Lecherous Teacher - Erotic Novel - Sand Wayne - ebook
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A Vintage Erotic Novel Involving a Sexy and Seductive Girl, Full of Sexual Adventures, Surprises and Twists.

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Lecherous Teacher

CHAPTER IEighteen-year-old Bettyann stepped onto the crumbling porch of the town's oldest residence and called through the screen door, "Hello! Is anybody at home?"A heavyset figure in bib overalls and a red checkered shirt appeared in the dimness behind the screen."Well, well, well!" Pops Morgan said as he approached the door. He had flowing white hair and a weather-worn, genial face. "Who might you be, little lady?""I'm Bettyann Fraser, the editor of the Fieldsville Grammar School News. I'm here to interview you, Mr. Morgan."The perky cheerfulness of the young girl, and her tumbling reddish gold curls, pleased the pensioner's tired eyes. But it was her naive innocence that seemed to reach right into his overalls and give his gnarled cock a squeeze."Come in!" he said, holding the door open. "And don't call me Mr. Morgan. I'm Pops." lie watched the graceful, smiling girl walk past and noted that she was just beginning to grow tits. She would have only the slightest fuzz on her pussy, Pops imagined-delicate as angel down."What's all this business about an interview?" he asked as he directed Bettyann to a faded, sagging sofa. "I ain't exactly a newsworthy character.""Oh, yes you arc, Mister ... uh ... Pops." The pretty girl smiled and sat on the sofa, her skirt creeping up her smooth, bare thighs. "Your family is the oldest one in Fieldsille, according to Miss Prentiss-she's our English teacher and the faculty advisor on our paper.""You're certainly a bright little girl," Pops said, his eyes twinkled as they stroked her bare legs. "And what your teacher says is true, right enough. Say ... how would you like a nice cup of cocoa or something?""Ooh no, thank you," Bettyann smiled, and took a small notebook from her purse. "I'm here on business, you know.""Sure." Pops licked his lips as he studied her. "Well, look ... before we into that dull old interview, how about taking a stroll through my house? This was my daddy's house, the first one in town.""I'd certainly like to look it over," Bettyann said, rising.The old man' let her precede him into the hallway of the simple, one-story house, and he watched her compact little bottom twitch. Her skirt was quite short, giving him a lascivious idea."The attic is the most interesting place," he said, indicating a wooden ladder that was built against the wall at the end of the corridor. It extended up to a hatchway in the ceiling."You mean we have to climb that steep ladder?" Bettyann asked."Sure!" Pops chortled. "I'll help you."The young girl stepped onto the ladder and advanced two rungs, until her blonde head was at the ceiling."Just push that trapdoor open, honey," Pops directed, looking at her smooth legs.Bettyann stretched, swinging the trapdoor upward on its hinges, and the stretching caused her skirt to pull higher."Now climb right on up," Pops said. "I'll be just below you."He looked up as the girl ascended the ladder, and his view of her sleek, tapering thighs lengthened underneath her skirt. A throb went through the old man as he glimpsed her pink panties, clinging to her rounded buttocks and narrowing between her thighs."Just climb over the edge," Pops said, "into the attic. Here, I'll give you a boost."Pops reached up boldly, his hands skidding along the backs of Bettyann's thighs, underneath her loose skirt. The girl was shocked as he grasped her firm, springy buttocks through her silk panties and held her that way while he pushed. She flopped into the attic, her skirt whipping up to her waist. The old man clambered up the ladder in time to glimpse her pert, girlish ass before she flipped her skirt down and rose to her feet."My goodness!" the eighteen-year-old exclaimed, blushing.Pops smiled warmly. "Now you just look around," he said. "Oh! There's my old uniform-the one I wore in World War Two. I was a sergeant, you know."He snatched the dusty pants and tunic off a hook on the rough-hewn wall."Wonder if I can still get it on," he mused aloud. "By gosh, I'm gonna see!"Before Bettyann's startled eyes, the old man unsnapped the suspenders of his overalls and let them down, revealing the fact that he wore no underclothes. He watched Bettyann's eyes grow wide as saucers when she saw his long, dangling cock and pendulous balls.These were the first male genitals that the young girl had ever seen, and she was amazed by them. The outer skin of Pops's prick extended down over its head, ending in a ruffle around the bluish tip of his glans. Thick veins stood out along the stem of his penis. His balls were heavy, with wispy brown hairs curling around them, contrasting with the snow-white hair on his head.Bettyann finally shut her eyes. Her heart was thumping strangely."Please!" she exclaimed, blushing. "You shouldn't undress with me here!""Aaw, it don't hurt," Pops said, stepping out of his overalls. 