"Ha, ha, but there haven't been any men, young men that is, around here for you to worry about that."
"Yes, but now there's you."
"Oh, well, I can assure you, Miss Honeywell, that my intentions here are honorable, strictly educational that is to say. And besides that, I really don't have much interest in such young women. I like adults, mature women, women who know something about the world… like you. Miss Honeywell."
She cleared her throat, and her eyes fluttered embarassedly. "Yes, yes, I'm sure of that."
"How did you come to be a science teacher? I mean, do you really enjoy all that fooling around with frogs and chemicals and what have you? I never cared for it myself. Grammar struck me as a good deal less messy."
"Oh, I love science. It's both my vocation and my avocation. It's my only passion in life."
"Is that so?" I said, wondering whether I had finally found a Mountainview female who was not solely and overwhelmingly interested in fucking. "And what aspects in particular interest you, Miss Honeywell?"
"I enjoy botany and geology the most, it's so easy to make field studies in those two sciences. You just go outside. As a matter of fact, I'm planning a nature hike tomorrow morning. To collect specimens and so forth."
"Really? That sounds most interesting."
She pushed her glasses back on her nose and smiled nervously. "Perhaps, Mr. Eastman, you would like to join me tomorrow? You could see how lovely this area is. The woods are beautiful at this time of year."
"I don't doubt it… a nature hike, eh? It's very nice of you to invite me. I don't know anything about science, so I might be a burden to you."
"It would be…no burden," she said abruptly, and I could see she was secretly anxious to have me go along. My assumption that sex was not foremost in her mind might just have been a little hasty.
"I suppose you could teach me what I needed to know, about the flora and fauna, I mean."
"Of course. I am a teacher, after all."
"That's right," I laughed. "Aren't we all! Well, I'd be very happy to go on the hike with you."
"Fine. I shall pick you up at your house in the morning.",,
"Do you know where I'm staying."
"Yes." she said. "I know."
I wondered bow she knew, but I didn't ask. I finished my drink and then stood up.
"I better get home now and rest up if I intend to tramp around in the woods tomorrow."
Hoag came over just then. "Can I get you another drink, Eastman?" he asked.
"No, I think I should start home now. It was a lovely party. Thanks so much for your hospitality."
I said goodbye to everyone and went to the door. Hoag walked me over.
"Say good night to your wife for me, Mr. Hoag. I'm sorry she's not feeling well."
"I'm sure she'll be all right. She doesn't have a very strong constitution, I'm afraid."
Little did he know! I started down the steps, but Hoag called out to me, "We're happy to have you with us, Mr. Eastman. I'm sure it will all work out just fine, and you will become a shining credit to the school."
"Thank you," I called back, wondering to myself what he would be saying if he knew that I had already fucked his wife and his secretary.
Chapter Five
I walked down the path to my car, yawning and stretching my arms out at the stars. The mountain air was quite cold by now. I got into my car and drove down the dark road back to my new home. Just a short distance down from my driveway there was a lemon-yellow Volkswagen. I didn’t know what it was doing there, but I wasn't in the mood to worry about it. I went inside, stumbled into the kitchen and got a glass of cold water to take with two aspirin. Still in the kitchen, I started taking my clothes off, getting ready to flop down in bed as soon as I got there. Only my socks were still on when I pushed through the bedroom door. Somnolently dragging back the covers, I descended to the mattress, eyes closing. Silence. And then a warm, dainty hand touched me low on the chest. I shot up, stunned, and turned on the light on the nightstand. Beside me, in bed, was Miss Jobert, the French teacher. She was, as the saying goes, wearing nothing more than a smile. "What the hell’s going on?" I inquired testify, rather annoyed by this intrusion. “Consider me a welcome to Mountainview present," she answered, smiling radiantly. The blanket fell off of her and a pair of melon-shaped pink titties hung out into view. She took my hand and placed it firmly against them. "So, welcome to Mountainview," she said. "Miss Jobert, I wanted to get some sleep. I've had a long day-if you only knew-and I need rest." "Oh, do not be so unfriendly." "Why don't you go home to your own bed, like a nice, respectable mademoiselle." "But I am lonely." "Go home and watch television. I'm sure there's a late movie on you can watch." "But I am also horny." "So go home and finger your cunt!" "Oh, but why you don't do that to me yourself? Ooh la la, your body is so nice, nicer than I expected even. Your cock, it is a nice long one, too! How would you like me to give it some French loving? What you call in English the blowjob. Yes, wouldn't you like it?" She held her delicate hand over me and touched the head of my flaccid cock with the tips of her fingers. I heaved a sigh and settled back on my pillow, as she slowly leaned down till her lovely face touched my pubic hair. Her tongue crept out and licked at the curly bush. She closed her teeth on the hairs and tugged. Her fingers strayed over my prick and balls, tickling them, pinching them, making them both start to inflate