Chapter 1

Chris Baker was a smartass. Almost everyone agreed with that description of the young man but, at the same time, it was agreed that he was a likeable smartass. Chris was eighteen-years-old, far too knowledgeable for his years, and, like most eighteen-year-olds, he was constantly horny. Chris was a senior at Porter High School and was now sitting in the rear of the classroom for his last class of the day. He had never been much of a student because he had never really applied himself. Now he found himself in a make-up English class with fifteen other students. He had to pass this make-up class in order to graduate. Chris was slowly massaging his stiff cock through his tight dungarees as he stared insolently at the firm, large breasts of the substitute teacher who was standing in front of the chalkboard. The regular teacher had been out sick since yesterday and the principal had summoned attractive, 24-year-old Beverly Lambert to replace her. Beverly stood about five-five and weighed 115 pounds. She had jet black hair which contrasted with her gorgeous peaches-and-cream complexion. Her body was soft and curvy and she wore clothing which complemented her luscious figure. When she had joined the class on the previous day she told the students that she would be with them for the rest of the week.

She turned and began writing their homework assignment on the board when the bell rang.

"This will be your homework for this evening," she said as she turned back to face the class. "Does anyone have any questions?"

Chris thrust his hand into the air.

"Yes, Chris," the teacher said in recognition.

"Miss Lambert," the young man began, "I'm having trouble with these paragraphs that you had us write today. Could I speak with you about them for a few minutes?"

"Of course," the gorgeous teacher replied. "The rest of you are dismissed. And don't forget to do tonight's assignment."

Miss Lambert watched the small group leave then sat at her desk. The lovely woman watched Chris as he her desk. She had substituted in the past with this class and she had been quite surprised to learn that Chris was eighteen years old. Most people took him to be about fifteen because of his slight build and short stature. He arrived at her desk and placed his paper down on it, then began describing his problem. While the discussion got underway Chris diverted his eyes to the swell of the large breasts, as the front of Beverly's blouse billowed out away from her body while she leaned forward. He ran his tongue over his lips as the swell of his cock pushed against the strong fabric of his pants.

The teacher looked up at him and saw where his eyes were directed. She leaned back slightly to conceal herself.

"Are you paying attention to me, Chris," she asked?

"Uh, oh yeah," he muttered. "Can you go over it once more?"

Beverly leaned forward again to refer to his paper and point out his problem area.

"Christ, Miss Lambert, you sure have gorgeous tits," he said softly.

The woman straightened up in her chair and looked sternly.

"Young man, what did you say?"

"I said you have gorgeous tits," Chris repeated, "and I sure would love to squeeze them and suck them."

"How dare you talk to me like that and use that kind of language," she said angrily. "You can stop that right this minute or you'll get more trouble than you can imagine."

"Aw, c'mon, Miss Lambert," the cocky young man said. "You know how great lookin' you are and what a great body you have. I'll bet you love to have guys suck your tits and play with your pussy."

Beverly Lambert was shocked. She did love sex and had a steady diet of hard cocks but to have an eighteen-year-old high school boy talk to her like that was unthinkable.

"That's enough of that," she remonstrated. "One more remark like that and your parents will get a telephone call from me:' "I don't have parents," he said, "Just a mom. Call her if you want to," Chris answered cockily, "but I'd still like to suck your tits and fuck you."

The attractive teacher jumped to her feet.

"That does it," she said angrily. "I've had as much as I'm going to take from you. Come with me."

The teacher waited for the young student to head for the door then she followed. They walked down the hall to the teacher's lounge and she told him to stand at the door. Beverly entered the room and went over to the table on which was a roster of each class. She located Chris' name on the Remedial English roster and noted his home telephone number. She moved the phone over close to her and dialed the number.

"Hello," a very pleasant feminine voice answered.

"Mrs. Baker, this is Miss Lambert," the teacher responded. "I would like you to come over to the school and talk with you about a very serious matter concerning your son Chris. Could you possibly come over this afternoon?"

"I'd love to dear," the Baker woman replied, "but my car is in the shop and I have no way of getting over there. Can it wait until tomorrow?"

"I'm afraid not, Mrs. Baker," Beverly said. "It's a very serious matter and I'd rather get it cleared up right away."

"Well, Miss Lambert, I'm afraid that unless you have a suggestion there is nothing that I can do today," the Baker woman said.

"It really cannot wait," Beverly said. "How about if I bring Chris home in my car and talk with you when I get there? Would that be okay?"

"Oh, yes," the woman responded. "I have no plans for the next few hours. How soon will you be here?"

"I can leave right away," Miss Lambert replied. "We'll be there in about a half an hour."

