The headmaster's house was at the end of the road, at the foot of a steep hill. It was a large and impressive place, another ante- bellum mansion surrounded by tall trees. A doddering maid opened the door for me and Mr. Hoag met me in the hall. He led me into the living room, where everyone was already gathered for cocktails. There were five women in the room, seated on the various ornate and expensive chairs and couches.
One of the women, a shapely, sexy thing in her mid-thirties, quickly came up to me and held out her hand. I shook it and smiled back at her. She was quite attractive.
"Tills is my wife, Mr. Eastman," Hoag said.
"How do you do, Mrs. Hoag," I said.
"Call me Helen. Pleasure meeting you. Come on in, you're a little late. Let me introduce you to the rest of the girls here. Ladies, attention-"
There was no need for her to call them to attention: they were all staring at me, and with lust in their pretty eyes, if I was not mistaken.
"This is Mr. Eastman," Helen Hoag continued. She took me to the nearest pair, seated on a sofa, Miss Priml, the librarian, a plump woman with graying hair, smiled at me. Next to her was the science teacher, Miss Honeywell, an attractively robust and busty doll wearing an excitingly tight dress and thick black eyeglasses. She eyed me up and down through the latter as I extended my greetings.
"So nice to meet you, Mr. Eastman," she said. "I'm sure we are going to be good friends."
Next I was introduced to a stunning blonde with a throaty foreign accent. She was Miss Jobert, instructor in French. The plunging V of her neckline showed me about eight inches of creamy tit cleavage. She wasn't wearing a bra, and her saucy nipples were pushing out at the tips.
"How do you do, Miss Jobert."
"Allo m'sieur. I hope you will enjoy it here at Mountainview. It is not very often we have such a handsome man come and join our faculty."
“Thank you. Perhaps I'll be able to get you to help me with my French while I'm here."
"I'm at your service, m 'siew. For French lessons or… anything else you have in mind, eh?"
"How nice," I said, as Mrs. Hoag ushered me over towards the one remaining guest.
"This is Miss Jane Darwin. Jane, this is Mr. Eastman, the new English instructor."
Jane Darwin was very big and very black. She was the perfect Amazon, strong and beautiful. You could swear she must have lifted weights in her spare time. She was wearing a red jumpsuit, with skin-tight slacks that clearly outlined her sinewy thighs. She had large, wide breasts which I had an immediate desire to jump on and snuggle against. I wasn't surprised when I was told she was the gym teacher.
I looked down at myself and saw the bulge of a hard-on coming along. Jane Darwin smiled when she saw it. This woman turned me on something fierce. I thought to myself, what a fantastic experi- ence it would be to stick my cock between those tough thighs and up that black cunt.
Mr. Hoag pulled me out of my reverie with a drink. I thanked him, sipping at it and listening politely as he told me some trivial facts about the school, its history, how he got involved with it and so forth. He would occasionally bring one of the women into the conversation and they would nod and agree and laugh at all of his jokes.
Finally, it came time for dinner and we all repaired to the dining room, all of us with several drinks under our collective belts.
Hoag sat at the head of the table, and I sat on his right with the dark Miss Darwin beside me. We all exchanged some more small talk, everything pleasant and innocu- ous as the first few courses were served.
And then something strange happened, while we were waiting for dessert to be served. I felt a sudden pressure on my right leg. I pulled away in a reflex action. The pressure returned, though, and crept around my thigh to my crotch. It was the hand of Miss Darwin. I quickly shot a glance at her. She looked at me and smiled innocently. Her hand under the table squeezed me once more. She was ostensibly listening to Miss Priml, seated across from her, who was discussing the merits of a new shipment of books she just received. Jane Darwin listened and nodded with interest, all the while pushing and poking about with my zipper.
I tried to retain my cool. It wasn't easy. I was supposed to be listening to Mr. Hoag telling me what it was like up there in those mountains when winter came.
