I went back to my classroom and finished those damned book reports. As I've already said they had a monotonous sameness to them.
Except for one. I came upon it towards the end and I had to read it through a couple of times to make sure it was really all there. A certain Miss Sheila James, a Junior year student of mine, wrote a report on a most unusual work of fiction. It was something called A Whip in the Hand and it was about one of those perverted aristo Victorian households where the master believed in disciplining the servants in a peculiar and highly sexual manner. He particularly enjoyed stripping the parlor maids and putting them over his knee, whereupon he would spank and whip them till their pink and round asses were crisscrossed with bright blood marks.
Another of his pastimes was to dress up as a woman and when he was good and aroused from wearing this outfit, he would go to the room of his young sister and anally screw her. And all of that, apparently, took place in only the first chapter. There was much more to come.
The book, as the author of the book report told it, went on to describe certain other of the master's excesses, including coprophilia, that is, his eating of the shit of a beautiful blonde scullery maid, and assorted rapes and murders he perpetrates on the populace of his domain, on and on till an irate father of one of these abused young women sought revenge and shoved a burning poker up the master's ass, literally skewering him and dumping him in the fireplace like some sort of human shish kabob.
Sheila James described these colorful events in graphic detail in her book report, with no punches pulled, much to my surprise and entertainment. The latter part of the book report was supposed to be devoted to the student explaining what effect the book had on her, if she learned anything from it, etcetera. Miss James was quite candid in describing the erotic effect this book had on her.
I quote: "I found the book very exciting. The sexy scenes, which there were plenty of, made my pussy get very damp. Each time the author would describe how big the master's cock was and how he would put it deep inside the cunts of all these girls, well, it just got me very, very wet between the legs, wet and sticky. It got so that I had to lock the door when I read it, so that I could take my panties off and rub my pussy while I read. That was lots of fun, sticking my fingers inside my hole while I read all about the guy with the big cock and all the pink pussies he sticks it into. I started to fantasize that he was sticking it into my cunt and that got me even wetter."
Well, she went on for a couple of hundred, more words, telling me what an experience reading this book was. I was a little shaken. What was in this girl's skull to write and hand in a paper like that? Was she screwy or just horny? I didn't know which, but I knew this deserved investigation. So I wrote at the bottom of the front page, "Very interesting paper. See me in my office after class."
I went to that class with a hearty sense of anticipation. Who was this girl with the wet cunt and the vivid reaction to certain types of literature?
I started passing back the book reports to the various girls. Finally Sheila James came up for hers. Her eyes were on me as she came to the desk for her paper. She turned out to be gorgeous, small but round and fully-curved with long, straight, strawberry blonde hair. She leaned towards me, and picked up the paper with a whispered "thank you." Her voice sounded quite sultry for one of her tender years.
I began my lecture on twentieth century literature and tried to get her out of my mind for the time being. But it wasn't easy, believe me. My eyes kept drifting again and again to her bewitchingly innocent face with that sexy, girlish pout. And she was staring right back at me.
After what seemed a very long while, the final bell rang, and the students scurried out of the classroom. But Miss James came up to my desk and smiled at me.
"You wanted to see me m your office, sir? " she said.
I cleared my throat, trying to find the properly academic voice. "Yes, uh, yes, Sheila, I want to discuss your book report, if you don't mind."
"I don't mind. Where's your office?"
I told her.
"All right, sir. I'll be waiting for you." And with that she left.
I crouched down in my chair and wrestled with my conscience. What was I doing now? This would really jeopardize my career, far more than my previous shenanigans. But how could I resist such a tempting situation? Here was a gorgeous, sexy sixteen-year-old obviously taunting me to fuck her. It was just too much to pass up. If she had been a dog it would been different. But Miss Sheila James had a lush teeny body. I would have to take the risk, there were no two ways about it.
I gathered my papers together and stood up. I took a deep breath and headed out to the hall and down to my office. Sheila was sitting straight and stiff at the edge of a chair when I went in and closed the door behind me. I didn't lock it when I went in. That left me a chance to back out if I got a last-minute dose of scruples.
I sat behind my desk and smiled at her. She smiled back at me.
"Well, let's see now, Sheila, where should we begin?"
"Wherever you like, sir." "Um, yes, yes…," I muttered. I was starting to lose my nerve. I was hoping she would make the first move. "Well, the book you did your report on was a strange one, don't you think, Sheila?"
