The Lessons Ch. 14

Keeping his finger embedded in her cunt, Chris stood up. He stood over Miss Harding's naked butt while shoving his finger deep into her cunt. Her cunt was so hot and wet. He explored the soft, wet, tight flesh with his finger. When he was deep inside he pulled back out, and this time pushed two fingers in.

"Oh Jack," Miss Harding whispered, her voice a bit hoarse and broken with passion.

Chris fucked her with his two fingers, feeling her get wetter and wetter as he screwed and plunged his fingers in, out, and around her cunt. Her pussy made sloshing and slurping noises. Miss Harding's legs danced with pleasure, her butt squirmed with passion. Chris never imagined that a girl could act so wanton, perhaps this was how girls got when they got as old as Miss Harding. She was a teacher, his teacher, and now she was dancing with lust on his fingers.

"Do it Jack, do it to me," Miss Harding moaned.

Chris suddenly stopped. He removed his fingers. There was another moment of silence. Miss Harding opened her eyes, wondering what was next. She then heard the sound of "Mr. Peters'" zipper going down. She closed her eyes, waiting for his entry.

Chris removed his stiff, erect cock from his pants. He was burning with arousal. He knew that he would not last long. This was just too darn exciting. He brought the head of his dick to her soaked, open cunt.

Miss Harding felt the touch of the engorged head of his dick on the lips of her cunt. She raised her butt up higher, giving herself to him like a dog in heat.

He plunged into her cunt, feeling the tight wetness of her fleshy cunt enveloping his dick, wrapping itself around every inch of his cock. He was in. He was in the cunt of the beautiful and sexy Miss Harding. He was fucking his biology teacher from behind, and she was taking it like an animal in heat.

He bent down over her and grasped her boobs through her blouse.

"Yes, Mr. Peters," she gasped in excitement. "Do it, yes, do it," she moaned as she felt his hands firmly grasp and crush her large breasts. His cock was not as big as she had imagined Jack would be, but still, he was a very sexy and handsome man (and clearly strong and assertive), and now he was giving her what she wanted, and in a way that was so dirty, so wrong, but so very sexy.

Chris used his hold on her boobs to maintain his balance as he plunged in and out of her cunt. He felt so manly, so powerful, like a rutting bull, as he fucked Miss Harding from behind. Her cunt felt so good around his cock, so wet and tight. This was so much better than jerking off. The feel of her juicy cunt was so complete, so enveloping, so gripping. He grabbed tightly on her breasts, crushing them with his hands. He could feel her nipples stiffening in his grip.

Miss Harding had rarely been fucked in such an animalistic way. She felt like a helpless member of a harem whose turn it was to be screwed by the sultan, or perhaps even more appropriate, like a female bitch member of a wild herd of dogs, being used this evening by the alpha male whether she wanted it or not. She felt like she was being used, even abused, but she was also so terribly excited and aroused. She enjoyed it. She felt ashamed to admit it, but it was true. She spread her legs as wide as she could, which wasn't so easy with the panties gripping her knees, but she could help by pushing back hard against his cock each time he plunged in. She felt like telling him to fuck her, to fuck her hard, but she couldn't get herself to speak like that. Her guttural and raunchy thrusts and swings of her hips, and her gasping and panting moans of excitement, spoke much more loudly than words. She clasped down as hard as she could with her cunt, trying to grip and massage his cock as much as possible. She knew in just a few more minutes she would explode in a thunderous orgasm.

Chris felt the muscles of her cunt clasping his cock as he worked it in and out. His own orgasm was just seconds away. He could slow it down, try to make it last longer, but he knew that with every second that passed the possibility that Mr. Peters would return increased exponentially. He instead increased the rapidity of his thrusts.

He let go of her breasts and stood straight up. He grasped hold of the cheeks of her buns and rapidly pounded her butt with his hips. Each thrust hit her ass with a resounding slap. He could see the cheeks shudder and wiggle with each collision, and then the intense feeling of the inescapable impending orgasm. He pushed in hard as his first gush of sperm exploded from his cock into her cunt. He slowed his strokes as he basked in the feeling of the spurts shooting from his balls through his dick and out the head into her cunt. It shot inside her with substantial force, like a pressure hose blasting hot cum deep down into her hole.

