David Crane: Scandal school

Walking with purposeful strides and a determined, dignified bearing that belied the squishing of her crotch, she walked to the gym and went in. The big room was empty. It looked as forlorn as a desert. She sniffed and smelled the sweat of a thousand healthy young male bodies, and her pussy almost creamed an the spot. She had to struggle to cast off the image of hundreds of naked young men cavorting in that room, soaping their hard young bodies in the showers. It made her dizzy.

She set her jaw in determination and went down the corridor to Red Miller's office.

"Ugh!" Red grunted as his cock came up like a crowbar, levering the weight from the floor. "Ahhh," he sighed as it lowered.

Amanda rapped softly on the door.

Red, straining as his dick hefted the weight, did not hear her knock. But he grunted loudly with effort and, hearing his grunt, Amanda mistook it for a rough, gruff acknowledgement.

She opened the door.

She gasped. She had caught Red Miller in a bizarre situation, but that was not why she gasped.

She gasped because she hid just gotten her first look at Red's venerable, formidable pecker.

My God! thought the young, school teacher. That's not a cock… it's a chimney!

She half-expected to see smoke pouring from the top… black smoke shot through with fiery flashes of red and orange as it poured from the blast furnace of his balls.

"Er… excuse me, Coach…" she said timidly.

She had come here with the firm intention of giving Miller hell for teaching that anti-jack-off crap to his students. But now, confronted by his tremendously pre-potent pecker, she felt subdued and shy. Her anger laded away. She stood in awe of his cock.

Her cunt flooded.

Red turned a piggish eye towards her. Although caught in unusual circumstances, Red was not taken aback. He was not jerking off, he was merely doing some normal body building, and he knew that only a prude would disapprove. He jolted his dick and the weight came up, swinging. His cock bent slightly under the strain, and the knob flexed and flared.

"Come on in," he grunted. "Just working out between classes, as you can see. I hope you don't mind."

Amanda went in and pushed the door firmly shut in her wake.

"Certainly not," she said. "I have always believed that the human body is a masterpiece and have never held with those who are abashed by nudity. In fact, I am an exponent of sex education on all levels, and…

"Horse shit!" Red snapped. Sex education sapped the strength, he figured. He knew it was a Communist plot to defile the youth of America, to wash away patriotism on a sea of semen.

Miss Bridewell had moved closer and was gaping in open awe at his flexed dick. "I hope you don't shower with the bays," she said. "I'm sure they would all suffer terrible feelings of inferiority if they ever saw your cock, Coach."

"Damn right, little bastards," he said. "All they think about is pulling their pork. They get a look at this whopper, it would give 'em something to think about."

"Er… that's why I came here, Coach. Skip Cartwright tells me you have warned against masturbation."

"Yeah." His dick rose and dipped. "Saps the vitality."

"Surely you can't believe that?"

"Yep," he said simply.

"Well, I don't. In fact, I've given Skip a couple of jerk-offs as homework."

"Aw, shit… he's my fullback! What you trying to do, Miss Bridewell? How can he hit the line when his knees are all watery from whacking off?"

"Well…" Her outrage had ebbed. She said, "Don't you ever jerk off, Coach?" She smiled. "I imagine, with a dick like yours, it would be rather like wrestling an anaconda."

"Naw, I never pull the pudding," be said. "It's bad for you. Not only vitality, either. Patriotism, too. You jerk all the red-blooded American patriotism right out with the cum."

Amanda, who would much rather come than wave the flag, figured he might have something there. He had, if nothing else, one hell of a pecker.

She said, "Well… maybe… sounding dubious." Then she said, "I can see that you avoid jacking off by exercising. I wonder… is there any sort of exercise a girl can do to keep her pussy satisfied without rubbing herself off?"

Red was pleased to have her seek his advice, but he was doubtful.

He said, "Well… you can't very well lift weights with your pussy, I guess. Maybe some dynamic tension… isometrics…"

"Some long, hard, barbell-type thing that I could put right up my cunt so that the insides would be exercised…" Miss Bridewell was saying.

"Calisthenics… something that my cunt could really cling to and work on and wring out…"

"Jumping rope… jogging… like your cock, say?"

"Oh," said Red Miller. His cock heaved the weight up so hard that it banged him in the knee. Miss Bridewell advanced on Red Miller, smiling hungrily. Red had been breathing heavily with the exertion of exercise. Now he began to pant. His broad chest heaved, and his pecker flared mightily. All the tendons and sinews in his athletic body seemed to be dragging towards his crotch, as if that were the focal point of his life forces. His prick was angled upwards, supporting the hanging weight. The weight swung like a pendulum before his shins, as if registering the heartbeats of passion as they speeded up. His balls were like fat cogwheels, and his cock throbbed as regular as clockwork.

Amada advanced slowly, and his eyes timed her approach while his pecker quivered like the hand of a watch, eager to sweep on through the minutes and hours of passion.

"My cock, you say," Miller rasped. His dick flared, alerted at hearing it mentioned.

"Quite so," said the oversexed schoolmarm. "Like a… horizontal bar, say?" She nodded happily. She was standing quite close to him now. Although his piece of fleshy athletic equipment was all set to go, it was in Amanda's nature that she tease him a bit.

Amanda had been a cockteaser in her childhood, and after she became a cocksucker, instead, she did not lose the taste for teasing and enjoyed making her partners wait for it… for, two or, three minutes, at least.

She stood with her legs apart and very slowly lifted the hem of her dress above the waist, her supple hips squirming as the dress passed over them.

Red Miller, seeing that she wore no panties, figured that she liked to exercise in the nude.

They had a great deal in common, he thought.

He gazed appreciatively at her dark, curly-haired cunt. He could just see the top of her pink, juicy slit where the gash began to divide the bush. Like a dog on a choke chain, his prick gave a great lurch, strangling its neck on the leather loop. She turned a graceful, full circle, letting him admire the firm buns of her ass, then came around and moved closer.

Amanda dropped her dress. Then Amanda dropped so her knees.

Reaching out, she dexterously unfastened the leather collar and freed his cock from the weight. His cock, unburdened, swung right up and slapped against his belly. The bloated tip was higher than his belly button, towering almost to his lower ribs.

"Oh my!" she said. "Your cock must have had a tremendous workout! It's heaving with exertion and sweating madly…" She took the massive slab in both hands. It was so big that she held it like a baseball bat.

"After a workout, there's nothing like a good rub down," she said as her hands started to move up and down. Amanda had often wished that she had taken employment in a massage parlor, instead of as a teacher.

But Red looked concerned. He said, "Don't you dare to jerk me off! It's okay to give it a bit of a massage, that's good for it, but don't try to sap my vitality."

Amanda smiled dreamily. That was all right with her, for she had no intention of wasting his stored up spunk on her hands.

She was amused to see that Miller was quite serious in his aversion to masturbation, even when other hands did the manipulating. She wondered if his strict code of vitality preservation extended to blow jobs?