Margot Peters - Campus love-in

Mountainview School was a bright white two-storey mansion in the manner of an antebellum southern plantation, with wide entrance, tall pillars. A long, semi-circular driveway led me to the front parking area. A black Lincoln Continental was the only other vehicle there, probably the headmaster's. I parked my heap next to it, checked myself out in the rear-view mirror, then went into the building. An old lady was tending the reception desk. She gave me a look of surprise when I told her who I was, then nervously told me to follow her. We went down to the end of the hall, to a huge oaken door. She knocked lightly on it, opened it slightly and peered inside. This was obviously the office of the big cheese, the owner of the Lincoln. "Mr. Hoag," the receptionist whispered inside, "the new teacher has just arrived." "Send her in," said a gruff voice beyond. "Yes, sir." She turned to me. "Mr. Hoag, the headmaster, will see you now. Please go in." The old-timer inside looked apoplectic when he saw me. "But, but, you mean to say you're Leslie Eastman?" "Yes, that's right," I said. "But you're supposed to be a woman!" He was about sixty-five, bald, and weirdly pink in his complexion. The pinkness ran right to the tips of his fingers. He squinted at me and shook his head. "Sorry," I said calmly, "but I've never been a woman in my life. Just wasn't one of my ambitions." "Not a woman? Wait a minute," he continued distractedly. "I…I understood that I had hired a woman. Miss Leslie Eastman. Are you sure you are she-I mean he?" "Quite sure. Have been since birth. My first name is admittedly androgynous, but my friends just call me Les." "My gosh…gosh, this is rather irregular. I mean, I was definitely expecting a female instructor." "Well Mr. Hoag, I was hired to teach English, and I don't see what part my sex has to do with that. It isn't my ability to teach that bothers you, is it?" "No, no…your record seems to be quite good. That's why we accepted you so quickly, my good man-but we thought you were, were a good woman!" "But where is the problem?" "Well," he sputtered. "This is a girls' school, as you must know…with young girls. Our faculty is generally exclusively female, Mr. Eastman..," He took off his glasses, started to wipe the lenses, and fell into a coughing fit. "I…I just don't know what to tell you, sir." "You can tell me when 1 start teaching, Mr. Hoag." "But, but…" "Are you implying that you question my character? My references are all in order, I think-" "No, I didn't mean-" "Do you have someone else for the job? I must remind you 1 do have a contract." "All right, don't get excited, Mr. Eastman. We don't have anyone else for the job right now, as a matter of fact. The previous English instructor left us unexpectedly." "I have come a great distance, Mr. Hoag. Will you please tell me what's going on?" He squirmed nervously, then heaved a sigh. "The contract is only till the end of this semester, correct?" "Yes, that's right," I said. "Well, that's only a couple of months. I don't suppose there can be any trouble in that short a time. Please, please sit down, Mr. Eastman. You've got a contract and it is my responsibility to honor it." "Thank you." I sat down. "Have you found your accommodations to your liking?" "Yes, the house is fine." "Good. I might as well let you get started right away. We can discuss any questions you may have at a later date. The students have been without regular instruction for several weeks now. The sooner you get started the better. My secretary will show you to your office, where you will find the books you will need, and your class schedule." He pressed a button on his intercom, and said, "come in here, Miss Rounbottom, please. Thank you." The door opened in a moment, and in walked a piece of ass of incredible voluptuousness. She was a secretary out of a burlesque skit: tall, close to six feet I would guess, with lustrous blonde hair, huge bulging tits, and a big round rear. She was wearing a tight blue miniskirt that revealed three-quarters of a very shapely pair of legs, nice plump, creamy thighs. She had a round, unintelligent face, but a wide, sexy, gash of a mouth that hinted at desire. "This is Mr. Eastman, Linda, our new English instructor," the headmaster said. "How do you do," she said, looking at me seriously, but then quickly winking at me. I cleared my throat. "How do you do," I said, and did not wink back at her. "Take Mr. Eastman to his office, please." "Yes, sir," she smiled politely. I shook hands with Mr. Hoag and then I followed his gorgeous secretary out of the office and down the corridor, keeping a few paces behind to watch her pretty, plump ass sway back and forth with every step. You can imagine what plans I was already hatching in my mind for this beauty. My office was at the end of a deserted corridor, near some stock