"How are you, monsieur? Well, I hope." "Pretty well. A little tired lately. I can't understand why, although I have been exerting myself a little too much. That could be it," I said, winking at her.
"We were interrupted on our last encounter. That was very unfortunate, no? You must make it up to me." "I will, I promise."
"Yes, you had better. I went home, and I was still so passionate that I had to do certain things to release my passion. If I told you what, you would laugh."
"Tell me."
"No, no. Not now. But eet was not so much fun as having your big cock in me."
"Okay. We'll get together tomorrow."
"Very well. I see you then. Au revoir.” "Until then. Miss Jobert."
She moved away and I saw that we had been getting a lot of stares. I ignored them. Linda asked me to explain this latest whispered conversation. "Another conquest. She was just coming over to thank me and ask me to do it again."
"I don't think you'll get away from this school alive," she said, laughing heartily.
"Probably not," I said, and stood up, pushing my plate away from me, as far as possible. "And now if you'll excuse me, I've got some papers that still need correcting. I should have done them during my free period, but I was, uh, interrupted there, too. Anyway, I'll see you later. And, Miss Honeywell?"
"Yes?" said the science teacher.
"Enjoy your lunch. I'll see you later, as planned."
I left the cafeteria. Figuring I could best grade the book reports by having reference to the books themselves, I took a right turn in the hallway and headed for the library.
The door was shut but I figured that was merely to keep out the students, so I pushed it open. The bolt had been turned but not all the way, so that it slipped back when I pushed on the door. The door opened.
I quietly stepped into the library. I immediately heard a noise, a low moan and a gasp. I stopped where I was and looked over to the source of the noise. It was Miss Priml, seated behind her desk, The remains of her lunch were spread out before her on the desk, and she was now reading a book, grasping it tightly in one hand. It was the whereabouts of the other hand that was of interest to me. Her dress was pulled up over her thighs and she was slowly but definitely working her hand through the heat of her pussy, jerking herself off as she read some no doubt sexy passage. She moaned and sighed as the abrasions had their effect.
She didn't hear me when I came in. She was off on another world and couldn't hear anything.
I closed the door and silently slipped the bolt back across, locking us in together. I had an idea I would give the masturbating Miss Priml a wild surprise. I crouched down and waddled past the shelves and past the tables that lay between us. I crept up against the front desk just before her. The opening was low in front so I had to crawl to get under it. Her legs were now only a foot away from me and I got a good, lush view of her agitated, hairy cunt. It was big and wet and her hand was stroking it tenderly, the fingers deep inside the thick pink lips.
She had taken her girdle off and it was on the floor beside her chair. I had to cover my mouth tightly to keep from laughing at this spectacle.
"Ohhh, mmmm," she sighed above me.
I hung my tongue out and crawled between her widely splayed thighs, I waited until her hand was pressing against the very top of her cunt and then I forcefully mashed my lips into her vagina and lashed my tongue out like a molten probe, pushing deep, deep into her drooling center. "Ahhhhh!" she cried out; her thighs slamming together at once, convulsively.
Her hips lifted off the chairs as if she were trying to stand up, but she lost her balance and crashed back down on the seat, now with even more other hairy hole open to my invading, slavering tongue.
"Noooo! What's going on?" she gurgled.
I laughed, but pressed on, burying my face even deeper in her loins. The torrid smell of her cunt was fantastic, like the smell of some tropical jungle. I tongued her palpitating slit, my left hand moving up to her fleshy thigh and squeezing it between my fingers. She stopped her half-hearted cries of complaint and returned to the moaning and gasping, only now more intensely and loud enough to alert the whole school.
My probing tongue found the pulsating button of her red, ripe clitoris, and she screamed again when I took the tiny bud between my teeth and held it tightly. I pushed my tongue around and around it in tight circles.
"Ohhhhh!" she groaned. "Yes, yes, suck it, suck my pussy! Oh God, that's good!" Hard and fast I swirled my tongue in and out of her clasping old cunt, around and around on the soft, pliable pink walls, those walls awash now in a sticky, delightful goo.
I dug my hands under her thigh and slipped it towards the left ass cheek. It was plump and flabby, and I squeezed it tight, stretching my middle finger towards the puckered hairy asshole and scratching my nail against it. She jerked and spasmed beneath my plummeting tongue. I pushed my middle finger into her anus and she contracted violently around it. Her legs were up on the sides of the desk, and she was fully accepting all of my advances.
Again and again I brought my tongue into steaming, wet contact with her big pussy, worming it up deep inside of her, lashing around at those sunken pools. She quivered and groaned and reached down to scratch at me. Her thighs opened up wide and admitted every last millimeter of my licking, jabbing, stirring wet dagger.
Very soon her dark furrow was drenched with my saliva, and her crotch began to shoot out its own liquid.
"Ahhhhh!" she screamed, and dropped that book she had been reading, the book that had been the source of her excitation before I came on the scene with my long, eager tongue to lick away her frustrations.
I licked arid licked till her writhing and screaming and kicking became explosive, truly violent. It was a wild ride my head was taking, trying to stay connected to those lovely librarian loins. I held my tongue in tight and straight, like a lance, and stabbed in deep, into the spewing wound, staying there, tightly and solidly against her inner depths till I had whipped the convulsions and was the victor, and she could only submit to my attack, moving when I made her, submitting to each oral caress and begging for the next.
"Oh, God, what are you doing to me," she sobbed. "Oh God, I'm… I'm coming… I'm going out of my mind!"
I rode her for another solid minute till my tongue began to go slack and was no longer a match for her. I slowed down my attack and gradually slid my tongue out, dragging it back over the matted black pubic hair and the soft, plump flesh of her thighs.
I moved away and leaned back against a side of the desk until d had caught my breath. Then, turning around, I crawled out from under the desk and stood up. I turned to face Miss Priml, grinning lewdly. I made a big show of licking off the sticky froth from her cunt that had lathered up around my lips. I smacked my lips and moaned appreciatively.
She stared at me, her eyes wide, as if she couldn't believe any of this was happening. She breathed deeply and held a hand up to her heart.
"Surprise," I said.
She narrowed her eyes angrily. "You… Mr. Eastman, you did this… you shouldn't have…how could you!"
"Oh come on, don't be like that. We both enjoyed it, Miss Priml, admit it." "No! Oh, my God, this is terrible… it's horrible, I shouldn't have let you do that to me… it was a mistake, such a mistake, and I feel so ashamed!"
"Hey, don't let it throw you, Miss Priml. Just pretend I was never here. Just pretend you're still reading your book and sticking your hand in your pussy."
She turned a bright red at this and covered her mouth. I guess she had forgotten what she was up to when I happened to come into the room.
"You had no right… no right to invade my privacy like that, Mr. Eastman! I…I…"