"Lessons After School" - читать интересную книгу автора (Michaels Ward)

Chapter 1

Betty Wingate paced up and down the rows. Her students were absolutely quiet, or as quiet as high school seniors ever can be, especially when it is spring, and graduation is only a few weeks away. They were writing themes, and Betty walked around, peering over their shoulders, trying to see how well they were doing.

She congratulated herself. At twenty-two, she had nearly made it through her first year of teaching English. Everyone told her she would never get a job, that English teachers were a dime a dozen, but she had shown them. Of course, she had to admit that her blonde good looks and her deeply violet blue eyes helped, but what did that matter? If Mr. Saunders, the old principal, was turned on by fresh, young females whose skirts fell above their knees, that was not her fault. She had taken advantage of the situation, the way anyone would. Betty smiled to herself as she remembered that first interview. She had held her eyes as wide open as she could, looking sweet, innocent, and available. When she crossed her legs, and Mr. Saunders' bifocal covered eyes fell to her bare knees, she was quite sure she had the job. She was right.

"Hey, Teach, come here a second." It was Dale Paulson. Far from Betty's favorite student, his attitude was insolent, and his appearance matched it. Tall and lanky, he looked like a fugitive from the nineteen fifties, with slicked back hair, black and greasy looking, thick leather boots with heavy heels, a form fitting tee shirt, and jeans so tight it seemed a wonder that his feet did not go to sleep. The prominent bulge in the front of the skin-hugging pants made Betty think he padded his underwear. Of course it could be that Dale simply had a perpetual hardon, but she preferred not to think about that.

"Dale, I've asked you a thousand times not to call me "Teach." My name is Miss Wingate. How can I help you?" She leaned over the boy to look at his paper. The acrid smell of sweat floated up to her, and she practically reeled with it. Didn't this boy ever bathe? There was something else too, dried urine or musk or something that reminded Betty a lot of a male crotch. She held her breath, trying to forget about the memories that smell brought to mind.

She focused on the paper. It was blank. "Why, Dale, you haven't written a thing. What's the matter?"

"I can't think of nothin' to wite about."

"Anything. You can't think of anything to write about."

"Right. Nothin' comes to mind. What do I do?" He reached between his muscular thighs and scratched at the huge bulge in his crotch. Betty's eyes followed despite herself, and she felt a rise of desire in her belly. That was wrong, and she closed her eyes tight and stood there for a moment gripping the back of the chair.

"Somethin' wrong?" Dale asked. He had stopped scratching, but his hand remained in his crotch, squeezing at the bulge lazily.

"Nothing. Nothing at all. Look, I asked everyone to write about how they were going to spend their summer vacations. Surely you can put down something about that. What do you plan to do in the months ahead?"

"The usual thing, I guess."

The girl sitting next to Dale let out a snort of laughter.

"What's the matter, Susie?" Betty asked sternly.

"Nothing, Miss Wingate. Nothing at all."

Susie Walters, it was generally agreed among the teachers, was the wildest girl in the school. Rumor had it that she had already had two abortions and had been completely at a loss to name the boy involved. Lately, she had latched onto Dale Paulson. The two of them were everywhere together, and everybody was sure of what they were doing whenever they were alone. Betty did not like Susie. For one thing, she was as insolent and unresponsive to learning as was Dale. In him, though, Betty had to admit, the insolence was more acceptable to her. The word that came to her mind in describing Susie Walters was voluptuous. Her large breasts ballooned out of a low cut sweater and her short skirt barely covered her upper thighs. Betty had once told the girl tartly that miniskirts had been out of style for years. Susie snapped back that how she dressed was nobody's business but her own and stalked from the room.

"What is the usual thing, Dale?" Betty asked, her eyes still on the gently massaging hand. She caught herself wondering whether the bulge was growing larger. What if her theory were wrong? What if Dale did not stuff dirty socks into the pouch of his underpants? What if that protrusion were all his? She tried to visualize what he would look like naked, his huge penis arching out from his slim thighs. With conscious effort, she brought her mind back to the situation of the moment. "Well?" she asked. Out of the corner of her eye, she could tell that Susie was listening for the answer, a smirk on her heavily lip-sticked mouth.

"Oh, just hang around mostly," Dale mumbled. "I don't do nothing much."

