"She seduced her teachers" - читать интересную книгу автора (Eastwood Nick)

CHAPTER THREE

"Men?" Lisa said, staring at her friend. "What do you mean, Shelly?"

"I mean teachers," Shelly said with a wicked grin. "Shit, half our teachers are men."

Lisa made a face. "Oh, teachers," she said. She wasn't a very good student, and she really didn't consider teachers human.

"Hey, I'm not talking about Abernathy," Shelly said, mentioning their Latin teacher, who was about ninety years old. "I'm thinking of somebody like Mr. Miller."

Lisa sat up, and her look of disgust went away. "Oh, hey, Mr. Miller really is cute, isn't he?"

"He's a hunk," Shelly said, almost gurgling with lust. "Imagine fucking him. Wouldn't it be great?"

"It sure would," Lisa sighed. "But he'd never do it, Shelly."

"How do you know?" Shelly grinned. "Anyhow, I'm gonna find out."

"Shelly, you're insane!" Lisa cried. "You could get into big trouble."

"I don't mind taking the chance," Shelly said. "I don't wanna die of boredom before I even get to college."

Shelly carefully devised a plan, and the next day she was ready. She had the last class of the day with Mr. Miller, the gym teacher, so the timing would be perfect.

Kevin Miller really was a hunk. Six feet tall, superbly built, with a handsome face, he was easily the sexiest teacher at St. Hilda's. He was maybe in his late twenties, and Shelly knew he wasn't married. Perfect!

This afternoon he had the girls running around the track. Shelly kept glancing at her watch, and about five minutes before the end of the period, she faked a fall. She grabbed her ankle and moaned.

Mr. Miller came running over to her. "Shelly, are you okay?" he asked.

"No," she moaned. "I think I sprained my ankle or something, Mr. Miller."

He blew his whistle to get the other girls' attention.

"Shelly's hurt," he said, "so I'm dismissing you now and taking her to the nurse."

The other girls left, and Mr. Miller helped Shelly to her feet.

"Ouch!" she moaned, "I can't walk!"

"Okay, I'll carry you," he said. Shelly tried not to grin as he lifted her in his powerful arms. Things were going just the way she'd planned. Mr. Miller carried her into the gym. The other girls were in the locker room changing, so he took Shelly into his office.

He sat her down in his chair. "You stay right there. I'll call the nurse."

"Wait!" Shelly gasped.

She didn't want the nurse or anybody else to come into the room, but how could she prevent it? Suddenly a wicked idea came to her.

"Don't call yet, Mr. Miller," she said. "I think I hurt myself somewhere else, too. I better, check."

She pulled off her t-shirt and quickly unfastened her bra. She did it so fast, Miller didn't have time to react. His mouth dropped open as the petite blonde teenager shed her bra. He stared helplessly at her luscious round tits.

"Oh, yeah, I think I hurt myself here," Shelly cooed. "Do you see any bruises, Mr. Miller?"

He turned red as a beet.

"Uh, I don't think so, Shelly," he said, "but maybe I'd better take a look."

He came closer and knelt before her, staring at her firm and flawless tits. He was so close, Shelly could feel his breath on her sensitive breasts. She was almost squealing with excitement.

Mr. Miller was just getting redder and redder. When he spoke, his voice was a little hoarse. "I really don't see any bruises," he said.

"Oh, but it hurts," Shelly insisted. "Here, you feel."

She grabbed his hands and set them on her naked tits. She'd never seen anybody blush harder than Mr. Miller did as she pressed his big hands around the hot silky globes. She gave his hands a couple of squeezes, and suddenly her little nipples went rigid with excitement, pressing into his palms. She let go of his hands.

"Just feel," she whimpered.

Very gingerly, Miller felt her tits. He felt them all over. It was such an exciting sensation to Shelly that she creamed right through her shorts. She wanted the handsome teacher to go on and on playing with her sensitive tits.

"How does this feel?" he asked hoarsely.

"Great," Shelly gurgled. "I mean, they're a little sore, but it feels better when you touch them."

Miller swallowed hard. Shelly's ripe young tits were swelling in his hands, growing hot and taut. Her nipples pressed into his palms, pulsating with eagerness. He cupped her tits more firmly, and she gurgled with delight.

"Yeah," she breathed, "that feels a lot better."

Suddenly he snatched his hands away, as if coming to his senses.

"Well, I better have the nurse examine you there, too," he said, moving toward the phone on his desk.

"Wait!" Shelly cried.

She sure as hell wasn't about to have the nurse come and spoil her fun. She was just getting started! She'd loved it when Mr. Miller fondled her tits, and now she wanted him to touch some even more interesting places.

