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The Country School - A Teacher's Delight
CHAPTER ONEThe big Greyhound rolled down the seemingly endless ribbon of highway, leaving behind miles of dull countryside.I gazed through the dusty window. The rolling hills still green, though summer was almost over, did nothing for my bad temper. I wished the trip would end, yet deep down, I wasn't sure I wanted to get there at all.I still carried traces of my big disappointment. The summer of carefree fun hadn't succeeded in erasing my doldrums.After graduating from teachers' college last year, I'd had such high hopes of landing a job in a big school in the city, but to my utter dismay, the best I could get was a job in a country school in some hick town that I had never heard of. A jerkwater place with less than a thousand inhabitants. It was a county seat school with kids coming from all over the county. It ran from first grade through high school, all in the same building.I was so damned dismal with the whole situation that I actually cried. I finally took it, hoping for better picking next year.I'm a history major and here I wind up the whole damn history department for some dumb-dumb country school.I just know I'll be bored to death with all the country yokels, and I refuse to enjoy a single minute of my sentence in "Siberia." Not that I'm such a swinger or hot society broad, but I do like men, probably more than any decent girl should, or at least will admit. I like a good time now and then, and to have somewhere to go and things to do when I get there, especially with a man who doesn't have hay in his ears.Hey! You're probably wondering who I am. Well, dear, I'm Sharon Gordon-of the Hale Gordons-and my folks are very strict; you could even call them square. My free-wheeling attitude is undoubtedly due to their over-attentiveness to my morals and lady-like demeanor. I'm one choice broad, if you'll pardon what might sound conceited and my unshy manner. Any lucky young stud who's had the pleasure of my young, full body-and there have been a few-will attest to the sweetness of fulfilling a girl who really-likes it. I may even mention a choice interlude or two, later on, for those of you who are red-blooded enough to stick with me through this journal of my adventures of amour in the country. But I digress from the tale at hand, and besides I get hot just thinking about them. And I surely can't slip my hand in my panties for a quick feel to soothe my "dolly" in broad daylight, on a bus yet, now, can I?Sharon Gordon, I told myself, let's cut out all this goddamn foolishness. You've made your decision; now be a big girl and live with it. Besides, even in a little jerk town, there has to be some guys who like to play. Once those hayseeds get a good look, you know they'll want to play with you; all of you!I spent the remainder of the trip convincing myself of this, and by the time my destination was in sight, my mood was much improved. I must say, it took a lot of convincing, but nevertheless I did feel in much better spirits.The bus pulled into the little town-little is an understatement-and jerked to a stop in front of a cafe; the only one in town, in fact.I peered anxiously through the window. It looked deserted and sleepy; in the middle of the day, mind you. Halfway across the state for this, I moaned to myself. I was, naturally, the only person departing at this oasis in the desert, so I grabbed my coat and small bag and eased my butt up the aisle toward the door. Several men leered lewdly as I passed by.I didn't mind; in fact, I like an appreciative leer every now and then; does a girl's ego good. I'm rather full-bodied, and when you squeeze all this into a tight blouse and short mini, men can't help but leer. God bless 'em.It was early September, yet a blast of hot, dry air met me at the door. I stepped out into the bright sunlight to a dusty, drab-looking little town.The bus driver unloaded my bags from the baggage compartment. He stared at my legs' with hopes of a peek under my skirt, which he didn't get. He then ambled around the bus and into the cafe.I gave a quick look around and dismally uttered aloud:"Well, here I am.""And I'm certainly glad you are," a voice startled me from behind.I spun around and was face to face with a very good-looking young man. He was tall and masculine, yet almost boyish looking, and grinning from ear to ear, as he looked over the merchandise-and there was merchandise to see. I hate to sound so self-centered, but I am constructed in the manner men appreciate. It's important you understand this, so you can fully enjoy my little tale.I'm about five-feet, five-inches tall, with curves to spare. I have long, well-shaped legs, with full, round thighs; plainly visible through a short skirt clinging tightly from a long, hot trip. My smooth, flat belly curves up to proud, large breasts that jut out at you-daring the brave to touch. My face is no disappointment to an eager young coxman, either. My lips are sensuous, so men have told me, my nose is pert, and my eyes are dark and sparkling. I'm topped with golden, straw-colored hair; I said topped, but not necessarily bottomed. Even in my somewhat rumpled state, I could see my new admirer was pleased."I'm sorry I startled you, Miss Gordon," the young