Sid wasn't the only interesting fellow Val had come in contact with in her first three weeks of teaching. On her very first day, in fact, she'd met Don Keller, who taught English. He was in his first year at the school also and at the end of the day they'd run into each other in the hall and sympathized with each other on their lack of experience. Don was having a rougher time of it than she because he had some really tough punks in his classes.
He was soft-spoken and shy, but eventually he had plucked up courage and asked her out. She'd had two dates with him, in between seeing Sid, and she'd quite enjoyed herself. He hadn't come on strong with her, the way Sid had. In fact he hadn't even tried to kiss her. She liked him for this, somehow. It made her feel closer to him, in some way.
Now, after what had happened between her and Sid, she felt a little funny about seeing Don. She felt guilty and dirty. At the time, of course, she hadn't felt this way. Once Sid had warmed her up she writhed and rolled about on her desk and begged him for his cock and let him fuck her silly. She had to admit she'd had the time of her life. But now, somehow, she felt differently.
She'd never fucked anyone just for sex before, that was the thing. In the past, whenever she'd done it, and there hadn't been many times, she'd really liked the guy and maybe even thought she was in love with him. The sex had always meant something special. She'd never been the kind of person to get herself fucked just because she was horny.
Now she began to wonder about herself. Sid had awakened something in her she hadn't known was there. She had screamed and bucked herself about on his cock like a bitch in heat, not giving a damn that she didn't really care for him. He had used her for a session of pure sex and nothing else. And she had used him for the same thing.
When Don asked her out two days after her wild office fuck with Sid, she hesitated. She felt cheap, as if she didn't have the right to a nice guy like Don after what she'd done. She said yes only after Don looked real hurt at her hesitation. The last thing in the world she wanted to do was upset him. Once she'd consented, she felt better. She felt almost grateful to him for asking her.
They had a pleasant dinner, and laughed a lot at the struggles they were having trying to get used to teaching. They both felt so young, and in many ways less experienced than the tougher kids in their classes. Don had her squealing at his stories about a couple of really dumb boys in one English class. He had a way of making even sad stuff amusing.
As they left the restaurant Val found herself hooking her arm into his and leaning against him warmly. The wine had something to do with it, but she'd had such a pleasant evening that she really did feel a warm friendly glow towards him. She began to wonder what it would be like to have a steady boyfriend again. It had been a while since, she'd been out with anyone more than once or twice.
Once in his car she snuggled up to him and soon they were necking heavily, their hands roaming everywhere over each other. She leaned back and let him squeeze her tits. Her fingers drifted down into his crotch and began roving over the outline of his cock. He seemed to be growing hard already inside his pants.
"Val, you're so pretty," he murmured, breaking off their kiss and nuzzling her ear. His hand massaged her tit gently through her low-cut dress. He made no move to feel inside or pry her tit free.
"Mmmmm, mmmmm," she sighed, feeling very warm in her crotch all of a sudden. What was happening to her lately? She started to cream her pants after a couple of kisses. Had crazy Sid had that much of an effect on her?
She leaned forward, heaved her tits against Don's hands. Her dress was very revealing, the neckline cut so low that most of the inner globes of her tits were exposed. All through dinner Don had been trying his best not to stare at her cleavage. But it had been impossible to ignore. Now, as she changed position, the tits almost tumbled over the dress top.
"Mmmmmm, mmmmm," she murmured, and she moved to one side quickly so that his fingers slipped under the material of the dress before he could do anything about it.
"Val, honey…" he breathed, suddenly finding a great deal of her tit in his hand. He squeezed the warm skin inside the dress and his fingers snaked down to cup one tit completely. Her long nipple scraped against his palm like a rough stone.
"Yes, oh yes! Feel them Don! Feel my titties!" The strap over her shoulder had begun to slip down her arm and most of her right tit was exposed. He was squeezing it gently, massaging her tit around and around.
"You're so lovely, Val. Oh God!" he moaned.
Her hand played about in his crotch still, but now she sought out the tab of his fly, tugged it down quickly. She reached inside, snaked her hand inside his shorts, curled her fingers around the steadily growing bulk of his prick. She tried to pull it out into the open but it was all caught up in his pants.
