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  Horny Loving Schoolgirl

  by Nick Eastwood

  ### GR-2442 ###

  Published by Greenleaf Classics, Incorporated, San Diego, California, U.S.A., 1985

  FOREWORD

  Life is filled with periods of transition, and it all starts at birth, when a baby is yanked from the warmth and safety of the womb. No less traumatic for most children is the transition from the protective environment of the home, to the sometimes frightening school environment. And then comes the time when one must decide often involuntarily what to do with one's life.

  Transitions all of us just make. Indeed, life itself seems to be a never-ending string of transitions.

  In this frank novel, a young schoolgirl is faced with changes which greatly affect her personal life as well as her relationships with the teachers in her school.

  HORNY LOVING SCHOOLGIRL is the story of an innocent young girl who, while striving to do what she thinks is right, discovers that there are forces that exist over which she has little or no control.

  Society condemns her actions, but is she really guilty? A work of fiction, true, but one which holds a message for us all.

  -The Publisher

  CHAPTER ONE

  Afterwards, Jamie Johnson would say that she had no choice, she just had to do it. Her motives were perfectly decent, after all. She hadn't meant to spy on anybody.

  It was just that she needed to use some of the books in the reserve section of the Clinton High School library, so she hid under a study table and remained there after closing time. Jamie knew it was against the rules, but she really didn't see how it could hurt anybody.

  Jamie, a straight-A student, was determined to maintain her perfect grade average and graduate first in her class, otherwise she would never have done anything illegal. But graduation was near, she was in danger of getting only a B in algebra, and she had to study those books.

  It was while she was under the table, waiting for everybody to leave the school building, that she heard somebody coming into the library. Jamie was surprised. She'd done some careful checking, and she knew the janitor wasn't supposed to arrive till about eight in the evening, by which time she intended to be out of the library. So who was this?

  Jamie knew from the clicking of high heels that it was a woman. She crawled closer to the edge of the table and peered out, praying she wouldn't be spotted. Standing near the main desk and looking very impatient was the Spanish teacher, Ramona Doran, known to her friends as Mona.

  Jamie sighed with envy. She wished she was as sexy and nicely built as Miss Doran. The teacher wasn't very tall, but she was a knockout. She had a curvy big-titted body, raven-black hair, and a beautiful face. Every guy in the school had hot fantasies about her.

  Miss Doran opened her purse, took out her compact, and checked her appearance. She needn't have bothered. She looked perfect. Then she snapped the compact shut and started pacing back and forth in front of the main desk. Obviously she hadn't come here to read.

  Jamie wished she'd go away. Precious study time was being lost. On the other hand, she was dying to know why Miss Doran was in the library after hours. No meetings were scheduled for the room at this time. Jamie had checked that, too.

  "Come on, Bob," Mona Doran muttered impatiently.

  Bob? There were lots of guys named Bob. It didn't ring any bells for Jamie, but her curiosity grew. Why would Miss Doran choose the library as a place to meet this Bob? Why not just meet him in her classroom or some public place? And why was the young teacher so anxious?

  The library door opened again, and in stepped Robert Bennett, the history teacher. He was a handsome six-footer with dark hair just turning silver around the temples. Lots of the girls thought he was the most attractive of all the male teachers at Clinton High. He walked right over to Mona.

  "Bob, thank goodness, you're here," she exclaimed. "I was starting to think you'd stood me up."

  "Never," he said. "I just had to be very careful, that's all. There'd be hell to pay if my wife found out about us, Mona."

  As he drew up to her, they went right into each other's arms and kissed hotly. Jamie turned scarlet. All of a sudden she understood everything. Miss Doran and Mr. Bennett had chosen the library as a place to carry on their illicit love affair, and Jamie was going to have no choice but to witness everything they did.

  Her heart pounded. Jamie was a decent girl, very moral and religious in fact, and she knew it was wrong for a married man to carry on with another woman. Sex was wrong except between married couples, or so her strict parents had always told her.

  She knew she ought to race out of the library and call the principal and report what she'd seen. But she just didn't have the nerve. It would be so embarrassing to pop out from under that table and have the two teachers see her. They'd think she'd been spying on purpose, like some weirdo. So, until she could figure out what to do, Jamie decided to remain put.

  Helplessly she watched Mr. Bennett darting his tongue in and out of Miss Doran's mouth.

  The cute black-haired teacher clung to him like glue, rubbing her body against his, crushing her mouth against his mouth. She was hot for him, even an inexperienced girl like Jamie could tell.

  Finally they came up for air, and Mona sighed, "Oh, honey, I hate being away from you, even for a single night. I need you so bad."

  "Mona, you're going to fuck me to death if we don't watch out," Bob chuckled. "We've got to be careful. After all, I've got to save some for my wife or she'll get suspicious."

  "I don't like sharing you with her," Mona pouted.

  "Honey, we agreed on that when we First became lovers," Bob reminded her as he started unbuttoning her low-cut red blouse. "I don't intend to divorce her. I can't do that to the kids."