man said apologetically. "My name is Jerry Simpson, the school principal here, also the superintendent, also your reception committee of one."As he looked me over, it was obvious he liked what he saw. I liked what I saw too. My early misgivings faded away and were replaced with goose bumps of anticipation. Before I could answer..."You're probably wondering how someone so young holds such a job of importance ... Also, I'm wondering how someone as gorgeous as you finds her way to this little burg.""Just very talented, I guess," I popped back at him."Well, well, a sense of humor too ... along with your, uh, more obvious outstanding qualities, Sharon. I hope I may call you Sharon. Just call me Jerry.""Okay, Jerry," I answered, "you're calling the shots.""First, let's get your bags loaded into my car and get us out of this God-awful heat."This he quickly did. I climbed into the car and he had us speeding down the street to who knows where. I figured I'd find out soon enough."Good places to stay are hard to find in this town," Jerry said, "so I've taken the liberty of arranging for you to stay at my place."My heart soared."With Lorna and me. Lorna's my wife, and very anxious to meet you." My heart sank."You'll like it there, I'm sure," he added with a wink and a wry smile.My spirits rose a wee bit with his inference, but I still had a number of doubts at this point.By the time we pulled into his driveway, we were well acquainted. He had suggested I see the school later, after getting settled and rested up a bit. He told me about his wife, who he said he adored, stressing what a good marriage he had. I thought, at least I'll be safe here ... damn it! I must admit I was at least a little taken with this handsome lothario. He stressed that I should come to him with any and all my problems.He lugged in my stuff and deposited it in a positively darling room. I knew I'd like it here. He said Lorna wasn't home just now, but would be back shortly, and to make myself at home. He excused himself and vanished ... into the woodwork, I guess.I unpacked my things and put them away in drawers and closets. Arranging and rearranging until I had things just about the way I wanted, for the time being at least.A shower would do me wonders, I mused; so shower I did. My body still damp, I slipped into my robe and brushed my hair before the mirror. I felt wonderful.Returning to my room, I slipped into a pair of high-heeled slippers and pulled a sheer pair of panties up my legs and into place. My room was favored with a full-length mirror, so I took off my robe and threw it on the bed and stood gazing at myself.What a delightful picture I make, I thought. I held my soft, bull breasts in the palms of my hands."Wow, what a handful," I murmured.I ran a finger around the edge of a nipple. It was large, reddish-brown, and soon protruding. My hands released my breasts and slid down my stomach to the full, dark mound, plainly visible through the thin panties. As I fondled myself, I got the feeling of being watched. I whirled around, and there stood Jerry, brazenly taking in my every movement."Jerry!" I screamed. "What are you doing there?"I crossed my arms in front of myself in a futile effort at modesty."Admiring one very gorgeous female," he answered, completely unabashed.He wasn't at all embarrassed and looked me over from top to bottom. I could only stand in plain view and let him look.Once the initial shock wore off, I realized he was wearing only his shorts. In spite of the circumstances, my eyes were transfixed to the bulge in the front of his shorts. My pulse throbbed and my temperature soared."Go away, Jerry. What if your wife saw you looking at me like this?""She'll never know," he whispered huskily, as he stepped towards me.His arms encircled my waist and he pulled me to him. He seemed completely aware that I would offer very little resistance.He gently tilted my head and pressed his lips firmly to mine. I knew I should give some resistance, but could only kiss back ... hard! As my bare arms slowly slipped around his shoulders, he parted my lips with his tongue. Slowly his tongue slid into my now-open mouth. He worked it in and out slowly, which excited me very much.A hard-on doesn't show on a girl, but God knows I had one. He had one too; I could feel it pressing firmly against me.His hairy chest brushed against my tits, tickling the erect nipples. Our tongues rubbed together as I became more and more passionate.I could feel my cunt getting moist as I got hotter and hotter. I pulled him tightly to me.He moaned as he sucked at my lips and tongue. I felt his hand rub up and down my back, then down into my panties and across my ass. He gripped it tightly."Oh, Jesus," I panted into his open mouth.His hand worked its way around my hips, still inside my panties. His fingers were soon in my hair, then slowly went down and slid between my legs. A finger slipped into my wet, slick crack; it felt wonderful. I spread my legs as best I could so he could get at me better.He slid deeper into my eager channel, working in and out, slowly. As he massaged my joy spot, I reached down and pressed his hand firmly to me."Ooooh, Jerry," I moaned, my head tipped back, "you really mustn't do this ... oh, goddamn, ll it feels so good!""Woman, you're beautiful. I have to fuck