Chicago was a far cry from Bentonville, but Carrie had wanted to change her life-style and she had succeeded. It hadn't taken her long to land a teaching job in the big city. She had applied to several schools, but she had chosen one in the roughest section of the city. She thought the challenge would add vitality to her sense of purpose.
Carrie had already gone through the process of tying up loose ends and had taken an apartment near the school. She was ready today for her first actual classroom experience with the denim-clad gang she hoped to turn into students. She had managed to get a look at the bunch she was expected to teach. Her heart had sunk just a bit when she had walked into the room and seen what she was up against.
Her first day turned out to be a miserable failure. Not only did the kids refuse to listen to a word she said, but they also took great delight in torturing her. As a new teacher she was fair game. By the end of the first day at Washington High School Carrie had been reduced to tears. She rested her head on her desk after the last bell and cried her eyes out. She had never been so frustrated.
Carrie was particularly disgusted with the boys in the class. Some of the boys looked at her in a way that worried her a bit. They eyed her as if they wanted something, and she had a fairly good idea what that something was. She had done her best to play down her own physical attractiveness, wearing a plain dress that left little for the boys to ogle. She certainly hadn't tried to attract their attention in that way, but the boys seemed to see right through her clothes. At times, when she had looked out at the class, she had seen an of dirty grins and eyes glittering with young lust. It hadn't made her day any easier.
Carrie had vented bet frustration in tears and was beginning to feel a little better when she heard a tap on the door. She thought it was the principal checking to see if she had survived her first day at Washington. She straightened herself up a bit and went to the door, determined not to fall apart in Mr. Waterbury's arms the way she suspected so many teachers had in the past. Carrie was taken aback when she threw open the door and found one of her mine obnoxious students standing there before her.
Tony Romano was the one person she didn't want to see. He had been giving her a hard time nil day, making dirty remarks and trying his best to unnerve her. In fact, he had succeeded admirably, especially when he had spread his long legs and rubbed his crotch until he had raised a huge hard-on for her benefit.
Carrie had tried desperately to avoid looking between the boy's spread legs, but occasionally her glance had fallen there. Tony was a roguishly handsome young man, and his bold masculine charm was hard to resist, even for Carrie. She was at the same time repulsed by his obscene behavior and excited by his bold sexuality.
"What do you want?" Carrie asked as coldly as she could.
"I need a little help, teacher. I got a problem," the young man said, looking her in the eye.
"With your schoolwork?" she asked, watching him lean up against the door.
"Sure… yes… I got a problem with my fuckin' schoolwork!" he said with a wide grin.
"Tony Romano! Don't use that word in my presence! It's vulgar!" she said, her eyes flashing.
"What word? Fuckin'? That's vulgar? Shit, teacher, I thought it was fun!"
Carrie put her hands on her hips and glared at the brazen youth. She wanted to slap him, but somehow she managed to control herself.
"I have no intention of engaging in a discussion of that filthy word, young man!" she said, realizing as she spoke that she was overreacting to a word that wouldn't have been at all bothered by under any other circumstances.
"You don't wanna talk about fuckin?" the kid grinned.
"Certainly not!" she said, her face turning a bright red.
"I guess that's okay, teacher," Tony smiled wickedly. "I don't guess you know much about it anyway!"
"Tony Romano, if you want to ask a question about today's lesson, feel free to do so! If not, please leave!"
"Okay, okay! Don't get your ass up, lady!" Tony said in a throaty voice, fumbling through the school books he carried under his arm. "It's in this book right here! I think! Uh… can I come in?"
"I suppose so," she said, turning and walking to her desk.
Tony sauntered into the room after her and closed the door behind them. She sat down at her desk and waited for him to get to the question he was supposed to have had about the lesson. Carrie didn't ready believe that he had a question, but it was her duty as a teacher to be available to her students for a while after class, and she always did her duty.
Tony walked up behind her and laid an English book down on her desk. He moved closer to her warm delicate body. He leaned his shoulder up against her and looked into her clear blue eyes. She looked any quickly, but not before staring into his eyes for a second or two and seeing the unmistakable fire of lust burning within him.
"Well?" she asked, her voice slightly dry, tense and unsteady.