  "Right," Mona sighed, though it sounded as if she didn't really accept the invitation.

  All the while Bob was quickly and deftly opening her blouse. He drew it off, leaving her in a sexy see-through lace bra that looked ready to burst with the burden of her big melon shaped tits. His eyes glowed hungrily as be ogled that nearly overflowing bra. Then he reached around her and unhooked it, and it snapped free and slid down off her arms.

  Jamie clapped a hand over her mouth as she caught herself sighing with envy. Her applesized tits were dwarfed by Miss Doran's huge creamy tits. No wonder Mr. Bennett's eyes looked ready to pop. Finally he took a deep breath and reached out to hoist and mold the heavy tit-melons.

  "Christ," he sighed, "you've got the most fantastic tits."

  She really did, and Jamie began to wonder why she was making it with a married man. Miss Doran was so gorgeous, she could have had anybody in town. But Mr. Bennett was pretty gorgeous, too, and maybe Mona just had the hopeless hots for him and couldn't resist trying him out.

  She sure looked turned on now. She was backed up against the main desk, clutching the edges and thrusting her chest forward as Bob played with her sensitive tits. She was licking her lips, and her heavy black eyelashes were fluttering. Gradually her big red nipples went rigid under Bob's teasing thumbs.

  As she watched that happen, Jamie felt her own little nipples getting stiff. She wondered why that was happening. She cupped her small round tits through her t-shirt. They felt hot and swollen, and the erect nipples poked hard into her palms. She couldn't recall this happening before.

  But then she'd never seen anything really sexy before. Her stem parents were very careful never to expose her to such things. Her reading, television and movies were carefully censored by Mom and Dad. Even as a senior in high school, she wasn't allowed to date. She'd be old enough for that when she went to college, her folks insisted.

  So this was Jamie 's first real introduction to sex and love-making. In spite of the strict moral principles that had been drummed into her all her life, she was excited and fascinated. She wanted to see everything the teachers did. She was glad now that she hadn't run to report them.

  She could still report them later, she told herself. In fact it would be better to stay and watch so she could give a full report of what they did. Having rationalized all that, Jamie got into a more comfortable position. The underside of the table was in shadows, so she knew she couldn't be seen.

  With Mona backed up against the desk, Bob was squeezing and molding her heavy hot tits till they swelled up taut. He leaned down now and then to suck her stiffened nipples or flick them teasingly with his tongue. Mona's eyelids were at half mast, and she was panting.

  "Oh, dammit, Bob, you're making me so horny," she moaned.

  Jamie kept hearing that word around school, from some of the kids her parents had told her not to associate with. These kids said words like horny, fuck, cocksucker, shit, and pussy. Except for shit, Jamie was never sure just what they meant, although she knew she shouldn't be listening.

  But sometimes you just couldn't help it. Like now. What was she supposed to do, run from the room just because Miss Doran had said a naughty word or two? No way. No way in the world was she going to skip out on this fantastic show. She knew she shouldn't be spying, but she just couldn't help herself. Again she rationalized that she was just collecting data to report to the principal. It was important for her to witness everything.

  Bob had sucked and licked Mona's stiff red nipples till they gleamed with his spit. Mona was whimpering softly as he played with her big tits, her arousal at fever pitch. Obviously she wanted to make hot love right away. But Bob didn't seem to be in any hurry. He was taking his time and enjoying himself in a leisurely way.

  Now he took Mona's hands and guided them to his jacket. Apparently this signal was familiar to her, for right away she began removing his clothes. She helped him out of his jacket, vest, tie and shirt. He was wearing a sleeveless undershirt that showed off the big muscles of his shoulders and arms. Mona ran her hands over the muscles.

  "So macho," she purred. "God, you're sexy."

  "So are you, baby," he said with a leer. "You're the sexiest thing I ever saw."

  Jamie could agree with that. Miss Ramona Doran was like something out of Playboy. It was hard to imagine her as a small town high school teacher. But that's what she was, and a very good one, too. All the kids loved her.

  Maybe that was why she was practically tearing Bob's undershirt off. She tossed it on the floor and ran her red-nailed fingers through the thick hairs of his chest. She rubbed her stiff nipples into the furry thicket. She was making a low growling noise.

  "I'm hot, honey, so damned hot," she moaned.

  She unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. That was when Jamie noticed the enormous bulge at his fly. Could that be his cock?

  The innocent teenager shivered with excitement. She was dying to see the difference between boys and girls.

  Her parents had given her a very brief account of where babies come from, and it hadn't begun to satisfy her curiosity. All she knew was that men and women were built differently between their legs and somehow they put it together to make babies. She watched wide-eyed as Mona went to her knees and tugged down Bob's pants.

  His jockey shorts bulged obscenely. Mona grasped them and pulled them down, and Jamie almost yelped with surprise. She hadn't dreamed cocks would be that big. This eight-inch slab of meat looked as thick as her wrist. His cock was capped with a gleaming purple head the size of a golf ball or even bigger.

