Margot Peters - Campus love-in

She shook and shook, and held me, and we danced like that for another half a minute, till she collapsed completely in my arms like a rag-doll.

I slid away from her, and her ass slipped down into the wet bathroom sink.

"Oh, shit," she Sighed, "I'm sitting in cold water…"

"I've got to get out of here," I said.

I had already been gone way too long. Hoag, her husband, was bound to be suspicious. Maybe he was already on his way upstairs, to check out his supposedly "dizzy" wife.

"Don't leave me," his wife pleaded.

I’ve got to get back to the party, baby," I said. "Or else there will definitely be trouble. I can't tell him I came up here to lie down too, you know." "You're wonderful," she moaned, clutching me by the waist with one hand and massaging my weary prick with the other. I pulled it away from her grip.

She looked pretty absurd, sitting there in the sink with her skirt pulled up and her pussy showing. I stuck my hand down there and tugged on her bush, and then lifted her up and down to the floor.

She reluctantly dropped her skirt to a decent level and stretched up to give me a gentle kiss on the mouth. I slapped her on her firm fanny and stepped back to the door.

"See you later, baby," I whispered, and silently opened the door. I scurried down the staircase, brushing myself off, trying to look like nothing had happened.

Downstairs, they hadn't even missed me. In fact, one of the guests. Miss Jobert, had already gone home.

"She wasn't feeling too well, apparently," Miss Honeywell explained, as I sat down beside her.

"I wonder if there's a bug going around," I said, thinking of Mrs. Hoag's supposed illness.

"What's that?"

"Wasn't Mrs. Hoag feeling poorly too?"

"Oh, that's right. I hope it isn't the flu. I might have caught it too then, since I kissed her earlier, when she met me at the door."

"You're not the only one,” I mumbled, then smiled at her. "So you teach-what was it?-science?" "Yes, that's right. Science is my field, Mr. Eastman." She smiled back at me, then downed her drink. Her chest rose as she gulped at the liquid. The woman was fantastically bosomy. And those eyeglasses she wore somehow seemed to add to the erotic air she gave off. But this wasn't the time for those thoughts. I was too tired. "And how did your day go, Mr. Eastman? Did you get to teach any classes yet?"

I quickly lifted my gaze from her bustline. "Yes, I did catch my last class."

"And how did you like your students?" “They seemed nice enough. They might have been a little afraid of me, but that will change."

"I'm sure it will. And I bet you found them rather attractive, did you, Mr. Eastman?" She winked at me.

"Ah, yes, attractive. They are quite presentable, I must admit Those tight sweaters and short skirts they wear are quite becoming…"

"Ha! They're rather naughty outfits, in my opinion," the woman laughed. "I mean to say, those skirts are so short that if they bend over their private parts are just about hanging out for the world to see."

"Ha, ha, but there haven't been any men, young men that is, around here for you to worry about that."

"Yes, but now there's you."

"Oh, well, I can assure you, Miss Honeywell, that my intentions here are honorable, strictly educational that is to say. And besides that, I really don't have much interest in such young women. I like adults, mature women, women who know something about the world… like you. Miss Honeywell."

She cleared her throat, and her eyes fluttered embarassedly. "Yes, yes, I'm sure of that."

"How did you come to be a science teacher? I mean, do you really enjoy all that fooling around with frogs and chemicals and what have you? I never cared for it myself. Grammar struck me as a good deal less messy."

"Oh, I love science. It's both my vocation and my avocation. It's my only passion in life."

"Is that so?" I said, wondering whether I had finally found a Mountainview female who was not solely and overwhelmingly interested in fucking. "And what aspects in particular interest you, Miss Honeywell?"

"I enjoy botany and geology the most, it's so easy to make field studies in those two sciences. You just go outside. As a matter of fact, I'm planning a nature hike tomorrow morning. To collect specimens and so forth."

"Really? That sounds most interesting."

She pushed her glasses back on her nose and smiled nervously. "Perhaps, Mr. Eastman, you would like to join me tomorrow? You could see how lovely this area is. The woods are beautiful at this time of year."

"I don't doubt it… a nature hike, eh? It's very nice of you to invite me. I don't know anything about science, so I might be a burden to you."

"It would be…no burden," she said abruptly, and I could see she was secretly anxious to have me go along. My assumption that sex was not foremost in her mind might just have been a little hasty.

"I suppose you could teach me what I needed to know, about the flora and fauna, I mean."

"Of course. I am a teacher, after all."

"That's right," I laughed. "Aren't we all! Well, I'd be very happy to go on the hike with you."