"I think I hurt myself somewhere else, too," she said.

She stood up and unzipped her shorts as fast as she could. Again Miller's mouth fell open. He watched pop-eyed as Shelly dropped her shorts and skinned out of her panties. Now she stood before him stark naked.

His eyes dropped helplessly to her tiny blond bush, a perfect golden triangle of delicate curls. His gaze traveled up and down her luscious teenaged body, and once more he turned red. He opened his mouth to say something, but no words came out. Shelly took advantage of his confusion.

"Oh, yes," she gurgled, "I think I must have bruised myself right here."

She parted her thighs a little more and slipped a hand between her legs. She rubbed back and forth over her pussy. She wasn't surprised to find it scorching hot, swollen, and dripping wet. Mr. Miller was blushing very hard now as he watched her caressing her cunt.

"You better take a look, Mr. Miller," she said, almost panting with lust.

"Shelly," be said, "I just noticed something. Your ankle doesn't seem to be bothering you at all."

Shelly gasped. She'd really goofed. But she wasn't about to give up, not when she'd come this far. This gorgeous man was alone with her, she was naked, and she'd never get another chance like this, not at St. Hilda's.

"Right, Mr. Miller," she said, "my ankle isn't bothering me. I just made that up. Here's what's really bothering me."

She spread her thighs even wider and gave him a glimpse of the moist pink flesh between them. She rubbed her swollen hungry slit and shivered with longing. Miller could see the thick pearly juice leaking from her famished virgin cunt.

"Please, Mr. Miller," Shelly cooed, "help me out. I feel like I'm gonna go crazy if I don't make it with a guy."

Miller's eyes were locked on her stroking hand, as if he were hypnotized. But he finally managed to pull himself together.

"Shelly, absolutely not," he said firmly. "I could lose my job, and you could be expelled. Now, you get your clothes on and get out of here, young lady."

Shelly made one last, desperate try.

"Mr. Miller," she said, "if you send me away now, I'll tell everybody what I was naked in your office."

It was blackmail, but she didn't care. She walked over to the blushing teacher, grabbed his hand, and slipped it between her legs. Miller shivered when he felt the sizzling-hot juicy flesh of her cream-soaked pussy.

"Feel how hot I am?" Shelly moaned. "Come on, Mr. Miller. We're alone. Nobody'll know."

The big handsome man seemed to be shivering. Shelly clung to his hand and moved it back and forth over the slippery hot flesh of her gash. Then she happened to glance at the fly of his shorts, and she gasped. There was a great big hard bulge that hadn't been there a second ago.

"Oh, wow!" she cried. "What's that?"

With her free hand she reached for his tented fly, but he stopped her, grabbing her wrist.

"Don't, Shelly," he said hoarsely. "I might not be able to control myself. Now, I'll tell you what. I'll get you off, and that'll calm you down. But you have to promise not to tell."

"Oh, I promise, Mr. Miller!" she cried eagerly.

"Okay," he said, leading her over to a couch. "I shouldn't be doing this. I must be crazy. But maybe you'll come to your senses afterwards."

Shelly hardly listened to him, she was so excited. All she knew was that her handsome teacher was going to make love to her. She hopped onto the touch, lay on her back, and spread her legs wide.

She waited for him to take off his clothes and fuck her, but it didn't happen. She wasn't prepared for what he did next, because it was a way of love-making that she'd never heard of. He got on the couch and lay face down between her legs, his hot breath tickling her pussy.

"This should take care of you, little Miss Hot Pants," he muttered.

Shelly stared at him. What in hell was he doing? This sure wasn't fucking. Instead he slipped his hands under her ass and raised it up off the couch. With his powerful shoulders he maneuvered her legs wide apart, completely opening her hot and steamy pussy to his hungry eyes. Then he stuck out his tongue, and Shelly felt a fantastic rush of pleasure.

"Ooooo, shit, yesss!" she screeched.

It was really kinky. Mr. Miller was licking her pussy. He ran his big hot tongue up and down the cream-soaked flesh, and he lapped up all her tangy juice and gobbled it like it was candy. Shelly had never heard of anything so weird, but she loved the way it felt.

"Oh, shit, that's great!" she gurgled. "Don't stop!"

Mr. Miller didn't say anything. He just went on lashing his greedy hot tongue up and down her slit, licking up every drop of her musky virgin cream. Shelly went limp and totally submissive. Her head lolled back, and she gurgled in ecstasy.

This was a thousand times better than playing with herself. She hadn't dreamed anything could feel this great. She wanted to wail with pleasure, but she wasn't sure the other girls had left the gym yet, and she couldn't risk being heard.

