Chapter 3
It bothered Evelyn Hamilton, to think of the crush she had on Billy Cooper. And when Billy began paying attention to a young girl in her classroom, it was all she could do to hold back her temper.
"Billy stop that," she said.
"You know what," he said.
The little girl, whose leg had been invaded by Billy's hot hand, exclaimed.
"He's been putting his hand on my you know what, teach."
"Yes I know what," she said, "And I want to see him after class."
After class, Billy looked at her and glared.
"You're jealous of me," he said, "I was just getting friendly with that girl, and you stopped it."
"I'm not jealous of you," she said, "Not at all. But I am not going to tolerate what you are doing in this classroom. Do you understand that?"
It was obvious to her, that Billy was being about as difficult as he knew how to be.
"You're aching for some action teach?" he smiled.
"No, I'm not," she said, "As a matter of fact I'm so disgusted with you Billy, I don't care if I ever see you again as long as I live."
"You know you don't mean that teach," he smiled at her.
"Oh yes I do," she told him.
He enjoyed teasing her. And he wasn't going to stop at anything now.
"Teach," he said, "How would you like to have some more action about ten o'clock tonight. That's when I'll be through with my part-time job."
"What are you doing?" she asked him.
"I'm working as a box boy at a grocery store."
"That's nice," she said.
"The hell it is," he told her angrily, "They don't pay you anywhere near enough."
She shrugged, when the girls' vice-principal came in. And Billy gave her the eye and winked.
She wasn't quite sure, whether or not the girls' vice-principal caught on to it.
"Good afternoon," she said, "Could I speak with you alone Miss Hamilton?"
Billy was still standing at the door, eavesdropping.
"Yes of course," she said, "He was just going out."
Billy flashed her a knowing grin, and walked away.
"You know," she said, "We have to get some information about an orgy that is supposed to be slated for this weekend."
"An orgy?" she said, "What do you mean?"
"Well," the girls' vice-principal explained, "This may come as a jolt to you, but these young people no longer are satisfied with normal sex. They only seem to be happy if they are doing something perverse. And now, they want to have sex in groups."
"That's awful," she said.
"It certainly is," she agreed, "It's what they call communial fucking."
She gulped, as she heard the girls' vice-principal use that word.
"Do I shock you?" the girls' vice-principal laughed.
"A little," she admitted.
"Well don't let anything shock you honey," she told her, "Because we are living in a very perplexing world. And these young people are bound and determined they're going to do everything."
"Well I guess so if they're going to orgies," she admitted.
"There are many things that we can do, to stop them."
"I want to do everything in my power to stop this type of thing," she said.
"Good," she exclaimed, "I'm so happy that you have that attitude. Rest assured I will do all I can to help you."
After she had gone, she realized how horrifying it would be if she knew that she was carrying on with a student. Nevertheless, she felt justified in her own mind by what she was doing.
"Oh God what next?" she shrugged.
As she sat down at her desk and began doing some papers. It worried her, that the girls' vice-principal had come to her with anything concerning sex. At first, she thought it might have been a perfectly legitimate request. But the more she thought about it, the more she became convinced that the girls' vice-principal had something in mind. Something she didn't like. She continued with her homework, until it was five o'clock. Then she decided that it was time for her to pack up her things and go to her apartment. When she got to her apartment, she got a jolt. There was Billy.
"I thought you were going to come here around ten o'clock tonight," she told him.
"I changed my mind," he said, "I decided I didn't want to go to work. I figured I'd come over here and have some fun."
"Billy," she said seriously, "Why don't you find yourself a nice girl."
"I don't want a nice girl," he said, "I want a girl who gives. A girl who will unbend and do everything."
"But you can't be happy this way," she told him.
"That's what you think," he laughed, "I can't be happy unless I live my life as I want to. And this is the way I want to live it. I'm sorry."
It was obvious to her, that Billy was bound and determined to live as he wanted to live.
"Have you no pride Billy?" she demanded.
