Ward Michaels - Lessons After School

"Susie Walters, you will remain after class," Betty Wingate ordered, her voice harsh. She had had all she could stand. Not only had Susie refused to pay attention all during her lecture, the large breasted girl continually stretched and displayed her supple young body. Betty was sure she did it for the benefit of the irritating Dale Paulson, who showed his approval of Susie's behavior by rubbing his swollen crotch repeatedly and leering at the girl openly. Every so often he would look at Betty in the same way, and that bothered her more than she wanted to admit.

The bell rang, and the students rushed from the room. Animals, Betty thought to herself, all of them. Susie remained in her seat, looking sullen.

"Come here," Betty said coldly.

Susie got up, her manner languid, and walked to the front desk, her eyes downcast.

"Well," Betty said, "what do you have to say for yourself?"

"About what?" Susie asked, flashing her a nasty look.

"About your behavior. I have never seen anyone display herself so openly and lewdly. You should be ashamed. When you are in my class, you are to concentrate on the finer aspects of literature, not on your own bestial desires."

Susie stared at her teacher, her eyes mirroring her defiance. "Some of us are proud of our bodies, Miss Wingate. Some of us don't pretend to be something we aren't."

"Exactly what do you mean by that, young lady?" Betty's voice was angry, but her face was flushed with embarrassment. She suspected only too well what the teenager was getting at.

Susie smiled triumphantly. "I think you know. Ben told me all about it."

"How dare you?" Betty hissed, her face twisted into a frightening mask. "How dare you even allude to such a thing?"

"Up yours, you cunty bitch!" Susie snarled. She turned on her heel and started out of the room.

"You're a lying little slut!" Betty howled after her.

Susie turned and smiled sardonically. "Don't you wish." She left the classroom, slamming the door behind her.

Dale was waiting in the parking lot. "So what did she want?" he asked as he leaned against the fender of his car. He took care to push his hips forward, his huge penis clearly outlined in his tight, grease stained pants.

"Nothing important. Want to do it at the clubhouse?" She brushed close to him, deliberately pushing her lushly fleshed hip into his bulge.

Dale laughed. "Shit, Baby, what I like about you is the directness. You don't fuck around. Come on. Jump in and let's go fuck."

The clubhouse was deserted, and Susie was half disappointed. She had been hoping for a replay of her.orgiastic experience with the cycle club. Dale opened the door, and they went inside.

"Take off your clothes and lay down," Dale ordered gruffly.

"My, my, aren't we in a hurry, though," Susie replied, her tone teasing. She grinned at Dale lewdly, rotating her hips in open invitation.

"Fuck yes, I'm in a hurry. You got me so turned on in English class, I damn near creamed my pants. I figured that was why Miss Wingate kept you, to lecture you about not showing off your body."

"Naw," Susie answered as she undid her skirt. "She just had a wild hair up her ass."

"I bet that's all she's ever had up there," Dale said, pulling off his sweater to reveal his hair studded chest.

"That's where you'd like to be, isn't it?"

"Yeah, I guess. There and other places." He watched the girl, his eyes wide with sexual excitement as she unbuttoned her blouse and pulled the halves of it aside to show him her full, creamy breasts. Arching her slim back, she displayed her lush, melon shaped bosoms, wriggling from side to side lewdly so that they quivered and undulated. "Miss Wingate doesn't have tits as big as these," she whispered, her voice husky with passion.

"Fuck, no, she don't!" Dale answered. With trembling fingers, he reached out to caress the supple, creamy flesh of his girl friend's breasts, his hands kneading them, feeling the spongy tissue, and making Susie gasp with raw lust.

"Aw, Christ, Dale, you make it feel so good," Susie mumbled as she pushed forward against his relentlessly caressing hands. Her breath came in short, excited gasps, and she felt suddenly alive with horny, complete lewdness. With a shake of her shoulders, she let her blouse fall to her trim waist.

Dale stared at her, his eyes wide and glazed over with passion. He realized again how beautiful Susie was. Maybe he was crazy to even think about Betty Wingate. Why did he need sex with her when he had a girl like Susie ready and waiting for him every time his penis grew erect? He could hardly catch his breath as the aching tightness of lust spread over his rippling chest muscles. Just looking at her made his erection swell to the point where its throbbing drove him half insane.

Her breasts swung free, making him think of ripe fruit, sweet and succulent and ready for his sucking, nibbling mouth. Her big dark nipples were hard and erect with lewd excitement. The sexiest thing about Susie was that she was always ready, fully as horny and sensually bold as he or any of the other guys he knew. Even now, part of Dale's lusty arousal was caused by memories of the way Susie had acted with his gang right here in the clubhouse. He vowed to arrange another session with them as soon as possible.

Susie's skillful fingers undid the snaps at the top of her skirt. With one quick push of her hands, she let it slither to the floor. Slowly, she stepped out of it, her eyes always on Dale.

At her waist was the dark elastic band of her pantyhose, and beneath it he could see her skin tight bikini briefs, lacy and half transparent.

"Why don't you finish the job for me, Dale?" she whispered as she kicked off her low shoes. Her arms were extended high above her head, and she stood before him like a finely sculpted marble statue. A salacious grin played teasingly over her full, crimson lips, and she licked them invitingly. Seeing her pink tongue made Dale shiver all over as he imagined it tickling at the base of his hot, throbbing glans.

"Sure, I'll help, Baby," he whispered as he moved to her, his movements dreamlike and wrought with passion. His long, hard phallus burned in his jeans, pulsing alive like a second heart. The harsh denim of his pants chafed its tip, and he caught his breath, half afraid he would squirt his cum too soon.

Silently, the boy dropped to his knees, his eyes traveling up and down the girl's body, his greed for her overwhelming him. Her waist was so narrow, he felt as if he could join his fingers around it, and her hips flared out into the firm fleshiness of her high, womanly buttocks.

Carefully, Dale slid his fingers beneath the tight waistband of her pantyhose.

"Oh, Honey good," she whispered, her body wriggling against him in open offering. "Undress me. Hurry!" Dale's pulse quickened wildly as he slid her pantyhose over the exciting swell of her hips and down her smooth, tapering legs. Susie stepped out of them, lifting her feet one at a time, letting him peel the tight garment from her. She steadied herself by gripping his neck and broad shoulders, her slim fingers kneading his flesh urgently.

"Next slide down my bikini," Susie commanded, her voice harsh with lustful passion. "That's all that's in the way now. I'll be completely naked for you." She squirmed under his touch, the flames licking at her inner thighs. Already she could feel the drops of freshness oozing from the taut, quivering lips of her fleece covered pussy.

Dale tugged at her panties, and she helped push them down over her flaring thighs. Her tight, narrow slit was clearly visible. Inhaling deeply, the boy could smell the ripeness of it, and saliva filled his hot mouth.

"Oh, God, Baby, you're so wonderful," he whispered, pulling her panties off over her feet. She stood before him completely nude, her body undulating teasingly and her hands moving up to cup her huge breasts.