Chapter 5
Nothing more happened at Mr. Martin's that evening. After making the remark that suggested he had other plans for her plans that perhaps would disgust her-Paul Martin dropped the subject.
He tried fucking her several times after resting for a half an hour. But something about the handsome big teacher started to frighten Ginny. She pushed him off, rolling her eyes toward the bedroom clock and whining that she was late.
Finally Paul tired of the game and slid his legs off the bed, gruffly telling her to get dressed and making some remark about seeing him the following day for another "study session".
That evening as Ginny lay in bed she kept thinking about the teacher's hard, hot sweaty body and how it felt crawling over hers. The girl shivered, drawing the covers more tightly about her neck as she worked her ass back and forth over the smooth pressed cotton sheet. Ohhh, how wonderful his callused hands felt as they had crawled over her body, squeezing her nipples until she thought they'd pop off, then going down her flat belly until those thick fingers were pushing through the thick matted forest of her blonde pubic curls! Ohhh, how she'd had to fight for breath when he cupped her pussy mound and squeezed it hard! How she'd tossed her ass around, breathing through her flared nostrils when she'd felt him working her bloated cunt lips together until her thighs were wet with her own juice!
"Ummmm," Ginny moaned, moving her hands down to her snatch and feeling how hot and wet she was now. Maybe she should have let Paul Martin fuck her again. But no, that would have been like becoming his mistress! What happened was an accident, something that would never happen again.
Ginny didn't know how she could face Mr. Martin the following day and thought several times of telling her mother she was ill. In the end she decided to go to school. She couldn't let her friends think something had happened between the two of them, even if it did.
Ginny sighed happily, sliding her legs back together and rocking her thighs so hard the mattress squeaked. For a second she stopped, wondering if her mother and father could hear her. But no, they were in the living room watching TV. Ginny went on jerking herself off, her juices making her fingers slippery. It was hard for her to get ahold of her clit. The young blonde squeezed her cunt muscles together, rubbing the slick folds of her pussy against her probing fingers.
She kept thinking it was Mr. Martin's cock reaming out her tight snatch mouth again. She closed her eyes and tried to picture him-handsome, sweaty and naked, towering over her, his cock sticking straight out of his hairy groin, dripping with cum. She lay stretched and spread open, hot, wet and ready for his dick!
"Ohhhh!" Ginny cried. Drool dribbled from the corners of her mouth as a hot damp sensation flooded her nipples and her toes. She began to feel her chest and belly swell, and her nipples itched and throbbed like crazy.
The subtle friction of her pussy walls rubbing together was driving her closer and closer to climax. She was whimpering, tossing her head from side to side as she jerked her knees into the air, only to let them fall back down to the bed again.
Ginny was cumming. It shot through her pussy, making the young girl jerk and twitch on the creaking bed. The sound was wet between her legs-a slick clicking of her wet membranes, the squishy, dark pink flesh rubbing together.
"Cummmm!" Ginny cried, tossing her head to one side and biting the edge of her pillow to keep from screaming too loudly. Thrilling spasms were torturing her body. Her fingers moved down, plowing into the mushy heat of her cunt. A firestorm raced through her pussy, making her cry out a series of wild, strangled sobs as her shoulders and ass pounded the mattress furiously.
Finally Ginny rolled over on her side, jerking up her knees until they pressed against her titties, rolling her ass back and forth. Dropping her lower jaw the sixteen-year-old blonde sucked in air, clenching her cunt muscles together and working her clit with her whitened knuckles as the final spasms of her orgasm drifted away.
"Ahhhhhhh," Ginny sighed, rolling back on her ass and letting her knees sag apart. She pulled her fingers out of her slackening cunt and wiped them dry on the wrinkled white topsheet.
How awful! She'd jerked herself off, something low and horrible she thought she'd cured herself of. No, she'd wait until she got married. But how good that felt, especially when thinking of somebody who'd just fucked . . .