"Very interesting," I mumbled to him, as I felt the zipper go all the way down and Miss Darwin's black hand slip quietly into my open fly.
He continued, "yes, it was some win- ter…"
His words were becoming a blur to me. I put my fist under my chin and tried not to show any of the excitement I was feeling. The statuesque gym teacher had her large fingers inside the legband of my briefs and was caressing my stiffening cock with two fingers. It grew more every second, jumping and twitching in her muscular grip. She twisted it out of my pants and it shot upright, the head practically scraping the bottom of the fucking table. The last thing I wanted was that. I came close enough to splinters earlier in the day, with Linda and that desk.
She had a full grip on it now and began a Piston motion that was utterly delightful. But Christ, what an embarrassing place to start doing it-in front, or practically in front of the headmaster and faculty of my staff. Literally right under their long noses.
Up and down, up and down she jerked me, faster and faster. I caught several sharp breaths and hoped that Hoag would not think I was having a cardiac arrest or something. It would be very difficult to explain any strange behavior my masturbating friend might cause me.
Sperm started to spill out and drip languidly over the black lady's fist. She reclutched lower down, pressing her knuckles into my balls. She was really moving, but so guardedly that to look at the expression on her face you wouldn't think she was doing anything more than listening politely and maybe digesting her food.
Hoag was still talking, but by now I was totally blanked out to him, and fantasizing about hitting the sack with the lady who was jerking me off. I saw myself sticking my mouth into her black and salmon colored gash and licking it absolutely dry, sticking my fingers into her huge round asshole, and feeding her my stiff prick for her to suck on.
The maid finally came out with the dessert tray and started serving us. I figured she was sure to interrupt the masturbatory gig, but no, the gym teacher didn't even let go when the maid stepped between us. If you can believe it, she just leaned closer and tugged even harder. I felt. my cock muscles contracting tensely. A ripple of sweet pleasure rolled up my gut. The black woman pulled my cock all the way up, so that the foreskin covered the head, and she held it there for the longest damn time. Then she pulled down and the first squirt flew out. I couldn't keep from sighing loudly. Miss Priml wrinkled her brow and looked down at her dress. I must have shot some come onto it, but she could never guess it was that.
Pretending to be coughing, I took several deep breaths and tried to regain my composure. Jane was tenderly caressing my shrinking prick. Finally, she tucked me away and zipped me back up, and incredibly no one was the wiser.
It was hard for me to eat the dessert, but I did. And then we all retired to the den for more talk and an after-dinner drink. Mrs. Hoag disappeared somewhere, but no one seemed to mind so I didn't ask about her. I excused myself a little later and went up to the bathroom on the second floor.
I shut the bathroom door and turned on the light. First, I splashed some water on my cock and washed off the sticky come. Then I sidestepped over to the toilet and took a long piss. As the last drops were dribbling out, the bathroom door opened and quickly closed with Mrs. Hoag now leaning breathlessly against it.
She stared at my exposed cock and licked her lips, like a little girl looking in at a candy store. I was too surprised to say anything at first-though by this time in my stay at Mountainview I should have been used to it.
"My God," she whispered hoarsely, "I've finally got you alone, all to myself…"
"Yes, you certainly do," I said, holding my pecker in my hand, not knowing what to do with it.
"I couldn't believe it, when he told me he had hired a man teacher. And then when I saw what you looked like! God! Do you realize, at dinner tonight, just staring at you, darling, I started to come…"
I wanted to tell her she wasn't the only one to come at the dinner table, but I resisted that impulse.
Instead, I said: "I'm glad to hear it? But, don't you think you ought to get out of here now? I mean, before that husband of yours, my boss, starts looking for you and finds you with me… and my cock."
"Oh shit, forget him. I told him I felt dizzy and was going upstairs to lie down. God, God, look at that fucking lovely cock of yours!"