rooms. There was not much to it, desk and chair, a bookcase, a closet, a sink, and a window. Linda, the secretary, stepped inside behind me and closed the door. I turned to face her. She was smiling and nodding her head, sizing me up. "So how'd you do it?" "Do what?" I asked. "How did you get him to hire you without you either being senile or having a cunt? Christ, I could have peed when I saw what the new teacher looked like." "Yeah, there seems to have been some sort of error," I said. I was simultaneously taken aback and encouraged by her rather frank language. "But not to worry, I think it's all been worked out now. At least till the end of this semester." "That's just swell. And do you know why?" "Why?" "Because, baby, we can use a stud like you around here. This place is just like a convent. No men around for miles. And those down in the closest town are mostly stiffs. Most of the time we women have to make do with our trusty vibrators. Am I shocking you, Mr. Eastman?" "Shocking me? No, delighting me." "Oh, what a shame. I thought maybe I could shock you. And then I would try to arouse you.” "Forget the shocks. Why don't we go right to the arousing part, Linda." "Whatever you say, Mr. Eastman. I'm a secretary here, and it's my job to serve. If you want me to type a letter, maybe, or take…dictation." She stepped back to the door and locked it with a quick flick of her wrist. She gave me another wink. The next moment she was standing just in front of me and moving a hand up between my legs. She squeezed her hand. against my crotch, and my cock immediately swelled up against the pressure. "Feels big," she said. "I bet we could have lots and lots of fun with that." I gave a sigh, and stood my ground, while she pried her long-nailed fingers into the growing bulge. She cupped it, and dug her nails against my trousers. The secretary started to pull back and forth, till the head of my cock pushed out far beneath my clothes. "Oh, you've got something in there… I think it wants to come out and see me, Mr. Eastman. Don't you think so?" "Yes, it's dying to meet you." With one efficient movement, she pulled down my zipper and stuck her hand inside. I took a deep breath, excitedly feeling the fingers crawling over my crotch. She got the fingers inside my underpants and made contact with my cock. She squeezed it, which made me gasp loudly. "Oh, it is big," she whispered giddily. The blonde pulled the prick all the way out and then held it tight at the hilt. She got down on her knees before me. Her tongue crept out and licked up and down at the growing shaft. Her lips drooled with saliva. She was hungry, no doubt about that. She licked and licked at me, till my cock started to shine brightly, gleaming with spit and dripping come. The girl opened her large, sensual mouth still wider and swallowed me up, every fucking inch, right down to the hilt. I groaned and shook my pelvis at her. Just the sight of this fabulous-looking female perched on her knees, with her mouth full of my cock, was enough to make me shoot off. Luckily, I had stronger willpower than that, and I had already gotten pretty well laid just a short time before so I wasn't as frisky as I might have been. Up and down she moved, slowly, twisting and squeezing on me, sucking in, drawing the semen out of my balls. I shivered as I felt the tip of my cock touch against her tonsils. More sperm dripped from the sides of her lips, and continued on in a tiny, sexy trickle over her chin. She let the cock slide out almost all the way, but she caught an oral grip on it at the last moment and rammed her face back to the base, quickly and tightly, till the head smacked the back of her throat once more. "Oh, that's good, baby, that's real nice," I groaned, shaking rhythmically, clenching my fists. She lifted off it and gasped for breath. She smiled at me crazily, her eyes twinkling like she was high. "Oh, you can't imagine how good that tastes," she sighed. "I haven't had a big cock like this in my mouth in, I don't know, weeks and weeks." "Well, baby, you haven't lost your touch, even if you are out of practice. Go on, do a little more." She nodded. Her fingers squeezed my pole at the base, and she slid her tongue down the length of it, then dragged it back up to the head. She paused at the delicate skin under the rim of the head, and licked it, which made me squirm wildly and groan like an animal. All I needed was for someone, like Mr. Hoag or that aged receptionist of his, to come down the corridor looking for me. It would not be a terrific testament to my sense of responsibility and seriousness to be caught getting a blowjob a few minutes after my arrival at the school. I bucked forward convulsively, and she swallowed me whole once more. I lunged my prick straight down her throat, and she watched it go past her lips with her eyes wide. She sucked, up