"Turning on her teachers" - читать интересную книгу автора (Ralston C. K.)

CHAPTER TWO

"I don't know about this," Ginger's father said hesitantly. He and his only daughter were in the family station wagon in front of the high school. It was Saturday morning and the bus was loading for the Sierra Ski Holiday.

"It'll be okay, Daddy, you'll see!" Ginger reassured her dad. "It's chaperoned by two teachers and everything."

"Well, I don't know," her father repeated. "That one teacher barely looks older than the kids!"

Ginger frowned. He was staring at Miss Caldwell, and it was true. Dressed in her tight ski pants and sweater, her long, red tresses blowing in the early morning breeze, the beautiful sex education instructor did not look over eighteen.

"It's okay, Dad. Mr. Downing is lots older than you are!" Ginger smiled at her father.

Theodore Downing, the silver haired biology instructor, was lounging against the bus, talking basketball with some of the boys, Tony and Todd among them. A few years older, than Ginger's father, Downing was tall and trim enough to still play basketball himself. And he was an elegant, fast skier.

"Yeah, I guess it'll be all right at that," Ginger's dad grumbled, getting off to help his girl with her equipment and luggage. "That guy does make me feel a little better about letting you run off to the hills for four days!"

Ginger kissed her dad goodbye and got on the bus. She giggled a little as she thought about his concern for her. She was already widely known as the most untouchable girl in the class; what other protection did he think a girl needed?

The motor roared to life and the big bus began rolling. As they left the town and hit the freeway leading up into the mountains, Ginger grew happier with each passing mile. She loved the high mountain country, the snow, and the incredibly clean, exhilarating air. This trip had been a good idea, she told herself. She had almost let Miss Caldwell's presence as chaperone spook her, but Ginger had overcome her reluctance with reason, and now she was glad.

"Hey, glad you could make it!" Todd Martin said casually, passing Ginger's seat.

The girl merely smiled at him, not wanting to stir up the memories that had decided her on coming on the trip. The last thing she wanted was a heavy boy-girl talk session with a hustler like Todd right now. All Ginger wanted was to stare out the window at the peaceful snowy countryside.

"Stuck up, hey?" Todd teased. "Too good to come to our party tonight, sweet thing? It's gonna be a fantastic fling! No teachers invited!"

Todd had lowered his voice on the last phrase. Ginger decided the only way to get rid of him was to say she'd go.

"Sure, Todd, I'll be there if I'm not too tired after skiing this afternoon," Ginger promised.

"Far out!" Todd grinned. "Don't ski too hard… parties this cool are hard to come by!"

Swaggering off down the aisle, Todd blew her a kiss and winked. He leaned down to talk to Tony and some other friends in the seats ahead.

The bus pulled into the ski area and lodge on schedule. The kids unloaded their gear in record time and most of them hit the slopes for an afternoon romp.

Ginger flew across the white powder like a dove. She was skiing great today, and the cool, clear afternoon air washed all thoughts of naked bodies, strangled cries, and jerking cocks from the young girl's mind. All she cared about for the next few hours was the whoosh of the wind and the bite of the mountain air as it caressed her reddened cheeks.

When the sun at last dipped behind the towering peaks, the weary teenager skied up to the lodge and checked her equipment into an overnight locker. She changed into her after-ski boots and clomped into the lodge's hearty, fire-snapping-in-the-giant-fireplace interior. She wanted nothing more than a hot shower and a leisurely dinner followed by the oblivion of sleep.

Alone in the small room she was sharing with Cheryl Colby, she stripped off her ski pants and sweater and shucked off her underclothes. Realizing Cheryl might return before she finished her shower, Ginger put her clothes in the hamper bag she carried with her on trips and modestly shut the bathroom door behind her.

After a long, muscle relaxing shower, Ginger dried herself off, pausing an uncharacteristically long time to examine her naked body in the mirror as she toweled off. Miss Caldwell certainly did have big ones! the developing teenager told herself honestly as she stared at her own smallish breasts in the glass.

Hefting her own budding treasures, weighing and measuring them with her eyes, Ginger twisted and turned, trying to make them look bigger in the mirror. No use, she decided, if a boy was turned on by big titties, he'd have to look elsewhere.

Laughing a little at her own vanity, since she knew no boy would ever get to see her breasts anyway, Ginger slipped into a clean bra. She couldn't resist turning and sticking out her provocative, deliciously well developed behind. If the boy were into legs and ass and thighs on the other hand… Ginger giggled aloud at such lewd thoughts.

Suddenly, she heard the door close in the bedroom. Starting to fling the door open, Ginger stopped short when she heard two voices in the bedroom, one Cheryl's – one definitely male!

"Come on, baby, hurry up!" Cheryl was saying. "Little Miss Cold Pussy is liable to get here any time now!"

The boy laughed. "That's one thing about your pussy, honey, it sure ain't cold!"

"Yeah, and it's probably gonna get me into trouble some day!" Cheryl giggled. "But I'm too horny to worry about it right now. Come on, get it out… Oh! Johnny, how I love that big, cute dick of yours!"

Ginger gasped. Was this the same Cheryl Colby who sang in the church choir next to her? Ginger now realized it was herself whom they had been referring to as "Miss Cold Pussy"! They were clearly planning on engaging in the same kind of heathen sex that Ginger had witnessed between Miss Caldwell and Tony George just yesterday!

Had the whole world gone crazy? Ginger asked herself angrily. Did all of her friends fuck each other silly whenever they weren't with her? Was she the only virgin left in her whole high school class?

Ginger had a good mind to walk right into the room and scream for them to stop their cardinal sinning. The only thing that was keeping her from it was the fact that she was dressed only in ha and panties, and the discomforting realization that she wanted to see what was going to happen in the next room.