with excitement. She finally took the cock into her mouth, and pulled and stretched it till, despite my exhaustion, I soon had a full-fledged erection going. She sucked and slurped, and I stroked her golden hair, staring at her small mouth stretched and packed full with the length of my glistening cock. I stared with mindless fascination, detached and sleepy, like in a dream as she applied all the tricks in the book, scratching and sucking and biting and swallowing it all down her deep, delightful French throat. Up, she would go, to the tip of the head, inhale, then again completely recover it with her drooling mouth. Her fingers played with my tightly packed testicles, and with the thick hairs that grew down to my asshole. She dug one long-nailed digit into my anus, pushed it in to the knuckle and jerked it in and out as she ate my rod. Neither of us said anything as several minutes passed. She just sucked me off, and I watched. I would have been content to leave it like that, but of course she wanted much more from me. She started moving the twin globes of her pert ass in my face. I grabbed the closest leg and reluctantly passed it across me, opening an unusually hairy black jungle that ran in one continuous thick clump from the tip of her cunt to all around her pink asshole and higher, right to the top of her butt. I slapped her left cheek, hard as I could. She squeaked and shook the injured ass at me. I slapped her there twice more, then pinched her with both hands and dropped the whole wet, thickly weeded mess right onto my outstretched tongue. I teased the moist cleft and its aching clit with a quick dabbing in-and-out motion, making her jerk spasmodically and suck in harder on my cock. I spit on the black vegetation and licked at it, making the hairs matted and stuck to the inner folds of her cunt.
God, she was hairy! I pulled straight the sticky curled strands around her asshole and stuck my tongue in there, smashing it against the pouty opening.
The pressure in my balls began to climb. It was getting near to climax time. I anxiously ran my hands up and down her naked hips, spreading her rear and pushing it tighter against my open mouth and flaring nostrils. I sucked in the sweet, heady odor of her Gallic honeypot, and licked off the white secretion that seeped out and clung to the trembling nether walls of that sexy twat. I wagged my tongue with increasing speed now, as I felt the peak coming, again and again making those long swabs at her hair-lined cunt lips and back and forth over a tinglingly erect, ruby red clitoris. Her mouth was fully covering my nearly ejaculating dick, her lips against the wet curls of my pubic hair. My hands kneaded and squeezed her round ass, parted and closed the cheeks against my nose, my nose stuck flat into her anus. Her orgasm transferred through to me, made me shiver excitedly. On and on it went. She rolled and twisted her lips around the axis of my bucking loins, and I bashed my long, greased tongue in and out of the girl's wide-open tunnel, across the soft landscape, up and down, pinching her warm, soft ass in my fists at the same time, jabbing my nails against her asshole. "Unnnggg! Ahhh!" I snorted, rising to my peak, breathless, exhausted, feeling something very close to pain from all of this incredible pleasure. I wasn't a teenager any more, and this much exertion was just a little beyond my ability. But she sucked, and I sucked, and waves of delicious pleasure surged through our sweating bodies. Miss Jobert groaned and squirmed and inhaled the first spurt of my come as I finally gave in to her attack and came. I shot far down her sucking throat, and her pussy bucked and jerked above my face. White secretion flowed into my mouth, and I drank it down. I dug my nails deep inside her ass and held her tight as she trembled in ecstasy. She finally uncovered my cock and then licked up all the residue come, up and down the shaft and over the balls and pubic hair wherever the seed had dribbled. When she was all done she rolled onto her side and smacked her lips, like she had just finished a delicious French gourmet meal. She sighed contentedly. I lay back quietly and watched her. She smiled at me and opened her ass wide, snuggling it closer against my face again, so that her asshole pressed against my left cheek. It was a little hard, I was so out of breath by then. "Oh, so nice," she sighed again. "Oh, you suck a cunt so nice, so beautiful…" I chuckled wearily and gave her a kiss on the ass. "Yes, and such a big cock for me to nibble on… oh yes, I am very lucky…" "Come on, get up here and kiss me," I said. I reached up and switched the light off. She climbed under the covers beside me. We kissed, and my hands lifted and caressed her taut, firm breasts, my thumbs pushing in on the distended pink nipples. She squeezed on my biceps, kissing and biting me on the neck as she did. "Are you planning to stay the night?" I asked her, wondering if I would ever get any sleep. She ran a hand down to my wilted cock and patted it tenderly. "Do you think we can get that working for me again, mon cher?" she asked me. "I believe it needs a long rest, to tell you the truth. It's been a little overworked lately." "Ah, then I suppose there is no reason for me to be staying all night and risking the scandal, eh” "Yeah, that's what I was thinking, baby." "But I shall not leave you for a while. Perhaps you get inspired by my presence and wish to make love a second time." She