'There ain't nothing nasty about the human body."He fondled his cock while the girl kept her eyes shut A little while ago his penis had felt as if it were going to stand up, and Pops wanted to help it do so, if possible.The little girl could have made it stand up, he knew. But he was afraid to ask her to touch him."I got an idea," he said. "Why don't you take your dress off and try on one of my wife's old dresses, from that trunk there? That'd be fun, don't you think?""No!" Bettyann exclaimed, keeping her eyes tightly shut She continued to blush furiously. "I think I'd better go."As she turned, Pops grasped her arm. Her eyes opened. Since the old man was standing very close to her, she could look him in the face, avoiding the shocking sight of his exposed privates."Please slip your dress off, honey," he begged.Bettyann didn't know what to do. She was afraid to remain in the attic with old Pops while he had his pants off!His warm smile sought to reassure her. "I'm a harmless coot," he said, perceiving her panic. "I wouldn't hurt you for the world. Fact is ... I could make you feel very good!""Wh-what do you mean?" Bettyann asked nervously. She peeked at his cock. It gave her a warm feeling, just looking at it."Just take off your dress and let me show you," he urged.Bettyann knew it would be naughty to remove her dress. But the old man's statements had aroused her curiosity, and she was oddly excited, too. Pops did seem harmless.The eighteen-year-old reached behind her back and unfastened her dress. Still blushing, and fighting mingled feelings of fear and embarrassment, she raised the dress along her sleek body and over her head.She was a charming vision in pink panties and training bra.The old man's eyes widened. His meaty, long penis twitched."Take off the bra, too," he begged. "It won't do no harm."Bettyann's heart pounded. There was something about stripping in front of the grandfatherly man that excited her. Though she knew it was wrong, she removed her flimsy bra, revealing the bee-sting mounds of her adolescent breasts and her pastel pink nipples.The elderly man's mouth dropped open and he clutched his cock. Bettyann looked down, fascinated,. as he tugged at the supple organ, rolling the rubbery foreskin up and down on his purplish glans. He was breathing hard and his eyes had grown hotBettyann became more frightened. "I ... I've got to go!" she said, and turned toward the open hatchway that led downstairs.Pops ogled her cute bottom, sheathed by filmy pink briefs. Her thighs, while sleek and little-girlish, were appealingly full at their tops.The man's cock stiffened up as he stroked it."Wait!" he rasped. "I said I won't hurt you! I j-just want to ... kiss your body!""What?" Bettyann turned to face him.New shock appeared on her sweet, young face as she saw how stiff the man's thing was getting while he pumped his gnarled fist up and down on it. Her urge to run remained strong,, but her excited curiosity was stronger. She lingered, staring at the strange, stiff organ that Pops was stroking, its plum-colored head swelling as his foreskin rolled up and down in his grasp, alternately revealing and concealing the slit-ended knob."Wh-what did you say you w-wanted to do?" Bettyann asked."Just kiss you, baby!" Pops wheezed lustfully. Lie down on that old cot over there ... and take off them sweet little panties."Taking my panties off where the old man can see would be embarrassing, Bettyann thought. But the realization that he wanted to kiss her between her legs excited the girl. That had to be what he had in mind, she concluded, or else why would he have asked her to take off her panties?Her hands slid along her sides, her thumbs hooking the elastic band at the top of her briefs. She stretched the elastic away from her smooth, straight tummy.Oh, I can't DO it! she thought, and let the elastic snap back."What's the matter?" Pops asked huskily. "It's too embarrassing!" Bettyann said, red-faced."Then I'll shut my eyes. You just lie down on that there cot and take your panties off. I won't look till you say you're ready.""D-do you promise?" Bettyann asked."You bet!"It's still a nasty thing to do, the young girl thought Her mother would be very angry with her if she were to find