I walked down the path to my car, yawning and stretching my arms out at the stars. The mountain air was quite cold by now. I got into my car and drove down the dark road back to my new home. Just a short distance down from my driveway there was a lemon-yellow Volkswagen. I didn’t know what it was doing there, but I wasn't in the mood to worry about it. I went inside, stumbled into the kitchen and got a glass of cold water to take with two aspirin. Still in the kitchen, I started taking my clothes off, getting ready to flop down in bed as soon as I got there. Only my socks were still on when I pushed through the bedroom door. Somnolently dragging back the covers, I descended to the mattress, eyes closing. Silence. And then a warm, dainty hand touched me low on the chest. I shot up, stunned, and turned on the light on the nightstand. Beside me, in bed, was Miss Jobert, the French teacher. She was, as the saying goes, wearing nothing more than a smile. "What the hell’s going on?" I inquired testify, rather annoyed by this intrusion. “Consider me a welcome to Mountainview present," she answered, smiling radiantly. The blanket fell off of her and a pair of melon-shaped pink titties hung out into view. She took my hand and placed it firmly against them. "So, welcome to Mountainview," she said. "Miss Jobert, I wanted to get some sleep. I've had a long day-if you only knew-and I need rest." "Oh, do not be so unfriendly." "Why don't you go home to your own bed, like a nice, respectable mademoiselle." "But I am lonely." "Go home and watch television. I'm sure there's a late movie on you can watch." "But I am also horny." "So go home and finger your cunt!" "Oh, but why you don't do that to me yourself? Ooh la la, your body is so nice, nicer than I expected even. Your cock, it is a nice long one, too! How would you like me to give it some French loving? What you call in English the blowjob. Yes, wouldn't you like it?" She held her delicate hand over me and touched the head of my flaccid cock with the tips of her fingers. I heaved a sigh and settled back on my pillow, as she slowly leaned down till her lovely face touched my pubic hair. Her tongue crept out and licked at the curly bush. She closed her teeth on the hairs and tugged. Her fingers strayed over my prick and balls, tickling them, pinching them, making them both start to inflate with excitement. She finally took the cock into her mouth, and pulled and stretched it till, despite my exhaustion, I soon had a full-fledged erection going. She sucked and slurped, and I stroked her golden hair, staring at her small mouth stretched and packed full with the length of my glistening cock. I stared with mindless fascination, detached and sleepy, like in a dream as she applied all the tricks in the book, scratching and sucking and biting and swallowing it all down her deep, delightful French throat. Up, she would go, to the tip of the head, inhale, then again completely recover it with her drooling mouth. Her fingers played with my tightly packed testicles, and with the thick hairs that grew down to my asshole. She dug one long-nailed digit into my anus, pushed it in to the knuckle and jerked it in and out as she ate my rod. Neither of us said anything as several minutes passed. She just sucked me off, and I watched. I would have been content to leave it like that, but of course she wanted much more from me. She started moving the twin globes of her pert ass in my face. I grabbed the closest leg and reluctantly passed it across me, opening an unusually hairy black jungle that ran in one continuous thick clump from the tip of her cunt to all around her pink asshole and higher, right to the top of her butt. I slapped her left cheek, hard as I could. She squeaked and shook the injured ass at me. I slapped her there twice more, then pinched her with both hands and dropped the whole wet, thickly weeded mess right onto my outstretched tongue. I teased the moist cleft and its aching clit with a quick dabbing in-and-out motion, making her jerk spasmodically and suck in harder on my cock. I spit on the black vegetation and licked at it, making the hairs matted and stuck to the inner folds of her cunt.
God, she was hairy! I pulled straight the sticky curled strands around her asshole and stuck my tongue in there, smashing it against the pouty opening.
The pressure in my balls began to climb. It was getting near to climax time. I anxiously ran my hands up and down her naked hips, spreading her rear and pushing it tighter against my open mouth and flaring nostrils. I sucked in the sweet, heady odor of her Gallic honeypot, and licked off the white secretion that seeped out and clung to the trembling nether walls of that sexy twat. I wagged my tongue with increasing speed now, as I felt the peak coming, again and again making those long swabs at her hair-lined cunt lips and back and forth over a tinglingly erect, ruby red clitoris. Her mouth was fully covering my nearly ejaculating dick, her lips against the wet curls of my pubic hair. My hands kneaded and squeezed her round ass, parted and closed the cheeks against my nose, my nose stuck flat into her anus. Her orgasm transferred through to me, made me shiver excitedly. On and on it went. She rolled and twisted her lips around the axis of my bucking loins, and I bashed my long, greased tongue in and out of the girl's wide-open tunnel, across the soft landscape, up and down, pinching her warm, soft ass in my fists at the same time, jabbing my nails against her asshole. "Unnnggg! Ahhh!" I snorted, rising to my peak, breathless, exhausted, feeling something very close to pain from all of this incredible pleasure. I wasn't a teenager any more, and this much exertion was just a little beyond my ability. But she sucked, and I sucked, and waves of delicious pleasure surged through our sweating bodies. Miss Jobert groaned and squirmed and inhaled the first spurt of my come as I finally gave in to her attack and came. I shot far down her sucking