"Oh God, yes, my pussy, touch it," the girl breathed heatedly. "Touch it… touch my cunt!"
She threw her head back as my fingers touched the edge of her pussy. She moaned softly. Her legs opened wider. To look at her you would have thought she was a thirty-year-old vixen instead of a high school nymphet.
I pressed inward, touching the warm, hair-lined lips and in further to the sweaty hole itself, feeling it swell with a rush of blood. I felt her clitoris bulge up, rigid and tingling wildly. My middle finger came in contact with this hot bud and she began to gasp with delight.
"Ohhhh! Oh, Mr. Eastman, that's so nice, yes, the way you touch my cunt, mmmmm…"
I pressed myself closer to her and increased the pressure on her erogenous zones. My hands, one on her breast and the other on her pussy, began to rub faster, harder and harder across the sensitive beads of her nipples and down at that other bud, her clit. She was building to a climax now, and her hips shook frantically on the chair. She was sweating. Ecstasy was flowing through that sexy body.
My right hand squeezed tighter on her breast, manipulating the nipple still further, rolling it with maddening delight under the ball of my thumb.
"Oh God," she cried. "I'm coming, I'm really coming… it's too much… it's beautiful!"
I increased the strokes of my flashing fingers on her hot, trembling clitoris.
"Ohhhh!" she moaned in a gasped whisper, her body shaking with an almost demonic vibration, like she was possessed by an evil, sexual spirit.
I continued to rub and rub that hard, tingling clit, even as I could see that I was releasing bursting waves of pleasure that must have seared every nerve in her beautiful body. My right hand continued to squeeze and pinch her tender titties, plucking on the nipples, pressing is on them.
Down below, her pussy was pouring a warm, thick liquid all over the place, down onto my wrist and onto the floor. I had seen horny women before, but this was almost ridiculous. Her cunt spewed like a bursting dam.
And still she moaned. "Yes, yes, oh, I'm coming, Mr. Eastman! You make me come so fine!"
"Oh, baby," I laughed back at her, "I bet this is the best lesson any teacher's ever given you, Huh?"
"Mmmmm! Mmmmm!" she groaned, drained of all coherence, only tingling with delicious orgasm.
I slowed my strokes now, as I saw that her first tremendous climax was reaching its peak. I slowed down and then I began to withdraw my sticky fingers, gradually taking them out of her trembling, secreting honeypot.
Sheila James lay back in the chair then, when I had stopped massaging her. She sighed and closed her eyes tight, her nostrils flaring dramatically. One of her hands moved down to her pussy and cupped it, holding it in the warmth and the frenzy of the vibrations still there.
I got up, my bones cracking. I stretched my hands and wrung them to get the cramps out. Yet another debilitating workout that would put me in the grave before my time.
I walked back to my desk, then turned to her and mockingly asked, "Did you enjoy that?"
I don't know why I expected her to feel a little embarrassed by her show of erotic emotion, but she wasn't. She only said that she enjoyed it a whole fuck of a lot, and she wanted more.
"You're still going to fuck me, aren't you? I mean, you can't let me get away with just this…"
"No, of course not," I laughed. "Christ, what would your mother say if she heard you?"
"Search me. She's probably somewhere getting laid right now too, so what's the difference?"
"None, I guess."
"Okay then, stop the chatter," she nodded, her eyes aglitter with lust. "Come on, Mr. Eastman, take your cock out and fuck me!"
"Aren't you worried at all that we might get caught? That Mr. Hoag or somebody might come in here and see you with your pussy hanging out?"
"I don't give a shit, Mr. Eastman. What can they do, throw me out? Great! I'll go somewhere where there's men for a change, no matter what my parents say."
I could see there were probably psychological aspects to her rebellion, and I wasn't interested in learning them, so I didn't ask any more questions.
"Oh, but if you're so worried, then hold on a second… we better do this…"
She got up, stepped to the door and locked it. And to think that before she got to the office I was wondering how I might go about trying to seduce her! Just lucky I wasn't a faggot as some of the gossips were saying, or there would have been even more frustrated females at that blessed Mountainview Girls School.
Now she came forward and stood before my desk.
"Did you like the way my pussy felt, Mr. Eastman?" she asked, gently petting her own muff.
"I believe I did, yes…"
She smiled and nodded her pretty head. Then she lifted her skirt up and hooked her thumbs under the waistband of her tight panties and quickly brought them down to her ankles. She kicked them the rest of the way off. She lifted her leg and put it on the edge of the desk. She put a hand on her cunt, spreading the lips wide and showing me all the juicy bright pink meat that lay within.
"You want some of that, teacher?"
I was speechless. My cock flamed with lust, hardening again so fast that it was positively painful to keep it inside my pants any longer. So I dropped my trousers and my underpants and scurried around to the schoolgirl.
"Here's my pussy all for you," she whispered. "It's all wet and ready, Mr. Eastman."
"It looks that way, all right. You act like you knew all along we'd be here together."
"I had an idea we might. I thought maybe that book report of mine might get you interested and show you that I was-interested, that is."
"So this is all a setup, huh?" I said, laughing at my own self-deluding ego, thinking that I had set the trap for the horny innocent.
"Isn't it neat the way I got you here with me? And now you're gonna do what I want, aren't you, teacher?"
"I guess I am," I laughed again, seeing her stroke her hairy pink pussy and wave it at me.
My prick strained toward the ceiling. I couldn't take my eyes off that juicy, exposed cunt of hers, the way she caressed it and flaunted it, knowing full well what it was doing to me and would do to any man she showed it to. My prick jerked violently, and I clutched it firmly and stroked it slowly, not wishing to spill so much as a single drop of seed before I jammed it inside her lovely lambpit.
She put her leg to the floor now and dropped down on her knees before me. She took hold of my cock at the base and sighed and licked her lips at it.
"Gosh, it's such a big one, I've never seen one this big before, Mr. Eastman, darling. All of my boyfriends had little skinny ones…"
"That's what separates the men from the boys, dear girl," I said, snorting with arousal.
^She nodded her head slowly, smiling. She opened her tiny pink lips, with their dab of womanly lipstick smeared across them, and she pressed the head of my cock into her mouth. Cupping my balls with both hands, she nibbled away.
My juices were leaking, running out of the sides of her mouth, as she fed inch after inch of my organ into her throat. She was built small, but she was very enthusiastic and determined to take me all in.
"That's it, baby, that's the style… remind me to give you an A on your report card for something or other… oral hygiene perhaps…"
She gagged slightly and slipped the prick from her mouth. She coughed and looked up at me dreamily.
"And remind me to give you an A for the taste of your beautiful cock, Mr. Eastman, sir…"
She caught her breath, then stuffed my manhood back into her mouth. Her tongue stroked the underside of the shaft, pressing into the sensitive, blood-gorged veins, licking off the dribbling semen as she went along.
I moaned with full satisfaction, alive with pleasurable sensations. I patted her head, encouraging her, just like a teacher would encourage a struggling student. Of course, in this case she wasn't working on any difficult algebra problem but was sucking away at my stiff prick.