Doing Mr. Wallace – Chapter One

There’s a place in town called Freddy’s Burgers that makes the best old-fashioned burgers and chocolate shakes that I’ve ever tasted. It’s a little drive-in on the outskirts of town that used to be popular with kids when I was going to school. Now days the kids generally hang out at the new mall that went up about three years ago, or the skating rink. Most of Freddy’s business comes from those of us who remember and those of us who would rather go bear hunting with a water pistol than eat in a place crammed with a bunch of screaming, out of control kids.

I graduated from college seven years ago when I was twenty-three and came back to town to teach high school history. Being a teacher is tough and it’s another reason I go out of my way to frequent places that kids normally don’t go to. I get enough of them through the school year and the two months I teach summer school. It may sound callous since the general consensus seems to be that kids are our future and should be accorded respect, but I do get tired of them. Trust me when I say that other people’s kids are not always the joy that their parents would like the rest of us believe.

It was a little past eight when I ordered a Freddy’s Double Screamer, onion rings and a chocolate shake. The sun was just dipping into the west and the really hot weather hadn’t quite settled in just yet. I took a table on the backside of Freddy’s away from a family eating out front and got ready to dig in when I head a familiar voice, that I didn’t quite place to a face call out my name. When I looked up, I looked into a face that I doubt I’ll ever forget.

Wendy Carlton was the biggest nightmare of my life for an entire school year until she graduated last month. Don’t get me wrong; there were never any disciplinary problems with Wendy. She was probably the best student I had throughout the seven years that I’ve been teaching at Eisenhower High School. She was by far an excellent student who excelled in every aspect of education. She studied hard, made good grades and didn’t cause trouble in class.

My problem with her was something else entirely different. Wendy sat in the front row, center of the classroom, directly in front of my desk. She used to wear short skirts, even on warm days that revealed much of her long legs to anyone who cared to look. I can’t count the times when I would look up from grading papers and see Wendy uncrossing her legs, then crossing them again ever so slowly. Many times I would get a good look at her soft thighs and her panty crotch, and there would always be a seductive smile on her pretty face. Some would say that her actions were innocent, yet I knew better. Wendy had known exactly what she was doing.

I cannot tell you how much I began to loathe the last hour of the day, the hour that I would have Wendy Carlton in my classroom. It was difficult for a man my age to look the other way. She was a temptress, a young woman most men would love to sleep with, but I couldn’t. She was a student and off limits to me. Somehow, I made it through last year without giving into to temptation. And here she was standing on the other side of my table, more beautiful and sexier than I could have imagined.

“Hi, Mr. Wallace,” she smiled. “I just saw you and wanted to say hi. I don’t mean to interrupt your meal.”

“Not at all,” I relied quickly. “How are you?”

“Good,” she said. “My dad sent me over to pick up some burgers so I don’t have much time.”

“Well, have a seat until they’re ready,” I said standing.

Wendy sat down across from me at the small, plastic table. While I ate we talked about school, history and her plans for the future. She told me that she had been accepted at State in the fall and was looking forward to college. She told me she wanted to study veterinarian medicine.

“You know you are the most popular teacher at Eisenhower High.”

“Well, thank you.”

“I don’t know if you know this but all of the girls think you’re hot,” she said with that seductive little smile that I remembered so well. “All of the girls talk about you.”

“I, ah…I’m flattered,” I stammered.

After a small, awkward pause,” she said, “And I really think you’re hot.”

Wendy stared unwaveringly at me with green eyes that could set a man on fire with desire. As she looked at me she pushed a strand of long blond hair from her face, a movement that seemed more seductive than a strip dance. After nine months of having her in my sixth hour history class, I knew where this was heading. I’ll admit that while I was becoming aroused I was also a little frightened. She may not have been a student any longer but she was also twelve years younger than me. In a small town like ours, age does matter sometimes.

“I know you’re interested in me,” she said, that smile nearly driving me nuts. “I saw you looking at my legs in class.”

“Wendy, I don’t think it’s appropriate for us to talk this way,” I managed to say.

“Why? I’m not a student anymore,” she said. “Besides, I saw the look on your face every time I spread my legs and showed you my panties.”

“Wendy, there are people who wouldn’t understand,” I said. It wasn’t much of an explanation and I don’t really think it convinced her. My own argument apparently had little effect on me since my cock had become hard inside of my slacks.

Suddenly I felt something sliding slowly up along the inner part of my right thigh that I immediately recognized as one of her incredibly sexy feet. Smiling at me, Wendy gently pressed the bottom of her foot against my hard cock. I’ll admit that the feeling was so intense, not to mention surprising, that I dropped an onion ring and turned over the chocolate shake.

“No one will see us,” she said in a low voice. “Just sit there and enjoy it, Mr. Wallace.”

“Oh, Wendy…” My pulse had quickened considerably and my breathing was shallow and harsh in my chest as I stared at her through eyes that were wide with lust.

“You like what I’m doing, don’t you?” She pressed her foot a little harder and grinned.

“Yes!”

“Did you like looking at my thighs and panties in class?” Wendy reached for my shake and slipped the straw between her luscious, full lips. It was the way she stuck the straw into her mouth that brought a deep groan to my lips. When I nodded, unable to speak, she added, “How many times have you jacked off thinking about me?”

“Many times.” My voice cracked and I felt a little foolish but she didn’t seem to notice.

“Such a nasty boy, Mr. Wallace,” she grinned. “Thinking of fucking my little pussy with your hard cock.”

