"All right, class. Who knows the answer to the question? How many men signed the Declaration of Independence?"
Linda Blake looked around the room and saw a sea of blank faces. A few looked as if they were working hard at figuring out the answer, as if it could be calculated. The usual number of hands were waving boldly in the air. Those were the students who never failed to have the right answer at the right time.
There was an addition to the bright kids this time. Kenny Tesser's hand was waving along with the others.
"Kenny. You seem to have the answer on the tip of your tongue." For a brief instant, Linda shivered with the memory of Kenny's tongue lapping up and down the inside of her thigh, then slowly moving up, to her snatch and sucking and licking her twat until she cried out in orgasm.
The teacher shook the remembrance from her head. This was class time. She didn't dare let such thoughts intrude or she might say or do something she'd later regret.
"Yes, Miss Blake. There were fifty-six signers."
"Hmmm, that's right. Very good. I'm glad to see you're studying harder now than you were before." She went on with the lecture on American history. It was true that Kenny was working harder than he had before she'd begun her unique tutoring program with him. The boy seemed to want to please her. And that was fine with Linda. The brunette didn't have to waste as much time trying to force odd bits of knowledge into his head. If he willingly studied, then… then they could do more interesting things.
There were more interesting kinds of head, too. And more interesting things to stuff.
The bell rang and the class dashed for the door. It was Friday. Not a one of the students wanted to stay an extra second, not with the weekend ahead of them.
None, except Kenny. He wanted to stay for his extra-special session with Miss Blake. The last, one had been super. And the vague promise she'd made him about this one being unique had kept him guessing for two solid days. He thought he might know what she meant.
No more of the mouth love. He didn't think that was for kids, it was too neat for that. But he knew that there was something to be done with his cock other than run a hand up and down it or have Linda suck on it.
Likewise, there was a lot to do with that hairy clam he'd found hidden tinder her skirt. More than just running his tongue around inside the tiny hole.
Kenny got hard just thinking that Linda Blake was actually going to let him fuck her.
He walked hesitantly up to her desk, half-afraid she was going to dismiss him and half-afraid she wouldn't, he said, "Miss Blake? Do you want to, uh, have one of the, uh, sessions tonight?"
Green eyes shone into his blue ones. The woman erotically licked her lips. The boy hadn't thought it was possible to get turned on by such a simple act, yet he was getting more and more rigid just looking at his seductive history teacher.
The coral tip of her tongue flashed out between her red lips. The small lip sensuously licked and moved in a complete circuit around her lips. The way the corners of her mouth turned upward slightly made it all seem naughty, not quite the thing you'd do in polite company.
And it made the teenager's cock as hard as an iron rod.
"Sure, Kenny. Didn't I promise you something new?"
"Uh, yeah, you did. But, er, I thought maybe… well, it's the weekend and all that…"
"Do you want to go? Is that it?" Linda didn't try to conceal the disappointment in her voice. She couldn't control herself with Kenny any more. It was becoming an obsession with her. The boy's young body was so strongly attractive to her that she'd dare anything for one of the "sessions" with him.
"Oh, no! Nothing like that. I – never mind." He looked down at the tops of his sneakers.
Linda looked over the young boy in front of her. He'd changed immensely in just the week since she'd started relieving her sexual tensions with him. He seemed more composed, less upset over minor things. There was an acceptance of his home life now that hadn't existed before. In his own immature way, Linda thought Kenny might be failing in love with her.
The idea appealed to her. It was kinky, a twenty-eight-year old woman seducing a eighteen year-old boy. He was half as old as she was. But the very kinkiness of it all turned Linda on in a big way. That and the idea they could be caught during any of the "tutoring" periods by a passing teacher or the principal.
Whatever it was doing for her, it was doing wonders for Kenny. He was studying harder just to be able to fool around during their clandestine meetings. He wanted all the time spent on his extra-special lessons in lust.
"Close the door, will you, Kenny?" She watched the boy cress the room and carefully shut the door with the frosted glass panel in it. Now, the only way they could be seen would be someone coming into the room.
Linda felt a thrill at the thought someone might come into the classroom while she and Kenny were fucking. After all, there was no way in hell she could possibly control herself if the boy managed to trigger an orgasm in her.
Kenny returned and stood obediently by the woman's desk. She smiled, then reached under her full, loose skirt. She'd planned ahead. Linda wanted a dress that would easily pull up around her waist.