throat, and her pussy bucked and jerked above my face. White secretion flowed into my mouth, and I drank it down. I dug my nails deep inside her ass and held her tight as she trembled in ecstasy. She finally uncovered my cock and then licked up all the residue come, up and down the shaft and over the balls and pubic hair wherever the seed had dribbled. When she was all done she rolled onto her side and smacked her lips, like she had just finished a delicious French gourmet meal. She sighed contentedly. I lay back quietly and watched her. She smiled at me and opened her ass wide, snuggling it closer against my face again, so that her asshole pressed against my left cheek. It was a little hard, I was so out of breath by then. "Oh, so nice," she sighed again. "Oh, you suck a cunt so nice, so beautiful…" I chuckled wearily and gave her a kiss on the ass. "Yes, and such a big cock for me to nibble on… oh yes, I am very lucky…" "Come on, get up here and kiss me," I said. I reached up and switched the light off. She climbed under the covers beside me. We kissed, and my hands lifted and caressed her taut, firm breasts, my thumbs pushing in on the distended pink nipples. She squeezed on my biceps, kissing and biting me on the neck as she did. "Are you planning to stay the night?" I asked her, wondering if I would ever get any sleep. She ran a hand down to my wilted cock and patted it tenderly. "Do you think we can get that working for me again, mon cher?" she asked me. "I believe it needs a long rest, to tell you the truth. It's been a little overworked lately." "Ah, then I suppose there is no reason for me to be staying all night and risking the scandal, eh” "Yeah, that's what I was thinking, baby." "But I shall not leave you for a while. Perhaps you get inspired by my presence and wish to make love a second time." She kissed me on the chest, then on the lips. Then she slipped her head under the covers and crawled down to kiss me on the balls. Then she slipped back up beside me and snuggled close, telling me to go to sleep. Believe me, I jumped at the chance. But I was not destined to sleep for very long. Sometimes, when I think back on my stay at Mountainview School for Girls, it seems like I never did sleep, like I did nothing but fuck and fuck. It was a madhouse, no doubt about that, filled with the horniest chicks in the world, and all of their desires suddenly centering around poor me. It may seem an envious position, to be the only man among an assortment of lovely chicks of all ages, but after awhile fucking starts to seem as bad as any other form of manual labor. Anyway, it seemed like I had only just fallen off to sleep when Iwas awakened by a strange feeling in my groin. It was like I was having a very vivid wet dream, but when my eyes drowsily opened halfway, I saw that this wet dream was quite, quite real. Pleasant vibes rolled up over me. Miss Jobert was there below me, straddling my waist, squatting over me like she was atop a horse. Dammit! Even my falling asleep didn’t discourage the horny bitch. And she must have worked pretty hard to get me so hard while I was passed out. She ground her ass around and around, nodding her head, moaning, stroking the front of her dripping cunt. I was really throbbing. And she was enjoying my tremendous erection, sticking it into her cunt, jumping up and down and moving around and around, so that it caressed her parted vagina in every possible itchy spot. She lifted up, parted her thighs even more, and finally let the dick sink all the way into the depths of her hot, wet pit. It slid in with a liquid squeak, the sound of which was magnified in that silent room. She started humping faster, lifting herself up and down on my erect penis, letting the full, now wide-awake organ go in and out at a faster and faster pace. "Gaaaaa!" she groaned, digging her nails into my thighs, shaking herself crazily. "Not so rough," I growled, surprising her. "Oh, you're awake," she moaned. She looked back at me, said nothing more, only continued to pump, up and down, higher and higher, like she was a cowgirl riding a bucking bronco. I gave in to the attack and put my hands behind my head, watching the show like a bystander. It went on for several minutes,, with me gradually getting wetter and more enthralled, and the French teacher becoming absolutely unhinged as she started to come, thrashing and moaning, clawing at my bare hips and thighs. "Do it, baby!" I whooped, no longer a bystander, much less detached as her tight, churning cunt had its way on me, brought the come in my balls to a boil. Any second now I was going to blast her insides with fresh, hot sperm. "Come, come!" Miss Jobert growled at me. "Ohhhh! Yes, I want it, I want it!" And then I gave it to her, and, to my great surprise, plenty of it. Sperm shot into her damp, tight quim and seemed to sail up through her system, into her stomach. I closed my eyes and writhed around under her, enjoying the heated ecstasy for what seemed like the hundredth time that day. Just then, someone yelled from outside the house somewhere: "Mr. Eastman! Mr. Eastman!" "Who the fuck is that?" I whispered harshly, pumping my last drop into the French teacher's cunt. It was a woman's voice, but beyond that I hadn't a clue to her identity, or her motivation for crawling around outside my window in the middle of the night. "Mr. Eastman! Where are you?" "Who could it be?" asked Miss Jobert. "I don't know!" "It's me," the voice said in answer, "Miss Honeywell. Are you awake?" "Oh, Christ, what is she doing here? It's… what fucking time is it, anyway?" I looked at my watch and saw that it was nearly six a.m. I suddenly remembered my date to go nature hiking with the science teacher. But I didn't think she would come around before the sun had even come up. A shadowy figure loomed up against my bedroom window. Miss Honeywell was apparently going to risk a breaking and entering charge in order to roust me out of bed. "Oh, what does she want?" Miss Jobert pouted^ still pumping away slowly on my prick. "She wants me, I guess. You better get off of me quick before she sees you. She's looking in the window… she'll see you in another second. Hurry." I pushed her off my lap and shoved her onto the floor on the far side of the bed, away from the window. "Go on, crawl out of here. Miss Honeywell is coming in now, she'll see you, baby." Miss Jobert did not like those instructions one bit, but Miss Honeywell already had the window half open, so she complied and scurried out of the room. "Miss Honeywell, what are you doing there?" I called out in a perplexed tone. She leaned through the open window. The woman was wearing a pith helmet. "Uh, what is it you want at this hour, dear?" "Don't you remember, we were supposed to go on a hike this morning?" she said. "Yes, yes, that's right…but shit, all nature must be asleep at this hour." "No, no, we must be going if we're going. We've plenty of distance to cover, Mr. Eastman." she said. She turned on a light near the window and started to climb inside. "Yes, this is certainly the best time, just around dawn, to observe nature in the raw." "I'm sure," I sighed, remembering tteen that I too was in the raw, and clutching at my still somewhat still member. "You don't mind if I come in through the window, do you, Mr. Eastman? I mean, it wouldn't seem too unseemly to you, for me to make such an entrance?" "No, no, think nothing of it. Why should I mind you coming into my bedroom through the window at dawn?" "Good. I can make us some coffee while you get ready," she said, throwing first one leg through then the other. She was wearing a real Jungle Jane outfit of tight khaki pants, short bush jacket and the aforementioned pith helmet, and of course her tortoise-shell eyeglasses. Even under the bulk of that bush jacket her huge titties remained entirely noticeable and exciting, especially to me just then with my cock out and tingling-tired though it was. The bitch kind of got on my nerves, with her self-satisfied air, and that Girl Scout approach. No matter how exhausted I am, I seldom miss a chance to put that type in her place. And her place as I see it, is close to my cock, ready and willing to do what I say. I absently pushed the sheets down the rest of the way off me, to my feet. I stretched my nude body out until it finally caught her eye. She straightened out before the window, and I saw her lick her lips and stare hard at that moist hose hanging down between my legs. Just as shewas looking at it, I moved my hand up and scratched it, just below the head, pushing the shaft from side to side. She kept on looking, unable to avert her eyes. This excited me, and I started to stroke myself slowly, sensually, to be sure, just enough to bring some life to it. Her mouth dropped open and she started sliding across the floor, towards the door. "You going to make that coffee now. Miss Honeywell?" I asked her in a calm tone. "Y-yes," she said, not taking her eyes off of my cock. I squeezed it harder, and really started jerking up and down now, making it swell considerably. She suddenly stopped by the doorway and put both her hands on her hips. She pouted at me sternly. "Just… just what are you d-doing there. Mr. Eastman? I mean, for heaven's sake!" "What? What do you mean? Where?" "Th-there. With your… thing!" "You mean my cock?" "Y-yes." "Well, I was just… you know, jerking myself off, Miss Honeywell. I do that every morning. It kind of starts off my day for me, gets the adrenelin rolling, if you see what I mean. Some people get out and run a mile or do pushups. I just play with my cock, and it's more fun than those other things." Miss Honeywell was rattier put on by the spectacle of me masturbating,and probabiy not impressed by my explanation. "Well, really, Mr. Eastman, having studied the functions of the human body, I cannot see any physical reason why anyone should… uh, abuse himself in such a way, except, perhaps, simply for personal gratification…" "Yeah, that's why I do it. Personal gratifying," I proclaimed, beating away at my meat. "Of course, it's much more gratifying if it's done with a partner, a member of the opposite sex, such as yourself, dear." She stared hard at my growing prick, raising her eyebrows and swallowing loudly. "Am I… am I embarrassing you, Miss Honeywell?" "Em-embarrassing me? No, no, of course not, I'm a mature person, and as I said, I certainly know all of the functions of the human body, even the unnecessary ones." I laughed softly and wagged a finger at her. "Yes, I bet you know all about it. In fact, I have a hunch you do something similar yourself." "What?" "You heard me," I said. "I bet you do a little masturbating too, when the mood hits you, stick your fingers in your pussy and work up a lather." She coughed nervously and cleared her throat. "I… I can't believe you're speaking to me this way…I don't think this is a suitable topic at all…” "There's nothing to be embarrassed about, as you said. We can admit things like that" "But really, I mean to say…" I continued pumping my rod. Sperm was swelling out of it now. I was quite turned on, jerking off in front of this outwardly prim and proper young schoolmarm with the very big tits I very much wanted to fondle. I whispered sexily, "You can be frank with me, Miss Honeywell. I'm being frank with you. You can answer me yes or no whether you masturbate from time to time." She heaved a nervous sigh and nodded, head fluttering. "I… I suppose I might, occasionally. But only… only when I'm taking a bath." "Ah, that's interesting. Never in bed, eh?" "No." "Yes," I said, closing my eyes and smiling at a mental image, "I can see you now, scrubbing away, a bar of soap jammed up your pussy hole, making you come and making you clean at the same time." "Please, don't be vulgar!" Well, she acted like her sense of decency was outraged, but she certainly didn't move from the spot where she was standing, with a good view of my erect cock which she took advantage of, staring