While sitting on the john, with her panties down around her knees and her skirt hiked up, Susan tremblingly reached for the wad of toilet tissue which blocked the peephole between the boys' and girls' rest rooms.
Some naughty youth had cut the hole long ago – before Susan had taken the teaching job in Poplar Gap. The girls kept stuffing it with paper, and the boys kept pulling the paper out. Today Susan was going to do the pulling. She had done it before.
Her heart pounded as she plucked the small paper wad from the hole. She bent and brought a wide brown eye in line with the aperture.
The giddy hope, which had drawn her to the rest room after she had observed Tommy Lanson entering the boys' room, was thrillingly fulfilled. From just inches away, Susan stared with one near-to-popping eye at Tommy's adorable, pink-headed cock which he held between his thumb and forefinger after having urinated. A final drop fell from the little slit at the end of his penis. He shook the 13-year-old appendage and seemed about to place it back into his pants.
Oh, no! Susan thought, for she wanted to admire it awhile longer. It was such a beautiful little prick!
The pricks of young boys obsessed Susan. She frequently thought about them, dreamed about them, and visualized them in her mind's eye. She rarely had an opportunity to see one in the flesh, and she wanted to make the most of it.
To make the experience even more delightful, Tommy was her favorite among all the pupils in her eighth grade class. He had blond hair and a fresh, baby-smooth face which glowed with innocence. How Susan would have loved to cuddle him… to tenderly take his clothes off… to press her vibrant nakedness against him and to…
She dared not think of the rest.
Tommy looked down at his pubescent cock. His shaking of it had caused the cleanly circumcised organ to expand a bit and lengthen perceptibly. He shook it some more.
With her heart hammering in her throat and her eye aching from the strain of staring through the peephole, Susan thrilled as the young lad's prick stiffened to truly formidable size. The proud head rose, swelling and growing red as a tomato.
Oh, my God! Susan said behind a throat that was dry with tension. Her gleaming pink lips gaped sensuously.
The lad on the other side of the partition, unmindful that he was being spied upon, lovingly stroked his hard, up thrust pecker.
Susan squirmed on the toilet seat. Suddenly she had acquired a raging inferno between her thighs. Actually, however, her tight, velvet-lipped pussy with its thick and wispy black hairs was not between her thighs at the moment but was more or less hanging down in the toilet hole. She glided a delicate hand across the smooth, cream-toned skin above her right stocking top. Susan never wore pantyhose, because she had too much respect for her lovely legs and hips to encase them, sausage-like, in that ugly, suffocating garment. Her pink-tipped fingers reached the hair and soft lips of her budding cunt. She parted the delicate labia, finding them already moist, and tickled her throbbing love-bud.
A hot breath escaped her mouth, and she writhed ecstatically. Tommy, meanwhile, released his prick and watched it spring so high that it nearly touched the front of his pants. He gave a pleased chuckle.
Susan rubbed her clit. The voluptuous waves of emotion that surged through her battered down the wall of her prudishness, and she imagined taking Tommy's strong, boyish prick in her mouth. She could almost literally feel it there, the hot head bulging against her tongue, the shaft, like iron covered by velvet, holding her lips apart and stroking between them.
She gasped as she pinched her wildly palpitating clitty.
Then Tommy turned away from the urinal and started, whistling, to the mirror. Alone in the restroom after school, the other boys having all gone home, he seemed to be enjoying the parading about of his hard prick. He took out a comb and tidied his hair, pausing once to give his hard-on a twang, causing the springy-taut began to bounce up and down.
From her angle of vision, Susan was able only to glimpse the head of his organ at the bottom of the mirror. Then Tommy shifted his hips slightly, and even this limited view was denied the lustful young teacher.
"Shit!" Susan said softly.
She would never have used that word where anyone could hear it. She murmured it to herself only in the most trying of circumstances, when no lesser expletive would suffice.
Tommy's hard-on having subsided as quickly as it had sprung, the lad stuffed his penis back into his clothes and left the john.
With a sigh, Susan stood. She drew up her pink, silken panties, which lovingly embraced her trim belly and pouting, firm buttocks. She ran her fingers along the creases below her lovely rear cheeks, tucking the panty elastics nearly into the grooves. This drew the sheer nylon tautly across her ass. She let her skirt drop. No slip had been called for on that warm spring day.