"Fine. I shall pick you up at your house in the morning.",,

"Do you know where I'm staying."

"Yes." she said. "I know."

I wondered bow she knew, but I didn't ask. I finished my drink and then stood up.

"I better get home now and rest up if I intend to tramp around in the woods tomorrow."

Hoag came over just then. "Can I get you another drink, Eastman?" he asked.

"No, I think I should start home now. It was a lovely party. Thanks so much for your hospitality."

I said goodbye to everyone and went to the door. Hoag walked me over.

"Say good night to your wife for me, Mr. Hoag. I'm sorry she's not feeling well."

"I'm sure she'll be all right. She doesn't have a very strong constitution, I'm afraid."

Little did he know! I started down the steps, but Hoag called out to me, "We're happy to have you with us, Mr. Eastman. I'm sure it will all work out just fine, and you will become a shining credit to the school."

"Thank you," I called back, wondering to myself what he would be saying if he knew that I had already fucked his wife and his secretary.

I walked down the path to my car, yawning and stretching my arms out at the stars. The mountain air was quite cold by now. I got into my car and drove down the dark road back to my new home. Just a short distance down from my driveway there was a lemon-yellow Volkswagen. I didn’t know what it was doing there, but I wasn't in the mood to worry about it. I went inside, stumbled into the kitchen and got a glass of cold water to take with two aspirin. Still in the kitchen, I started taking my clothes off, getting ready to flop down in bed as soon as I got there. Only my socks were still on when I pushed through the bedroom door. Somnolently dragging back the covers, I descended to the mattress, eyes closing. Silence. And then a warm, dainty hand touched me low on the chest. I shot up, stunned, and turned on the light on the nightstand. Beside me, in bed, was Miss Jobert, the French teacher. She was, as the saying goes, wearing nothing more than a smile. "What the hell’s going on?" I inquired testify, rather annoyed by this intrusion. “Consider me a welcome to Mountainview present," she answered, smiling radiantly. The blanket fell off of her and a pair of melon-shaped pink titties hung out into view. She took my hand and placed it firmly against them. "So, welcome to Mountainview," she said. "Miss Jobert, I wanted to get some sleep. I've had a long day-if you only knew-and I need rest." "Oh, do not be so unfriendly." "Why don't you go home to your own bed, like a nice, respectable mademoiselle." "But I am lonely." "Go home and watch television. I'm sure there's a late movie on you can watch." "But I am also horny." "So go home and finger your cunt!" "Oh, but why you don't do that to me yourself? Ooh la la, your body is so nice, nicer than I expected even. Your cock, it is a nice long one, too! How would you like me to give it some French loving? What you call in English the blowjob. Yes, wouldn't you like it?" She held her delicate hand over me and touched the head of my flaccid cock with the tips of her fingers. I heaved a sigh and settled back on my pillow, as she slowly leaned down till her lovely face touched my pubic hair. Her tongue crept out and licked at the curly bush. She closed her teeth on the hairs and tugged. Her fingers strayed over my prick and balls, tickling them, pinching them, making them both start to inflate with excitement. She finally took the cock into her mouth, and pulled and stretched it till, despite my exhaustion, I soon had a full-fledged erection going. She sucked and slurped, and I stroked her golden hair, staring at her small mouth stretched and packed full with the length of my glistening cock. I stared with mindless fascination, detached and sleepy, like in a dream as she applied all the tricks in the book, scratching and sucking and biting and swallowing it all down her deep, delightful French throat. Up, she would go, to the tip of the head, inhale, then again completely recover it with her drooling mouth. Her fingers played with my tightly packed testicles, and with the thick hairs that grew down to my asshole. She dug one long-nailed digit into my anus, pushed it in to the knuckle and jerked it in and out as she ate my rod. Neither of us said anything as several minutes passed. She just sucked me off, and I watched. I would have been content to leave it like that, but of course she wanted much more from me. She started moving the twin globes of her pert ass in my face. I grabbed the closest leg and reluctantly passed it across me, opening an unusually hairy black jungle that ran in one continuous thick clump from the tip of her cunt to all around her pink asshole and higher, right to the top of her butt. I slapped her left cheek, hard as I could. She squeaked and shook the injured ass at me. I slapped her there twice more, then pinched her with both hands and dropped the whole wet, thickly weeded mess right onto my outstretched tongue. I teased the moist cleft and its aching clit with a quick dabbing in-and-out motion, making her jerk spasmodically and suck in harder on my cock. I spit on the black vegetation and licked at it, making the hairs matted and stuck to the inner folds of her cunt.