Tim McGee - The Lusty Teacher

"Oh, by the way, did you make up your mind about going to Fitz's for the weekend?" she asked. "I promised to give him our answer by tomorrow. I heard it was going to be quite nice. What shall I tell him?"

"Oh, I don't think so. Maybe you should go without me."

"That is definitely out, thank you. I'd rather stay home." She got up from the table and began clearing away the dishes.

"Gawdammit, Alice! Aren't you wearing your jeans a little too tight?"

"They are very comfortable' while doing housework. And since when did you start to notice? I didn't think you gave a damn."

"Comfort is one thing but I don't want you showing off your ass!"

"I hear it turns real men on." She was going to wash the dishes, but the hell with it. She would do them in the morning. What she needed was some grass or a drink. She left the kitchen and went out into the living room. George followed behind, bewildered.

"Hey, what's the matter, honey? Did I upset you?"

She flopped down on the couch. "When don't you upset me? I'm bored to tears, that's what!"

"Bored? Hell, you have everything. I don't understand it. Hell, a man works his nuts off trying to pamper a woman and all she does is complain about how little attention is paid to her soppy cunt – hole. How do you think I pay for this house? I'm getting pretty fed up with your whining like a damn child. You don't appreciate a damn thing I do."

"Ohhhh, fuck off. Who the hell do you think you are? I have my own money, you bum. All I have to do is ask Mother and she would give me enough to live very well, certainly better than in this dreary mausoleum."

"Oh, look, honey, let's talk this thing over, huh?"

He moved to touch her and she got up and turned on the television. "Here's your seven o'clock news report. You 'don't want to miss that, I know," she said sarcastically.

"Don't be that way, Alice. What's bugging you?" His heart rushed into his throat at the sight of her breasts quivering underneath her tee shirt. He had known what a nymphomaniac Alice was before he married her. She had always been in a state of unquenchable sexual hunger.

His penis was getting hard and he wanted to at least rub it against her body. He tried to embrace her. Alice stood perfectly still. He grabbed for her tits as he had been wanting to do all evening.

"Why don't we go up to bed early before the kids get home?"

"No, I don't think so… not tonight."

"What's so different about tonight?" He played between her legs and teased her clitoris. No reaction. She was cold as ice cubes.

"I'm not kidding." She pulled her pussy away from him. He snatched her closer and took a firm hold, grasping her tits and churning them around.

"Please don't," she said weakly, twisting away from him.

This time he tried to go down inside the front of her jeans. Alice bolted with trembling legs and squatted so he could not. They struggled and soon he had torn off her blouse. Her breasts were like hot, tasty peaches mixed with whipped cream. They rose up, impatient to be tongued. She put her arms around his neck and pulled his head down toward her tits. He began to chew her nipples, then lick under them, just where the softness swelled heaviest.

He licked faster as Alice panted heavily. She cried out so loudly that he thought she was going to disturb the neighbors. Her thighs gapped open when his lips reached her navel.

"I hate these damn pants! I don't see why women have to wear them," he grumbled as the tried to get them down. Once they were off he pulled her down to the floor. Her pussy was exposed to him now, pouting, parting, moist with her building passion. He wanted to kiss her cunt but he would save that for last.

He turned her over and kissed the bend of her knees. He licked all the way down to her trim ankles. He pulled one foot up to his mouth and lapped in between her toes. He wanted to make sure she was good and hot so he could drive a stiff cock into her.

From her toes he licked up along her legs until he reached the backs of her thighs. He saw her beautifully formed buttocks, shaking and distorting into mounds of hilly, feathery softness. He slowly extended his tongue downward to draw out all the fire stored in his wife's volcano. He began to chew her flesh and went lower into her valley.

Suddenly Alice revolted and tried to push him away. He was stronger and held her down. He went on kissing her, while forcing her legs to a spread – eagle position. He chewed on her clitoris and made it stand stiff as any cock. He was slowly hypnotizing himself, psyching himself up to give this beautiful witch the grandest time ever.

She angrily wrestled free and folded her arms defiantly. "Now.., what about Fitz's party?" she asked in a tone of finality. "Do you want to go or not?"

To Alice's surprise, the beach was empty the next morning. She got out of her car and looked around. Everyone must be inside the beach house.

She pulled her skirt on over her bikini and walked up to the house. Before she reached the front porch, a voice called to her. She saw the dark – eyed brunette standing behind the screen door.

"Well, good morning. Aren't you the lady who was here yesterday?"

"Yes, yes… I wanted to ask you if I could use the beach again. It's such a beautiful place and if you don't mind – "

"Of course not. You didn't have to ask. Hey, come on in and meet some of the gang. They're all a little stoned right now… we sure had a ball last night. Come on in.

"I don't know… I wanted to get some sun."

"Don't be silly." The brunette came out onto the porch and ushered Alice inside the house.

The house was more massive than she had thought. It had a high ceiling and at least seven bedrooms upstairs. The living room was monstrous and bare. A couple lay sprawled over a mattress on the floor. A stereo blasted from one corner. At the end of the hallway she could see more couples in the kitchen smoking pot. She did not see Mike. Then she heard his voice.

"Morning," he said, coming down the hail to greet her. There was a good – looking blond boy beside him.

"Oh… hi there! I didn't mean to bother anyone. I was just asking this young lady if I could use the beach again."

"Yeah, well meet the owner of the place. Rod Peters."

Rod was puffing away on a joint and went right past Alice. "Groovy, baby… make yourself at home."

Soon Alice was caught up in all that was happening around her. A young black girl named Dedee was kissing the handsome red – headed fellow. Alice watched through the fog of pot smoke as his mouth fastened over Dedee's, and their tongues did mysterious wonders while his huge hands searched and explored her body.

These young men's approach to sex was different than she had expected. Their method of getting a girl to screw was new to her. In fact, Mike had completely faked her out. She had not thought sex was on his mind from the way he had acted at first. Pretty soon, Mike and some other kids were trying to show her how to take a hit. But she kept coughing and nearly gagging, really wasting their good grass. Mike was very patient with her though. and finally taught her how to inhale without losing the pot. In no time at all, she was beginning to get stoned.

A weird psychedelic record was playing and soon Alice was glassily listening. Everything seemed different. She was dancing at eleven o'clock in the morning. Mike had taken her in his arms and began to dance dreamily, seeing it as an opportunity to feel her body. She let him rub his penis on her thighs. It was hard and long, and fitted perfectly against her cunt. She knew how badly he wanted to fuck her. It seemed as if he bad gone days without having any pussy, waiting for just the right woman. He kissed her, his penis throbbing as his finger slid under her briefs and into her tunnel. She did not mind, she was at last sharing something with someone.