Susan inwardly trembled with frustrated passion as she strode from the outdoor restroom. Each brushing caress of her silken thighs against each other, made moist by the girlish nectar that was seeping through the screen of her panties, further inflamed her desire. Her fair cheeks were pink, her brown eyes intense. Her loose-fitting skirt, which extended nearly to her knees, whipped about her thighs as she walked, her high heels tapping briskly on the blacktop that surrounded the small-town schoolhouse.
Susan had some test papers to grade, but was in no frame of mind to think about math while her blood raced and her private parts tingled. She wanted only to lock up her room and hurry the four blocks along Second Street to the sedate old Malcolm house where she rented a room. There she would sink into a soothing bath and calm herself so that she could face the Malcolms at dinner without feeling like a slut.
Gathering up the examination papers and the books she would need for her evening's "homework", Susan left her classroom for the night. She no sooner had emerged from the old brick schoolhouse and clicked down the stone steps before a rattly pickup came chugging to a stop in front of the school.
One might have suspected that red-haired Rusty Lanson had scented Susan's desire, like a male dog scents a bitch that is due, but an altogether different purpose had brought him to the school. Susan glanced and recognized him from her first PTA meeting at Poplar Gap. He and Tommy lived alone together, their parents having died in an auto accident several years ago.
"Thought maybe that kid brother of mine would be just coming out," he called, "and I could give him a ride. But I guess the rascal has already taken off for home."
"I'm afraid he has," Susan replied, and turned to walk up the street.
"Want a lift?" Rusty invited, his white teeth flashing in a broad grin as he took in the beauty of the teacher's flashing legs and lustrous black hair. He was a tall, rugged 24-year-old, just a year older than Susan.
She glanced his way, startled.
"Well, don't look as if I'm the big, bad wolf come to eat you up," Rusty said, though a bit of eating was not the furthest thing from his mind. "Save those pretty legs, why don't you?"
Susan was mildly vexed by his forwardness. She disliked men like Rusty. Brash, arrogant studs, she regarded them. But her legs were shaky, as a result of her abortive self-dalliance in the restroom, and she needed to sit down.
She climbed into Rusty's pickup.
"Thank you," she said demurely, looking straight ahead.
She felt the man's eyes caress the rounded thrust of her breasts beneath her summery blouse as the pickup eased forward.
"Well, how are you gettin' along with all the kiddies?" he asked, making conversation. "Have you settled into the routine yet?"
"Oh, yes," Susan replied, still not looking at Rusty.
"Man, I sure wish there'd been teachers like you when I was goin' to school," he said. "If there had, I never would have graduated."
Then you'd be the biggest dummy in the class! Susan thought of saying. But she managed only a slight smile and still didn't glance the man's way.
"Y'know," he persisted as the pickup crept along, Rusty deliberately drawing out the short trip, "you and me ought to get to know one another better."
Susan was tuning him out. He didn't interest her in the least. He was only a ride, as far as she was concerned, and the shorter the better.
Then suddenly he did something which changed the situation with the suddenness of a sunburst through gray clouds. He impertinently reached over and clasped Susan's thigh.
An electric jolt went through her. Her body had been begging for just such a contact as Rusty provided, and her nerves went on a spree. She gasped, her parted lips quivering as she stared at the man.
Rusty seemed surprised by her positive response. Surprise quickly turned to joyous anticipation.
Rusty took his hand away and jerked the pickup into a screeching turn.
"Wh-where are you going?" Susan panted.
"It's such a great day," Rusty said, his voice quivering tensely though he tried to sound cool, "you oughta have a little ride through the country."
"But I don't want a ride!" Susan protested. "I…"
Rusty's hand was on her thigh again, this time kneading, his long, strong fingers digging deep between her firm, tapering columns. Flashes of intense heat struck Susan where she lived. She felt her cuntal lips taking on blood, trying to spread. Slickness oozed between them. Her clit tingled.
She felt as if she were strangling. She was scarcely able to breathe, let alone to speak.
