"Aaaiiieee"
"Didn't that feel great, Tommy?"
"Aaaiiieee"
Connie glanced at his face. The kid was biting his lip. His forehead was furrowed with wrinkles, the sweat sliding off and pasting to his hair. He looked as if he were in pain. Christ, this mother-fucking kid was something else!
"Again," Tommy mumbled before panning at the ecstasy that surrounded his cock-flesh.
"You mean like this?" Connie asked, raising her cunt off his prick for the second time. Then she came crashing down again, Tommy's cock shooting up into her moist-fleshed pussy.
"Aaaiiieee!
"And this!" Connie was getting her fuck-rhythm now. She began moving up and down on his prick, her as bouncing against his balls.
"Aaaaiiieee!!!"
Her tits were bouncing up and down as Connie raised and lowered her cunt on his cock. With each stroke, perspiration ran in rivulets off her forehead, splashing on Tommy's perspiring chest. Up and down again, her cunt gripping his cock in a blanket of warm flesh.
Now, Tommy realized what Miss Ryan said about the best part of fucking. It was now. It was when she moved off his prick, and his balls seemed to tighten up against his crotch. It was when her cunt moved down on his cock, and his asshole puckered and jizz leaked from his prick. He was getting fucked.
Connie fucked faster and faster. Shit, her cunt was getting holler and hotter. Tommy's prick was getting bigger and bigger. Christ, she was going to come! She was going to get her rocks off on a thirteen-year-old kid! She was going to blast all the pent-up frustration out of her pussy and bathe his virgin prick! Now!
"Aaaiieee!! I'm cooommmiinngg, Tommy."
"Me, too! Aaaiieee!!"
The bursts of cum filled Connie's hungry pussy filled it to overflowing. Jizz-seemed to be squished out of her cock-filled cunt. Her cut seemed to be one raw nerve-ending as it scraped back and forth on Tommy's 'cock-shaft. Then she collapsed, her huge tits spreading out on Tommy's thin chest.
Tommy embraced her body as she fell against him. He thrust his cock up, way up, into her cunt and froze as his cock oozed out one last dribble of own, and Tommy's ass fell back to the bed.
"I-Is that what fucking's all about, Miss Ryan?" Tommy asked as he smelled the fragrance of her perfume.
"Yeah, that's what fucking's all about, Tommy.
CHAPTER FOUR
Some people considered Miss Elvira Schellenberg a sexless creature. They never came out and said it, but they regarded her as a teacher first, a citizen second, a person third, then. well, then they thought of her as a female.
Elvira had always considered herself in just the reverse order. She was a woman, granted a woman who had never kissed a man, let alone been fucked by one. But she did have a cunt between her legs, and she did have two tits that were more like pimples on her chest. She did have a feminine looking face or at least that was the part that most people complimented her on. Of course, they didn't have to look beyond her face for anything else that would be considered sexual charm in a woman.
But Elvira considered herself sexy; well, not sexy as much as having sexy feelings. She knew that whereas most of the women in Weedville had husbands they could fuck, or lovers they could suck, she had other ways of getting off.
Every day after school she would head down to Jason Moresby's combination grocery/hardware store and load up on cucumbers. Then she would take the cucumbers home and wail away on them. That is to say, she would fuck her virgin cunt with each cucumber she bought.
She couldn't remember the first cucumber, but who the hell remembers cucumbers? Other girls, like Connie Ryan, a fellow classmate of hers in high school, had plenty of memories of the first guy that had fucked them. What Elvira had was a dim remembrance of the first cucumber she had ever stuck up her cunt. She had been thirteen and the cucumber eleven inches. But that was as far as her memory took her-one cucumber looked just like another.
If Elvira had one fear, it was becoming a vegetable-a person who hadn't ever loved or been loved, a woman who had never experienced the glories of fucking or getting fucked, a girl who would probably die a virgin. But that fear had dissolved six months ago when she met Vance Manning, the new sheriff of Weedville.
Elvira never questioned his motives for getting involved with her. She was too scared to. She was dreading the day that she might discover Vance Manning had some other dubious motivation for becoming intimately involved with her. No, she dared not question what he saw in her. It would be best to let things go, let whatever would happen happen.
Besides, she was too busy now with her classroom of eighth-grade kids-thirteen in all. The fourteenth, Tommy Trimble, was absent today. Elvira wondered what the problem was. He had told her last Tuesday that he was really looking forward to today's outing at Lake Weed.
Elvira shrugged her shoulders as she got onto the bus.
Marcia Moresby was getting on ahead of her, and Elvira noticed how her saucy ass sashayed beneath her mini-skirt.
God! She wasn't wearing any panties!
Elvira blushed, glanced away, almost stumbled against Eddie Beasly, a sixteen-year-old stubble chinned boy who had flunked eighth grade for the last three years.
"Sorry I'm late, Miss Schellenberg," Eddie said in a husky voice, catching a glimpse of Marcia's ass-cheeks. "Just got out of the head. Boy, Coach Crowley was in the crapper again. Christ, it smelled like a dead moose in there."
"Eddie Beasly!"
Eddie laughed; then before Miss Schellenberg could tell him to mind his manners, he was into the bus, following Marcia's spicy-looking ass towards the back.
Elvira shook her head. She just didn't know about what the hell was happening to the younger generation these days. Why couldn't they be more like Vance Manning? Respectable, disciplined, orderly.
Elvira got her frail body into gear and ascended the steps of the bus. She kneeled on the driver's seat and clapped her hands for attention.
"Children! Children, let's have it quiet."
"I ain't no child," said a voice two bench seats away from Elvira.
"Now, Jordan Worthington, what would your father say if he heard you talking like that to me?"
"He'd probably whip your ass with a Bible!" Eddie hollered from the back of the bus as his hand sneaked into Marcia Moresby's blouse while the girl giggled beside him.
Elvira's class tittered and guffawed. Why was it, Elvira wondered, that these brats were always tittering and giggling all the time?
Elvira clapped her hands again. "Now, it'll only be about a twenty-minute ride. So let's be so quiet that we can hear a pin dropping in the back of the bus."
"Oh, shit," Johnny Locker mumbled to Norman Wizer. "Christ, you'd think Miss Schellenberg was teaching nursery school."
"How quiet, Miss Schellenberg?" Eddie asked loudly from the back of the bus. His hand was full of Marcia's right tit, and the girl had stopped giggling long ago. She was now moaning and groaning, feeling her nipple rise against Eddie's caressing hand. She couldn't believe how hot she was, considering that Eddie had fucked her last night.
"So quiet you can hear a pin drop," Elvira repeated in exasperation.
"Shut up, everyone!" Eddie shouted menacingly. Marcia tried to moan in soft whispers, but, Christ, Eddie's hand really had a grip on her nipple!
Everyone was quiet, including an amazed but thankful Elvira.
She turned in her seat and was just about ready to start up the ten-year-old bus when Eddie faded-one of those gas bombs that only Eddie Beady could specialize in, the kind of tear-rendering fart that he had really saved up for a special occasion.
Elvira glanced into the rear-view minor. Her mouth dropped. She refused to believe that anybody could be that rude, that uncouth. She had never heard of anybody doing such a nasty thing!
The class tittered, Elvira sparked the engine to life, and Eddie went back to playing with Marcia's tits.