As she turned to leave the record shop, Cassie bumped into a young man and the cassettes went flying out of her hands, bouncing all over the carpeted floor.
“Oops, sorry!” he blurted before crouching and retrieving the wayward cassettes. Standing again, he shuffled through them and took inventory.
“Bon Jovi. Poison. Heart. Def Leppard…” he intoned seriously until he couldn’t help crack a smile.
“What?” Cassie said defiantly, one hand on her hip, the other held out for the tapes.
He scrambled for an alternative to Aren’t you a little old for this stuff? “I dunno—you seem more, uh, sophisticated than this.”
“Thanks, I think,” Cassie said drily. “These are for my niece in San Diego; I’m sending her a care package so she can rock out with her Walkman every day on the school bus.”
“Ooh, then you know what else she’ll need? A lot of double-A batteries.”
Cassie snapped her fingers. “Excellent point.”
“I bet Radio Shack has rechargeable batteries,” he continued, nodding across the street as he handed over the tapes. “Disposable batteries dump mercury, cadmium, and lead into the soil.”
Cassie narrowed her eyes. “You seem to know a lot about it,” she said warily.
“Nah, just some chemistry I picked up in college.” He tossed his dark, shaggy hair out of his eyes and checked his calculator wristwatch. “Sorry, gotta go. I have to finish running some errands before lunchtime. It was nice to meet you, …”
“Cassie,” she stated, offering her empty hand.
“Bruce,” he replied, shaking her hand briefly but long enough to make her stomach flip-flop. “Well, maybe I’ll see you around.”
They exited the store together; Bruce turned left and sauntered down the sidewalk, while Cassie crossed the street to Radio Shack. After buying a set of rechargeable AAs, she emerged and crossed the street again before entering Store 24. As she brought a cold bottle of Orangina to the counter, she noticed “MADONNA NUDES” emblazoned on the September issue of Penthouse.
“I’ll take a Penthouse, Chuck,” she murmured.
A voice from behind muttered in her ear. “Is that for your niece, too?”
“Jiminy!” Cassie yelped, startled, whipping her head of auburn hair around to see Bruce standing there with a smirk on his face.
“Or is that porn for your own personal use?” he teased.
“I thought my husband might like to see it,” Cassie replied coolly as she handed Chuck a five-dollar bill and grabbed her dirty magazine. “Goodbye, Bruce.”
“Goodbye, Cassie,” Bruce echoed with a grin as he watched her ass walk out the door.
Cassie slid into the driver’s seat of her VW Golf and tucked the Penthouse under the passenger seat, laughing, “I don’t need any more questions about you, thank you very much.” Forty minutes later, she pulled into the parking lot at Ossipee Valley High School—Go, Ocelots!—and made her way inside and down to the cafeteria. The agenda for the half day was lunch, then a districtwide meet and greet with all the teaching interns and their mentor teachers before the elementary and middle school teachers went to their buildings for the remainder of the afternoon.
“Bonjour, Madame M!” a girlish voice called out in French, and Cassie’s jaw dropped as she saw Abby, amateur stripper and cocksucker, waving from across the room. Her platinum blonde pixie cut still had turquoise streaks in it, and she looked presentable in a white button-down shirt tied at the bottom over high-waisted denim shorts.
“¡Hola, Señora M!” another voice laughed in Spanish, as Brandi stepped into view. Another amateur stripper who had double-teamed sucking Cassie’s husband’s cock with Abby two nights prior, Brandi wore an olive-green t-shirt under black overall shorts that matched her long coal-black hair.
Using the long walk across the cafeteria to compose herself, Cassie gave each girl a brief hug before stating the obvious. “So… you two are interns this year?”
“Oui,” Abby giggled, pronouncing it whey, Québécois style. “I’m teaching French and Brandi’s teaching Spanish, here at the high school.”
Brandi chimed in. “Sí. You were Tawny and Wanda’s science teacher, right?”
Cassie shook her head in disbelief, still processing this new information. “Yes, I’m at the middle school. Eighth grade.”
“Aw, so we won’t see each other!” Abby pouted.