She tried to scoot her chair away from the darkly handsome young stud, but he moved with her. She felt the warmth of his strong young body making her feel strange all over. It was the same feeling she always felt when Mark was close to her, only this time she knew that it wasn't right for her to feel that way.
"Uh, right here!" Tony rasped, pointing down at a page in the book without even looking.
"That happens to be the table of contents, Tony! It shouldn't be too terribly difficult to understand!" she said.
"Oh yeah… how 'bout that! Uh… I guess it's right here! This sentence right here!" he said, flipping through the book and jabbing his finger down at the page.
"It's no wonder you don't understand that, Tony. We won't get that far in the book for another three months!" she said. "Now what exactly do you want?"
"You!" the handsome young man ginned, putting his hand on her breast.
"Tony! Now see here!" she gasped, drawing away from him when she felt his strong young hand closing over her breast.
"What's the matter, baby? Don't you like men?" the horny kid asked in a taunting voice.
"A man wouldn't do such a disgusting thing!" she snapped. "You're acting like a little boy!"
"There's a lot of chicks around here that don't think Tony Romano's a little boy, teacher!" Tony said in a thick voice. "You know what, baby? I think you've got the hots for me too!"
"Really!" she said, looking away from his glittering black eyes.
"I know I turn you on, teacher! I ain't blind, you know. I see you lookin' between my legs! Bet you were just droolin' for it!" he said, squeezing her tit through her blouse.
Curie's nipples hardened when she felt his fingers moving over her silken breasts. She felt a warmth spreading over her body from her tits all the way to her cunt. There we something about the brazen young stud that drove her wild. The more he touched her, the more her resistance melted in the heat of her desire. She felt his breath against her cheek, felt his lips brushing against her when he moved even closer.
She felt his hands on her face, felt him turning her face toward him, forcing her to look into his eyes. He pressed his lips against hers, kissing her ho fly. She kept her lips closed for a while, but eventually the sensations he inspired in her were too much. She let him kiss her deeply. At first she let him slip his tongue into her mouth without responding in kind, but before long she was kissing him passionately. His warm strong hands were all over her body. She thrilled to his strength and mastery of her. She felt herself giving in. She knew somehow that she would give herself to him completely.
"There you go baby!" Tony said, hugging her against him. "Knew you'd like that! They all like Tony!"
"I think you should go… I really do… someone might… might come in," the woman said weakly.
"I locked the door from the inside, teacher," Tony said, running hot hand up her silken leg. "You're really a foxy lady!" he rasped. "You're gonna like gettin' it on with Tony!"
"I… I'm not sure… I'm not sure that it's right."
"Who gives a fuck?" Tony said. "Nobody's gonna find out! You like dicks?"
"Do I what?" she gasped.
"You like dicks? Big dicks?" the kid asked, his hand working closer and closer to her warm little cunt.
"I, I don't know what you mean…" she mumbled, her head swimming with excitement and confusion.
"You don't know, what I mean! Hell then! I guess I'll have to show ya." He stood up tall beside her. "I mean do you like dicks! Dicks!" he said, reaching down and rubbing the huge bulge that ran downthe leg of his tight pants.
Carrie stared wide-eyed at his cock-bulge. She knew that the boy was as horny as hell, and she knew that he would let nothing stand in the way of getting his satisfaction. He wanted her, and he was going to have her.
Carrie's mind flashed momentarily with images of the hired hand back on the farm standing before her much the way Tony did now. He had made her stare at his cock too, only this time she knew what to expect, and she knew what a good hard cock could do for her. She knew too that she could always scream for help if Tony hurt her and someone in the school would come running to her rescue.
The horny teacher felt herself reaching out and rubbing the bulge of Tony's cock as if her hand had been drawn there by some mysterious force. She felt the swollen thing jerking in his pants, throbbing with bold masculine power. She had to see what was kicking in his pants like a stallion. She had to touch it with her silken fingers. She had to rub it up and down and make his balls ache with excitement. She would show the boy and herself that she could conquer her fear of sex.
"Wanna see it?" Tony grinned, his pearly white teeth flashing.
Carrie felt herself nodding her head.
"That's the way, Miss Wilson! Let it go easy! I ain't gonna hurt ya! This cock might be a big fucker, but it ain't gonna kill ya," the stud rasped, unbuttoning his pants and spreading them open.
