"Hot to trot mother" - читать интересную книгу автора (Laver Brian)

CHAPTER SIX

Ever since getting into Jean's pants, Ted had been eager to get together with her again. But every time he tried to talk to her she reminded him of the mess he'd made with his spewing jism the last time they'd been together.

But Ted refused to give up. That is to say, he couldn't give up. He was a slave to the memory of Jean's cunt. He didn't know of any other girls who would let him go as far as she had.

So obsessed was he with the memory of Jean's pink nipples and fuzzy cunt, be continued to pursue her.

After school one day, he saw her cross the street to the public library. That would be a perfect place to confront her, Ted thought.

But by the time he had followed her to the library she had disappeared. She wasn't in the big reading room. And although it would be hard to find her in the stacks, Ted roamed the long rows of shelves with a stiff prick throbbing in his pants.

It seemed that Jean must have come in, then left again. In any case, she didn't seem to be around.

So Ted was stuck with his hard-on in the quiet library.

There was something about being alone in a public place that excited Ted. He'd jerked off a few times in the art gallery, and it had been great. Maybe he could repeat that joy now, he thought.

Then he got another inspiration.

Once a friend showed him a textbook on anatomy. There were photos of naked women. And for some reason, pictures of ordinary women, standing and facing the camera, were more exciting than the models who posed in the skin magazines he looked at sometimes.

This would be almost as good as finding Jean, Ted figured. He went to the card catalogue and looked up anatomy. Then, with the numbers of the books in his head, he went back into the stacks.

The faintly musty odor of all those old books I made Ted even more excited as he began searching for the books he wanted.

And as he followed the numbers, getting closer, his heart began pounding.

Then the books he sought were right before him. The anatomy books began on a low shelf. Ted knelt at the treasured books. He began pulling the books out, one after another, and flipping through them.

But all he found were pictures of people without any skin. Red muscles and white bones were shown in all sorts of postures.

A few of the books had drawings of naked women. But none were very exciting.

Ted was about to give up when he heard footsteps. He recognized the sound of high-heels. Again, being alone, unseen, with a stiff cock was terribly exciting. It was getting even more so when Ted knew that there was a woman near who didn't know he was there.

Peering through the shelves, over the tops of the books, Ted saw a pair of tits moving. They were covered with a blue, woolen sweater, which was tightly hugging the boobs.

Lowering himself, Ted caught sight of a wiggling ass. There was something familiar about the woman, but Ted didn't know who she was. Even when he stood on his tip-toes and saw her brown hair he didn't recognize her.

The woman was a few aisles away, but there were two shelves of books between them. Even though Ted could see her, he could remain unnoticed.

Then he saw the woman bend down, looking at a low shelf of books.

Ted caught a glimpse of her face as she bent down. It was Mrs. Black, his homeroom teacher.

Now Ted's prick was jerking powerfully. He had dreamed of fucking this chick every morning since school had started. Peeking at her through the shelves was thrilling.

Ted found that he could, see up the woman's skirt as she crouched at the bottom shelf. Her skirt had risen up her thighs and her panties showed.

As he stared at the crotch of Mrs. Black's panties, Ted dreamed of the pussy behind it.

Suddenly, he knew he would have to jerk off immediately. In his excitement, jerking off with the view up Mrs. Black's skirt would be the best he could expect.

Moving as quickly as he could, Ted brought his hand to his crotch and pulled down his fly. As he fished his thick rod out, he got so excited he could hardly keep from groaning out loud. As it was, his breath was coming in harsh gasps that he was afraid Mrs. Black might hear.

But Ted managed to get his twitching prick in his hand without letting the woman know that he was watching.

But just as Ted was sliding his fist along the length of his prick, Mrs. Black stood up. Her crotch disappeared from view.

Naturally, Ted was horribly disappointed but he wasn't about to stop jerking off. Rather, he stood, and peering through a higher shelf, satisfied himself with the sight of her ample tits.

Mrs. Black was fairly old, older than Ted's mother. In fact, her hair was beginning to get grey. But her body was youthful, slim, and curvy.

Looking at her sweater stretched over her tits wasn't terribly thrilling. But being there, jerking off, with a woman innocent of his intentions, was very exciting. Then Mrs. Black crouched don again.

Ted crouched too. He could see once again up her skin.

But when she rested one hand on her thigh, her fingers partly covered her nylon-covered crotch.

