r crotch, laying her pink pussy bare. "Over here," she said. "I'll stretch out on the desk and you can stand and fuck me." "Your wish is my command," I laughed, following her to the desk and watching her perch her plump ass at the edge, leaning back on the blotter and the assorted papers there. She spread her moist cunt wide and held her hands out for me. Grabbing the taut pole, she led me up hard against her fiery loins. The secretary held her breath, and for a moment or two I teased her by rubbing the head of my cock up and down at the edge of her trembling twat. "Here I am, baby, I'm coming inside." And I began to push into the tender passage. She took a deep breath and held it for that dramatic moment. When I was halfway inside she exhaled deeply, her cunt opened up wide, and I shoved in to the hilt. "Unnnggggg!" Linda cried out. She grabbed me by the shoulders and nodded her head frantically. I picked up my pace, driving down into her, ramming every solid inch up that deep hole. All my muscles tensed as I shoved inside, deeper and deeper, to the hilt. Her cunt seemed to become deeper each time I thrust in against it, and it felt like I would be falling inside her before long. In and out, withdrawing almost completely then recapturing the hole, filling it completely and quickly, making her groin spasm and her body shake. I pushed against her harder and harder, so deeply and violently that I might have been tearing through vital organs. Each time I arched back, and slid the cock out, she shook, and her cunt lips squeezed tightly together, trying desperately to keep my big prick inside her. "Oh! Oh! Yes, yes, fuck me, oh fucking God, that's good! Yes, do it, do it to me, Les!" I pushed up closer, till my thighs were scraping against the edge of the desk. All I needed was one awkward thrust and I would be smashing my cock against solid wood. Splinters in my prick was one thing I could do without. Linda's clawing hands went everywhere. She would dig her nails into my ass for a while, then move up under my arms to hold me. And then her arms would flail out at the air and down at the desk, grabbing papers that came into her grip and crinkling them into little balls. I hunched up tight and squeezed her ass. The cheeks were smooth and soft, with plenty of rubbery flesh to dig my own nails into. "Oh, oh, yes! Yes, that's good! Your prick is so good, Les, it's so fucking hot and hard!" I squeezed her ass cheeks, prying them apart, making her cunt open up even more so I could lunge even more deeply inside that steaming, creaming love hole. I felt waves of pleasure sparking off from my prick each time I jammed up inside of her. They were like sexual fireworks, short crackling orgasms, one after the other, each igniting the next, each leading towards the big one that loomed ahead. I was primed for a big explosion now. Miss Linda didn't. deserve anything less, I felt. I lunged and lunged, back and forth, again and again till the itching, twitching, burning sensations rippled through my body, and I knew that the juices were on their way. I rammed into her, thrusting, driving into that quivering, clamping pink hole of hers. Linda was coming all the way now herself. Her body flashed a deep red color. That sensual mouth formed a wide O. Saliva slid from her lips. Her eyes popped so wide I thought they would fall out. And she shook like crazy, till the desk began to rattle and slide back. It was as if we were fucking in the middle of an earthquake. It became still more intense at the next thrust, when I buried my cock all the way inside, and the muscles of her cunt opened and then clamped tight to my prick. Juice spurted out of her and sprayed all around me. "Oh! Oh, God!" she screamed. "Yes, yes, yes! Fuck me! Oh Christ, I'm coming, Mr. Eastman! Ayyy!" I fought against her vaginal hold and finally broke through, so I could pump the necessary last strokes, in and out, back and forth, faster, faster. My cock started to tremble, to contract, and to expand with rising seed. I growled at her, "here it comes…" I drove in for the last time and blew my come into her. I squirted again and again, filling her quaking depths with my creamy hot seed. "Ohhhh!" she cried. "Yes, yes, come! Hot, hot come! It's good, Mr. Eastman, it feels so good!" The sperm filled her cunt and then poured out from the flared pussy lips. Come dripped onto the desk and the blotter- I wondered how I would explain those stains. I continued to plow into her for another minute. My legs began to cramp, though, and I figured, all things taken into consideration, it was time to zip up. But first I had to catch my breath. I slumped up against