intently. It was time to take action with this Victorian-style spinster and her sense of propriety. "Come over here," I said. “What? I… I have to make the coffee. If you still intend to go with me you better be getting ready… unless you don't intend to…" "Of course I'm going with you, I wouldn't miss it. But first, let's have a little fun. Come on, you'll enjoy it. Really you will. Sit down here next to me." She moved towards me with a hesitant step, gazing down at my extended pole, glistening with semen, stretching and wagging out from my fist. She reached a point a few inches from me and I grabbed her left elbow, pulling her down to the bed. "Stop it, Mr. Eastman! What are you doing? What are you doing there with my hand?" "I want you to feel my prick. Doesn't it feel nice. Miss Honeywell? Be honest." I pressed the back of her trembling hand against the middle of my shaft. She started to pull away. I held her, twisting the hand around laying the palm flat against me down there. And all of a sudden she stopped pulling away. She gripped my cock, wet and taut as it was. "You like that, huh?" She gulped loudly. "Y-yes, I suppose so." "What's it feel like?" "I don't know… warm and alive… I've never felt anything quite like it before." "What? You've never touched a prick before?" "No, I haven't." "But… you aren't a virgin, are you? Oh no, it couldn't be, not at your age!" "I did not say I was a virgin, Mr. Eastman. I have had several sexual experiences in the past, at college. I just never happened to touch the man's… organ. Each of those experiences was over rather quickly." "You didn't touch them?” I said, wondering how that could have happened. "But what stopped you? How did they fuck you, from behind or something?" "No, they fucked me-made love to me, in the normal way. I just never happened to touch them while they did it." While she was talking, her hand started going into action, squeezing my tool tight and jerking it slowly up and down, up and down, letting the come drip over her hand. I got what seemed to me a very good idea. While she was jerking me off, I would jerk her off. I asked her if her pussy wasn't aroused by her actions. She was embarrassed by the question, and started to loosen her grip on my joint. I held her wrist and kept it wrapped around me, returned it to the jerking motion, up and down, faster and faster. I put my hands on her belt and undid it. I unbuttoned the tight trousers and pulled their zipper down. She made a weak attempt to stop me, but I deflected it and led her hand back to my cock. She was almost addicted to it now, stroking away with rising passion. "Lift your ass up," I told her. She raised those lovely, wide buttocks up for a moment and I slid her slacks down to her knees. She was wearing tight, transparent white panties. Slowly, sensually, my hand slid up along her fleshy bare thigh, upward to the smooth nylon crotchband, plump with pubic hair. "Spread your legs, baby." Miss Honeywell did so. I pressed the tips of my fingers under the elastic of the panties and onto the edge of her fat, fluffy vagina. With a sudden jab, taking her by surprise, I poked my middle finger straight in at the hot moist furrow. She gasped and shivered from the thrill of it, closing her thighs against me and at the same time increasing the speed with which she pumped my throbbing prick. She screamed for me to push my finger in further, deeper inside her pussy. I straightened the finger, pushing it in deeper, up into the trembling, dark passage. Her groin shook convulsively. I stuck my index finger into the gash. at the tip, touching the hardened bud of her clitoris, and I played with it, teased it, quickly making her utterly delirious with feelings of lust. "Oh God," she moaned, abandoning my cock and peeling her panties down over the wide curve of her milky-white hips. "God, I'm so hot… all of a sudden!" I helped her with the panties, pulling them down to her knees. Her thick, fleecy black pubic triangle was in full view, dewy with the liquid of her bottled-up passion, I rolled my free hand over it and tugged on the hard, tangled hairs. She squeaked in 1 sheer delight and lay back on the bed, opening her thighs to their apex, and exhibiting an enormous, juice-drenched fuckhole that I quickly bent down to and kissed right in its sopping pink center. I licked up all the white foam and swallowed it down, and then I kissed it some more, opening the labes with my fingers and pressing my lips right into the funnel, a hot and undulating passage. Miss Honeywell giggled. She groaned. She shook her hips in an aggravated rhythm, and clutched at my hair, pulling me into her with violent abandon. I lapped at her womanhood with mounting speed and enjoyment. It was fresh and sweet and sexy, and I dragged my lips right over every square inch of it, licking with faster and faster strokes, making her cry out and claw at me and shudder. "Ahhhh! That feels so good… oh yes, yes, my pussy feels so very nice… so hot, yes, your tongue, lick me, lick that hole of mine…" I kept my face in her hot, flared cunt for another minute or two, riding her bucking loins like a cowboy. Then I climbed up on the bed and thrust my cock in her direction. It was still rigid and throbbing. I shoved my organ back at her. Her hands dived for it, and caught it around the base. She ran her fingers around and pulled it towards her hungrily. She drew in a deep breath as I resumed my cunt-lapping and she started jerking the rock-hard cock up and down at a tremendous clip. White foam poured around the mouth of her cunt, a mad-dog froth I gobbled up like it was nectar. She shook again, her whole body vibrating with the sensations she was feeling in her center, that quivering blood-red sex hole. She screamed all the while, and she jerked on my swollen rod, with both hands, one on top of the other. "Such a big cock!” she screamed. "Such a lovely one! Ohhh! Eat me, eat my pussy!" Harder and faster she pumped me. I snorted and gasped with the feel of