Monday was a rainy day. Sally didn't mind the rain. It suited her mood. Bill came around trying to be friendly but Sally didn't feel like being friendly. She was mad at the world, although she really didn't have a good reason.
Her morning classes went badly. She answered her teachers with reluctance. She treated her friends with contempt, even her closest friends. Finally everyone seemed to get the idea and just left her alone.
Mr. Pucket held her after class. Mr. Pucket was a weak-looking, ineffectual teacher. Most of the students made fun of him, especially the girls. He seemed to be frustrated by the girls who wore short skirts and they would only make his frustrations worse by letting their dresses slide up and giving him teasing smiles.
Today Sally was in no mood for his lecturing.
"Sally," Mr. Pucket began. "You've been doing poorly this quarter. We're really going to have to do something about your grades."
"What did you have in mind, Mr. Pucket?" Sally asked sweetly.
Mr. Pucket looked uncomfortable. Sally had worn a tight-fitting pink pants suit to school that day. She could feel his eyes tracing the swell of her titties underneath her frilly blouse.
"Well I thought we might get some extra study in," Mr. Pucket said. "I just hate to see an intelligent girl like you doing so badly."
"More study," Sally said bitterly. "It seems like that's all I ever do."
"But the work is just not that hard, Sally," Mr. Pucket protested.
"I know that," Sally said. "It just seems like math and I don't get along."
"Nonsense," Mr. Pucket said. "All that it requires is a little more work on your part. You'd be surprised at how easy the answers seem once you put your mind to it."
Sally sighed with disgust. She hated math. She'd always gotten nervous over the figures required for math work, and her nervousness made everything seem so confusing. Besides, she hated study. She was smart enough so that she could make good grades in the rest of her classes without much of a problem.
Damn, Sally thought. She could see no way out of putting more time into her studying. Her parents had promised a new car for her birthday but she'd never get it if she failed any of her courses.
Sally looked up and saw Mr. Pucket look away guiltily. He had been staring at her tits again. A thought came to Sally. There was one way that she could make good grades and enjoy herself. She was almost shocked at her thoughts. She would have never even considered such a possibility a few days before. But she had lost her virginity the night of the dance and now she had nothing to lose. She was smart enough to know what to do to keep from getting pregnant.
She looked at Mr. Pucket in a different light. He really wasn't such a bad-looking man. He was skinny and balding, but that would make things easier for her. It had probably been a long time since he'd had a good-looking girl.
Of course, her seduction of Mr. Pucket would require some thought. He was interested in her but he wasn't panting hotly like Bill had been. He would be harder to seduce than a boy her own age.
"I know I need to do more work," Sally admitted. "But I don't like to work alone. Maybe we could get together after school, Mr. Pucket? Then I could really get some work done with you helping me with my problems."
She almost laughed out loud at his expression. She could tell he was torn by his feelings as a teacher and as a man. He wanted to be alone with her but he didn't want to risk it. She was gad he was so dedicated because his love of teaching finally won out.
"Okay, Sally," Mr. Pucket said. "We can get together. Shall we start this afternoon?"
"That would be nice, Mr. Pucket," Sally shrugged. "I'll come back as soon as school is over with."
Sally left his room with a swish of her backside. She liked the way his eyes followed her. It made her feel warm inside. She knew what was going to happen that afternoon, even if Mr. Pucket thought they were only going to study.
Sally went through the rest of the day in a happier mood. She knew that before Duke had fucked her she would have never thought of seducing her teacher for a good grade. She had read about situations like that but she'd never believed them.
All that day Sally thought of ways that she could seduce Mr. Pucket. Thinking of his naked body made her warm. He would be desperate for pussy, she thought. Especially for a young thing like Sally. She could hardly wait for the last bell to ring.
Bill was waiting for her outside the door to her last class. She gave him a look of impatience. Bill was okay, but she had other things on her mind.
"Do you want me to take you home?" Bill asked.
"If you want to wait that long," Sally said. "But I've got to study with Mr. Pucket tonight."
"I thought you hated math," Bill said.
"I do," Sally said. "I have to do something to get my grades up or I'll flunk that silly course. My parents would beat me with a board if I failed a class."
She almost giggled as Bill walked away dejectedly. She certainly wasn't going to fail her math course. She was going to do something to get her grades, although she didn't think Bill would ever suspect what it was, Bill was so foolish that he thought he had taken her virginity away. Sally let him go on thinking that. She might need him in the future.
Sally hoped it wouldn't take much to seduce Mr. Pucket. She already felt warm between her thighs and she had no patience for going over silly math problems. Taking no chances, she stopped off at the bathroom before she went to Mr. Pucket's class. She made sure she was alone and then she stripped off her blouse and bra. She put her blouse back on. She then surveyed herself in the bathroom mirror.