her wet crotch, getting come and pussy juice on the front of my pants, I might add. She slowly lowered her legs to the floor from where she had been dangling them in the air. She put a hand to her sizable chest, which was heaving wildly. "That…that was very nice," she panted. "Oh, Mr. Eastman, I am certainly going to enjoy having you here on the faculty. A healthy…red-blooded girl like me needs to be fucked on a regular basis, you know, or else…or else she starts to get stale and…dried up." "Baby," I said, patting her cunt, "I don't think you could dry that up with a sponge…” I turned around and sat down on the edge of the desk next to her. She reached back and got some tissues from a drawer in the desk, and proceeded to swab up the mess between her legs. She moaned slightly with each stroke of the tissue, and I was afraid she'd set herself off and we would begin the whole business allover again. I started to put my prick away, but she stopped me for a moment and caressed the shrunken organ. "I hope you won't be stingy with that lovely thing," she said, smiling contentedly. "No, no. But I'm afraid you may have to make reservations, if the rest of the faculty is as horny as you are." "They are, Mr. Eastman. We all are up here." "So I've begun to find out." "But don't spread yourself too thin. I want you good and ready when we get together." "What are the other women up here like? Old or young? Are they single?" "They're in their twenties and thirties, I guess," she shrugged, not very enthusiastic on the subject of her competition. "Yeah, they're all single, except for Mrs. Hudson, the art teacher, who is married, and so is Mrs. Priml, the librarian. But I think she's separated from her husband. I suppose in another week you'll know more about all of them than I do;" "What about Mrs. Hudson's husband? Does he live up here near the school or what?" "They live a distance from here. She only comes up three days a week. Anyway, she probably gets as little cock as the rest of us, if the rumors about her husband being a fag are the truth…heh heh, poor girl." She shimmied off the desk and scooped up her panties. I watched her step into them, slide them up over her wide hips till they had settled snugly against her cunt. She smoothed out her skirt and patted her hair into place. "I better be going now, before Mr. Hoag sends out a search party. He probably wants me to take a letter or something, some bullshit so he can sit behind his desk and stare at me and wonder what my pussy looks like." "But he never gets to see it?" I smiled. "No! That cranky bastard. He can look at his wife's pussy if he wants to look at one. Oh, that reminds me, he and his wife planned a dinner party for tonight, in honor of the new teacher, so you could meet the rest of the faculty and all. Be there around eight, okay? His is the big house at the end of this road out here, you can't miss it." "Okay. I'll try to make it." She kissed me goodbye, then slipped out of the room, wiggling down the corridor, back to work. I looked over my schedule and saw that I had a class which should have started about fifteen minutes before. I found the classroom and went inside. The room was silent when the students saw me. There were close to twenty chicks in there, all sixteen or seventeen, beautiful fresh young cunts in their tight school sweaters and miniskirts. I had to cover my mouth and take a sharp deep breath. I was in awe. The scene was quite overwhelming. There they were, plastered down four rows across the room, each one of them with big budding titties and fluffy pussy hair, no doubt, cunts that they probably fingered every night in their dormitory beds, for want of something better-something like what I carried around between my legs. I was staring. And they were all staring back. Perhaps they were wondering, in their dirty young minds, what my big cock was like, what it would be like to have it shoved up their tender, perfumed twats. I stood behind my desk and gripped the back of the chair for balance. I was nervous. Finally breaking the silence, I said, "How do you do. I am your new English teacher. My name is Mr. Eastman. I'm sorry I'm a little late for today's class, and I don't really know where you are in your studies…I hope by the time we meet again I will know what I'm doing. I'll have to learn all of your names, and that may take a while…" I shuffled through some notes that were left for me. They didn't make much sense at that moment. I looked up from the notes and saw that most of the girls were still staring at me, and pretty damn intently. Several of them wore expressions you could only describe as lascivious. Dirty. So