you. I just have to," he hissed.I made one last feeble protest, meaning it not one bit, and rubbed his fingers savagely into my hairy snatch.He slowly pushed me back towards the bed, letting me fall into its soft folds. He grasped my panties by the band and yanked them down my thighs.His eyes blazed as my furry mound came into view. I lifted my legs into the air, my panties hanging on one foot. His throbbing cock was now sticking out of his shorts, eager to get at me. It looked absolutely delicious, fair-to-middlin' size too. I spread my legs open so he could feast his eyes on my love spot."Oh, God," he panted, "what a beautiful snatch."His eyes were filled with lust as he stepped towards me. His hands slid up my legs. He stepped between them and I felt his cock rub against my bare thigh. I felt like swooning.Then a car door slammed."Good Lord, it's Lorna," he cried.He jammed his cock into his shorts and bolted from the room. I could hear him stumbling madly down the stairs."No!" I cried.I was aghast, bewildered, frustrated, and yes, even damn mad. I wanted that cock ... now! I wanted to be fucked so badly, and the dirty bastard had run out on me. I didn't realize that he had to, my disappointment being so great. When I want it, I'm one of those gals who needs it, badly.I heard the front door open. Then a cheery female voice:"Hi ... wow, look at you!"I was so shook up, I jumped up from the bed and went out to the top of the stairs ... naked. I looked over the edge to the scene below.She was indeed a knockout. I had figured she would be, judging from Jerry. She looked somewhat surprised to see him standing there in his shorts.I couldn't make out what they were saying, probably because I was so distraught. She was quite beautiful, very dark complexioned and obviously well stacked, though not as full bodied as I.Jerry grabbed her in his arms as she pretended to avoid him; an obvious pretense. She tried to act shocked at his sudden passion, but got over it very quickly as her hand slid into his shorts. She flipped his hard cock from his shorts-the hard intended for me-and slowly masturbated him as he kissed her long and passionately. I was getting an excellent view of the action from where I stood.He grasped the hem of her skirt and slowly raised it over her hips. I could see she had shapely legs, with trim ankles, curvaceous calves, and slim thighs. I could see something else too-she was wearing no panties. Her bush was dark and heavy, covering her mound completely.Jerry worked his fingers excitedly into her hair. She arched her back and thrust her crotch towards him.Then I got a real surprise: Jerry slowly slid to his knees and buried his face between her thighs. From the look of pleasure and excitement on her face, I knew it must be wonderful. This was an experience I had somehow missed, in spite of all the sex episodes I had enjoyed. I knew now it was something I'd have, even if I had to ask for it.I stood watching as she spread her legs eagerly for his onslaught. He rained her with kisses. I clearly saw him spread the lips apart and slip his tongue into the opening. I could feel my own cunt burning with desire. My hand slipped between my legs. I had to cover my mouth with one hand to stifle a groan, while my other hand massaged my burning twat.Lorna finally slumped to the floor with Jerry sucking vigorously at the spot between her open thighs. Then he straightened up and slipped off his shorts and crawled astride his ready wife. He slipped easily into her and immediately stroked away, Lorna moving with him in a steady rhythm. I hungrily watched as they fucked excitedly there on the floor. My, but I longed for that prong to be in me.Their pace quickened. I could tell Lorna was coming as she rolled her hips and jerked about furiously. I could hear her now."Oh, lover boy, do it hard. Ram it to me, honey, I'm coming! I'm coming ... oh, good, good.""I'm coming too, baby. Ooooh ... it's good."He pumped hard and fast, then slowed down, with long, careful strokes--.Finally he fell in a heap on the soft flesh beneath him. They lay like that for quite awhile. When they finally began to stir, my senses returned long enough for me to beat a quick retreat back to my room.I lay on my bed and fondled myself. I kept it up until I had the rewarding climax I had been craving. It wasn't like having a man, but would have to suffice for right now, anyway. I was sure that Jerry had known I was watching, the bastard. I only hoped Lorna hadn't. Of course, even if she had, she didn't let it bother her any, so why should I worry about it?I got dressed a little later and went down to meet the mistress of the household. It was obvious that she was embarrassed. I acted as though nothing had happened, which seemed to ease her fears. By the end of the evening she was completely relaxed, and we seemed to be getting along very well. I was sure that I was going to like it there.The following day Jerry took me over to the school and showed me around. I'd been looking forward to this, but wouldn't you know it, his wife tagged along? You know, I don't think she trusted that man, and I'm sure she didn't trust me.It was a nice school. Fairly new and really quite large for a country school. Of course, I had to remember, it did house the whole class structure