When the boy saw tat his teacher was going to take off her panties, he coughed, then shyly asked, "Miss Blake… Linda? Would you, uh, mind if I did that? I sort of like doing it."
"No," she said in surprise. "I wouldn't mind at all. In fact, I'd like you to do it, Kenny."
She stood beside her desk waiting patiently. His hands were shaking slightly but he was more confident of his actions now than he had been two days earlier. He stroked up and down the woman's wondrously smooth legs. The ripple of her satiny skin excited him. It felt cool to the touch.
Shimmers of delight radiated through his body. His arms tingled with the motion. Under his hands was vibrant female flesh. Linda never moved as the boy softly stroked up and down her leg. Nor did she move when his hand strayed between her thighs.
Linda sighed when Kenny lightly, furtively touched her silk-encased pussy mound. His fingers slipped under the edge and momentarily diddled in the tangled jungle of pubic hair. Then the boy's hand started working the silk panties off.
Linda shuddered with anticipation. Kenny's hand stroked up along the curve of her pert, taut ass. His fingers rubbed over her pussy mound lightly touching her cunt lips. Already she felt her cunt beginning to seethe and ooze its oils. She knew that his hand was so close to her cunt that he could reach out and grasp her any time he wanted.
But Kenny was inexperienced. He didn't know what turned a woman on yet. That was what this was all about. This was why she was taking the time to show him.
"Kenny, oh, Kenny! Hmmmm, thaaaaat's gooooad!" Linda moaned suddenly, the boy's hand returning to stroke along her sex slash. "But get the panties off. Yeeeesssss!" she hissed. "That's the waaay!"
Waves of delight coursed through her body. The light touches the boy wed on her gash made her cunt overflow with inner lubricants. He didn't try stuffing his fingers into her. Not yet. He was still not sun if it was right that she should be this juicy. He still worried that something was wrong and he was hurting her.
Kenny's hand had become drenched with Linda's pussy juice. He tossed the panties aside, then dropped to his knees. He burrowed up under his teacher's skirt again. He wanted to sample more of the woman's juicy delights.
This time, however, Linda had something else in mind. She grabbed him by the back of the collar. Lifting, she got him back to his feet.
"Kenny," she sighed, settling her ass on the desk so that her legs hung over, "are you stiff yet?"
"What?"
"Are you hard? Do you have an erection?"
"Oh." He was feeling the tight constraints of his jeans in a big way. His cock was a white hot poker trapped inside his pants. There wasn't much else he wanted in the world than to release it.
A quick movement of Linda's hands and she had his prick out. She gave it an encouraging squeeze.
"Now's the time you learned what really pleases a woman. You're going to fuck me. Hard and fast, but you're going to fuck me."
"But I…"
Linda pulled his four-inch dick toward her cunt while she hiked up her skirt. She felt the youth's cock tighten when the full light of day shone down on her exposed pussy mound.
"Don't worry, Kenny. I'll show you everything. Everything. Just trust me."
"Sure, Miss… Linda. I trust you. I… stuff my, uh, cock into you?" His voice quivered now.
"Y-yes!"
The teacher pulled the boy to her body. Her eager hand guided his cock to her cunt. She felt the slender tube of meat grow under her grasp. Kenny was getting more and more excited. As he did, blood pounded fiercely into his prick. And that expanded the four-inch length until its girth was almost that of a man's dick.
Kenny licked his dry lips. He looked don to where he was being led. The brown-furred triangle of Linda's sex seemed to attract him like a magnet pulls iron. He could see tiny droplets of her cunt juice suspended in the pussy mound. And, like an erode arrow, the bush pointed down to that area where his cock was slowly entering.
He felt the wetness on the tip of his cock. His glans throbbed and hurt from desire. As the boy's dick pushed through the blood-filled flaps guarding the woman's cunt, he found his breath coming faster and faster. His heart pounded wildly. His hips were almost beyond control! For a reason he only vaguely understood, he wanted to slam his hips forward as hard and fast as he could.
Linda pulled harder on his cock. He felt the entire end of his prick go up into the hot, steamy interior of her cunt. Kenny closed his eyes and gasped. The heat seemed to flow down his cock and into his balls. He felt his cum bubble and boil. The furry sac containing his balls hardened into a small sphere.
Desire burst forth in his loins for the first time. And, for the first time, he knew exactly what to do.
Without hesitation, Kenny slammed his body against Linda's. The sudden penetration robbed both of them of their breath.
