have to be on guard. Still, her flesh crawled with excitement. She had to smooth one hand over her arms to drive down the goosepimples.
The sound of Mr. Martin returning brought her back to reality. She turned around, gathering her books up.
"Why don't you stay here for a while and get comfortable, Ginny?"
The blonde's eyes widened, and she dropped her books to the floor. Mr. Martin had pulled off his shirt and shoes. He was standing in the doorway, his thick-muscled arms folded across his bare, hairy chest. That thick outline of a hard dick was far more noticeable than before!
Ginny's worst fears had been confirmed.