As the pickup rocketed along, quickly leaving the small town behind, Rusty flipped up the girl's flimsy skirt.
"Heyyy… wow!" he said as he ogled her stockings and garters and the marvelously enticing patches of naked skin above the tightly cinched stocking tops.
His hand wrapped itself around a bare thigh. He delighted in the warm smoothness of Susan's flesh. His snug-fitting Levi's became painfully constricting.
Susan was fighting for breath, her whole body throbbing. The strip of her panties which extended between her legs was sopped. She wanted to fling her legs apart.
She still didn't want Rusty. She didn't want any man. But she had to have something. Her defenses had toppled like a kid's wall of blocks.
Her lovely thighs yawned, and Rusty's hand skidded to her nylon-sheathed crotch. The pickup weaved crazily, drawing an angry honk from a car that barely managed to pass from the opposite direction. Susan's brain swirled as Rusty stroked her hot, wet cunt through her slippery panties.
"You wild bitch!" he exclaimed hoarsely. "God damn, you sure want it!"
Shame mixed with Susan's wild arousal but was quickly overwhelmed by her need. She hadn't had sex in months, though she had thought about it and dreamed about it and yearned to be released. Never mind that she had only thought and dreamed about young boys. There were times in a woman's life when a prick was a prick, and the lucky man who caught her at such a moment could be Toulouse-Lautrec or Frankenstein; it made little difference, he would get in.
The pickup bounced and screeched and sent back billows of dust as it careened down the sloping shoulder of the road into a grove of trees. It came to a stop where some large bushes shielded it from the highway above.
Susan's hot ass was jostled on the vinyl seat. She felt about to spasm.
"Oh Christ!" Rusty exclaimed, pulling the aroused girl against him. His firm lips spread her sweet mouth open and kissed it with a spearing tongue.
Susan thrilled to his oral thrust. Rusty's big hand was on a bulging breast, squeezing it through her thin blouse and bra. He felt her stiff nipple through the fabrics, pushing against his palm.
He rolled Susan's titty as freely as was possible through her clothes, but he was frustrated by their constriction. She had dropped the books and papers she had been holding and they were scattered on the floor of the pickup about her feet.
Rusty's hot, slippery tongue stroked prick-like between her lips, thrashing in her wet mouth. Her own tongue stirred mindlessly against it.
Rusty's free hand went to her back, found the tab of her zipper, and yanked it down. Susan couldn't think. She didn't want to. She let Rusty pull the top of her blouse down to her lap, exposing her white brassiere with her large breasts squeezed together inside it and partially bulging over its top.
The man wasted no time going for her bra strap which he deftly unhooked. He jerked the bra away, setting Susan's titties free. The big boobs bobbled – a creamy extravaganza of exquisitely rounded flesh with nipples rusty-red and rigid, tilting out and slightly upward big as the end-joint of a little finger.
Rusty groaned and grasped the luscious breasts, his fingers sinking into their springy softness. Susan flung her head back, moaning as the man swiped his tongue across one of her nipples. Then he was sucking that firm tip deep into his wet, warm mouth and was nursing like an infant, lapping against her nipple with his tongue as he drew at the unproductive but nonetheless deeply satisfying breast. He twisted his head, grinding his mouth against her pillowed softness as he growled deep in his throat. His hand mauled her other breast, twisting and tweaking at its nipple until that sensitive stem felt as if it would burst from throbbing.
Susan's tits offered so much firm, shapely flesh to play with that Rusty was having a ball. His long cock throbbed in the leg of his Levi's. Suddenly he let Susan go. Her head lolled on her shoulders. She could only think about wanting to lie down – but how?
Rusty solved her problem by grasping her stocking-clad legs, swinging them up and toward him. He pulled on them, skidding Susan on her panties along the vinyl truck-seat. He pushed her legs high in the air, and the befuddled teacher found herself on her back, her raven hair hanging over the edge of the pickup's seat.
The slim, hard-bodied man went for her panties, pulling the pink garment toward him. The black hair on her mount of Venus gushed into view, and a hint of her adorable slit through the hirsute forest. Rusty pulled her panties slithering along her stockings as she kept her legs wantonly raised. Her hairy cunt peeped at him from between the tops of her thighs. Picking the damp, soft nylon off her shoes, Rusty gave it a toss. Susan's pants sailed out through the window of the pickup and hooked on a bush.
