Ward Michaels - Lessons After School

Taking his raging erection in his hand, Dale jerked it, insuring that it was at full hardness. Then he leaned forward, and the wet tip of his penis kissed the folds of Susie's throbbing cunt. She moaned animalistically and squirmed about on the soiled cot, her cheeky buttocks turning the sheet into a mound of twisted linen. She raised her pelvis, pushing her cuntal mound into him, and Dale gasped as he felt his hardened knob disappear between her moist, burning hot lips. Susie let out an excited sigh as she felt her pussy being pushed open, entered, distended by the male's thick, knobbish head.

"Oh, yeeees!" she groaned through tightly clenched teeth. "Oh, fuck me, Baby. Fuck me to death!" She raised her knees, hugging Dale's slim hips between them, urging him inward.

The boy pushed forward, sobbing lowly as he felt more and more of his pulsating shaft sliding up the teenager's female channel. The heat of her interior was intense, and he could almost feel the blood engorged his erection was beginning to boil. It would not be long, he was sure, before the cum would bubble up out of his swollen nuts, fling itself along the canal of his urethra, and vomit out into Susie's throbbing, gripping, loving cunt.

"Oh, Dale, you're good. You fill me up so good!"

Dale could not answer. He was too busy sucking for breath. His hips moved forward and back, faster faster faster, scraping against the tender tissues of Susie's vagina. For each thrust, she rose to meet him, forcing his burgeoning erection into her body as far as it could go.

"Ohhhhhhh!" she moaned. "Ohhhhhh, I'm coo-oooming!"

"Me too, Hon. Me tooooo!" Dale gasped. The two of them writhed and bucked on the narrow, squeaking cot. Susie felt her cunt flower open, expanding, loosening, taking all of her lover. The juices gushed from her, sweet, and warm, and musky smelling.

Dale let forth a deluge of hot, starchy cum, coating Susie's throbbing insides with his manly hotness. Again and again, he climaxed, gallons of fresh man juice gushing from the deep, swollen slit in the end of his rigid, punishing erection.

At long last, the two teenagers were still. Dale cradled his face in the curve of Susie's neck. "Aw, shit, Susie," he whispered weakly, "that was so good."

Betty Wingate stared down at the small envelope. It had appeared on her desk sometime during the afternoon classes, but she was not sure when. It was obviously for her. Her name was typed neatly on the face of it.

She ripped it open and unfolded the note inside. It had been done on the same typewriter as the envelope.

Betty, Honey,

Meet me after school at the place shown on this map. I have a little surprise for you. Love, Ben.

Included with the note was a crudely drawn map. Betty studied it and realized she knew where it was. An arrow indicated the dilapidated building rumored to be the headquarters of a gang of young toughs. What could Ben be thinking of? She decided not to question her lover's whim. He probably had figured out a new place for them to have clandestine sex. She did remember his mentioning that his landlady was making remarks about the amount of time Betty spent at his apartment.

She shivered with delight at the thought of more sex with Ben, no matter where he chose to make it happen. Jumping into her car, she headed out of the school parking lot and straight to the deserted building.

"Hi," Susie said. She leaned against the frame of Ben Sommers' classroom door and smiled at him. "Good afternoon, Susie," Ben answered, looking up from the papers he was correcting. "What can I do for you?"

Susie walked over to him slowly, her succulent, fleshy hips undulating gently as she moved. "Oh, I think you know, Ben."

The teacher held up his hand, almost as though he were pushing her, away physically. "Hey, no more. Remember what I told you about Betty and me."

"Oh, I know, Ben," Susie said, leaning against the edge of his desk, her large, melon shaped breasts jutting toward him invitingly. "And I want you to know I'm real happy for you. Miss Wingate's so nice. She's almost, well, pure, like an angel."

"Yeah," Ben said, grinning up at her. "That's how I feel."

Susie fluttered her long eyelashes and looked downward shyly. "It's just that… well… "

"What is it?" Ben asked, his voice mirroring his concern.

Susie looked into his eyes. "I just thought maybe one more time, a last time, something for me to remember you by all the rest of my life. I got a place that's real secret. Nobody'd ever know. What do you say, Ben? Will you do it for me, please?" Her voice was pleading, almost innocent. She dropped her eyes again, the deep fringes of her eyelashes brushing her cheeks. Ben thought he could detect a tear in the corner of her eye.

"Sure," he said. "All right. Once more." He grabbed his coat and followed Susie to his car.

"Hey, there's a car pulling up outside!" Tom Zesky whispered excitedly.

"Of course. It must be Miss Wingate," Dale answered. "I told you Susie'd deliver. She always does."

"I'll say," Bear Jotis grunted, massaging his own massive crotch. "I still get hard every time I think of that gang bang we had with her. When can we do that again?"

"Any time. Susie's willing. Right now, though, we got other meat to attend to."

"Good thing we hid our bikes around back. She probably thinks the place's empty. Shhhh, now. She's nearly at the door."

Cautiously, Betty Wingate pushed open the door to the dilapidated building. She tiptoed inside, squinting to see in the half darkness. "Ben?" she whispered hoarsely. "Are you here?" That was silly, she thought to herself. How could he be here. His car had not been outside. Of course, he could have parked it a block or so away, not wanting anyone to see both their cars and suspect what might be going on in the empty building.

She picked her way along over the beer can littered floor. What she had heard about this being a hang out for teenagers must be true. What a strange place for Ben to pick for them to meet. Still, she decided with a shrug, he must know what he was doing.

There was a sound from behind a bale of rags in the far corner. "Is that you, Ben?" she whispered loudly. "Don't jump out and scare me, Ben. I don't like surprises." She moved forward, toward where the noise had been.

"Nice you could make it, Miss Wingate," said a gruff voice behind her.

Betty whirled around, her heart pounding. There stood Dale Paulson and a hugely muscled young black man dressed in motorcycle leathers. Both of them were leering at her.

"Dale, I… what are you doing here?" She fought to control herself, trying to hold her panic at bay.

The dark boy chuckled and pushed his greasy hair away from his forehead. "We've been waiting for you, Betty, all four of us, ain't we, Bear?"

The negro nodded, his big hand going instinctively to his tightly packed crotch.

"Four of you? I don't understand, I… "

"He means us," came a new voice.

Looking behind her, Betty saw two more boys, a redhead and a greasy looking blond.

"I… I don't understand," Betty mumbled, her voice weak with fear.

"Don't you really, Miss Wingate?" Dale said, grinning cruelly as he advanced toward her. "You said that before. You're smart, so damn smart the way you come on in the classroom. I can't believe you don't know what we're after."

"You can't! No!"

Dale threw back his head and guffawed with laughter. "What the fuck you take us for, Lady? Of course we can. We can do anything we fuckin' please. Can't we, Guys?"

The other three grunted assent. All of them were approaching her now, and Betty could feel the hotness of their presence. Her nostrils were filled with the dark smell of young males in heat. She was terrified. An icy chill ran down her back, and she glanced from one of them to another fearfully. "You'll be caught," she whispered, her tone quivering.