"Yeah, it sure was strange."
"Do you often read books like that?"
"Oh, sometimes," she said. "When I need to get some excitement. There's not much of that up here, you know. Excitement, that is. Until you got here."
Now we were making progress.
"What do I have to do with it one way or the other?" I asked, leaning forward in my seat.
"Well, maybe you can… excite me, so I won't need to use any stupid dirty books."
"Wouldn't that get me in a whole lot of trouble, Sheila? What if someone found out?"
"So what? It's not that important. I'm not a virgin, after all. You wouldn't be doing anything that hasn't already been done to me before."
I was a little taken aback by her brazenness. I don't know what I expected, but it did make me nervous, the way she came right out with what she wanted or expected.
She ran her tongue over her lips and looked up at me with a fire in her eyes. I circled around her. I mumbled this and that, running my eyes all over her lovely body.
"Yes, that was a very interesting book report," I said, remembering the juicier passages.
My right hand began to drift down, slowly, from her shoulder to her budding breast, and I began to massage it, slowly, with a rhythmic movement, around and around, avoiding the tip at first, saving that for later, cupping the youthfully pert globe in my fingers and pinching and kneading the firm flesh. It had a feel that was out of this world, tingling with the raw sexuality of awakening womanhood.
Now I moved my hand inside the blouse, inside the bra, and then touched the diamond-hard nipple, rolling it on the ball of my finger, back and forth, pressing it in only to let it pop out again stiffer and stronger.
"Ohhhh," the girl moaned. "That's nice…"
She shivered erotically. Her legs began to spread apart, so that her cunt could open up, so that the air could get in at it, fan that fire.
I carefully dipped my free hand down to her thighs and gently I allowed my fingers to creep up towards the warm wetness of her eager young slit.
"Oh God, yes, my pussy, touch it," the girl breathed heatedly. "Touch it… touch my cunt!"
She threw her head back as my fingers touched the edge of her pussy. She moaned softly. Her legs opened wider. To look at her you would have thought she was a thirty-year-old vixen instead of a high school nymphet.
I pressed inward, touching the warm, hair-lined lips and in further to the sweaty hole itself, feeling it swell with a rush of blood. I felt her clitoris bulge up, rigid and tingling wildly. My middle finger came in contact with this hot bud and she began to gasp with delight.
"Ohhhh! Oh, Mr. Eastman, that's so nice, yes, the way you touch my cunt, mmmmm…"
I pressed myself closer to her and increased the pressure on her erogenous zones. My hands, one on her breast and the other on her pussy, began to rub faster, harder and harder across the sensitive beads of her nipples and down at that other bud, her clit. She was building to a climax now, and her hips shook frantically on the chair. She was sweating. Ecstasy was flowing through that sexy body.
My right hand squeezed tighter on her breast, manipulating the nipple still further, rolling it with maddening delight under the ball of my thumb.
"Oh God," she cried. "I'm coming, I'm really coming… it's too much… it's beautiful!"
I increased the strokes of my flashing fingers on her hot, trembling clitoris.
"Ohhhh!" she moaned in a gasped whisper, her body shaking with an almost demonic vibration, like she was possessed by an evil, sexual spirit.
I continued to rub and rub that hard, tingling clit, even as I could see that I was releasing bursting waves of pleasure that must have seared every nerve in her beautiful body. My right hand continued to squeeze and pinch her tender titties, plucking on the nipples, pressing is on them.
Down below, her pussy was pouring a warm, thick liquid all over the place, down onto my wrist and onto the floor. I had seen horny women before, but this was almost ridiculous. Her cunt spewed like a bursting dam.
And still she moaned. "Yes, yes, oh, I'm coming, Mr. Eastman! You make me come so fine!"
"Oh, baby," I laughed back at her, "I bet this is the best lesson any teacher's ever given you, Huh?"
"Mmmmm! Mmmmm!" she groaned, drained of all coherence, only tingling with delicious orgasm.
I slowed my strokes now, as I saw that her first tremendous climax was reaching its peak. I slowed down and then I began to withdraw my sticky fingers, gradually taking them out of her trembling, secreting honeypot.
Sheila James lay back in the chair then, when I had stopped massaging her. She sighed and closed her eyes tight, her nostrils flaring dramatically. One of her hands moved down to her pussy and cupped it, holding it in the warmth and the frenzy of the vibrations still there.
