She came.
Kenny continued licking and sucking until the well dried up. The wonderful little hole no longer oozed the tasty juice. He reluctantly withdrew from under Linda's skirt.
The look on her face was worth seeing. She seemed to glow from inside. There was no other way she could be described. If Linda Blake had been gorgeous before, now she was a Goddess.
Her brown hair was slightly dismayed. It floated around her head like a halo. Her green eyes shone like emeralds. Her skin was milky and flushed at the same time.
Kenny thought she was the most lovely creature he'd ever seen.
She straightened her dress, then picked up her panties, quickly stuffing them into her purse.
Smiling at the boy, Linda said, "Thank you, Kenny. That was… marvelous! Now, I think you'd better get along home. Enough for today's lesson."
He looked up at her with expectation in his blue eyes. He wanted more.
As if reading his mind, Linda told him, "Day after tomorrow. And since you did so good today, I might have an extra special surprise for you. A very, very special one."
With that cryptic promise, Kenny went off to have wet dreams for two nights.
CHAPTER FOUR
"All right, class. Who knows the answer to the question? How many men signed the Declaration of Independence?"
Linda Blake looked around the room and saw a sea of blank faces. A few looked as if they were working hard at figuring out the answer, as if it could be calculated. The usual number of hands were waving boldly in the air. Those were the students who never failed to have the right answer at the right time.
There was an addition to the bright kids this time. Kenny Tesser's hand was waving along with the others.
"Kenny. You seem to have the answer on the tip of your tongue." For a brief instant, Linda shivered with the memory of Kenny's tongue lapping up and down the inside of her thigh, then slowly moving up, to her snatch and sucking and licking her twat until she cried out in orgasm.
The teacher shook the remembrance from her head. This was class time. She didn't dare let such thoughts intrude or she might say or do something she'd later regret.
"Yes, Miss Blake. There were fifty-six signers."
"Hmmm, that's right. Very good. I'm glad to see you're studying harder now than you were before." She went on with the lecture on American history. It was true that Kenny was working harder than he had before she'd begun her unique tutoring program with him. The boy seemed to want to please her. And that was fine with Linda. The brunette didn't have to waste as much time trying to force odd bits of knowledge into his head. If he willingly studied, then… then they could do more interesting things.
There were more interesting kinds of head, too. And more interesting things to stuff.
The bell rang and the class dashed for the door. It was Friday. Not a one of the students wanted to stay an extra second, not with the weekend ahead of them.
None, except Kenny. He wanted to stay for his extra-special session with Miss Blake. The last, one had been super. And the vague promise she'd made him about this one being unique had kept him guessing for two solid days. He thought he might know what she meant.
No more of the mouth love. He didn't think that was for kids, it was too neat for that. But he knew that there was something to be done with his cock other than run a hand up and down it or have Linda suck on it.
Likewise, there was a lot to do with that hairy clam he'd found hidden tinder her skirt. More than just running his tongue around inside the tiny hole.
Kenny got hard just thinking that Linda Blake was actually going to let him fuck her.
He walked hesitantly up to her desk, half-afraid she was going to dismiss him and half-afraid she wouldn't, he said, "Miss Blake? Do you want to, uh, have one of the, uh, sessions tonight?"
Green eyes shone into his blue ones. The woman erotically licked her lips. The boy hadn't thought it was possible to get turned on by such a simple act, yet he was getting more and more rigid just looking at his seductive history teacher.
The coral tip of her tongue flashed out between her red lips. The small lip sensuously licked and moved in a complete circuit around her lips. The way the corners of her mouth turned upward slightly made it all seem naughty, not quite the thing you'd do in polite company.
And it made the teenager's cock as hard as an iron rod.
"Sure, Kenny. Didn't I promise you something new?"
"Uh, yeah, you did. But, er, I thought maybe… well, it's the weekend and all that…"
"Do you want to go? Is that it?" Linda didn't try to conceal the disappointment in her voice. She couldn't control herself with Kenny any more. It was becoming an obsession with her. The boy's young body was so strongly attractive to her that she'd dare anything for one of the "sessions" with him.
"Oh, no! Nothing like that. I – never mind." He looked down at the tops of his sneakers.
Linda looked over the young boy in front of her. He'd changed immensely in just the week since she'd started relieving her sexual tensions with him. He seemed more composed, less upset over minor things. There was an acceptance of his home life now that hadn't existed before. In his own immature way, Linda thought Kenny might be failing in love with her.
The idea appealed to her. It was kinky, a twenty-eight-year old woman seducing a eighteen year-old boy. He was half as old as she was. But the very kinkiness of it all turned Linda on in a big way. That and the idea they could be caught during any of the "tutoring" periods by a passing teacher or the principal.
Whatever it was doing for her, it was doing wonders for Kenny. He was studying harder just to be able to fool around during their clandestine meetings. He wanted all the time spent on his extra-special lessons in lust.
"Close the door, will you, Kenny?" She watched the boy cress the room and carefully shut the door with the frosted glass panel in it. Now, the only way they could be seen would be someone coming into the room.
Linda felt a thrill at the thought someone might come into the classroom while she and Kenny were fucking. After all, there was no way in hell she could possibly control herself if the boy managed to trigger an orgasm in her.
Kenny returned and stood obediently by the woman's desk. She smiled, then reached under her full, loose skirt. She'd planned ahead. Linda wanted a dress that would easily pull up around her waist.
When the boy saw tat his teacher was going to take off her panties, he coughed, then shyly asked, "Miss Blake… Linda? Would you, uh, mind if I did that? I sort of like doing it."
"No," she said in surprise. "I wouldn't mind at all. In fact, I'd like you to do it, Kenny."
She stood beside her desk waiting patiently. His hands were shaking slightly but he was more confident of his actions now than he had been two days earlier. He stroked up and down the woman's wondrously smooth legs. The ripple of her satiny skin excited him. It felt cool to the touch.
Shimmers of delight radiated through his body. His arms tingled with the motion. Under his hands was vibrant female flesh. Linda never moved as the boy softly stroked up and down her leg. Nor did she move when his hand strayed between her thighs.
Linda sighed when Kenny lightly, furtively touched her silk-encased pussy mound. His fingers slipped under the edge and momentarily diddled in the tangled jungle of pubic hair. Then the boy's hand started working the silk panties off.
Linda shuddered with anticipation. Kenny's hand stroked up along the curve of her pert, taut ass. His fingers rubbed over her pussy mound lightly touching her cunt lips. Already she felt her cunt beginning to seethe and ooze its oils. She knew that his hand was so close to her cunt that he could reach out and grasp her any time he wanted.