so that Dick could come to her house and do that awful, wonderful thing with her pussy again. The time seemed to drag slowly and Miss Sarah walked around in a daze, her pussy creaming heatedly through the brown, high- necked dress she wore. Even her tits felt different. For the first time in her prim, proper life, Miss Sarah wished that she could go without a bra. Then her nipples would rub against the front of her dress and it would feel so good.
Kurt Milton was extremely puzzled by Miss Sarah's behavior. She seemed to be thinking of something else entirely when he gave his reports about the new faculty members. Miss Sarah dismissed him with a wave of her hand before he was even finished with the reports. Kurt wondered if somehow, Miss Sarah had guessed what he had done with Sally last night. She certainly wasn't treating him as warmly as she used to.
Kurt walked out of Miss Sarah's office with a frown on his face. He was determined to do something to prove that he was the right person for the job of Vice-Principal. He had to behave impeccably. Even if it meant never touching Sally's sweet, juicy pussy again, he would do it. He just had to get back in Miss Sarah's good graces.
As soon as school was over for the day, Miss Sarah rushed right home. She threw her dress in a heap on her bedroom floor and unhooked the uncomfortably tight bra she was wearing. Then she sighed gratefully as her magnificent tits bobbed free. That was better. She'd certainly never wear a bra around home again.
Miss Sarah took a nice, long leisurely bath. She felt like she was alive for the first time in her whole life. 'PUSS…' she said softly to the blue-tiled wall. 'He called me Puss.' Then she smiled and licked her lips in what she hoped was a very sexy way.
The doorbell rang just as Miss Sarah was stepping out of the tub. She pulled on a thin blue robe and peeked through the hole in the door. Then she opened the door widely and smiled an invitation.
'Mm-mmmm,' Dick Barton said, kicking the door shut behind him as he took Miss Sarah into his arms. 'You look good enough to eat.'
Miss Sarah giggled. 'Oh, please do,' she murmured beginning to unbutton Dick's shirt. 'I can hardly wait.'
Dick's fingers rubbed teasingly over Miss Sarah's tits as she finished unbuttoning his shirt. Then he took a deep breath and suggested what he'd been thinking about all day.
'Have you ever seen a cock, Puss?'
Miss Sarah blushed bright red. 'Noooo…' she answered, her voice shaking in excitement. 'I'd really like to though. Would you show me yours?'
Dick nodded and unzipped his pants. He stood there with the bulge of his cock poking right out of his shorts hard and stiff. 'Look at this, Puss,' he groaned, hooking his thumbs in the waistband of his shorts and pulling them down. 'That's what eating your sweet pussy does to me. It makes my cock nice and hard, even if I'm just thinking about it.'
'Oooooh,' Miss Sarah gasped. She stared at the long, red length of Dick's hard cock. 'It… It's really big, isn't it?' she asked, her face turning even redder. 'I… I never thought it'd be so big! It's almost like a fence post.'
Dick chuckled. Miss Sarah's sweet innocence really turned him on. His cock jerked a couple of times and a shiny drop of cum appeared on the red, mushroom-shaped head of his prick.
'What's that?' Miss Sarah asked, pointing at the drop of cum. 'It looks slippery.'
'That's what happens when I get excited,' Dick explained, hardly believing that someone could have survived in this day and age, as innocent as Miss Sarah.
'Oooooh,' Miss Sarah gasped, a naughty thought flashing through her mind. 'I… I'd like to touch it. Would you think that was terrible, Dick? I mean, if I touched your-cock?'
'No,' Dick fairly shouted. 'It'd be wonderful, Puss, God, yes! Go ahead, honey… touch it with your finger.'
Miss Sarah poked her finger out hesitantly. She touched the side of his hard cockshaft and drew back suddenly as Dick's huge prick jerked under her light touch.
'Oh, no!' Miss Sarah gasped. 'Did I hurt it?'
'Heavens, no,' Dick laughed. 'It really felt good when you touched it. Why don't you do it again.'