  His cock swung stiffly before him as Mona helped him out of his pants and shorts and shoes. She remained on her knees, running her fingers down to the hairy base of his prick and fisting the huge column of blue-veined cock-flesh. She stuck out her tongue and ran it around the engorged prickhead.

  "You'll get a face full of come if you keep doing that," Bob warned her hoarsely.

  "Then I better quit," she laughed, "because that's not where I want your come."

  She stood up, and Bob unzipped her shirt and let it drop. She skinned out of her pantyhose and shoes. He grasped her tiny bikini panties and inched them down over her luxuriant black bush and firm rounded ass. Again Jamie had to cover her mouth to keep from moaning, she felt so envious of the young teacher's gorgeous body.

  She felt like a boy compared to Mona. She felt like she had no tits, hips or ass. Of course that wasn't true, but she sure didn't have those ripe mature curves. Jamie just hoped she still had some developing to do. She wanted to look as fantastic as Mona did when she was naked.

  Bob's huge cock gave a lusty lurch and began to drip the thick fuck juice as he ogled his mistress' luscious body. Then he picked Mona up and sat her on the main desk. She leaned back, bracing herself with her arms, and Bob lifted her shapely legs up and draped them over his shoulders.

  The desk was high, more like a counter, so this brought Mona's wet red slit to a level with his face. He shoved his face between her thighs, and then there was an obscene wet sucking and slurping sound, quickly followed by Mona's hoarse moans of pleasure. Jamie wished she could see what was going on.

  "Ohhhhh, yeah, baby, eat my pussy," Mona sobbed, clawing the desk. "You know I love that."

  Eat her pussy? Jamie frowned, totally puzzled. Bob's jerking head was in the way, so she couldn't see what he was doing to Mona's pussy. She only knew that the horny young teacher was going out of her mind with excitement, writhing and moaning and clawing at the desk top.

  She was surprised to feel molten fuck juice leaking from her virgin cunt. Now that she noticed it, her pussy was on fire, and her cunt was soaked with her hot sticky fuck cream. She had the weirdest urge to stick her hand down inside her clothes and rub her slit. But of course she wouldn't do that. Mom had warned her never to touch herself there, except with a washcloth.

  "Unnnhhhh, honey, I can't take any more," Mona sobbed. "I gotta have your cock, Bob. Fuck me before I go crazy."

  Jamie watched breathlessly. At last she was going to find out just what that word "fuck" meant. Bob eased Mona off the counter, slowly and carefully, so that she slid down and was impaled on his stiff-standing prick. His cock entered the juicy little hole at the center of her pussy and slid steadily in.

  "Oooooooo, God, oooooo," she wailed.

  Jamie shivered with excitement and creamed through her panties and jeans. She couldn't understand how Mona could take that enormous hard slab of cock into her cunt without being hurt, but it was happening right before her wondering eyes. Mona took every inch of Bob's steel-hard wrist-thick cock. Hot fuck cream overflowed her crammed box and dripped onto the floor.

  As she took every inch of his meat, she wrapped her legs around his waist, and he supported her by cupping her ass. Then he pushed her up against the desk and started fucking his cock in and out of her. Mona threw back her head, closed her eyes tightly, and gurgled and moaned the whole time.

  "I love it, baby, I love to fuck," she babbled hoarsely. "Fuck me with that big hard cock, honey, fuck my brains out."

  Jamie was rubbing her thighs together and creaming like crazy as she watched. Obviously fucking was the most fun thing in the world. Mona was adoring every second, and, with each deep hard thrust of Bob's cock, she was overflowing her cunt with thick molten cream.

  "Unnnnhhhh, fuck me real hard now, Bob, make me come," she sobbed.

  Bob was grinning broadly as he fucked his stiff cock in and out of her juice-spurting cunt. He looked almost smug, and Jamie really couldn't blame him. He was driving the beautiful young teacher out of her mind with pleasure. Mona's lovely face was twisted into a lusty grimace as she rocketed toward climax.

  Jamie again felt that insane urge to play with herself, but she decided against it. Too risky. Besides, she didn't want anything to distract her, even for a second. She wanted to see every single thing that happened between Bob and Mona.

  Her eyes focused on Bob's wildly fucking cock, and then her attention was drawn back to Mona again as the teacher let out a hoarse wail and her body began to convulse. Her teeth were bared in an ecstatic snarl.

  "You're doing it to me, motherfucker, I'm coming, unnnggghhhh!" she howled.

  "Ahhhhh, Jesus, take my load!" Bob yelled.

  Jamie saw thick steaming fuck cream gush from Mona's cunt and drip to the floor. Then she retreated far under the table and waited for the teachers to dress and leave. She had a lot to think about. She had to decide whether or not to report Miss Doran and Mr. Bennett to the principal.

  She thought she wouldn't. They hadn't really hurt anybody. Besides, they would surely be meeting again soon, if they weren't stopped, and Jamie wanted to be there to watch. She hadn't quite completed her sex education, or so she told herself. So the two horny teachers were off the hook, at least for now.