I looked down at myself and saw the bulge of a hard-on coming along. Jane Darwin smiled when she saw it. This woman turned me on something fierce. I thought to myself, what a fantastic experi- ence it would be to stick my cock between those tough thighs and up that black cunt.
Mr. Hoag pulled me out of my reverie with a drink. I thanked him, sipping at it and listening politely as he told me some trivial facts about the school, its history, how he got involved with it and so forth. He would occasionally bring one of the women into the conversation and they would nod and agree and laugh at all of his jokes.
Finally, it came time for dinner and we all repaired to the dining room, all of us with several drinks under our collective belts.
Hoag sat at the head of the table, and I sat on his right with the dark Miss Darwin beside me. We all exchanged some more small talk, everything pleasant and innocu- ous as the first few courses were served.
And then something strange happened, while we were waiting for dessert to be served. I felt a sudden pressure on my right leg. I pulled away in a reflex action. The pressure returned, though, and crept around my thigh to my crotch. It was the hand of Miss Darwin. I quickly shot a glance at her. She looked at me and smiled innocently. Her hand under the table squeezed me once more. She was ostensibly listening to Miss Priml, seated across from her, who was discussing the merits of a new shipment of books she just received. Jane Darwin listened and nodded with interest, all the while pushing and poking about with my zipper.
I tried to retain my cool. It wasn't easy. I was supposed to be listening to Mr. Hoag telling me what it was like up there in those mountains when winter came.
"Very interesting," I mumbled to him, as I felt the zipper go all the way down and Miss Darwin's black hand slip quietly into my open fly.
He continued, "yes, it was some win- ter…"
His words were becoming a blur to me. I put my fist under my chin and tried not to show any of the excitement I was feeling. The statuesque gym teacher had her large fingers inside the legband of my briefs and was caressing my stiffening cock with two fingers. It grew more every second, jumping and twitching in her muscular grip. She twisted it out of my pants and it shot upright, the head practically scraping the bottom of the fucking table. The last thing I wanted was that. I came close enough to splinters earlier in the day, with Linda and that desk.
She had a full grip on it now and began a Piston motion that was utterly delightful. But Christ, what an embarrassing place to start doing it-in front, or practically in front of the headmaster and faculty of my staff. Literally right under their long noses.
Up and down, up and down she jerked me, faster and faster. I caught several sharp breaths and hoped that Hoag would not think I was having a cardiac arrest or something. It would be very difficult to explain any strange behavior my masturbating friend might cause me.
Sperm started to spill out and drip languidly over the black lady's fist. She reclutched lower down, pressing her knuckles into my balls. She was really moving, but so guardedly that to look at the expression on her face you wouldn't think she was doing anything more than listening politely and maybe digesting her food.
Hoag was still talking, but by now I was totally blanked out to him, and fantasizing about hitting the sack with the lady who was jerking me off. I saw myself sticking my mouth into her black and salmon colored gash and licking it absolutely dry, sticking my fingers into her huge round asshole, and feeding her my stiff prick for her to suck on.
The maid finally came out with the dessert tray and started serving us. I figured she was sure to interrupt the masturbatory gig, but no, the gym teacher didn't even let go when the maid stepped between us. If you can believe it, she just leaned closer and tugged even harder. I felt. my cock muscles contracting tensely. A ripple of sweet pleasure rolled up my gut. The black woman pulled my cock all the way up, so that the foreskin covered the head, and she held it there for the longest damn time. Then she pulled down and the first squirt flew out. I couldn't keep from sighing loudly. Miss Priml wrinkled her brow and looked down at her dress. I must have shot some come onto it, but she could never guess it was that.
Pretending to be coughing, I took several deep breaths and tried to regain my composure. Jane was tenderly caressing my shrinking prick. Finally, she tucked me away and zipped me back up, and incredibly no one was the wiser.
It was hard for me to eat the dessert, but I did. And then we all retired to the den for more talk and an after-dinner drink. Mrs. Hoag disappeared somewhere, but no one seemed to mind so I didn't ask about her. I excused myself a little later and went up to the bathroom on the second floor.
I shut the bathroom door and turned on the light. First, I splashed some water on my cock and washed off the sticky come. Then I sidestepped over to the toilet and took a long piss. As the last drops were dribbling out, the bathroom door opened and quickly closed with Mrs. Hoag now leaning breathlessly against it.
She stared at my exposed cock and licked her lips, like a little girl looking in at a candy store. I was too surprised to say anything at first-though by this time in my stay at Mountainview I should have been used to it.
"My God," she whispered hoarsely, "I've finally got you alone, all to myself…"
"Yes, you certainly do," I said, holding my pecker in my hand, not knowing what to do with it.
"I couldn't believe it, when he told me he had hired a man teacher. And then when I saw what you looked like! God! Do you realize, at dinner tonight, just staring at you, darling, I started to come…"
I wanted to tell her she wasn't the only one to come at the dinner table, but I resisted that impulse.
Instead, I said: "I'm glad to hear it? But, don't you think you ought to get out of here now? I mean, before that husband of yours, my boss, starts looking for you and finds you with me… and my cock."
"Oh shit, forget him. I told him I felt dizzy and was going upstairs to lie down. God, God, look at that fucking lovely cock of yours!"
Indeed^ with her staring at it like that, it was starting to grow in my hand. After all, it was a pretty sexy situation, standing in the John with my cock out, just a few feet from the open-mouthed, lovely young wife of my employer.
I couldn't keep from stroking my prick a few times and licking my lips.
"Uhh… what do you want from me, Mrs. Hoag? I mean, what in particular?"
She chuckled softly. "I want you to help me, Mr. Eastman. I want you to help me overcome the terrible feelings of frustration f've been feeling lately."
Everybody in the area was frustrated!
"H-how do you suppose I could do that, Mrs. Hoag?"
Her eyes stayed on my prick, but her hands dropped to the hem of her dress and she started to lift it, up above her knees, past her thighs, to her hips. She wasn't wearing any panties or hose, and her pussy gleamed nakedly below the raised skirt. With one hand she patted it and fluffed up the hairs provocatively. They were thick and long.
"Do you like it, Mr. Eastman?" she asked, in a soft sexy voice. "Do you like my little pussy? It's all yours if you do, take it!"
"But… this isn't the place, Mrs. Hoag. We're running quite a big risk right at the moment as it is."
"Please, please, we'll be quick. Take me. Fuck me, fuck me, as quickly as you want to, but please do it. I must have your cock inside me. I can't stand the pressure any more. I'll go crazy, really I will! Have pity on me, Mr. Eastman, and please fuck me! Fuck me!"
Well now, it was a risk, as I told her, but I couldn't be so unchivalrous as to turn down such a pathetic offer. And besides, that cunt of hers looked very tempting.
I advanced towards her. Her eyes went wide and she smiled. Her hand went out for my cock.
"God, it's so big," she mumbled.
Her fingers clutched at it ravenously, and she rubbed it against her nether curls. The swelling shaft wagged its moist head against her sleek, tangled brown thatch. I held her tightly at the waist and pulled her close against me. I kissed her hotly on the lips, and our tongues twirled together.