"Well, I'm sure you can think of something. Just keep at it." Trying to sound cheerful, Betty patted Dale on the shoulder and started on down the aisle. His hand came up and covered hers, the same hand he had been using to knead his crotch. Was it her imagination, or could she feel the warmth of it?

"Yes, Dale? Was there something else?" she asked, her mouth going suddenly dry.

The lanky boy looked up at her, darkness in his eyes. Then he looked away again. "Naw, nothin', I guess," he muttered, letting go of Betty's hand.

The bell rang, and the students rushed from the room. Why did they always act as though they were going to a fire, Betty wondered. They were only on their way to other classrooms as dreary as this one and to other teachers suffering from the same Spring fever that Betty had been fighting for some time now.

Susie hung on Dale's arm and whispered something into his ear. He glanced back at Betty and broke into deep guffaws. Susie had made some remark about her, she was sure. That big titted little bitch! She should flunk. Betty brought herself up short. If nothing else, she considered herself professional. Wishing to fail a student on the basis of personal dislike was the height of unprofessional behavior. She would have to watch her thinking very carefully, especially when it came to grading time.

Betty gathered up her books. Her next hour was free, and she would spend it in the teacher's lounge. After dealing with Dale, she needed a cup of coffee and a few minutes for quiet reflection. What did the boy mean by taking her hand?

She pushed open the door to the lounge and went inside. The room was empty. Good, she thought to herself. She could take her shoes off and relax. Thee were times when she got so sick of the others and their constant complaints about students, working conditions, teaching loads, and all the rest of it. All she wanted was silence until it was time to face the next classroom full of disinterested students.

Betty poured herself a cup of coffee and sat down on the threadbare couch. Absently, she pushed some of the padding back into the cushion with the tip of her finger. Teaching had seemed like such a good career. Now she wondered. Much of what she had to do was so deadly dull. It seemed as though she spent hours and hours just doing lesson plans, grading misspelled themes, and poring over records. There surely was not much glamour in it.

"Betty! Hi, how you doing?" It was Ben Sommers, the chemistry teacher. He came bursting into the lounge, full of energy and enthusiasm as usual.

"Not all that well. I'm kind of tired out."

"Spring. It's always like this. I get so I think I'll throw up if I ever see another test tube full of gunk." He fumbled around and fixed himself a cup of coffee.

"That's hard to believe. You always seem so full of enthusiasm."

"It's all a front. Actually, I'm just as bored as anybody, probably more than most. I just make a game of covering it up is all." He sat down next to her on the couch. "Tell old Ben your troubles."

"It's nothing really," she said, sighing. "I just have a couple of students I have trouble liking."

"Don't tell me, let me guess. Would one of them be Dale Paulson?"

"How did you guess?"

"Everybody's had a problem with that one. He's been bad news ever since the day he walked in here as a freshman. How he ever got to be a senior is beyond me. Most of his buddies, the guys he hung around with, have dropped out."

"What happened to them?"

"Oh, they're around town. I see the whole bunch of them hanging around at the drive-in once in a while. Bunch of no goods. Most of them look worse than Dale. Next to them, he's clean cut."

"They must be terrible. As far as I'm concerned, Dale's appearance is disgusting, and his behavior is abominable." She sipped at her coffee, her little finger arched properly.

Ben chuckled. "You know what that kid used to do in my class? He sat right in the front row. When I was just about in the middle of my lecture, he'd lean back on the lab stool and scratch his crotch. I swear, he did it every damn day, no matter who was watching."

Betty blushed. Quickly, she looked down into her coffee cup, trying to block out the memory of how fascinated she had been by the sight of Dale with his hand in his crotch.

"Sorry," Ben said quickly. "I didn't mean to offend you."

"No, that's all right. He does that in my class too."

"Who's the other student you mentioned? You said you were having trouble with two of them."

"Not trouble exactly. They just get on my nerves. The other one is Susie Walters."

"Susie? Really? I never had a bit of trouble with her."

"You didn't? I thought she was supposed to be a real problem. Maybe it's because you're a man."

"Yeah, maybe," Ben said quietly, drinking his coffee.