and down, and I grunted and squirmed, and I passed my hands through her long blonde hair. She paused again, and squeezed in on the rim of the head. I shuddered, felt a rush of ecstasy and almost came-but didn't. She opened her mouth wide and slipped off of me. "Let's fuck, Les," she said simply. "Do you think it's safe?" "Who cares? I've got to get fucked, and this cock of yours is the one to do the trick." She quickly lifted her skirt up and tucked it into her belt. Then she took hold of her panties at the waistband and dragged them to her ankles. She stepped out of them, spread her legs, and brushed up the thick golden hairs growing on her crotch, laying her pink pussy bare. "Over here," she said. "I'll stretch out on the desk and you can stand and fuck me." "Your wish is my command," I laughed, following her to the desk and watching her perch her plump ass at the edge, leaning back on the blotter and the assorted papers there. She spread her moist cunt wide and held her hands out for me. Grabbing the taut pole, she led me up hard against her fiery loins. The secretary held her breath, and for a moment or two I teased her by rubbing the head of my cock up and down at the edge of her trembling twat. "Here I am, baby, I'm coming inside." And I began to push into the tender passage. She took a deep breath and held it for that dramatic moment. When I was halfway inside she exhaled deeply, her cunt opened up wide, and I shoved in to the hilt. "Unnnggggg!" Linda cried out. She grabbed me by the shoulders and nodded her head frantically. I picked up my pace, driving down into her, ramming every solid inch up that deep hole. All my muscles tensed as I shoved inside, deeper and deeper, to the hilt. Her cunt seemed to become deeper each time I thrust in against it, and it felt like I would be falling inside her before long. In and out, withdrawing almost completely then recapturing the hole, filling it completely and quickly, making her groin spasm and her body shake. I pushed against her harder and harder, so deeply and violently that I might have been tearing through vital organs. Each time I arched back, and slid the cock out, she shook, and her cunt lips squeezed tightly together, trying desperately to keep my big prick inside her. "Oh! Oh! Yes, yes, fuck me, oh fucking God, that's good! Yes, do it, do it to me, Les!" I pushed up closer, till my thighs were scraping against the edge of the desk. All I needed was one awkward thrust and I would be smashing my cock against solid wood. Splinters in my prick was one thing I could do without. Linda's clawing hands went everywhere. She would dig her nails into my ass for a while, then move up under my arms to hold me. And then her arms would flail out at the air and down at the desk, grabbing papers that came into her grip and crinkling them into little balls. I hunched up tight and squeezed her ass. The cheeks were smooth and soft, with plenty of rubbery flesh to dig my own nails into. "Oh, oh, yes! Yes, that's good! Your prick is so good, Les, it's so fucking hot and hard!" I squeezed her ass cheeks, prying them apart, making her cunt open up even more so I could lunge even more deeply inside that steaming, creaming love hole. I felt waves of pleasure sparking off from my prick each time I jammed up inside of her. They were like sexual fireworks, short crackling orgasms, one after the other, each igniting the next, each leading towards the big one that loomed ahead. I was primed for a big explosion now. Miss Linda didn't. deserve anything less, I felt. I lunged and lunged, back and forth, again and again till the itching, twitching, burning sensations rippled through my body, and I knew that the juices were on their way. I rammed into her, thrusting, driving into that quivering, clamping pink hole of hers. Linda was coming all the way now herself. Her body flashed a deep red color. That sensual mouth formed a wide O. Saliva slid from her lips. Her eyes popped so wide I thought they would fall out. And she shook like crazy, till the desk began to rattle and slide back. It was as if we were fucking in the middle of an earthquake. It became still more intense at the next thrust, when I buried my cock all the way inside, and the muscles of her cunt opened and then clamped tight to my prick. Juice spurted out of her and sprayed all around me. "Oh! Oh, God!" she screamed. "Yes, yes, yes! Fuck me! Oh Christ, I'm coming, Mr. Eastman! Ayyy!" I fought against her vaginal hold and finally broke through, so I could pump the necessary last strokes, in and out, back and forth, faster, faster. My cock started to tremble, to contract, and to expand with rising seed. I growled at her, "here it comes…" I drove in for the last time and blew my come into her. I squirted again and again, filling her quaking depths with my creamy hot seed. "Ohhhh!" she cried. "Yes, yes, come! Hot, hot