Miss Sarah reached out again and this time ran her fingertip up the long, hot pole of his cockshaft. Then she giggled in excitement.
'It's hot!' she gasped, 'And smooth. I like to touch it, Dick. Let's sit on the couch where I can touch it some more.'
Dick drew in his breath sharply when Miss Sarah's finger started touching the hot skin of his cock again. He wanted a lot more than touching, but he knew he'd have to go slow. He didn't want to scare her away.
'Why don't you grab it in your hand like this?' he suggested, grasping his cock with his hand and jacking it up and down a couple of times. 'That really feels good and it'd feel even better if you did it.'
Miss Sarah reached out eagerly. She wrapped her fingers around Dick's big cockshaft and squeezed it gently. Then her mouth opened wide with surprise.
'It feels like it's made of bone,' she exclaimed, squeezing his cock a little harder. 'It certainly is hard, isn't it.'
'It's only hard when I'm horny,' Dick explained. 'And right now I'm awfully horny.'
Miss Sarah blushed. 'I… I suppose you think I'm very uneducated,' she admitted, 'but I never had anyone to ask before. I want to know all about your nice big cock.'
Miss Sarah started gently jacking his cock, just like Dick had done earlier. 'Doesn't it hurt when it's this big?' she asked, staring at the shiny red tip.
'Not unless it stays hard for a long time,' Dick told her, holding his breath as he felt his cock lurch again. 'If I stay horny and hard like this for a long time and I can't come, then it hurts like hell.'
Miss Sarah looked puzzled. 'Come?' she asked. 'What's that?'
Dick chuckled. 'You really are innocent, aren't you, Puss?' he asked. 'I just can't believe that you don't know anything about coming.'
Miss Sarah looked puzzled and then her face lit up. 'Oh! You mean orgasm, is that right?'
Dick laughed loudly. 'That's right,' he said, patting her swelling tits with his hand. 'Orgasm, coming, shooting… whatever. It all means the same thing. That's when the cum, er… sperm, comes out of the tip of my cock. See that little hole? That's where it shoots.'
'Oooooh,' Miss Sarah said, bending down closer for a good look. 'I'd really like to see it do that. Could… oh no! That's just too much to ask, I suppose.'
'You want to see it shoot?' Dick gasped, catching on immediately to what Miss Sarah was trying to say. 'You want to watch it?'
'Oh, yes!' Miss Sarah breathed. 'If you don't mind, that is. I know it's a lot to ask, but I'm really very curious.'
'You just sit back, Puss,' Dick instructed, and watch closely. 'I'll show you what happens when my cock shoots.'
Dick looked around the room quickly. 'Have you got a Kleenex or something, Puss? I don't want to get it all over when I come.'
Miss Sarah jumped up and came back with a big box of Kleenex. Then she sat back down and watched Dick's big fingers close around his stiff prick.
'Have you ever heard anyone talk about beating off!' Dick grunted, working his hand up and down on his stiff cockshaft. 'Jacking off? A hand job?'
Miss Sarah looked puzzled for a moment and then she nodded. The boys at school used to say something like that. 'Would beating your meat be the same thing?'
Dick resisted the urge to howl with laughter. Miss Sarah was just too much to believe. He knew that she wasn't putting him on though. No one could say something like that with a really straight face if they weren't innocent.
'That's it,' Dick said, beginning to work his cock even faster. 'I just don't understand it, Miss Sarah. How could you grow up and go through school and everything without knowing anything about sex?'
Miss Sarah blushed again. 'I… I guess I led a pretty sheltered life. My father was a minister and the other kids never talked very much when I was around. Then I went to a girls' college and started this school. I… I never realized how much I was missing!'
Miss Sarah's eyes got bigger and bigger as she watched Dick shake his big cock up and down. She felt a strange kind of naughty thrill run through her body as she thought about offering to help him. His hand must be getting pretty tired. She was sure that she could shake his cock just the way he was doing.