There was no maybe about it. The fact that he was male had made a great deal of difference. He spotted Susie Walters the first day she walked into his class. His eyes followed the soft, generous curves down to her long, tapering legs. She was one of the sexiest women he had ever seen. She practically reeked of it. Besides that, the way she looked at him made him feel she was ready for anything.

During his lectures he tried to keep from looking to Susie. Every time he did, he lost his place in the text. The dark haired girl sat there, a half smile on her shiny, half-parted lips. She arched her back slightly, letting her huge, melon shaped breasts poke out at him. When she was sure she had his eye, Susie would glance down at her chest as if inviting Ben to feel, explore, taste the soft flesh. No matter how hard he tried to avoid staring at Susie, it happened a couple of times in the course of each lecture. He would lick his lips and try to go on, stumbling over his words. Susie grinned in satisfaction and arched her back all the more.

At the end of the first week, Susie lingered after class. "Mr. Sommers," she said in her low, husky voice. "I'm having trouble with chemistry. Could I come in and see you after school tonight?"

"Why, of course. I'll be here."

"Good. I'll see you after my last class."

Ben's eyes were on the girl's pert little behind as she left the room. Was she coming in after school because she really needed help? Help in chemistry was not all he wanted to give her. He had never had sex with a student, not that he had not thought about it. There were any number of girls that he had had very randy fantasies about over the few years he had been teaching. In a couple of instances, he had come very close to making a move to carry them out, but something always stopped him. This time, he was sure, he would let nothing stand in his way, not if Susie gave the slightest hint she was interested in him.

Ben was sitting at his desk grading papers when Susie arrived. She leaned over and said, "Hi, Mr. Sommers."

He noticed her blouse was unbuttoned halfway down, and he could see the ivory colored tops of her breasts quite clearly.

"Hi, Susie," he replied, making no effort to move his eyes from her cleavage.

"I came in for some help, remember?" She arched her back again, letting the blouse gape open wider. Ben caught his breath. His mouth filled with saliva. He could imagine the musky flavor of that intimately enclosed flesh. What would the satiny skin feel like against his hot, wet tongue? The familiar tingle began in his crotch, and he knew his penis was beginning to inflate, inching its way slowly down his inner thigh, growing to its full, ten inch length. Ben Sommers had a huge cock. It had been that way from the time he was a teenager. He was proud of it, but there were times when it was a problem, like right now.

He glanced up at Susie's face and caught his breath when he saw where her eyes were focused. She was staring openly at his bulging crotch, her lips slightly parted. It was as though she were frozen, hypnotized by the huge, uncoiling snake between his muscular thighs.

"What can I do for you, Susie?" Ben asked, his voice low and husky.

The girl jumped as though she had been shot. "Oh, yes, I'm having trouble with chemistry, like I said. It's those problems you gave us yesterday. I can't do any of them." She tried to keep her eyes on the teacher's face, but they kept wanting to slip back down to his crotch. Could he really be as big as he looked? She thought Dale Paulson was well endowed, but Mr. Sommers made him look like a child.

Sommers got up from his desk. His long prick protruded from his pants leg, tenting it out. Susie gasped with excitement. It was true. The giant tube of hard flesh hung halfway to his knee. What would it look like without those slacks in the way, she wondered. Peelings of lewdness coursed through the girl's young body. She wanted to see. She wanted to experience that penis. She could imagine it forcing its brutal way between her widely splayed legs, pushing up into her flat belly, making it expand and push out because of its very size. It would hurt. She was sure of that. But the pain would all be worth it. A cock like that could satisfy a girl for a lifetime.

"Sit down, Susie, and let's work out a couple of those problems," Mr. Sommers said. He indicated his desk chair, and Susie slipped into it. The cushion was still warm from his sitting there, and she thrilled to the closeness. They were alone. Anything could happen, and besides that, he was hard. What was most exciting to Susie was that the teacher did not seem to be in the least embarrassed about his erection. He made no effort to hide it from her. It was just as if he wanted her to notice how excited he was. She had. Susie could feel the dampness in her crotch. Her genitals were automatically preparing themselves for action. What would her chemistry teacher think if he knew that? She smiled to herself. In class, Mr. Sommers seemed so subdued, so proper. Was her impression correct? Right now she was questioning it.

