C. K. Ralston

Turning on her teachers

CHAPTER ONE

Ginger Foley was out of the classroom as soon as the bell rang. The tall, slender brunette headed for her locker as quickly as her long, sleekly-turned legs would carry her there, looking neither left nor right.

God, I hope I'm not blushing as much as I think I am! the girl told herself. She had been enrolled in sex education classes for five years now, but the others had all been like a church social compared to the one she had just left! They had all used diagrams, drawings, models, dry, non-descriptive, non-inflammatory language.

In short, they had been nothing at all like Miss Caldwell's class! The group discussion and illustrated lecture seminar Ginger had just left reminded the prudish teenager of a girls' pajama party – one held for the loosest girls in the class!

Throwing her other books in the locker, Ginger took out a notebook and her shorthand text, keeping her sex education manual with her. Miss Caldwell always assigned at least a chapter of homework, and this weekend was no exception.

"Hi, Ginger! Going on the big ski outing over the break?"

Ginger's knees grew weak. She recognized the boy's voice before she turned around. It was Todd Martin, one of the best looking, most muscular studs in her class. He kind of had a thing for her, but she didn't know whether to encourage him or not.

"Oh, uh, Todd!" Ginger smiled awkwardly, trying to get her sex education text buried beneath her other books as she turned around. "I… uh, don't know if my folks will let me go on the ski trip or not. I haven't had the courage to ask them yet, they're pretty strict you know."

"So I hear, every time I ask you out and you tell me you don't date yet!" Todd laughed. He was a tall boy, well built, with long, wavy black hair and an easy grin that showed acres of flashing, perfect white teeth.

"Well, maybe we'll see each other on the trip," Ginger tried to sound encouraging – but not too encouraging. "That'd be almost like a date, right?"

"My thoughts exactly, sweet pea!" Todd smiled and put his arm around the lithe brunette, walking her out the main doors.

"Gonna be some great spring skiing!" Ginger said brightly. She gestured at the blue sky with her books, deftly removing Todd's hand from her left breast and shrugging it back onto her shoulder.

"Yeah, and at night… well, I'm sure we could find a few other games to amuse ourselves with," Todd grinned wolfishly. "Matter of fact, you got a manual right here to show us how, in case we forget!"

Before she could react, Todd had plucked the sex education manual from Ginger's pile of school books. He smiled a wicked, leering smile as he leafed through the text.

"You got Foxy Caldwell for this class?"

"I have Miss Caldwell," Ginger replied icily, taking her book back.

"Yeah, I got her for the same class, third period," Todd laughed. "All the guys call her Foxy behind her back. I don't think she minds. With a build and face like hers, I guess she could write one of these books from memory!"

Todd whistled in admiration, for the chesty teacher's looks. Ginger disengaged herself from the boy's grasp and turned around.

"Hey, where you going?" Todd asked, bewildered. "It's Friday, spring vacation has started. School's over!"

Ginger ran toward the school's main steps. "I just remembered something I have to get. You go on, I'll see you on the ski trip!" she fired back over her shoulder.

Todd shrugged and continued on his way home. Relieved to be rid of the handsome boy's comments about Miss Caldwell's foxy body, Ginger trudged back up the steps and re-entered the main building. She really had forgotten to copy down the reading assignment in the voluptuous redheaded teacher's class. Ginger knew Miss Caldwell wanted all of chapter ten read, but she thought she had seen the teacher write something, about chapter eleven as well, just before the bell had rung.

Hoping the janitor hadn't been there to erase the board yet, Ginger slipped into the classroom. Yep, there it was, read to page one-twelve in chapter eleven! Copying the assignment dutifully, Ginger noticed a strange grunting noise.

Curious, the teenager followed her ears, drifting across the big room until she was standing next to Miss Caldwell's private office. Thinking that perhaps Miss Caldwell was in trouble, choking or something, Ginger peeked inside the slightly ajar door.

