Wendy Barnes - A thing for panties

A couple of weeks later after school he stayed and spoke with her.

"What is it you want?" Linda demanded disgustedly. "I should think you have bothered me enough."

Shaking his head he smiled at her.

"I'm sorry," he told her, "but you still could give me a very good time."

"If you try anything in here again," she warned him, "I'm gonna make trouble for you and plenty of it."

Paying little attention to what she was saying, he simply asked for her phone number.

"I'd like to get together with you tonight," he told her, "and we could have a real good time."

It got her disgusted that he was so bold as to ask for her phone number.

"Why should I give it to you?" she demanded, glaring at him.

"Because," he said in a soft, quiet voice, "it might be good for your teaching career."

He laughed as he spoke. She got the point.

"Just because I watched you," she told him angrily, "doesn't mean you can involve me."

Figuring that he would give her a tough time, he walked away.

"You were right," he said. "The last time I tried to make it with you, you suggested that I really should contact a counselor about my problem. Maybe I should go downstairs and tell the male counselor that you put the make on me. How does that grab you?"

Shuddering, she walked over to him.

"You wouldn't do anything that desperate, would you?" she demanded.

Nodding, he told her he would.

"All right," Linda shook her head, "I'll talk to you. I'll talk to you about tonight. This is the wrong place."

Figuring that he might as well be agreeable now as he could get what he wanted later, Ken nodded and smiled at her.

"Thank you," he told her.

She gave him her phone number and that night he called her up.

"I've been thinking it over," Linda Livingstone said quickly, "and I can always claim that you tried to rape me. How does that grab you, tiger?"

It surprised him to see what imagination she had.

"You make me laugh," he quipped. "You wouldn't dare. By the time they tried to figure out who was lying, you'd be out hunting for a job."

Linda knew what he said was true.

"All right, damn it," she told him. "I guess you can come to my place – but you'd better never tell anybody."

Finally she gave Ken her address. It didn't take him long to get in his car and drive over to her place. As he went up to her apartment, he could imagine all of the exciting things he would do to her.

When he tapped on the door and Linda appeared, she was wearing a very conservative dress. It was obvious that she intended to make him beg for it.

"Come in," she said reluctantly.

He hadn't been in more than a couple of moments before she began reading him the riot act.

"I'm not afraid of you," she told him. "I'm not afraid of you at all. You're just a horny young kid. But mark my words, if you cause trouble for me I can cause trouble for you. Now if you want me to sit here and watch you jack off, all right. But I'm not gonna do anything with you. Have you got that straight?"

It was becoming obvious to Ken that he had to start thinking fast.

"All right," he told her, "I'm gonna ask you for what I want and you're gonna cooperate."

Finally he got his point across to her.

"Take off your clothes," he insisted.

Linda Livingstone was so angry now that she couldn't look at him.

"I said, take off your clothes," the young boy repeated.

The school teacher stood there transfixed for a tense moment.

"I guess you don't hear very well," Ken said as he headed for the door.

The menacing tone in his voice indicated to her that he planned on making trouble for her if he could.

"Be reasonable," Linda begged.

Ken went over to her and smiled sadistically.

"How about just letting me massage you?" he asked her.

Sighing heavily, Linda shook her head.

"I… I don't want you to touch me," she said.

"That's too bad," Ken replied disgustedly, "because I want to fuck you. I hope you don't mind."

At this point she got the message as the young teenage student started stripping.

"Don't take off your clothes in here," Linda objected.

"I want you to undress, too," he said with disgust.

Figuring that possibly might be the end of it if she did comply and let him see her naked body, Linda reluctantly agreed.

"All right, Ken, if it means so much to you I'll let you look at me. But that's all. Do you understand?"

He smiled as he removed his shirt and tossed it on a chair. Then he removed his pants and his shorts. When Linda saw his huge cock she gasped with fright and shock.

"I don't like you showing your big cock around here," she complained. "Look, I'm not a whore. Why don't you find a woman like that to take care of you?"

It was getting Ken excited just seeing how upset she became. Going over to her, he let his hand gently caress her bosoms. Even though he could only press against her flesh through the material, it excited him enormously.

"Please," he told her, "just take off your clothes."

Finally Linda removed her blouse for him. When he caught sight of her curvaceous bosoms nestled in a half-cup bra he became so aroused he could hardly stand it.

"You're beautiful," he whispered in awe.

His fingers unfastened her bra and then he looked at her naked breasts.

"Let's be honest," he told her. "I'm so excited now I really need you. If I could just suck on them."

Linda was being drawn deeper into the web of the young student's sexuality and she didn't know how to stop.

"Please, please, don't do anything more," Linda begged.

"You're just coming out of your shell," he told her. "Be courageous. You've been looking for someone to take care of you. Come on, take off your skirt."

For some strange reason Linda listened to him. She got to her feet and suddenly began removing her skirt. When he caught sight of her panties that did it. Tugging at the elastic waistband of her blue lacy panties, he let his hand slide inside. Ken loved the feel of the silky smooth fabric of her panties as he gently ran his finger tips over the sheer fabric. When he felt of her hot, naked buttocks flesh he became so aroused he knew that he had to have sex with her.

"Ohhh, beautiful," he whispered as he let his index finger slip into her vagina.

"You're sick," Linda said angrily. "You shouldn't be doing things like this."

Regardless of the fact she said he was sick, her pussy was slick. He pumped his index finger rhythmically in and out of her juicy vagina and decided it was time to get more.

"You deserve to be fucked," he told her.

Ken stripped her enticing blue panties off completely. But before he tossed them to the floor, he brought the filmy fabric up to his cheek, then stroked it caressingly against his reddened cheeks, smiling knowingly at the teacher. His pulsing penis stood up to greater attention as he tossed the lacy panties aside, then wrapped his arms around Linda, pressing his lips hotly on hers.

"Please, don't hurt me," she said nervously.

His hungry eyes stared at her. He loved the sight of her naked body. It was almost as if he couldn't get enough of her. Her sheer panties lay on the floor and Ken's eyes dropped to the enticing sight of the delicate puff of lace. He thought of how smoothly they had covered Linda's naked hips with a sensual elegance that he'd never seen before. Ken remembered all the other girls he'd fucked and the panties they'd worn, those silky, lacy, sheer fragments of delicate fabric that had caused his cock to race and pulse to incredible dimensions. It was strange, he thought, how each girl had almost seemed to have a style according to the type of panties she wore. Vividly he recalled the open-crotched nylon panties of Cindy, her moist tufts of pubic hair peeking through the opening in a welcome caress as his finger tips had played through the opening. As he looked at Betty, Ken realized that here was a woman of far greater refinement, but her panties had brought Ken equally enthralling sensations as he watched her sensuous form squirming beneath the glistening nylon fabric just before he'd slid them off her trembling thighs and down her smooth legs.