"Oh God, how awful!" Ginny cried out loud, covering her face and burying it in the pillow. She tried driving that lewd image of Paul Martin and his cock from her mind. She tried keeping her hands away from her pussy as it heated up again, against her will. But her body had gone wild, turning into a sex-machine. Twice that evening, Ginny brought herself off, bouncing her taut little ass on the bed while thinking about her biology teacher and his fat, long, stiff cock.
The following day, Ginny tried to be her old self with Doris, joking about Mr. Martin and how she really dug him but felt he didn't even notice her. Somehow she managed to keep her composure when he passed her in the hall before class and nodded noncommittally to her. And even when Burt came up to the lunch table during fifth period and tried making conversation, Ginny managed to be polite without looking as if she had something to hide.
Still, she burned inwardly, wanting to scratch out the football player's eyes. To think he'd gone and told someone else about what had happened out there in the field! Ginny wanted to scream, but only let him know in subtle ways she wasn't interested in talking to him any more.
Sixth period was biology. Ginny went with Doris, who kept telling her Mr. Martin noticed her plenty "in that way," though the blonde assured her friend nothing had happened in the tutorial session.
That day Paul Martin started talking about animal reproduction, making references to human fucking that seemed or so Ginny thought-pointed at her. And when he sat on the edge of his desk and hiked his trousers into his crotch, Ginny could have sworn anyone could see the outline of a stiff, hard cock.
She darted a glance around the classroom. Everyone was taking notes, looking up and apparently not seeing anything unusual. Ginny blushed, wondering if she were losing her mind. She was thinking about cock all the time lately. What had happened to her? She was getting cock-happy, feeling warm and moist all the time, especially when a boy looked at her and smiled. God, was she going to always be in heat?
"Miss Dennis, are you falling asleep?"
The words pierced through the fog settling over Ginny's tired brain. She jerked back in her seat and flushed red, looking up at Paul Martin's darkly handsome face. His lips were curled up in something of a smile as he stared at her and waited for an answer. All around her, Ginny could feel sets of eyes focused on her face. It was as if everyone knew what had happened yesterday afternoon and wanted to watch the two of them interact.
"No, I . . . I'm sorry, Mr. Martin." She'd nearly said Paul. What that little slip of the tongue would have given away!
"Please pay attention. Your tutorial session last evening was good and you're improving. But that doesn't mean you can fall down on the job in class."
Good. The class seemed to accept what had happened just on its surface level. All, that is, except Doris, who looked fish-eyed at her friend.
At the end of class Mr. Martin wrote a lengthy assignment on the board, then turned around and laid the chalk carefully on his briefcase.
"Dismissed. All, that is, except Miss Dennis. Ginny, I'd like to see you."
The blonde lowered her head and gathered up her notes, trying not to notice the smirks of her friends.
"Be careful," Doris whispered. "I'll wait outside, just like yesterday."
Ginny didn't like the tone of her friend's voice. It was as if she were carrying on with the teacher and Doris was her protective confidante. Waiting until the last student left the classroom, Ginny lifted her books from the table and walked slowly toward the podium.
"About yesterday afternoon ..." he began. Ginny closed her eyes and leaned against the table. She thought she was going to faint. "Are you all right?"
"Yes . . . yes, fine, Mr. Martin," she said, breathing deeply. Ohhh, how her pussy was fluttering! She just wasn't any good in countering whatever he was going to ask of her when he was near. All her fine resolves melted like snow in the sun when she looked at him.
"I wondered if we could have another study session today," he asked, smiling openly and not indicating by word or look if he intended to go as far as he had yesterday. "Yes. I'll have to call my parents ... but yes. Here?"
"Of course."
Ginny blushed furiously. She shouldn't have said anything. Now she looked like some hot little whore who was willing to trot out her pussy at the slightest provocation.