This was exciting, Ted thought, but it was very frustrating too.

But then Mrs. Black's fingers moved out of the way, and Ted peered up her skirt again. He could see a few hairs poking out the leg-holes of her undies.

He was straining his eyes, trying to see if the crotch of her panties revealed a crease at the crack of her cunt. Ted was trying to see that crack so hard he didn't notice that the woman was running her fingers along the insides of her thigh.

It wasn't until Mrs. Black hiked her skirt higher and reached closer to her pussy that Ted caught on.

It hit him like a ton of bricks. She was stroking the skin of her thigh an inch below the hidden mound of her cunt!

Ted couldn't believe he was going to be lucky enough to see his homeroom teacher do something kinky in the stacks of the library. Then Mrs. Black put her fingers right on the soft hill of her cunt, pressing into the white fabric of her panties. She scratched that mound vigorously.

Then she stood up again.

Again Ted was disappointed. But his hope of seeing her do something weird had left him gasping and shaking. His orgasm would be better for having seen her scratch her pussy.

Ted was still pumping his fist on his throbbing cock. The tingling sensations of sexual ecstasy were beginning to spread through him.

But then something happened that threatened Ted's whole plan.

Mrs. Black began leaving the aisle she had been in. Ted thought he would lose sight of her. Then he would be left with his cock in his hand, an orgasm coming, and nothing to look at for stimulation.

But Mrs. Black didn't leave his sight. Rather, she moved into the aisle that had been separating Ted from her. Now they were only separated by one shelf of books. And the gapes in that shelf left Ted open to discovery.

At first be thought he'd better cram his prick back into his pants. But he was too hot to stop now.

Ted froze. Although he could see Mrs. Black moving on the other side of the shelf, she didn't notice him. Ted could even smell her perfume!

Mrs. Black began looking up and down the shelf that separated her from the masturbating boy.

And when Ted could be sure his movements wouldn't attract her attention, he would give his prick a few strokes. His orgasm was still building in him.

Finally, Mrs. Black crouched down again. Ted, terrified of being caught, but helpless, crouched too. It paid off.

Now he had a beautiful view up his teacher's skin. And, yes, he could see the crack of her cunt as the nylon of her undies creased into it.

With this view, Ted could have a fabulous climax. He wanted to hurry so he could come before Mrs. Black stood up again, robbing him of the view.

So Ted let his hand jerk back and forth in a flurry of pumping. It wasn't easy to jerk off while crouching down. So he had to support himself with his other hand at the edge of a shelf.

Just as the pleasure of coming was about to engulf him, though, Ted's hand slipped.

His arm thrust forward, pushing books through the shelf and spilling into the aisle where Mrs. Black crouched.

"What the…?" Mrs. Black gasped.

Then, Ted saw his teacher's face looking at him through the gap he had caused in the line of books.

"Ted! What happened?" she asked.

Ted was panicking. Later he would realize that if only he had kept his cool he could have kept his secret. But by then he would be thanking his lucky stars that he hadn't kept his cool.

"I-I-I-I… I mean," he stammered.

Ted's face was red and his mouth worked crazily as he tried to say something sensible.

But by then Mrs. Black had become suspicious. She frowned. Then she stuck her head through the gap in the shelf that Ted had caused in his clumsiness.

Ted could have melted with embarrassment when he saw Mrs. Black's eyes gaze down to where be held his still-stiff prick in his now-still hand.

The woman's face seemed to become stone. Her mouth was still turned down at the corners in a frown. Her brow was wrinkled with the surprise of having books cascading down at her. Ted was waiting for her to begin scolding him. In fact, he prayed for the scolding to start it would be better than having his teacher frowning at his hard cock and remaining silent. But rather than yell at him for jerking off in the library, Mrs. Black's face began to lose its harsh aspect.

Her mouth slowly fell open. Her eyes relaxed from their frown and widened.

Ted knew he should put his prick away, but for some reason he couldn't. He merely stood there, holding the twitching rod. And it hadn't lost a bit of its firm hardness.

"Oh, my God!" Mrs. Black gasped. "Oh, Ted!"

The next thing Ted knew, the teacher pulled her head back through the shelf, ran around it, and came face to face with him.

During all this, Ted remained paralyzed. But when he felt Mrs. Black throw her arms around him and pull him to her, the stricken boy began to come to life.

