Chapter 6

Liz didn't see Ted Larson for almost a week. She wondered if he was trying to avoid her. She'd spoken several times with Beth, once even telling her of all she'd witnessed that day in the teacher's lounge. Beth's response had heartened her. The woman hadn't been mad at her at all. If anything, she'd been pleased.

"Angry at you for spying? Hell, no! If I'd known I had an audience for that fucking, I'd have asked you to take pictures. That's something I want to remember in my old age! God, what a fucker he is!"

"Then YOU don't mind that I stood in the doorway and... and masturbated?" Liz was hesitant to say such things to her friend.

"I said it was okay. And you did head off Mr.

?Elliot. Shit, we'd have never been able to explain our fucking to him. I bet he doesn't even know what his prick is for." "I dunno," said. Liz. "I think he said something about shaving his palms every morning." Beth had laughed, and waved it away. "He's an old grouch. I'm glad you were the one watching Ted and, me fuck instead of him. And any time you can talk Ted into letting me have a bit of that fabulous prick of his, you can watch or take pictures -or broadcast it coast to coast! It'd be worth it!" Liz didn't tell her friend she knew how worthwhile it was getting the full treatment from that cocksman. Ted was a master. He knew all the moves and had a way about him. He made sure the chick got her kicks while he was getting-his.

What more could anyone ask of fucking? Liz was tired of looking for Ted during the conference periods. She decided to track him down in his classroom. After all, it was only down the hail from her.

She inched up to the half-closed door and peered in. The students were all bent double over a test, worrying pencils and working diligently at punching something into their calculators,

Ted stood in back of a long, waist-high counter littered with all manner of chemical gear. The test tubes and bunsen burners she recognized, but the rest was only glass and copper and funny colored water to her.

The man was pacing back and forth watching his class work on the test. As he turned his back on the door, a sudden inspiration hit Liz. She could make this test one of endurance-for Ted.

She slipped into the room without any of the students seeing her. She knelt down behind the counter so she was hidden from their view. Just then, Ted turned and started back in her direction. He opened his mouth like a fish out of water, the words, "What the fuck are you doing here!" forming on his lips.

She simply smiled and motioned him to come closer.

When he did, she wrapped her arms around his legs so he couldn't move away. Then she ran his zipper down. His limp penis came tumbling out.

"Look," he whispered, "you can't do this! Not in front of the class!" "Hell I can't! I want your cock! And I've been deprived of it for almost a week. This'll pay you back for neglecting me." She pulled the limp worm of a prick into her mouth and began sucking. Her tongue worked over the delicate tip of his prick until he was biting his lower lip to keep from crying out.

She was getting him excited! And in front of his chemistry class! He couldn't move away from her now. Not with his half-stiff prick in her sucking mouth. He was happed as neatly as he could be. And, she had no intention of letting him go.

"The class..." he whispered again...

"Screw the class!" Her mouth worked feverishly all over his prick. The once limp cock was rising up from the dead. Half-erect, then fully erect and throbbingly bard, she kept it in her mouth. The rod of manmeat pleased her. He had a nice taste to him.

Her tongue swirled around the very tip of his prick. She felt his cock buck and throb with added desire for her. His words might tell her to leave, but his cock was giving her a totally different story. His prick wanted all the mouth love she could give! "Love the taste! Love your cock!" she cooed.

"Damn you! I should never have... uh, yes, Jimmy?" he asked one of the students. "Uh, ummm, no, keep going. Skip that question if you, uh, oh God, if you don't know the answer!" His words tumbled and fell from his lips. He was trying like hell to keep the kid from coming around the counter and showing the test problem to him. If the student did, he would see something more fitting to a biology class.

The teacher was loving the man's prick to death. She used her teeth to lightly score the sides of his cock. The ugly red smears were quickly soothed by her soft, wet lips. She kissed away any of the hurt she might have caused and left behind nothing but total arousal.

He obviously wanted her to keep going. He stepped forward a half-step and shoved his hips toward her face. He was having a hard time preventing his body from taking control. She didn't mind if he face-fucked her. It would be fun.

She allowed his prick to slip from between her ruby lips. Kissing and licking, she headed for his balls. When she got to the hairy little bag holding his family jewels, she sucked the entire sac into her mouth. Her tongue tormented the trapped balls. She could feel them tumbling around in the thick stew of his jism, trapped and waiting to explode.

"Want more?" she taunted him.

"Stop it. NOW!" "Say something, Mr. Larson," came a voice from the front of the room. It was all Liz could do to keep from laughing at the confusion on the man's face as he tried to figure out what to do.

"Uh, no. Just talking to myself. Finish up the test. I, uh I'm giving you an extra twenty minutes on the quiz." There was a tiny, ragged cheer from the class.

And Liz silently cheered. She would have his prick all to herself for the next half hour! She sucked in his balls and really gave them a tonguing. He had to reach down and lace his fingers through her raven-black hair to keep from falling over. Normally, she guessed he would simply lie down on the ground and let the woman continue sucking on his prick.

He couldn't do that now. He had to stay on his feet. Otherwise, the eager class of teenagers would know exactly what was meant by the sex education term "fellatio".

She gave him the best head ever. Her cheeks went hollow as she sucked on the tip of his prick. The acorn-sized glans was actually growing in size as she ran her tongue back and forth over it.

When, she found the tiny triangular flap of skin dangling down beneath the cleft head, she tasted the bitter drop of his pre-cum. He was cocked and ready to fire.

She redoubled her efforts on his prick. She tried to stuff her tongue down his piss-slit. Just trying was enough to get them both really excited.