Miss Harding felt his orgasm. She felt most every squirt shooting inside of her, and the increasing wetness inside her cunt as it filled with his wet, hot cum. She enjoyed the sensation but she also had to admit disappointment, at least to herself. She had not yet cum herself, and he was already finished. She had hoped that he would last much longer. It really had not been much time at all. She knew that it was unusually exciting sex, novel and unique to say the least, but she wished that he would have had better self-control. She was surprised that he didn't have more staying power. Oh well, she relaxed and enjoyed the feeling of his pulsating, throbbing cock in her cunt as he jettisoned his cum.

When he was done, Chris paused a moment to catch his breath. His hands were moist with perspiration and he could feel his cock soaked with the wetness of her cunt and his own cum. He pulled out his cock, bringing with it a considerable amount of their juices, a good proportion of which flowed down her thigh, across her nylons.

Miss Harding smiled and said breathlessly, "You made quite a mess there, Mr. Peters, are you going to clean me up?"

Chris didn't say anything. He quickly put his cock back into his pants. Miss Harding heard him zip up. She waited for him to unlock the pillory. There was instead silence. She thought she heard footsteps. Maybe he was going across the room to get the key? "What are you doing, Jack?" she asked. She then heard the click of the clasp being turned on the door. "Jack?" she asked again. She heard the door open, the sound of him leaving, and then the door closing again.

"Jack!" she said more loudly. What was he doing, she wondered. Why did he just leave? Why wasn't he explaining himself? She tried again to free herself from the pillory but any effort was simply fruitless. She couldn't understand why he would have left. It's possible that he went elsewhere to get the key but there was no reason for him not to explain this to her.

In fact, she now realized that he might not have said anything to her the whole time. She went back through her mind everything that had just happened, from the moment he entered the room to the moment he came in her vagina. Recalling the past few minutes was itself arousing. She had enjoyed it a great deal. She was reminded again of how he left her just short of her own orgasm. She clutched her thighs together in frustrated arousal. But, she couldn't recall what, if anything, he had ever said.

As soon as Chris left the room he dashed down the hall to the front of the building where Ron was waiting for him. Both Chris and Ron had appointments with Mr. Peters. Chris was to meet with him first, followed by Ron. He had planned to tell Ron how it went before he had to meet with him. He now had much better news to tell.

He told Ron about Miss Harding, what he did, and that she was still locked in the pillory, just waiting for more sex. He told her how she had thought it was Mr. Peters and how much she had enjoyed it. He urged him to take his own turn.

Ron, however, was reluctant. Chris had been in his office for so long that Mr. Peters would probably arrive at any second. Chris, however, told him that he would wait for him just inside of the building's entrance. He would be able to see Mr. Peters for quite some distance down the sidewalk before he even got to the building. If he saw him coming back, he would run back down the hall and knock on the door, letting Ron know that it was time to get out. Mr. Peters' office was at the far corner of the front hallway, and they could easily make their escape around the corner and out the back door before he even got to the front steps of the building. There would be plenty of time.

The chance of having sex with Miss Harding was difficult for Ron to resist. Just the thought of it was stimulating. He could feel his cock swelling in his slacks. He recalled the previous day when she had played with his erection while he snuggled against her breasts (see Chapter 9). He got more aroused.

"Yea, ok, you wait right up here, by the door, and keep a good look out." He smiled at the thought of what he was about to do.

Chris gave him important warnings. "Don't ever say anything, don't let her know who you are, and don't take long. Get in and get out quickly, of her, as well as his office," Chris joked.

Ron patted him on the back and took off to Mr. Peters' office. When he arrived, he first stopped to listen. He couldn't hear anything inside. He carefully, quietly, opened the door.

Chris had been right. Bent over by Mr. Peters' desk was Miss Harding, still trapped in the pillory, bent over from the waist, her skirt tossed over her back, her naked butt and cunt fully exposed to his view. She was a beautiful woman. Most every male student had a crush on her, and now he was looking at her bare white round bottom, ready and willing to be fucked, and to be fucked by him.

She was moving her legs and feet around. Her panties had by now fallen to the floor. She realized that there was no point in just leaving them wrapped around her ankles. That would only just add to the embarrassment if someone, or actually someone else, entered the room. She kicked and struggled to get them from around her ankles. Ron smiled at the sight. Her struggles made the naked cheeks of her bottom wiggle and shake, occasionally giving him better peeks at her cunt and even her butt hole.

