Fawn snuggled closer when she felt Jack's hand straying up along her leg. The touch was electric. It made her come completely alive. Never in her fifteen years had she felt so stimulated, so sophisticated and grown up.
The man actually wanted her!
She felt the telltale dampening of her pussy. It was beginning to ooze out her inner oils in a way totally new to her. This was what it was like to be really turned on.
"Oh, Jack, your hand… it's so niiice!" she cooed.
"Yeah, almost as nice as the skin underneath it, I bet." He continued to explore her lithe, young body. Her tits wiggled around like jelly on a plate.
Her hand covered his and pressed down firmly. She wanted more than his hand exploring the moist area between her slender legs. She wanted his long, hard cock driving deep into her. She wanted that more than anything else in the world.
"Are you just going to sample me or are you going to really get it on?" she asked him, her breath husky. It was getting harder for her to keep the tremor of her blossoming sexuality from entering her tone. She wanted so desperately to impress him. He must never think that she was a virgin. But there was no way of keeping that knowledge from him later – when she was in the throes of intense passion, his body pressing lustily down into hers, his cock probing for her innermost reaches.
Then he'd know and then she'd get his cock and it would be super. That was what mattered. The teenager didn't want her history teacher to ever know the nervousness she felt, the way she had almost approached him again and again, only to chicken out at the last instant.
A man like this wanted his women to be women. One hundred percent, and not a bit less. Fawn would deliver for her handsome teacher. She'd give him everything a man could possibly want.
Her tender young body was his for the taking.
"Umm," she said, "This is so biiig!" She felt his trembling prick. It was firehose-big under her fingers and throbbing. She was the one exciting him – her! A fifteen-year-old was getting a stud like him all hot and bothered!
She began stroking up and down the solid shaft of cock. He groaned deep in his throat.
"I'm not hurting you, am I?" she hastily asked, afraid he was in pain for some reason.
"Pain? Hell, no, darling. I love the feel of your hand on my prick. Start squeezing down a little harder. Yeah, oh yeah! That's exactly the way I love it!"
She swallowed hard. His hand was beginning a slow, agonizing approach up her inner thigh toward her naked pussy. His hand moved like thick syrup on her satiny skin. The skin prickled and tingled in response to his deft fingers. Her cunt was watering from being so near to such an expert cocksman. He was a lover, first class. He knew exactly how to treat a woman.
She shuddered as his hand approached her snatch. He didn't make a wild grab for her cunt like so many of the high school kids she'd been out with. None of them would ever get in bed with her. She was saving herself for this man. And it was worth it. He was showing her all the tricks. Turning her into a sex-starved bitch, he was going to fuck her all night long.
He was that good.
"Oh, please, please, darling, go on! Stick it in!" she breathed.
"Not yet. I want to make sure of my territory. You wouldn't want me to rush into this, would you?"
She didn't.
His hand was too heavenly for her to argue. Yet, yet she wanted his steel-hard prick jammed hard between her legs and all the way up her juicy, virgin cunt. She hadn't been saving herself for just anyone – she had lain awake nights wondering how it would be this first time.
She was finding out.
The teenage girl wiggled lower so that his hand was pressed firmly into her pussy lips. An electric charge surged throughout her body. Her spine arched at the light touch. Fucking couldn't be as great as this – it just couldn't be!
She knew it would be better.
"Hurry! I can't wait for your cock to be straining hard inside me!"
"You're a hot one, aren't you, doll? Just hang loose and enjoy this and I'll give you the fucking of your life!"
There was no way he could fail to deliver. Her cunt was already flooding with her love juice. Her entire body was tense and expectant. She was waiting for his cock.
"Umm, your hand is so close, so, soooooo, ohhhh!"
She sucked in her breath as his fingers began gently fondling her cuntlips. He grasped one of her sex lips and ran his fingers along the greasy flap of skin. The electric jolts smashing into her body made her come close to blacking out. Her world swam wildly around her as he continued to stimulate her pussy lips and slowly work his way toward her cunt.
"Please hurry! I… I can't stand much more!"
"Go on, then, and come!" He punctuated his words with a sudden stab of his finger up her twat. The intrusion of his finger up her cunt wasn't anything like she thought it would be.
She'd masturbated a lot. She thought she knew all her body's reactions. But she was even more excited by his lewd gesture.
"Liked it, didn't you? More's on its way," he promised.
She was breathing hard now. Her lungs felt as if they would explode under the strain and her heart throbbed like a thing gone wild. The sandpaper in her lungs as she breathed was rapidly forgotten when she felt soft lips closing on the very tip of her left tit.
The man's wet, sucking lips demanded all her attention. His finger lingering near her cunt was almost a secondary sensation to her now, so great was the feeling he generated at her tit. He was expert at sucking. She didn't doubt that for a second.