Ben leaned over the sitting girl. Now he could see right down into the front of her blouse. She was not wearing a.brassiere. Her pert, young breasts, so large for a girl her age, stood out proudly. He leaned forward a little more. Fresh excitement rushed through him. He could see the large, dusky colored nipples. Their pinky-browness covered the entire end of each breast. His fingers inched along the back of the chair, itching to explore, to pinch, to excite those small buds of womanhood. Ben could sense the smell of her. She was so fresh, and at the same time so ripe for pleasure. He had given up trying to control his rampant erection. His long penis ached with hardness, so engorged with blood he was half afraid it would split wide open. No, he thought, this is a student. I cannot go further. I'll lose my job.

Susie leaned back in the chair, her shoulder brushing against the hardness of his erect member, and the thoughts left his mind. The girl made no move to shift her position. She simply sat there, her shoulder pressing against his crotch. Oh, God, he was about to climax in his pants. Could Susie be unaware of what she was doing to him? That did not seem possible. His prick was throbbing so hard it was as if he had a second heart beating in its tip. The long, thick stalk jerked with excitement, nudging his blunt, swollen tip against the girl. She let out a little gasp.

"Which problems were giving you trouble?" Ben asked. He swallowed, trying to bring some moisture to his dry mouth.

"All of them," she replied, increasing the pressure of her shoulder on his penis. Ben returned the pressure, pushing his swollen organ against Susie, deep thrills of passion running through his entire body.

His hands went to the back of the girl's neck, and he started massaging at it lightly. The skin was so soft he could hardly believe it. Susie seemed so vulnerable, and yet he was sure she had been around. She had probably been to bed with more people than he had. Still, she was a student. Touching her like this was wrong.

"Hmmmmmm, that feels sooooo good," Susie whispered, bending her head forward.

Momentarily shocked with himself, Ben took his hands away.

"Oh, no, don't stop. I like it when you touch me like that. You're hands feel good. They're so nice and big."

She could have been talking about another part of his anatomy, Ben thought, and, as if to prove him right, Susie nudged her shoulder against his penis once again. This time he returned the nudge harder than before.

"Hmmmmmmmmm," she whispered, "you're so nice and hard."

It was out. There was no point in either one of them pretending any more. The next move was up to Ben. "Yeah," he replied, "and it's hard for you. Do you want to help me do something about it?"

Susie looked up at him and smiled teasingly. "But what would you like me to do, Mr. Sommers?"

"Call me Ben."

"All right, Ben. What would you like me to do?"

"To begin with, follow me." He led the girl to the tiny storeroom at the back of the lab. It was where he kept the chemicals, but there was one corner empty. Closing the door behind them, Ben switched on the dim light.

"We're alone," he whispered. "It's private here."

"What if somebody comes in?" The girl's eyes were wide with concern.

"Easy to fix," he answered, and he flipped the lock on the door. Coming toward Susie, he held out his hands, palms upward. He cupped them under her fine, firm breasts and held them, fondling them lightly through the thin fabric of her half open blouse.

"You've got nice ones," he whispered, his voice tight with passion, "Firm and big, like ripe melons. I like big tits. I like to suck them."

"What are you waiting for?" Susie asked. She was shaking all over, so excited at being alone with the older man that she was nearly out of her mind. Susie had given herself freely, ever since she was little more than a child, but up to now it had nearly always been to boys her own age. There had been that old caretaker in the park, of course, but she preferred to forget about that. This was different, unlike any other experience. Mr. Sommers was her teacher, and he was handsome, and he had an exceptional tool lying between his muscular thighs. She could scarcely wait to see what happened next.

With fumbling fingers, Ben loosened the buttons of the girl's blouse. He pushed the flimsy halves aside, opening her bareness to him. Susie caught her breath as she felt the cold air rushing over her naked skin. Reaching up, Ben pushed the blouse off over her shoulders and down her long, slender arms. It fell from her, and she stood before him, nude to the waist. Ben stepped back for a moment, gazing at her smooth, bare breasts. He watched as they moved gently up and down, carried along by the girl's excited breathing. Without a word, he leaned forward and capped his hot, wet mouth over her right nipple. Susie gave a small, passion filled cry, and Ben reached up quickly to clamp his hand over her sensuous lips. It would not do for anyone to hear them. All he needed was for old Mr. Saunders, the principal, to be rummaging around his lab and hear what sounded like a student in distress.

