But Christ, I thought, even though that was scarcely three days before, it seemed like an eternity ago, a lifetime's experience ago-all of those panting, hungry women were screwing up not only my values but my fucking sense of time!
The desk started to slide, jerk by jerk, just as it had when I had fucked Linda. I held onto the edge of it with both hands, meanwhile taking deep breaths and pumping, pumping, in and put, back and forth.
"Oh! Ohhhh!'* the teenager screamed, scratching me, bobbing her head to and fro. "Fuck my sweet cunt!"
Well, folks, I can tell you, there is little on this earth to equal the feel of ripe teenybopper pussy when the teeny in question is really hot to trot. The cunt positively burned around my pole, made love to it a million exquisite, indescribable ways. It became wetter and wetter, but a sticky wetness like some sensual quicksand that clung to me and pulled me in deeper and deeper each time I slammed inside of her, burying my long, rigid dick in that young quim.
Her whole body was heated, really. Her eyes were tightly closed and her head was jerking spasmodically from side to side. She stretched back on the desktop and dug her head into it, as if trying to squirm into the wood, to conjoin and be one with everything she touched. She sobbed and moaned and screamed and bit into her hand when she threatened to wail a little too loudly for safety.
"Yes, yes, fuck me, your cock, your big, beautiful cock… oh, Mr. Eastman, you do know how to make a young girl like me feel good, don't you!"
She had a mocking streak in her, but I thought she had more than a little sincerity mixed into melodramatic outcries like that previous one.
One could only wonder, with a sense of awe, how Miss James would turn out in a few more years' time. She would make some man a good mistress one day, but I didn't see her settling down to any proper monogamous marriage.
In and out, I moved through that sexy cunt, driving, digging, back and forth, faster, faster. I was reaching my peak and couldn't hold it back much longer. But there didn't seem any reason to, since the other half of the partnership was certainly at her prime again, as high as I had ever seen any chick, shaking and groaning and scratching like a madwoman.
But still, her cunt clawed and dragged on me, as if begging me to continue, to keep arousing it.
"I'm gonna come, baby, I've got to… I can't hold off any longer, Sheila…"
"Noooo! Not yeti" she Shuddered. "A little more… fuck me a little more… my cunt… my cunt needs more… more!"
Her cunt needed more! So I heaved backwards, sucked in a deep breath, and slammed my length of shivering manhood deep into her pulsating valley. The cunt writhed and jerked over my prick. She moaned and groaned, shuddering all over from the intensity of her orgasm.
"Yes yes. yes! Don't stop! That's it! That's it! Oh, do it, Mr. Eastman! Fuck my pussy! Don't stop!"
I plowed on, on and on, faster, harder, giving her what she wanted, but knowing that I was losing control, that the come was going to sweep up and out of its own accord.
"I'm sorry, baby," I grunted, "but all good things must come to an end…"
I couldn't hold back another second. My cock was going to explode if I didn't come off immediately. It was like sticking one's finger in the barrel of a gun and then pulling the trigger. I had to let it out.
"Now, baby, now…"
"No!"
I dug my nails into the undersides of her thighs. I pressed my prick into the tight, grasping cleavage of her swollen gash, held it there for one infinite, ecstatic moment, and then I ripped it out to all but three inches of my throbbing, orgasmic shaft. And then I started to explode.
"Ahhhhhhh!"
"Yes, yes, yes!" she screamed. "Come! Come all through me, drench my pussy!"
The come pounded through her devastated cunt, and she screamed like it was drowning her. More and more seed shot into that clasping hot box. I clamped back tight against her bucking loins and held there, as wave after orgasmic wave swept over me with pure undiluted pleasure.
"Oh, God," I moaned at the ceiling, hanging my head back, crying out, like a wolf baying at the moon. "Oh, shit, that's good, that's fine…"
I shuddered some more as the orgasm subsided, leaving me totally spent, a panting heap falling against the girl as she writhed from side to side on the desk. She kissed me and pulled me tight against her. I could feel her young, pert breasts heaving wildly from the exertion.
"Wow… wow, that was something else," she breathed at me, kissing me on the ear. "Yeah, you're some fucking good teacher. I've got to hand it to you."
"Well let's keep it a bit of a secret, all right? I don't want to lose my job just yet if I can help it, honey. And I bet you'd like me to stay around here, too-"
"Of course, so we can do this again and again."
"Then bear it in mind. Keep quiet about this. I know how you girls get when you're together, blab blab."
"Oh, I won't blab on this one, not too much, anyway. I want to keep you a secret," she said. "Otherwise, all the other girls will be going after you and then you'll be all worn out and won't be able to give me your best shot."
"Very practical reasoning."
"Oh, yeah. I want you here at the school, so you can fuck me every fucking day."
"Well let's not get ahead of ourselves," I told her, kissing her pouting, hot lips. "I'm sure we can work out some acceptable arrangement which you’ll enjoy."
"Okay, Mr. Eastman. Whatever you say, you're the teacher, right?" she winked.
I stood up off of her and sat on the desk.
"All right, honey, you better get going now. I’m sure you have homework to do or something like that."
"Oh, there's no rush, Mr. Eastman. We don't have to sign in at the dorm for another half an hour. That's plenty of time for another hot fuck."
"A half an hour. huh? Well Sheila, darling, even though we do have all of a half hour left to us, I think honestly we should wait a little longer than that till our next bout. So why don't you get your tight little panties back on, and get the hell out of here so I can catch my breath."
"Oh, all right," she sighed grumpily.
"And remember what I said about not blabbing what happened here to all of your friends."
"No, just to the extra special ones."
There was a knock at the door.
I froze, mouth agape, my usual reaction in such situations. Sheila looked at me in horror. I put my forefinger to my lips and signaled to her to be silent. She didn't have to be told that, though, for she was already holding her breath and biting down on her knuckles.
There was another knock. And a third. Then a voice, a woman's voice, faintly familiar.
"Mr. Eastman, Mr. Eastman?"
I frantically tried to figure out who it was, but I couldn't place the voice with any of my recent intimates. At least if it was Linda or Miss Jobert or someone of their ilk I wouldn't have quite as much to worry about.
Then she identified herself: "It's me… it's Mrs. Hudson. Your know, the art teacher?"
Of course. The woman I had met in front of the school, the one with the big tits and bigger ass.
"What's wrong? Can't you answer me? Do you need help? I heard your voice as I was coming down the hall so I know you're in there. Open up, please."
She shook the door, turning the handle back and forth. I could see she wasn't going to be ignored.
I quickly directed Sheila James to the underside of my desk. She scurried under, her round pink ass the last thing I saw as she crawled out of sight.
"Just… just a second, Mrs. Hudson," I then said. "I was just changing my clothes."
"Oh, that's all right, then. I thought there was something the matter. Who were you talking to?"
"I was talking on the phone," I quickly said, then remembered there was no phone in my office at the moment. "I mean, to someone outside, out the window."
"Oh. Come on, open the door."