Tim McGee - The Lusty Teacher

The next morning Linda was up early, strolling around the grounds of the estate. What a beautiful place Mr. Fitz owned, like something out of House and Garden. Gawd, some folks really knew how to live well, she thought. Her morning walk ended at the tennis courts where Billy and Saber were hitting the ball.

She didn't know that much about the world of tennis, but enough to know that Teddy Saber used to be one of the very best players. If he was going to personally teach Billy, she was sure Billy would be a champion.

When Billy saw her he stopped the practice and walked over to her. They chatted for a moment. He asked if she were enjoying herself, and she told him yes. While they were chatting Mr. Fitz came on court and spoke with Saber. Then he came over to Linda and Bill. Mr. Fitz did not like the idea of Billy standing around when he should be making use of the time with Saber. He politely offered to show Linda around. It was an excuse to get her away from the courts. Quite graciously she accepted his invitation and they strolled away from the courts. Billy grumpily went back to hitting the ball.

Mr. Fitz suggested that they have a ride on the beach. Linda thought that would be a swell idea. They went to the stable and Mr. Fitz saddled two horses. He had thought about Linda all night. She wasn't a bad – looking bitch and easy on the eyes. But there was something cold deep inside here. This woman had turned off to men and he wondered why. She thought a lot of herself, and women that vain were just so much bullshit to Fitz. He enjoyed a woman who was uninhibited and damn near animalistic in bed.

He had often thought about the sex rebellion currently sweeping the country, the streaking, and the turn – on, drop out society. Women were rebelling and using drugs, and all that other crap. But he had to admit he sometimes wished things were as they were before the Pill came into existence. Somehow sex was not the same for him. Before a man had to be smooth and suave to get a woman in bed. A man felt as though the woman was giving him top grade – A pussy because there was so much risk involved without the Pill. Women today were so desperate to express themselves, and to fuck, they practically showed a man everything. Pussy was not a big commodity any more. The new breed of females were wild and too aggressive, which drove the average man back in the corner. He didn't like seeing women in pants, strolling by themselves with no men around, with their faces looking as though they forgot how to enjoy life. Everything was too serious today, he thought.

But Linda didn't look bad in britches. His son had excellent taste; a chip off the old block. Linda was even sexier than his mistress, Adell, although hardly as experienced as Adell.

"Did you rest well last night?" he asked, walking the horses out of the stable.

"Yes. I love it here. We're not too far from Carmel are we?"

"About three miles. Yeah, I love it here myself."

He helped her up into the saddle and saw how sexy she looked in her white jeans. Her sweet ass was swept low and cupped sharply where her cheeks rounded off; the tightness of the jeans cut into her crack, and held her buttocks firm.

For a long while they rode along the beach and enjoyed the picturesque scenery. Linda felt good. The Carmel seacoast was one of the most beautiful in the world.

"How long have you been my son's teacher?"

"Only for this semester."

"I see. Do you enjoy teaching, Linda?"

"I guess I enjoy my work. I wanted to be a writer at one time, but didn't have the one novel in me, so I stayed with the teaching."

"You're not married?"

"No, I'm free."

Fitz was getting a hard – on seeing how sexy Linda was, astride the horse. It blew his mind to see girls ride horses, how their tits flopped and bounced around, joggling up and down on the saddle, their fat little asses squeezed up against the cantle.

It became more difficult for Fitz to keep his eyes off her. He kept thinking about how her tits were sticking out; how wide her hips were. Evidently she did not mind him looking at her titties, as she continued to let them bounce. She sort of slumped back into the saddle with knees pressed close as it she was protecting her prissy pussy.

The beautiful, sunshiny day made Linda's body feel alive. She had worn silk panties this morning and when she saw how tall and rugged Mr. Fitz appeared with that big bulge at his fly, it bothered her. She could plainly see his prick and she began to get hot flashes. It also excited her pussy sitting astride this horse. It was beginning to be a little embarrassing.

She rode along and began to think of sucking cocks. She did not mind admitting that dicks had always fascinated her. Men were often sexually aroused watching a woman strut, sit, or stand in provocative positions. It was the same with her, only she dug men's and women's bodies. She just did not feel complete unless she sucked a guy off after he had fucked her. That was the least she could do to show her appreciation; she did not see why the hell not.

Riding horses had been one of her greatest passions when she was a little girl. She had always loved animals of all kinds and kept a lot of pets, but she enjoyed riding horses the most, and often got a charge when she did. This morning she had noticed what a magnificent horse her mount was. She had watched spellbound when the horse was led around to the paddock, unable to take her eyes off the prick. She had stared at how large the horse's cock was in comparison to the size of a man. The moment she sat astride his back and opened her legs, it was as if the horse knew what a good cunt was on his back.

Riding Western saddle made the fit a snug one against her clit, kept it brushing against the horn. The sensation of having her legs open and over the horse's body, and joggling up and down was too exciting. It gave her a weird feeling of satisfaction that she could make a splendid animal like this, horny for her.

"There is a beautiful view over there by that grove of cypress trees. Let's take a rest," Fitz said, being the charming escort.

She turned her horse and trotted back to him, her breasts bouncing like basketballs gone wild. She climbed down and adjusted the saddle. Fitz pulled up and climbed down beside her. Suddenly she was very nervous. Fitz must be thinking all sorts of bizarre thoughts about her. Her eyes darted down between his legs and the old man was built like a bowlegged mule. Maybe he thought she would be an easy mark and would make his pitch soon.

While she faced the horse, Fitz stood behind her, close enough to brush her buttocks. He tied the horses and they walked to the top of the hill. The green water of the Pacific stretched below like an endless blanket.

"I wish I could express how good I feel seeing all this splendor," she sighed. "Oh, don't you just love it when the ocean is so lovely and summer is almost here. California has to be the most beautiful place there is."

"No place like it in the whole world," he answered, and took a glance down at her privates. "I'm glad we have a chance to chat. You must be wondering why I asked you up here for the weekend."

"I thought perhaps Billy's grades – "

"More than that. Billy's whole career depends on you, Miss Harris. He's a mixed – up kid. I have had trouble raising him since his mom ran away with another man when he was six years old. The boy is all I have, and he kept me from falling apart after my wife… Billy lost his first tennis match Friday. I happen to know where he was the night before. I also know you got the kid pussywhipped.

I know everything that goes on in town. I could have you exposed for what you are. I do believe there is a proper name for that kind of thing. But I'm too old and too wise to get uptight. I'm grateful that you gave him his first piece; he had to get it from somewhere. Better you than one of those dingy school girls with the giggles. I want to see that the kid gets through this trying period without getting hurt. He's got a great career ahead."