come! It's good, Mr. Eastman, it feels so good!" The sperm filled her cunt and then poured out from the flared pussy lips. Come dripped onto the desk and the blotter- I wondered how I would explain those stains. I continued to plow into her for another minute. My legs began to cramp, though, and I figured, all things taken into consideration, it was time to zip up. But first I had to catch my breath. I slumped up against her wet crotch, getting come and pussy juice on the front of my pants, I might add. She slowly lowered her legs to the floor from where she had been dangling them in the air. She put a hand to her sizable chest, which was heaving wildly. "That…that was very nice," she panted. "Oh, Mr. Eastman, I am certainly going to enjoy having you here on the faculty. A healthy…red-blooded girl like me needs to be fucked on a regular basis, you know, or else…or else she starts to get stale and…dried up." "Baby," I said, patting her cunt, "I don't think you could dry that up with a sponge…” I turned around and sat down on the edge of the desk next to her. She reached back and got some tissues from a drawer in the desk, and proceeded to swab up the mess between her legs. She moaned slightly with each stroke of the tissue, and I was afraid she'd set herself off and we would begin the whole business allover again. I started to put my prick away, but she stopped me for a moment and caressed the shrunken organ. "I hope you won't be stingy with that lovely thing," she said, smiling contentedly. "No, no. But I'm afraid you may have to make reservations, if the rest of the faculty is as horny as you are." "They are, Mr. Eastman. We all are up here." "So I've begun to find out." "But don't spread yourself too thin. I want you good and ready when we get together." "What are the other women up here like? Old or young? Are they single?" "They're in their twenties and thirties, I guess," she shrugged, not very enthusiastic on the subject of her competition. "Yeah, they're all single, except for Mrs. Hudson, the art teacher, who is married, and so is Mrs. Priml, the librarian. But I think she's separated from her husband. I suppose in another week you'll know more about all of them than I do;" "What about Mrs. Hudson's husband? Does he live up here near the school or what?" "They live a distance from here. She only comes up three days a week. Anyway, she probably gets as little cock as the rest of us, if the rumors about her husband being a fag are the truth…heh heh, poor girl." She shimmied off the desk and scooped up her panties. I watched her step into them, slide them up over her wide hips till they had settled snugly against her cunt. She smoothed out her skirt and patted her hair into place. "I better be going now, before Mr. Hoag sends out a search party. He probably wants me to take a letter or something, some bullshit so he can sit behind his desk and stare at me and wonder what my pussy looks like." "But he never gets to see it?" I smiled. "No! That cranky bastard. He can look at his wife's pussy if he wants to look at one. Oh, that reminds me, he and his wife planned a dinner party for tonight, in honor of the new teacher, so you could meet the rest of the faculty and all. Be there around eight, okay? His is the big house at the end of this road out here, you can't miss it." "Okay. I'll try to make it." She kissed me goodbye, then slipped out of the room, wiggling down the corridor, back to work. I looked over my schedule and saw that I had a class which should have started about fifteen minutes before. I found the classroom and went inside. The room was silent when the students saw me. There were close to twenty chicks in there, all sixteen or seventeen, beautiful fresh young cunts in their tight school sweaters and miniskirts. I had to cover my mouth and take a sharp deep breath. I was in awe. The scene was quite overwhelming. There they were, plastered down four rows across the room, each one of them with big budding titties and fluffy pussy hair, no doubt, cunts that they probably fingered every night in their dormitory beds, for want of something better-something like what I carried around between my legs. I was staring. And they were all staring back. Perhaps they were wondering, in their dirty young minds, what my big cock was like, what it would be like to have it shoved up their tender, perfumed twats. I stood behind my desk and gripped the back of the chair for balance. I was nervous. Finally breaking the silence, I said, "How do you do. I am your new English teacher. My name is Mr. Eastman. I'm sorry I'm a little late for today's class, and I don't really know where you are in your studies…I hope by the time we meet again I will know what I'm doing. I'll have to learn all of your names, and that may take a while…" I shuffled through some notes that were left for me. They didn't