out. But old Pops had promised not to hurt her.How will it feel to have him kiss me between the legs? she wondered giddily. I've got to find out!Her pulse pounding furiously, the eighteen-year-old lay down on the dusty cot and stripped her panties away. She seemed unusually warm between the legs as she pressed her thighs snugly together."All right...." she said softly. "You can look...."Pops opened his eyes. The sight of the delightful little girl, lying on her. back on the cot, stark naked, caused his prick to throb powerfully, and he took his hand away from it. The big, stiff organ stuck straight out from his bushy loins, totally exposing his balls. The head of his cock, bared now, bulged lustfully and was more rosy than before.Bettyann stared at his exposure as he approached.Why is that big thing of his so awfully stiff? she wondered. What does he do with it? And those things that hang down look just like what a bull has.The child had once seen a bull in a pasture, climbing the rear of a cow. The ferocious male animal pumped a stiff thing-like the one Pops had-in and out of the cow while she bellowed.Bettyann was suddenly frightened. However, Pops's manner cased her fear enough for her to remain on the cot as he prepared to kiss her in the strange way he had suggested on her little crack.His rough fingers touched Bettyann's thigh. A little shiver went through her. It was a warm shiver, rather than the usual cold kind. As Pops stroked the alabaster smoothness of her leg, his other hand touched one of her emerging breasts."Ooooooh...! " she murmured as he twiddled her very sensitive nipple.Pops was breathing hard, his eyes strangely bright. Because he was kneeling next to the cot, his exposed lower body was hidden from Bettyann's view, which was all right with her. Looking at his stiff thing had made her nervous.He shifted his position, grasping her leg with both hands.Now he's going to do it! Bettyann thought. He's going to kiss me between the legs! Oh goodness, should I let him...?Her body answered the question as Pops drew one of her legs toward him, away from the other. Then elevating her leg over his shoulder, her gazed in rapt adoration at her eighteen-year-old cunt.Bettyann's pussy was dainty and tight, the outer lips puffed and virtually hairless. Only a few tiny tendrils could be seen, like wisps of spun gold, curling against the delicately beige-shaded flesh of her crotch. A very narrow slash of pale pink was visible where her outer labia just failed to touch because of her spread-legged position.Pops slid his hands up the backs of her thighs, his thumbs along their inner slopes. When his thumbs touched the velvet drapes of her small, enticing cunt, Bettyann caught her breath.No man had ever touched her pussy before.Pops gently pried her cuntal lips apart, opening her childish slit. Her smooth, soft pussy flesh was baby-pink."Ooooh, what are you doooooing to meeeeee?" she asked in dismay."I'm looking at your lovely little pussy," Fops said. "It's the most beautiful pussy I've ever seen.""Is it?" Bettyann asked, impressed by the compliment."It certainly is! It makes an old man's mouth water.""What do you mean.""I want to kiss your baby cunt. May I.""Ohhh, I don't know..." Bettyann writhed asPops continued holding her pussy lips apart, gazing at the center of her dewy pink flower. "It doesn't seem ... right. And you shouldn't use words like ... cunt and pussy. "A lustful growl rattled in the old man's throat as he heard the dirty words issue innocently from the little girl's lips. He dived, driving his shaggy white head into her crotch, his tongue sinking wetly into her delightful slit."OOOOOH!" she cried, and a giddy spasm shook her. The feel of Pops' tongue between her labia, holding them apart as it stroked their slippery surfaces, gave her a thrill such as she had never imagined.He twisted his tongue at the very small mouth of her vagina, and she jerked. He licked up across the tip of her tiny clitoris, and she spasmed more wildly than ever."Mmmmm?" she mewed. "Oooooh!" She flopped her head to and fro on the cot.Pops licked her luscious little cunt heatedly, his tongue swiping up one side of her slit and down the other, wiggling all the tiny folds. Her scent and taste were sweet, with just the slightest tang.The old man's cock throbbed, whipping nakedly, as he crouched beside the cot. He was tempted to play with himself while he licked and sniffed the darling little girl-but he dared to hope for something even better.His hope demanded expression just as Bettyann reached a state of quivering, gasping frenzy.He raised his head. "Kiss me now!" he blurted, and scrambled to his feet.As Bettyann