Winnie Lancaster sat pensively drumming a pencil on her desk. She wondered why she had consented to teach again this year; God knows Mac made enough bread without her income. Actually, Mac had needed her and talked into it, and now she wished she hadn't agreed. She was bored, was at loose ends, and she had that nagging unfulfilled feeling. She was forced to cram American History down a bunch of little bastard's throats that didn't give a shit about American History. She didn't either… really.
Winnie was a very pretty woman at thirty-three. She had soft brown hair, worn short, and huge, brown bedroom eyes, cow-eyed, Mac said. Her body was slightly plump, shapely, her breasts round and soft, almost too big.
She wanted a cigarette, a drink, a man, especially a man. She loved her husband and they had an outstanding sex life, but she attributed much of it to their free wheeling attitude. She was one of those women that one man couldn't satisfy; she craved a certain amount of variety.
She got up from her chair and went around to the front of her desk. When she lectured, she had a habit of half sitting on the corner of her desk that revealed a great deal more of her thighs than she realized, especially from certain chairs in the room. Arnold Meeker sat in one of those chairs. She eased into her favorite position and opened her book. The class was almost over, the last class of the day, and time for tomorrow's assignment.
"Now for tomorrow…" she said.
She was in a bad mood and laid it on heavy; the students groaned. Arnold Meeker had his notebook open, but he wasn't writing; he was usually quite busy in the notebook whenever Winnie stood before the class, so much so that she often wondered just what he was doing. He seemed to be daydreaming now, and he had his hand in his pocket. Winnie noticed a slight movement of his arm and wondered. No, he wouldn't be, not in class.
The bell rang and kids leaped to their feet. "Arnold," Winnie said loudly, "remain in your seat. I want to talk to you for a minute."
He looked up, a confused, almost frightened look on his face. He stammered something, but she couldn't hear over the student's din.
Arnold was a strange boy, a good enough student when he paid attention, but very quiet. He was outstanding in art class. He was a very tall, very skinny boy, and he slouched when he walked.
When all the other students were gone, she went to the door and pushed it shut, and went to Arnold's desk. He was almost trembling.
"What were you doing back here, Arnold?" she said.
"No, nothing, honest," he stammered, "just listening to you."
She saw his notebook protruding from under his text and reached down and snatched it up. "Let me see that," she said.
"Oh, no… God, no," Arnold gasped, grabbing at it.
She pulled back, retaining the book. She opened the cover, and closed it quickly. "You just sit right where you're at, young man," she said, and returned to her desk and sat down.
She flipped open the cover and stared at the drawing of a naked woman; it was an excellent drawing, almost photographic. The next two pages were similar, and the fourth was unmistakably Julie Riley. It was more lewd than the others, showing puffy nipples and the split of her cunt. She gasped at the next one; it was of Julie again, sitting in a chair with her legs far apart, and there was a man standing in front of her holding his cock in his hand. His cock was long and hard. She leaned back, a feeling of excitement in her belly, and glanced at the boy slumped in the back of the room. His eyes were downcast; he didn't move.
The next pictures brought another gasp; it was herself and she was propped on the corner of her desk. She was dressed, but her blouse was open and one huge tit stuck out; her skirt was high and her open cunt was visible; it was covered with a wad of curly hair.
"Arnold, come up here," she said. The boy got slowly to his feet and came forward. "Bring a chair and put it here beside my desk." He put the chair beside her desk. "Sit," she ordered.
She held up the picture. "A very good likeness, Arnold. You're a talented artist, but you flatter me," she said. "My figure isn't that good."
Arnold's face was red; he gritted his teeth and said nothing.
Winnie turned the page; it was another picture of her. She was completely naked this time, standing in half profile. In the next, she was sitting, her knees up, her hairy split wide open.
"Your guesswork is pretty accurate, Arnold, but still you flatter me," she said.
She lifted her handbag from the floor and fumbled until she found her cigarettes. She took a small ash tray from a desk drawer and lit up, even though it was against the rules to smoke in a classroom. She turned the page and coughed, the smoke catching in her throat. She was lying on her back in the picture, her legs open, and Arnold – it looked exactly like him – stood naked holding his dong. It was huge, the head bulbous. She held it up for him to see.
"Do you flatter yourself, too?" she asked.
Arnold swallowed hard, but didn't answer.
The next page revealed Arnold on top of her, his huge cock half-way in her pussy. It was an outstanding drawing, the perspective perfect. Her belly tingled. She wondered how big his cock was. It couldn't be that… no, not possible.
"You were looking at these pictures while I gave tomorrow's assignment… right?"
He looked beaten. "Yes," he said softly.
"What else were you doing while you looked at my… at your pictures?"
"Nothing."
"Oh come now, Arnold. You had your hand in your pocket; I saw you. Were you playing with yourself?"