impending release sweeping over me. And I kept on licking at the fire-hot wetness of her lush vagina. We rolled and twisted on the bed like beached fish. "I'm gonna come. Miss Honeywell?" I shouted at her. "Get ready for it!" "Yes, yes, come on me! Let it go all over me!" she groaned back frantically. She jerked up and down several more times, and then my prick spit its white fuel, gob after gob of the hot liquid, and it splashed on her face, into her hair. She threw her tongue out and licked at it furiously, her eyes closed, flying through the white clouds of orgasm. I had my mouth and three fingers plying her depths in furious circles, in and around and around. My prick shot a final burst, but she wasn’t satisfied, and she primed it and shook it for more. When she realized I had given her all I had, she rubbed her hands over what was there, smearing the white goo all over her face and down her neck, staining her bush jacket. "I… I never felt anything quite… my pussy, it just… came all alive, Mr. Eastman…" "Glad you enjoyed it." She nervously asked me if I was going to fuck her, too, but I put her off for the time being, telling her I was worn out, I continued to finger her vibrating lovehole. It was big and taut and roomy, with those thick lips lined with long, curly black hairs. I still had a few of the latter stuck between my teeth. She told me to move my hands faster. Obviously, she wasn't ready to come down to earth yet. So I pushed half my hand into her cunt and revolved it, moving it faster and with more pressure, till she was squirming and moaning and clawing at me. She ground around with intense arousal. Her cunt was drenched with her own passion juice. "Yes, yes, oh God, that's good, Mr. Eastman! Ahhhh!" Round and round my fist went, circling within the wet folds of flesh, wedging itself inside, the dripping pinkness. Miss Honeywell gritted her teeth and made strange blowing noises. Her nostrils flared wildly. She flung her head back and gasped like an epileptic. Her thighs smacked together, holding my hand tight where it was. I laughed at the melodramatics she was going through on the bed, writhing and panting like she was possessed by the devil II or someone of that ilk. It couldn't go on forever, however, because my hand was starting to get cramped. In another minute, I forcibly plucked my hand out from her heat and stood up off the bed. "What are you doing?" she whimpered. "Why did you stop? Youmustn't stop…" "We've got to get out on that hike, remember? And I've got to take a shower.” She glared at me, still thrashing about on the bed, her legs clutched tightly together. Suddenly, she threw her own hand into that convulsive cavern, sticking it violently and deeply up her hole and jerking away madly. I watched her jerking herself off for a minute, and then I went into the bathroom, taking some clothes with me. When I came out, she was still wrestling with her pussy. I asked her if she wanted some coffee, and between gasps, she said yes. I went out to the kitchen, laughing. When Miss Honeywell got turned on, I was thinking, she really turned on. While I was pouring the coffee, she came out. Her clothes were all back in their right places. Only the come stains on her bush jacket showed any evidence of her recent adventure. She sat down at the table beside me. "Feeling okay?" I said. She nodded, but kept her head low, sipping at the coffee. I told her not to be embarrassed. "You enjoyed it, right? Well that's all that counts. Miss Honeywell, really." "I suppose." "Then stop looking so glum. Smile, Enjoy life." She pushed her eyeglasses further back on her nose. She cleared her throat and smiled tentatively. "Thafs the girl," I said.
Our trip into the woods was pleasant if not spectacular. She pointed out every genus and variety of tree, flower, shrub, and insect we happened to cross on our upward stroll. The air was fresh and clean, invigorating despite my lack of sleep and recent overexertion. Miss Honeywell, anyway, was in fine form, marching like a soldier. When we finally reached the top of the mountain, we rested. And not a moment too soon for me. Miss Honeywell dug into her canvas bag and took out a small thermos of iced tea. She unscrewed the top and filled it I gulped it down when she offered it to me. Then she had some, and I looked out at the view. You could see out for miles, down the sloping mountain, across the woods, all the way to the town and beyond. "That's the school down there, do you see it?" she said, pointing below us. "Ah, yes… and what are those two buildings?" "Those are the dormitories. For the girls." "Oh yes… I shall have to make a visit Idown there some time soon, I think." I chuckled deviously. "I hope, Mr. Eastman, you aren't implying any intentions towards our girls. That would really be bad form. Mr. Eastman. I can tell you. These girls are not that sort." "Yes," I said deadpan. "I see what you mean. Miss Honeywell. Forget what I said. Didn't mean anything." "Yes. I hope not." We went on, tramping our way through the woods. We came at long last to a narrow stream. "It's lovely, isn't it, Mr. Eastman? I often come here to swim in the spring and fall." "Is that so? Hey, why don't we take a dip now? I'm in need of some refreshment." "Oh, but we didn't bring any swimsuits." "Now now, don't go getting prudish on me again, Miss Honeywell. Not after what we've done together." "You… you think we should go in bare?" "Sure," I said. "Come on!" And I started peeling off my clothes. Miss Honeywell watched me for a few seconds, and when she was convinced I was serious, she made up her mind and started to undress too. I watched each item of clothing come off, and got my long-awaited first glimpse of her fabulous tittles. They were, as expected, huge, wide and full, tilting out like glorious warheads, with long, bright red nipples and wide aureoles. "Come on, baby," I said, holding my hand out to her. She took it, and we stepped into the water. It was pretty damned cold. "Brrr! Shit, is