Susie let her tongue slide out to tickle the palm of her teacher's hand, and he grunted in appreciation. His hand tasted like sulfur, the result of the experiment he had spent the day demonstrating, but she did not care. Her tongue tip made little circles, moving quickly and uniting her in another way with the randy, passionate male.

Ben followed Susie's lead, and his tongue mimicked hers exactly. It circled her small, crinkly nipple again and again, and he felt the tab of flesh grow ever more erect. After a moment, he moved to her other nipple, his fingers coming up to replace his tongue on the first one. He squeezed gently, worrying the brownish flesh between his thumb and fingers. Low, mewling sounds came from the girl's straining throat, and she twisted from side to side, the level of her passion growing slowly but steadily toward a fever pitch. This was her chemistry teacher, a handsome, older man. This was the height of wickedness, of lewd seduction. Susie almost felt innocent, a virgin about to be raped by a man of the world. Would this be different from the rest of her sexual encounters? Would Ben's huge penis piercing into her body feel somehow unlike all the others? She did not know, and she did not care. She was sure it would feel wonderful, and her sexual hunger increased. Her female liquids were flowing freely now, and she could feel them wetting the crotch of her filmy panties. If he did not enter her soon, she would come just from thinking about it. What a shame that would be. She wanted him inside her. She longed to bathe the immensely thick shaft of his penis with her musky wetness. The liquid would gush out to cover his crotch completely. All the boys told her how exciting that was. They told her she was "juicy", not a very elegant way to put it, but accurate all the same.

Susie spread her legs wide, planting her feet firmly on the concrete floor. The warm, sweet odor of her soaking crotch floated up to Ben Sommers. Through flaring nostrils, he inhaled the exciting scent, and its effects traveled straight to his boiling gonads. He sucked harder, nipping at her bare breast with sharp, straight teeth. Susie moaned with pain and pleasure.

"Oh, yeah," she whispered. "Eat me. Eat my babies. Nurse at my tit like a little baby. Oh, God, feels sooooooo good!"

Sommers' hands were at the narrow waistband of her skirt. His fingers slid around it, seeking the fastening. He found it and undid the snaps quickly as if he were afraid the student would protest. That was the furthest thing from Susie's sex crazed mind. She wanted to be naked with this good looking, totally masculine creature. Her hands pushed against the back of his head, driving more of her aching breast into his wet mouth. Ben opened his mouth so wide his jaws hurt, sucking in as much of her velvety flesh as he could manage. He sucked harder than before, raising a large, red welt around her swollen, itching nipple.

It was like being handled by her father, Susie thought suddenly. What would that have been like, really? He had left so long ago she could scarcely remember what he looked like. She did remember one thing, though. As a little girl she sat on his lap, and she felt something hard and strong under her buttocks, something that her mother and grandmother did not have there. Even as a child, she was thrilled by the sensation of that rigid member nudging against her tiny bottom. Even her father's penis had not been the size of Ben's, at least so she guessed. Susie let her hands slip down the length of Ben's broad back, her fingers following the deeply defined line of his spinal column.

Ben finished unsnapping Susie's skirt and pushed it down over her softly flaring thighs. It slid over her long, tapering legs and fell with a plop to the floor. His hands moved at once to the elastic band at the top of her lace panties.

"Oh, yes, Ben, yes, yes, yesssss," Susie hissed. "I want to be naked. I want to be free. Take my panties off and do whatever you like."

Ben's fingertips hooked under the elastic band, and he eased her tight panties down, taking time as he did so to run his palms over the satin flesh of her lush, flaring buttocks, leaving a trail of fire wherever he touched. His fingers found their way to the long, hairless cleft between her fleshy cheeks, and he pulled it wide, letting the cold air of the store room rush in to tickle her tightly clenched anal opening. Susie moaned and thrust her pelvis forward, wiping her naked cunt against the rough fabric of the man's pants. Once again she thrilled to the feel of the hard, fully prepared penis that lay within his trousers. If she did not have it soon, she would die of sexual starvation. She could tell that her dark pubis was sopping wet, its fuzz dewy with her juices. Perhaps she had left a stain on the front of Ben's pants. She nearly giggled aloud at the thought.