"Sure I've got pride," he said, "Too much pride to listen to all these bullcrap you're handing me. You know, that you want sex with me just as bad as I want it with you. Now why don't you take off your clothes so we can have some fun?"
"Will you go home right away if I do?" she demanded.
"Well you're going to have to do more than take off your clothes," he assured her, "I want some action. And you know what kind of action."
As she continued talking to him, he listened carefully.
"If you ever tell anybody," she said, "You will destroy me. I am risking everything, by having sex with you."
"Oh knock it off," he said, "Just give me a good piece of ass, and you won't have no prob-lems."
"But how long is this going to go on?" she demanded.
"As long as I need sex," he told her.
She was fearful now, about being under Billy's bondage. Yet it seemed as if there was nothing that she could do.
She began undressing, and he watched her take off each garment carefully. The moment he caught sight of her bosoms he was turned on.
"You sure have a gorgeous pair of boobs," he told her, "And I can't wait to get my mouth on 'em."
Then he looked at them strangely.
"Billy what are you looking at me like that for?" she demanded.
"I've got another idea for those beautiful breasts of yours, baby," he smiled, "Why couldn't I fuck them?"
"Now Billy," the teacher complained, "That's no way to talk."
"But it sure is a way to fuck," he laughed.
"What do you want to do to them?" she said, grasping her bosoms protectively.
"I'm not going to tell you teach," he winked, "You just strip off your panties, and get over there on the bed."
At this point, the teacher was afraid to strip off another garment.
"I'm not doing another thing until you tell me what it is you expect," she told him.
He refused to tell her a thing, but he stripped himself. As she saw his shorts slipping off, she realized he meant business.
"Well if you must Billy," she said, "I guess you must."
She got on the bed, and he pulled off her panties for her.
"Ohhh what a beautiful pussy you've got there," he said, "I could have some fun with that too."
"Billy what are you talking about?" she demanded.
He went over to his pants, and pulled out an electric shaver.
"Now what do you expect to do?" she demanded.
"I'm going to shave your pussy," he smiled, "And I'm going to have a good time doing it too."
As he moved the shaver over her mound, she became more and more nervous.
"Now that's a sensitive place to be shaving," she reminded him.
"Oh don't worry," he told her, "I'll take it easy."
Billy was taking it easy. She was glad for that, as she could see he was being quite inventive and creative in what he was doing.
"Ohhh that's fun," he told her, "Yesss, I really enjoy that."
Billy was becoming more and more excited every second. It was getting her a bit uptight, watching him.
"Ohhh beautiful," he told her, "That looks so nice now."
He bent over and licked it a minute.
"Now I'm going to have some fun," he said as he straddled her chest.
He gripped her breasts, and massaged them against his cock.
"Ohhh yes," he told her, "That's real nice."
He was pushing it back and forth now, massaging her breasts roughly.
"Billy you bastard," she said, "You expect a hell of a lot."
"Relax teacher," he smiled, "You're going to enjoy this too."
"In a pig's eye I'm going to enjoy this," she said indignantly. "It's one thing to want to fuck, it's another thing to want to play with the body the way you do. You've shaved my box, and now you're stabbing your penis between my bosoms. This isn't fucking, this is a trip."
Billy laughed, as he pushed himself against her hard.
"That's my chest honey and it's hurting," she insisted.
Billy let up a bit.
"Alright," he said, "I guess I'm playing rough."
He was laughing about it, but the teacher wasn't.
"Easy does it," she told him.
He was getting it into her now, with hard driving stabs.
"Ohhh that feels real good to me," he said, "I like it when my rock-hard cock has your nice bosoms. Your nice soft bosoms to press against it."
Billy was obviously going out of his mind with delight and pleasure. And the teacher was doing everything she could to avoid the torment she felt at this moment.
"Ohhh WOW!" he panted, "This is too much."
It was a beautiful moment for them, now.
"Ohhh come on," he smiled, "Open up your mouth. I want you to take it in."
He wasn't kidding and she knew it. As she let the head slip in, she saw his balls jiggling there. A sudden urge to lick at them possessed her.
