Some people considered Miss Elvira Schellenberg a sexless creature. They never came out and said it, but they regarded her as a teacher first, a citizen second, a person third, then… well, then they thought of her as a female.
Elvira had always considered herself in just the reverse order. She was a woman, granted a woman who had never kissed a man, let alone been fucked by one. But she did have a cunt between her legs, and she did have two tits that were more like pimples on her chest. She did have a feminine looking face – or at least that was the part that most people complimented her on. Of course, they didn't have to look beyond her face for anything else that would be considered sexual charm in a woman.
But Elvira considered herself sexy; well, not sexy as much as having sexy feelings. She knew that whereas most of the women in Weedville had husbands they could fuck, or lovers they could suck, she had other ways of getting off.
Every day after school she would head down to Jason Moresby's combination grocery/hardware store and load up on cucumbers. Then she would take the cucumbers home and wail away on them. That is to say, she would fuck her virgin cunt with each cucumber she bought.
She couldn't remember the first cucumber, but who the hell remembers cucumbers? Other girls, like Connie Ryan, a fellow classmate of hers in high school, had plenty of memories of the first guy that had fucked them. What Elvira had was a dim remembrance of the first cucumber she had ever stuck up her cunt. She had been thirteen and the cucumber eleven inches. But that was as far as her memory took her – one cucumber looked just like another.
If Elvira had one fear, it was becoming a vegetable – a person who hadn't ever loved or been loved, a woman who had never experienced the glories of fucking or getting fucked, a girl who would probably die a virgin. But that fear had dissolved six months ago when she met Vance Manning, the new sheriff of Weedville.
Elvira never questioned his motives for getting place and been given a blow-job while she fingered his uptight asshole. That had sent his cum spewing all over the fresh bedspread.
Monday night, be had told his father that he would be late because Herbert Hoover Junior High School was fielding its first coeducational football team. He had run down to Connie Ryan's apartment and been given an around-the-world suck-job.
Jesus, be sure was finding out-all about fucking and sucking. And there seemed to be no end in sight, except for the one that Connie presented him now on the banks of Lake Weed as she moaned for him to fuck her asshole.
"B-But won't it hurt?" Tom asked, his cock aching with cum, pulsing in Connie's palm.
"Do you want to fuck my ass or don't you!"
"I-I do, Connie, but, shit, what if I tear something?"
"You won't tear a Goddamn thing, Tom!" Connie said impatiently. "Now, would you just climb over my ass and stick your cock into the highest hole? Shit!"
Tom had never heard Connie so angry. In the last three days she had treated him so nicely, so gently, showing him all the perverted ropes about fucking and sucking. And now she was acting like some… some bitch in heat.
"All right. I'll do it," Tom said.
"Then do it. Fuck my ass!"
Tom got up from his kneeling position, and Connie's hand no longer could hold onto his moving-away prick. Tom grabbed his cock, steadied it. Jesus, the juice was oozing from his cock-head already. He bent his knees, aimed the head of his dribbling cock at the target of her asshole.
Connie waited eagerly for Tom to shove his cock into her ass. Hell, the flies were buzzing around her face, but at least the stench of hot shit was moving downwind from her. She couldn't complain – she had gotten more cock action out of this kid than half of Weedville's finest male citizens.
What the hell was taking him so long?
Her question was answered when she felt Tom's prick lunging at her asshole, stabbing her butt-cheeks, the top edge of her wet cunt, fucking everywhere but in her asshole.
Shit.
Connie reached back and grabbed Tom's cock.
"Goddamn, Tom! Don't just start shoving and pushing. Put your cock-head up against my asshole, then shove! Do I have to do everything for you!"
Tom was embarrassed. Connie had always done everything for him. She was the one who always guided his prick into her mouth or cunt, but this ass-fucking was something new to him.
She was too scared to. She was dreading the day that she might discover Vance Manning had some other dubious motivation for becoming intimately involved with her. No, she dared not question what he saw in her. It would be best to let things go, let whatever would happen.
Besides, she was too busy now with her classroom of thirteen in all. The fourteenth, Tom Trimble, was absent today. Elvira wondered what the problem was. He had told her last Tuesday that he was really looking forward to today's outing at Lake Weed.
Elvira shrugged her shoulders as she got onto the bus.
Marcia Moresby was getting on ahead of her, and Elvira noticed how her saucy ass sashayed beneath her mini-skirt.
God! She wasn't wearing any panties!