"No," Arnold cried.
"Did you have a hard-on, Arnold?"
"No, no… please Mrs. Lancaster, let me go."
"Perhaps we should discuss this matter with the principal, and your father and mother, of course."
"Oh, God, no… don't tell my mother, please."
Winnie looked at him, could see the agony on his face. "Were you playing with yourself, Arnold?"
"Yes, but just through my pocket," he whined.
She snuffed out her cigarette and lit another. "Did you get hard?"
"Yes."
"You stay where you are," she said, and got up and went to the door and locked it. It was an older school and the doors still had locks even though they were rarely used. She came back to her seat behind the desk.
"Have you ever come in your pants playing with yourself like that?" she asked.
He looked at her for a moment, obviously a little confused. "Yes," he finally said.
"Did you today?"
"No."
"Take your cock out."
"God, Mrs. Lancaster, I…"
"Take it out. I want to see it."
Her belly churned with excitement. She knew what she was doing was foolish; no, it was stupid. If she ever got caught… She looked down at the picture of Arnold pushing his cock into her.
"Unzip your pants and take out your prick, Arnold. I mean it. I'll take this book to your mother if you don't."
Arnold looked around the room as if he expected to see someone watching and unzipped his pants. He hesitated, then quickly reached inside and hauled out his cock. It was soft and shriveled, the long foreskin completely hiding the head. It didn't look very big, but the boy was scared, and sometimes that made the cock crawl back in. The length of the foreskin promised something, though.
"Make it get hard," Winnie said.
"I don't think I can, Mrs. Lancaster."
"You'd better," she snapped, and spread her legs apart, lifting her dress slowly. She wore panty hose and no panties; he could see her thick hair wadded at her crotch. He sat and stared. "Well, jack-off," she said, "and I'll make it even better." He started his hand moving. She raised up and pushed the pantyhose down over her ass, down her thighs, and stepped out of her shoes and took them off. She lifted her skirt again and let her legs flop open. "Is that better?" she asked.
"Wow, goddamn," he gasped, his hand in motion. The thing grew, bigger and bigger.
"Wow, is right," Winnie said. "Peel it back."
Arnold rolled the foreskin down, his eyes glued to Winnie's slit; down, down his hand went until the entire knob throbbed. His cock was long in his hand, easily over six inches, maybe seven.
"My God, Arnold, you have a beautiful cock," she gasped.
"You're beautiful, too…"
"Winnie, call me Winnie."
"God, Winnie, I never hoped… never dreamed."
"Well, feast your eyes honey, your dreams have been answered. Do you know what I expect of a man, I mean before I'll let him fuck me?"
Arnold's mouth dropped open. "No," he whispered, "what?"
"Well, of course he has to have a nice big cock, but you easily met that requirement. More important than that, though, the one prerequisite I require of a man is… well, he has to be willing to go down on me."
"What… what does it taste like; does it smell…"
Winnie slid her ass forward on her seat and reached down with her fingers and spread her pussy lips open. "You'll have to find that out for yourself. Come on, be my guest, Arnold, eat me."
Arnold had always wanted to go down on a girl, and now he had his chance, even better, not a girl, but a ripe, mature woman, and a beautiful woman. He'd heard plenty about it, seen plenty of pictures. Several guys were always saying how great it was, how you weren't a man until you did it. He was sure none of them had, but now he was going to do it. He thought of sex and all its variations constantly; it absorbed most of his thoughts, and now, at long last…
He slid off his chair onto his knees and inched toward her. He put his hands on her bare knees; he was trembling. Winnie reached out and put both hands behind his head and pulled him down.
"Don't hesitate, honey, and don't fool around. Your first time you have to go whole hog or you might lose your nerve. Just get your face in there and do it." She pulled his face against her wet bush. "Eat my pussy, Arnold," she cooed.
Arnold breathed deeply before pressing in, inhaling the smell of her ripe cunt. It had the smell of raw sex. His tongue slid into her hole; it was wet and slippery. He tested with the tip, then pushed it all the way in.
"Aw, fuck… that feels good," Winnie moaned. She dearly loved having her snatch gobbled. She let her skirt fall over his head. It was exciting to have him hidden from view while he ate her. She knew he was there; she didn't have to see him.
Arnold had known that he would like it. He jacked off regularly using his younger sister's or his mother's soiled panties pressed to his nose. He preferred his mother's because the smell was so much stronger. He sucked at her wet hair and slid his tongue back and forth through the deep slit between her lips. She grunted each time he rode roughly over her clit.
"Suck my clit, honey, suck it hard for a minute or two, then push your darling tongue back inside me, tongue fuck me. I always come that way," she said. "Yeah, yeah, like that… oooh, feels so nice, honey. You do it so good."