kissed me on the chest, then on the lips. Then she slipped her head under the covers and crawled down to kiss me on the balls. Then she slipped back up beside me and snuggled close, telling me to go to sleep. Believe me, I jumped at the chance. But I was not destined to sleep for very long. Sometimes, when I think back on my stay at Mountainview School for Girls, it seems like I never did sleep, like I did nothing but fuck and fuck. It was a madhouse, no doubt about that, filled with the horniest chicks in the world, and all of their desires suddenly centering around poor me. It may seem an envious position, to be the only man among an assortment of lovely chicks of all ages, but after awhile fucking starts to seem as bad as any other form of manual labor. Anyway, it seemed like I had only just fallen off to sleep when Iwas awakened by a strange feeling in my groin. It was like I was having a very vivid wet dream, but when my eyes drowsily opened halfway, I saw that this wet dream was quite, quite real. Pleasant vibes rolled up over me. Miss Jobert was there below me, straddling my waist, squatting over me like she was atop a horse. Dammit! Even my falling asleep didn’t discourage the horny bitch. And she must have worked pretty hard to get me so hard while I was passed out. She ground her ass around and around, nodding her head, moaning, stroking the front of her dripping cunt. I was really throbbing. And she was enjoying my tremendous erection, sticking it into her cunt, jumping up and down and moving around and around, so that it caressed her parted vagina in every possible itchy spot. She lifted up, parted her thighs even more, and finally let the dick sink all the way into the depths of her hot, wet pit. It slid in with a liquid squeak, the sound of which was magnified in that silent room. She started humping faster, lifting herself up and down on my erect penis, letting the full, now wide-awake organ go in and out at a faster and faster pace. "Gaaaaa!" she groaned, digging her nails into my thighs, shaking herself crazily. "Not so rough," I growled, surprising her. "Oh, you're awake," she moaned. She looked back at me, said nothing more, only continued to pump, up and down, higher and higher, like she was a cowgirl riding a bucking bronco. I gave in to the attack and put my hands behind my head, watching the show like a bystander. It went on for several minutes,, with me gradually getting wetter and more enthralled, and the French teacher becoming absolutely unhinged as she started to come, thrashing and moaning, clawing at my bare hips and thighs. "Do it, baby!" I whooped, no longer a bystander, much less detached as her tight, churning cunt had its way on me, brought the come in my balls to a boil. Any second now I was going to blast her insides with fresh, hot sperm. "Come, come!" Miss Jobert growled at me. "Ohhhh! Yes, I want it, I want it!" And then I gave it to her, and, to my great surprise, plenty of it. Sperm shot into her damp, tight quim and seemed to sail up through her system, into her stomach. I closed my eyes and writhed around under her, enjoying the heated ecstasy for what seemed like the hundredth time that day. Just then, someone yelled from outside the house somewhere: "Mr. Eastman! Mr. Eastman!" "Who the fuck is that?" I whispered harshly, pumping my last drop into the French teacher's cunt. It was a woman's voice, but beyond that I hadn't a clue to her identity, or her motivation for crawling around outside my window in the middle of the night. "Mr. Eastman! Where are you?" "Who could it be?" asked Miss Jobert. "I don't know!" "It's me," the voice said in answer, "Miss Honeywell. Are you awake?" "Oh, Christ, what is she doing here? It's… what fucking time is it, anyway?" I looked at my watch and saw that it was nearly six a.m. I suddenly remembered my date to go nature hiking with the science teacher. But I didn't think she would come around before the sun had even come up. A shadowy figure loomed up against my bedroom window. Miss Honeywell was apparently going to risk a breaking and entering charge in order to roust me out of bed. "Oh, what does she want?" Miss Jobert pouted^ still pumping away slowly on my prick. "She wants me, I guess. You better get off of me quick before she sees you. She's looking in the window… she'll see you in another second. Hurry." I pushed her off my lap and shoved her onto the floor on the far side of the bed, away from the window. "Go on, crawl out of here. Miss Honeywell is coming in now, she'll see you, baby." Miss Jobert did not like those instructions one bit, but Miss Honeywell already had the window half open, so she complied and scurried out of the room. "Miss Honeywell, what are you doing there?" I called out in a perplexed tone. She leaned through the open window. The woman was wearing a pith helmet. "Uh, what is it you want at this hour, dear?" "Don't you remember, we were supposed to go on a hike this morning?" she said. "Yes, yes, that's right…but shit, all nature must be asleep at this hour." "No, no, we must be going if we're going. We've plenty of distance to cover, Mr. Eastman." she said. She turned on a light near the window and started to climb inside. "Yes, this is certainly the best time, just around dawn, to observe nature in the raw." "I'm sure," I sighed, remembering tteen that I too was in the raw, and clutching at my still somewhat still member. "You don't mind if I come in through the window, do you,