Elvira blushed, glanced away, almost stumbled against Eddie Beasly, a stubble chinned boy who had flunked eighth grade for the last three years.
"Sorry I'm late, Miss Schellenberg," Eddie said in a husky voice, catching a glimpse of Marcia's ass-cheeks. "Just got out of the head. Boy, Coach Crowley was in the crapper again. Christ, it smelled like a dead moose in there."
"Eddie Beasly!"
Eddie laughed; then before Miss Schellenberg could tell him to mind his manners, he was into the bus, following Marcia's spicy-looking ass towards the back.
Elvira shook her head. She just didn't know about what the hell was happening to the younger generation these days. Why couldn't they be more like Vance Manning? Respectable, disciplined, orderly.
Elvira got her frail body into gear and ascended the steps of the bus. She kneeled on the driver's seat and clapped her hands for attention.
"Children! Children, let's have it quiet."
"I ain't no child," said a voice two bench seats away from Elvira.
"Now, Jordan Worthington, what would your father say if he heard you talking like that to me?"
"He'd probably whip your ass with a Bible!" Eddie hollered from the back of the bus as his hand sneaked into Marcia Moresby's blouse while the girl giggled beside him.
Elvira's class tittered and guffawed. Why was it, Elvira wondered, that these brats were always tittering and giggling all the time?
Elvira clapped her hands again. "Now, it'll only be about a twenty-minute ride. So let's be so quiet that we can hear a pin dropping in the back of the bus."
"Oh, shit," Johnny Locker mumbled to Norman Wizer. "Christ, you'd think Miss Schellenberg was teaching nursery school."
"How quiet, Miss Schellenberg?" Eddie asked loudly from the back of the bus. His hand was full of Marcia's right tit, and the girl had stopped giggling long ago. She was now moaning and groaning, feeling her nipple rise against Eddie's caressing hand. She couldn't believe how hot she was, considering that Eddie had fucked her last night.
"So quiet you can hear a pin drop," Elvira repeated in exasperation.
"Shut up, everyone!" Eddie shouted menacingly. Marcia tried to moan in soft whispers, but, Christ, Eddie's hand really had a grip on her nipple!
Everyone was quiet, including an amazed but thankful Elvira.
She turned in her seat and was just about ready to start up the ten-year-old bus when Eddie failed – one of those gas bombs that only Eddie Beasly could specialize in, the kind of tear-rendering fart that he had really saved up for a special occasion.
Elvira glanced into the rear-view mirror. Her mouth dropped. She refused to believe that anybody could be that rude, that uncouth. She had never heard of anybody doing such a nasty thing!
The class tittered, Elvira sparked the engine to life, and Eddie went back to playing with Marcia's tits.
Tom loved nature, and now he was enjoying one of nature's beautiful sights – Lake Weed as seen between the upraised cheeks of Connie Ryan's ass as she kneeled on all fours on the blanket. His balls began to quiver, his prick was being caressed by the cool autumn air and the warmth of Connie's hand as she fondled his prick with her arm thrusting back between her splayed legs.
It was a fantastic view.
Never mind that the lake water was turning brackish because the town of Weedville used it as a combination sewer and reservoir; no matter that the mosquitoes – the hardy ones who had lived through the DDT-treated lake – were stinging his naked ass; and it was of no consequence to Tom that the air smelled like yesterday's washed-out hog-shit.
Tom was absolutely stunned by the beauty of Connie Ryan's upturned ass as she presented him an unobstructed view of her cunt and asshole; and when he bent lower, he could see her dangling tits and smiling face beyond the plane of her belly.
Her hand was fondling his erection, his hard prick ready to burst with cum in the palm of her hand. Tom had lost count of the number of times her hand had been on his prick since last Saturday night.
Sunday, after church, he had run by Connie's.
Exciting, yes – but it sure wasn't some ordinary way for a guy to get his rocks off.
Connie pulled his prick forward, until the knob nudged her shitter. She tried to relax as she said, "Now shove your Goddamn cock up my ass!"
Tom obeyed, his hips lurching forward and his prick screeching into Connie's tight ass.
"Aaaiiiieeee!!" Connie screamed, her voice carrying beyond the lake.
Tom stopped his forward fucking motion. Christ, he had never fucked anything so tight! His cock was almost bent at a right angle, half the shaft buried into the gristly grip of Connie's asshole. Jesus, if his cock hurt him so much, how the bell was Connie going to be able to endure the rest of his prick? Shit, how the hell was he going to get all that prick into her asshole?