Indeed^ with her staring at it like that, it was starting to grow in my hand. After all, it was a pretty sexy situation, standing in the John with my cock out, just a few feet from the open-mouthed, lovely young wife of my employer.
I couldn't keep from stroking my prick a few times and licking my lips.
"Uhh… what do you want from me, Mrs. Hoag? I mean, what in particular?"
She chuckled softly. "I want you to help me, Mr. Eastman. I want you to help me overcome the terrible feelings of frustration f've been feeling lately."
Everybody in the area was frustrated!
"H-how do you suppose I could do that, Mrs. Hoag?"
Her eyes stayed on my prick, but her hands dropped to the hem of her dress and she started to lift it, up above her knees, past her thighs, to her hips. She wasn't wearing any panties or hose, and her pussy gleamed nakedly below the raised skirt. With one hand she patted it and fluffed up the hairs provocatively. They were thick and long.
"Do you like it, Mr. Eastman?" she asked, in a soft sexy voice. "Do you like my little pussy? It's all yours if you do, take it!"
"But… this isn't the place, Mrs. Hoag. We're running quite a big risk right at the moment as it is."
"Please, please, we'll be quick. Take me. Fuck me, fuck me, as quickly as you want to, but please do it. I must have your cock inside me. I can't stand the pressure any more. I'll go crazy, really I will! Have pity on me, Mr. Eastman, and please fuck me! Fuck me!"
Well now, it was a risk, as I told her, but I couldn't be so unchivalrous as to turn down such a pathetic offer. And besides, that cunt of hers looked very tempting.
I advanced towards her. Her eyes went wide and she smiled. Her hand went out for my cock.
"God, it's so big," she mumbled.
Her fingers clutched at it ravenously, and she rubbed it against her nether curls. The swelling shaft wagged its moist head against her sleek, tangled brown thatch. I held her tightly at the waist and pulled her close against me. I kissed her hotly on the lips, and our tongues twirled together.
She jerked on my cock till it was good and wet all down the length of it, and then she opened her thighs and fed the bobbing tool into her sticky hole.
"Give it to me, give it to me," she breathed frantically. "Fuck that cock into me!"
Her fingers scratched at her pink vaginal lips, furiously parting them for my entrance. My cock pushed into the secreting, sensitive flesh. Inside, it was visibly throbbing and pulsing with passion. She needed a cock in there, all right. I only hoped I would be enough for her.
I grabbed the smooth round flesh of her bare ass and lifted her gently into the air, setting her down just on the tip of my cock. She scratched and squeezed at my shoulder, begging for me to hurry.
I pinched the twin cheeks, my nails stabbing into that smooth skin, and I let her slide down my pole, let her fuckhole fill up with ten inches of my manhood. It all went in, and she shook and screamed for more. Her eyes clamped shut, her head wagged, and she snorted like an animal.
"Put it in, put it in!" she gasped.
I told her to relax or I couldn't operate. She took a very deep breath and opened her crotch to its widest. I got the full feel and dimension of her pussy. There was plenty of it. I shook her around above me, my fingers spreading her buttocks, the nails of my left hand scratching across the tiny furrow of her asshole. No matter how she tried, she couldn't keep from shaking and snorting excitedly. To keep us from falling, I backed her up against the door for balance.
I screwed in tight against her hungry cunt, and I began a slow, rhythmic twisting, around and around in hot circles within that damp, wide twat. "Unngggg!" she squealed. "Yes, yes, do it! Oh, I love it, I love the feel of your cock…"
And as I began to increase the speed and pressure of my gyrations she went absolutely crazy with pleasure, gasping violently, clawing at my back and buttocks, clasping the jaws of her pussy with a vise-like grip which made it a fight to get my cock all the way in and then out of her-but I made it.
She clutched at me and growled in my ear, and bit my ear. I told her to be careful, she was cutting me, and I pumped my rock- hard prick between her thighs, buried the full length of it deep within that blistering heat.