gazed up at him in bewildered frustration, he knelt astride her chest. His monstrous, blue-veined erection swayed twitchingly above her face."Ooooh, noooooh!" she exclaimed. "Get offfff! Pleeeease!"But Pops cradled the back of the little girl's blonde head, elevating it from the cot and tilting it forward. Her lips were almost touching his awful stiff thing.She could smell it, and it was like nothing she had ever smelled before."Aaaawwww!" she bleated. "Stop it! Let me goooooh!""Kiss me!" Pops demanded in a husky, passion-charged tone. "Just touch your lips to the tip of my cock! It won't hurt none."Bettyann was beside herself. The thought of kissing the man's strong-smelling, slimy-looking thing that he called a cock was repulsive. But she was so wildly excited, from the kissing he had given her between the legs, that she felt she had to do SOMETHING.As it happened, Pops didn't give her a chance to make up her own mind, but jerked her blonde head farther forward, causing her pink, rougeless lips to touch the tip of his thrusting erection. She tried to recoil, but couldn't because of the firm hold he had upon her. He waggled her head from side to side, twisting his hips at the same time so that the moist tip of his prick skidded along her closed lips, over her cheeks, and beneath her nose.Her nostrils were choked by his steamy scent, causing them to flare. Her senses swirled. When Pops once again stroked his damp prick-tip along her lips, her mouth opened as if of its own accord.Pops pushed his thick cockhead between the little girl's lips, prying her jaws farther apart, until the entire bulging knob of his prick was lodged in her mouth. Bettyann's brain reeled. The taste of his awful cock threatened to make her sick, and its scent was now stronger than ever. But she couldn't keep from sucking the filthy thing as if it were a big, juicy lollipop.The man groaned and writhed astride her, stroking his stiff prick between her snug, elastic lips as Bettyann sucked on it-feeling ashamed and terribly excited, both at the same time. His old balls churned, more heated than they had been in months, and he fucked the child's sweet mouth faster.Bettyann's stretched lips burned from the rapid stroking of Pops's cock between them. His knob forged rhythmically toward the' back of her tongue, threatening to make her gag. She was getting used to the taste and scent. The girl didn't actually like what he was doing to her mouth-but she didn't mind it too much.The idea was still awful, of course.Pops stroked his big prick faster and faster into Bettyann's face. Her eyes rolled back. She began to throb spastically. When Pops erupted, spewing his thick, creamy sperm over the child's tongue and down her forcibly gulping throat, she experienced an orgasm for the first time in her young life.Pops groaned and twitched, his squeezed cockhead spurting between her compressed palate and tongue as she swallowed convulsively. Her lips sucked around his slick shaft. Her eyes watered, and her throat burned as she was forced to continue gulping until she had downed the entire seminal charge which his balls had been storing for a long time.Then the girl fell back against the pillow as he pulled his softening penis from her mouth. Her lips were flecked with his foam, and she retained the fishy scent of cum and its odd taste.Pops was backing away from the cot. His cock swayed, soft and wet.What did he DO to me? she wondered wildly. It was awful-but it made me feel good! It had to be wrong. Oh, I shouldn't have let him do it! Mama would be very angry with me if she found out.Pops got into his overalls. He smiled warmly as Bettyann sat up."That was fun, wasn't it?" he asked the confused but strangely gratified child."Maybe," she said. "But I think it was nasty."Pops picked up her panties and bra, handing them to her."Will you ... look the other way while I get dressed?" she asked, as if that would make her feel less ashamed."Sure," Pops agreed, and faced away from her. He wore a look of deep satisfaction.When Bettyann left his house, clutching her notebook which had nothing written in it, she felt strangely puzzled about all that had happened. She was disappointed that she hadn't gotten what she had come for, but she felt she had gotten something that she might remember for a lot longer.If only she knew what to make of it, she thought. Was it good or bad? Was it right or wrong?She felt she had to talk with someone who might be able to tell her.CHAPTER 2Lydia Prentiss was thirty-two and wore her mousy brown hair in a bun and used no makeup. She would have been pretty, but she refused to admit any interest in impressing the opposite sex.