"Room two-twelve. I'll be there," Ginny said, feeling the room closing in on her. She heard Mr. Martin say something behind her as she stepped into the cool hall. But for the moment, all Ginny wanted to do was get away.
"Are you going to see Mr. Martin?" Doris asked as they walked together to the gym.
"I have to. My grades . . ."
"Your grades can go up without having him tutor you, Ginny Dennis. You want to see him because he's going to ... do it to you . . . right?"
Ginny almost fell through the floor. Did everyone know what was going on between her and Mr. Martin? She blanched, stopping in the middle of the hall and turning toward her best friend.
"You know?" she whispered.
"I figured it out. The way you've been acting around here like a guilty criminal, it's a wonder everybody's not talking about it."
Ginny turned and started down the hall, feeling tears of shame and guilt welling up in her eyes.
"All he wants to do is fuck me, and all I want to do is fuck him," she sobbed to herself, pulling her chin up and keeping back the tears.
The thought of fucking had a wild effect on her body. She could feel her pussy lips trembling and a hot tingling starting far up in her cunt. No, she wouldn't do it again, in spite of the fact her body was begging for it. Her body was so hot, she couldn't force the memory of her two fucks out of her mind. She walked into the locker room knowing what she wanted, yet fighting off that desire.
All through gym class she ignored Doris, going through her exercises and wondering just how many other girls knew what was going on. After class she had two study halls. The poor tormented girl tried to keep her mind on her books. But it was no use. The minute she was alone, all she could think of was Burt sticking his dick into her tight cunt, or Paul Martin laying her down carefully on his bed, crawling over her and fondling her titties while he spread her knees apart with his legs and started slicing his cock into her hot wet cunt.
The more she thought about what had happened at his home the other day, the more Ginny was resolved not to go to her tutorial session.
It was with this feeling Ginny marched to room two-twelve her school and knocked on the door sharply. She'd tell Mr. Martin she didn't need any help with her studies. Then he'd leave her alone and . . .
"Come in, Ginny."
The girl felt an itching desire creeping through her cunt. Her eyes widened and hot flash rushed through her body. Her clit pushed to the top of her cunt and her pussy lips started swelling. She could see the outline of his hard dick, showing long and thick as it ran almost to the top of his low-cut trousers. Had he been playing with himself just before she walked in?
"Mr. Martin, I don't think I need these tutoring sessions any more," she started, talking in a small quivering voice. Ginny kept her gaze on the floor, afraid to look up at the big teacher's face.
"One session solved all your problems?" It was such a loaded question, Ginny didn't dare respond to it. "I think maybe you're a little nervous. Maybe I can do something to relax you."
Ginny sucked in a ragged breath. Mr. Martin had dispensed with all the niceties yesterday. Today he moved right in, walking behind her and slipping his hands over her shoulders. She felt his fingers pressing into her neck, rubbing her shoulder blades, making her close her eyes and lean back as he massaged her. She felt her nipples stiffen and her flesh crawl with a deliciously forbidden excitement.
"Ohhhh, honey, I kept thinking about you and that wild little cunt of yours all night. I jacked off maybe three times in the sheets. Shit, I wish you would've been there. What a waste!"
His words were awful! But Ginny sighed instead of ran. She was ready for fucking. Her pussy was red and puffy. Her cunt was hot and juicy, ready for the cock she'd seen pressing against the crotch of Mr. Martin's trousers earlier in class. And now she could feel Paul catching her in his strong arms behind her, pulling her tightly to his body. She swore she could feel his rod pressing into her ass.
As he held her tightly, yet gently, she could feel him hunching slowly at her, sliding his dick across the plump mounds of her ass as if he were thinking about fucking her in her shitter. She remembered how his thumb had played with that little hole, and she let out a tiny cry. Paul let her go, afraid her moans and cries might excite some interest as to what was going on in his small office.
"Let's go to my place," he said in a shaky whisper.
