Jenny Carter finds the Steep Slope Ch. 04

Jenny Carter had her hair in a ponytail, and had on a knit dress that zipped up the front; it left just a hint of cleavage on display when zipped all the way up, and came to about mid-thigh on her. She was doing in school suspension already; the first week had been a whirlwind, but she had been thankful that there had been no occurrences since her interview. The three men had acted as though nothing at all had happened when she saw them, which made Jenny just as happy.

She walked around the classroom, trying to ignore the fact that the single student in the room with her was staring at her rather boldly. She blushed slightly; the dress had a jacket, which she had taken off, and it did hug her curves a bit, especially her gently curved tummy and coconut sized breasts. She blushed again; she should put the jacket back on.

She leaned against the desk, and the student – his name was Chet Greavey – got up and walked up to her. "You don't mind if I stand up while we talk, do you, Mrs. Carter?"

"Um, no, I guess not Chet," she said, glancing at him out of the corner of her eye. He leaned against the desk beside her – she should go and sit down, she thought, and crossed her arms under her big breasts.

Chet smiled to himself; he had heard something, but had been unsure about it – and then when he saw this little dish, he had decided he should do some intel – and had arranged to be her sole charge during the in-school suspension.

And now he figured he knew – she was silent, staring around the room and then shooting him a glance, but she did not move away from him. He reached up with his left hand and started rubbing her back softly. She started, and shot a look at him, but still did not move away from him.

"Chet, wh . . what do you - " she started to say as his hand rubbed her back through the thin dress – had he just paused at her bra strap? Why wasn't she pushing him away?

"You just looked a little down, Mrs. Carter," he smiled down at her. "I wondered if it had anything to do with what I heard the other day – it kind of pissed me off," he said, and felt his cock lurch in his pants. She looked at him, her soft brown eyes wide open.

"Wh – what did you hear, Chet?" she asked; she reached down and gripped the edge of the desk; she saw the way his eyes went to her chest but decided she could cut him a break; his big hand did feel good rubbing her back.

"I heard my dad and one of his friends talking, and his friend said he had felt your tits up and that you didn't stop him," he said; his hand was moving about her hips and lower back now. He looked up from her breasts, saw that she had gone pale. She made a small sound in her throat and stepped away from the desk; she walked over to the window and looked out at the broad yards, her pulse racing in her throat. She felt Chet's hands on her shoulder, and then felt him pressing against her.

"Umm, Chet, I – ohnn, oh!" she gasped softly as the young 18 year old shifted against her; she could suddenly feel his fat stiff cock against her soft ass cheeks, and then he shifted slightly so that his rod nestled in the cleft between her plump, round cheeks.

She swallowed heavily, and his hands squeezed her shoulders harder.

"I didn't believe him, Mrs. Carter," he said, his breath hot against her throat, his cock pushing harder against her soft ass. With a small sound, she broke away from him, and went and sat down in her chair.

"That's good, Chet, because this rumor is just untrue – I would appreciate it if you didn't tell this to anyone!" She tried to sound strong; he came and leaned against the desk next to her. He stared down at her, and Jenny looked away from his hawk like gaze; she found herself staring at his fat cock, plainly visible through the shorts he was wearing.

"I can do that – but he did say one thing, Mrs. Carter – he said you have a small freckle on your left breast, a few inches above the nipple – that's not true, is it?" he asked. His hand reached out, and he rubbed the backs of his fingers against the side of her breast.

Jenny swallowed heavily – she did have a freckle there, of course. She wondered if Chet's father's friend was from the house visit or the job interview. She looked at his hand, but did not say anything. She knew she should get up and tell him to leave, but her body and her mind seemed frozen.

"He must have just made those things up for some reason," she finally said as his fingers began pushing harder into the side of her breast. She finally moved, as though trapped in amber, and pushed his hand away from her. "Now, Chet, I trust you will act like a gentleman!" she said.

"You could prove it," he replied, and his hand went back to the side of her breast again as soon as she lowered her hand. "Just unzip your dress and let me see, and then I will know for sure," he said. She pushed him away again, and this time his right hand slipped over quickly to the tip of her left breast; he pushed against her with his palm, and then began moving his hand in small circles, rubbing his palm against the sensitive, throbbing tip of her breast. "I could see why a guy would try to feel you up!" he smiled down at her. She stared up at him, her eyes wide and her mouth slightly open as his hand pushed harder against her breast.

"Chet, please," she said, and once again pushed his hand away. He smiled, then peeled his shorts and shirt off, revealing a large, thick cock, at least 8 – 10 inches. Jenny thought. She sat there stunned, and when he moved his hand back to her breast she could not find the strength to push his hand away. "Chet, what do you think you're doing?" she hissed. She was gripping both of the chair arms now, and could not stop glancing at the young man's fat tool.

