Tim McGee - The Lusty Teacher

Alice was not proud of what she had become, but saw no other way to satisfy her sexual hunger. True, there had been a succession of youngsters. She had been so horny once that she started hanging out at roadside diners to pick up truck drivers. But then the regular whores called her bluff one day and that was the last time she went there.

She criticized the participants in the sexual revolution and women's – libbers for putting down men, although she felt they spoke the truth about equal pay for equal jobs: But men, as chauvinistic as they may be, were necessary to her sexual well being. If she was not laid more than three times a week – she spooked.

Alice went out into the living room. After taking one look at all the housework she had to do, she sat down and lit a cigarette. She let the beginning of the day sink slowly into her mind. Hmmm – she was horny today. When was the last time she had been fucked? Damn, she could not remember…

Linda was standing in front of her closet mirror when Fran entered the bedroom.

"Hey, toots, your dreamboat just arrived. I told him to make himself comfortable."

"Thanks, kid. How do I look?"

Fran gave her a whistle. Linda had on a transparent white lace shirt over a tight, short skirt. With her majestic chest jutting out, she made a sexy picture.

"A knockout! But hey, listen, Teach. I see what you mean about the kid being a dreamboat. Gawd, is he sexy. Robert Redford, eat your heart out. He looks like he's really got a big apple in his basket. I wouldn't mind taking a bite myself. How did you get him to come over?"

"I handed him a note that said I was free at eight o'clock. I haven't got my lie straight yet as to why I asked him over. I'll think of something, though. The important thing is that he's here!"

Fran took the liberty of' smoothing her hand over Linda's nicely rounded ass. "Yeah – where Daddy can't watch over him, huh? You could. get into trouble with the school board. The kid's old man is big shit around these parts."

"I don't care. Haven't you ever wanted something so badly you were willing to risk everything for it?"

"You don't have to explain to me, sweetheart. Teaching is for the birds anyway. They don't pay you enough money to deal with their little middle – class monsters. I started to be an airline stewardess when I got out of college. I wish I had now. At least there you have a crack at scoring a millionaire. In this town all you get are baldheaded history professors."

"It's never too late – there's still time to blow this place. Hey, I better get down there. Come on down and I'll introduce you to him."

When they came downstairs, Bill Fitz was looking over the record collection. There were a lot of the Beatles and Rolling Stones, and a few Bob Dylan. He would have never suspected Miss Harris was that far out.

"Hi. Billy. This is my roommate Miss Fran Carson. She teaches English."

"Yeah, I've seen her at school plenty of times." He was very nervous. He did not know what to do with his hands.

Linda and Fran ate him up with their eyes. They made small talk for awhile and then Fran excused herself, making it very plain that she would be out late tonight.

As soon as Fran left the house, there was tension in the air. Bill, being as young as he was, was not comfortable with a woman as voluptuous as Miss Harris. She on the other hand, could not decide how she wanted to play out the scene. What did she do, come on strong and snatch out his penis and tote him off to bed? She had to remember that he still saw her as a teacher, an authority figure. If she was too aggressive, he might withdraw.

He was so quiet that it made her nervous so she picked up a joint from the cigarette box on the coffee table. Then she realized what she had done. He saw her holding the joint.

"Well, no sense trying to hide it. We're going to be friends, aren't we, Billy?"

Billy felt better now and sat down. He looked at her for a long while, trying to decide what to make of her.

"I don't see no reason why we can't be. I mean, I think it's great that you took time to see me."

"If we're friends, I can light this joint. Will you have some?" She said it in such a way that if he refused he was not a man.

"Yeah, I get stoned all the time."

She lit the joint. She passed it to Billy and then gave him her side view. Billy nearly choked on the smoke, seeing the silhouette of her big, booming bust. Suddenly he began to weigh the possibilities…

She drew back the curtain and they could see the ocean and the sun going down. She returned to the couch and sat down beside him. Their thighs touched. Linda hoped that he would soon be too stoned to remember why he had come there. the couch and sat down beside him. Their thighs touched. Linda hoped that he would soon be too stoned to remember why he had come there.

After a couple of deep hits, Bill Fitz was not himself any longer. In essence he was a better lover than his dad. Miss Harris looked far more beautiful than that whore his dad had brought home last night. Boy… if the fellows could just see him now! And she sure was making him comfortable.

He liked the house because of its rustic, beach – cottage atmosphere. There were sea shells on table, and oddly structured driftwood lying about. An outdated stereo speaker sat in one corner with a host of everybody's favorite albums stacked on top of it. On the wall was a very good painting of a nude male. The artist had overemphasized the largeness of his penis. Perhaps the artist was a penis worshipper, or by emphasizing the male organ maybe she was saying to her sedate circle of divorcees that she was not a child any more; she dealt with the biological fact that males were different from females and she loved the difference.

The sun went down and the sky turned yellow, then slipped into nightfall. The shades were left open and the outdoors cast enough light into the semi – dark room to make it cozy.

But Bill still was not sure how real Miss Harris was. She had chatted about subjects near enough to sex to lead him into it. She was letting him know that she was a swinger. He had mentioned Bobby Wills in passing.

"Oh? What did Bobby tell you about me?" She laughed in a phony 'all – pro's'voice – not convincing at all. "I knew he couldn't keep quiet about it."

"No, really, Bobby didn't tell me anything."

"I bet he did so. Come on, tell me." She touched him as old friends do.

"Well – he said that – ah, er, you were a far – out lady." He dropped his head and folded his hands in his lap.

She wondered what he meant. "Far – out" could mean anything. The subject was dropped and now she really did not know how to play it. Had Bobby Wills told him that she went down on him in the supply closet?

Billy was hallucinating a little – it was damn good grass. She sat there on the edge of the couch puffing the joint. What great legs she had! They were very long, and very tan, and almost a crusty bronze in color. The skirt was high on her legs and exposed a lot of her "hamhock" thighs.

He was getting horny to fuck her. He didn't care if she was that much older than he was. He was a man and he had a dick and he could fuck good. He knew that because he had laid it to Suzan so good she could not go to school for two days. And everybody always talked about how big his cock was. He wondered if Miss Harris thought so. For what other reason would she have invited him to her house? He began to weigh the possibilities again.

This time his penis helped him. It throbbed and surged down his leg. The heat of it against his leg made him think how nice it would be to roll it on those big, pretty thighs of Miss Harris'.

He was getting hot flashes grooving on her legs. His overactive imagination was conjuring up all sorts of fantasies. He freaked off legs like hers: the thighs looked so tender, so round and fully packed. Her fleshy thighs indicated that her pussy was constantly smothered in them. He knew her drawers had to be wet.