th 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, Mr. Eastman? I mean, it wouldn't seem too unseemly to you, for me to make such an entrance?" "No, no, think nothing of it. Why should I mind you coming into my bedroom through the window at dawn?" "Good. I can make us some coffee while you get ready," she said, throwing first one leg through then the other. She was wearing a real Jungle Jane outfit of tight khaki pants, short bush jacket and the aforementioned pith helmet, and of course her tortoise-shell eyeglasses. Even under the bulk of that bush jacket her huge titties remained entirely noticeable and exciting, especially to me just then with my cock out and tingling-tired though it was. The bitch kind of got on my nerves, with her self-satisfied air, and that Girl Scout approach. No matter how exhausted I am, I seldom miss a chance to put that type in her place. And her place as I see it, is close to my cock, ready and willing to do what I say. I absently pushed the sheets down the rest of the way off me, to my feet. I stretched my nude body out until it finally caught her eye. She straightened out before the window, and I saw her lick her lips and stare hard at that moist hose hanging down between my legs. Just as shewas looking at it, I moved my hand up and scratched it, just below the head, pushing the shaft from side to side. She kept on looking, unable to avert her eyes. This excited me, and I started to stroke myself slowly, sensually, to be sure, just enough to bring some life to it. Her mouth dropped open and she started sliding across the floor, towards the door. "You going to make that coffee now. Miss Honeywell?" I asked her in a calm tone. "Y-yes," she said, not taking her eyes off of my cock. I squeezed it harder, and really started jerking up and down now, making it swell considerably. She suddenly stopped by the doorway and put both her hands on her hips. She pouted at me sternly. "Just… just what are you d-doing there. Mr. Eastman? I mean, for heaven's sake!" "What? What do you mean? Where?" "Th-there. With your… thing!" "You mean my cock?" "Y-yes." "Well, I was just… you know, jerking myself off, Miss Honeywell. I do that every morning. It kind of starts off my day for me, gets the adrenelin rolling, if you see what I mean. Some people get out and run a mile or do pushups. I just play with my cock, and it's more fun than those other things." Miss Honeywell was rattier put on by the spectacle of me masturbating,and probabiy not impressed by my explanation. "Well, really, Mr. Eastman, having studied the functions of the human body, I cannot see any physical reason why anyone should… uh, abuse himself in such a way, except, perhaps, simply for personal gratification…" "Yeah, that's why I do it. Personal gratifying," I proclaimed, beating away at my meat. "Of course, it's much more gratifying if it's done with a partner, a member of the opposite sex, such as yourself, dear." She stared hard at my growing prick, raising her eyebrows and swallowing loudly. "Am I… am I embarrassing you, Miss Honeywell?" "Em-embarrassing me? No, no, of course not, I'm a mature person, and as I said, I certainly know all of the functions of the human body, even the unnecessary ones." I laughed softly and wagged a finger at her. "Yes, I bet you know all about it. In fact, I have a hunch you do something similar yourself." "What?" "You heard me," I said. "I bet you do a little masturbating too, when the mood hits you, stick your fingers in your pussy and work up a lather." She coughed nervously and cleared her throat. "I… I can't believe you're speaking to me this way…I don't think this is a suitable topic at all…” "There's nothing to be embarrassed about, as you said. We can admit things like that" "But really, I mean to say…" I continued pumping my rod. Sperm was swelling out of it now. I was quite turned on, jerking off in front of this outwardly prim and proper young schoolmarm with the very big tits I very much wanted to fondle. I whispered sexily, "You can be frank with me, Miss Honeywell. I'm being frank with you. You can answer me yes or no whether you masturbate from time to time." She heaved a nervous sigh and nodded, head fluttering. "I… I suppose I might, occasionally. But only… only when I'm taking a bath." "Ah, that's interesting. Never in bed, eh?" "No." "Yes," I said, closing my eyes and smiling at a mental image, "I can see you now, scrubbing away, a bar of soap jammed up your pussy hole, making you come and making you clean at the same time." "Please, don't be vulgar!" Well, she acted like her sense of decency was outraged, but she certainly didn't move from the spot where she was standing, with a good view of my erect cock which she took advantage of, staring intently. It was time to take action with this Victorian-style spinster and her sense of propriety. "Come over here," I said. “What? I… I have to make the coffee. If you still intend to go with me you better be getting ready… unless you don't intend to…" "Of course I'm going with you, I wouldn't miss it. But first, let's have a little fun. Come on, you'll enjoy it. Really you will. Sit down here next to me." She moved towards me with a hesitant step, gazing down at my extended pole, glistening with semen, stretching and wagging out from my fist. She reached a point a few inches from me and I grabbed her left elbow, pulling her down to the bed. "Stop it, Mr. Eastman! What are you doing? What are you doing there with my hand?" "I want you to feel my prick. Doesn't it feel nice. Miss Honeywell? Be honest." I pressed the back of her trembling hand against the middle of my shaft. She started to pull away. I held her, twisting the hand around laying the palm flat against me down there. And all of a sudden she stopped pulling away. She gripped my cock, wet and taut as it was. "You like that, huh?" She gulped loudly. "Y-yes, I suppose so." "What's it feel like?" "I don't know… warm and alive… I've never felt anything quite like it before." "What? You've never touched a prick before?" "No, I haven't." "But… you aren't a virgin, are you? Oh no, it couldn't be, not at your age!" "I did not say I was a virgin, Mr. Eastman. I have had several sexual experiences in the past, at college. I just never happened to touch the man's… organ. Each of those experiences was over rather quickly." "You didn't touch them?” I said, wondering how that could have happened. "But what stopped you? How did they fuck you, from behind or something?" "No, they fucked me-made love to me, in the normal way. I just never happened to touch them while they did it." While she was talking, her hand started going into action, squeezing my tool tight and jerking it slowly up and down, up and down, letting the come drip over her hand. I got what seemed to me a very good idea. While she was jerking me off, I would jerk her off. I asked her if her pussy wasn't aroused by her actions. She was embarrassed by the question, and started to loosen her grip on my joint. I held her wrist and kept it wrapped around me, returned it to the jerking motion, up and down, faster and faster. I put my hands on her belt and undid it. I unbuttoned the tight trousers and pulled their zipper down. She made a weak attempt to stop me, but I deflected it and led her hand back to my cock. She was almost addicted to it now, stroking away with rising passion. "Lift your ass up," I told her. She raised those lovely, wide buttocks up for a moment and I slid her slacks down to her knees. She was wearing tight, transparent white panties. Slowly, sensually, my hand slid up along her fleshy bare thigh, upward to the smooth nylon crotchband, plump with pubic hair. "Spread your legs, baby." Miss Honeywell did so. I pressed the tips of my fingers under the elastic of the panties and onto the edge of her fat, fluffy vagina. With a sudden jab, taking her by surprise, I poked my middle finger straight in at the hot moist furrow. She gasped and shivered from the thrill of it, closing her thighs against me and at the same time increasing the speed with which she pumped my throbbing prick. She screamed for me to push my finger in further, deeper inside her pussy. I straightened the finger, pushing it in deeper, up into the trembling, dark passage. Her groin shook convulsively. I stuck my index finger into the gash. at the tip, touching the hardened bud of her clitoris, and I played with it, teased it, quickly