"Ugh! Oof! Ugh! Ah!" the grunting continued. Not seeing anything, Ginger opened the door a little wider, until she could see nearly all of the small office reflected in the mirror on the far wall. Ginger's heart stopped beating, then took off and began pounding like a race horse thundering down the home stretch.

Miss Caldwell was naked, her long, tawny-red hair spread out behind her across the top of the desk, her full, muscular thighs up in the air, her legs encircling the young man standing between them. The boy, a nice looking blond headed youth of sixteen, was naked from the waist down, his jeans and shorts in a rumpled heap around his shoes. His powerfully muscled hips were moving in and out between Miss Caldwell's jerking thighs.

Ginger recognized the boy immediately. It was Tony George, a friend of Todd Martin's. A boy from her class, and he was fucking the holy living shit out of Miss Caldwell!

Too shocked to retreat, Ginger stood where she was, her eyes as large as pie tins. She could see Tony's long, skinny cock – the only one she had ever seen, except for the ones in her textbook – surging in and out of Miss Caldwell's juicy gash. The teacher's big tits were bouncing frantically as the boy fucked in and out of her like the piston in a racing engine. Each thrust produced a guttural, hungry grunt of satisfaction from the stunning redhead.

"Ugh! Ahh! Oooh! Just right, baby!" she groaned. "You always know how I want it – hot and fast!"

"You know it, Nancy!" Tony panted. "I always knew what a dick hungry cunt like you wants! And I'm always more than happy to give it to 'em!"

Both of the partners cackled with laughter, each of them throwing even more into the lewd embrace. Nancy Caldwell locked her hands around her young lover's neck and held on for dear life as the youthful stud fucked her over the top.

"Ooooh! Oooohhh!" she cried out, closing her eyes as she came. "Give it to me, honey, get my pussy off!"

Tony grabbed the climaxing woman's jiggling tits in mid-bounce, like a fielder hauling in a fly ball in each hand at once. He squeezed the red-head's spongy flesh and poured the meat to her all the harder, driving his pecker into her grasping, flowing cunt folds a mile a minute.

"Aaaieeeeee!" the teacher wailed with joy. "Oh, fuck, yessss! I'm cumming like crazy, baby!"

Tony grinned and kept on pumping. He sawed his stiff cock into the willing girl until she sighed and released her grip on his neck.

Lying on her back on the desk, she smiled at her young lover. "Okay, you win!" she giggled girlishly. "You can last longer than me, you little bastard!"

Tony smiled triumphantly. "You take back all that shit you were trying to lay on me about us young guys being able to cum all night – which was lucky, 'cause we came after a stroke or two most of the time?" the teenager asked cockily.

Miss Caldwell nodded.

"And what do I win?" Tony went on, pulling his still hard cock out and strutting around the office.

"Now that's the good pan!" the teacher smiled seductively, sliding off the desk and onto her knees in front of it.

"See, Tony, honey, it was a rigged bet!" the red-head licked lips. "Either way, I won!"

Tony laughed and came to her. His prick was dripping with his own pre-cum fluid and her juicy cunt lubricants.

In the doorway, Ginger was lust starting to breathe once more. She was too befuddled to think straight, and strange, unfamiliar sensations were pulsing through her virginal body. The one coherent thought she could muster was that there was no way Tony was going to get Miss Caldwell to suck his wet cock – not with her own honey-thick fluid all over it! Surely, not even a woman so depraved as she obviously was would do something that gross!

Ginger, as she was rapidly discovering, had a lot to learn. Miss Caldwell opened her mouth readily as the boy's gooey dong came near. The super-attractive red-head sucked the tip of the teenager's prick into her lips, her tongue circling it in a whirling frenzy.

"Ahhh! Yeah, baby, use that tongue!" Tony growled with pleasure. "Won't take too long, not with your kind of mouth action! What a honey of a cocksucker you are! A pussy like yours and a mouth to match! Whooo!"

