Tim McGee - The Lusty Teacher

"Fuck me quick. Okay, Bobby?"

"Yeah, wow – "

"It's going to be good when you stick it in me, isn't it, Bobby?"

"Ohhh… wow, oh wow. You'll really let me."

"Just stick it in me, quick! Hurry, Bobby!"

Bobby was frantic, fumbling, trying to fit his penis into her pussy. His jeans were half off and he could not squat low enough to penetrate up into her pussy hole. He kept missing the target. She was making animal sounds deep in her throat. He flicked out toward her pussy again. Then they were both grabbing at her cunt hole to pry it open.

"No, here, let me do it. You're too slow."

"But I can do it. I want to put it in… the man is supposed to – "

The mere touch of her pubic hairs over his dickhead burned his crown and pleasure oozed through him. It was too late to stick it in her. The most he could hope for now was to rub it in her naked slit.

"Quick, put it in your pants now. We have to get out of here before someone sees us. And you must promise not to tell any of your friends about this. If you do, I won't suck you again. And you liked it, didn't you?"

"I don't think I can walk… "

Bobby left the classroom and Miss Harris took a minute to straighten her clothes. What a mess she was with all that cum on her chin! Some was still caked in her hair. "Good heavens, Linda Harris! What kind of a harlot have you turned into? What must poor Bobby think of you?" Well… some – body had to suck his cherry.

She gathered up her papers, picked up her handbag and started for the door. She saw the janitor leaning on his broom in the corridor just outside her door. Just what she needed! A dirty old man who was also a Peeping Tom.

"Well, well, you holding class kinda late, ain't you, Miss Harris?"

She closed the door and stepped out into the corridor. She would do her best to ignore him. Jeremy was pushing sixty – eight and still could not be trusted. She could feel his eyes undressing her. He wanted to ball her but he was no real threat. Then she realized that they were probably all alone in the building at this hour.

"What's your hurry? He blocked the corridor, still leaning on the broom. "Don't you want to chat a while?"

"Look, Jeremy, we've gone through this before and I hate to hurt your feelings – "

He put the broom handle between his legs and started playing with himself. "What is it, Miss Harris? I'm not young enough for you? Just happened to see little Bobby Wills leave yonder. You sure kept him late today – his folks is gonna be a heap worried 'bout 'im."

"Look you! I don't like your filthy insinuations. Bobby is flunking his class."

"Bullshit. How do you flunk art? And don't get so riled up. I was gonna keep your secret."

"What secret?"

"C'mon, Bobby Wills ain't the only kid. I jus' wonder what the principal would think 'bout you sucking off them boys."

"Why you leacherous old peeping goat!"

She moved to pass him and he caught her arm. He snatched her close to him.

"I've been watching you, how you been teasing these youngsters, makin' their cocks all hard. How you show off those watermelon – sized tits, wiggle that sexy ass around. What you need is some of this peter I got. I'll give you what you're lookin' for." All the while he spoke he rubbed her hand over his nasty dick.

"Let go of my hand, creep. You're too old to do anything for me. All an old man can do for me is to show me which way a young man went!"

"Yeah, well, I can suck those hot tits of yours." He tried to feel one and missed.

"I'm warning you, Jeremy. If you don't let go of my hand – "

"Whatcha wanna go down on that young meat for? Them boys is jus' babies. I'll give you a big, hard, juicy prick to suck on. Howdaya' like that, huh, teach?"

"Who needs it?"

Old man Jeremy dropped the broom. The sound of it hitting the floor startled Linda. Then she saw him pull out his penis. It was red and funny – looking, about as thick and round as a pickle. Might not be bad action. He skinned it back and pointed it at her. For an 'old. man he had a pretty good – sized erection. Shit, who said old men could not get it up?

"You know you want some of this here cock. I know how hot your cunt stays. All you radical young teachers are the same – the new breed. Well, I got something that will make you smart enough to teach."

He hunched his peter out at her. She stared down at it longer than need be, but she was momentarily hypnotized by the serpent slithering out of his fly.

"You take a good look," she said as she shifted her papers to one arm and pulled up her skirt, "and eat your heart out, because I wouldn't fuck you if you were the last cock on earth. I wouldn't let you sniff my pussy. And it's good too. Young – hot – stinky pussy in its prime of goodness." She gave him a bump and grind before she let the skirt drop.

But in that flash he caught a glimpse of her long legs and pouting pussy in white panties.

Old man Jeremy was left standing there with his mouth hanging open and his penis harder than a steel shaft. Linda turned and strutted down the corridor.

"I'll get you, bitch," he called after her. "One night I'm gonna pay you a visit and collect some dues."

She crossed the school yard and noticed that there were two students on the tennis courts. As she drew nearer she saw Bill Fitz hitting the ball with Curry Grey. Her heart fluttered at the sight of Bill Fitz. "Come on," she said to herself, "get yourself together. What's with you today? You know what's with you. You're horny. But Billy Fits is just a kid. So were the rest of the boys that you went down on. Why have a conscience about Billy Fitz?"

They were just finishing up the practice session. Linda slowed her pace to time it so they would meet at the gate.

"Hello, Billy," she spoke, "and hi there, Curry! You feflas were really hitting that ball around."

"Gotta work hard to stay on the team. And the only way to be a winner is to play guys like Billy here." Curry was out of breath and pooped.

Billy looked like a winner all the way. He was tail and lanky, wiry, but quick as a cat on the court. He was headed for a professional tennis career after college. He was a superior player who was easily winning national junior tournaments.

"Don't listen to him, Miss Harris," Bill laughed.

"He's as good as I am, but he just won't practice. You gotta practice if you want to be the best at something."

She wondered how he felt about sex.

They chatted for a few minutes and then Curry had to split. He offered to give Bill a ride to the other side of campus where his bike was parked. But instead Linda said that she was going that way anyhow, and would be happy to give him a ride. Bill accepted the ride with Linda.

They climbed into her Lancia convertible. It would be a short ride but Linda would make the most of it, although Billy was not the best talker. At every opportunity she glanced down at his shorts. He was sweaty and his raw masculine scent aroused her sexually.

"Have you made up your mind about what college you're going to, Billy?"

She wanted to eat Billy up. All that young, tender meat. But he was not a virgin stud. Who would have thought it, but the guy had a dynamite reputation with the girls.

"I won't be going anywhere if I don't get my grades straight. And I don't know if I want to goto college or not."

"Because of tennis, you mean?"

"That, and Dad wants me to come into the business with him. I haven't got it together yet, that's all."

"What is happening with your grades?"

"I'm just not here, you know? I don't give a shit about history. It's all a bunch of lies anyway."

"All depends on how you look at it, Billy. I know you'll make the right decision."

She stopped in the parking lot beside Billy's motorcycle.