Ben pushed her tiny panties the rest of the way down. They skittered down Susie's long, shapely legs to pool at her ankles, resting on top of her discarded skirt.

"Give me a second," the girl whispered. "I have to kick my shoes off."

Ben let her go reluctantly, his hands returning to her melon-like breasts which he fondled playfully while Susie stood first on one foot and then the other and discarded her shoes. Now she had what she wanted. She was naked, a creature of nature, nothing in the way of her sexual pleasure. She fell into Ben's arms, and he hugged her close. Tingles went throughout her young body as she felt the roughness of the man's clothing against her skin.

"Why don't you get naked too?" she whispered, her hands running up and down the broad back.

"NO! If somebody comes into the lab, one of us has to be able to go out and talk to them. Maybe next time we can find a place where there's no chance of being disturbed."

So, Susie thought, he was already thinking about their next encounter. That was good, because so was she. She had been dreaming about Ben Sommers for a long time, and she was not about to let this be a one time thing.

"How are we going to do it if you've got your clothes on?" she asked, her voice betraying her impatience.

"Just like this." Quickly, Ben unzipped his slacks. Silently, he guided Susie's hand to the opening, and she reached inside, fishing for the hole in the front of his boxer shorts. She found it and snaked her fingers inside. As she touched the rigid shaft of his penis, she let out a small gasp. It was hot, nearly hot enough to burn. The skin was thin and smooth, as smooth as marble. She looped her fingers around his burgeoning stalk. Its girth was mind blowing. Here was one that would fill her up to the point where no other man would ever satisfy her again. She began to check the length, running her hand along his tube of meat until her fingers touched the wide, flanged head. Ben's organ felt as though it were a foot long. Would all of that fit into her body? Susie began to be afraid. What if the giant cock ruptured her insides? She could bleed to death right there in the storeroom, the victim of this teacher's lust.

"Take it out," Ben whispered, his voice rife with passion.

Susie stood pressed against him, her fingers tracing the length of his huge penis, the tremors of fear racing through her youthful body. Then, suddenly, she did not care any more. If Ben Sommers killed her with his cock at least she would have known what it was to live. Besides, she had taken huge things between her legs before. There had been the time Dale Paulson stuck the vibrating dildo into her vagina and turned it on, laughing and teasing her while she writhed about on the floor, members of his motorcycle gang standing around them and screaming with laughter.

Another time, Dale had shoved the butt of a large screwdriver into her twat alongside his cock. The ridges of the handle bumped over her swollen, nerve-stuffed clitoris, and he turned the screwdriver, rotating it, and rubbing her sexual bud until it was raw. She climaxed wildly, screaming with passion, the saliva running down her hot cheeks. Yes, she decided, she could take what Ben Sommers had to offer and more. She grasped his towering penis boldly and drew it out through the opening in the front of his slacks.

Looking down, she feasted her eyes on his huge tool. It was as mighty as she had imagined, sticking ten inches straight out of the man's groin. The blue colored veins twisted across its surface, curving around it, and feeding it strength. The head was as big as a child's fist, and its flange flared out proudly, giving it the appearance of a cobra's hooded head. She could imagine that blunt arrow probing into her body, skewering her to the wall, holding her there until she climaxed with writhing, screaming madness.

Susie did not answer. Instead, she reached into the man's pants again, and cupped her fingers under his enormous gonads. She felt the smoothness of the hair studded sac. The teacher's balls were big too, perfect in proportion to his unbelievable penis. Susie drew them out, bringing them into the cool air, and fondling them. She rolled them in her fingers, weighing them, churning up their syrupy load.

"I got plenty for you in there," Ben whispered, his voice ragged with passion. "I'm gonna fill your twat with my hot cum. You're gonna feel it flooding into you, and you'll love it. I'll make you beg for more."

"Oh, yes, yes," the girl answered. "I want it. Let me have it nooooooow!" Leaning back against the cement block wall, she opened her legs, letting her slit flower open. She pulled the sides apart with her trembling fingers, inviting, begging, forcing Ben to move into her hot, young body.

He pushed his pelvis forward, feeling the throbbing head of his cock make contact with her moist flesh. The softness of it overwhelmed, consumed, and sensitized his entire body. The circles of warmth radiated out from the tip of his entering penis to flow through his entire body. He gave a deep, animal moan and thrust in all the way.