I got up, my bones cracking. I stretched my hands and wrung them to get the cramps out. Yet another debilitating workout that would put me in the grave before my time.
I walked back to my desk, then turned to her and mockingly asked, "Did you enjoy that?"
I don't know why I expected her to feel a little embarrassed by her show of erotic emotion, but she wasn't. She only said that she enjoyed it a whole fuck of a lot, and she wanted more.
"You're still going to fuck me, aren't you? I mean, you can't let me get away with just this…"
"No, of course not," I laughed. "Christ, what would your mother say if she heard you?"
"Search me. She's probably somewhere getting laid right now too, so what's the difference?"
"None, I guess."
"Okay then, stop the chatter," she nodded, her eyes aglitter with lust. "Come on, Mr. Eastman, take your cock out and fuck me!"
"Aren't you worried at all that we might get caught? That Mr. Hoag or somebody might come in here and see you with your pussy hanging out?"
"I don't give a shit, Mr. Eastman. What can they do, throw me out? Great! I'll go somewhere where there's men for a change, no matter what my parents say."
I could see there were probably psychological aspects to her rebellion, and I wasn't interested in learning them, so I didn't ask any more questions.
"Oh, but if you're so worried, then hold on a second… we better do this…"
She got up, stepped to the door and locked it. And to think that before she got to the office I was wondering how I might go about trying to seduce her! Just lucky I wasn't a faggot as some of the gossips were saying, or there would have been even more frustrated females at that blessed Mountainview Girls School.
Now she came forward and stood before my desk.
"Did you like the way my pussy felt, Mr. Eastman?" she asked, gently petting her own muff.
"I believe I did, yes…"
She smiled and nodded her pretty head. Then she lifted her skirt up and hooked her thumbs under the waistband of her tight panties and quickly brought them down to her ankles. She kicked them the rest of the way off. She lifted her leg and put it on the edge of the desk. She put a hand on her cunt, spreading the lips wide and showing me all the juicy bright pink meat that lay within.
"You want some of that, teacher?"
I was speechless. My cock flamed with lust, hardening again so fast that it was positively painful to keep it inside my pants any longer. So I dropped my trousers and my underpants and scurried around to the schoolgirl.
"Here's my pussy all for you," she whispered. "It's all wet and ready, Mr. Eastman."
"It looks that way, all right. You act like you knew all along we'd be here together."
"I had an idea we might. I thought maybe that book report of mine might get you interested and show you that I was-interested, that is."
"So this is all a setup, huh?" I said, laughing at my own self-deluding ego, thinking that I had set the trap for the horny innocent.
"Isn't it neat the way I got you here with me? And now you're gonna do what I want, aren't you, teacher?"
"I guess I am," I laughed again, seeing her stroke her hairy pink pussy and wave it at me.
My prick strained toward the ceiling. I couldn't take my eyes off that juicy, exposed cunt of hers, the way she caressed it and flaunted it, knowing full well what it was doing to me and would do to any man she showed it to. My prick jerked violently, and I clutched it firmly and stroked it slowly, not wishing to spill so much as a single drop of seed before I jammed it inside her lovely lambpit.
She put her leg to the floor now and dropped down on her knees before me. She took hold of my cock at the base and sighed and licked her lips at it.
"Gosh, it's such a big one, I've never seen one this big before, Mr. Eastman, darling. All of my boyfriends had little skinny ones…"
"That's what separates the men from the boys, dear girl," I said, snorting with arousal.
^She nodded her head slowly, smiling. She opened her tiny pink lips, with their dab of womanly lipstick smeared across them, and she pressed the head of my cock into her mouth. Cupping my balls with both hands, she nibbled away.
My juices were leaking, running out of the sides of her mouth, as she fed inch after inch of my organ into her throat. She was built small, but she was very enthusiastic and determined to take me all in.
"That's it, baby, that's the style… remind me to give you an A on your report card for something or other… oral hygiene perhaps…"
She gagged slightly and slipped the prick from her mouth. She coughed and looked up at me dreamily.
"And remind me to give you an A for the taste of your beautiful cock, Mr. Eastman, sir…"
She caught her breath, then stuffed my manhood back into her mouth. Her tongue stroked the underside of the shaft, pressing into the sensitive, blood-gorged veins, licking off the dribbling semen as she went along.