"Billy," she sighed excitedly, "Want me to lick your balls?"
"Ohhh teach, yes," he exclaimed.
Now, he moved forward dangling his balls over, her face. Gingerly, she let her tongue slip up there and lick them.
"Oh I like that," he told her, "Yea. That's just what I like."
Opening her mouth, she took his balls in and gave her best action to him.
"Ohhh WOW!" Billy panted, "I'll pump it, while you eat my balls."
His hand gripped his penis shaft tightly, and he jerked up and down. She loved the feeling of the balls being pulled in her mouth.
"Ohhh WOW!" he panted, "I want you to gobble my cock now. Stop it teacher."
She released his balls, and opened her mouth to take his penis in. It was starting to drip with juice.
"Just in time," Billy smiled, as he stabbed it into her. Now, he was going to town.
Her hands were on his behind, as she massaged his asscheeks.
"I like your hands on my ass," he told her, "Slip a finger up there."
She slid her finger up his tight anal channel. And the moment he felt her finger gliding back and forth, he became all the more intensely excited.
"Eat my cock," he commanded her, "Yes. Eat the cock. That's what I like. Eat me."
She was giving him what he wanted now, and becoming more and more turned on every sec-"Ohhh, ahhh, yess. That's what I like. Keep it going."
The pleasure was building every second.
"Oh baby," he gasped excitedly, "That's beautiful. Yesss, now you're doing it. All the way."
The pleasure was mounting every second. He could hardly stand it now, and she couldn't either. She loved the feel of his balls on her chin. She delighted in the pleasure that she was deriving from gripping his asscheeks. This intimate connection, was all she could ask for and more.
"Eat my cock," he commanded excitedly, "That's it. Eat it. Now you're doing it. AH the way, baby. Come on eat it."
The pleasure was building, and building. It wasn't going to be much longer.
"Ohhh, ahhh, yes baby, yes baby, that's the way to do it. Ohhh WOW!"
Suddenly, the rock-hard cock exploded. As the creamy white juice exploded in her mouth, she gulped him down eagerly.
"That's what I like," he told her, "Yesss, baby. You really appreciate some good cream."
He was smiling, as he saw what pleasure she was getting from eating his cock juice.
Sliding it out of her, he turned his body around so his buttocks were in her face as he put his face over her pussy.
"Play with my ass while I eat your pussy," he told her.
It didn't take the teacher long, to get the point of what he wanted. She reached up to grip and massage his asseheeks. He loved the sensations this was creating.
"Ohhh yes," she panted, "That's what I like. Keep it up. Ohhh, ahhh, yes baby, yes baby, that's the way."
The pleasure mounted now as she slid a finger into his asshole. He wiggled his butt about, as she did so.
"Oh fuck it," he told her, "Fuck, baby, fuck. Now you're fucking. Ohhh yes baby, fuck."
When he had finished watching her playing with his behind, he went back to eating her mound.
"Ohhh WOW!" she panted, "I love it when you stick your tongue in there."
Stiffening his tongue and stabbing into her, he began giving her vagina a wild workout. He licked generously, and excited her all the more.
"Keep it up, baby," he told her, "Yesss. That's what I like, Keep doing it, baby. Now you're making it."
The sensational enjoyment was building, every second.
"Ohhh," he moaned in delight, "Yesss, baby. That's the way to do it. Keep it going."
The pumping finger in his asshole, and the slipping tongue sliding around her vagina, was giving her pleasure.
The two of them were continuing like this, until she juiced.
"Ohhh, eat my pussy," she panted, "Eat my pussy. Yes baby, get the juice. Now you're doing it. Just like that. Ohhh, ahhh, yes baby, yes baby, all the way."
The pleasure that she was deriving from this, was fantastic. She twisted about the bed, and clutched at the sheets as the erotic waves swept over her.
"Ohhh lick it," she cried, "That's what I want, eat my mound baby."
There was no doubt about it, the teacher was turned on with the student.