Miss Caldwell leaned forward, her big tits flopping again in a steady, arousing rhythm as she sucked on the boy's red, angry stalk of cock meat. The thin but lengthy dong split the teacher's mouth again and again, and she licked at it wildly and sucked hard.

Taking the boy's jerking balls in one hand and placing the other behind his thrusting butt, to steady him as he eagerly mouth fucked her, Nancy Caldwell slid one finger deep into the teenager's asshole. The inexperienced boy couldn't hold out against the triple onslaught of lips, tongue, and fingers.

"Aaaaaah!" he screamed in ecstasy as his nuts jerked and his prick and bunghole contracted. "IT'S HERE! Suck it, suck it dry!"

Ginger felt her knees start to collapse as she realized what was happening. Tony was shooting his sperm down the teacher's throat! She was sucking his hot jizz right out of his jumping cock and swallowing it all!

"Oooh, fuck, it's so good!" Tony moaned, feeding his prick slowly into the older woman's cunt-like suction.

Nancy Caldwell purred and gobbled, a hungry red furred kitten getting just the kind of cream she wanted. She sucked and licked until the boy's nuts were drained and the last of the heady cum had oozed down into her stomach.

Ginger watched in horror as the pretty teacher licked the accumulated white goo from the corners of her mouth and gulped it down greedily. The sex education teacher licked her pupil's dick clean and released it reluctantly.

Knowing that she had to get out of the room before the couple discovered her, Ginger backed quietly out of the door way. She negotiated the maze of desks in a haze, easing out the door into the hallway and running out of the building.

The breeze hitting her short skirt produced a chilling sensation as the dumbfounded sophomore walked home. Checking, Ginger discovered her panties were absolutely drenched – with her own cuntal outpourings!

Ginger went upstairs to change before her mother or father noticed her panties soaked condition. Totally shaken by what she had seen and her unexpected reaction to it, the confused young girl made her decision. She would go on the ski trip with the others, she needed a place to think, to get her head together once more, to push the memories of Tony and Miss Caldwell from here mind.

She knew of no better place to experience solitude than the pristine whiteness of the ski slopes. Convinced she had made the right decision, Ginger started packing.

CHAPTER TWO

"I don't know about this," Ginger's father said hesitantly. He and his only daughter were in the family station wagon in front of the high school. It was Saturday morning and the bus was loading for the Sierra Ski Holiday.

"It'll be okay, Daddy, you'll see!" Ginger reassured her dad. "It's chaperoned by two teachers and everything."

"Well, I don't know," her father repeated. "That one teacher barely looks older than the kids!"

Ginger frowned. He was staring at Miss Caldwell, and it was true. Dressed in her tight ski pants and sweater, her long, red tresses blowing in the early morning breeze, the beautiful sex education instructor did not look over eighteen.

"It's okay, Dad. Mr. Downing is lots older than you are!" Ginger smiled at her father.

Theodore Downing, the silver haired biology instructor, was lounging against the bus, talking basketball with some of the boys, Tony and Todd among them. A few years older, than Ginger's father, Downing was tall and trim enough to still play basketball himself. And he was an elegant, fast skier.

"Yeah, I guess it'll be all right at that," Ginger's dad grumbled, getting off to help his girl with her equipment and luggage. "That guy does make me feel a little better about letting you run off to the hills for four days!"

Ginger kissed her dad goodbye and got on the bus. She giggled a little as she thought about his concern for her. She was already widely known as the most untouchable girl in the class; what other protection did he think a girl needed?

The motor roared to life and the big bus began rolling. As they left the town and hit the freeway leading up into the mountains, Ginger grew happier with each passing mile. She loved the high mountain country, the snow, and the incredibly clean, exhilarating air. This trip had been a good idea, she told herself. She had almost let Miss Caldwell's presence as chaperone spook her, but Ginger had overcome her reluctance with reason, and now she was glad.

"Hey, glad you could make it!" Todd Martin said casually, passing Ginger's seat.