“You’re killing me, Wendy,” I said around what I hoped was a grin. “Maybe this is not-”

“Take your cock out,” she said in a voice that was more command than suggestion.

I looked at her so dumbly that she laughed. Then, in spite of myself, I quickly complied. I can’t even begin to describe the overwhelming need to be touched by this sexy young woman.

“Oh, it feels so nice!” she purred. Her bare toes on my cock sent shivers of delight deep into my belly. “How big is it?”

“I don’t know,” I shrugged. “Maybe six inches.”

All at once Wendy gently slid her other foot between my legs and began to give me one hell of a foot job. Her sexy, petite feet were soft and gentle as she lightly rubbed my cock. I kept a watch on the front to make sure that no one came around the corner and caught us, but I was losing touch with reality. At that moment, my only link to reality was the exquisite feel of her bare feet on my cock.

“You can’t believe how many times I lay in bed at night wanting to do this to you,” she said softly.

“I can’t believe you’re rubbing my cock with your sexy feet!” I gasped. “This feels so good!”

“Do you like my feet?” she asked.

“Oh, yeah!”

“Cum on my feet, Mr. Wallace!” she hissed softly.

Wendy began to rub my cock harder with her soft feet. Less than a minute later I felt my orgasm drawing near and I sucked in a deep breath. She watched me, her beautiful green eyes boring boldly into mine as her feet brought me closer to a mind-numbing climax. All at once I tightened my gut and suppressed a groan as my cock exploded and sprayed hot seed onto her lovely feet. Wendy smiled and gasped lightly.

“That’s it!” she exclaimed breathlessly. “Give me your seed, Mr. Wallace!”

“Oh, fuck…”

Wendy’s pretty feet milked my cock, taking all that I had to give. I realize that a man does not shoot a gallon of sperm when he orgasms but it felt that way. And it seemed to go on for an eternity but was more like a minute at the most. Still, it was the best orgasm I’d ever had, as well as the first time I’ve ever received a foot job. And looking into Wendy’s eyes as I came was so hot that I can still see her face to this day.

“I gotta go,” she said once she’d milked the last drop of seed from my balls. “The burgers are probably cold and dad’s gonna be pissed.”

“I’m sorry, Wendy,” I said with an apologetic smile.

“Don’t be. I wanted this to happen.” Wendy stood and leaned across the small table, then touched her sexy lips to mine. “I’ll see you soon, baby.”

I watched her walk toward the front of the building, my eyes zeroing in on her cute ass. I almost laughed when I noticed for the first time that she was wearing a pair of tight yellow shorts instead of a skirt. It was the first time I had seen her in something else other than a short skirt, and I appreciated the way the shorts hugged her sweet ass. When she disappeared around the corner I quickly stuffed my limp cock back inside my trousers, stood and walked toward my car.

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The next day was Friday and I had three days off. Summer school in our district, which is small enough that we only have one high school, runs from Monday to Thursday each week for two months. And I lay in bed that morning longer than usual while my brain replayed the events at Freddy’s the night before. Like any normal man, with a pulse and a normal sex drive, I had an instant erection as images of Wendy flooded into my head. I could still see her sweet, sexy face and feel her soft soles and toes rubbing my hard cock.

I’m not a bad looking guy and I know that some of the female teachers at Eisenhower are attracted to me, but the idea that a sexy eighteen-year-old girl would be attracted to me, especially sexually, was incomprehensible. There are dozens of guys who were Wendy’s classmates that would give their left nut to experience what I did last night, and it just didn’t make sense to me. Maybe I’m just a little naïve when it comes to the female gender.

For nine months I had known Wendy was captivated with me; it was the way she looked at me, the subtle and knowing smiles whenever she ‘casually’ gave me a peek between her legs, let me see her panties and the smooth skin of her thighs under the skirts she wore. I simply chalked her behavior up as a sort of a teenage crush on her teacher, which isn’t uncommon at all. But, I figured that once school was out and she graduated, Wendy would move on to other guys her age and forget all about me. I suppose that was why I was so surprised last night when she seduced me with her sexy feet.

I finally rolled out of bed around nine, showered and ate a quick breakfast. I spent the morning grading papers, cleaning the house and cutting the grass that had grown a little longer than I liked. Around one I took another shower and headed for the mall. One of the stores, a slick looking twenty-first century shop that specialized in hard to get music from the 60’s and 70’s, supposedly had an old Three Dog Night album that I wanted to get for my dad’s upcoming birthday.

Eastside Mall wasn’t a mega mall like you would find in a big city but there were plenty of shops and the mall had been good for the town’s economy. As usual for summer vacation the mall was packed with teenagers. Several of them that I knew from last year called out greetings to me as I walked through the wide, sky-lighted mall. Just as I came to the music shop, appropriately named Old Rocker’s Emporium, I heard that familiar voice, and froze. When I looked across the wide pedestrian aisle I saw Wendy with two other girls who had also graduated last year.

“Hey, Mr. Wallace,” she said as I met them halfway. “What’s up?”

“I just came in to pick up an old rock album for my dad’s birthday,” I smiled. “How are you ladies today?”

“Shopping with Jeanette,” she said nodding at Jeanette Pearson, a willowy brunette who had been one of my second hour students. “She’s going with her parents and brother to Florida for two weeks.”

“Alright! Sounds like a nice vacation.”

“Yeah, two weeks of fun and sun,” the brunette laughed.

“I tried to hitch a ride,” Becky Thomas grinned, “but no dice. Man, I’d love to lay around on a beach for two weeks with nothing to do but check out the guys.”