"Ohhh lick it," she cried, 'That's what I want. Get your tongue way in there, get every bit of it."
He pumped his tongue into her as far as he could get it to go, and finished her off. Then slowly slipping out of her, she knew he had to get some more action.
"I'm hard again," he said, "With all of that good time you've been giving my ass, I'm excited."
Now he was eager to stick it into her mound.
He turned around, and straddled her.
"Why don't you guide it in for me," he asked her.
She reached out, and gripped his hard penis.
She was delighted, to seize it and stab it into herself.
"Ohhh baby," she panted, "That feels beautiful. Keep pumping."
The teacher's hot hands were on the young boy's behind. She massaged his asseheeks vigorously, as he stabbed into her.
"Keep it up," he begged her, "Yesss. That's what I like. Keep fucking, baby. Now you're doing it. Wonderful."
The pleasure, was mounting every minute.
"Oh WOW!" he panted, "That's beautiful. Keep fucking, baby."
As he stabbed it into her, she became more and more stimulated. Using her vagina muscles effectively, she gripped his sliding penis.
"That's what I like," he panted, "Yes baby. Grab me."
As she gripped it tightly and massaged it, she at the same time gripped his ass tighter. Then sliding a hand between his asseheeks, she felt of his prostate.
"I like that," Billy told the teacher.
"It is fun, isn't it?" she smiled.
She was going to town now, and he was more and more excited.
"Ohhh yes, baby," he groaned in delight, "That's the way to do it. Keep it up, honey."
The sensational pleasure, had put them into a happy frame of mind.
"Fuck it," he told her, "Fuck, baby. Fuck. Fuck faster."
She threw her pelvis, to meet his advancing cockstabs. He loved it when she cooperated this way.
"Ohhh fuck it, baby," he told her, "Fuck. Come on baby, fucker."
As the two of them pitched against each other, they began sweating. Soon, their sweaty bodies were slapping against each other in a steady, even rhythm.
"Ohhh I love this," he told her, "It feels fantastic. Yes, baby, fuck. Give it to me. Every inch."
Inch by inch, the rock-hard cock stabbed into her. She loved it more every moment.
"Oh baby," he told her, "You don't know how good that feels to me. You've got a groovy pussy."
As she wiggled her hips about, he became more and more excited.
"Keep it moving," he told her, "Yes. That's what I need. Fuck, baby, fuck."
She gripped his sliding penis tightly, and continued pitching forward.
"I'm almost there, honey," he told her, "Hang in."
As she ground her hips around, and he went on stabbing her, he knew it wouldn't be much longer until he juiced.
"Ohhh WOW!" he panted, "I'm there, baby. I made it."
The juice exploded within her, and she howled with delight.
"Ohhh baby," she moaned happily, "You don't know how good that feels. Ohhh baby, you're really giving me a good screwing."
He continued, until he had finished shooting his juice into her. Then, he did not pull out of her immediately. To her surprise, Billy bent over and kissed her. It wasn't a simple kiss, it was a passionate kiss.
"Open your mouth, honey," he told her.
Even though the teacher did not want to get involved in a wild frenching session, she felt compelled to give him what he wanted. Opening her mouth, she accepted him.
"Ohhh baby," she groaned in delight, "That is fantastic. Now you're fucking."
The sensational pleasure, that they were achieving at this point was remarkable.
"Ohh honey," she said, as she patted his ass, "I do think a lot of you."
Billy was proud and happy, that he could bring the teacher so much pleasure. When he finally pulled out of her, he looked at her longingly.
"You know teach," he told her, "You have a body that would bring a dead man back to life."
"You flatter me, Billy," the teacher told him.
Billy sat there on the edge of the bed, and just looked at her.
"You know you look a lot better since I shaved your pussy," he informed her.
"Do I?" she asked.
"Absolutely," he said, "I think the sexiest thing in the world is a shaved box."
She couldn't help wonder how many other women, that he had on the string.
"Billy," she said, "Will you tell me the truth if I ask you a question?"
"Of course I will," he said, "Do you think I would ever lie to you?"