He let go of his prick and let it sink into the scratchy wool skirt that covered Mrs. Black's belly. At first he just held his hands to his sides. But when he felt her tits pressing firmly into his chest, he reached around her, filling his hands with her ass.

"Oh, Ted, you scared me," Mrs. Black gasped. "All those books suddenly falling. Bit odd."

Ted's head was swimming. After all, he'd been dreaming of being in this position with his homeroom teacher. But he never thought it would happen, especially under these circumstances.

Ted could feel Mrs. Black's ass compressing under his squeezing fingers. Her tits were hot against his chest. But best of all was his naked, hard prick throbbing against her belly.

Then Mrs. Black's mouth was on his own. Her lips were open and her tongue was wagging. Ted kissed her back, though he still couldn't believe what was happening.

Ted wanted to grab one of her tits, but somehow he couldn't quite bring himself to do it. After all, this woman was his teacher.

Ted didn't have a chance to grab her tits anyhow, for after a short but deep kiss Mrs. Black sank to her knees.

This was almost too much for the boy to bear. Having his hard cock wagging in his homeroom teacher's face almost made him turn and run.

But of course he didn't. Probably he couldn't even if he tried. For Mrs. Black soon had him in a tight grip, and her grip was around his prick and balls.

Ted looked down. He could see one of her hands holding his prick just as she had held it. Her other hand came up under his balls until she was supporting those heavy nuts in her palm. She was staring at his leaping prick-knob as it twitched a few inches from Mrs. Black's nose.

Ted shivered. He was hotter than he'd ever been. And he was overwhelmed with these strange circumstances.

Suddenly, Ted felt his prick being bathed in seething wetness. Although he saw Mrs. Black's head lunge forward, it didn't register until he felt his prick being sucked on vigorously.

Here he was in the library, getting a blow job. Could it really be happening?

Ted reached out to grab the shelves for support. He was shaking so furiously several more books tumbled to the floor around him and the woman kneeling before him.

Ted couldn't tell what was happening to his prick. All he knew was that it had never been treated to a thrilling sensation.

Then it stopped. Ted's prick felt cold as Mrs. Black's mouth was taken from it.

Looking down again, Ted saw his teacher turn her head from side to side. She seemed to be listening and looking. Ted did likewise. But the only sounds he could hear were the pounding of his heart and his panting breath.

Then Mrs. Black stood. For a moment, Ted was afraid it was all over.

But Mrs. Black suddenly lifted her skirt. Ted looked down at her crotch. The nylon covered mound that he'd been straining to see under her skirt was now revealed. And he could see that he had been right when noting that she had a plump cunt. And looking down at her crotch gave Ted an even better view of the way her panties dipped into her gash.

But there was no reason to guess how her twat would look unveiled. For the next second, Mrs. Black grabbed her underpants and pulled them down.

As she stepped out of that tiny garment, Ted stared at her tangle of black hair. He hadn't seen pubic hair that was so long and bushy before. But he knew that the crack hidden in it was juicy: the hot odor was already reaching his nostrils.

Mrs. Black shoved her panties into her blouse at the waist of her skirt. Ted, in his dizzy passion, realized that she knew just what she was doing. After all, it someone came along suddenly, they wouldn't have much time to hide their kinky game.

Then Mrs. Black stepped up to the boy again. Again she threw her arms around him. But now her skirt was up around her waist, and Ted could feel his cock pressing into bare skin. His balls hung at her bristling cunt-curls and were tickled by them.

They kissed again. And now Ted didn't hesitate to fill his hands with her tits.

Although Mrs. Black was wearing a bra, Ted could tell that her tits were supple and firm. And the bra didn't hide the fact that her nipples were erect.

Mrs. Black slipped her hand between their bellies. Ted felt her fingers circling his prick again. Then Mrs. Black shoved the cock down into the tangle of her pubic carpet.

Ted tried to concentrate on what his rod was experiencing. He could feel the hairs sliding over it and the grip of Mrs. Black's thighs. Then it seemed that he could feel the plump, soft lips of her twat resting on his bone, but he couldn't be sure.

Then Mrs. Black stepped back. She rested her back against the shelves and raised one foot to the opposite shelf.

"Fuck me, Ted!" she said in a voice that Ted had never heard in the classroom.

He stepped up to her, watching his prick move to the thick bush of hair.

Ted reached her crotch with his fingers and prick-tip simultaneously. Mrs. Black took his prick into her hand.