Connie moaned. Tom's lunge had shoved her to the far edge of the blanket where she could see a trail of ants as they marched across a corner of the quilt, carrying bits and pieces of a dead frog.
Shit, the kid had really shoved hard. Connie couldn't believe it when she felt how much cock was remaining outside of her asshole. Was it that long since she had had her ass reamed out by a cock? Christ, Connie couldn't even remember the last guy who had fucked her ass – oh, yeah, it had been Coach Crowley last Wednesday.
"Tom, reach down and run your fingers through my cunt."
"What did you say?"
"Goddamn, Tom! Fuck my cunt!"
Tom felt her cunt as his gaze remained on that portion of his prick that was still outside Connie's butt. Her cunt was, wet, hot, getting hotter and getting wetter. Tom had never felt her cunt when it was dry; it always seemed to be wet and ready for his cock.
"Now, grease up the rest of your cock, Tom."
"W-With what?" Tom asked.
"Goddamn, Tom! With my cunt-juice!"
Tom greased up the rest of his prick with her cunt-juice. Now the shaft looked as if it had been carved from wax, his prick was so shiny and glisteny.
"That's it, Tom. Now, before you shove it in, let me relax my asshole. When you feel it start to relax, start shoving!"
Tom shoved hard, and another inch of cock disappeared into the tight ring of her asshole.
"aaaii ieee!! N-Not-yet, Tom!"
Tom shoved again. Shit, all the time he had been obeying her instructions, he had acted like an automaton, like some robot. Shit, he wasn't made out of nuts and bolts. His prick had started to get that tingly feeling, his balls had started to squinch up against his crotch, his asshole had tensed – shit, it was only human nature for a red-blooded man not to be kept on edge when his cock was gripped by something as tight and snug as a woman's asshole.
It was almost as if Tom suddenly realized that there was no way in hell that any man would have stopped in mid-fuck, especially his first ass-fuck. Although he had tried his best to stop his lunge forward, that swirling feeling deep in his balls had overcome his senses. He had to stuff her ass full of his cock, get it all in as fast and as hard and as furiously as he could. Jam it in, then pull it out, then jam it in harder than the first time he lunged.
"Aaaiiiieee!! You mother-fucker, Tom!"
"You mother-fucker, Tom."
Elvira stood up as stiff as a board. She had just picked up a ladybug to show her pupils when Connie Ryan's blood-curdling scream carried over the shit-green waters of Lake Weed and resounded like a Chinese gong in Elvira's ears.
"What the hell was that?" Eddie Beasly asked from his nestling quarters of cattails and marsh as he stopped fondling Marcia Moresby's naked titties. Eddie parted the cattails. The rest of the class was standing on the edge of the lake, peering across to see what or who had made such a horrible sound.
Elvira couldn't believe her ears.
"My ass is burning up, Tom!"
Christ, she had to believe her ears now. Holy cow, someone was fucking someone else in the ass! The voice obviously was a woman's, Elvira surmised, so it must be some guy screwing in some woman's – God, she had heard about such things, but she couldn't believe that human beings could… or would… or should have intercourse like that!
The cattails sprang back into place, and Eddie went back to pawing Marcia's right tit with his left hand, while his right hand was three knuckles deep in her pussy. Marcia never heard Connie Ryan's ten-flied scream; she had been too far gone in her own world of feelsies.
Eddie wriggled his fingers in Marcia's tight box. Moisture, and more moisture dribbled down his wrist and across the watch that he had stolen from Marcia's father's store.
"Class," Elvira announced with a shaky voice, "I think it's time we left."
"But we just got here!" Johnny Locker said, wiping snot on his jeans. His head was turned in the direction of that seductive woman's voice. Johnny had never had a hard-on, and didn't know what his dick was for, other than "to eliminate all the bad germs from your body", which was the way his mother had interpreted pissing.
When Eddie heard Elvira's gravelly voice telling the class that they had to go, he said: "Shit, come on, Marcia. Get your ass out of the weeds. Miss Schellenberg says we gotta leave. And will you quit moaning! Shit!"
And as the doors hissed closed, she heard one last.
"Fuck me harder, Tom! Shove it in my ass!" coming all the way across the still waters of Lake Weed.
The class tittered, she started the bus, and Eddie had stopped Marcia from moaning by thrusting her head into his lap and watching her suck his cock.