The impact carried the woman back, flat onto the desk. Kenny ended up pressing down onto her tits. He felt the rapid motion of the mounds of her succulent tits against his chest. For a brief second, he wished she wasn't wearing a bra. Kenny wanted to take a double handful of her boobs and squeeze and maul them.
But the warmth and pressure between his legs suddenly occupied him again. Linda used her stomach muscles to good advantage. She clamped down on Kenny's buried length. With his cock all the way up her cunt, the boy thought the tiny tunnel he had fucked into was collapsing. He was positive he was going to have his cock chopped off by the sudden pressure.
He yelped.
"Don't worry, Kenny, darling," Linda soothed. "Just relax and enjoy the feelings in your body. It's all right. It's natural. Normal. Just do whatever seems right."
She lay back on the desk. Her legs were still draped over the edge of the desk. With sudden resolve, Linda raised them and locked her ankles behind Kenny's back. The boy was trapped, his cock hidden up her cunt. She didn't want to take the chance of him backing out and panicking. She wanted him to fuck her.
The boy's cock didn't completely fill her cunt. She had to really squeeze down before she could feel the pulsating prick in her cunt. Then Linda began moving her hips in an erotic motion, slowly undulating back and forth.
Kenny got the idea. With the teacher's legs imprisoning him, he could not move much. But he was able to wiggle around enough. And with a four inch dong, it was all he needed. He pulled back until only the purpled hood of his dick rested inside Linda.
With a sudden pistoning motion of his pelvis, Kenny drove his cock into Linda. They both gasped. The boy was sure he'd pass out from the sudden experience. His entire body shook in reaction. The warmth and heat and wetness and tightness of her cunt were so wonderful!
This was a damn sight better even than letting the woman jack him off!
"That's it, Kenny! Fuck me! Fuck me noooow!"
The boy's hips seemed to take over. He grunted, then shoved forward as powerfully as he could. He felt the hot flesh of Linda's cunt surround his cock. Her wet fuck juices coated his dick. The youth was buried balls deep up the seething, hot cunt.
He retreated until only the tip of his cock remained inside the brunette. Then Kenny shoved forward, this time aided by the wonderful pull of Linda's legs. She wanted him buried as far up her clinging cunt as possible.
Their breathing began to sound like steam engines. The boy panted and puffed as he worked. Then, the age old rhythm began to find it way to the surface past his nervousness. In and out, in and out in a smooth coordinated effort.
"Fuck meeee! Ohhhh, yessss!" cried Linda, her hips thrashing around on the desk. She felt her ass lifting off the table with each and every stroke Kenny made into her cunt. The pressure seemed to build inside her body. Every powerful fucking motion sent arrows of delight sailing into her body. The friction caused by the passage of Kenny's cock into her cunt was driving her mad with lust.
With a particularly hard balls-deep thrust, Kenny knew that he wouldn't be able to continue. His mind was glazed over. His vision blurred. All that mattered to the youngster was the burning in his balls. It wasn't possible for him to control himself any longer.
He came.
Kenny kept fucking Linda until his cock started to droop. But it was long enough. The feel of his flesh moving across her cuntlips and clit, the friction created by his cock as it reamed out her cunt, the very sight of the young boy's face as he fucked her and brought off Linda.
The woman moaned, then grunted as she climaxed. It took all her control to keep from screaming out her passions. That would have brought everyone in the building down on them in an instant.
As it was, Linda Blake was just barely aware of what was happening when she heard footsteps coming down the hall. She quickly pushed Kenny into a chair and whispered, "Damn it, zip up your fly!"
She tried to arrange her skirt to look as normal as possible, then spun and plopped down in her chair just as the door to the classroom opened.
"Oh, sorry, Linda," said Susan Hendrix, one of the other teachers. "I didn't know you had anyone left here."
"It's okay, Sue. What can I do for you?"
"Just wanted to see if you were interested in, uh, well, the usual Friday afternoon uh, conference." She didn't want to come out and ask if Linda wanted to go down to the Plucky Duck for a few drinks. It never paid to advertise that school teachers might enjoy liquor. That lost too many jobs and jobs were hard to come by.
"I suppose so. Kenny was just leaving, weren't you, Kenny?"
"Uh, sure, Miss Blake. See you again next week?" The quiver in his voice was obvious to Linda but apparently not to Sue. She didn't even look twice as the boy left.
"Be with you in a minute," said Linda. She hastily picked up the discarded panties and stuffed them into her purse making certain Sue didn't see what she was doing. It had been close. A few seconds earlier and the other teacher would have discovered her with Kenny.