"Really? You were thinking that, were you? And supposed I decide that I don't want to let you fuck me?"
She smiled slightly as she saw that her own use of the word fuck took the arrogant young boy by surprise. He's going to have to learn that sex is something freely given and not demanded, she thought. And I'm just the person to teach him something like that.
"If you don't… Miss Heller… I'll go to the head of the school and tell him what you did."
Bob was smiling smugly, as though there would be nothing she wouldn't do to protect her teaching position at the school, but he never expected to hear what she said in response.
"That sounds fair to me, Bob. Now if you have nothing more to say, good night. I have a great deal of work to do," she lied.
The boy's face collapsed as though he had not expected his bluff to be called, and now that it had, he was not sure what he should do. "Maybe you didn't hear what I said, Miss Heller. I'll go to the head of the school and tell him that you've been… been…"
"That I've been fucking the students. Fine. I'm not afraid of you. I can see that you're more of a little boy than anyone in my third grade… and little boys don't scare me. Now suppose you go on home. It must be way past your bedtime."
Even as she spoke, though, she could feel her vaginal juices flowing, and she could tell that she was going to actually let this smart-assed boy fuck her however he wanted to fuck her. She wanted to take him down a peg or two first, however. She would make him beg for it. He would just have to learn that he was not dealing with a person who as frightened of him just because he was a little older than the others.
Bob was crestfallen. He was certain that the lovely teacher would be pleading with him not to talk, and here she was, telling him that she didn't give a good God damn about what he did. And she was calling him a little boy, which made him feel even worse. If any of the club members had done that to him, he would show them a thing or two, but even though the teacher was lovely and almost delicate looking, she had the appearance of someone who could pick him up and toss him across the room if she wanted. His embarrassment was evident as he gaped at her with open mouth and tried to decide what he should do next.
"Are you saying that you don't think I'll talk?"
"I'm saying that I don't give a shit if you do or not."
Karen noticed that his cock had gone limp in his pants, and that made her feel both sad and happy at the same time. Sad that his arousal was no longer as strong as it had been, but happy that she would be the one to make his penis bigger, rather than some idea he had. Now that she had deflated his adolescent ego somewhat, she decided that she would go on the offensive. Moving closer to him, she positioned her body in such a way so that the deep, soft cleavage of her breasts was clearly in his view, and she shook her upper torso slightly, jiggling her luscious mounds.
Bob's gaze was riveted in her already swelling mounds, and he was certain that he could see the hardened nipples pressing through Karen's sweater. Then she reached out with her hand and lightly stroked his flushing face. "Just think, Bob, you won't be getting the same opportunity that everybody else got. You won't get to place your hands on my big, soft titties… you won't get to look at my pussy… Think of what it would be like to have your cock fucking up inside my nakedly spread cunt." Her voice was almost expressionless, but her words were arousing the young boy once again. She began to think that her initial impression of Bob was true. He was a good deal of talk, but still very insecure. His bravado was little more than a mask to hide behind. But physically, he was more a man than anyone in her class, and she wanted to feel his larger penis fucking into her… She wanted to have him on her terms, though, and not his.
Her hand was running lightly up and down his heated face, and she brushed away some loose strands of hair as she lovingly stroked him while at the same time taunting him. Bob froze, feeling his head spin. He had several times had his hands on the tits of some of the girls in the town. Once he had even rubbed a girl's cunt through her jeans, and he had been almost certain that the same thing would happen with Miss Heller. Although he had gone no farther than simple petting, he had a pretty good idea of what fucking was like from the magazines he read, but reading about it was not the same as actually doing it. None of his "girlfriends" would let him go any farther than just touching their pussies, and none of them had spoken to him the way this sexy little woman was now.
Karen was feeling very pleased with herself as she ran her hand from his face to his chest. She could feel the young boy shudder as he stiffened. What can he be thinking? she thought to herself. Here I am, telling him that I'm not going to fuck him while I'm acting as though I will.
"Would you like a little something to drink?" she asked, finally pulling her hand away from and walking to the liquor cabinet. "I like to have a little something to drink before I go to bed. It helps me to sleep better."
Bob was totally confused by this time. What was going on? First she tells me to leave, and then she asks me to stay. Well, I may as well get a drink from her. Maybe she's gonna let me fuck her after all. To his surprise, he found the thought of staying with her somewhat frightening. Things were not working out the way he thought they would have. She was doing her best to show that she was totally unafraid of him.
Karen refilled her own glass and made the youngster's drink especially strong, pouring straight Scotch into a glass and handing it to him. She saw him drink it and pretend to act as though he was used to drinking something that strong. The truth was, Bob had not had anything stronger to drink then beer, and after his first sip on the drink Karen handed him, he could feel his entire body start to get warm. He tried to remain as casual as he could, so he took another sip… and then another. His young body was not able to handle the effects of the alcohol as well as he thought, and soon he felt as though the whole room was spinning around. During this time, Karen had returned to her place on the couch after turning off the television, and she could see that the arrogant teen-ager was now hardly able to stand.
"You look a little woozy, standing there," she said, her voice suddenly becoming husky and seductive. "Why don't you come over here and sit next to me?"
Even though Bob now began to see what she was leading up to, his thoughts were muddled by the Scotch. He wondered if she had made all her students drunk before she fucked them. It had to be that way. He was feeling as though he wished he'd never come now. There was something about this woman that was making him feel very uncomfortable, but he decided that he had better sit down anyway. His legs were beginning to fall out from under him.
Plopping his form on the couch next to the curvaceous woman, he rested his head against the back and closed his eyes. God! What was happening? The whole room seemed to be going around in circles, and closing his eyes only made things worse.
Karen smiled to herself. It was amazing that he had so quickly become just as frightened of real sex as her younger students were. Even though she was teasing him to bend him to her will, the lovely teacher could not help but pity him. He was much a victim of the small town morality as her third grade class… perhaps more so. According to all the studies she had read, a teen-ager was in the prime of his sexual powers, and he should be given as much sexual freedom as possible. Here in Lincoln, though, Bob was almost forced to bluff a woman into having her fuck him, and when he could see that it wouldn't work with her, he didn't know what to do. But then, when a bully is stood up to, they generally back down. In a way, Bob probably needed her special talents more than did her third graders… and she could not very well turn him out. He looked so pathetic, sitting next to her on the couch in his drunken condition, and she leaned over to him and kissed him on the lips, causing him to stir and open his eyes. Again she kissed him, her thick, full lips smothering his, and her gentle hand weaving through his dark, soft hair. She wanted to show him that sex never had to be forced, and now that his ego was totally deflated, she was able to do that.