Hot for Teacher

PrologueWhen Vinnie Scapuletti’s blood-engorged c**k entered her yearning vulva, Babette Hendrick arched her back on the hardwood bench and unleashed a savage howl. What seemed like a hundred answering cries pounded her eardrums, her voice rambunctiously rebounding through the cavernous aisles of the boy’s locker room. “Hush, Babe, hush,” cautioned Vinnie, halting his hips mid-thrust. With dusky blue eyes, he scanned the ill-lit room, the smoked-glass windows valiantly battling to keep out the blazing sunlight. His handsome face creased in apprehension. “We’ll catch holy hell if anyone finds us.” Babette tossed back her head and giggled. “That’s half the fun, silly. Now f**k me with your huge c**k or I’ll scream some more.” “You wouldn’t dare!” No one dared Babette in any way, shape, or form. She pulled a deep breath, gathered strength, and scrunched up her face. Vinnie’s hand closed over her mouth just as the shriek began. “God damn it, Babe, you know what getting caught with you could do to me. Do you want to see me get kicked out of here? Or worse?” She clamped her vaginal muscles around the inflated phallus she enjoyed so much and wiggled her hips, knowing she would drive Vinnie insane with animalistic need. “Then why did you start screwing me in the locker room?” “You followed me in here. You’re the one who started this.” Too true. She had spent the previous day plotting and anticipating this daring romp, knowing just where to find this muscle-bound stud on Saturdays. Waking up wickedly horny with her scheme in mind, Babette had hurriedly showered, tossed her mother a lame “going to the library” story, and sailed out the door. A half-hour later, she had steered her sleek and spiffy cherry-red ‘Vette—an early graduation present from her ever-absent father—into Savannah’s Gordon High School parking lot and stopped near the gymnasium. No sooner had she killed the engine and pulled off her sunglasses, then she spotted Vinnie, jogging from the deserted football field toward the gym entrance, his battered Reeboks kicking up small puffs of dust from the dirt path. Under the blazing sunlight, his tanned, sinewy torso glistened with perspiration, matting the wealth of chest hair to his firm pectorals. As she ogled his magnificent physique, following the trail of hair that led over his flat belly and into his waistband, she knew she would have to f**k him or die. His tight, sweat-soaked running shorts left little to Babette’s vivid imagination; the mound at Vinnie’s crotch bounced mesmerizingly from side to side, like a hypnotist’s pocket watch being dangled before the eyes of a willing subject. And Babette, ever since meeting the captivating and sinfully handsome hunk at the beginning of her senior year, had been more than willing to fall under his spell. And fall, she had. Hard. As hard as the c**k now fully occupying her drenched, clenching p***y. More giggles burst from her throat. She ran her hands through his forest of chest hair and pinched his pointed n*****s with her thumbs and index fingers. “No self-control, Vinnie? All you had to do was say ‘no to me.” “Say no? After you caught me bare-assed naked in the shower and flashed those beautiful t**s at me? After you fell to your knees and sucked my fuckin’ d**k until I nearly exploded?” He rammed his immense, uncircumcised c**k into her tunnel. “How could any red-blooded male say ‘no’ to you, Babe, especially one who’s experienced the heaven of your hot mouth and tight p***y all these wonderful months?” He stabbed into her again and again with renewed determination. Babette tightened her muscles around his thick erection, enjoying the way she could actually detect its throbbing pulse. His mouth engulfed one of her n*****s; his tongue painted circles around the hard peak, sending shivers down her spine. God, she loved f*****g Vinnie Scapuletti, almost as much as she loved the young man himself. From the moment he had whisked her out of virginity to this day, just two months before her graduation, she couldn’t imagine life without his hard body, his huge c**k, at her disposal. The roar of the shower they had neglected to turn off echoed through the locker room, sounding like a distant waterfall. Only her lover’s grunts and her accompanying whimpers of pleasure at being so wonderfully ravished punctuated the steady drone. The subtle aroma of used jockstraps hidden away in the rows of gray-toned lockers, along with this hunk’s musky outpouring of perspiration and raw maleness, acted as an aphrodisiac to Babette. She urged Vinnie to f**k her even harder… Harder… Harder… Until a galaxy of stars exploded behind her eyelids and her body writhed in satiation beneath his rutting form. Moments later, his hot seed pumped into her gushing canal in a seemingly endless flow of passion. She ran her fingers over her lover’s backside, drawing rivers of sweat on the landscape of delectable muscles, and plying his chest, shoulders, and neck with fevered kisses. Laughter eventually spilled from her mouth as prurient memories of the morning’s f**k session filled her head. She hadn’t lied earlier—the threat of being discovered had indeed added to the fun. Babette had always enjoyed being naughty, daring, brazen—a combination of traits that drove her parents to distraction as well as the bottle. Those traits only intensified once she had met Vinnie and discovered the joys of s*x. But a part of her wondered what her parents would think should this secret affair ever come to their attention. After all, it was one thing to have wild s****l escapades with a fellow student; it was quite another to have them with Gordon High’s assistant track coach and hottest English teacher—hottest “any” teacher, for that matter—Mr. Vincent Scapuletti. Then again, Babette reminded herself, crushing Mr. Scapuletti’s muscular, furry body against hers and imprisoning his fat c**k in her tingling, grasping hole, that was indeed half the fun…