The guilt-ridden teenager opened the door just a crack and peeked out. She kept telling herself that what the couple in the bedroom was doing, was shameful enough without her increasing the sin by watching. But, somehow, the door opened and she found herself peering into the room.

Cheryl, a busty, heavy hipped blonde, was on all fours, naked, on one of the twin beds. The boy had his head turned and Ginger didn't recognize him right away. But then, she wasn't looking at his head, she was staring intently at the second aroused male cock she had ever seen.

Bigger and thicker than Tony's had been, this boy's dick was a bit softer too. It hung semi-erect between his hairy thighs.

"Shit, I'll never get myself fucked if I have to wait for you all night!" Cheryl whispered disappointedly.

"Well, it doesn't just firm up on cue, you know!" the boy shot back. "Sometimes it can use a little… stimulation!"

Cheryl grabbed the half hard prick and began stroking the loose skin up and back. She lay down on her back and scooted under the kneeling boy, positioning herself so that the floppy cock was between her big, jellying tits. She licked the valley between her jiggling breasts and slid the stiffening prick up and back, rubbing it between her tits as she licked the head of the emerging and retreating dong.

"Like that, baby?" she cooed.

"I'd like a straight blow job even more," the boy hissed impatiently.

"Some people have no admiration for originality!"

Cheryl sighed.

She opened her mouth and slid down further. The big blonde tilted her head back and the boy drove his cock right clown into her throat, fucking straight down into her lips as though her mouth was a well greased pussy.

In a few sucking strokes, the cock was transformed into a firm hunk of throbbing male meat. Cheryl licked her partner's impressive shaft triumphantly, then got up on all fours again.

"You ready?" the boy asked.

"Try me!" Cheryl urged him.

Moving in behind her, the boy placed the tip of his rigid dick up against the blonde's pouting cunt lips and jammed forward, with all his might. The thick arrow of cock split Cheryl like a ripe apple, disappearing balls deep into the girl's gooey snatch.

"Ooooof! How wonderful, Freddy!" Cheryl moaned softly, wriggling her, hips around the impaling prong. "Fuck me good, but remember how I like it at the end!"

Ginger's head was spinning again. She could now see that Freddy was none other than Freddy Harris, the minister of her church's pious son! It was sweet, pleasant Freddy who now had his illicit member up Cheryl's unmentionable hindquarters, and the sight of the two of them rutting and grunting like animals was doing something very strange to Ginger.

The innocent youngster felt flashes of fiery sensation between her legs as she watched her two friends fucking. The little virgin was unaccustomed to such sinful, forbidden pleasures, and she put her hand on the guilty area hoping to stop the unwanted pangs of joy.

As soon as her fingers made contact with her pussy, Ginger knew she had made a mistake. Bolts of intense pleasure shot through the very fiber of her being, and Ginger suddenly knew that she would be unable to stop rubbing herself until something – she wasn't sure exactly what – happened.

Freddy and Cheryl were screwing like crazy a few feet away. Ginger thought she would surely swoon if she had something as big and awful as Freddy's cock plunging into her small slit, and she slipped a delicate finger inside her panties and into her cunt just to convince herself that this was true.

The exploring finger glided across the tiny, extended pearl of flesh that was Ginger's clit. An explosion seemed to rock the young girl's belly as she rubbed the super-sensitive nubbin.

"Ohhhhhhh!" Ginger groaned with a totally foreign emotion – lust! Her knees buckled and her cunt flowed with juice, and little pin pricks of joy shot through her nipples.

Still somehow vaguely convinced that she might rub the sensations away, Ginger unthinkingly loosened her bra and dropped it to the bathroom floor. The innocent teen pawed the firm breasts that jutted from her chest like a pair of ripe oranges with one hand and teased her gushing cunt with the other as she watched her friends in the bedroom.

"Oh! Oh, baby, I'm close!" Freddy was moaning, still humping Cheryl like a stallion fucking a mare.

"Then… you… know… what to do!" Cheryl panted, her own orgasm just a few strokes away.

With practiced speed, Freddy pulled his prick out of the blonde girl's sopping pussy and sunk it deep in her contracting asshole. The big cock punctured the gulping brownie in one smooth, even stroke, and Freddy never missed a beat after that. He banged her butt with the same wild abandon he had practiced on her well greased cunt.

"Ooooooooooh! Freddy darling, that's it! Shoot your hot cum up my ass! Take me with you, baby! Make me jizz too!" Cheryl squealed, tits flopping, eyes closed in ecstasy, her cunt spattering out torrents of gushing pussy juice.

Ginger bit her tongue to keep from screaming as she saw Freddy's spunk coursing out of Cheryl's ass and the blonde's cunt jizz spraying out of her climaxing hole. Ginger's own pussy was soaking her flying fingers with own juice, and the little virgins tits were bouncing and throbbing in perfect time with her spasming cunt.

Too excited to stand, Ginger sunk to her knees on the cold floor, her finger still diddling her moist box, her tits still jerking beneath her pummeling thumb and forefinger. It seemed like the mighty surges of cum fury circulating through her body might go on forever, but, at last, the waves of joy died away and Ginger was left drained and panting on the floor.

"You gonna clean up before dinner?" Freddy was saying in the other room.

Ginger's heart stopped. If Cheryl came in here now…

"Nah, we should get dressed right away," the blonde was telling Freddy. "We've really pushed our luck as it is. I just know Ginger's gonna be back in a minute or two. Let's hurry, I can clean up in the restaurant john."

There was a rustle of clothes and Ginger breathed easy again. In a few minutes the door closed and the lights went out. Ginger waited until she was sure they were gone, then threw on her clothes and headed down to dinner.