He continued jacking off and complimented himself.
"Don't you think I've got a big cock?" he smiled excitedly. "Just look at it. It's big and hard and long."
She couldn't help admiring his rhythm. He was pulling at an even, regular tempo and massaging his twitching balls as he came closer, ever closer to orgasm.
"Ohhh, Teach," the young stud exclaimed, "I'm cumming. Watch it."
At that instant his cock exploded. Hot spurts of sperm landed on the floor as he kept jacking off.
Hastily Linda Livingstone ran to the teacher's closet in the corner. Opening it up quickly she reached in to pull out a box of tissue. Pulling out some tissues she hurried over to the floor where his sperm had landed in hot, white spots. Hastily she wiped it up.
"Now get out of here," she pleaded. "You can't do this to me. You are destroying everything I've tried to build up. Get out of here, Ken, get out!"
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Ken felt a special sense of pride in what he had accomplished. After all, he reasoned, he had used a lot of strategy to get Linda Livingstone to watch him jacking off. Recognizing the fact that he could have gotten into a lot of trouble himself if the principal stepped in, he knew the excuse that he would instantly make. Now that he had something on her he reasoned it might not be a bad idea to see if he could have sex with her.
A couple of weeks later after school he stayed and spoke with her.
"What is it you want?" Linda demanded disgustedly. "I should think you have bothered me enough."
Shaking his head he smiled at her.
"I'm sorry," he told her, "but you still could give me a very good time."
"If you try anything in here again," she warned him, "I'm gonna make trouble for you and plenty of it."
Paying little attention to what she was saying, he simply asked for her phone number.
"I'd like to get together with you tonight," he told her, "and we could have a real good time."
It got her disgusted that he was so bold as to ask for her phone number.
"Why should I give it to you?" she demanded, glaring at him.
"Because," he said in a soft, quiet voice, "it might be good for your teaching career."
He laughed as he spoke. She got the point.
"Just because I watched you," she told him angrily, "doesn't mean you can involve me."
Figuring that he would give her a tough time, he walked away.
"You were right," he said. "The last time I tried to make it with you, you suggested that I really should contact a counselor about my problem. Maybe I should go downstairs and tell the male counselor that you put the make on me. How does that grab you?"
Shuddering, she walked over to him.
"You wouldn't do anything that desperate, would you?" she demanded.
Nodding, he told her he would.
"All right," Linda shook her head, "I'll talk to you. I'll talk to you about tonight. This is the wrong place."
Figuring that he might as well be agreeable now as he could get what he wanted later, Ken nodded and smiled at her.
"Thank you," he told her.
She gave him her phone number and that night he called her up.
"I've been thinking it over," Linda Livingstone said quickly, "and I can always claim that you tried to rape me. How does that grab you, tiger?"
It surprised him to see what imagination she had.
"You make me laugh," he quipped. "You wouldn't dare. By the time they tried to figure out who was lying, you'd be out hunting for a job."
Linda knew what he said was true.
"All right, damn it," she told him. "I guess you can come to my place – but you'd better never tell anybody."
Finally she gave Ken her address. It didn't take him long to get in his car and drive over to her place. As he went up to her apartment, he could imagine all of the exciting things he would do to her.
When he tapped on the door and Linda appeared, she was wearing a very conservative dress. It was obvious that she intended to make him beg for it.
"Come in," she said reluctantly.
He hadn't been in more than a couple of moments before she began reading him the riot act.
"I'm not afraid of you," she told him. "I'm not afraid of you at all. You're just a horny young kid. But mark my words, if you cause trouble for me I can cause trouble for you. Now if you want me to sit here and watch you jack off, all right. But I'm not gonna do anything with you. Have you got that straight?"
It was becoming obvious to Ken that he had to start thinking fast.
"All right," he told her, "I'm gonna ask you for what I want and you're gonna cooperate."
Finally he got his point across to her.
"Take off your clothes," he insisted.
Linda Livingstone was so angry now that she couldn't look at him.
"I said, take off your clothes," the young boy repeated.
The school teacher stood there transfixed for a tense moment.
"I guess you don't hear very well," Ken said as he headed for the door.
The menacing tone in his voice indicated to her that he planned on making trouble for her if he could.
"Be reasonable," Linda begged.
Ken went over to her and smiled sadistically.
"How about just letting me massage you?" he asked her.
Sighing heavily, Linda shook her head.
"I… I don't want you to touch me," she said.
"That's too bad," Ken replied disgustedly, "because I want to fuck you. I hope you don't mind."
At this point she got the message as the young teenage student started stripping.
"Don't take off your clothes in here," Linda objected.
"I want you to undress, too," he said with disgust.
Figuring that possibly might be the end of it if she did comply and let him see her naked body, Linda reluctantly agreed.
"All right, Ken, if it means so much to you I'll let you look at me. But that's all. Do you understand?"
He smiled as he removed his shirt and tossed it on a chair. Then he removed his pants and his shorts. When Linda saw his huge cock she gasped with fright and shock.
"I don't like you showing your big cock around here," she complained. "Look, I'm not a whore. Why don't you find a woman like that to take care of you?"
It was getting Ken excited just seeing how upset she became. Going over to her, he let his hand gently caress her bosoms. Even though he could only press against her flesh through the material, it excited him enormously.
"Please," he told her, "just take off your clothes."
Finally Linda removed her blouse for him. When he caught sight of her curvaceous bosoms nestled in a half-cup bra he became so aroused he could hardly stand it.
"You're beautiful," he whispered in awe.
His fingers unfastened her bra and then he looked at her naked breasts.
"Let's be honest," he told her. "I'm so excited now I really need you. If I could just suck on them."
Linda was being drawn deeper into the web of the young student's sexuality and she didn't know how to stop.
"Please, please, don't do anything more," Linda begged.
"You're just coming out of your shell," he told her. "Be courageous. You've been looking for someone to take care of you. Come on, take off your skirt."
For some strange reason Linda listened to him. She got to her feet and suddenly began removing her skirt. When he caught sight of her panties that did it. Tugging at the elastic waistband of her blue lacy panties, he let his hand slide inside. Ken loved the feel of the silky smooth fabric of her panties as he gently ran his finger tips over the sheer fabric. When he felt of her hot, naked buttocks flesh he became so aroused he knew that he had to have sex with her.
"Ohhh, beautiful," he whispered as he let his index finger slip into her vagina.
"You're sick," Linda said angrily. "You shouldn't be doing things like this."