She was one of those girls that really lube up when they're hot, and the juices flowed now. He finished with her clit and returned to her soppy hole. His tongue went in and the juice went into his mouth, the taste strong and spicy. His cock bulged and throbbed. He reached down and grasped it, squeezing it hard to hold off his coming.
Winnie was holding his head again, this time on her skirt. She pressed his face hard against her and felt the full length of his tongue in her cunt. She moaned and started writhing.
"Oh, baby, I'm gonna come," she moaned. "Oh, oh, I'm coming… aw, shit, I'm coming! Good, good… keep sucking, honey, push your tongue up in there… yeah, yeah. Aw, fuck, it's good!"
She jerked with her hips and held his face tightly in her crotch until she could take no more. She relaxed and gently pushed his head away.
"Nuff, baby, nuff. You really brought me off. Goddamn, so fucking good," she sighed.
Arnold brought his head out from under her skirt. He was grinning, his mouth and nose and chin shining and wet.
"Sit back on the chair, Arnold. You deserve a reward for such a good job," Winnie said.
Arnold raised up and sat on the chair, his big cock thrusting straight out. He was still grinning.
Winnie stood up and unsnapped her skirt. It slithered over her hips and down her legs. She unbuttoned her blouse next, then undid her brassiere and pushed it up above the heavy globes. Her nipples were large and dark red. They stood out hard. She held her blouse open and stepped forward, straddling his legs.
"Oh, God, Goddamn," Arnold moaned, and kissed first one hard nipple and then the other.
"Here, honey, your glasses are in the way," she said, and lifted them from his face. She reached back and dropped them onto the desk and then pushed her tits against his face. "Suck my nipples," she whispered.
He sucked until they were rigid, throbbing and rigid. She had her arms around his neck and was straddling his legs. She could feel his prick brushing against the inside of her leg.
"Reach down and point it up. I'm going to fuck you, Arnold," Winnie said. She felt it come up, the head sliding against her crack. "Are you skinned back?"
He nodded.
"Good, it goes in easier that way. Now bring it forward, yeah, just a little more." She moved her hips a little and felt the knob nudge at her opening. She pressed down. "Hold it stiff, it… it's going in. Aw, honey, yes, it's going in." She grunted and let her weight down. She felt his cock push up into her cunt. "Aw, fuck, baby, it's in, it's in. I'm really gonna fuck you now."
She went down until she had his cock imbedded. She knew it was a stupid thing to do – fucking a student was a serious offense, but she just didn't care; she was too turned on, too hot, it felt too good. She started bouncing, his cock sliding in and out. She took one arm from around his neck and pulled his face up to hers with her hand, and with her mouth half open, pressed her lips to his. She put her arm around his neck, her mouth locked to his, and went up and down, up and down.
"Don't come yet, honey, hold out a little longer; I think I can come again," she gasped. She licked his nose and lips and chin, tasting herself, and then put her tongue deep in his mouth. She swabbed inside his mouth and then pulled back. "I'm almost there… you can come any time. Come a lot; I want to feel you go off inside me," she moaned.
Arnold was gasping now, his cock rigid inside her pussy. He felt his nuts tighten, felt the stuff start up his tube. It was a sensation he had produced many times with his hand; this time a beautiful woman's cunt was doing the job. He gasped and a thick wad spouted inside her, followed by another.
"Oh, Goddamn, Arnold, I can feel it… I'm coming, too!" she squealed.
She rutted on his cock with a frenzy, her climax sending delightful jolts down her legs and up through her belly. She lifted up until he was almost out and then pushed back down, slowly, deliciously. She could feel the stuff leaking out around his shaft, wetting the insides of her thighs, soaking the thick, matted hair. She fucked his pole until he indicated he had had enough. She dropped down then, to the base of his tightly drawn balls.
"Aw, shit, you really know how to make a girl feel good," she moaned, her head resting on his shoulders.
She held him inside until he had gone completely soft, and then raised up, his cock falling wetly onto his pant's leg. She stepped back, braced herself with the desk, and looked at his shriveled prick.
"It looks about like it did when you first took it out," she said with a giggle. She pulled a couple of tissues from a box on her desk and wiped between her legs. "You really made a mess in there. I hope you didn't knock me up." She knew he hadn't because she took the pill, but it always made a guy feel big if he thought he might have. She tossed him a couple of tissues.
"This has to be out little secret, Arnold. I'll keep your little book just in case I hear you're bragging about putting it to nice Mrs. Lancaster. You can't tell anyone, not even your best friend. If I heard you do, I'll take this book straight to your mother."
"I won't tell anyone, I promise," Arnold cried.
"Well, we'll see. If I find you can really keep a secret, we just might do this again. You can go as soon as I get dressed."
She dressed, lit another cigarette, and watched the lanky kid leave the room. She felt good, very good. It was the first time she had fucked anyone so much younger, and she like it.