His tongue lashed out and into the soft mound of titflesh. She knew instantly as he began working the rock-hard nubbin of her nipple around in circles with his tongue. The roughness of his tongue made her catch her breath.
But it was the sucking that turned her on the most. He pulled the tiny mound of nipple into his mouth and sucked even harder. She felt a pounding in her tit.
"Your mouth! Oh, it's goooood! My tit is burning up! I love itttt!"
He didn't answer. He was too busy with the succulent treat of her cherry-sized nipple. Pulling her nipple all the way between his teeth, he gently nibbled on her flesh.
She screamed, arched her back and had her first man-induced orgasm.
There was no way she could describe the wild, sensual feelings ripping through her young body.
"More, give me mooore!" she demanded. "Your mouth feels like fire on my boob!"
His tongue lanced out and tried to suffocate her nipple in the soft flesh of her boob. He pressed firmly down until the hard little tip was almost completely surrounded by the marshmallowy jug.
She silently reveled in the fact she was so well-developed. She may have been only fifteen but her tits hinted at a girl years older. Even her hips were wide enough to give the impression of a girl seventeen or eighteen. That was only one of the things that had gotten this handsome stud of a teacher into bed with her.
She stroked his head as he continued to nuzzle and suck at her tit. His long, black hair flowed like silk under her fingers. She enjoyed playing with it as he continued his erotic taste treat at her tits.
Slowly, she was gaining the knack of controlling her emotions. She shouldn't let her senses run wild like she'd been doing. Saving herself for his cock was more important than sailing off into orbit every time he touched her.
Still, though, his touch was something special. It beat hell out of masturbating.
His mouth began spiraling around her jug. He took as much of her soft, tender titflesh into his mouth as he could. She moaned loudly as his teeth bit into her tit. Angry red marks were left behind. But she no longer cared.
His hand was again working actively along her oily sex gash. He was prodding those flaps guarding her inner reaches with renewed insistence. Her legs drifted wider in wanton invitation to him. She wanted him to mount her and fuck the hell out of her.
Nothing in the world would satisfy her until he was trying to rip her apart all the way to the chin with his mighty prick.
"Fuck me, fuck me," she moaned over and over.
"Soon, dearest, soon. Let me just explore a little lower…" and his mouth left a wet trail across the smooth plain of her belly.
Only once did he stop on his erotic journey to her snatch. His tongue dipped briefly into the deep well of her belly button. Her navel seemed the exact spot for him to fully explore. And she had to admit it raised her level of arousal even more.
His wet, pink tongue swirled around and around. Once down, slowly out, then down firmly into her navel once again and she was his sex slave. He could ask anything of her and it would be his!
"Now, ohh, I… I can't take much more! My whole body's hot for you! Fuck me hard! Hard!"
"Hard?" he muttered. "So…"
She gasped as she felt his body moving swiftly across hers. His hairy chest pressed down hard into her tit. She felt the soft flesh of her jugs mashing out as he lowered down. Most important of all, his hairy thighs were moving rapidly on her smooth thighs.
Her legs spread as wide as possible for him. Arching her back, her cunt was fully exposed.
"Aiieeee!" she shrieked as his cock brushed across her pussy lips. He wasn't even in her yet and she was so strung out she'd come at the lightest touch.
She wrapped her legs around his waist. As her ankles locked behind his back, she felt the broad purpled head of his cock part her sex lips. She shuddered and tensed her legs to pull him all the way into her cunt.
When his cockhead bounced against her cherry, she screamed again. She wanted him to pop it, not play with it.
"Fuck me, fuck me hard, damn you!"
"Hey, you're a Goddamn virgin!" he exclaimed.
His body was levered at an odd angle. He was about two inches up her twat and holding back the power needed to break her maidenhead.
"Go on! I want you so bad!"
"You're a Goddamn virgin," he repeated. "I haven't had a virgin in more years than I can remember. You really want me to go on and pop it?"
"Yes, I want you more than life itself! Yes, yes, yes! Go on!"
"Remember you asked for it. God," he muttered to himself, "a real live virgin and all mine! Love it to death!"
And then his hips were arching downward and his cock was fucking hard into her juicy cunt.
"Miss Wilson," came the cold voice, "are you paying any attention at all? Are you feeling all right?"
Fawn opened her eyes and then wiped the sweat from her eyebrows. She had forgotten where she was. The rest of the history class was staring at her.
She heard Phyllis saying, "Must be having a hot flash."
And Stan answering, "Hell no. She was getting her rocks off. Look where her hand is."
