She's a handsome woman, but not pretty – her features are too strong for that.
Her hair is dark, thick, and reaches to her shoulders when she unties it and lets it fall free.
That's how she wears it in bed. She let down her hair when she bedded me – let down her hair in more ways than one.
At school she's cool, calm, collected, but in bed she was a tigress.
Her hair was like a lion's mane, hanging all loose and free. After she took me, some but not all of the tension went out of her face.
She has a super body. In school, she keeps it covered up, and always wears suit jackets or blazers and long skirts.
Some of the teachers are teasers, and wear sexy clothes to drive the horny boys in class wild – which isn't hard, if you know teenage boys.
I do.
But Beverly wasn't one of those teasers. She dressed to cover up, not to show off. But not even the plainest clothes could hide her figure.
I had checked it out myself. It was a big reason why I accepted her invitation to come use her house during the weeknight.
One thing led to another, and she led me off to her bed.
It was a miserable night outside, with cold rain and sleet. But it was hot and humid as a greenhouse in her bedroom.
She had been a wild woman when she took me in bed. I'm no shrinking violet, but her passion made me a little scared.
Which only turned me on all that much more…
After we did it, or she did me, I should say, we rested in bed. The tangled sheets were wrapped around our legs, and wet from sweat.
Beverly looked a little more relaxed, but not much. Her eyes were still hot.
While we rested, she felt me up. She played with my tits, rubbing the nipples, pinching and tweaking them.
She made me moan from her handling of my tits. She rubbed down my belly and fingered my bush, which was damp.
Then she put her hand on my pussy and fondled it.
My pussy was super-sensitive from already being eaten. Beverly touched me real light at first, just gliding her fingers over me.
She put her mouth close to my ear. Her breath was warm and tickling.
As she rubbed my pussy, she spoke to me. She told me that I was a beautiful girl and that I had pleased her very much.
She wanted to do something for me, she said. I sighed and said that she had done more than enough. But she meant something different.
She asked me how I would like to have beautiful clothes and jewelry, plenty of money, maybe even my own car?
I told her that it would be great, but that I had stopped believing in Santa Claus a long long time ago.
She told me not to act deliberately dumb. I was sitting on a gold mine, she said, only I was too dumb to take advantage of it.
Surely I knew the effect my body had not only on boys, but on men?
Well, of course I did – I had known that since I was twelve.
What a fool I was, for just giving up MY precious pussy to horny guys after they took me on a date and maybe to dinner.
There were men, older men, respectable clean gentlemen, who would happily pay for the privilege of making love to me.
Now, I had thought of such things. From where I come from, only an idiot would be unaware of that. But I had never sold it.
I sighed and said that the idea didn't sound half-bad, except that I had no idea where those fine gentlemen that she spoke of could be found.
"I do," she said. "Clean, safe, secure, and prosperous mature gentlemen who know how to show their appreciation of pretty girls like you."
She said more on the same subject. While she talked, she rubbed my pussy, so I got hotter and hotter as she went on speaking.
Her mouth whispered in my ear. She talked soft and sound, almost like she was hypnotizing me. I closed my eyes and listened.
When she started talking price, how much I could get for an "hour of love" with one of the gentlemen, I really started squirming.
Outside it was cold and raining. A big gust of wind blew up and rattled the window. I thought how cold it was out there, and shivered.
Beverly put her finger inside my pussy. It was dripping. She pushed her finger in and out, fucking me with it.
I moaned. After a while, I turned on my side, her finger still in my pussy, and pressed my head against her tits.
She wasn't all strait jacketed in her school clothes now – she was naked.
Her breasts were big, melon-sized – she was really stacked, built like a woman and not a girl, with big fat nipples.
It was warm where I put my face between her tits. They pressed my cheeks. It was nice and dark. Beverly stroked me and kept on talking.
I moaned. She cupped her tit and put her nipple in my mouth.
It was good to suck it. It was all hard and throbbing, while the rest of her tit was soft and smooth and warm.
Beverly fondled my hair and back and told me that she would take care of me, that I would be her number one girl.
We would both make lots of money and get lots of kicks.
I took her tit out of my mouth, but only to tell her that I wanted to eat her.
When we had tumbled into bed the first time, she made love to me, while I just laid back and dug what she did.
Now I wanted to do her. She put me on my back. She got on her knees and crawled up to the head of the bed and my head.
She faced my feet and sat on my face. She put her knees on either side of my head. Her pussy was positioned over my face.
She had wide womanly hips, a thick black bush, full and furry, and thick pussy lips which were dark and soft and warm.
She squatted down. Her bush tickled my nose. Her pussy smelled musky and made my mouth water. Her pussy lips pressed my lips.
I kissed her pussy. The lips split, showing the slippery pink wet membranes. They pressed on my mouth, steam coming up from her crotch.
I put my tongue inside her. Her juices were thick on my tongue. I licked them up and swallowed them down and lapped for more.
She rocked back and forth on my face. Her juices smeared from my forehead to my chin. Then she had me lick her clitoris.
Her clitoris was a marble of pink flesh. I put my tongue to it and licked away. Her thighs pressed my cheeks as she rocked back and forth.
When she came she squeezed my head with her thighs, while her pussy quivered against my mouth and she climaxed.
After that night, Beverly didn't waste any time in getting things going.
Mr. Sanford was the first – my first.
I didn't know him. Hamilton is a big town. Anyway, he wasn't from Hamilton at all. He came from New York City, across the river.
He came to fuck me – and paid for the pleasure.
Beverly set everything up. I was over at her house during just about every moment of my free time, mixing business with pleasure.
First there was a photo session.
Beverly had a neat portable camera. It was one of those jobs that develops each picture inside the camera, so you don't have to send the film out to be developed.
That made it convenient for the kind of pictures we took.
She started in her house. It was a small house, one story, set on a corner and off from the other houses in the block.
Beverly rented it. That was one of the reasons why I think that she had pulled this kind of operation before, in other towns.
In case you hadn't heard, teachers get paid peanuts. The unmarried teachers who lived in town had to live in apartments.
But Beverly had that house all to herself. My guess is she rented it for the business she knew she would set up.
There was a living room, kitchenette, bathroom, her bedroom, a guest room, and another, smaller room. There was also a cellar. She took the first sets of photos in the living room. The curtains were pulled tight across the windows so no snoop could peek inside.
She went about it pretty efficiently. She pinned a sheet up on the wall to serve as a kind of backdrop.