She wasn't really showing anything. The big brown outline of her nipples could barely be seen. But it was obvious that she was not wearing a bra. She smiled with a smug satisfaction. Mr. Pucket certainly couldn't resist those tits very long.
Mr. Pucket was sitting behind his desk grading papers when she entered his classroom. She shut the door and put her math books on his desk.
"Are you ready to begin?" Sally asked.
"Just a moment, Sally," he said. "Just let me finish these last papers."
Sally went over and looked out the window as he finished grading his papers. She could see the parking lot. She saw Bill opening the door to his car for Judith Thorne. Judith was the class whore. It was rumored that Judith had fucked nearly every boy in school. A few days before and Sally would have been mad as hell. Today she just shrugged it off. So what if Bill wanted some pussy? She certainly didn't blame him. Now that she knew how much fun sex was. If she had been a boy she'd have been after all the pussy she could get.
"Okay, Sally," Mr. Pucket said. "Let's get down to business."
Sally turned around slowly and held herself so that he would be sure to see the outlines of her nipples thought the fabric of her blouse. He did see. She saw him swallow nervously and try to tear his eyes away. He couldn't seem to look anywhere else but at her titties.
"Yes," Sally said. "Let's get down to business." She pulled her desk up close to his chair so that her knee was almost pressed against his own. The top two buttons of her blouse were already undone. She knew that when she leaned over Mr. Pucket could look down her blouse and see a bare strip of her pink flesh.
Mr. Pucket opened her math book. She brushed her long brown hair back from her collar in a sexy way and bent her head so that she could pretend to be looking at the pages. He cleared his throat. She knew he was looking down the front of her blouse at the top of her twin peaks.
She risked a glance at his crotch. He was getting hard as she knew he would be. Good, she thought. That was the way she wanted him. Hot and randy. And it wasn't taking very much for her to get him turned on.
"All right, Sally," Mr. Thicket said. "First let's look at page twenty-five. This is where you screwed…"
He stopped suddenly, embarrassed over his selection of words. He cleared his throat again. She gave him an innocent look.
"Where you messed up the last exam," he continued. "Now let's look at the value of these problems."
For a long while she pretended to be interested in the problems on the page, but she had little idea of what he was talking about. She had her attention on his eyes and the way he kept looking down the front of her blouse. Twice she moved a little so that he could get a full view of her creamy titties. He could almost see her nipples.
He sent over all of the things she'd already heard in class. Some of it Sally knew and some of it was foreign to her. She didn't understand it any better when he finished.
"Now," Mr. Pucket said. "We've gone over a few things. Let me ask you a few questions to see how much you've learned."
He started to ask her questions. She was honest enough to answer the ones she knew. She just shrugged her shoulders at the ones she didn't.
"Sally," Mr. Pucket said in exasperation. "You've got to pay attention. You're not going to learn anything unless you pay attention."
She could feel a lecture coming on. She didn't want to get him started on a lecture or she'd never be able to get him where she wanted him to be. She knew she had to shock him and shock him fast.
"You've certainly been paying enough attention for both of us," Sally said.
He pretended not to understand what she had said. He gave her a puzzled look.
"I don't understand," he said.
"My titties," Sally said. "You've been looking at my titties."
"I-I have not," Mr. Pucket stammered.
Sally stood up and walked around the room. She looked out of the window a few minutes while listening to his breathing. She knew he was trying to think of something to say in his defense. Sally walked back and sat down in her chair. She leaned close to him.
"All this gets me down," Sally said. "I just can't do it."
"Of course you can," he said.
"I just wish there was something else I could do," Sally said. "Something else for a good grade. Isn't there anything else I can do?"
She took a chance. She leaned across him and let her hot hand rest on his knee and she began to rub.
"Sally," he gasped. "You don't know what you're doing."
"I know what I'm saying," Sally said. "I'm willing to do anything for a good grade."
She had him really turned on. The bulge in his crotch was about to burst through his trousers. He strained to see more of her tits. She moved her hot knees closer to his. She started rubbing her knee against him as she caressed his leg.
"Do you like this?" Sally asked.
She allowed her hand to slip farther up his thigh. She could feel the heat coming through his trousers. His hand was on her shoulder. He started pulling her close.
"Y-Yes," he trembled. "I like it."
She felt his lips brush against her own. He seemed to be trying to take control of himself. He pulled back from her. There were a few drops of sweat on his forehead.
"This is crazy," he said. "I can't go through with this."
"Can't you?" Sally asked.
Sally got out of her chair and walked to the door. She locked it. She walked to the windows and pulled the shades down, then turned around to look at Mr. Pucket. He hadn't moved. His hands were clutching his desk so hard that his fingers were turning white.
"I know what you'd like," Sally said.