"My cock hurts so much – it's your fault, Mrs. Carter!" he said. "Why don't you feel how stiff it is?" he said. In a daze, she pushed his hand away again, and then watched as he straddled her legs and then leaned against desk; she was now in the chair, her legs between his thick, widespread thighs, his fat cock now just a foot away from her face. She shook her head as he reached out now with both hands, and began gently lifting and squeezing her big, sensitive breasts. Her nipples were now hard points. She reached up again with her right hand to push him away again – her left still gripped the chair arm – but this time he grabbed her wrist and forced her palm against his fat but somehow silky shaft.

Jenny blushed deeply, and tried to control her breathing as Chet's fingers began tugging on the plump buds of her nipples through the dress. She let out a long breath and could not stop her slim fingers from wrapping around the fat shaft. Chet smirked down at her, and then he was unzipping her dress. She squeezed his thick rod – what the hell was wrong with her?

"Chet, what do you think you're doing?" she asked, and slowly began dragging her fist up and down his fat cock.

"I wanna see if you have that freckle, Mrs. Carter!" he said, and then: "Oh, yeah, there it is – look how fat your nipples are!" he said, and pulled her big, soft breasts out of the half-cup bra by her red nipples. He began squeezing her breasts roughly, alternating large handfuls with pinching and squeezing her stiff, throbbing nipples. "Is this how that guy was feeling you up, Mrs. Carter?" he said, pulling her other breast free too. Both his hands worked at her heaving breasts, tugging her nipples and then squeezing big handfuls of her fun bags, gently and then a bit rougher.

Jenny shivered, and realized she was not saying anything, just sitting there jerking the young man's cock while he felt her tits up. "Go ahead," he told her – "You know you wanna suck it, Mrs. Carter!" Jenny kept drawing her small, sweaty fist up and down his shaft.

"Quit – quit feeling me up and I will – I will let you put it in my mouth for just a moment or two," she said, squeezing his cock harder. She could not believe how stiff the thing was; she was about to have an orgasm from the way Chet was rubbing and twisting her nipples.

He smiled down at her – "He said you would do anything if I just felt you up," he smiled nastily. "You got a deal, Teach," he crowed, and took his hands off of her tits. Jenny could still not catch her breath, and she did not even try to put her proud, firm breasts back out of view.

She leaned forward, and wrapped her plump, juicy lips around his fat cock knob, and tried not to think about what she was doing as she started bobbing her head, taking more of his thick shaft into her mouth each time.

"Ohhhhnn, yeah, fuck, that feels great, Mrs. C!" Chet exclaimed; one hand went to the back of her head, and he gripped her pony tail, began guiding her drooling, slack mouth up and down his now dripping cock. She began slurping at the delicious meat as he guided her hot, juicy mouth up and down his rampant staff. He paused with just the knob inside her luscious lips, and smiled as she swirled her small tongue around the head, then slurped noisily at the knob as she sucked more and more of the precum down her willing throat.

He stood up, and holding her ponytail began fucking her mouth; his fat knob bumped into the back of her throat, causing her to gag; the next time she swallowed automatically, and found herself deepthroating the young man, her nose buries in his stiff pubic hair. He pulled his cock out, slapped her on the face with it, then went back to fucking his large pole into her willing, juicy mouth, occasionally forcing it into her accommodating throat.

Before she was ready, his thick rod was suddenly shooting his hot cum onto her tongue; Jenny swallowed the thick stuff miserably, her body twisting from the pent up lust that was shooting through her veins!

He picked her up, and she simply stood there gaping as he quickly peeled off her dress and panties. Then he was sitting her on the desk. She looked at him out of startled eyes; she was leaning back on her right hand, and her left arm was belatedly trying to cover her heaving bosom. He spread her legs, and stepped further between her thighs, then began rubbing his fat, still stiff cock against her pouting, juicy pussy lips.

He grinned as her lips swelled outward around his fat knob, and leaned forward a bit. Jenny watched with a gasping mouth as he worked his fat cock head into her tight pussy. Jenny's even white teeth were clenched, her gorgeous face twisted with lust as the young man smiled at her – he withdrew slightly, then leaned back in, driving more of his thick staff into her wet, tight pussy. "Uhn, ohnnnn, uh, uh, ohh, that's - this isn't right, young man, oh!" she gasped as finally buried his thick cock all the way in her spasming pussy. He pushed her left arm away, and Jenny miserably shut her eyes, and then was leaning back on both hands. Chet grinned, scooped her proud breasts up in his hands, and bent and began sucking and licking her stiff, pointy nipples as he began swiveling his hips, driving his fat rod in and out of the young teacher's gripping, super-hot pussy!

