Our trip into the woods was pleasant if not spectacular. She pointed out every genus and variety of tree, flower, shrub, and insect we happened to cross on our upward stroll. The air was fresh and clean, invigorating despite my lack of sleep and recent overexertion. Miss Honeywell, anyway, was in fine form, marching like a soldier. When we finally reached the top of the mountain, we rested. And not a moment too soon for me. Miss Honeywell dug into her canvas bag and took out a small thermos of iced tea. She unscrewed the top and filled it I gulped it down when she offered it to me. Then she had some, and I looked out at the view. You could see out for miles, down the sloping mountain, across the woods, all the way to the town and beyond. "That's the school down there, do you see it?" she said, pointing below us. "Ah, yes… and what are those two buildings?" "Those are the dormitories. For the girls." "Oh yes… I shall have to make a visit Idown there some time soon, I think." I chuckled deviously. "I hope, Mr. Eastman, you aren't implying any intentions towards our girls. That would really be bad form. Mr. Eastman. I can tell you. These girls are not that sort." "Yes," I said deadpan. "I see what you mean. Miss Honeywell. Forget what I said. Didn't mean anything." "Yes. I hope not." We went on, tramping our way through the woods. We came at long last to a narrow stream. "It's lovely, isn't it, Mr. Eastman? I often come here to swim in the spring and fall." "Is that so? Hey, why don't we take a dip now? I'm in need of some refreshment." "Oh, but we didn't bring any swimsuits." "Now now, don't go getting prudish on me again, Miss Honeywell. Not after what we've done together." "You… you think we should go in bare?" "Sure," I said. "Come on!" And I started peeling off my clothes. Miss Honeywell watched me for a few seconds, and when she was convinced I was serious, she made up her mind and started to undress too. I watched each item of clothing come off, and got my long-awaited first glimpse of her fabulous tittles. They were, as expected, huge, wide and full, tilting out like glorious warheads, with long, bright red nipples and wide aureoles. "Come on, baby," I said, holding my hand out to her. She took it, and we stepped into the water. It was pretty damned cold. "Brrr! Shit, is it always this cold when you swim here?" I asked her, shivering wildly at first. "Yes, yes," she answered stretching her arms and swinging her tits from side to side. "I love it like this… so cold, it’s exhilarating!" "Sure it is," I shivered some more. We moved into deeper water, against my better judgement, till we were up almost to our shoulders. Miss Honeywell’s enormous boobs floated up in front of her. I swam up and rested my head on them. She laughed. I embraced her, and felt a delicious thrill as my cock slapped up against the soft, round belly. I put my hand between us, and tugged on her soft, round belly. I put my hand between us, and tugged on her soft bush as it drifted out in the water, uncurled and silky. "Hey, I'm not feeling so cold any more," I told her, cuddling up close, kissing her on the ear. "Neither… am I," she said quietly. I lifted up her left boob and caressed it with my tongue. I bit down on the nipple, and felt it stiffen even more, fighting my attack. "It… it's so nice here." Miss Honeywell muttered shyly, not knowing what to say in such circumstances, I guess. But that was all right with me. We communicated best on a non-verbal level, I felt. With her mouth shut she was quite a woman, full of soft flesh and fire. My prick rapidly went stiff against her lush body, the head swelling out and up, pressing against the plump, soft curve of her tummy. She rubbed her stomach against me, delighting in the sexy feel of my cock on her skin. Very carefully, so as not to damage it, I suppose, she reached down and felt the head of my prick. When she touched it, her whole body shivered. Her nostrils flared and she gulped loudly. Then she squeezed it again, and her fingers moved down along the long shaft, right down to the edge of my balls, which she stretched her fingers towards and scratched. "Shit, that's nice," I moaned, grinding up tighter, letting my balls slap against her pussy hair. "Are you… are you going to fuck me, Mr. Eastman?" she asked, in a tone of awe. "You want me to, don't you, baby?” I smiled. I wanted to hear her say it, to admit it to herself as well as to me. She closed her eyes and shook her head. "Yes… oh yes, I want to be fucked!" "Ha ha! Then I'll be happy to oblige!" I put my hands under her wide buttocks and lifted her up in the water. She spread her legs and locked them around my waist. I reached in for my prick and bent it till it touched the edge of her pussy. She gasped, and shuddered in my arms, in my arms as I fed the cock up into her clenching channel. Her fingers dug into my naked shoulder. Her eyes closed. Her ass cheeks vibrated and splashed water over us. "No, don't close your eyes. Miss Honeywell. Open them. Look at me when I fuck you. Look at me and tell me what you feel. Tell me, baby, tell me." "It feels…it feels so very good, oh yes, wonderful… all the way, put it in all the way…" I let her slide onto me the rest of the way. She shook all over. I spread her cheeks and lifted her in a rhythmic bounce» up and down on my cock. "Ugggg! Yes, yes, fuck