For the next few days, Connie wandered around school in a daze. Bobby kept away from her, and this somehow didn't surprise her. He was obviously embarrassed at what he'd done in the car. After it was all over, he'd dressed quickly and driven her right home, not saying a word. But she could tell he was self-conscious about what had happened. He probably thought it made him less of a man, or something, that he'd come so soon.
What confused her more than Bobby's reaction were her own feelings about the hot session in the car. She'd given in, after so many months of resisting. She'd let a boy undress her and play with her tits and pussy. She'd let someone finger-fuck her. She remembered the expression vividly.
Not only that, but she'd allowed him to put his cock in her hand. She'd helped jerk him off, pumping his huge ugly prick until it exploded and spat thick wads of creamy cum all over her. She'd done all these things, after telling herself for months that she'd always save herself for that one special guy. And what was most disturbing of all, she'd actually begun to enjoy yourself.
It was true. She couldn't deny it. She could have stopped Bobby at any time, just as she'd done so many times before. Oh, he'd have been a bit more pissed-off than usual this time. She'd let him go further than ever before, after all. But she still could have stopped him before he had gotten her undressed. And she hadn't done it. She'd let him go on. She'd wanted him to go on. And she'd enjoyed herself.
This was what made her feel most guilty; not so much that she'd let Bobby undress her and had jerked him off, but that she'd started to enjoy the whole thing. Somehow, that seemed wrong. It was against everything she'd ever been taught. Sex was something special to be shared between two people who loved each other. It wasn't something to do all sweaty and guilty in the front seat of a car with someone you only dated casually.
Connie wanted romance. She wanted to be wined and dined. She wanted to fall hopelessly in love with some dashing young man and live happily ever after. What she had done in Bobby's car made this very clear to her. She was determined not to let it happen again. Her next relationship with a man would be deeper and more meaningful.
With this in mind, she began to make eyes at Mr. Dean, her math teacher. She'd had something of a crush on him for a long time. He was so tall and well-built and cute. And he was one of the few staff members who wasn't married. She knew this because she'd checked it out. Surely, he knew a thing or two about love and romance. Not like the silly boys her own age who were only interested in one thing.
She never once thought about the difference in their ages, or the fact that she was a high-school girl and he was a teacher. It didn't occur to her that any relationship between the two of them would be hopeless from the start. Connie wasn't used to thinking very far ahead. She wasn't used to thinking, period. She wanted romance, that was all.
The blonde teenager eyed him all the way through the final class of the day, smiling a sweet, sad smile whenever he looked her way. She did a great deal of heavy sighing. Then, when the other kids had tumbled out of the room after the final bell, eager to be gone, she took a deep breath and approached his desk.
"Mr. Dean?" she whispered shyly. She tried to make her voice sound deeper and more sophisticated, but it still came out sounding like a little girl's.
"Yes, Connie, what is it?" Mr. Dean answered. He'd been watching her for some time, curious about her strange attitude. He sat back in his desk chair and put his hands behind his head.
Connie didn't know how to begin. She hadn't thought too deeply about how to approach and interest Mr. Dean, and now that the young blonde was alone with him, she was confused. Connie had worn the sexiest dress she could get away with in school, and she had applied eye makeup and lip gloss in the washroom before this last class. But she still felt like a helpless little girl in front of this sexy older man.
"Are you ill, Connie?" he asked pleasantly, studying her. "During class, you looked a bit odd."
"No. I mean, yes. I don't know," Connie blurted, blushing. Was she that obvious? What an idiot he must have thought she was.
He stared at her without speaking, his gaze running up and down her bountiful young figure. It always amazed him how the young girls he taught often had the bodies of fully grown women. They had minds as empty as puppies. He sometimes wondered if they ever so much as opened a newspaper. And yet they had full, sensuous bodies that made him ache with lust. It was crazy.
Connie's tits strained in the tight halter of her dress. She'd gone braless again and, while her nipples weren't fully erect, they dented the dress front noticeably. At a loss for words, she thrust her chest out more proudly, as if to distract him. She ran her tongue over her full lips, making her mouth shine like wet fruit.
"Is there anything I can do?" he asked, swinging up from his chair, then going around the desk to her. While he stared at her, his cock had begun to stir in his slacks. As he had leaned back in his chair, his hard-on had been very noticeable.
Dean came up to her and placed a hand on each of her shoulders, as if he were dealing with his favorite niece. He stared into her eyes gently, trying to ignore the swell of her full tits. His cock continued to grow in his slacks.
"Oh, Mr. Dean!" she suddenly choked. Before he could respond, she had shoved herself into his arms and crushed her lush young body against him. Her hands snaked up under his sport jacket, and she clung to his broad back.
"Connie! What is it?" he croaked. He was very much aware of the bulk of his prick crammed tight against her belly. Even through their clothes, he thought, she couldn't be unaware of the great thickening of his prick.