Rusty spread her legs apart.
No matter how many women a man succeeds in placing on their backs, he never fails to thrill strongly at the first sight of each new cunt when its guardian thighs are spread wide. Every cunt is different from every other. The differences are usually subtle, but the experienced womanizer appreciates them nevertheless.
Rusty had spread enough thighs in his time and even at his comparatively young age to appreciate the exceptional delicacy and clean configuration of Susan's snatch, gleaming in slitted splendor beneath curling wisps of black hair. Though Rusty was holding her legs well apart, only the narrowest slice of pink inner flesh could be seen between her large labia. That was how tight Susan's pussy was.
Since her legs were sticking far up, the man had a delightful view of her asshole, as well. It was superbly dainty, its beige, star-like puckers converging on a tiny pink slit which could hardly be imagined to accommodate a prick, though Rusty knew the little aperture would stretch sufficiently with the right kind of coaxing. Some other time, he dared to hope. Today he didn't have the patience.
Rusty's salivary glands were working, and his taste buds demanded a treat. Having had a great deal of experience for a man of his age, he had progressed more rapidly than most rural playboys, passing in the last couple of years from the simple thrust-and-spurt phase of sexuality to that of suck-and-savor.
Bending into the V of Susan's stocking-clad legs, Rusty caught the scent of her thoroughly aroused vagina. She was a fastidious young woman, bathing carefully each day, so the aroma, though strong, was not stale. It was just as a worldly man liked it.
Rusty teased himself – and Susan – for brief moments by licking her inner thighs while continuing to inhale her marvelous fragrance. He ran his work-roughened hands up and down her outer thighs, across the tops of her stockings and along her smooth skin traversed by garters, enjoying a pleasure which most girls didn't offer because of their stupid adherence to pantyhose.
Susan squirmed.
Is he really going to kiss me there? she wondered wildly. Right ON it?
She had been treated that way only once by a man, and that was Uncle Harry. No! she told herself. I can't think about HIM! I can't!
Mercifully she didn't have to, because Rusty thrilled her by doing what Uncle Harry had done, thereby providing a new focus for one of the most exquisite sensations a girl could feel. A wet, warm, wiggly tongue parting the portals of her pussy, dipping in and finding her quivering clit, then licking that slippery nubbin until she felt like screaming and kicking at the stars.
Rusty savored the scent and taste of Susan's well-heated cunt, spreading its lips with his thick tongue and sucking up its sweetness. His nose burrowed in the thick tuft on her mons, where her fragrance clung to the wispy, curly hairs. Her scent and flavor so aroused the horny male that he couldn't spend as much time with his head deep between her thighs as he would have liked. His eight-inch cock demanded to be released from its prison… demanded to get into this girl and fuck her until they reached paradise together.
He straightened on his knees as much as he could, his bushy red hair pressing against the ceiling of the truck cab. Through bleary eyes, Susan watched him claw at the front of his jeans. Her furnace was hot – as hot as it had ever been in her life – and to say "no" at that point would have been out of the question.
Rusty's long, hard prick sprang out.
"OOOOH, GOD!" Susan exclaimed, and grasped it.
"Easy, baby… easy…" Rusty begged. "Ooh shit, let me get it into you!"
"Yesss!" Susan hissed, and took her hand away. She shut her eyes and heard herself say, "Fuck me! Ooh, damn it, FUCK MEEE!"
The man was wild with exultation as he scrambled forward between her upraised legs. Grasping his cock, he pointed the lengthy torpedo down into the girl's soft, slippery nest. The tip of his organ parted her labia, gaining partial entry. The thickness of his cockhead stretched her encircling warm flesh, and she gasped. Ready as she was, there was some hurt as the narrow mouth of her pussy accommodated the widest part of the man's organ. She had been used only a few times in her life, the last more than six months ago.
Rusty's cockhead was fully inside her now, and he was giving her his long, straight shaft.
"Oooooh!" she moaned with delight as his hardness sank into her.
"Jesus, you're tight!" Rusty said.