it always this cold when you swim here?" I asked her, shivering wildly at first. "Yes, yes," she answered stretching her arms and swinging her tits from side to side. "I love it like this… so cold, it’s exhilarating!" "Sure it is," I shivered some more. We moved into deeper water, against my better judgement, till we were up almost to our shoulders. Miss Honeywell’s enormous boobs floated up in front of her. I swam up and rested my head on them. She laughed. I embraced her, and felt a delicious thrill as my cock slapped up against the soft, round belly. I put my hand between us, and tugged on her soft, round belly. I put my hand between us, and tugged on her soft bush as it drifted out in the water, uncurled and silky. "Hey, I'm not feeling so cold any more," I told her, cuddling up close, kissing her on the ear. "Neither… am I," she said quietly. I lifted up her left boob and caressed it with my tongue. I bit down on the nipple, and felt it stiffen even more, fighting my attack. "It… it's so nice here." Miss Honeywell muttered shyly, not knowing what to say in such circumstances, I guess. But that was all right with me. We communicated best on a non-verbal level, I felt. With her mouth shut she was quite a woman, full of soft flesh and fire. My prick rapidly went stiff against her lush body, the head swelling out and up, pressing against the plump, soft curve of her tummy. She rubbed her stomach against me, delighting in the sexy feel of my cock on her skin. Very carefully, so as not to damage it, I suppose, she reached down and felt the head of my prick. When she touched it, her whole body shivered. Her nostrils flared and she gulped loudly. Then she squeezed it again, and her fingers moved down along the long shaft, right down to the edge of my balls, which she stretched her fingers towards and scratched. "Shit, that's nice," I moaned, grinding up tighter, letting my balls slap against her pussy hair. "Are you… are you going to fuck me, Mr. Eastman?" she asked, in a tone of awe. "You want me to, don't you, baby?” I smiled. I wanted to hear her say it, to admit it to herself as well as to me. She closed her eyes and shook her head. "Yes… oh yes, I want to be fucked!" "Ha ha! Then I'll be happy to oblige!" I put my hands under her wide buttocks and lifted her up in the water. She spread her legs and locked them around my waist. I reached in for my prick and bent it till it touched the edge of her pussy. She gasped, and shuddered in my arms, in my arms as I fed the cock up into her clenching channel. Her fingers dug into my naked shoulder. Her eyes closed. Her ass cheeks vibrated and splashed water over us. "No, don't close your eyes. Miss Honeywell. Open them. Look at me when I fuck you. Look at me and tell me what you feel. Tell me, baby, tell me." "It feels…it feels so very good, oh yes, wonderful… all the way, put it in all the way…" I let her slide onto me the rest of the way. She shook all over. I spread her cheeks and lifted her in a rhythmic bounce» up and down on my cock. "Ugggg! Yes, yes, fuck me! Oh, Mr. Eastman, your cock feels so good, so hard, so big…" I rammed into her, harder and harder, creating waves in the water, splashing about us from the pressure of each plunge. Again and again I shoved up into her frantic pussy. It clung tightly to me, little teeth clawing along my shaft as it worked its way in and out. "Yes, yes, yes! Fuck my cunt!" the generally prim young lady shouted wildly. I bounced her up and down for a while, but she became so unhinged that we kept slipping deeper into the water. It got so I was afraid we would drown, so I told her to come out and we would continue on dry land. We flattened out her bush jacket and she stretched out on it. She opened her cunt for me, and it was obvious what she wanted right then. So I got down on my side below her and pressed my face in between her fleshy thighs. I pecked at the thighs, pulling on the soft skin there, working my way slowly towards her wet, undulating pussy. I pushed my tongue towards it, touching the hairs that ran along the sides of the labes. I dragged my tongue across the hot womanhood, and I pushed on into the hole, licking in short, hard jabs around and around, in and out, making her jump and spasm. All around I moved my tongue, lashing and digging, slapping and burrowing into the wet recesses of my lovely, horny science teacher. Her knees smashed against my ears, locking my head in tight against her with her thighs. A little tighter and she would be choking the air out of me-but what a way to go! Smothered by beautiful pussy. Her outsized clitoris was growing tauter and tauter each time I licked at it, caressed it carefully and elegantly with my long tongue. I looked up at her to see how she was taking it all, and I saw a face all contorted with pleasure. She was grinding her teeth and closing her eyes tight, wrinkling her nose up, snorting and whining. And she was coming like crazy, drooling milky come all over my face. "Yes, yes, eat me! Tongue me! Oh, that's lovely!" she cried out. "It's wonderful! It feels so…" I lapped on, with increasing speed, breaking all records, or so it seemed from the strain my tongue was feeling. The tough, flexing jaws of her pussy closed and opened and clamped down on my inserted face like she was biting at me, trying to chop my tongue off and keep it forever. I felt my own cock growing back to the erect state once more, so excited was I by the smell and taste of her cunt as well as her tumultous reaction to my sucking. She stroked my hair and touched my face, even stretched a couple of fingers in to touch my lips and tongue, to see what exactly was causing her cunt so much pleasure. She screamed out loud, and an onlooker might?have thought I was literally devouring that humming, quaking pussy, causing her pain instead of sweet pleasure. Around and r around in tight circles my tongue moved through her clutching, quivering crotch. She lurched up, practically into the air, and twisted me