I moaned with full satisfaction, alive with pleasurable sensations. I patted her head, encouraging her, just like a teacher would encourage a struggling student. Of course, in this case she wasn't working on any difficult algebra problem but was sucking away at my stiff prick.
In and out my cock went, as she sucked violently with every part of her mouth, lips and tongue and gums and teeth, caressing and chewing and digging. Her hands moved down and pinched and poked at my balls which were inflamed with passion just as my shaft was, and turned bright red from it. Up and down she moved her lovely, innocent face, up and down off my cock, swallowing it all, rising up, swallowing again, dropping her lips down to the thick base, smacking down solidly so that it made my balls quiver violently.
"Suck, baby, suck! Ohhhh! Yeah, that's the way, that's nice, Sheila, up and down, faster!"
Her fingers moved up along the shaft and when she raised her mouth to the tip, only covering the head, she would rub her hands around it, a brisk massage. And then she recovered the whole yard, swallowing it up good, sucking, inhaling all the swelling sperm. She may have been young, but innocent she certainly wasn't. She knew just how to suck a cock to give the man a real run for his money.
How many other girls were there at Mountain view who were as horny and proficient? Would that be my next step, making student after student, until I had fucked every tight young cunt in my classroom?
"Baby, let me suck your pussy while you eat my cock, okay?" I said to her.
"Yes, yes," she said, unhooking from my spewing prick. "How should we do it?"
"Stand up."
She stood, and I twisted my hands around, grabbing her by the hips, left hand on right hip, right hand on left hip. I bounced her a couple of times, seeing that she was light enough for it.
"Up you go," I said.
"Hey, what are you doing?"
I slowly turned her upside down. Her skirt billowed down to her waist, leaving her ass and cunt completely naked now. I raised her up higher, getting her into position.
"What are you going to do?" she asked nervously.
I turned her around now, so that her cunt faced me. Her face was down before my rigid cock. I saw her tongue stretch out eagerly towards the stiff pole.
"Hold my legs, Sharon."
She held me and we were set, me to suck her and vice versa, all at the same time, and standing up.
"Suck my cock, baby, while I nibble on this wet mess here," I told her. I held tautly to her ass cheeks, making sure she didn't slip out of my grip and crack her skull on the floor. Then she opened her legs, hanging them over my shoulders. I proceeded to dip my tongue in and out of that delicious teenaged pussy. It was wetter than ever and red hot. Her cunt made loud liquid noises as I ran my tongue through it, lapping up the milky foam that was all around. The smell was fantastic, and nearly overwhelming. The first deep breath I took while I was poised over her open pussy made me swoon and my knees buckle. But I regained my balance just in time and continued my assault on her.
"Ohhhh! Oggggg!" she gasped, taking my cock into her mouth and probing it with her tongue.
I dug my tongue all along the smooth, pink valley of her cunt, licking up the foam, digging in on the meat. Her crotch began to palpitate and the white secretion came out now like suds from a dirty sponge. I sucked at this flowing gash, my tongue delightedly slapping and toying with her erect clit.
She groaned and moaned, and as she began to rise to a new peak from the hard slaps of my tongue on her crotch, she sucked harder in her excitement, working more viciously and erotically on the cock meat stuck deep down her throat.
When she reached her climax she threw her head back, disengaging from my hotly climbing cock and crying out with passion. She shook and nearly pulled out of my grip, her hairy pink box spasmed and spewing, opening wider around my face, pulling my features in then gripping my face tightly for several painful seconds there.
"Unggghhh! Don't stop, don't stop! Eat me! Eat my cunt, Mr. Eastman, yes, yes!"
I did as she requested, not that I would have considered any alternative, so tightly was she holding my face into her bubbling, climaxing heat.
And then a new wave swept over her, and she shook more violently, till I did lose my grip on her bottom and she started to slide to the floor at a fast clip. In that split second I tried to get a new hold on her and she tried to grab my leg to stop her fall. I ended up falling backwards, with her body corkscrewed on top of me.
"Owww!" we both cried out, me especially, since she had fallen pretty heavily on my throbbing cock.
"Gosh, I'm sorry," she shrieked, crawling around, grabbing my member in both hands, jerking it up and down a few times and then swallowing it all down her throat with one loud, wet gulp, right to the base.