She started to unbutton her blouse. Mr. Pucket looked down at the floor. He was trembling. He spoke in a nervous whisper. "We can't."
Sally finished unbuttoning her blouse and she slipped it off hey shoulders. Mr. Pucket looked back up at her. His eyes were burning holes in her full titties. She knew that she had him under her control. Now he would do anything she asked of him.
"Oh God!" he rasped.
She walked softly across the room and sat down in his lap. She pressed her huge titties against the rough fabric of his shirt. His hand caressed her back and then cupped her left titty.
"Why don't you kiss me, Mr. Pucket?" Sally asked.
His lips were gentle as he pressed them against hen. He was growing short of breath. He pushed her away.
"This is crazy," he said. "We can't be doing this. We can't be."
She rubbed her full ass against the hard bulge in his trousers. He kissed her again and this time his tongue went into her mouth hard and demanding.
Now both hands came up and grasped her titties. He squeezed them like he was kneading dough. He kept squeezing them and flicking the nipples until Sally started to grow hot.
"Oh God, Sally," he moaned. "Oh God!"
She slipped out of his lap. He reached for her but she danced out of his way.
"I think I should make an A in math this quarter," Sally said. "That should please my parents."
"But you've flunked nearly every test," he protested. "How would I explain a grade like that."
"You'll think of something," Sally said. "Agree to an A or I put my clothes back on and walk out of here. I don't think you'd like that."
"Okay," he said. "Anything you ask."
She sat down on the edge of his desk. She liked the way his eyes devoured her naked titties. It made her feel warm inside. She also liked the way he licked his lips. He wanted her and very badly.
Sally lifted her tits up toward him.
"Do you think I'm pretty?" Sally asked.
"Oh, God, yes," he answered.
"Do you think I'm beautiful?" Sally asked.
"Yes," he groaned. "I think you're beautiful. You really are beautiful."
She got an impish delight in teasing him. She had never been quite so happy.
"Take my pants off," she commanded him.
He dropped to his knees in front of her and slid his hands underneath the waist of her pants and tugged them down. She stretched her long legs out as he pulled her pink pants off.
"Eat me," Sally said. "Eat my pussy."
She watched as he pressed his face to her panties.
"Undress first," she commanded. "Undress and eat my pussy."
Quickly Mr. Pucket started tearing his clothes off. He revealed a skinny body and a not very impressive cock. Even Bill had a better cock.
Still, he excited Sally. He excited her mostly by the control she had over him. He fell to his knees once more. He stared kissing her thighs. His hands slipped under her panties and drew them down her legs. She opened her legs wider so that he was looking into the quivering pink lips of her hot pussy.
She put her hands behind his head and pulled him closer. His tongue licked at her vulva and she shivered. Evidently Mr. Pucket had eaten pussy before. He was no novice at using his tongue. He licked the outside of her cunt until she was hot and juicy.
Then she felt a shiver of delight as his wet tongue entered her. He rubbed his tongue against her sensitive pussy wall.
"Ummmmm," Sally moaned. "That's good. That's really good, Mr. Pucket."
He didn't have an impressive cock but his tongue was fat and long. He continued licking the side of her cunt until she grabbed him by the hair and ground him into her moist cunt.
She almost screamed as his tongue flicked against her hard clit.
"Oh, Christ!" she cried. "That's wonderful! Oh, do that again!"
Once more he lashed his tongue at her clit and delightful spasms shocked her body. She tugged him closer even closer to her cunt. He used his tongue to capture her clit between his sucking lips. He nibbled on them until she knew it wasn't going to be long before she climaxed. This was delightful. This was as good as a thick cock. Well, almost as good.
"Oh God," she said. "I'm going to come. Oh fuck, I'm going to come! Eat me good, Mr. Pucket! Eat me good! Oh fuck, I'm going to come!"
She didn't allow him to pull his face back as she released her hot juices into his mouth. She made him swallow the juices and she was turned on even more by the sound of his sucking mouth. She shuddered. She quit grinding her cunt against his face and allowed him to raise his head.
"Oh Jesus," she said. "Mr. Pucket, you certainly know how to eat a girl right!"
Sally leaned back on his desk, spreading her legs wide. She was lying on his books and papers but she didn't care. She made a motion with her finger for him to take her.
"Come on," she said. "Fuck me with that thing!"
Mr. Pucket's small cock was sticking up straight and hard when he crawled up on the desk and stretched out on top of her. His cock slipped in easily and she felt him stretching her even with his small thing.
"Oh Sally," he moaned. "Oh God, Sally!"
She knew he couldn't last long and she was right. He pumped only a few minutes before she felt the first hot spurt of his juice against her insides. She ground herself against him as his cum filled her.
She felt wonderful now that she had discovered the kind of power her sexy young body could give her.