"Just fuck me, fuck me!" Susan panted.
"Christ, yes!" Rusty exclaimed.
He began to stroke, pulling and thrusting his, iron-clad cock in the young teacher's writhing, slippery hole. He drove deeper with every plunge until his balls slapped her anus and he was sticking so far up inside her that Susan imagined she could feel him in her throat.
Susan clutched his back. She clamped her stocking-clad legs around him.
They fucked with feverish need, panting and moaning and making the truck's seat creak. The warmth of the girl's encircling pussy and its snug slickness made Rusty's head light with ecstasy. His long, thick hardness stropped her clit just right and titillated every nerve-end in her vagina. She squirmed and thrust, her titties vibrating against Rusty's chest. His shirt scratched her nipples, adding to her stimulation.
Susan felt herself nearing a climax. Her fingernails bit into Rusty's back through his shirt. Her hot breaths exploded near his ear. He caught her scented earlobe in his mouth and sucked it.
He fucked her harder.
"OOOOOOH!" she cried, and her universe burst asunder in a dazzling display of out-rushing lights. Her belly heaved, her cunt clutching spastically on the man's fast-stroking rod.
She felt Rusty jerk inside her and heard his blissful groan as he shot his seminal bullets deep within her belly. She went into a second spasm of heaving and jerking. She panted and clawed at Rusty's back.
Then she was wholly spent and fell limp.
Rusty pushed himself up and looked at her.
"Was anything ever better?" he asked, and grinned gratefully.
Susan stared at him.
"What's the matter?" he asked. "You look funny."
"Get off of me, you pig!"
"Huh?"
"Get OFF!"
Susan began to beat at him.
"Well, for Christ's sake!" Rusty exclaimed in amazement as he pulled out of her and scrambled away.
Susan swung her legs around, jerking her skirt down. Her breasts were shaking nakedly, and she quickly pulled the top of her blouse up, forgetting about her bra, which was on the floor of the truck's cab.
"What the hell's the matter with you?" Rusty demanded as he pulled up his jeans and secured them. "You dug it! You can't kid me about that."
"It was dis-gust-ing!" Susan spat, and tried frantically to straighten her hair with her hands.
"Well, you're sure one crazy babe! That's all I can say. Your cunt was hot when I picked you up, and you fucked like a Goddamned rabbit. Now you're try in to tell me you didn't like it. Shit, you're sick!"
"Just shut up, will you? SHUT UP!"
"Sure," the man said bitterly.
He started the pickup.
"Oh, wait!" Susan exclaimed, staring through the window. "My panties!"
"Go get 'em," Rusty said.
The girl opened the door of the truck. Pushing an errant lock of hair away from her face, she climbed out and snatched her panties off the bush where they had hung. They had been out there like a signal flag, she thought, proclaiming to the world that she was rutting with a man!
"Well, don't look!" she snapped at Rusty, who grinned insolently as she prepared to step into her underwear.
Rusty looked away, then glanced back just in time to glimpse Susan's beautiful white bottom as she nudged her skirt up and pulled her pink panties into place. She snapped the elastic and let her skirt drop.
She was blushing as she climbed back into the truck cab.
"Look, I'm sorry this ended on a sour note," Rusty said as he backed the pickup around. He headed back up to the road. "I'd like to see you again."
"In a pig's eye!" Susan said, staring straight ahead.
"You figure I did you wrong, huh? I don't get that. You didn't try to stop me. I know something about women, and you wanted it!"
Susan knew what was true. She had wanted Tommy, but she had let Rusty seduce her. That made her a slut. Emotionally she reverted back to the day many years ago when her mother had caught her with Uncle Harry. Her mother had scolded her unmercifully and had told her to play with little boys and leave grown-ups alone. Susan was twelve years old at the time.
"Just take me home, if you will be so kind," she told Rusty sarcastically.
"Sure. But don't think I'm gonna leave you alone from now on. What we had there for a few minutes was too great! We're gonna do it again, baby, and even better. I'm gonna make you admit you like it."
Susan didn't reply. She tried not to think about what Rusty had said.
She was concentrating on the hot bath she was going to take as soon as she got home. She really needed it.