"Yes I do," she informed him frankly.
"Well I probably would," he admitted.
"You haven't answered my question," she reminded him.
"No," he told her, "I don't intend to."
That burnt her up. She got to her feet, and glared at him.
"You make me angry," she said.
"Why, teach?" Billy laughed, "Because I won't let you pin me down. Look, I'm not married to you. We're just playmates. There's no reason why I should tell you a damn thing."
"You and I see things a lot differently," she told him.
"Do I?" he smiled.
He could care less, and she knew it. Yet, be-tween his legs hung something that made her extremely happy when it was hard and plunging into her. She reached over and played with it.
"You like to feel of that don't you ?" he smiled.
"I'll admit it, I do," she told him.
"Why don't you go down there, and blow me. Get some life back into it."
The teacher didn't wait for a second invitation. She went down on her young student, and gripping his buttocks in her hands let her mouth slide quickly over the head of his shaft.
"Oh that feels fantastic," he told her, "Yesss, I really dig that."
The pleasure, was building now.
"Ohhh keep that up," he told her, "That's what I like. Put some action into it."
She moved her mouth quickly up and down on his penis. He was getting more and more stimulated every second.
"Keep that up," he begged her, "Ohhh yes. Keep that up, baby. I like that."
The sensational enjoyment that he was deriving from her doing him like this, was increasing in momentum.
"Now you're pitching in there," he told her enthusiastically, "That's what Billy likes."
Grasping her head, he guided her.
"Now I'm going to give you what they call the deep-throat fuck," he told her.
She realized what he meant, when she felt the slippery penis sliding down her throat. For a moment, she thought she would choke on it.
"Come on, baby," he told her, "Eat cock."
It wasn't going to take him much longer now and he knew it.
"Ohhh baby," he groaned in delight, "That's what I like. Keep it up. Now we're doing it. Faster, honey. Ohhh honey, eat it."
She was frantic, with the surge of his penis down her throat. At first she found it near impossible to breathe. Nevertheless, she continued letting him thrust.
"Ohhh won't be much longer now, baby," he assured her, "Ohhh yes, oh WOW!"
He was becoming more and more excited, as his fantastic penis slipped down her throat.
"Fuck me," he told her, "Fuck, baby. Oh yesss, fuck me. That's what I like. Fuck it, baby. Fuck."
Soon, the penis exploded in her throat.
"Ohhh I'm cuming," he gasped excitedly, "I've made it."
He groaned as her cheeks sucked in as she finished getting his juice.
Slipping off him, she massaged his buttocks and just stared at his genitals.
"I guess you like it down around there," he told her.
The teacher didn't answer. She simply nodded.
"Sure you do," he said, "Cause I'm a well-hung stud. And you are some kind of screwed up nympho."
It didn't matter what Billy Cooper said to the teacher. She listened, respectfully. For she was strung up on him, and he knew it.
"There are a lot of things I'd like to do to you," he told her, "If you'd let me." , She still didn't reply.
Now he was concerned. Why wasn't she answering him?
"You okay, teach?" he asked in a low voice.
"Yes Billy," she said softly.
"Teacher," he said, "Better get away from there. I don't want you to eat it anymore."
As Billy pushed her away, she became more and more insistent upon staying around his genitals.
"Don't let me go," she said, "I just want to look at you Billy. I like to see every part of it."
Billy figured it wouldn't be any harm, and lifted his leg and spread for her so she could have a good view of anything she wanted to look at.
"Look good to you teach ?" he asked, wondering what she was thinking.
She nodded. Then she glanced up lovingly, as she slowly stroked his inner thigh.
"You know Billy," she said, "You have so much pleasure between your legs. It's wonderful, to go down on you."
"I wish I could get more chicks at school to say that," he said, "You've got to fight some of them to make them eat your cock."
"You'd never have to fight me," she said, "If there was any fighting that would have to be done, it would be keeping me off it."
"I'm glad to hear that teach," he said, "I'll always know where to come on a rainy night."