Ginny was about to say no-she wouldn't let herself do that again. It was wrong to fuck, and especially wrong to fuck with your own teacher!
"Yes, all right," she said, almost panting out the answer. There wouldn't be any pretext about a tutorial session tonight.
No, they were going over to his place for a fuck session. All the way to his home, Ginny stayed quiet, holding her books and thinking about what was happening to her. She should be telling him to let her out. And yet her cunt was so hot, so willing to be used for a stiff, wild fucking, the kind of fucking she knew Paul Martin was more than capable of.
They pulled into the garage and stepped out of the car, walking quickly to the house. As Paul opened the back door and tossed his briefcase into the kitchen, Ginny looked around nervously, realizing no one could possibly know who she was in this neighborhood, but still feeling uneasy about coming to this house, anyway.
"Just make yourself at home," Paul said, motioning toward the living room.
Ginny laid her books on the kitchen table as he opened his briefcase and pulled out several papers, telling her he'd be back in a few minutes. The young blonde nodded nervously, then walked into the darkened living room. She moved toward the couch, about to sit down when she realized there was someone staring at her from another chair. Ginny rose, hugging her body with both hands and breathing uneasily.
"Wh-who's there?"
"Who do you think?" a familiar voice boomed through the darkness.
She watched an arm flash through the air as a large floor lamp was switched on. It was Burt Roberts, the football player who'd ripped out her cherry with his fat dick several days ago.
"Ohhh!" Ginny could see it was a trap. He and Mr. Martin had lured her to this house where they were going to do God-only-knows-what with her. The girl's mind whirled back to the teacher's warning yesterday. "I'm leaving," Ginny cried, turning around and starting to head toward the living room door. In it suddenly appeared the thick-muscled body of Paul Martin.
"You think she's hot enough for both of us, Burt?" the young teacher asked, reaching down and rubbing his stiff dick with both hands. He'd unzipped his trousers in the kitchen and had his cock out.
Ginny's eyes raced to his crotch. Oh, she was trapped-trapped into doing whatever they wanted with her!
"Man, she's ready to do anything with anybody!" Burt said with a sneer.
"I don't want to ... I don't, I don't, I don't!" the girl wailed. She headed for the front door, trying to get ahead of Burt's reaching arms.
"Stop her! She's gonna get away!" Paul shouted.
Burt reached the door before Ginny did and stood blocking it. His legs and arms were spread widely apart. Then he dropped his arms and pulled out his cock, shoving his pants down and stepping out of them. Ginny watched as his dickhead bobbed up and down.
"You want us bad, don't you, Ginny? Mr. Martin told me all about how you fucked him last night. You couldn't wait to come back here and get fucked again. And all day today you kept avoiding me like you were some kind of virgin."
"She acts like a virgin. Her pussy's good and tight, but somebody got her cherry," Paul said, looking at the student and winking slyly.
Ginny felt like the butt of an obscene joke.
"Nooooo!" she wailed, lurching again. Burt caught her by the wrist and twisted it, making her fall to her knees on the floor. The pain made the girl's jaw slacken and her eyes bug out.
"Don't hurt her . . . yet. We've got a lot to put her through," Paul said as Burt kept up his twisting of Ginny's wrist.
The young blonde cried out, moans finally dying away as the pressure on her wrist relaxed. He'd nearly broken her arm with that move! She pulled her arm away. Rubbing her hands against her thighs and looking up at the two men with their dicks sticking out from their groins, Ginny knew she was trapped for sure. All she could do was bide her time and hope for a quick end to their little game.
"Take off your clothes, baby, or I'll rip them off for you," Burt said in a hard tone of voice.
Ginny started to undress. When she pulled off her blouse and started working on her bra, Burt said she was too slow. She felt a sharp tugging on her skirt. Before she knew what was going on, she felt herself being stripped by both men. In seconds she was naked except for her frilly silk panties, still clinging to her narrow hips.