from top to bottom. He showed me the lounge, assembly hall, and all the various rooms used by the teachers and student body. My room was a nice big room and I was really quite pleased with the whole setup.The next day was Sunday. I got up late and had coffee and toast with the Simpsons. Just one big happy family. We went for a drive in the afternoon, and I saw a lot of the countryside. It was very pretty that time of year. Lorna wouldn't let her man out of her sight-smart girl. She was always present when I was around.The long day came to an end and I got ready for bed. I slipped into a sheer shortie nightgown and slid between the crisp, cool sheets. I hugged myself and thought of the many exciting days that lay ahead. I was actually looking forward to it now. I was sure there was a great deal more in store for me in this little town than I had ever imagined.And, I must add, I wasn't to be the least bit disappointed-as you will see.At any rate, I was now indoctrinated and ready for the fun ... er, work to begin.CHAPTER TWOI rose early on Monday and eagerly prepared for my first day of teaching school. Jerry drove me to school. It really was close enough to walk, but he felt that since it was my first day, I should be there early and have someone to help me get started. It was the first time we'd been alone since he'd put the make on me and then run out. He was more than anxious to make amends."Gee whiz, girl," he pleaded, "I sure as hell didn't want to leave you. I'll make it up to you, I promise, and I'll never duck out on you again. I really was hot for your body, you know. I knew you were watching while I poured it to Lorna on the floor. I don't know why, but knowing you were looking down on us made it all the hotter."He shook his head in sorrow."And Lorna got the benefit from it. I really am sorry. Am I forgiven?""I'll forgive you, only if you do it tome ... better ... and very soon.""Better! I'll fuck ... uh, sorry. I'll do it so much it'll make you scream for me to stop.""That'll be the day," I said. "Don't apologize, I like horny language from a man, it makes me hot." I laid my hand on his thigh."Sharon, God, what a hot little bitch you are. Don't start me up now, honey, we really haven't got the time."This just spurred me on, and I slid my hand up his leg and grabbed his hardening tool through his trousers. He swerved in the road. As I said, we lived closely to the school; in fact, we were already there. Jerry pulled into his parking place and looked all around the area. Since we had left quite early, there was no one else in sight."The place is still deserted," he muttered, turning to face me. "I wish I could fuck you right now, Sharon. Oh, how I'd like to fuck you-over and over."He slid his hand under my skirt, up my thigh, and hit pay dirt. His fingers deftly slid the crotch of my panties aside and slipped between the hairy lips. I opened my legs to him and moaned my pleasure as my hand rubbed his staff with vigor.His lips eagerly sought mine and crushed against me as I unzipped his pants. His tongue slid rapidly into my mouth as I reached into his pants and wrapped my long fingers around his bursting cock. I quickly had it out and jacked him off with long, deliberate strokes. His tongue rammed deeply into my mouth; his finger rammed into my cunt. I pulled free of his mouth and tossed myheadback, gasping for air."I'm so hot, so hot," I panted.I turned my head and looked at his cock throbbing in my hand. I pulled the skin all the way down, then all the way back up. Jerry lurched and sucked air noisily through his teeth. He lifted his head and looked all around the school yard again.He looked hungrily at me and dipped his face to my warm, lush thighs. He covered them with wet kisses. His tongue darted around the crease by my lips, wetting the hair. My open legs were wet from his tongue, and when it slid back and forth in the creases of skin I almost screamed. He pulled ... the elastic stretched, pulling my panties tightly into the crack of my ass as he strained nobly to get at me. I had my legs stretched as far apart as I could possibly get them. I was nearly rigid with delight as his tongue sought its mark and wormed up, up into my pulsing cunt. Oh, his tongue felt so long and coarse. What a simply devine feeling as his tongue lashed at my opening."Goo'ness, yoo tas' soo goo ... ood!" his muffled voice said."Oooh, so long ... so rough. Lick me, honey, lick me all over! Oooh, that's just wonderful ... you darling man!"I was jerking furiously on his prick in my frenzy. I felt it harden and go rigid as the rascal jumped in my hand and exploded ... all over the place. I felt his come running down my hand."Keerist!" he bellowed, sitting upright like a bolt of lightning.I had kissed a hot cock or two in my day, even sucked a little, but never to completion. Never had I tasted a man's love juice; now was the time. I was so hot I could scream as I jammed my head under the wheel and greedily wrapped my hungry lips around his spouting prick. I took it all and wiped it clean as I dragged my mouth back up its length. What pure ecstasy as I sucked it out as fast as it spurted forth. It tasted like nectar from the gods-jeez, what I had been missing. He banged my head against the steering wheel as he lifted his ass to meet my