"Don't wait for a rainy night," she told him, "Don't wait for a rainy night."
It was as if she was drunk on his body. He could tell, her glazed eyes were thinking of something.
"What are you think about?" he finally blurted.
"Oh Billy," she said, "It's painful to have to tell you. But I might as well."
"Please do," he told her, "I want to know."
"Well," she explained, "I fell in love years ago with a wonderful guy. Only, I wouldn't do a thing with him. He begged me and begged me, but I wouldn't."
"Well why wouldn't you?" he asked her.
"Because," she said, "I was brought up in a fanatic religious concept, that wouldn't allow me to do anything."
"Well, that's too bad," he said.
"Yes it is too bad," she admitted.
He knew that she wanted to talk more about it, but she was finding it extremely difficult.
"Go on and tell me anything you want to," Billy insisted.
"Alright," she said sadly, "I will.. You see Billy, I loved this young cat more than you can imagine. Everything about him was so handsome, and appealing. He was a real sportsman, and a he-man. He had a body that wouldn't stop. He had a muscular chest, and fabulous legs. He was good at track, and played football too. I was crazy about him, and he was crazy about me. And one night, he, put the make on me. He wanted me to go all the way with him. I told him that I couldn't."
"Well, what happened?" Billy asked curiously, wanting to know how it came out.
"I got cold feet," she said, "And I backed out on him. We went to a motel, and he had the liquor there so I could relax. He knew I had to drink, for I could never take off my clothes. I was a very shy young girl."
"You're sure not shy anymore, teach," he told her.
"No," she said, "That's true. I'm not shy anymore. Times have changed."
"I guess they have," he laughed.
"Billy baby," she said sadly, "It tortures me when I think of it. It really does."
"Well I imagine it would," he admitted, "Because what you tell me, you were nuts about this cat."
"Indeed I was," she said, "And so was every other girl in my class. But, I couldn't give in to him. I thought it would be sinful to have sex with someone, if you weren't married."
"Do you still believe that crap?" he asked her.
"I've learned the hard way, honey," she said sadly, "What a phoney idea that is. When you love somebody, that is the thing that counts."
"That's the way I look at it too," he said, "That's why I'm playing around with all of the chicks."
Even though Billy's background was light-years away from the teacher's sexual history, there was some common denominator of understanding.
"Well," she said sadly, "He had gone to all the expense of finding a nice place in a motel. And he had plenty of booze ready, but I wasn't ready. That was the problem."
"What got you so uptight?" Billy asked.
"I don't know," she admitted, "I really don't know."
It was puzzling to him, how she would find it so difficult just to go to bed with a guy.
"You were living back in the dark ages," Billy said, "Times have changed."
"They sure as hell have," the teacher admitted, "If I had that night at that motel to do over again, I'd give Billy the best fuck he ever had."
"Well what did you do?" he asked. "When he had the booze and was all ready to fuck you, what happened?"
"Well he took off all of his clothes, and got in bed. Then he asked me to get in bed with him. I took off my clothes too, and was all set. Then, he begged me to go down on him. He always loved blow jobs."
"But you never gave him one?" he asked her.
"No," she said, "I wouldn't think of doing a think like that. I thought, any contact of the mouth with a sex organ was disgusting and dirty."
"Where did you get that crazy idea?" he asked her.
"I told you," she explained, "My parents were religious fanatics. They looked on sex as sin. And the real sin I learned too late was their view. They were sick. Not just on sex. But life. They thought they had all the answers."
"Who does have all the answers ?" Billy Cooper asked his teacher.
"Nobody," she said.
"I guess that's the truth," he admitted.
As she looked at him, she realized that he was a very wise young man. And it bothered her, that she had so many difficulties in dealing with him.
"Billy," she said sadly, "Sometimes I wonder a lot of things. I wonder if it's worth it all."
"What do you mean ?" he asked her.
"Oh when you go through so much hell," she said, "I wonder if life is worth living."
"What do you mean?" he asked, "We have a good time fucking don't we?"