She sucked on it for another couple of minutes, until it was close to ejaculating. Then I pushed her away and we both stood up. Her hands stuck to my cock, clutching it midway, jerking slowly back and forth.
"We better get down to business," I told her. "We haven't got all day, you know. There's no telling when someone might just walk down that hall and knock on the door. Or pass by and hear us talking-or moaning. Come on, let's get it done and not press our luck."
"Okay, okay, what are your instructions, Teacher?"
"Sit up on the desk," I said. "Just on the edge."
"Back to the desk. Yes, I guess that's where you should teach your lessons from."
She did as I said, her feet and pussy dangling off the edge of the wooden desk.
"Now put your hands behind you for balance and lean back. That's it. Now I'll fuck you, Sheila. And see if you can't learn a thing or two from your instructor."
She stroked a hand over her red-brown pussy hairs, leaving a clear, open path into her fuckhole.
I jerked on my rod several times as I stepped up into the position for insertion. Now my cock was primed for a full-scale attack, one without mercy-not that I expected her to ask for any, mind you.
She reached for my prick before I could insert it. It throbbed wildly in her hand and she pulled it against the mound of her quaking cunt, slapping it into the curly hairs.
"Yes, yes, fuck me! You're really gonna do it! God, I can't believe this is happening!"
"Believe it, Sheila…"
She bent the straining cock head down, down to the lips of her cunt, and she pressed it against the quivering, hot meat. She gasped and rocked and pulled me inward. Three inches, four and five.
"Oh! Ohhhh!" she groaned.
My hands went under her ass, spreading her cheeks as wide as I could, parting her thighs, holding back as she slowly fed all of my length up into her churning interior, that quaking, shaking honeyhole.
Then I was in all the way and she gasped violently. She screamed for me to fuck her, fuck her hard! Her pussy sucked on my shaft, keeping me tight within her. I pulled back only with a great deal of effort. Her body quaked with each inch I withdrew. But I made it out again, out as far as the thick, bloated head.
"You really want it, don't you, Sheila?" I taunted her. "Yeah, I can feel that pussy snapping at me like a hungry fish… well, don't worry, you're gonna get it…"
I lunged in, so fiercely she was momentarily breathless. She had an agonized expression on her face, like she had been shot in the back. She whimpered, groaned, grunted, but coughed out that I should continue.
I withdrew, slowly, slowly, and then again slammed my rod into her. I stabbed back in all the way to the thick, throbbing base, to my balls.
"Aggggg!" she cried out, shaking from head to toe. She scratched at me. "Yes, yes, stick it in, all of it, your long, long cock! Oh, God, that's good!"
I drove my tumescent lance through her middle and out again, back and forth. In and out, deeper and deeper. Her cunt was like melted butter to my phallic thrusts. She raised her legs up higher, finally hooking them straight above my shoulders. This gave me maximum entry, her cunt fully spread and panting for all of me. She clutched and scratched at my arms, lifting and shaking her cunt around my invading prick.
Again and again my loins thudded against hers, as my dick was swallowed up by her wet, rubbery interior. It was hot in there, like an oven. The desk shook, and I remembered for an instant the similar encounter I had had such a short time before with darling Linda, fucking that secretary's equally horny pussy.
But Christ, I thought, even though that was scarcely three days before, it seemed like an eternity ago, a lifetime's experience ago-all of those panting, hungry women were screwing up not only my values but my fucking sense of time!
The desk started to slide, jerk by jerk, just as it had when I had fucked Linda. I held onto the edge of it with both hands, meanwhile taking deep breaths and pumping, pumping, in and put, back and forth.
"Oh! Ohhhh!'* the teenager screamed, scratching me, bobbing her head to and fro. "Fuck my sweet cunt!"
Well, folks, I can tell you, there is little on this earth to equal the feel of ripe teenybopper pussy when the teeny in question is really hot to trot. The cunt positively burned around my pole, made love to it a million exquisite, indescribable ways. It became wetter and wetter, but a sticky wetness like some sensual quicksand that clung to me and pulled me in deeper and deeper each time I slammed inside of her, burying my long, rigid dick in that young quim.
Her whole body was heated, really. Her eyes were tightly closed and her head was jerking spasmodically from side to side. She stretched back on the desktop and dug her head into it, as if trying to squirm into the wood, to conjoin and be one with everything she touched. She sobbed and moaned and screamed and bit into her hand when she threatened to wail a little too loudly for safety.