make much sense at that moment. I looked up from the notes and saw that most of the girls were still staring at me, and pretty damn intently. Several of them wore expressions you could only describe as lascivious. Dirty. So maybe I wasn't just fantasizing: maybe they really were wondering what my prick would be like up inside their sweet, virginal honeypots. I cleared my throat nervously, snapping out of this train of thought. "I, uh, was given some notes here…it says that you had been told to read a novel of your choice. So, what I'll do is have you all write reports on the book you read. You can hand it in at the end of the class, or if you don't finish, you can do it for homework. Okay? So…get to work." The girls all exchanged glances, grimaced, and then got out their writing pads and pens. I sat back in my chair and pretended to study my notes. In fact, what I was doing was a bit less noble. I became preoccupied with the lower half of each student. The desks were built too high for most of them, leaving a clear view of their legs. You could tell from the seating habits they had developed that they weren't used to having a man in the room. I mean to say, several of them had their creamy, shapely legs strung around the bars between the legs of the desks, which left them quite provocatively spread-eagled. I licked my lips and peered out at them. Half a dozen of the lovely young things had their tight panties in full view. One dark-haired beauty wore the sheerest undergarment, which left the shadow of her black bush clearly discernible. Another one, an incredibly pretty redhead, wore only pantyhose underneath her skirt, and so I could examine in some detail the silkily sheathed curls of her scarlet pussy. I even thought I could make out the gleam of milky come stains between those gorgeous young thighs. I asked myself: How in God's name was I going to get through two months of this temptation every day, let alone another year, if Hoag decided to extend my contract? The final class ended at three o'clock, and the girls all rushed to try and finish their book reports. Each girl put her paper on my desk and said a mumbled goodbye as they went out the door. I piled the papers into my attache case and prepared to leave. Just for the fun of it, I idly looked through the drawers of the desk. Pushed to the back of the bottom one, what did I find but a small Swedish porno magazine filled with color photos of beautiful Swedes getting fucked every which way by huge red cocks. Whoever the woman was that I was replacing, she was apparently just as horny as the rest of the women at that sex-starved school. I went back to my office for a few minutes, then out to the parking lot. The building was nearly deserted already. The Lincoln was gone from the parking area, but another car was in its place. A woman was putting some objects into the back seat of it, and having some trouble with them. She was in her early thirties, tall and fleshy. Her hair was short and black, with bangs in the front. She was wearing a tight shift that showed off an excitingly plump ass. She smiled when she saw me and said hello. I went over in time to keep one of her packages from falling out of her hands. Together we slipped them into the back seat. "Thank you so much. I should have made two trips, I guess, but I wanted to get home." "Yeah. You ought to make it now." "Are you the new instructor?" she asked. "Yes, that's right. Are you a teacher here?" "The art teacher. I'm Mrs. Hudson, Mr. Eastman." "You know, my name, do you?" "Your arrival has been on the grapevine all day. It's so nice to have a man up here for a change. I wish we could talk, but I must' get home to my husband. You know how it is. But I shall see you again soon, no doubt." "Oh, I don't want to hold you up. Nice meeting you. Will you be coming to the party at Mr. Hoag's house tonight?" "No, I'm afraid not. Can't make it. But I will see you again soon, I'm sure, Mr. Eastman." "Call me Les." "Of course I will…" She suddenly stepped up closer to me and lowered her voice. "You know, Les, you've got yourself a terrific body." I laughed in surprise. "I'm speaking as an artist, of course," she snickered. "I mean, you would make a great model. Have you ever by any chance done any modeling?" "No, none that I can recall." "Oh, but you'd be a wonderful subject. How would you like to pose for me sometime?" "Pose for a painting? What kind of painting?". "I do a lot of nudes. When I can find the proper model, that is. But you would do fine." "Well, I'll think about it. Sounds like fun…Mrs. Hudson." And it did-like my kind of fun. "Where would we do it?" "Oh, I have a studio here at the school. We'll talk about it next time we meet. I have to get home now." She got into her car and started the engine. Just before she backed out, she whispered out the window at me, "Yes, terrific body."