As Ted spread her cunt lips with his fingers, he could feel how wet and slippery her snatch was. Holding her loose lips open, he tried to insert the bucking tip of his dong into the tunnel that was drooling over his fingers.

But it was Mrs. Black's hand that actually guided Ted's cock into her. He was eager and willing, but in his uncontrolled lust, Ted would never have been able to thread that needle by himself.

As soon as he felt his cockhead in her envelope of slippery heat, though, he gave his hips a push. His prick slid into Mrs. Black's tight twat.

"Uh-h-h-h-h," she grunted at the force of Ted's thrust.

Ted was breathless. With his prick buried to the hilt in that well of satin caresses, he was out of his mind.

"Hey, not so hard," Mrs. Black said as the shelf she was leaning against began to sway.

Mrs. Black grabbed Ted's hips and tried to get him pumping in a rhythmic manner. Although she did manage to slow him somewhat, she couldn't overcome his animal eagerness.

Ted was only aware of the exquisite sensation his prick was being treated to in the soupy grip of his teacher's love-pit.

Each thrust of his prick was a revelation to the boy. This is what he'd been longing for. And flow be knew that he never even knew how glorious it would be when he finally got his reward.

He was only slightly aware of the gasping and sighing that were being muffled on his neck as Mrs. Black tried to keep her sounds of joy secret. He felt her hands gripping his ass as though in a dream.

The only reality for Ted at that moment was his prick sliding in the hot and tender lining of Mrs. Black's pussy.

Then Ted was crying out with rapture.

"Uh-h-h, uh-h-h, uh-h-h, m-m-m-m-f-f-f," he groaned until he was gagged by his teacher's hand over his mouth.

He had never come like this before. Every time his cock spasmed, sending huge gobs of jism into Mrs. Black's cunt, Ted was convulsed with bliss.

As his orgasm began to fade, Ted became aware of his teacher's ecstasy. She was making strange sounds deep in her throat. Her fingers were clawing at Ted like an eagle's talons.

At first he couldn't see her face because it was buried in his neck. But now Mrs. Black had thrown her head back. Ted recognized the same expression that he'd seen on his mother's face when he peeked at her through the bathroom window.

Mrs. Black was still holding Ted by the hips. She was keeping him moving back and forth. Ted tried to keep pumping his prick. But after coming, his cock felt ticklish.

Seeing his teacher in her fit of ecstasy, though, Ted did his best to give her a good orgasm.

Ted's prick had begun to soften. Mrs. Black's cunt began gripping it in spasms, though, and that kept the rod hard.

"N-n-n-n-n-n-n-n-n," Mrs. Black squealed through clamped teeth.

Then she stopped Ted's hips. She pulled her cunt from the spike that had impaled it. The wet, sticky spike began deflating.

"Ted, honey," she sighed. "That was nice!"

Ted was still gasping with the fantastic experience, but his teacher seemed completely relaxed. Her face was glowing; she looked like an angel.

As Mrs. Black pulled her panties from her blouse and stepped into them, Ted pushed his shrunken prick into his pants.

"Now you're not to tell anyone about this," Mrs. Black said in matter-of-fact tones. "We can do it again. But only if you don't tell."

"No, I won't tell," Ted said.

But he said that mechanically. He still couldn't think straight.

Mrs. Black had her panties pulled up and her skirt straightened out. She ran her hands over her blouse, smoothing it. Then she ran her fingers through her hair.

"It really was wonderful," she said to Ted, then kissed him quickly.

In another second she was gone. But Ted heard her voice as she said hello to Clara, a girl in Ted's class. And Ted had been surprised at how casually Mrs. Black's voice sounded no one could have guessed that she'd just been fucking.

"Hi, Ted," a voice said.

Ted looked at the edge of the shelf and saw Clara.

"Is anything wrong?" she asked suddenly. "You look strange."

Ted realized that he must look as though he'd been hit by a truck. At least that's the way he felt.

"No, no," he said quickly. "Nothing's wrong. I'm fine. Uh, see you, Clara."

Ted got away from the girl and left the library. He took a roundabout route home so he wouldn't run into anyone else.

He had to clear his head. He just got fucked, and already he could hardly remember what it had been like. As he walked, he tried to remember every second he'd been with Mrs. Black.

But one thing he wouldn't forget was the glory of fucking. Now at least he knew what he'd been deprived of for so long.