maybe I wasn't just fantasizing: maybe they really were wondering what my prick would be like up inside their sweet, virginal honeypots. I cleared my throat nervously, snapping out of this train of thought. "I, uh, was given some notes here…it says that you had been told to read a novel of your choice. So, what I'll do is have you all write reports on the book you read. You can hand it in at the end of the class, or if you don't finish, you can do it for homework. Okay? So…get to work." The girls all exchanged glances, grimaced, and then got out their writing pads and pens. I sat back in my chair and pretended to study my notes. In fact, what I was doing was a bit less noble. I became preoccupied with the lower half of each student. The desks were built too high for most of them, leaving a clear view of their legs. You could tell from the seating habits they had developed that they weren't used to having a man in the room. I mean to say, several of them had their creamy, shapely legs strung around the bars between the legs of the desks, which left them quite provocatively spread-eagled. I licked my lips and peered out at them. Half a dozen of the lovely young things had their tight panties in full view. One dark-haired beauty wore the sheerest undergarment, which left the shadow of her black bush clearly discernible. Another one, an incredibly pretty redhead, wore only pantyhose underneath her skirt, and so I could examine in some detail the silkily sheathed curls of her scarlet pussy. I even thought I could make out the gleam of milky come stains between those gorgeous young thighs. I asked myself: How in God's name was I going to get through two months of this temptation every day, let alone another year, if Hoag decided to extend my contract? The final class ended at three o'clock, and the girls all rushed to try and finish their book reports. Each girl put her paper on my desk and said a mumbled goodbye as they went out the door. I piled the papers into my attache case and prepared to leave. Just for the fun of it, I idly looked through the drawers of the desk. Pushed to the back of the bottom one, what did I find but a small Swedish porno magazine filled with color photos of beautiful Swedes getting fucked every which way by huge red cocks. Whoever the woman was that I was replacing, she was apparently just as horny as the rest of the women at that sex-starved school. I went back to my office for a few minutes, then out to the parking lot. The building was nearly deserted already. The Lincoln was gone from the parking area, but another car was in its place. A woman was putting some objects into the back seat of it, and having some trouble with them. She was in her early thirties, tall and fleshy. Her hair was short and black, with bangs in the front. She was wearing a tight shift that showed off an excitingly plump ass. She smiled when she saw me and said hello. I went over in time to keep one of her packages from falling out of her hands. Together we slipped them into the back seat. "Thank you so much. I should have made two trips, I guess, but I wanted to get home." "Yeah. You ought to make it now." "Are you the new instructor?" she asked. "Yes, that's right. Are you a teacher here?" "The art teacher. I'm Mrs. Hudson, Mr. Eastman." "You know, my name, do you?" "Your arrival has been on the grapevine all day. It's so nice to have a man up here for a change. I wish we could talk, but I must' get home to my husband. You know how it is. But I shall see you again soon, no doubt." "Oh, I don't want to hold you up. Nice meeting you. Will you be coming to the party at Mr. Hoag's house tonight?" "No, I'm afraid not. Can't make it. But I will see you again soon, I'm sure, Mr. Eastman." "Call me Les." "Of course I will…" She suddenly stepped up closer to me and lowered her voice. "You know, Les, you've got yourself a terrific body." I laughed in surprise. "I'm speaking as an artist, of course," she snickered. "I mean, you would make a great model. Have you ever by any chance done any modeling?" "No, none that I can recall." "Oh, but you'd be a wonderful subject. How would you like to pose for me sometime?" "Pose for a painting? What kind of painting?". "I do a lot of nudes. When I can find the proper model, that is. But you would do fine." "Well, I'll think about it. Sounds like fun…Mrs. Hudson." And it did-like my kind of fun. "Where would we do it?" "Oh, I have a studio here at the school. We'll talk about it next time we meet. I have to get home now." She got into her car and started the engine. Just before she backed out, she whispered out the window at me, "Yes, terrific body."