around sideways with her, keeping me locked between her wet, tingling thighs. It was hard for me to keep on sucking, like swimming through a storm at sea. I stroked and stroked, snorting in my breath, trying to keep from being crushed by the waves of her orgasm. "Oh! Oh! Ahhhhhh!" she groaned. "Oh, fucking god! I'm… I'm coming, Mr. Eastman, I'm really coming!" As if I didn't know! But my tongue wasn't?going to hold out for much longer. I licked for another minute, till she was past the peak of this particular climax, then I slowed my oral attack, and slowly slid my tongue and face out from the girl's hot, hot box. My cock was far from worn out, and I thought it was about time I went inside her with something harder and larger than my tongue. She had had a taste of it in the water before, but now I was up and throbbing, and ready to give her my best, if she could stop shaking long enough to take it. "Miss Honeywell," I sighed, "I have sucked a lot of cunts in my time, but you have got to be one of the most memorable. No, I correct myself, the most memorable!" "Th-thank you," she said, just a trace of shame in her voice, but not much, not now, after she had a taste of what real sexual ecstasy could be. In fact, I had a good idea that I had made another convert to the ranks of promiscuity. There was no telling what Miss Honeywell would need to satisfy her after I got done. It often happens that way when a woman holds out from regular sexual activity till she's thirty or more. Those are the ones you have to watch out for, if you value your health and your virility, as I surely do. "But we're only just starting," I told her. "Get ready for the final act, baby." “Fuck me now? Fuck me for real?" she whispered, her body all atremble. "That's the ticket," I said. Just to give you an idea of how horny this chick was, while I sat back away from her, getting into position to fuck her and taking a few deep breaths before I did, she stuck several fingers into her twat, pushing them in deep and revolving them, working up that white lather my sucking duties had already produced. She gasped and moaned and licked at her lips. She made herself so hot that she couldn't even wait for me to catch my breath. Her free hand reached up and grabbed my erect pole, scratching her nails into the base of it, tickling the hairy hanging sacs beneath it. "Hey, take it easy, baby," I cautioned her, afraid she might go out of her skull completely and rip my prick off. She took hold of the cock about midway down and jerked on it, getting the sperm dribbling down so it would be nice and wet when I came to stick it into her. It would have been pure sadism to make her wait any longer, so I shimmied up against the open gash. She kept her hold on my cock even then, and with her other hand encircled my bare, clenching buttocks. She pushed several fingers into the cleft between my cheeks, scratching through the tangled hairs and touching my asshole. "Fuck me, fuck me," she mumbled feverishly. She bent my organ downward, down to the hairy lips and in through the sweating, pulsing portals. The cunt squeezed in on me immediately, and it sent a thrill like an electric shock stinging through my body. I held it there where she caught me, three or four inches inside, and I began to move it around in small circles, around and around a half dozen times or so, loosening her up, building up my strength. And then I lunged up, really giving it to her, driving my entire length into her. She gasped and her head shook about raggedly as she screamed, "Yes, yes, that's -"the way!" I arched back, letting my cock slide out again as far as the head. And then I jammed it all back in on another powerful, violent drive. She tossed about below me, nearly out of her mind from the pleasure of it. Again I arched back, and I could feel her cunt draining its fluid, the sticky juice flowing over her thighs, sticking in the hairs on my testicles,her cunt emptying out as I took my cock out. And then I stabbed the whole throbbing yard back through her boiling, bubbling center. Back and forth, in and out, increasing speed as I gathered my strength, sucked in a deep breath. The long, hard shaft of my cock flowed back and forth through her sexual plumbing like a piston, in and out, again, again. I felt my tides rising, my balls tightening, ready to explode inside that deep channel. I had been through a lot in the past twenty-four hours, and I was not in shape for any sheer endurance tests. But that was all right: Miss Honeywell had gotten more than her share of pleasure out of our relationship, and I couldn't be faulted for my performance, no matter how physically exhausted it left me. My pumping still went faster and faster, moving for the finish line. Miss Honeywell widened her thighs as far as she could, leaving her cunt open so far I could sink inside her practically to the hips. I pounded her, again, again, drilling that lovely scientist's orgasmic pussy, feeling her erupt around me, heated, flooded. Now she lifted her ass up off the ground and smacked her groin against mine. It was like two trains crashing together, the force of it rattling through us from head to toe. Her cunt sheathed my stabbing sword right up to the hilt. In and out, fucking, pumping, back and forth. She clawed at my bare back, but I couldn't feel anything but pleasure, flowing up from my crotch, filling my head. On and on it went, there in the woods, by the stream, with nothing but all of nature watching us. All good things must come to an end, and in this case it ended with me coming. Sperm poured out of me, and I pumped up hard against her. Another discharge followed close, even more of the hot liquid this time. It took my breath away. I thought I was going to pass out. Miss Honeywell, needless to say, screamed wildly, her nails gripping my clenching buttocks, holding me tight against her cunt as she caught each burst of sperm. And I still pumped, back and forth, my come ripping through her, turning her