"Yes, yes, fuck me, your cock, your big, beautiful cock… oh, Mr. Eastman, you do know how to make a young girl like me feel good, don't you!"
She had a mocking streak in her, but I thought she had more than a little sincerity mixed into melodramatic outcries like that previous one.
One could only wonder, with a sense of awe, how Miss James would turn out in a few more years' time. She would make some man a good mistress one day, but I didn't see her settling down to any proper monogamous marriage.
In and out, I moved through that sexy cunt, driving, digging, back and forth, faster, faster. I was reaching my peak and couldn't hold it back much longer. But there didn't seem any reason to, since the other half of the partnership was certainly at her prime again, as high as I had ever seen any chick, shaking and groaning and scratching like a madwoman.
But still, her cunt clawed and dragged on me, as if begging me to continue, to keep arousing it.
"I'm gonna come, baby, I've got to… I can't hold off any longer, Sheila…"
"Noooo! Not yeti" she Shuddered. "A little more… fuck me a little more… my cunt… my cunt needs more… more!"
Her cunt needed more! So I heaved backwards, sucked in a deep breath, and slammed my length of shivering manhood deep into her pulsating valley. The cunt writhed and jerked over my prick. She moaned and groaned, shuddering all over from the intensity of her orgasm.
"Yes yes. yes! Don't stop! That's it! That's it! Oh, do it, Mr. Eastman! Fuck my pussy! Don't stop!"
I plowed on, on and on, faster, harder, giving her what she wanted, but knowing that I was losing control, that the come was going to sweep up and out of its own accord.
"I'm sorry, baby," I grunted, "but all good things must come to an end…"
I couldn't hold back another second. My cock was going to explode if I didn't come off immediately. It was like sticking one's finger in the barrel of a gun and then pulling the trigger. I had to let it out.
"Now, baby, now…"
"No!"
I dug my nails into the undersides of her thighs. I pressed my prick into the tight, grasping cleavage of her swollen gash, held it there for one infinite, ecstatic moment, and then I ripped it out to all but three inches of my throbbing, orgasmic shaft. And then I started to explode.
"Ahhhhhhh!"
"Yes, yes, yes!" she screamed. "Come! Come all through me, drench my pussy!"
The come pounded through her devastated cunt, and she screamed like it was drowning her. More and more seed shot into that clasping hot box. I clamped back tight against her bucking loins and held there, as wave after orgasmic wave swept over me with pure undiluted pleasure.
"Oh, God," I moaned at the ceiling, hanging my head back, crying out, like a wolf baying at the moon. "Oh, shit, that's good, that's fine…"
I shuddered some more as the orgasm subsided, leaving me totally spent, a panting heap falling against the girl as she writhed from side to side on the desk. She kissed me and pulled me tight against her. I could feel her young, pert breasts heaving wildly from the exertion.
"Wow… wow, that was something else," she breathed at me, kissing me on the ear. "Yeah, you're some fucking good teacher. I've got to hand it to you."
"Well let's keep it a bit of a secret, all right? I don't want to lose my job just yet if I can help it, honey. And I bet you'd like me to stay around here, too-"
"Of course, so we can do this again and again."
"Then bear it in mind. Keep quiet about this. I know how you girls get when you're together, blab blab."
"Oh, I won't blab on this one, not too much, anyway. I want to keep you a secret," she said. "Otherwise, all the other girls will be going after you and then you'll be all worn out and won't be able to give me your best shot."
"Very practical reasoning."
"Oh, yeah. I want you here at the school, so you can fuck me every fucking day."
"Well let's not get ahead of ourselves," I told her, kissing her pouting, hot lips. "I'm sure we can work out some acceptable arrangement which you’ll enjoy."
"Okay, Mr. Eastman. Whatever you say, you're the teacher, right?" she winked.
I stood up off of her and sat on the desk.
"All right, honey, you better get going now. I’m sure you have homework to do or something like that."
"Oh, there's no rush, Mr. Eastman. We don't have to sign in at the dorm for another half an hour. That's plenty of time for another hot fuck."
"A half an hour. huh? Well Sheila, darling, even though we do have all of a half hour left to us, I think honestly we should wait a little longer than that till our next bout. So why don't you get your tight little panties back on, and get the hell out of here so I can catch my breath."