He sneaked into the room and carefully shut the door. He slowly and quietly turned the clasp to lock it. Locking the door was no defense against Mr. Peters but it might at least stop someone else from entering the room. He silently crept up to the naked bottom of Miss Harding, jiggling and prancing in an erotic display as she worked at her panties.

By the time he reached her, she had gotten the panties off of her ankles and was trying to maneuver them around to the front of the pillory. She wasn't too sure why she was doing this but it was the only bit of modesty over which she had any control. She was also slowly coming to the realization that it might not have in fact been Jack Peters that had just had sex with her.

Ron paused to enjoy the show. Miss Harding's buns were delectable, so round, luscious, and inviting. He crouched down to consider every detail as she worked the panties around the pillory. The lifting and sliding of her leg continued to give him nice peeks of her womanly slit and at times even her rosebud. He reached between his legs and stroked his growing erection. He couldn't believe he was actually looking right at Miss Harding's naked cunt. She was showing him virtually everything. This was going to be such good fun. He noticed the remnants of Chris' cum, still leaking down her leg. He leaned in closer, gripping his hard cock through his pants.

Miss Harding was concentrating on her panties, not wanting to think any further about what just happened. Suddenly, however, she thought that she felt something, someone's breath, on her butt. Her eyes widened in surprise. She froze in place.

Ron noticed her tension. He reached out and gently placed his hand on one of her cheeks.

"Oh my!" Miss Harding exclaimed. "Who is that?! Is it you again? Please, please who is it?"

Ron extended his other hand, grasped both cheeks, and spread them open, revealing to his lustful eyes the red furrows and grooves of her anus.

"No!" she yelped. Ron instantly let go of her cheeks, a moment of fear that she might scream in panic.

"Please don't do anything. Just, please, let me out of this. I won't tell anyone anything about it." She was quite sincere about that. All of this was so embarrassing that she didn't want anybody to know about it. She thought of screaming for help but that could just make matters worse.

Ron was rubbing his stiff cock through his pants. There was no way that he was going to let her go before he had his turn. Even if he didn't have sex with her, he wasn't sure that she would keep her word and, besides, once she knew it was him she would probably figure out that the first boy had been Chris. He realized though that he better hurry up. He unzipped his pants.

Miss Harding heard the zipper go down. Feelings of anxiety overwhelmed her. "Not again, please. I promise I will won't press charges if you just unlock me."

Ron looked at the lock. There was no key in it. He probably couldn't let her go even if he wanted to. He pulled his hard erect cock from his pants. He gave it a few strokes to stiffen it further. It seemed like he had never felt this aroused, this hard. He leaned into her and placed the swollen bulb of his cock against the wet, soft lips of her cunt.

"Oh my," Miss Harding moaned. "Not again." She felt him plunge into her cunt, her warm, wet lips spreading to accept the head and then closing around his shaft.

Ron was delirious with pleasure. His cock was actually embedded in Miss Harding's cunt. It felt so good, so warm, so wet. Even knowing that the wetness was due in part to Chris' cum didn't bother him. The most important truth was that her cunt was grasping and massaging every inch of his stiff dick. It was like his cock was wrapped tightly in warm, wet, silky softness. He plunged it in deeper, moaning in pleasure.

Miss Harding heard the moan. It was not a deeply masculine moan, not like the moan of a grown man. She also felt that his cock wasn't appreciably large. It's not that faculty or staff naturally had larger cocks than the students, but it reinforced her impression that he might be a student.

"Are you one of my students?" she gasped, in between the plunging of his cock..

Ron stopped. He didn't say anything, but the fact that he stopped gave her the answer.

"You are, aren't you?" Ron was frozen. He didn't know what to do. He sure wasn't going to admit to it but he couldn't deny it either. He figured the best thing to do would be to finish and get out of there before she figured out anything else. He resumed the movement of his hips.

Miss Harding grunted and lurched as his hips banged against her butt. "Listen, young man, I, unh," she exclaimed as he banged into her, "I promise I won't tell your parents, the administration, anyone." She paused, finding it hard to articulate her thoughts as she was being hammered from behind. "If you stop now, oh!, uh, please don't continue to do this."