I must be on my way to becoming a pervert because it was all I could do to keep my eyes off of Becky Thomas’ tits. For a small, probably five feet, five-inch girl, she has a tremendous set of tits that seem to leap out at you.

“The rest of us are doomed to a summer of the same old routine of draggin’ the strip at night and hitting the mall during the day,” Wendy said.

We made small talk for several more minutes; the girls all assured me that I was the coolest teacher they had ever had and they would miss me, which I did find flattering. And listening to them I couldn’t help but remember what Wendy had told me the night before how all of the girls at Eisenhower High had been attracted to me. I wondered, as they babbled on about shopping, Florida and sun bronzed guys, how it would feel to have Becky and Jeanette’s feet sliding up and down my cock. I glanced quickly at the floor and was disappointed to find they were both wearing sneakers.

The disappointment, though, quickly turned to lust when I saw that Wendy’s sexy feet were in a pair of flip-flops and she was wearing one of the short skirts I remembered throughout most of last year. An image of her soft, creamy thighs came immediately to mind and I had to quickly look away. Not only did I not want to get caught staring at the young blonde’s legs but I certainly didn’t want a sudden erection tenting the front of my slacks.

“Hey, we have to hurry,” Jeanette was saying as she stuck a hand out to me. “Our plane leaves from the city tomorrow morning and I have a shit load of stuff to do.”

“Well, have a nice time,” I said taking her hand. “Enjoy the sun and bring me back an orange.”

“You got a deal, Mr. Wallace.”

“See you, Mr. Wallace,” Becky said.

“Take care, Becky.”

“I’ll catch up with you guys,” Wendy said.

Jeanette and Becky hurried away down the wide common aisle to a clothing shop at the far end of the mall. Suddenly, as I stood alone with Wendy, I felt like a kid in high school again going out with a girl for the first time. Since the mall was packed with teenagers and younger kids with their parents, there was no way I could expect another episode like the night before, but I found it was nice just to talk to her. All of a sudden she grabbed my hand, surprising me.

“C’mon,” she said pulling me toward a steel door between two shops. “I want to show you something.

The hallway on the other side of the door led to the public restrooms, but Wendy walked past them to a junction and turned right. At the end of that hall, she opened another door and we stepped into an empty room with concrete block walls. She turned on the light, shut the door and locked it. As I looked around the room wondering what she wanted to show me, Wendy was suddenly in my arms, her hands holding my face as she pressed her lips to mine.

She kissed me deeply, ravenously, her lips and tongue devouring me while one hand rubbed my chest and the other pressed hard against my cock that was quickly becoming hard. One minute we’re standing in the mall with hundreds of other shoppers, the next I’m being devoured by her soft lips and hot tongue.

“Wendy! What the fuck-“

“Don’t worry!” she gasped into my mouth. “No one comes back her. Besides, I locked the door.”

“You don’t think someone might have a key?”

“Who cares?” her right hand fumbled trying desperately to get the zipper down on my pants. Then her hand was in my pants and I gasped as her soft fingers curled around the shaft of my cock. “I need your dick! Put it in me!”

There was a burning urgency in her voice, one I had never heard in her before, but I quickly recognized it. Wendy Carlton was on fire. She was hot and I could see the lust in her pretty eyes as she stared boldly at me. I didn’t see that look the night before; then she had been a teen seducing her former teacher, completely and seemingly impassive as she took charge of me.

She pulled my cock from my pants with one hand and reached under the short skirt and pulled her panties aside. She was shorter than me and I immediately, without even thinking, bent my legs so that the head of my cock slipped between her luscious thighs and touched the wet lips of her pussy. Suddenly, any thoughts I briefly had about someone walking in and catching us, evaporated as my cock sank slowly inside of her.

I grasped her tight ass cheeks and lifted her up, then turned and pressed her hard against the wall. Our mouths came together again and Wendy groaned deep in her throat as she took my tongue deep inside of her mouth. Her arms were around my neck holding on as her long legs went around my waist tightly.

“Yes! Fuck me!”

We became like two animals as I began rocking my hips hard and fast. It was aggressive, fast paced sex, intense and forceful, our loins coming together hard. I had never had sex like this before and I found I liked it very much. The sound of our kisses, the way we tried to consume one another, reverberated off the concrete walls. Wendy’s passionate moans aroused me more deeply than I could have imagined in my wildest dreams.

Her fingers raked my back, combed through my hair and held my face. It was as though she couldn’t get enough of touching me. I squeezed her delightful ass cheeks, dipped fingers into her crack and toyed with her tight asshole. In my mind I could still see her sitting at the front row of my classroom, spreading her legs and showing me her panties. I could recall the times I lay awake at night and stroked my cock while imagining what it would be like to impale her sweet, young pussy with my cock. And it just made me hotter.

“I ate your cum last night,” she gasped into my mouth. “When I got back in my car, I scooped it off my feet and legs.”

“Did you like it?”

“Oh, fuck, yes!”

“You want me to cum in your pussy?”

“Please…” Wendy’s voice caught in her throat as she imagined it. “I want to feel your dick explode in me, filling my pussy with your hot seed!”

Wendy’s words telling me that she wanted my seed in her aroused me so much that I knew it wouldn’t be long before I did explode deep inside of her sweet, sopping wet pussy. Our pace, which had been somewhat frenetic, became even more erratic and out of sync. My mouth and chin was wet with her saliva from her kissing and licking me with suck intense desire. All at once, her hips began to rock and gyrate out of control and a small cry escaped her lips. She clutched me tighter with her arms and legs and buried her face into my neck. She was cumming.