Guiltily, she took her hand out from under her skirt. It was completely drenched in her own pussy fluids. She knew her panties were soaked through and through and that a large wet spot was on her dress. As long as she stayed seated, no one would notice. Maybe.
"Miss Wilson," Jack Harris repeated. "I asked if you were ill."
"No, I'm okay. I was just a little dizzy. I guess."
He frowned and shook his head. "I suggest, then, that you pay more attention to class."
She numbly nodded. This time it was worse than it had ever been before. There was something about Jack Harris that really got to her.
She sat back and tried to look interested in the boring lecture on Napoleon. Or was it England? She couldn't remember and didn't really care one way or the other.
It was her teacher she was most interested in.
She'd heard it was natural for a schoolgirl to get a crush on a handsome teacher. No one had ever told her it'd be this bad. She lived to come to this class and just watch Mr. Harris. He was the most gorgeous man she'd ever seen.
Her daydreams had been getting more and more violent. The one today, with her actually diddling her clit, had almost been enough to get her run out of class. The other kids knew the score. She listened to them whispering back and forth about it.
"… I tell you she was actually doing it! Yeah, I saw her hand under her skirt."
"God, I wish she'd let me get my hand all the way up there!" came a huskier voice.
"You and me both! But I bet she's too small for both of us at the same time!"
"Love to find out!"
"Hush! Mr. Harris is…"
"Would you please be quiet?" came the teacher's deep voice. "I know it's getting late and you would prefer to be outside. Or anywhere else, for that matter, but we still have another ten minutes of class."
A few grumbles, but, for the most part, the class quieted down. The time was an eternity for most of them but Fawn had the opportunity to see her teacher, her love, just walk back and forth across the front of the room as he lectured.
The man wore incredibly tight pants that accentuated his ass. The smooth flow of his buttocks as he walked made Fawn all wet in the crotch again. She couldn't help herself. He was everything that she envisioned the perfect lover as being.
He was tall, dark and incredibly handsome. The long, angular nose might have put some girls off, but not her. She thought the hawk-like prow was incredibly sexy.
Most of all, the man was well-muscled. And he was just old enough, perhaps all of twenty-five, to be tantalizing to the teenager. He didn't seem old and dried up like so many of her teachers.
Fawn swallowed hard as her eyes followed his every movement. If only it hadn't been a daydream! If only Jack had taken her into his arms, his bed, and made wild, passionate love to her.
For him, she'd gladly lose her cherry.
Her mother always told her she should save it for the right man. Fawn was certain Jack was the perfect man for her. No one else came within miles of matching him.
She loved him desperately and he didn't seem to even notice her except in class. And then it was only to correct her.
She sighed and licked her lips nervously. If there were only some way to make him notice her.
Fawn cringed as the bell rang loudly. Class was over for another day. And she'd have to live through hell waiting to see her love again. She'd never get used to it.
The girl simply knew that one day she'd go crazy without Jack Harris.
Fawn had dumped her books in her locker and was reluctantly making her way out of the building when she heard a familiar voice.
Jack's!
She didn't mean to spy on him but couldn't help herself. She heard his voice loudly raised, angry, and had to see what was happening. Under the stairway she saw Jack arguing with a smaller, more compact man.
"… and I'm telling you that you'll get your Goddamn money as soon as my next paycheck comes."
"Aww! Jack, baby," the smaller man, said, cleaning his fingernails with a wicked looking knife, "You see the fix I'm in. The boss simply doesn't care how you pay the money as long as you do come through with it. And you know something? I agree with him."
"That lousy horse should have come in in the third yesterday. That would have done just fine," hissed Jack.
Fawn wondered what was going on. It was obvious the smaller man was demanding money. She didn't exactly understand why.
"Yeah, Jack, and if pigs had wings they could fly. Listen hard, boy. You folks with the gambling bug are all alike. You're losers. And me and the boss, we don't like losers. I love to pay off when you win, right? And I really hate to lean on you when you lose. But I will. I want the bread you owe me by noon tomorrow."
"Hell, Ears, I can't make it by then."
Fawn had never seen her teacher so upset before. He appeared to be frightened of the other man.
"Noon? I can't do it. Make it Friday. I'll have the bread to you by Friday afternoon."
"Aw, Jack. You're such a good customer, I'll bend the rules a little. I'll ask the boss about it and get back to you. Dig?"
He jabbed the knife out and into the man's chest. For a heart-stopping instant, Fawn thought Ears had killed her teacher. The bookie only laughed and folded the knife as he pushed by.
Jack Harris had gone absolutely white with fear.
Fawn watched Ears strut down the hall of the school. As he left, a thought began to work into her head. She knew something about Jack Harris he certainly wouldn't want getting around.
She thought she knew exactly how to use that knowledge to the best effect.