Instead she whimpered and gurgled and moaned as her handsome teacher lashed his tongue all over her supersensitive gash. She started creaming and couldn't stop. As fast as the hot tangy liquid squirted from her box, Miller lapped it up and swallowed it.

"Unnnhhhh, Mr. Miller, honey, I love it!" she moaned, "I just love it! Don't ever stop!"

Miller didn't say anything, but Shelly got the impression that he was loving it, too. She felt him drooling all over her hot pussy as he licked up her cream. He was such a straight kind of guy, but he seemed to have a secret taste for pussy-eating.

Now he was concentrating on just one spot, the tiny hooded lump of her clit. That was the sexiest-feeling place of all for Shelly. She sobbed with bliss as he whipped his tongue over the swollen throbbing button.

"Yes, ohhh, yesss!" she moaned. "Lick me there, honey! That feels fantastic!"

Miller used the stiff tip of his tongue to rim her wildly pulsating joy button, running the wet meat around and around the tender shaft. Shelly couldn't believe how great it felt. She couldn't stop her heavy hot creaming, and she knew she was drenching his face.

His tongue moved faster and faster around her clit, and she closed her eyes tight. She didn't want to think about anything but the incredible ecstasy she was feeling. She thrust her hips higher and higher, greedily rubbing her clit against his rimming tongue.

"Shit, oooh, fuck!" she moaned.

Her innocent features twisted into a lusty mask, and she bared her teeth in a horny snarl.

She began jerking her hips in a greedy fucking motion, rubbing her hugely swollen clit up and down her teacher's lashing tongue.

The pleasure was building steadily in her clit, building till she could hardly stand it. Her cream came out in heavy hot floods, soaking Miller's face and drenching her thighs. She'd never been so turned on before.

"Please, honey, make me come!!" she sobbed. "I'll go crazy if I don't come!"

Mr. Miller knew just how to do that. He caught her violently throbbing joy button between his lips and started sucking it. Shelly screamed and almost flew off the couch. She forgot about the danger of someone hearing them. She completely lost control of herself.

"Shit, yes! Suck meee!" she howled.

The room echoed with her shrill cries of ecstasy and with the obscene wet sucking noise Miller's lips were making around her juice squirting clit. Shelly felt herself rocketing toward the most powerful orgasm of her young life.

"Suck me, don't stop, I'm gonna come!" she babbled.

Miller sucked even harder and faster on her clit, and suddenly her whole body seemed to explode. She was wracked with intense pleasure spasms, and she bucked so hard that he couldn't keep his mouth on her bursting cunt.

He rose to his knees, and Shelly had a dizzy image of him watching her as she came. His handsome face was red with lust, his nostrils flared. And there was still that big hard bulge at the fly of his shorts.

"Ooooh, God, unngghhh!" Shelly howled. "I'm coming so fuckin' good, unnnggghhh!"

She closed her eyes while her body-shaking climax spun itself out. Then she went limp and panting. She felt Mr. Miller casing himself down between her thighs again, his hot breath fanning her soaked pussy.

"One for the road," he growled.

Then Shelly sobbed in bliss as his thick wet tongue stuffed her virgin cunt. He shoved it into her hard and deep, cramming her with it, burying it clear to the root in her steaming velvet lined cunt.

Then his head started jerking as he tongue fucked her fast and hard. It felt better than the banana, a whole lot better. It felt better than any of her masturbation techniques. Though she'd just come violently, Shelly was suddenly boiling with need again.

"Do it to me! Do it to meeeee!" she wailed. Her hips were in motion again, keeping pace with his hard greedy tongue-fucking. She jerked her body up to meet each deep thrust, taking his fat hot tongue to her fiery depths. She couldn't believe how instantly turned on she was.

"Harder, honey, faster!" she screamed, clawing the couch.

He gave it to her, his head bobbing with lightning speed. Shelly closed her eyes and hurtled toward another body-blasting climax. She couldn't have prevented it even if she'd wanted to. A few more hard thrusts of his tongue, and her cunt seemed to explode into fiery pleasure.

"You did it, I'm cominggg!" she wailed. "Ohhhh, fuck, whaahhhh!"

He gripped her jerking ass tightly and went on fucking her with his big tongue till she was finished coming. Then he rose to his knees and looked at her, his face red with lust, his cock practically tearing its way out of his shorts.

"All right, Shelly," he said hoarsely, "you're taken care of. You run along now. I have to jack off – I mean, I have, work to do. And remember, you promised not to tell anybody about this."

Shelly stared at him in deep disappointment.

"But Mr. Miller!" she cried. "Aren't we going to fuck?"