“Oh my…oh, fuck…”

Wendy’s tight young pussy contracted and gripped my cock hard. I shoved into her one last time and groaned loudly as I began to empty my balls inside of her. We were locked together and pressed against the wall as we climaxed together. Wendy’s hips continued to jerk and spasm as her orgasm intensified. The sound of our voices – grunts and moans actually – seemed unnaturally loud in the small concrete walled room. Then, as quickly as it had begun, Wendy and I were through he delightful storm of our orgasms and I gently raised her off my cock and set her feet back on the floor.

“That was awesome!” she gasped.

“It was at that!” I leaned against the wall to catch my breath. “I’ve never fucked anyone with such intensity!”

“Really?” she asked with a grin. Her cheeks held a rosy tint. “You are so much better than I imagined!”

“I’m glad you liked it,” I laughed softly.

“Hey, I gotta go, baby,” she said as she hurriedly smoothed her skirt and slipped her pretty feet back into the flip-flops. She stood on tiptoe and kissed me lightly. “I’ll see you real soon. I promise.”

Wendy unlocked the door and slipped out of the room. I stayed behind for a couple of minutes then walked down the hall to the men’s room. I washed my hands and face, hoping to remove some of the smell of sex, then straightened my clothes before heading back to the mall proper. After I bought dad’s present and headed to my car in the lot, the thought that both events with Wendy had been sort of abrupt, without the luxury of basking in the afterglow of the best orgasms of my life. Just as quickly, though, I realized that it didn’t matter. Any sex with such a sexy young girl was better than no sex at all!

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Doing Mr. Wallace – Chapter Two

My dad joined the town’s small police force before I was born and finally retired as Chief of Police two years after I started teaching at Eisenhower High School. Almost immediately after retirement dad landed a job as Security Director with a Las Vegas casino and he and mom made the move to Nevada. With the exception of four years in college I had been near my folks all of my life and now we were suddenly going to be separated by more than a thousand miles.

The night that he and mom broke the news that he’d taken the job in Las Vegas, he dropped a copy of the deed to their house on the coffee table and asked me to write a check for a thousand dollars. I looked at him with an expression of surprise, then it dawned on me that mom and dad were practically giving me the house I had grown up in. The sudden inexplicable gift took some of the sting out of their moving away.

The thing I like about the old house, aside from the fact that it is as solid as the day it was built, is that it’s six miles outside of town. The old road in front of my place is a narrow two-lane blacktop, pitted with potholes and difficult to negotiate at speeds over thirty miles per hour. The old road ends in a rutted dirt road a mile beyond my house and there is seldom much in the way of traffic. Being that far out of town, especially on an old narrow road, there is privacy that you don’t get living in town. If I want I can lounge around on the patio butt-naked and no one will see me. That’s my idea of privacy.

Since I seldom get visitors – the last had been a pharmacist from a neighboring town I dated for about six months, which came to an end three months before – it was a surprise to hear the sound of tires on the gravel driveway. I had been reading a rather hefty book about the life of Theodore Roosevelt and was a little annoyed. Whoever was about to interrupt my peace was not welcome.

I marked the page with a bookmark and set the book on the coffee table. I heard a car door shut as I stood up and, when I opened the door, I stood face to face with Wendy. I was so startled by her sudden appearance that I stood staring at her. I remembered that she had told me she would see me soon but I thought at the time that she meant another sudden chance meeting, as was the case at Freddy’s and the mall.

“Are you going to invite me in?” she asked softly.

“Oh…yeah, sure,” I stammered, stepping back from the door. “I’m just surprised to see you.”

“I told you I would see you soon.”

“Yes, you did.” I felt a little foolish as I led her to the sofa. “You want a soda?”

“Sure,” she nodded.

After I got a couple of glasses with ice and soda from the kitchen I sat down beside her on the sofa. This was the third time I’d seen Wendy since the end of school and there was no doubt in my mind that this time would be the same as the first two. The way she was dressed in tight shorts and a tee shirt that hugged her small, firm breasts, the bold way her eyes looked at me, was a confirmation of sorts that we would soon be fucking. My pulse had become quick and my breathing a little sharp as I anticipated the inevitable.

“Nice place,” she said looking around the room. Then she chuckled and added, “Maybe I should become a teacher.”

“Thanks. It helps, though, when you don’t have a mortgage to pay.”

I told her about my dad selling me the house for a very small price. The leather furniture, glass and chrome tables, the expensive entertainment system, came about because I didn’t have to pay a house payment. The extra money had helped make my place more comfortable to live in.

She noticed the book on Theodore Roosevelt on the coffee table.

“You don’t stop working, do you?” she asked with a grin.

“Actually, aside from being my vocation, history has always been fascinating to me.” I shrugged and grinned. “As I recall you didn’t do too shabby in my class last year.”

“I had a good teacher, Mr. Wallace,” she grinned. “It helps when your teacher is good looking and sexy.”

“You’re killing me,” I laughed. But I could tell her praise was genuine and this flattered me. “You know, it occurred to me that you should really call me Steve. As you pointed out the other night, you are no longer a student at Eisenhower.”

“Ok…Steve.” Then she smiled. “I like that.”

We talked for a while about history and I tried hard not to sound like a teacher. And it was nice talking to her about history, which is one of my favorite subjects, even though I really wanted to rip her clothes off and fuck her sweet pussy until she screamed with pleasure. Finally, after we had exhausted the subject of twentieth century history, I slipped a hand between her soft thighs.