"Ohhhh! Yes, yes. that's it!" she cried.
"Be quiet, Mrs. Hoag! Your husband will hear you, fool!"
But I couldn't stop her now. She had no control over her emotions. She was awash in feelings of animal delight as my blood- gorged prick rammed in and out.
"But God, it's so good! So fucking good! My pussy… my pussy, yes, fuck it, fuck it hard"
I backed her up higher against the door and changed my grip on her pretty pink rump, allowing me to pluck at her puckered asshole. And all the while we continued our mutual pump-action, in and out, around and around. I pushed harder against her constricting belly, deeper and deeper with a driving thrust, slapping with a loud staccato sound against her soft flesh. I fucked her hard, giving her just what she was craving, what she couldn't get from that aging husband of hers.
Again and again I repeated the screwing motion, arching my pelvis all the way backwards, till only the fat head of my cock was still within her, and then jerking all the way inward, running my prick all the way back into her tubes, filling her deep, trembling twat with the full measure of my steaming, sweating, swelling fuckrod.
She was panting frantically, digging her ivory teeth into her trembling lips, shaking all over, flying with the wonderful delirium of her orgasm. Her cunt dug into me, grasping with those stern jaws for more and more, and I tried to give her still more. I breathlessly gave her all I had, banging our two clutching bodies against the wooden bathroom door, as I pounded my cock through the gates of her clasping labes, that wet mouth of eros, in and out, faster and faster. The heat rose in my blood. I could feel it. We sweated, we shivered, we gasped loudly for breath.
I was starting to come, ripple after ripple of ecstasy going all through me. I lurched backward in stunned excitement. We almost fell to the floor, with her straddling me tightly, but I twisted around and landed her pretty rear right at the edge of the sink.
"Ooohh!" she shrieked. "The sink is cold on my bare ass! Come! Give me your hot come!"
I cupped my hands under her buttocks and proceeded to plunge my final ejaculating strokes into the woman's drooling pouch. She threw her head back and stretched her mouth wide open for a silent scream. I continued to drill her as the hot cream flowed into her system, a gallon of it up from my burning, exploding balls.
Her firecracker orgasm flamed on, and she snorted and shook her head, mouth wide open. Her free hand dug along the back of my neck. I leaned into her and ground out the remainder of my load, more and more.
She shook and shook, and held me, and we danced like that for another half a minute, till she collapsed completely in my arms like a rag-doll.
I slid away from her, and her ass slipped down into the wet bathroom sink.
"Oh, shit," she Sighed, "I'm sitting in cold water…"
"I've got to get out of here," I said.
I had already been gone way too long. Hoag, her husband, was bound to be suspicious. Maybe he was already on his way upstairs, to check out his supposedly "dizzy" wife.
"Don't leave me," his wife pleaded.
I’ve got to get back to the party, baby," I said. "Or else there will definitely be trouble. I can't tell him I came up here to lie down too, you know." "You're wonderful," she moaned, clutching me by the waist with one hand and massaging my weary prick with the other. I pulled it away from her grip.
She looked pretty absurd, sitting there in the sink with her skirt pulled up and her pussy showing. I stuck my hand down there and tugged on her bush, and then lifted her up and down to the floor.
She reluctantly dropped her skirt to a decent level and stretched up to give me a gentle kiss on the mouth. I slapped her on her firm fanny and stepped back to the door.
"See you later, baby," I whispered, and silently opened the door. I scurried down the staircase, brushing myself off, trying to look like nothing had happened.
Downstairs, they hadn't even missed me. In fact, one of the guests. Miss Jobert, had already gone home.
"She wasn't feeling too well, apparently," Miss Honeywell explained, as I sat down beside her.
"I wonder if there's a bug going around," I said, thinking of Mrs. Hoag's supposed illness.
"What's that?"
"Wasn't Mrs. Hoag feeling poorly too?"
