Carl grabbed her ass with both hands, arched his hips, and really drove his prick home. He was gasping, breathing wildly. She knew he had started to come. She was enjoying his wild antics.
She started to peak and lost all control. Her mouth flew open and she began to drool a little. Now whimpering, she ground her cunt down onto his cock.
She felt him explode inside her. "Shoot it into me, Carl! Give it all to me! Ohhhnnn! It feels sooooooooooo goooood!"
He didn't want her to get off after their orgasms were complete. He circled her ass with both his arms.
"Don't go!" he begged. "Don't!"
"Now stop that!" Jo said sternly. "You got what you wanted. Now, fix yourself up and get out of my office." She forced herself away from him and stood up. For a moment she stood looking down at him. He hadn't moved. "If you breathe one word of this to a soul, I'll have you arrested for rape." She picked up her panties. "I'm going into the bathroom. When I get back, I want to find you gone."
"But, Miss Daniels. I'm still horny. I need to fuck you again."
"Once is enough for now. I have other things to do."
"Just one more piece, please?" he begged.
"No! Now get out of here. I must get ready for another lecture."
"But I like to fuck. Heck I can fuck all night."
Jo looked down at him. Maybe he could hold up to it all night long. Young boys had plenty of stamina and this one had a cock to match. Perhaps, she decided, she might take him up on it some night. Smiling a bit, she said, "Perhaps later. Now get out of here."
She turned and left him there. Carrying her panties, she went into the bathroom and locked the door. She had left a douche in the medicine cabinet the day before, and now she slipped her panties back on, pulling them up over her shapely legs, then buttoned her dress. After touching up her hair she put on makeup. When she was satisfied that she once again looked as though, she were in control of the situation, she returned to her office. Carl had gone and she was glad. If he had not she decided that she might have invited him over to her cottage that same night.
Jo sat down at her desk and smiled. He was a good screw, that boy. Young and eager, and she really felt that he needed what she'd given him.
It was dangerous though, she reflected. What if they'd been caught? She decided that there would be no more fucking in her office.
Chapter 8
Wednesday morning Jo sat in her office thinking about her life. Her insatiable desire for young boys seemed to be taking control of her. Surely, she thought, if I can put my finger on the cause I can affect a cure. It was as simple as that. Oh, she knew the reasons. Certainly, she decided. She did know the reasons and it all went back to that night with Mario when she was fourteen.
A sound interrupted her thoughts and she looked up from her desk when she heard her office door open; it was Dale Newcomb, the principal. He stuck his head inside and looked around. "Are you alone?" She nodded, smiling. He stepped inside, locked the door, then looked at her sternly. "Miss Daniels, I believe you're doing more in this office than counseling. Is that correct?"
She turned, at the same time lifting her skirt a trifle higher. "What do you mean, Mr. Newcomb?"
He smiled now. "Call me Dale, and I mean fucking."
"Why, Mr… uh, Dale, how can you say such a word? How can you harbor such thoughts?"
He smiled again. "Why do you think I hire only women teachers? And young ones at that? I believe sex is a part of a boy's growing up, his maturation. And of course, I like to have my pick of women, too."
He walked to Jo, bent over and gave her a warm, moist kiss, and at the same time he ran his hand up under her skirt and fondled her ass. He took his mouth away from hers, but kept his hand beneath her skirt. "I want you to be at my cottage tonight at eight sharp."
"Oh, Dale, that's wonderful!" But she wondered if he would turn her on as much as the boys had. Perhaps if she pretended he was just a boy; after all, he did have a young face and he was slender. It might work. And, she couldn't refuse him. He might get mad and fire her.
He smiled. "I intend to fuck you until you cry for me to stop! That's a promise!"
"That's wonderful!" Jo said as she reached out to take hold of his cock.
He stopped her with a shake of his head. "Don't. I don't want to go out of here with my pants bulging."
She glanced down at his crotch. "You're already bulging."
"Mmmmmmm," he grunted, "so I am."
"You'd better run some cold water on your prick before you leave." She pretended to come up with an idea. "Or we can go into the back room and you can fuck me now," she added.
He shook his head. "We'll save the fucking and other things for tonight." He took her hand and pressed it up against his cock. "However, since I'm going to have to use the cold water treatment anyhow, you can at least give me a feel. Come to think of it, I'd better give you one, too."
She had instantly begun to squeeze and rub his prick. She opened her legs and gasped with pleasure when she felt his hand pressing and moving against her panty-clad cunt. It did feel good to her and she didn't have to pretend that it was arousing to her. "You know, Dale," she said, "just thinking about you makes me warm all over. When you touch me it's like an electric current running through my entire body."
He kissed her again and straightened up. "I'm late for a meeting now. Don't forget. Eight sharp."
"Nothing in the world could make me forget." He went into the restroom and she heard water running in the sink. She wished she could be with him to hold his prick while he ran the cold water over it. But that, she decided, would defeat his purpose.
When Dale came out of the restroom, Jo was bent over her desk. Thoughts of Dale and the night to come were constantly in her mind. Her eyes were shining when she reached home. Jenny took one look at her and said, "Don't tell me. I already know."
"Know what?"
"Dale has ordered you over to his cottage tonight."
"As a matter of fact, he has. He dropped into my office this morning, gave me a fast feel, a juicy kiss, and extended the invitation."
Jenny laughed. "I like that. 'Extended the invitation.' Gave you your orders, you mean."
Jo gave the other girl a shrewd look. "Did I understand you to say that you knew?"
"Yep. I was in talking to his secretary early this morning. Dale called on the intercom and told her to cancel a business meeting he had tonight. She reminded him that it was an important meeting, but he insisted." Jenny laughed. "I guessed the rest. That guy's really got a hard-on for you, Jo."
Jo smiled and said, "If he hasn't a hard-on now, he will have tonight. I can promise." What had gotten into her, she wondered. She had been talking like a brazen hussy for the past weeks; ever since she had taken this job. Jenny always treated everything about sex open and frank, and Jo found she had fallen into the same pattern.
Later, after taking her shower, Jo got out the powder blue dress, panties and bra. She tried on the panties first. They were not much more than a G-string with wide meshes through which her pubic hair showed. She picked up the half bra.
Jenny, who was watching, said, "Forget the bra. It has shoulder straps and will be too much of a nuisance to get off. Also, if I ever saw a pair of tits that didn't need a bra, they're yours."
Jo smiled. "I think you're right. I mean, the part about it being too much of a nuisance to get off." She tossed the bra onto her bed.
"Jo," Jenny said, "I have a pair of sheer, sheer navy blue nylons that would do wonders for that powder blue outfit and those sexy legs of yours."
Jenny got the nylons and Jo put them on. She slid her feet into a pair of silver slippers and stood up.
"Oh, Jen, they're beautiful! Thanks a million. I should have thought to buy some when we were in town. I'll return the favor by letting you wear my panties whenever you want."