urgent sucking. I didn't even feel it as his honey oozed into my fervent lips. I pulled the remaining juices into my mouth; he was dry at last. He almost screamed for mercy as I strained to get the last drop.I came. I came even though he had jerked his mouth from me. He had replaced it with his hand and, in his excitement, had done a very admirable job of masturbating me. The wonderful feeling washed through my body and sent chills racing up my spine."Oh, God, that was wonderful," I sighed.I sat up and pressed my lips to his. The taste of Sharon mingled with the taste of Jerry as our tongues laced together. I was gripping his wilted penis and his hand was firmly between my thighs as we kissed.A car entered the school yard. We jerked apart at the sound. Jerry quickly took out his handkerchief and cleaned the remaining signs of love. I straightened my rumpled dress. What a way to start a teaching career-with rumpled clothes. Jerry zipped up and jumped from the car. He came around and opened my door. We entered the school together-a new teacher and her principal.I went to the teachers' powder room and finished correcting the flaws and telltale signs our bout with love may have left. I lifted my skirt and gazed down at myself. There must be something wrong with me, the way I like sex, I thought. I laughed, patted "Baby" on her pouting lips, pulled my panties up into the crack of my ass, and went to my home room.The first day went beautifully-smooth and invigorating. How could it go any other way with the positively delightful way it began? I must admit, I let my thoughts drift to sex several times that day. I still did pretty well for a greenhorn.I liked the students and I liked the courses I was teaching, especially History II. It was all seniors and a lot more interesting to teach. There were several very good-looking boys. One in particular caught my eye. He was Paul Smith and seemed very mature. He was very good looking, very well built, and had a marvelous pair of bedroom eyes. Every time he looked at me they had sex written all over them. I didn't dress to reveal myself in class, like I did out of class, but my figure was hard to keep hidden. Aside from that, teachers dress more revealingly than the spinster types of yesteryear.The week progressed without incident. Then it was Friday, the end of my first week. I was very happy with the whole setup, even though I hadn't had a second alone with Jerry since memorable Monday morning. I had spent a great deal of thought on how to get him alone. It had proved to be a very difficult task with Lorna watching him like a hawk all the time. I sat in class and came to the conclusion that Jerry just would not suffice as the only outlet for my loving nature. After all, once a week just would not do-never in a million years. I could live for a week without any loving, but sure as hell, not week in and week out. I've got to admit, I kinda like that stuff.History II was the last class of the day, and it finally arrived. As I mentioned, I didn't dress to show myself off in class, but as you know, styles have changed and girls wear their skirts much shorter than they used to. I'm no exception, and a skirt a little above the knee can reveal a bit of flesh when a girl sits down. And yes, fellows, my skirt did show a bit more tantalizing pink flesh than eager young eyes should see.Paul, the sexy young stud I mentioned, was sitting in a very advantageous position to gaze upon my dimpled knees ... which he did. I wickedly inched my skirt a bit higher as the period wore on. His complete fascination did my heart good. His glances were almost brazen-I loved them. My plump thighs were a match for his history book, any old day. He sat in the front seat in the last row, and the way my desk was positioned, his was the only good view of me behind my desk. I felt frisky so I worked my skirt a bit higher. I caught him, from the corner of my eye, stealing glances at my legs. I spent the period easing my hemline up, bit by bit, higher and higher. I didn't dare go too far, but by the end of class, a rather generous portion of thigh above my hose was clearly in view. I'd have liked to have given him a real sight, but couldn't-not right now, anyway.The early September weather had been quite warm, so, in the interests of comfort, I hadn't worn panties. Paul didn't know this, of course, but I secretly wished that he did. Also, it would make it easier for Jerry if we got alone again. But we hadn't, so comfort was the only benefit I had derived so far.I opened and closed my legs with slow, deliberate care to allow Paul as much scenery as possible, pretending all the while that I was unaware of his lustful glances. He was getting visibly flustered, and I most certainly was not the calmest chick in that classroom.Near the end of the period, I decided I must take drastic action, so I asked for a volunteer to help me hang some posters in readiness for Monday's classes. I was sure Paul would be one of the eager ones to volunteer; he was. I pretended to look around the class for my choice from the many waving hands. I put my forefinger to my lips."I believe you will do nicely, Paul. You're quite tall, and I imagine very strong."He grinned broadly at this bit of flattery. He was eager, very eager. Just the way I like them.