"Oh, that's right. I hope it isn't the flu. I might have caught it too then, since I kissed her earlier, when she met me at the door."
"You're not the only one,” I mumbled, then smiled at her. "So you teach-what was it?-science?" "Yes, that's right. Science is my field, Mr. Eastman." She smiled back at me, then downed her drink. Her chest rose as she gulped at the liquid. The woman was fantastically bosomy. And those eyeglasses she wore somehow seemed to add to the erotic air she gave off. But this wasn't the time for those thoughts. I was too tired. "And how did your day go, Mr. Eastman? Did you get to teach any classes yet?"
I quickly lifted my gaze from her bustline. "Yes, I did catch my last class."
"And how did you like your students?" “They seemed nice enough. They might have been a little afraid of me, but that will change."
"I'm sure it will. And I bet you found them rather attractive, did you, Mr. Eastman?" She winked at me.
"Ah, yes, attractive. They are quite presentable, I must admit Those tight sweaters and short skirts they wear are quite becoming…"
"Ha! They're rather naughty outfits, in my opinion," the woman laughed. "I mean to say, those skirts are so short that if they bend over their private parts are just about hanging out for the world to see."
"Ha, ha, but there haven't been any men, young men that is, around here for you to worry about that."
"Yes, but now there's you."
"Oh, well, I can assure you, Miss Honeywell, that my intentions here are honorable, strictly educational that is to say. And besides that, I really don't have much interest in such young women. I like adults, mature women, women who know something about the world… like you. Miss Honeywell."
She cleared her throat, and her eyes fluttered embarassedly. "Yes, yes, I'm sure of that."
"How did you come to be a science teacher? I mean, do you really enjoy all that fooling around with frogs and chemicals and what have you? I never cared for it myself. Grammar struck me as a good deal less messy."
"Oh, I love science. It's both my vocation and my avocation. It's my only passion in life."
"Is that so?" I said, wondering whether I had finally found a Mountainview female who was not solely and overwhelmingly interested in fucking. "And what aspects in particular interest you, Miss Honeywell?"
"I enjoy botany and geology the most, it's so easy to make field studies in those two sciences. You just go outside. As a matter of fact, I'm planning a nature hike tomorrow morning. To collect specimens and so forth."
"Really? That sounds most interesting."
She pushed her glasses back on her nose and smiled nervously. "Perhaps, Mr. Eastman, you would like to join me tomorrow? You could see how lovely this area is. The woods are beautiful at this time of year."
"I don't doubt it… a nature hike, eh? It's very nice of you to invite me. I don't know anything about science, so I might be a burden to you."
"It would be…no burden," she said abruptly, and I could see she was secretly anxious to have me go along. My assumption that sex was not foremost in her mind might just have been a little hasty.
"I suppose you could teach me what I needed to know, about the flora and fauna, I mean."
"Of course. I am a teacher, after all."
"That's right," I laughed. "Aren't we all! Well, I'd be very happy to go on the hike with you."
"Fine. I shall pick you up at your house in the morning.",,
"Do you know where I'm staying."
"Yes." she said. "I know."
I wondered bow she knew, but I didn't ask. I finished my drink and then stood up.
"I better get home now and rest up if I intend to tramp around in the woods tomorrow."
Hoag came over just then. "Can I get you another drink, Eastman?" he asked.
"No, I think I should start home now. It was a lovely party. Thanks so much for your hospitality."
I said goodbye to everyone and went to the door. Hoag walked me over.
"Say good night to your wife for me, Mr. Hoag. I'm sorry she's not feeling well."
"I'm sure she'll be all right. She doesn't have a very strong constitution, I'm afraid."
Little did he know! I started down the steps, but Hoag called out to me, "We're happy to have you with us, Mr. Eastman. I'm sure it will all work out just fine, and you will become a shining credit to the school."
"Thank you," I called back, wondering to myself what he would be saying if he knew that I had already fucked his wife and his secretary.