“You have no idea what you did to me every time you spread your legs for me in my class,” I said.

“Did I make your cock hard?”

“Very hard.” I slipped an arm around her shoulders, leaned close and touched her lips with mine.

Wendy slipped an arm around my neck and parted her soft lips. We kissed gently, our lips barely touching as our tongues caressed and moved together. She spread her legs apart so I had unfettered access to her thighs and I caressed them slowly, my hand trembling with the excitement I felt. I slowly ran my hand up and down between her thighs, reveling in the satin-smooth feel of her skin. She pressed a small hand against the bulge in my slacks, eliciting a long, low groan from me.

“I used to sit in class and wonder what it would feel like to have your cock in me,” she said. Her face was no more than an inch from mine and I could feel her warm breath on my lips. “Did you ever think of me and jack off?”

“Many times,” I confessed. “After the year book came out last year I used to lay in bed at night and stroke my cock while looking at pictures of you.”

Wendy had been one of the more popular girls and there were several pictures of her, aside from the normal class photo, and many of them were of her in the customary skirts she wore. I told her how I loved looking at her long, sexy legs and her pretty face while jacking off.

“I’m usually not so brazen,” she smiled, “but I had to seduce you the other night at Freddy’s. Touching your cock with my feet made me so hot that I ended up fucking my pussy with a hairbrush later.”

“I’m glad you did. I loved how your feet made me feel.”

Wendy slipped off the sofa and moved between my legs. Her sexy fingers worked the button and zipper of my slacks and I shoved them, along with my boxers, down to my feet. She tossed my slacks and underwear to one side as I hurriedly shrugged out of the cotton button down shirt. The knowledge that I was completely naked while she was still fully clothed aroused me more than I could have believed possible.

She took my cock in one hand and smiled up at me. Her green eyes danced with lust and desire as she touched her lips to the base of my shaft. I sucked in a sharp breath as her lips moved slowly up my shaft, then stopped and lightly kissed the bulbous head. Wendy’s pink tongue slipped from her mouth and licked the precum from the sensitive head.

“Did you ever picture your dick in my mouth?”

“Every time I saw you,” I said in a voice filled with lust.

“I used to dream about sucking your cock.” She squeezed my balls lightly. “I would rub my clit and imagine you cumming in my mouth.”

Without another word, Wendy lowered her head and took me inside of her mouth. The warm, wet sensation of her mouth was not unfamiliar but watching her suck me made it so much better. I pulled her long blond hair away from her face so I could watch her suck my cock. She began to bob her head up and down in a slow, corkscrew motion that took my breath away. Her mouth was incredible!

A couple of times she lowered her head and took nearly all of me inside of her mouth. I had never had a woman deep throat my cock before and I loved it. The feeling was so indescribably hot that I wanted to close my eyes a couple of times. That would have been impossible though; watching her sexy young face while she loved my cock with her mouth was nearly as nice as her mouth.

“I can’t believe this is happening!” I exclaimed.

“Believe it, baby,” she purred, releasing my cock and looking into my eyes. “Both of us waited too long for this to happen.”

“You’re so young and sexy!” I breathed.

She grinned. “You like fucking your former student’s mouth?”

“Oh, fuck, yeah!”

“You like my little-girl mouth and my little-girl pussy?” Wendy’s voice was soft and seductive.

“Wendy…”

Then my cock was back in her mouth. Wendy stroked my shaft with her right hand while her mouth sucked the head. It was apparent that I wasn’t the first guy she’d sucked before. I knew that I wouldn’t last long and I didn’t want to. The sudden thought of spilling my seed in this young girl’s mouth was so overwhelming that it didn’t take long before I felt the first stirring of my orgasm.

“I’m gonna cum!”

I tensed as my cock erupted inside of Wendy’s mouth. She continued to suck and stroke my cock, milking every drop of seed from my balls. Groans of unbridled pleasure escaped my mouth as I experienced yet another tremendous orgasm with this sexy young girl. My legs trembled as she pulled my cock from her mouth and looked up at me with a satisfied smile on her pretty face.

“That was incredible!” I gasped.

“I think I could become addicted to your cum,” she chuckled. “I can’t believe how good it tastes!”

“Well, now you know where you can get it when you need some.”

Wendy pushed back from me and stood up. In a voice that suddenly became serious, she said, “I want you to see me naked.”

Locking eyes with me, she began to undress. Neither of us said a word as she slowly and seductively removed each piece of clothing. I had seen her so many times in my classroom and in the hall at school and wondered what she looked like naked. Now I was about to find out and the anticipation was almost too much to bear. When she dropped her bra on the floor at her feet all I could do was stare at her small, firm tits. My mouth watered as I looked hungrily at her hard, pink nipples.

The skirt came off and seemed to float to the floor as I held my breath and waited for Wendy to push the sexy red panties down her legs. With a seductive smile, she turned, hooked her thumbs in the waistband and slowly pushed them down and off her nicely rounded hips. Her small ass was as firm as I had thought it would be and when she stepped away from her panties and rose up, I sucked in a sharp breath of air. Her soft cheeks were so beautifully proportioned that I didn’t breathe for a moment.

Then she turned around. Every part of Wendy was perfect; the soft, pale globes of her firm tits and the way they rose and fell gently as she breathed; the flat, taught tummy and her narrow waist; her long, slender legs that seemed to go on forever and her beautiful petite feet that had brought me to such an incredible orgasm only two nights before. All I could do was sit and stare at her.