"You come ahead then," Mrs. Baker said. "I'll be waiting for you."

Beverly hung up the phone and got to her feet. She walked to the door and faced Chris.

"I just spoke with your mother," the teacher said to the cocky student leaning against the door frame. "I'm going to drive you home and tell your mother about your rotten mouth."

The two turned and left the building. Beverly's car was the only one left in the teacher's lot and she unlocked the passenger door for Chris then walked around to the driver's side. Chris was already seated before Beverly got in the car and he saw a flash of attractive thigh as she entered. She clipped her seat belt about her waist then started the car. As she maneuvered the car out into traffic Chris kept his eyes glued to her straining breasts and her great legs. Her skirt had hiked up some five or six inches above her knees and Chris was enjoying the sight.

Beverly kept her eyes riveted to the road as she moved the car on to the main thoroughfare. She had forgotten all about her horny, young passenger when she suddenly felt a hand cupping her right breast. She quickly slapped his hand away and glanced over at him.

"How dare you touch me," she shouted indignantly. "Don't you put your hands on me."

"Aw, Miss Lambert, I just wanted to feel you," he said casually. "Surely you've had those great tits felt before."

"Keep your hands to yourself, I said," the woman repeated. "You're just digging that hole deeper and deeper. Your mother is really going to be pleased to hear all about this."

She directed her eyes back to the road. After a few seconds Chris moved his hand carefully toward Beverly's lap. He slipped it under her skirt and rubbed the inside of her thigh. Beverly flinched and moved her legs together as Chris removed his hand.

Beverly was completely unnerved now.

"You little son of a bitch," she cried. "I've had it with you. Touch me once more and I'll stop this car. Now quit it!"

"Don't get excited, Miss Lambert," the young man said with a smile. "I didn't get near your pussy. By the way do you have lots of hair on your cunt? I heard that women with thick eyebrows have thick pussy hair and you have very thick eyebrows," the cocky young man went on.

"You just shut up and sit there," she shouted. "You're going to be one sorry little son of a bitch that you touched me."

"I'd still like to fuck you," he said. "Do you like to fuck, Miss Lambert? I'll bet you do. You look like you're a real hot number. I'll bet you like to have a tongue in your pussy, too."

The teacher was livid. How dare this little bastard talk to me this way, she thought. I ought to stop and slap the shit out of him. Goddam, I wish we'd hurry up and get to his house.

"Just shut up," she shouted. "Shut your goddamn mouth!"

Chris smiled. He leaned back against the cushion and very slowly took his hard, straining cock out of his pants. He stroked it lovingly.

"Miss Lambert, look at this. Isn't it nice?"

The angry teacher glanced over and saw the hard, young cock. She couldn't believe her eyes. Small beads of perspiration broke out on her forehead and under her nose.

"Put that thing away," she hollered. "Put it back in your pants. Someone in a truck or a bus could glance down and see it. Put it back!"

"I will if you touch it," he said.

"I will not touch it. Put it away right now," the teacher said angrily.

"I'm sorry, Miss Lambert," he said. "I won't put it away unless you touch it. C'mon, teach, touch it once."

"Goddamit, if I touch the damn thing will you promise that you'll put it back in your pants?"

"Just wrap your hand around it for a second and I'll put it away," he said.

Beverly reached over and wrapped her fist around the hard cock. She gave it a slight squeeze then removed her hand.

"There. I've done it. Now put the damn thing away."

Chris squirmed as he worked the rigid member back into his pants.

"There," he said. "I put it away just like I promised. I bet you'd like to suck it, though. Wouldn't you?"

"Keep it up you little shit," she shouted at him. "You're just making it that much tougher on yourself.

Beverly was becoming unglued. When she had wrapped her hand around the young cock she felt a familiar twinge between her legs and knew that her cunt juices were beginning to flow. She was more angry with herself than she was with Chris for allowing herself to become excited. She had been eaten and fucked just two nights ago but the sight and feel of the hard cock had started her excitement. She fought to get herself under control. Chris glanced over at her and saw that her nipples had hardened and were straining against her bra and blouse. He smiled to himself. I'll be fucking her within an hour, he said to himself. I had a hunch that she was a hot number, he thought.

Beverly continued to fight her emotions. She wondered if there had been a better way to have resolved this situation but it was too late to worry about that. Just let me hurry and get to the Baker residence, she thought. Her cunt was still twitching slightly and she knew that the crotch of her panties was wet. Her pussy had always been very responsive with heavy secretions. She glanced at the street sign as she approached the next intersection and saw that she was just about two minutes away from the Baker house.