me! Oh, Mr. Eastman, your cock feels so good, so hard, so big…" I rammed into her, harder and harder, creating waves in the water, splashing about us from the pressure of each plunge. Again and again I shoved up into her frantic pussy. It clung tightly to me, little teeth clawing along my shaft as it worked its way in and out. "Yes, yes, yes! Fuck my cunt!" the generally prim young lady shouted wildly. I bounced her up and down for a while, but she became so unhinged that we kept slipping deeper into the water. It got so I was afraid we would drown, so I told her to come out and we would continue on dry land. We flattened out her bush jacket and she stretched out on it. She opened her cunt for me, and it was obvious what she wanted right then. So I got down on my side below her and pressed my face in between her fleshy thighs. I pecked at the thighs, pulling on the soft skin there, working my way slowly towards her wet, undulating pussy. I pushed my tongue towards it, touching the hairs that ran along the sides of the labes. I dragged my tongue across the hot womanhood, and I pushed on into the hole, licking in short, hard jabs around and around, in and out, making her jump and spasm. All around I moved my tongue, lashing and digging, slapping and burrowing into the wet recesses of my lovely, horny science teacher. Her knees smashed against my ears, locking my head in tight against her with her thighs. A little tighter and she would be choking the air out of me-but what a way to go! Smothered by beautiful pussy. Her outsized clitoris was growing tauter and tauter each time I licked at it, caressed it carefully and elegantly with my long tongue. I looked up at her to see how she was taking it all, and I saw a face all contorted with pleasure. She was grinding her teeth and closing her eyes tight, wrinkling her nose up, snorting and whining. And she was coming like crazy, drooling milky come all over my face. "Yes, yes, eat me! Tongue me! Oh, that's lovely!" she cried out. "It's wonderful! It feels so…" I lapped on, with increasing speed, breaking all records, or so it seemed from the strain my tongue was feeling. The tough, flexing jaws of her pussy closed and opened and clamped down on my inserted face like she was biting at me, trying to chop my tongue off and keep it forever. I felt my own cock growing back to the erect state once more, so excited was I by the smell and taste of her cunt as well as her tumultous reaction to my sucking. She stroked my hair and touched my face, even stretched a couple of fingers in to touch my lips and tongue, to see what exactly was causing her cunt so much pleasure. She screamed out loud, and an onlooker might?have thought I was literally devouring that humming, quaking pussy, causing her pain instead of sweet pleasure. Around and r around in tight circles my tongue moved through her clutching, quivering crotch. She lurched up, practically into the air, and twisted me around sideways with her, keeping me locked between her wet, tingling thighs. It was hard for me to keep on sucking, like swimming through a storm at sea. I stroked and stroked, snorting in my breath, trying to keep from being crushed by the waves of her orgasm. "Oh! Oh! Ahhhhhh!" she groaned. "Oh, fucking god! I'm… I'm coming, Mr. Eastman, I'm really coming!" As if I didn't know! But my tongue wasn't?going to hold out for much longer. I licked for another minute, till she was past the peak of this particular climax, then I slowed my oral attack, and slowly slid my tongue and face out from the girl's hot, hot box. My cock was far from worn out, and I thought it was about time I went inside her with something harder and larger than my tongue. She had had a taste of it in the water before, but now I was up and throbbing, and ready to give her my best, if she could stop shaking long enough to take it. "Miss Honeywell," I sighed, "I have sucked a lot of cunts in my time, but you have got to be one of the most memorable. No, I correct myself, the most memorable!" "Th-thank you," she said, just a trace of shame in her voice, but not much, not now, after she had a taste of what real sexual ecstasy could be. In fact, I had a good idea that I had made another convert to the ranks of promiscuity. There was no telling what Miss Honeywell would need to satisfy her after I got done. It often happens that way when a woman holds out from regular sexual activity till she's thirty or more. Those are the ones you have to watch out for, if you value your health and your virility, as I surely do. "But we're only just starting," I told her. "Get ready for the final act, baby." “Fuck me now? Fuck me for real?" she whispered, her body all atremble. "That's the ticket," I said. Just to give you an idea of how horny this chick was, while I sat back away from her, getting into position to fuck her and taking a few deep breaths before I did, she stuck several fingers into her twat, pushing them in deep and revolving them, working up that white lather my sucking duties had already produced. She gasped and moaned and licked at her lips. She made herself so hot that she couldn't even wait for me to catch my breath. Her free hand reached up and grabbed my erect pole, scratching her nails into the base of it, tickling the hairy hanging sacs be
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