insides into a river, flooded with my boiling, steaming essence. At last it subsided. I collapsed in her arms and she held me tightly against her. "Great, just great," I panted inanely at her. "Y-yes," she agreed. I sneezed convulsively, right in her face, sad to say. Then I rolled off of her and sat up. It was really much too chilly on that mountain for lying around in the nude, even though these particular circumstances were worth a certain risk. And I didn't want to catch something that could infect the whole school, and all those fragile teenyboppers. "We better get dressed," I said, and informed her of my fears. "We don’t want to catch pneumonia, Miss Honeywell. I don’t think Mr. Hoag would appreciate that.” "No," she smiled shyly. "I don't suppose he would understand, if we both happened to catch it at the same time. It might make him a little suspicious about the circumstances of this nature hike we've taken." "Is Mr. Hoag the suspicious type?" "In a way." "What way?" "Oh, he changes. Moody, you might say. Sometimes he is very charming and friendly, the perfect employer or host, like last night, for instance. But he does have a temper. Sometimes, if he becomes angered by a student or a teacher he can become almost violent. Sometimes, very violent." "Like when?" "Well, once he thrashed a girl, actually struck her several times. She had done something wrong, some minor infringement of the rules, and he was scolding her in his office. She became surly, or so he claims, and he slapped her. She then used some vile language on him and he began to beat her, slapping her in the face and punching her in the chest." "What did the girl do?" "Nothing, as far as I know. She wasn't very big, no, a very petite girl, as I recall, and I suppose she was so shocked by what was happening that she couldn't think to do anything except try and protect herself. Well, really," Miss Honeywell sighed, "it was quite an extraordinary thing to have happen, unprecedented you might say." "Who broke up this weird brawl?" "His secretary and the receptionist heard the commotion and looked in. Mr. Hoag fell back away from the girl, and he was all pink-I mean, pinker than he usually is. He was shaken, and the receptionist thought he was having a stroke." "And what about the girl?" "Yes, the girl… when they came in, she was curled up under a chair. The odd thing was, so Linda told me, that the girl had her dress pushed up above her waist, and her panties were halfway down her bottom. They assumed that she had gotten that way during the struggle, and didn't think anything of it. Mr. Hoag, when they get him into his chair, started shouting that the child was a witch and had cursed him and thrown things at him. He told them to take her out and have her expelled at once, sent home. The two women didn't want him any more upset than he was, so they ushered her out, but just as she was leaving, the girl screamed that Mr. Hoag was… a dirty rapist!" "Aha! So the old goat was trying to sow some senile oats on the poor nymphet, but she wouldn't have it. That's very interesting. Puts the old bastard in a whole new light. What did you say the girl's name was?" "Her name? It was Vicki… yes, Vicki Gray." "Vicki Gray," I repeated, storing the name away as I always did interesting information like that; one never knows when it might come in handy. "We didn't believe the girl," Miss Honeywell said, reaching out for some of her articles of clothing. "Linda said she was probably just trying to get even with Hoag for hitting her and expelling her. She never repeated the charge anywhere, so we assumed she was lying. You don't… you don't really think it could be the truth, do you?" "No… no, I doubt it. Why would an old coot like that want one of the young ones? He's got an attractive wife already. She's probably more than enough for him." "I don't think Mrs. Hoag is very happy," she said. "Why not?" I said innocently, knowing quite well one reason why Mrs. Hoag wasn't happy. It took a strapping fellow like myself to bring a little happiness into her lovelorn life. And I think she would have enjoyed a lot more of the same. "I don't think they have a very good marriage. He loves her, I suppose, in his way, but he resents her youth and vitality and his growing infirmity." "Then he should have married somebody, older than he is, then he could always feel young by comparison." Miss Honeywell chuckled. "But men don't usually do that, do they? No, an attractive woman like Mrs. Hoag seemed… well, more attractive to him as a prospective wife." "And why would an attractive woman marry him?" "Oh, I don't like to gossip, Mr. Eastman. But I suppose the fact that Mr. Hoag is a very wealthy man increases his appeal. She is sure to outlive him and at that time she will inherit his fortune. Unless something happens in the meantime to make him turn against her." "What could happen?" I asked guiltily. "I don't know," she shrugged. "Anything. She is a young woman. Women do have certain… cravings. As I have begun to understand more fully, since meeting you." I laughed and gave her a loving kiss on the lips. Then we both stood up and got dressed. And what a relief it was to have clothes on my back again. The chill was beginning to reach my bones. We traced a new path back down the mountain, and again Miss Honeywell pointed out all the local flora and fauna, as if I gave a damn whether we passed a Venus flytrap or plastic flowers. She was an odd one. But one thing was certain, she was indeed every bit as horny as the rest of them at Mountainview. And I had only met the tip of the iceberg. We came down out of the woods onto the road, just fifty yards up from the school. We parted there, as Miss Honeywell said she had to go to the library for some research. She looked around to see if anybody was coming or watching us, then she stole a quick kiss. "Goodbye, Mr. Eastman. It has been… interesting." "So long, Miss Honeywell. Interesting is the word for it." And I turned and walked to my house.