Tim McGee - The Lusty Teacher

"We have to face it, we're living in turbulent times, and in the midst of these turbulent times sits the sexual rebellion…"

"Well," replied Alice, "I didn't get George through trickery. I think women today are doing themselves more harm than good."

"I think the birth – control pill and the current fashion trend has produced a great deal of promiscuity in our country," one of the men said.

"And a greater number of divorce cases," grumbled George Jones.

Alice added, "And it's too easy now for the faithful husband to be tempted into outside marital affairs. We women know what sexual dogs men can be." Alice passed the joint to her husband. He was nearly drunk and had all he could do to merely hold the joint.

Then Adell spoke up, "The way I see it – I'm a woman who digs men. I love looking beautiful and dressing for my man. Hell, if Poogie enjoys gawking at my figure – why not let him get his eyes full? As long as a man respects me as a lady, I don't care. Nor do I see any harm in it. Listen, we may not all like to admit it, but it is pretty hard on a female and males too. We all go to parties, group encounters and other social functions to meet people to go to bed with. Someone we think is our cup of tea, sexually, that is."

Fran liked Adell right away. The men sat spellbound looking up at Adell's luscious figure. She was wearing a flesh – colored fishnet bathing suit. Even the other women seated around the campfire sighed inside with admiration. They were all a little nervous with Add being there. Not only did this woman speak her mind, she had the sexy body to back up her philosophy.

Then Linda added, "I don't understand what all the fuss is about anyway. I mean, this big coverup of sex in this country. If you think about it, where did we all come from?" For just a moment her exquisite face reflected a look of sexual desire that Harry Miller found contagious.

"Where is it all leading to?" asked Miller, quite concerned over the submissive sexuality of the American female.

Mr. Fitz didn't give a shit. At the moment his penis was getting harder than a brick, digging on how sumptuous Alice Jones looked. Hell. He had to get some of that pussy before the weekend was over. He continued to watch her. She looked disgustedly at her husband and slowly walked up the slope toward the house. Alice Jones projected more uninhibited sex appeal than any other married woman he knew. He knew she slept around, but still her twat looked pretty good to him. Alice had that certain something that made men burst their nuts quick. Just to get inside her hole and explore her rich depth, to make her scream and groan with passion would be enough. He wanted to make her drop that cold pretentious role of being so damn aloft.

Linda continued to speak, "Wow, there's all sorts of things going on across our country, as well as on our college campuses. We are changing all the old laws about abortions and women's rights. We don't believe in suffering any longer while men run out and have all the fun. In fact at my finishing school there were clubs – "

"What sort of clubs?" Mr. Fitz asked, hearing what Linda had said, but with his eyes still on Alice just now going into the house.

Linda thought about her position as a teacher and, being in the presence of the school principal, even if he was smoking dope, she had to keep her front. "Oh never mind… but girls share these days."

"Oh, now just a second, young lady." Harry Miller was being sarcastic.

Fran interrupted Linda's reply. "Oh come on, this is the twentieth century and anything a person wants to do is his own thing, provided that the principles do not interfere with the privacy of others. Take your colleges for instance. There are a lot of girls fresh out of high school and they are really dumb about guys. With the studying and curfew hours, they're pretty well boxed in. Believe me, when these girls get worked up for a man, there is going to be something going down. And not only that, the war has killed so much of our male populace that there is a current male shortage."

Mr. Fitz could no longer keep his mind on what the conversation was about. What was Alice doing all alone in the house? He touched Billy on the shoulder indicating he should take over as host. Then he slipped away and went down the beach in the opposite direction from the house, so as not to arouse George Jones' suspicion. When he was far enough he doubled back up the slope to the house. He supposed that the guests would be on the beach for a while longer.

He found Alice in the drawing room in front of the piano.

"Hello there, what's the matter? Weren't you enjoying the conversation out there? Don't tell me you're bored already?"

Alice sat down on the piano bench.

"I've heard it all before. Why did you come inside? Did you find them all a bunch of phonies?"

"Please, Alice, you're speaking of my friends."

"Phonies."

"Are you?"

"Not to myself – not when it comes to something I want. I know who I am and what I desire from life." She looked at him with sexy eyes.

He felt that if he took the dare, he might get some of her pussy before the others came into the house. He moved toward her. She stood up and went to the French windows. She looked desirable in the bikini, with her tanned legs. He could tell by the way she was built that her husband was jamming her with a lot of cock. He knew the signs when a woman wasn't being laid properly. When there was a constant burn between her legs, they have a tendency to take on weight. They walked with tender, delicate thighs brushing blissfully together; the juices erupting and wetting their underwear. It would appear that their cunts were too hot to take a long stride. A cunt as hot as Alice's didn't need much dicking. He could simply stick his finger in her pussy and that would blow her mind right away.

But one thing was certain, George neglected Alice terribly. Alice seemed to be tuned into his thoughts. She was stoned just enough not to give a damn either. She had made her statement on the beach for any man to hear.

Fitz had confidence in himself. He had heard that Alice was freaky for sucking pricks. He went to the window and stood behind her. He was tall enough to see over her shoulders. He put his arm around her and Alice glanced back, startled and sympathetic.

"Don't, Fitz, your mistress is out there. She might come into the house any minute."

"Your husband is also out there. What about him?"

"You know George… and what he is. He doesn't do anything for me any more."

"You got me upset out there, seeing you in this handkerchief – " He looked down at how her wide hips and ass were snuggled into the bikini.

"Fitz, you'd get hot for any woman, honey."

"I got the hots for you right now."

"I wouldn't play in another woman's house. You haven't married Adell, but she's got her hooks into you. Some other time, sweetie."

He took a quick look around the room and then pulled out his penis from beneath his shorts. He peeled the foreskin back and it squeezed out and stretched to maximum length. He drew her back on his cock and rubbed it against her ass. She shivered and the drink dropped from her hand. She turned and put her arms around his neck, parting her legs and whimpering.

She looked down at his stiff cock trying to wedge up between her legs. "Oh shit, Fitz, let me put it in my mouth!"

"Not in here, baby. Let's move out into the garden," he said.

He pushed the doors open and dragged Alice out into the garden. Alice was so stoned she could barely walk, but he helped her. He felt over her tits and patted her ass all the way to the tall maze of hedges. When he was certain they could not be seen from the house he stopped.

She saw his wiggly cock hanging out of his shorts. It had grown really huge for her. It was nearly too much for her to even imagine – she breathed harder and mumbled, "Let me suck it, Fitz. Please baby, let me kiss it for you."