Nothing, though, could compare to her pussy. It was amazing that I had fucked it, had known its silky-wet confines just the day before, yet was only seeing it now for the first time. A slender tendril of silky blond hair rose from the top of her pink lips. Her mound, pale and shaved, was puffy. I think time had slipped completely away from me as I got lost looking at Wendy’s beautiful womanhood.

“I see from your face that you approve.”

“I’ve…I’ve never seen anyone so beautiful,” I said in a low, soft whisper.

“You wouldn’t believe how many times I wanted to do this,” she said. “Once, a few months ago, I almost pulled my panties aside in class one day so you could see my pussy.”

I looked up into her face. “At least I’m seeing it now.”

“Please taste me, Steve,” she said in a voice filled with need. “Taste my pussy.”

I did something chivalrous, then, something I never thought I would do because it always seemed so ridiculous to me. But at that moment it seemed like the right thing to do. I stood and scooped Wendy into my arms and carried her to my bedroom. She felt so light and feminine in my arms as I carried her slender sexy body. Her green eyes were on mine, her lips quivered with the intensity of her desire and I could feel the heat of her passion in just the way she looked at me.

I crawled onto the bed between her spread legs and began showering her face and lips with kisses. I kissed and licked her face and neck, gently sucking her small ear lobes between my lips. She held my head gently in her hands, as I loved her soft pale skin, reveling in the way she felt on my lips and tongue. When my mouth closed over her left nipple, she hissed loudly through clenched teeth.

“Oh, Steve! Suck my nipples, baby!” she cried out softly.

Wendy gasped with delight when I began to chew on her nipples. I loved them and the way they felt in my mouth. I couldn’t get enough of sucking her tits, licking the soft skin of her firm globes. Her chest rose and fell sharply with uncontrolled passion while I continued to devour her firm little breasts.

After several long, delicious minutes I finally moved down between Wendy’s legs. I spread her legs wide and pushed her lovely feet back toward her head. I wanted to bare her pussy completely. She was sopping wet, the pink meat of her womanhood glistening with her juices. I touched my tongue to the smooth, hairless mound and began to lick it eagerly. She moaned loudly and reached for my head.

“Yes! Eat me, Steve!”

I leaned back a little and slipped a middle finger into her pussy. Looking up into her eyes I could see the urgent need of her lust. When I slipped a second finger inside of her, Wendy gasped. I began to finger fuck her sopping wet pussy while I rolled a thumb over her sex-swollen clit. She cried out with pleasure and began rocking her hips slowly, keeping rhythm with my fingers.

“You like that, Wendy?”

“Yes!” she whimpered.

“Do you like being naked for me? You like showing me your little pussy?”

“Yes! Oh, Steve, you make me so fucking hot!”

I pushed back the hood over her clit and began to lick and flick it with my tongue. Her hips began to rock with a furious, unrestrained cadence when I sucked her clit between my lips. Tiny successive grunts of pleasure came from her mouth as she clutch my head. My fingers began to pump her pussy hard and fast as I eagerly licked her slick, wet lips and clit.

“Make me cum! Oh, fuck, make me cum!”

I pulled my fingers from her pussy and pressed my mouth to her mound. I ate Wendy ravenously, licking and sucking as her hips ground her dripping pussy against my face. Suddenly, she screamed. She bucked and writhed wildly as her orgasm took control of her body. Her hands held my head pressed tightly to her shuddering pussy and her soft, supple thighs squeezed my face.

I crawled up beside Wendy and pulled her gently into my arms. I could feel her warm breath on my neck as she gasped softly. We lay on our sides facing each other and I could feel her hard nipples on my chest. I ran a hand slowly up and down her back and over the swell of her ass cheeks, gently caressing her skin. Finally, she leaned back and looked at me with an incredulous smile on her pretty face.

“You know, I had a million fantasies about you last year,” she said. “But I never could have imagined what just happened.”

“So, I’m guessing you were satisfied.”

She shook her head and grinned. “No guy ever made me cum so hard!”

“I guess I should be flattered, then.”

“You better be!”

She raised a long sexy leg and laid it over my hip, then kissed my face and lips. Her soft hands caressed my chest and her long nails lightly grazed my nipples bringing small groans of pleasure from my mouth. She leaned her head back and looked at me with a hint of mischievousness in her eyes.

“I saw you looking at Becky’s tits yesterday,” she grinned.

I started to deny that claim, then shrugged instead. With a grin I said, “Sorry. I couldn’t help it.”

“Would you like to suck them?”

“I’m about to shoot my balls off, right?”

She laughed. “No! You can be honest with me. Besides, she does have gorgeous tits.”

“How would you know?” I asked with arched brow.”

“We were in the same gym class,” she said. “And we’re best friends. We’ve stayed at each other’s house a million times. I’ve seen more than that, too.”

“Well, for what’s it’s worth,” I said, trying to be diplomatic, “I love your tits and I love sucking them.”

“I love you sucking them, too, Steve.” Wendy slipped a hand between us and grinned. “I think you’re ready for a little more action, baby!”

I groaned at the feel of her soft hand on my cock. She raised her right leg a little and positioned the head of my cock at her pussy. Looking into her eyes I pushed and felt the head slip between her lips and sink deep inside of her. She gasped with pleasure as I pulled back out until only the head remained inside, and then pushed back in deep.

“This is good,” she said. “I think I like fucking you this way.”

“I think I would like fucking you any way I could.”

“Oh, my! Such a nasty boy!” she giggled.

