Tim McGee - The Lusty Teacher

"I don't know why I'm so damn horny tonight." They rolled on the bed, a union of twisting fire, until Linda was on top. She felt Fran's buttocks and moved her hands up and down her hips. She came between her thighs and let her softness blend into Fran's. She could feel Fran squirming beneath her, trying to work her clitoris so it would meet her own. To torment her slit even more, she worked her thighs to press upon her pussy.

She was getting a kick out of seeing Fran this hot. Fran had this hangup about self – hatred, which made her overanxious to be accepted. It made her an easy lay to any man who showed any strength at all. In a funny way Fran wanted to be taken advantage of, so she pumped her center furiously into her crotch, all the while squeezing Linda's tender buttocks, and occasionally putting a finger into her crack.

The finger in Linda's ass brought back the memory of how she had blown her stack. She wanted to experience that sensation once more. She raised up off of Fran and shoved her finger into her pussy. Fran opened up and fastened her mouth to one of Linda's hanging, swinging titties.

Linda hovered over her, kissing all the way down to her flat stomach. She licked into her navel, then down to the crest of her pussy. Her tongue plowed through the entangled hairs until it flirted with the fire of the exposed clitoris. She slurped down the center of the valentine and poked her tongue in!

"Oh, oh, baby – take it from me!"

"It's sweet – it's really sweet." Linda buried her head there, and used her finger to pry the tight lips of her pussy farther open. A flash of pink and a small trickling of milky cum dripped down into the crevice of her buttocks. Her lips were thick and swollen from having to go all day with her thighs rubbing her cunt, stirring up those hot juices, and tormenting her feminine hunger. She ran her tongue down those swollen lips and watched Fran go crazy! She forced her pussy open even further, and the second layer of cunt folded out. Then it, too, received a stinging kiss.

While Linda kissed her, she ran her hands over the inner thighs, testing their softness, patting the soft cheeks of her buttocks.

"Oh, I like it. Kissing your pussy makes my pussy bubble too."

"You can have all of mine you want. Pretend that your tongue is a penis – hot to fuck me. But only I won't let you…"

Linda stuck her tongue in as far as it would go.

"It's so hot. You're juicy too, Fran. Were you horny today?"

"I'm horny every day. By the time I come home my drawers are soaking wet from creaming on myself."

"I'm going to bite your cit now."

"I won't be responsible for what happens."

Fran went wild and spun out of the hold, ending with her legs down over Linda's face, while she reared back on her arms. She could see Linda's tongue sticking out as she twisted her head and licked dead center at her pussy. It was good to her. She reached around Fran's ass and drew her pussy doser, using the finger again to spread the fat, puffy pussy apart!

Fran was stoned out of it now. She began to fuck up and down on Linda's pointed tongue, trying her damnest to get it all the way up her. But Linda kept teasing her, licking all around the outside, then sticking it back into the pussy slit.

"I want to see what you taste like. Cum in my mouth, Fran!"

"Reach under me and stick your finger in my asshole-quick!"

Linda began to lick in earnest now.

"I'm getting turned on rubbing my face in your pussy."

Fran smothered the pussy in her pretty, contorted face, streaked with ecstatic passion. The words set off a hundred charges in her mind, and Fran, in spite of herself reached an orgasm. The waterbed made big waves that rocked them, and Fran exploded into moans and sighs of complete satisfaction!

"More, baby, more!"

Bill Fitz was up early the next morning practicing his serve when he saw his father come out of the house and go into the garage. He backed the Mercedes out of the driveway and parked it in front of the house. Then he climbed out and went in the front door. That was odd. Maybe he had forgotten something. Bill put aside his racket and entered the house by the back door. He went through the kitchen toward the front hall. He had been wanting to talk to his dad about his after – graduation plans anyway. He had been contacted by a scout from the World Tennis League. But his dad was a tough cookie, stubborn and not at all sympathetic to the generation gap. But that was a problem that Bill would just have to knuckle down to.

Bill stopped in the dining room when he heard voices. From where he stood, he could see into the front hail where his dad was coming down the stairs. Right behind him was a honey – blonde in a white silk clingy dress. His dad had made a pickup last night.

The woman was obviously cheap trash, but very expensive for a whole night's work. Supersexy! She appeared to be the typical dumb blonde with a Coke – bottle shape, a tight, tight dress with tassels, and too much make – up. Her mouth was going a mile a minute as she popped her chewing gum. She pulled the gum from her mouth and caught it on her finger. She stuck it under the banister where his dad could not see. With his dad's money, he could have done a lot better in broads, he thought. But then, Marinda did not exactly have much to offer in the way of whores.

"Hey, sweetie, why are we tipping?" she whispered, carrying her shoes in one hand and her coat over her arm.

"I told you. So we won't wake the kid. Keep it down until we get outside."

She nearly toppled over when they reached the bottom of the stairs. "Oh geez, it's too early still. I jus' wanna sleep. Why didn't you tell me you got up with the birds?"

"Sh…" Mr. Fitz reached for his attachй case. "Can you walk all right?"

"You better help me – here, let me put my arm around your shoulders." She tickled his ribs, "You old big – cock devil, you! That thang ya' got could cripple fragile li'l me. Sure was good though… ya' bet ya' li'l ole Aunt Fanny."

Billy stood still until he heard his father's car drive away. Well… one thing was for damn certain, he was going to have to look elsewhere for advice, but then he was accustomed to being his own parent.

After first period Bill was standing in front of his locker when he saw Eloise Larson approaching. Eloise was everybody's girl. She was known around school as Little Miss Hot Lips. She had a natural thing for Bill because he would not play with her. She was not top stuff, and he, being the big jock, could afford to be selective. He saved his shit for the prissy bitches with money. But Eloisie knew it would only be a matter of time before they got together, only she planned to have him crawling on his knees in front of everybody when they did.

"Hi Billy!"

"Get lost, Eloise," he said without looking at her, knowing she would be wearing that same tight sweater that showed off her boobs, and the skirt that was so short that she was always missing school from having caught cold in her pussy.

"I just wanted to wish you good luck in your match tomorrow. I know you'll win because you're super."

"Thank you, Eloise. See you around, huh?"

"Hey, Billy. What are you doing tomorrow night? Wanna swing at my place? My folks are going fishing up in the mountains. The house will be free… "

"I don't think so. I'll probably be tired after the match. Thanks anyway."

"We could have quite an evening, and I can massage your tired muscles. I promise not to fuck you too hard. And you know I give good head."

"Hey look, I said no thanks!"

"Well, when are you gonna let me suck you? Promises, promises, that's all you give. You scared that I'll gnaw that mat off?"

Bill ignored her and walked away. Without realizing it he had meandered toward the art room. Inside he saw Miss Harris standing at her desk surrounded by a beehive of activity. She was passing out paints and drawing paper to the students, who were all eager to begin the period. Miss Harris glanced in his direction and smiled. She had sensed that he wanted to speak to her about something important. She scribbled a quick note, walked over and handed it to him without saying a word. Then she politely closed the classroom door.