"Baby, let me take your cock out," she found herself saying. "I want to see your cock, Don. Please let me."
He was still busy playing with her tit. And now her other shoulder strap was slipping down her arm as her dress became more and more disarrayed. He moved over to the left one, cupped it in his fist, pressed the stiff nipple with his thumb. Her dress slipped low enough now to expose both luscious jugs.
Both her hands were in his crotch. One unhooked the top of his pants and folded them open while the other tried to haul his cock into the open. At last she managed to pull out the elastic of his shorts and wrangle his prick free. She began to tug it up and down with easy, steady strokes. His cock thickened solidly in her fist.
"Val… oh Val…" he wheezed.
He twisted a little in his seat, giving her more room to jerk him off. He glanced down briefly at her pumping hand, amazed at how gentle, yet expert she was. She obviously knew what she was doing with a cock. He wondered how much experience she'd really had.
"Don, feel me. Feel my pussy," she urged, and she slipped a bit lower in her seat.
Her dress had a slit up one side, and as the material slipped down between her legs one long slender brown thigh was exposed almost to the top. She felt like some horny teenager writhing about there in the cramped front seat of Don's car. But that was okay. She'd been way too shy and serious when she was young to do such things. Now she could enjoy them, having a little fun, maybe pretend she was a young teen again.
She thrust her crotch up at Don and he left her exposed tits finally and ran one hand up her golden thigh. She was glad she hadn't worn hose. There was nothing between Don and her twat but a brief pair of bikini panties. He shouldn't have too much trouble removing those.
His cock was growing steadily in her fist. It jutted out above the clasp of her fingers maybe four solid inches. She wanked him evenly, her fingers applying just the right amount of pressure. Wet snapping sounds rose up from his crotch and the sight of the growing prick made her mouth water.
"Yes, feel my pussy, pull down my panties," she urged, watching as he raised her dress.
Her underpants were no more than a brief triangle of pale blue across her tufted crotch. Lacy blue strings snaked over her hips. His fingers touched the sheer material, felt the crinkle of the curly crotch hairs beneath.
"Oh Val… oh Val…" was all he could say.
"Take them off. Pull off my panties," she coaxed. "I want you to see my pussy. I want you to feel it."
He gripped at the tiny lace strings at her hips and pulled down gently. She lifted her ass to make it easy. And bit by bit her panties slipped down off her crotch, revealing inch after inch of blonde cunt hair. Soon the pants were stretched taut between the tops of her thighs, like a lacy rope. Then they were around her knees. Finally, they were hooked uselessly around one foot.
"Val… Val…" he murmured gazing into her hairy crotch. She had slipped low enough in her seat now so that her cunt was clearly visible. Her pussylips had already begun to crack open and he could see bright pink tissue shining at him.
"Touch it. Use your fingers on me," she begged. She really wondered at his slowness. Why did she have to give him directions this way?
He leaned over and stared into her crotch intently. His fingers stroked up her thighs, found the puffy slabs of her cunt lips, and pulled apart gently. The bright pink skin inside gleamed at him, the cunt hole itself formed into a small oval mouth. She was moist already, he could see that. The tissue was shiny and slick.
"Use your fingers. Finger-fuck me!" she pleaded, her voice suddenly growing tense.
Her fist had increased its pace on his cock and was now shucking up and down rapidly.
"Finger-fuck you?" Don repeated, glancing up into her lovely face.
He stared back into her gaping cunt, then cork-screwed his long middle finger inside. He sank it past the first and second knuckle till it was buried completely.
"Ohhhhhh yes!" she groaned, appearing as satisfied as if he'd sank his thick cock into her. She closed her eyes and sank lower in her seat. Her fist gripped his prick like a lifeline.
He started drilling his finger back and forth in her pussy, doing just as she asked. With two fingers of his free hand he held her cuntlips open as wide as he could. She was oozing a thick syrupy juice and soon his whole hand was soaked and sticky.
"Like that! Oh yes! Finger-fuck me!" she moaned. She licked her lips and breathed heavily.