Jenny was lost in sensations as the student kept fucking her, bouncing her on the desk. She tilted her hips so his lean loins were slapping against her swollen clitoris and then she was crying out loudly as a giant orgasm ripped through her.

She shook and shuddered, and her legs flopped about – Chet simply kept fucking through the incredible waves of the orgasm , and then finally stepped away from her, his fat cock slipping out of her still spasming pussy.

Jenny shook her head as Chet pushed her onto her side, her legs curled on the desk, her ass facing the student. She looked at him over her shoulder, still barely able to breath and watched as he pulled a small tube out of his pocket. She tried to crawl off the other side of the desk as he squirted some of the stuff in the tube onto his palm.

He reached out and grabbed her right hip with his right hand, holding her steady – "There now, don't worry, Mrs. Carter, we're not quite done yet," he smiled down at her as he smeared the stiff on the tip of his long, thick, still hard cock.

Chet smiled down at the woman; she was just looking up at him, her eyes wide as he stepped a bit closer to her, then grabbed her right ass cheek, and lifted it up slightly. "What – what do you think you're doing, Chet?" she asked breathily as he stepped closer. He smiled down at her, and reached out with his left hand, grabbed her right breast and began rubbing it softly. His hand still had some of the stuff from the tube on it; it had a slick greasy feel, and Jenny realized that it was heating up as he smeared it all over her large, soft breast.

She felt something against her ass, then felt his knob, thick with the slippery goo, against her tight ass hole.

"I just wanna see if this will fit in here, Teach – don't worry, just relax," he smiled down at her, and Jenny tried again to wriggle away, but his hands on her hip and holding her breast kept her in position.

"Chet, please, I already let you fuck me, please just let me go," she whispered. Her pussy was still juicy, her heart still beating, and as the young man began twisting and pulling on her nipple again she had to grit her teeth to keep from gasping aloud. "I – I really don't think it will, unh, oh, will fit," she said miserably, but then a second later he gave another soft nudge and his large cock head slipped into the tight ring of her puckered anus.

"Ohnnn!" Jenny gasped; she reached behind her, placing her hand on the young man's trim hip, but that did not stop him from beginning to rock gently back and forth, nudging his bulbous knob a bit further into her stretched out ass hole. Jenny gritted her teeth harder, and blinked tears out of her eyes.

It was painful, but it did not urt as much as she would have thought – the fat knob, however, felt huge in her tight ass hole. Jenny let out a long breath as the gel began heating her bum up; her breast was now quite warm. She swallowed, and Chet rocked forward a bit more, now sinking two inches of his stiff shaft into her shuddering ass. He reached down to begin mauling her other breast, and Jenny could not help herself as she twisted her body slightly so he could reach her other breast easier.

As the 18 year old sank another inch into her spasming ass hole, Jenny bit her lip – mixed with the pain, her body was beginning to respond to the foreign invasion of her ass hole in an odd way. It was actually making her pussy juicier than ever, and there was a deep heat radiating from her ass to her pussy and her chest, aside from the heat of the lubricating gel.

Yeah, that's the way Teach," he grinned down at her nastily, and began pulling her back slightly as his strokes began getting a bit longer – Jenny realized he was now sliding 4 inches in and out of her abused ass hole, then five. The hand on her hip slipped around, and the young man's smart, thick fingers began teasing her pussy, then then her inflamed, still sensitive clit.

"Ohn god, Chet, no, please, don't fuck me in the ass like this," she said; there was a huge internal pressure building within the young teacher; she realized she was no longer trying to hold him off of her, that she had stretched so he would have an easier time of fucking his cock into her twitching ass.

Jenny realized she was grunting and moaning regularly now, and she realized something else – the orgasm that was now approaching was going to be much larger than the last one. "Fuck me harder," she gasped through gritted teeth – "Fuck me harder, Chet, fuck me harder!" as he began fucking her in earnest, his trim hips slapping against her ass cheeks, and his entire 10 inch rod fucking in and out of her ass as he pushed her finally over the edge into another orgasm that had her gasping and shuddering around the man's fat, magic pole!

It was to much for Chet; seeing Jenny's gorgeous face twisted in lust, the way her breasts were bouncing as he railed her tight, twitching ass he began shooting copious amounts of jizz into his thrashing, gasping teacher.

Jenny began coming to herself a few minutes later as Chet smiled down at her – "That was fucking awesome, Mrs. Cater," he said, wiping his dripping cock off on her panties. "I can't wait for the next time I have detention!"