"Mr. Dean! Mr. Dean!" was all she could say. It seemed much better than trying to explain. He was holding her so tenderly in his arms. She was thrilled.
Dean felt the full weight of her plush tits against his shirt front. He could smell the sweetness of her tousled blonde hair, feel her breath against his throat. His cock throbbed, and he suddenly couldn't help himself. He gripped Connie around the shoulders, led her to the rear of the classroom, then through a door marked for storage. He closed the door behind them.
Connie had always wondered what the little room sat the rear of each classroom were like. She had never been in one before. They were used for stocks of books and equipment, film projectors and things, and the walls were lined with crammed shelves. It was no larger than a closet, really, but it was adequate for what Mr. Dean had in mind.
"What are we going to do?" asked Connie, thrilled at the unexpected turn of events. Her eyes were wide and dazzling. She was breathing raggedly.
"What do you think, little girl?" he sneered. He unbuckled his belt, and his pants dropped, to the floor.
"Mr. Dean!" Connie gasped, staring at the bulge in his shorts. Everything was happening so fast. She didn't know what to do.
"This is what you want, isn't it?" he croaked. "Isn't this why you've been looking sick all during class? It took me a while to catch on. You'll have to excuse me."
He shoved his shorts down his legs, and the thick boom of his cock swayed into view. It was about seven inches long and stuck out from his crotch hair at a ninety-degree angle. His balls hung tight in their hairy sac below. Taking his cock in hand, he began to pump it slowly.
"Mr. Dean…" Connie began. But she didn't know what to say. This was all too much for her.
"Come on, what are you waiting for, little girl? Drop your pants. Show your tits. Let's go!"
Still, she hesitated. Dean impatiently yanked her dress off her shoulders, forcing the fabric down far enough for the heavy swells of her tits to wobble into view. He gasped and paused for a few seconds to mold his palms over her lush pear-shaped tits. He squeezed and mauled them, circling his hands around and around on the full mounds.
"I'd no idea you were built so beautifully, Connie," he whispered, gazing at the stiffening knobs of her nut-brown nipples. "You have the tits of a nude model."
"Mr. Dean…" Connie murmured hesitantly. She was standing quite passively in front of him, letting him do as he liked. But, just as she'd done in the car with Bobby, she found herself protesting quietly.
"Shit, I'd like to suck on those sometime," Dean muttered. "But we don't have much time. You never know who might happen by. Turn around. Lean up against the shelves."
"What?" Connie asked. But he was already grabbing her, twisting her round to face the wall-shelves full of books. She was forced to put out her arms and support herself against them.
"Spread your legs. Let's see what you got down here," he went on, his voice low and excited. "Shit, what a body you got."
Propped up against the shelves, Connie did as she was told, arching her back and spreading her thighs for him. Her pretty ass stuck out invitingly under her dress. He stood behind her, leaned down and began fumbling with her. Suddenly, he had the dress flipped over her back, and he was reaching his fingers underneath the elastic of her panties and hose.
"What are you going to do?" Connie asked, though she had a pretty fair idea. "What are you going to do to me?"
Dean didn't answer. He was suddenly on his knees behind her, tugging her panties and hose down off her hips until he had them halfway down her thighs. He gave a choked gurgle, tore down her panties until they were around her ankles, then mashed his face in the sweet girlish pussy crack between her legs. He gripped both of her ass cheeks in his hands, spreading them wide apart, and forced his mouth onto the lovely tufted gash of her cunt.
"Mr. Dean!" Connie gasped, totally shocked. "Mr. Dean, what are you doing?"
"Sssnnnrrrfff," Dean answered, forcing his face deeper. He was licking up and down her fuck slit, digging his tongue between the soft, puffy slabs of her cunt lips. Her pussy hair tickled his chin. His nose was trapped in the crack between her perfectly tight little ass cheeks.
Connie sighed deeply. It felt so strange to have a man using his mouth on her down there, in her most private places. It was so dirty, in a way. But it felt so nice. His tongue was probing inside her, dividing her pussy lips and exploring inside like a friendly little animal. It was making her go all tense and trembling inside. She was weak in the knees.
Dean snuffled deep in her cunt for a while longer, then came up for air, his chops all greasy with cunt juice. He sucked in air through his nose while he licked and teased his way up and down her ass crack. He diddled his tongue against her asshole, then slid lower once again to nip at her flowering cunt. Her fuck-hole was blossoming like some exotic plant, its pink inner tissue drooling with cream.
"Oh, oh, my goodness!" Connie warbled. She gripped the book shelves tightly and swirled her ass around in slow sultry circles on top of his nibbling mouth. Her big tits swung down below her, her nipples thick and swollen.
Finally, Dean could stand it no more. He lifted his face from her greasy crotch, then staggered to his feet, his cock now angling to the ceiling at forty-five degrees. He placed his hand in the small of her back and paused for a spilt second. Then, taking his cock in his other hand, he nudged it under the crook of her spread thighs.