We moved together, our faces just inches apart and eyes locked together. Neither of us spoke for several minutes. Wendy and I were content to stare and touch and kiss while we slowly moved our hips. Her tight little pussy felt like liquid satin to my hard cock. Wendy’s top leg was bent at the knee and her foot rested lightly on my leg as I ran a hand along her soft thigh. I loved the feel of her skin and could hardly get enough of touching her.

I slipped my hand behind my young partner and lightly grasped a soft, supple cheek. I watched Wendy’s lips quiver slightly while I caressed her lovely firm ass, then smiled when her eyes widened as I slipped my fingers into her crack. She gasped softly as my fingers trailed a light caress up and down her crack. She cried out softly when I pushed a finger that was coated with her slick juices into her tiny asshole.

“Oh, Steve!”

“Do you like that?”

“Yes! No one has ever fingered my asshole before!”

“That’s a shame,” I said softly. “You have such a nice little asshole.”

She cried out, her voice loud and piercing when I slipped a second finger into her ass. It wasn’t hard to see that she liked having my fingers in her tight little hole, pumping her in time with strokes of my cock inside of her pussy. I could see an expression of pure bliss on her face as she continued to accept my cock in her wet pussy and my fingers deep inside of her tight little asshole.

The fires within me raged and burned white-hot and I began to rock my hips a little harder, a little faster. Wendy met the increasing urgency of my thrusts, her pretty face a mirror of the desire burning inside of her. I knew that it wouldn’t be long before my cock exploded deep inside of my lover’s hot pussy, and she didn’t appear to have much time left, either. My lust became uncontainable and I became an animal of my desires as I lost control.

I started ramming my fingers into her asshole with powerful deep thrusts. My cock slammed into her pussy just as hard, with the same ferocious intensity as my fingers. Wendy’s face twisted into a mask of unbridled desire, her lips spreading into an animalistic snarl as her own smoldering desires brought her closer to orgasm.

“Fuck my, cunt!” she hissed. “Slam your dick in me! Fuck my shithole!”

“You like that, don’t you?”

“Fuck, yes!” Strands of blond hair lay damp against her sweaty forehead. “Make me feel your cock and fingers!”

Hearing her words, seeing the intensity of her excitement on her face was so damned hot. I gritted my teeth together as I felt my orgasm getting closer. Wendy saw it on my face, knew that I was about to explode.

“Cum in me! That’s it, baby! Cum in my cunt!”

“Cum with me!” I gasped.

Until that day I had never looked into a woman’s eyes as she climaxed. Looking into Wendy’s widening eyes, seeing the way her nostrils flared and her lips quivered with excitement was all it took. I screamed, the first time I had ever screamed as I came, and the sound of it filled the room. I pulled her to me as I pulled out of her pussy, and then shoved my cock back in hard and fast and deep. She cried out, her pussy shuddering with her own orgasm, her slender body trembling and jerking as spasms overwhelmed her. Her pussy clenched my cock tightly and we both moaned with pleasure.


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Wendy and I lay together for a long while basking in the afterglow of what we thought of as the most perfect orgasms two people can have together. I guess it was the culmination of months of longing, being together for an hour each day, wanting to hold and touch and love, all the while knowing it wasn’t possible. For me there was also the knowledge that I had just made love to a beautiful young girl.

Later we showered together, our hands continuing to touch and explore as we stood together under a warm spray of water. There was no urgency in the way we kissed; our lips touched ever so lightly creating an easy, comfortable passion that simmered deep within our bodies. It was a romantic event, without the need to grab and experience the forceful side of our wanton needs. We were just two people enjoying the touch and closeness of each other.

We lay together on a thick rug in front of the entertainment system listening to music, and laughing and telling stories about some of her former classmates. We hadn’t dressed after our shower; we lay together on the rug, our naked bodies touching as though it was the most natural thing to do. And it was.

I went to the kitchen at one point to freshen our sodas. Standing at the door to the kitchen I leaned against the jam and watched her. Wendy was lying on her tummy, facing away from me, her long, slender legs together and long blond hair covering her narrow back like a golden shawl. Her ass, so small and firm and soft, captured my attention and I became lost in it for several minutes. I felt my cock begin to harden again, which brought a smile to my face. How long had it been since a female had aroused me so many times in a single day?

Without really thinking about it, I pushed away from the door jam and walked across the hardwood floor to where she lay listening to a CD that was probably older than her eighteen years. I dropped easily to my knees at her feet, took her lovely feet in my hands and gently spread her legs wide. Wendy turned her head to one side, and then looked over one shoulder with a wide grin on her pretty face.

“Why do I think I’m about to be impaled on the most beautiful cock I’ve ever known?” she asked as she laughed softly.

“Could it be because you are about to be impaled?” I growled playfully.

“One can only hope,” she purred.

I pulled up on her hips, bringing her sweet ass into the air, and grabbed a sofa pillow I had been using earlier to place under her tummy. Wendy laid her face on crossed arms and smiled seductively, knowing what was about to happen. Lowering my hips, I touched the head of my cock to the wet entrance to her pussy and pushed gently. We gasped in unison as my cock sank slowly and deeply inside of her.

“You are such a magnificent lover,” she complimented in a soft voice.

“ I can say the same about you,” I whispered into her ear. “No woman has ever aroused me as you do.”

“I love the feel of your cock in me! I can’t get enough!”

I began to slide my cock into Wendy in long, easy thrusts. I kissed her neck and the side of her face that was exposed to me, eliciting small groans of contentment from her. I pressed my face into a mass of golden hair and breathed in deeply. I loved the fresh smell of her hair, the feminine smell of her body and the feel of her soft skin. I enjoyed everything that was Wendy Carlton. From the top of her pretty head to the soles of her sexy, pink feet.