The boy wore no underwear beneath his black Levi's and, when he spread his pants open, the nervous teacher could see a big black patch of hair all over his groin and the root of his cock. She almost drooled when she stared at the enormous erection the young street boy had. Her cunt melted immediately.
Carrie wanted desperately to take that jerking staff of flesh between her legs and suck it right up her hot cunt. She wanted to feel it punching in and out of her sucking sex, wanted to hear the wet slurping sounds the plunging tool would make. She wanted to feel the rigid shaft of the hot thing rubbing against the raggedy lips of her cunt and the blazing bud of her tingling clitoris. She wanted to feel the bulging head of it stroking the inner walls of her channel, wanted to feel it stretching her. If only she could conquer her fear and have the things she wanted from the horny stud.
Tony pushed his pants down to his knees and let his dick jump up against his hard stomach. He let his swollen member jerk there for a while, dripping with clear preseminal fluid. He knew that Miss Wilson, was hot and hungry for his cock, if only she would admit it to herself. He had taken it upon himself to break this new teacher in. Chuck Warner had worked on the last woman teacher they had gotten. Now it was Tony's turn. Nobody had had to prod him into action. Miss Wilson was one of the foxiest ladies he had ever laid eyes on, and those plain clothes she wore couldn't hide her feminine charms.
"Wanna suck on it, baby?" Tony asked in a deep voice smoldering with lust.
Carrie felt her face moving closer and closer to Tony's dick. She got off her chair and fell to her knees at his feet. She felt the animal heat of his rod of pulsating flesh radiating from him. She imagined how that same animal heat would feel deep in the channel of her steaming cunt. She dared to reach out with her delicate little hands and lay them on his swollen pecker. She wrapped her fingers around his arching post and squeezed with both hands. She felt his cock jerk even more powerfully when she squeezed his manhood with her long silky fingers.
"Oh God! I shouldn't be doing this! Not… not with a student!" Carrie gasped.
"Bet you wanna do this to half the guys in your classes, baby!" the kid said, reading her thoughts.
Carrie had to admit it, had to admit that she had lusted after her male students before. But never before had she allowed herself to do anything as wild as she found herself doing now. She was losing herself to her pent-up sexual desires. She knew that she would do things that she had resisted for years.
"Come on, Miss Wilson! Suck my cock! You got it hard, so it's up to you to make it soft again! Fuckin' thing's been hard all Goddamn day!" Tony arched his back and thrust out his pelvis, making his dick seem even longer.
"Will… will you promise not to tell any of the others?" she asked weakly, her mouth watering for his cock.
"Hell yeah! Wouldn't tell a soul! Now open your pretty mouth and eat my meat!"
Carrie flicked out her tongue and tasted the head of the stud's hard cock. She licked the underside of the bulging thing, making his meat jerk uncontrollably. She flicked her tongue over the hole of his cock, catching a droplet of his pre-cum and savoring it in her mouth. She brushed his balls with the back of her hand, making them quiver in their scrotal sac. The scent of his dick and nuts made her almost dizzy with excitement.
"Hey, girl, you really know how to tease that fucker!" the kid rasped, his cock aching to be sucked.
Squeezing his nuts with her soft warm fingers, the horny schoolteacher pressed her wet lips against the bulging underside of Tony's purplish swollen cock. She sucked at his cock-head until site thought she was ready to let him shove it into her mouth. She opened her mouth and looked up at the horny tough, her blue eyes meeting his, and matching his look of naked lust.
Tony held her face with both hands and held her head still. He positioned his massive pecker between her open and ready lips and eased his cock into her mouth. Her lips closed around his slippery cock as soon as the head of it had entered her mouth. She pressed his dick tightly with her warm wet lips, sucking harder and harder as his tool went down her silken throat.
Tony buried his tool down her throat all the way to his groin. The wiry hair around his dick nabbed against her nose. She felt the unyielding cock pressing up against the top of her throat, jerking and throbbing with blood. The kid felt her teeth rubbing against his dick-shaft, felt her lips sucking at the root of his dick, felt her throat clutching his firmly-impaled young organ.
Carrie was glad that she had learned to suck a cock as well as she had. She was used to sucking Mark's huge rod. She we not, however, used to taking Mark's big fat organ up her tense little cunt. She knew that this rough young stud would expect more of tier than a suck job. She knew that he would expect her to let him fuck her, perhaps even on her own desk. The mere thought of it made her belly flutter.