He had no trouble finding the hot, wet gash of her cunt. It was already split wide and oozing.
And once he nudged it with the purple head of his cock, her steaming fuck-hole nearly sucked him inside. Her thick greasy pussy lips nibbled at his prickhead and wrapped themselves around his knob's. All he had to do was ease forward gently, and four inches of cockmeat had disappeared inside Connie.
"Oooooh! Ooooh!" she moaned, her knuckled turning white on the wooden bookshelves. "You're inside me! Your cock's inside me!"
"It's going, it's going," he agreed, and he watched as the rest of his thick fuck shaft drove into the split slice of her cunt.
"It doesn't even hurt! It feels so nice!" she crooned, and she moved her feet farther apart on the floor to give him more room to maneuver.
Dean began a slow fucking motion with his cock, letting her get used to the feel of it inside her. But he didn't have much time to play around. They might be discovered in there at any time. And he would be a goner. A teacher fucking one of his sweet young students in the store room. He could kiss his career goodbye. He speeded up his motions gradually, feeding her more and more cock, going deeper each time.
"My goodness! Ohhh, my!" Connie chanted. Each time he thrust forward into her, her big, beautiful tits swung back and forth heavily.
"I shouldn't be letting you do this to me," she panted, her voice dripping with lust. He'd forced her so far forward now that she had her face pressed up against one of the bookshelves.
"Relax and enjoy," he hissed, pumping his hips harder and harder at her. Her wet cunt had greased his cock with a thick layer of slime, and it glistened wetly each time it was pulled back into the light.
"It feels so nice! So nice! Ooooooh!" she whimpered, her cheek mashed against the bookshelf, her eyes closed tightly.
He suddenly began to fuck her harder, with fast, vicious lunges of his hips. He spread both his hands on her ass cheeks, forcing them apart so that he could clearly see the progress of his gleaming prick. Her pink, pulpy cunt lips were wrapped around the ugly bulk of his cock like a mouth, and they sucked him just as yell. He forced her pussy lips back in on themselves each time he drilled deep into her.
"Mr. Dean?" she gasped in her little girl voice, as if she were about to ask him about some math problem she didn't understand.
"Yes, sweet little Connie?" he grunted. Sweat was pouring down his chest now and he was fucking her as if he were very near to coming.
"Is it good for you? Does it feel nice to be fucking me?"
Dean groaned aloud. He felt his balls swirling. He snaked his arms beneath her to catch the swinging melons of her tits in his hands. What an innocent little cunt she was. As if he wouldn't be feeling fantastic, fucking someone as young and pretty and stacked as she. Shit, he was going to have a hard time holding back the cum now.
"Is it nice? Does your cock feel good?" she went on, her voice dreamy and distracted.
"I'll show you how nice it is. I'll show you how good it feels," he moaned. He fucked into her pussy again and again, so hard and fast his naked ass cheeks were a blur of motion. Cum blazed in his balls.
Suddenly, he was snorting into her ear, and his body went stiff and tight. A thick bolt of cum shot from his cocktip, deep into her cunt.
And another. And another. Hot, swirling blobs of jism jetted from his piss slit and soared up inside her quivering pussy. His balls were emptying with a vengeance.
"Ohhh! Ohhh, my! Are you coming? Ohhhh, my!" Connie bleated. Her cunt suddenly felt awash with something, as if someone had shoved a shaken soda bottle inside her and let it fizz. Again and again, she felt his cock twitch, tremble, and blast something wet up her sucking pussy.
"Feel it! Feel it spurt up your cunt!" Dean moaned, never once losing his rhythm with his jetting cock. More and more cum was spilling from him, and when he withdrew his cock, it was covered with strings of greasy white jism.
Connie kept still. She could feel something warm and wet drooling down the insides of her thighs. She wished she could see it. She wished she could watch his cock spurt, as she had in the car with Bobby. This way, she'd never know when it was over. All she could do was wait and let him finish at his own speed, wait until he'd stopped coming.
He held her by the waist now, both his large hands almost circling her entirely. And he shot another hot blast of steaming cum up her cunt.
But then he was pulling back from her, hauling his cock from her pussy altogether. He propped his greased prick up in the crack of her ass and let the rest of his jism drool out into the small of her back. He humped her very gently now.
"Was it good? Was it good to come inside me like that?" she wondered innocently. She tried to turn her head to look at him, but she was limited in the moves she could make.
He didn't answer. He was angling his cock up and down in the slice of her ass, watching the thick, white strands of cum drip and drool onto her back. He nudged his prickhead back and forth, spreading the silver cream on her skin. Considering he'd shot off most of his load inside her, there was an awful lot of cum pooled in the small of her back.
"Well, young Connie, that was very nice," he said at last. His jism was seeping down into her ass crack. "And I think that'll be all for today. Yes, that will be all for today."