Margot Peters - Campus love-in

"Gaaaaaa!" she cried at me, her belly quaking from the outpour, the heat that filled her. "Shit, yes, more, so much, ohhhh! That's the way, yes, yes!"

She raked her strong hands into my shoulders, holding me close, tight, intense, and she breathed at me in violent gasps, like she was breathing her last.

I kept pumping, in and out, keeping up our ecstasy for a solid minute or more. Then I slowed, slower and slower till I collapsed in her arms, those powerful, sinewy arms, sighing, closing my eyes tight.

It was quite a workout, even by the recent standards I had unconsciously been setting.

Minutes passed as we lay quietly oh the couch. Miss Darwin stroked me like a mother her child, caressing my ass and running her big hands through my hair.

"You are one sweet fucker, Mr. Eastman," she whispered, out of breath still. "Yes, you are…"

"You liked that, huh?"

"Yeah, I liked that."

"I'm glad to hear it. It would have been pretty bad if I had nearly killed myself and then found out you didn't enjoy my style."

"I enjoyed it just fine. Didn't you feel me coming?" she asked, Caressing my neck.

"Yeah, more than once as I recall."

"Oh, so many times, baby. You just made me come and come and come. I stopped counting after the third orgasm. At that point I just freaked out."

"Glad you enjoyed it."

"Yeah. But confidentially, don't you think you better get on your way to that class you're supposed to be teaching starting twenty minutes ago?"

I sat up and stretched my arms out. "Yeah, yeah, I guess you're right. I wish I could just sit here with you and wait for my cock to get hard again. But I guess I must go back into the real world now. Shit, I hope they haven't sent anybody looking for me. I'll have trouble explaining all of this."

I climbed over her and stood up. I got myself back together, putting my cock away and brushing my hair down. I leaned back and patted Jane Darwin on her thick bush. She opened her legs and gave me another glimpse of her fat gash.

"We're gonna get together again real soon, sugar, don't you forget that now."

"I'll remember it. Miss Darwin. Maybe we better make it under safer conditions next time, though."

"Any time, any place, honey," she said.

I winked at her, took a deep breath, then walked over to the door. I started to open the door then looked back at her.

"Will anybody be out there in the hall?"

"Shouldn't be," she said. "This is my free period… But I'll check it for you."

She picked up a blanket from one comer of the couch and draped it around her. Then she stepped past me and slowly opened the door. She peered out, then stepped into the hall.

"Okay, honey, coast is clear. Go through that door at the end of the corridor. It leads to the back parking lot. It'll be a lot easier for you to make an excuse if you're caught coming from there."

"Yeah, okay. So long," I said, and kissed her once more quickly on the lips.

I trotted for the rear door, waved to her, and went out. I crept along the wall so that no one could see me from the library windows that also faced the parking lot. I got around to my car, pretended to be looking for something, then returned to the school building.

I was, of course, quite late. The girls inside the room were making a racket, giggling and gabbing, throwing paper airplanes at one another.

I apologized profusely and told them to get their books out, and open to Chapter 26 of Lord Jim by Joseph Conrad.

"As you have read," I said, "the situation for our protagonist has changed drastically in the past few chapters. From his staid, normal position as seaman on an East Asian steamer, Jim has progressed to odd man out on a secluded island in the jungle ripe with tension and intrigue. The question we ask now, is, will the Rajah put Jim to death for challenging his monopoly? A very good question."

My first lunch in the school cafeteria was not a very pleasant surprise. They tell me the main course was creamed beef, but it tasted more like some kind of undercooked suede shoe.

My company at the lunch table was all a man could ask for, though. Miss Honeywell, as busty as ever, was on my left, and the promiscuous Linda Rounbottom, secretary extraordinaire, sat to my right, nibbling at a tiny ham sandwich she had brought from home, a smarter thing to do than try and consume the inedible blue plate special.

"You aren't eating, Mr. Eastman," Linda commented, swallowing the last bite of her meal. "No appetite, I guess."

She chuckled. “I quite understand… And what have you been up to since we last met? Any new conquests?" She looked around to be sure she wasn't being overheard. She was a rowdy girl but I guess she didn't really want to lose her job, if it came to that.

"Conquests?" I repeated. I sat back in my seat and wagged an eyebrow in the direction of Miss Honeywell, sitting nearby.

Linda whispered, "Her?"

I nodded.

"That's incredible! Anyone else?"

"You wouldn't believe it if I told you."

"Go on, try me. I'm fascinated." "Well, several, to tell you the truth. Like that one…" I gave a toss of my head in the direction of the gym teacher at the far end of the table.

"Really? My goodness, you have been a busy little devil since you've arrived, hm?"

"I can't keep them away from me."

"Yeah, that's what I told you would happen. But try and remember to leave an opening for me somewhere on your busy schedule, okay?"

"Yeah, sure."

"I'll appreciate it, really I will."

"You're at the top of my appointments list," I laughed. "It says, Tuesday afternoon-fuck Linda." "What about Monday? All booked up?"

"Tired out," I said.

Miss Honeywell tapped me on the arm. I gave her a winning grin and asked what was the matter.

"Uh, I was wondering if we could meet for a conference some time after school today?"

"What would this conference concern. Miss Honeywell?" I asked, pretending not to have a clue about what was on her horny mind. This made her fluster nervously. She looked down at her lunch plate and whispered out of the corner other mouth, "It would be a… personal matter. I don't think we should discuss it at this time." "Can't you give me some hint as to the nature of this conference, Miss Honeywell?" "It has to do with some of the things we, uh, discussed last Saturday."

"Oh, a discussion," I beamed. "Fine. Good. Nothing I like better than a good discussion." "What time can I come over?"

"Better make it late in the evening. I've got a lot of homework to grade, you know. Yeah, better make it late, that will give me plenty of time to get into bed… so we can discuss."

She looked around nervously. Then she muttered a quick, "Very well," and returned to her meal.

Linda nudged me. "What was all of that about? Is she on the make for you again?"

I leaned towards her and whispered, "Yes. She wants to try sucking my cock after school."

The secretary started giggling. The giggle erupted as she started to take a drink of her punch and sprayed it all over the table. The other faculty members gave her an icy stare, which calmed her down considerably. "And did you agree to let her… suck your cock?" she asked when attention had turned away from her again.

"Sure," I said. "I'm a very charitable person. How could I refuse a request like that?"

"Yes, very noble of you sir."

"How's the boss been treating you lately?" "No complaints, I guess."

"Has he made any more attacks on the young student bodies? Or is that phase all over?"

"As far as I know it is."

Someone came up from behind me and tapped my shoulder. I looked around at Miss Jobert. She leaned over, letting the deep cleavage of her sexy boobs sway just below my nose. I was sorely tempted to stick my tongue in and lick at the plump flesh. That would have raised a few eyebrows at the lunch table.