It did stop, however. Something inside him told him that, after what seemed like an eternity, he was all finished. His body motions slowed of their own accord, and he found that even though his cock was still in Karen's cunt, it was growing limp and soft once again. He could feel his body begin to relax, and he finally collapsed on top of her, his breathing coming in short, raged gasps. He felt Karen's body loosen as well, but he was so weak that all he could do was lay on top of her. She still gripped his buttocks with her long alabaster legs, holding his softening cock inside her, cradled in the wet flesh-lined sheath of her boy-sperm flooded pussy. She opened her mouth, wanting to say something that would make him feel as good as she did, but she couldn't find the correct words. She held his firm naked body tightly against her for a long while until at last, it was Billy who spoke first.
"I… I think I better go home now," he stammered. "Daddy will wonder where I've been."
"I hope I don't have to tell you that this will be our little secret," she cautioned him. "If you don't tell anyone about what happened, you can fuck my hot little pussy again some time really soon."
Billy pushed his exhausted body from hers, rolled to the floor and finally stood up, still a little self-conscious about being naked in front of a woman. Not nearly, though, as he had been when she first took his clothes off. In fact, as the small amount of time passed between his dressing and his leaving, he was actually feeling very proud of himself.
"Oh, no, Miss Heller," he said, his face beaming with the wonderful feelings coursing through his young body. "You don't have to worry about me. I won't tell anyone. Is that what you did to Alan?"
"Well, in a way," Karen said, sitting up, still naked, and looking at him as he prepared to leave her home. "I did a little something different to him, but he liked it just as much. Maybe someday, I'll do to you what I did to him. There are a lot of things I think I can teach you… and the rest of the class as well."
"I'm real glad I have you as a teacher, Miss Heller," Billy said as he opened the door and gave her naked body one last look before he left. "You're a lot more fun than the man I had last year."
Karen smiled sweetly at her young student, and sighed as he closed the door behind him. Yessss, she thought. I'll bet I really am a lot more fun than the man he had last year. And the class I have now is a lot more fun than any she had had in college. To think… Almost twenty five virgin eight-year-olds all needing the talents she and she alone could provide. It gave her a warm feeling that she would be able to bring them so much happiness during the year. She could see that, if she was as honest with the rest of her class as she had been with Alan and Billy, they would respond to her in a way they could respond to no other teacher in the school. Any small doubts she had about her theories of education were now totally gone. Two of her students fucked in the same day. And neither of them had showed any of the "adverse effects" they had probably been warned against. Nothing as natural as sex could produce anything bad. It was only the absence of sex that created problems… and lovely red-headed Karen Heller was determined that she would have no problems in her class.
CHAPTER THREE
Time passed quickly for Karen Heller and her class. Before she knew it, the lovely red-head had been teaching at the experimental school for a full month. She found that she had a rather amusing way of marking the days as they passed. Each day, after school, she would suck or fuck one of her students, taking them in alphabetical order. When it came to be Alan's and Billy's turn, the two boys were glad enough to give up their turns, since they had already sampled their teacher's sexual talents. There was not a day that went by but what one of Karen's students didn't remain in class after school for her special lesson. After each one, she make them promise that they would not reveal what she was doing to other members of the class until all of them had a chance with her. She did not want any of them to come to her with any pre-conceived notions about sex.
She was surprised by the fact that all of them actually enjoyed having their cock's sucked or enveloped by her always eagerly devouring cuntal lips. She thought that at least some of the smaller and more shy of her students would harbor some latent fears of what could happen. As the month passed, however, she found that she was becoming more and more skillful in relieving their initial fears when she took their pants down and began massaging their lovely, precious penises. By the end of the month, she had gone full circle through her class.
Even though it was still too early to tell, it seemed to the sexually free teacher that her students were the happiest in the entire school. Most of them were better at their studies than the other class of eight-year-olds, even though, except for the fucking, exactly the same thing was being taught. Karen's students were totally devoted to her, and they seemed to realized that if their parents ever found out what she was doing, she would leave them. None of them wanted her to go away. Besides the sex they enjoyed with her, they found that they actually did not mind being in the classroom with her during regular lessons.
In short, they were another world apart from the rest of the school. Once, another teacher asked Karen what she was doing that was different than what the other teachers were doing. Karen gave him a smile and said that perhaps it was just her "woman's touch." The answer seemed to satisfy the teacher, and he went on his way, though Karen was laughing inside. I wonder what he would think if he really understood just what the "woman's" touch really was, she thought to herself with no small glee.
During that month of teaching, Karen finalized her plans for having her students go on a field trip with her. She began to have images of all her students climbing over her, turning the trip into an orgy that would rival anything that had happened to her in college. She had fucked several men at the same time before. How much better would it be to have almost twenty-five little boy, all to herself for a full day in the woods?
It was the middle of the week before the trip when Karen, after she had allowed one of her precious students to fuck her in the ass, during lunch, was walking through the empty halls of the school building. It was nearly four in the afternoon, and by all rights, she should have been home almost an hour ago. She found, though, that it was easier for her to do some of the work she had to do on her lessons in her classroom after all her students had left. Most of the other members of the faculty had come to accept this method she had, and the janitors generally left the front doors of the school unlocked for her. In fact, there was some talk of giving her a key so she could come and go as she pleased. As long as her students were doing so well, the staff wanted her to do whatever it was she was doing with them.
Having finished her work, she decided that she would take a little peek in the school library. She thought it was odd that she had never seen the room before, but she and her students simply had not found the need to use the books present there. Karen had received a shipment of some of the books she used in college, and they seemed to suffice for her lessons. She wondered what the library of the private school would look like. Certainly, there would be a great many books in it. There had never been a lack of money in the school's five year history.
As she opened the door, she found that she was actually impressed with the size of the room. Since the school had grades all the way up to the eighth, and at least two of each grade level, the staff reasoned that they would have to have enough reading material to cover a wide range of subjects not generally covered by the poorer public school in the center of town. Standing at the open door, Karen found that she had made a mistake in not bringing her students to the library the school provided. After all, there was no real reason for her little darlings not to go into the room. She decided that she would familiarize herself with the books the school provided.