"Oh yes we do," she admitted, "But how long can it last Billy?"
"As long as you want to make it last," he said.
She looked at him, and then he put his arms around her and held her close to him.
"Anybody ever causes you any trouble teach," he said, "I'll take care of them."
"With chains?" she demanded.
"With chains and whips and my fists," he said.
It did somehow give her a good feeling to have him talk with her like this. It was obvious to her, that Billy meant what he said. It was also equally obvious to her that he had a lot of feeling for her.
"Thank you Billy," she said softly.
Billy looked at her, his eyes aglow.
"I like you teach," he told her.
"Well I like you Billy," she said.
He was feeling of her bosoms, and she could tell that he wanted to lick them.
"You like them don't you?" she smiled.
"A lot," he said, "How can you tell?"
"It isn't difficult Billy," she smiled, "You haven't taken your eyes off them, since I took my bra off."
"I guess you turn me on," he told her.
They looked at each other, and embraced. Then they were lost in a kiss. Their tongues found each other, and they were flicking against each other.
"Oh Billy let me come up for air," she smiled, as he pulled his tongue out of her mouth.
"You're a pretty hot teacher," he said, "I'll bet you're the sexiest teacher in the school."
"Maybe I am," she said, "I'm the most foolish."
"Why do you say that?" he said, "You trying to say something against me."
"No," she assured him, "Absolutely not. It's just that I am being ridiculous, to imagine that I can carry on with you and not get found out."
"Nobody's going to find -out about us," he assured her.
"How can you be so sure?" she asked him.
"Because," he said. "I'm not going to tell anybody about us."
She kissed him gratefully on the side of the cheek.
"Now I don't want any of those easy kisses," he told her, "I want a nice sticky one."
She opened her mouth, and he pumped his tongue in there. He used his tongue like a penis in her mouth. She loved the way he licked her teeth, and licked the sides of her mouth. Their tongues flapped against each other, until they were both stimulated and excited.
"Ohhh WOW!" he smiled, "Are you ever wonderful."
"Am I Billy?" the teacher asked sadly.
"You bet your ass you are," he told her.
As he gazed at her buttocks, she got an idea of what he wanted. Suddenly his hands were on her asseheeks.
"What are you doing Billy?" she asked him.
"Sizing you up?" he smiled knowingly.
"For what?" she demanded.
"I thought maybe I would give your ass a little fuck," he laughed.
"Oh no you don't," she said, "You are not going to fuck my as3."
"Oh come on," he begged her, "Please, baby."
Every moment that he begged she was more and more nervous. She was afraid that Billy was flipping out. With all of his strange sexual desires, she didn't know what he might want to do next.
"Why are you trembling, teacher?" he asked. "Am I trembling?" she asked, her jaw quivering.
"I'd say you were," he said, "Are you afraid of me?"
"Should I be, Billy?" the teacher smiled without humor.
"Maybe you should be," he said, "I've been known to be difficult when I didn't get what I wanted."
"Do you always get what you want, Billy?" the teacher asked nervously.
"Almost always," he assured her.
She was realizing, how difficult it was to say no to him. And it was bothering her, as he continued massaging her behind.
"Billy, lay off," she finally said abruptly.
"Oh teach," he said, "Can't I have any fun?"
"I think you consider fun doing something perverse," she informed him.
"What do you mean by the word perverse?" Billy demanded, thinking that perhaps she was trying to use big words to floor him.
"I mean something kinky and off-beat," she explained.
"So you're trying to say I'm a twisted jackass," he said, "Is that it teach?"
"Not at all," she said, "But there are some people who don't want to do anything unless it's real offbeat. And I thought perhaps you were one of those persons."
"No I'm not," he said, "It's perfectly normal to do everything."
"Where did you hear that?" she demanded.
"Well that's what I heard in my sex education class," he told her.
"Is that right?" she demanded. "I wonder who teaches that class."
"Oh some old man, who knows what he's talking about," he said, "Bill Parker."
"Well he has the wrong idea," she said emphatically.