The girl merely smiled at him, not wanting to stir up the memories that had decided her on coming on the trip. The last thing she wanted was a heavy boy-girl talk session with a hustler like Todd right now. All Ginger wanted was to stare out the window at the peaceful snowy countryside.

"Stuck up, hey?" Todd teased. "Too good to come to our party tonight, sweet thing? It's gonna be a fantastic fling! No teachers invited!"

Todd had lowered his voice on the last phrase. Ginger decided the only way to get rid of him was to say she'd go.

"Sure, Todd, I'll be there if I'm not too tired after skiing this afternoon," Ginger promised.

"Far out!" Todd grinned. "Don't ski too hard… parties this cool are hard to come by!"

Swaggering off down the aisle, Todd blew her a kiss and winked. He leaned down to talk to Tony and some other friends in the seats ahead.

The bus pulled into the ski area and lodge on schedule. The kids unloaded their gear in record time and most of them hit the slopes for an afternoon romp.

Ginger flew across the white powder like a dove. She was skiing great today, and the cool, clear afternoon air washed all thoughts of naked bodies, strangled cries, and jerking cocks from the young girl's mind. All she cared about for the next few hours was the whoosh of the wind and the bite of the mountain air as it caressed her reddened cheeks.

When the sun at last dipped behind the towering peaks, the weary teenager skied up to the lodge and checked her equipment into an overnight locker. She changed into her after-ski boots and clomped into the lodge's hearty, fire-snapping-in-the-giant-fireplace interior. She wanted nothing more than a hot shower and a leisurely dinner followed by the oblivion of sleep.

Alone in the small room she was sharing with Cheryl Colby, she stripped off her ski pants and sweater and shucked off her underclothes. Realizing Cheryl might return before she finished her shower, Ginger put her clothes in the hamper bag she carried with her on trips and modestly shut the bathroom door behind her.

After a long, muscle relaxing shower, Ginger dried herself off, pausing an uncharacteristically long time to examine her naked body in the mirror as she toweled off. Miss Caldwell certainly did have big ones! the developing teenager told herself honestly as she stared at her own smallish breasts in the glass.

Hefting her own budding treasures, weighing and measuring them with her eyes, Ginger twisted and turned, trying to make them look bigger in the mirror. No use, she decided, if a boy was turned on by big titties, he'd have to look elsewhere.

Laughing a little at her own vanity, since she knew no boy would ever get to see her breasts anyway, Ginger slipped into a clean bra. She couldn't resist turning and sticking out her provocative, deliciously well developed behind. If the boy were into legs and ass and thighs on the other hand… Ginger giggled aloud at such lewd thoughts.

Suddenly, she heard the door close in the bedroom. Starting to fling the door open, Ginger stopped short when she heard two voices in the bedroom, one Cheryl's – one definitely male!

"Come on, baby, hurry up!" Cheryl was saying. "Little Miss Cold Pussy is liable to get here any time now!"

The boy laughed. "That's one thing about your pussy, honey, it sure ain't cold!"

"Yeah, and it's probably gonna get me into trouble some day!" Cheryl giggled. "But I'm too horny to worry about it right now. Come on, get it out… Oh! Johnny, how I love that big, cute dick of yours!"

Ginger gasped. Was this the same Cheryl Colby who sang in the church choir next to her? Ginger now realized it was herself whom they had been referring to as "Miss Cold Pussy"! They were clearly planning on engaging in the same kind of heathen sex that Ginger had witnessed between Miss Caldwell and Tony George just yesterday!

Had the whole world gone crazy? Ginger asked herself angrily. Did all of her friends fuck each other silly whenever they weren't with her? Was she the only virgin left in her whole high school class?

Ginger had a good mind to walk right into the room and scream for them to stop their cardinal sinning. The only thing that was keeping her from it was the fact that she was dressed only in ha and panties, and the discomforting realization that she wanted to see what was going to happen in the next room.