"Eat that dick, baby! All the way down your throat! Oh yeah! Yeah! Suck that cock! That's great!" the kid rasped. "You suck a lot of dicks, don't you, baby? A guy can tell! Goddamn you suck a great cock! You're better than any chick in this fuckin' school!"
Carrie almost choked when he thrust his rod even deeper down her throat. She felt it banging against her tonsils, felt the swollen head of it filling her throat with pulsating male meat. He began rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet, punching his tool in and out of her mouth and throat harder and faster by the second.
The kid held her face with his strong hands and made her bob up and down on his stiff post of flesh. She tried to match her movements back and forth with his hard thrusts in and out of her face. She felt his hairy balls slapping up against her chin as he tittie-fucked her wildly.
"Play with my nuts, Miss Wilson!" Tony ordered.
Carrie did as she was told, reaching out and taking his huge swollen balls in her delicate young hands. She moved her fingers gently, eagerly, between his muscular legs. She moved his heavy balls around in their hairy scrotal sac, pushing her finger up under his nuts as far as she could and massaging him there until she could feel his balls tightening.
"Squeeze 'em now! Come on, baby! Squeeze them fuckin' nuts!" the kid growled, banging in and out of her with renewed speed and urgency.
Carrie made a fist around his balls and squeezed gently. She soon discovered that the harder she squeezed, the more the kid seemed to like it. He tensed as she squeezed his sensitive balls in her silken hands.
"Pull on 'em! Hard! Harder!" he rasped. "That's it! Great! Oh! Fuck! Suck me! I'm gonna shoot my cum in your face, teacher! I'm gonna drown you with it! Get ready for a good hot wad, baby! You're gonna get some of Tony Romano's sperm!"
When Tony's nuts exploded and shot his wad deep into her sucking throat he stood up on his tiptoes and made his tool snap up against the roof of her mouth. She felt his dick stiffen incredibly inside her mouth, felt his wad tooting in hot heavy spurts down her sucking throat. She thought she would strangle in the heavy wad he pumped into her.
When the last shot of sperm blasted out of his prick, Tony began face-fucking the beautiful schoolteacher again. He listened for the sound of slurping that his still-swollen cock made as it punched in and out of her sperm-slickened mouth.
Carrie's cunt was on fire now? She had never been so hot in her life. Her pussy longed for something hot and hard to push up inside it. She wanted to feel a thick dick racing in and out of her steaming sex, wanted to feel his shaft of hard flesh rubbing her clit until she could stand it no longer, until she flashed wildly in the heat of her orgasm. Unfortunately it was not to be, at least not that day. She felt his cock slipping out of her mouth, still more than hard enough to fill her cunt with throbbing hot flesh.
Carrie expected the boy to tell her to take her clothes off and open her cunt for him. She expected him to fuck her right then and there. She expected him to fall on her, perhaps pinning her to the floor with his hard young body. She expected him to stuff his pecker into her sex and screw her until she screamed in pleasure. She was more than a bit disappointed when, instead of fucking her with his big hard rod, the young man pulled his pants up and stuffed his cock back inside, zipping up and turning to leave the room.
"But… don't you… don't you want me to… to…"
"You mean do I wanna fuck you?" the kid asked with a dirty grin, looking back at her over his broad shoulder.
She nodded, her lovely blonde hair framing a face that glowed with the blush of desire.
"Sure I wanna fuck you, baby. And I'm gonna do it too. But first I want you to think about what you're missin'. I want you to get good and hot for old Tony before I slip it to ya. Got that? Now, when you want this Goddamn fucker up your cunt you just ask for it. Hear? In fact, teacher, I don't want you to just ask for it. I want you to beg for it. See, I like to hear beautiful ladies like you beg for my cock. Makes me real fuckin' hot. Now, baby, you got all that down?"
"I… I think so, Tony…" she said weakly, still on her knees, the kid's sperm clinging to her lovely lips.
"You keep all that in mind and think about it over night, teacher. This'll be your little lesson!" Tony grinned, closing the door behind him.
Carrie stood up and straightened her dress. She we humiliated and angry, but strangely enough she still wanted the young man.