Ron continued to fuck her.

"You must realize how embarrassing this is for me. Urrh. Oh my. Please, after all, I'm your teacher." She dropped her head, feeling herself getting wetter, her breath quickening in pace. "It's just so humiliating."

Actually, this only made it more arousing for Ron. He felt his cock swell further with her submissive pleading. He pushed farther inside and leaned down over her.

Miss Harding then tried to assert her authority. "Now stop that young man, I'm warning you. You can get into serious trouble." Ron almost felt like laughing at that. Miss Harding was trying to order him around as he had her bent over, trapped in a pillory, and was fucking her hard from behind.

Miss Harding also recognized that she hardly could assert much authority with her naked ass exposed and her cunt being used.

He brought his hand around her thighs, under her body, and touched her clit. It was all wet with her juices. He began to stroke, pinch, and rub it with his fingers.

"Oh goodness, don't touch me there. Please." Miss Harding began to pant in arousal. She tried to not let herself get excited again, but, it was too late. There were a number of the boys with whom she would be very willing to have sex. She already had sex with a few of them. She enjoyed seducing the young men. Seducing them was of course much different than been taken advantage of like this, but there was still a part of this that was uniquely alluring. She would not have minded if it had been Jack Peters. The fact that it was one of her students instead, if that was in fact true, was much more debasing, but it was the indignity that was also so exciting and arousing. She closed her eyes and felt his fingers stroking and massaging her cunt while his young cock moved in and out of her cunt. She gave up and let herself enjoy it. She clenched the muscles of her cunt around his young cock.

"Just don't tell anyone you did this, please? I'll let you do it if you just keep it a secret." Ron found that to be an odd statement as she seemed to be in no position really to negotiate. However, perhaps she was just indicating that she would keep it a secret if he did as well. He patted her bottom a couple of times with his left hand, as an effort to let her know that he agreed.

She confessed. "It does feel good but it's so embarrassing, I hope you at least appreciate that," she pleaded.

He again patted her bottom as he continued to feel and massage her clit. Her cunt felt so good around his cock, so hot and wet, and even tight. He had imagined that a woman's cunt would be big, that he would hardly be able to feel anything, and that she wouldn't feel anything, but instead she felt so nicely tight, like a wet soft glove that was snuggly wrapped around his dick. He let go of her clit.

Miss Harding sighed in disappointment. She had wanted to cum so badly this time. She was now meeting his movements with her own. Clamping onto his cock as much as she could. It was clear that he wasn't at all large but he was still plenty large enough.

However, the movements of his cock also ceased. "Please don't stop," surprising even herself that she now wanted the stranger to fuck her. She then felt his fingers on the front of her blouse. Her eyes widened in surprise and worry. She felt each button being opened. He was removing her blouse?

He wanted to feel the big boobs of Miss Harding. After he unbuttoned her blouse he pulled it out from the waist of her skirt and brought his hands underneath. He moved up the skin of her back. He reached the clasp of her bra. He struggled with it a bit, but after a few clumsy efforts, he unclasped her bra. Miss Harding whimpered in apprehension. Ron leaned back down on her and again brought his hands around beneath her, this time to pull the cups away from her large breasts, allowing them to droop freely beneath her.

Miss Harding blushed with this new invasion of her body. Her breasts now hung pendulously beneath her as she was bent over and trapped in the pillory. She felt his young hands grab onto them, exploring their bulbous softness that was now exaggerated by having them so loosely hanging down from her body.

Ron squeezed and rubbed them. He played with their bulbous softness. They were so large, like big water balloons of flesh, swinging beneath her. He bounced them in his hands and swung them left and right. He smiled, wanting to laugh with the pleasure and fun. He couldn't escape the image that he was milking the fleshy balloons of Miss Harding.

Miss Harding was blushing profusely with his discourteous, obscene, and infantile manipulations. His hands were not those of a mature lover caressing her in an affectionate seduction. They felt like a boy urgently exploring, manipulating, playing with her breasts like they were toys. But, still, her nipples stiffened with his tough and she was glad that he had resumed the stroking of his cock in and out of her cunt. She sighed, letting herself enjoy the feelings of this young man mounting her from behind, fucking her like she was his dirty sex slave. She began to move her hips to match his own.