The image of her ass remained in my head, the image I had gathered into my memory banks as I stood by the kitchen door a few minutes before and drank in. I had never fucked a woman’s ass before but I suddenly wanted to fill Wendy’s delightful ass with my cock. I didn’t know if she would approve but I had to try. My state of arousal had become such that I had to have her ass. Wendy’s small, firm ass was the most perfectly shaped ass I had ever seen.

I pulled my cock from Wendy’s sopping wet pussy and raised my hips a little until my cock was above her soft ass crack. Her eyes opened and a bewildered expression touched her face. Then her eyes widened when I spread her cheeks with one hand and realization dawned.

“Oh, Steve…” Her voice small, a little frightened. “I’ve never been fucked in the ass.”

“I don’t have to do this, Wendy,” I replied softly. The slight panic in her voice had brought me back to reality, restraining my lust.

She bit her lip, and then nodded. “Go ahead but be gentle. Please…I know it’s gonna hurt…”

“You sure?”

“Yes. I want you…in my ass.”

Holding my weight on one hand, I pressed the tip of my cock to Wendy’s small, puckered asshole and pushed gently. I watched her face screw into an expression of pain as the bulbous head began to slowly expand her sphincter. I continued to hold pressure causing my cock to inch slowly inside of her. I stopped after the head was just inside and waited for a few minutes, allowing the pain to subside a little.

“Oh, fuck, it hurts!” she breathed.

“I can pull out, baby, if you want.”

“No,” she shook her head. “I want this…I want you in my ass!”

“Ok, it won’t hurt long.”

I continued inching inside of her, stopping a couple of times until the pain eased, then suddenly found myself deep in her tight ass. I stopped and began kissing her face, gently sucking her ear lobe and whispering softly to her. After five minutes I slowly pulled back until only the head was still inside, then thrust back in slowly and deeply. She sucked in a sharp breath and clenched her ass muscles.

“How does it feel?” I asked.

“It…feels different,” she laughed nervously. “It still kind of hurts but I like it.”

“You have such a beautiful ass, baby, that I couldn’t resist fucking it.”

“You can fuck me anywhere, anytime!”

She was tight. I began to rock my hips slowly, fucking her sexy little ass with long, deep thrusts. After a few minutes I felt Wendy’s ass begin to move slowly to match my rhythm and I slipped a hand under her and pressed a finger between her wet pussy lips. She groaned into the sofa pillow under her face. I found her sex-swollen clit and began to rub it gently.

“So good!” she exclaimed breathlessly. “I can’t believe I’m being fucked in the ass.”

“I can’t believe I’m actually fucking your ass, Wendy!” I pressed my face to her hair and breathed deeply. “You are so hot!”

“I s this the first time you’ve fucked a girl in the ass?”

“Yes!” I hissed with pleasure.

“Good! We can enjoy it together!”

I began driving my cock inside of her ass in a corkscrew motion, expanding her hole a little more each time. She grunted her pleasure into the pillow. I worked my finger up and down her pink slit, alternately rubbing her clit and sinking it deep into her tight fuck hole. I could feel her ass loosening up with each thrust and I began to fuck her a little faster. My breathing was becoming loud and raspy as my passion mounted.

“Fuck me, Steve! Fuck my shithole!”

“Does my cock feel good in you now?”

“Oh, yes! I love it!”

I inserted a third finger into her pussy and rubbed her clit with my thumb. She cried out with uninhibited joy, as I loved both of her holes. My thumb on her clit rubbed hard, fast little circles that drove her wild. She bucked her ass against my hips, humped my fingers until she emitted a long, piercing scream. I could feel her cum gushing from her pussy and coating my hand.

“CUM IN ME! CUM IN MY ASSHOLE!”

I came hard, just as she wanted, and emptied my balls into her for the third time that day. Hot ropes of thick cum began to fill her ass as she continued to cum. Her pussy tightened on my fingers, her sphincter gripped my cock and I cried out with ecstasy. My whole body trembled violently while I hovered above her with my cock buried deep in her ass. My breath caught for a moment in my throat then released slowly along with a groan that seemed never ending.

I finally pulled my cock from Wendy’s ass and collapsed on the rug beside her. I lay gasping for breath as she rolled half on top of me. Her eyes were wide and her pretty mouth made a big O as she stared uncomprehendingly at me.

“That was fucking awesome!” she exclaimed breathlessly. “I can’t believe what I’ve missed all this time!”

“It was great,” I grinned.

“Now I’ll be fucking my ass with my hairbrush!” she laughed as she kissed me.

“There’s something I would pay to see,” I chuckled.

Wendy made a face at me and with a glint of mischievousness in her eyes, she said, “No charge for you, baby.”

We showered a second time and finally got dressed. It was late in the afternoon and time for her to go home. I stood on the porch and watched as Wendy navigated her car onto the road out front and disappear in the direction of town. It had been one hell of a day and I was suddenly glad that I had had Wendy Carlton in my history class and in my life. She was undoubtedly the most mesmerizing girl I had ever met.

There would be no love between us. That was understood. Wendy had four years of college ahead of her and I wanted her to experience everything those years promised. But for the immediate future, before the first semester took her away, we had plenty of time to explore one another. Besides, Wendy had opened a door for me that I hadn’t really realized before and who knew what young high school graduate might want to seduce Mr. Wallace next year?

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