"Oh, all right," she sighed grumpily.
"And remember what I said about not blabbing what happened here to all of your friends."
"No, just to the extra special ones."
There was a knock at the door.
I froze, mouth agape, my usual reaction in such situations. Sheila looked at me in horror. I put my forefinger to my lips and signaled to her to be silent. She didn't have to be told that, though, for she was already holding her breath and biting down on her knuckles.
There was another knock. And a third. Then a voice, a woman's voice, faintly familiar.
"Mr. Eastman, Mr. Eastman?"
I frantically tried to figure out who it was, but I couldn't place the voice with any of my recent intimates. At least if it was Linda or Miss Jobert or someone of their ilk I wouldn't have quite as much to worry about.
Then she identified herself: "It's me… it's Mrs. Hudson. Your know, the art teacher?"
Of course. The woman I had met in front of the school, the one with the big tits and bigger ass.
"What's wrong? Can't you answer me? Do you need help? I heard your voice as I was coming down the hall so I know you're in there. Open up, please."
She shook the door, turning the handle back and forth. I could see she wasn't going to be ignored.
I quickly directed Sheila James to the underside of my desk. She scurried under, her round pink ass the last thing I saw as she crawled out of sight.
"Just… just a second, Mrs. Hudson," I then said. "I was just changing my clothes."
"Oh, that's all right, then. I thought there was something the matter. Who were you talking to?"
"I was talking on the phone," I quickly said, then remembered there was no phone in my office at the moment. "I mean, to someone outside, out the window."
"Oh. Come on, open the door."
"Yes, yes, one second, let me get my pants on…"
I jumped into my trousers and headed for the door. Just as I was about to turn the lock, I saw one of Sheila's shoes lying in the middle of the floor. I scooped it up and threw it behind the desk with the girl.
I whispered to Sheila, "Stay down. I'll try to get rid other or go out with her. You leave when the coast is clear. You got that?"
"Okay," she whispered back.
I opened the door. "Hi there," Mrs. Hudson smiled. "What's going on here, lover boy? You didn't need to lock the likes of me out."
"I was changing my clothes, Mrs. Hudson. Sorry to seem so suspicious, but you wouldn't want one of the innocent young girls here walking in while I was undressed, would you?" I asked her.
"Oh, of course not, I'd be jealous, ha ha, little joke." She stepped into the office.
"What did you want to see me about?" I asked her, before she came in any further.
"Oh, don't you remember what we talked about the other day, when we met?"
"No… what was that? I've forgotten."
"Oh, you remember, you naughty boy! You agreed to pose for me. Pose for a sketch, remember?"
"Oh, oh yes," I muttered, looking back at the desk, wondering what Sheila was thinking about that. "But we didn't set the date for it, did we?"
"Oh, so what? No time like the present. I won't be back up here for a couple of days, and the school's deserted, we've got the place to ourselves, if you can see the advantage in that, Mr. Eastman."
"Yes, but, I had some things to do-"
"Oh, do them later, for heaven's sake. Come on now, I won't be put off. I've got an itch… an itch to paint you, I mean, silly boy!"
"But, Mrs. Hudson-"
"I want to see you in oils…"
She was advancing into the office, staring at the painting that hung behind the desk. I decided I had better get her out of there as soon as possible. In another moment she would be looking down at Sheila's bare fanny. "All right, Mrs. Hudson, let's go."
"What? Oh, good."
"Where are we going for this?"
"My studio. My classroom. Come along."
I followed her out, closing the office door as soon as I could. We went down to the basement where her studio had been set up. She had placed velvet curtains over the trail of pipes on the ceiling, and there were several examples of the Mountainview students' attempts at art.
"How do you like it?" she asked.
"Yes, it's nice," I said.
"I have more privacy down here than in one of the classrooms upstairs, you know."
"Yes, I can see that."
She got out a fresh canvas and set it up on an easel. She got her paints out of a drawer and then got a smock out of the desk. She put the smock on, covering the provocatively tight pants and sweater she was wearing.
"Okay, why don't you take your clothes off now. Mr. Eastman?" she then said.
"What?"
"I told you to take your clothes off, Mr. Eastman."
I sighed,*That's what I thought you said." You and every other woman I meet.