She was quite a picture sprawled out there on the front seat. Her dress was draped loosely around her waist, leaving her tits exposed and heaving on her chest and her crotch completely uncovered. Her legs were split wide for him, the tufted gash of her cunt damn near turned inside out.
Her red mouth was open and moist and her tongue flicked this way and that. The dark blue shadow daubed over her eyelids glowed like two bruises. She rolled her head from side to side and her lovely blonde hair fluffed out on either side of her face in tight little ringlets. His balls churned just to look at her.
And as if that wasn't enough, her fist was wanking him with quick, expert tugs. He felt a mild panic rise in him. He wouldn't be able to hold back his jizz for long, certainly not long enough to get his cock inside her. He wondered, what was the best thing to do. If only she wasn't jerking him so quickly.
"Val… honey…" he groaned.
He had been cork-screwing his finger around and around in her cunt but now he paused, glanced into her face quickly. He wanted to warn her, to stop her. But he found he couldn't talk.
He pulled his finger from her greasy cunt, leaving the pussy lips gaping wide. He made a move to grab for his cock, to wrest it from her hand, but he stopped almost as soon as he'd begun. There was a delicious melting sensation in his balls and he found himself unable to move, unable to speak. He knew he was going to come any second and all he could do was gaze at his straining cock as it writhed in her fist.
"What's the matter?" she croaked. Her head stopped its rolling and her eyes came into focus. Her cunt felt so cold and empty.
"Nnnnn, nnnnn," he moaned. His hips lunged back and forth, forcing his cock in and out through the tight cradle of her fingers. He bent over towards her.
Her eyes followed his to the tip of his cock, and while they both watched, a giant silver jet of cum shot out from the tight slit. The jet splashed across one thigh and ended up on her hip. On the way it crossed the hairy triangle of her cunt bush at an angle, decorating the tufted mound with a pretty string of white. The cum hung across her crotch hair like a twine of wool.
"Oh my," she whispered, not shocked, not surprised, just interested. Her fist never once lost its jerking rhythm on his exploding prick.
A second streamer of jizz fountained up from his cock. This crossed the first one at an angle but fell a little lower, so that it drooled down the inside of one thigh and slithered in a messy rope all over her gaping cunt. Part of it hung in her cunt hair like wax, but most of it dribbled down onto the ragged pink folds of her cunt skin, making them shine.
"Ohhhh, ohhhh," she whimpered, and suddenly she tugged his cock closer, aimed it deliberately, at her split crotch. She watched the cockhead anxiously for more spurts of cum.
Two jets fired off in rapid succession, both of them smacking directly onto her gaping pink cunt. The wads of spunk dripped down over the bright pink cunt lips and into the crack of her ass. Some cum slipped inside her, directly between her swollen pussylips. The hot cream gave her pussy a greasy, varnished look.
"Nnnnnn, nnnnnn," he groaned, watching helplessly as his cock spurted its white load over her crotch hair and cunt. He felt his balls sizzling in his crotch.
"All over my cunt. All over my hot cunt," she murmured.
And as she tugged on his cock another wad of spunk spurted free, bounced off the top of her thigh and landed like the early jets in the tangle of her pubic hair. It slopped down further, all over the left side of her split-wide cunt.
She slowed down her hand movements at last and primed his cock slowly, allowing the cum to drop and drool free lazily. Spunk oozed from his cocktip, dangled from his cock head in steadily stretching strings, then fell splattering to her belly or into her pussy hair. Her crotch was a mess of wriggling silver cum lines. Her cunt hair was matted with jizz, heavy and wet with it. Her cunt itself drooled knots of cream.
"All over my cunt. Steaming hot jizz, all over my aching cunt," she whispered, almost to herself.
Val hadn't taken her eyes off his spurting cock all this time, but now he had quit spurting she stared at her clogged cunt hair and tilted her head to gaze at her drooling pussy. She seemed fascinated with what had happened.
She tugged on his oozing prick, milking out the final dregs of his climax and letting the goo drip into her crotch. His cock was growing soft in her fist. Finally she let it go, reached her hand into her crotch, felt all the thick wads of cum hanging off her cunt lips. She rubbed the cum into her pussy, raised her face and smiled at him.