“Well, about that—” Cassie began, glancing at a list of names in her hand, but was cut off by an announcement over the PA system.
“Welcome, everyone, interns and mentors!”
“We’ll talk later,” Cassie stage whispered, then headed to the front of the room.
“For those who don’t know me, I’m Superintendent Larry Hutchinson. We’ll eat in a moment, but first I want to introduce some folks who will be important for the interns to know right away.” He paused to indicate the four women standing beside him.
Abby nudged Brandi. “Look, it’s Mrs. M. Those other three have gotta be the school principals.”
Brandi nodded. “Yeah, they look badass, like Dynasty divas.”
Superintendent Hutchinson went on. “As anyone in education knows, it’s the front office secretary who really keeps the ship afloat. If you interns have any questions and don’t know whom to ask, these three ladies are your go-to resources.” Indicating each woman in turn, he continued, “Janet runs the elementary school, Joan runs the middle school, and Brenda runs the high school. They know where the bodies are buried, and if you need to bury a new body, they’ll know just where to put it,” he chuckled as his audience grappled with whether to laugh awkwardly along with him or keep silent.
“And finally,” he said with a flourish and a wave of his hand, “Cassie McDougal is not only our mentor teacher for middle school science, but also our host for the interns who will be living here in Ossipee instead of commuting from Plymouth or Durham. Cassie and her husband Kevin own a set of cottages on Lake Ossipee that they rent out in the summer, but for the third year running will graciously be hosting teaching interns, rent free, during the school year. Those interns who will be staying in the cabins should be sure to connect with Mrs. McDougal today after lunch and coordinate when you’ll be moving in.”
Cassie had been looking over a list of the interns, listed alphabetically, she would be hosting in the cabins.
Abby Devereaux (HS French)
Brandi Martínez (HS Spanish)
Bruce Cummings (MS Science)
…
“Jiminy effing Crickets,” Cassie groaned, then scanned the crowd until she saw him. Bruce was standing off to one side, grinning like the Cheshire Cat. He gave her a wink and a nod.
—
“Cassie, what’s the matter?” Kevin asked as he propped himself up on his elbows. “I’ve been eating your pussy for ten minutes and you’re still dry as the Sahara.”
Cassie sighed, “Ugh, I’m sorry, Kev,” tossing the copy of Penthouse on the floor beside the couch.
“You don’t have to be soary; what’s up?”
“For one thing, this Madonna layout is complete bullshit. Every year, they get their hands on some more nudie shots of her and make a big deal on the cover, and then it’s just a couple of old black and white photos of her boobs and hairy armpits.”
“Got it. Skip the ‘88 Madonna issue. And what’s the other thing?”
“It’s my new intern.”
“Oh, him. What was his name again, Brian?”
“Bruce. Bruce Cummings, to be precise.”
“Bruce, right. So, what about him?”
“He saw me buying this stupid magazine this morning—total stranger—and then an hour later at the school he’s smirking at me over his pasta salad and hinting about how he can’t wait for us to start working together.” Cassie shook her head in exasperation. “What an asswipe!”
“Sounds mildly inappropriate,” Kevin laughed. “And he’s staying in one of our cabins, right?”
“And he’s staying in one of our cabins!” Cassie repeated in frustration. “He’s probably going to ‘accidentally’ flash me when he’s swimming, just wait and see!”
“I don’t necessarily want to see that,” Kevin deadpanned. “But maybe you should take the bull by the horns.”
“Meaning what?” Cassie challenged him.
“Well, I mean…” Kevin hemmed.
“Spit it out, Mr. Spitz.”
“What if you take control of the situation? Let him fuck you and get it over with, so he doesn’t waste all that time trying to flash you or rub his elbow against your boob while he’s adjusting a Bunsen burner.”
Cassie felt a hot flash as the shock of Kevin’s suggestion hit her. “I see. And I suppose while I’m in Bruce’s cabin lighting his fire, you wouldn’t mind experimenting with Brandi and Abby next door, hmm?” she needled him.
“Oh, are they going to be sharing a cabin?” Kevin asked innocently. “I’d forgotten aboot that.”
“Ha!” Cassie snorted. “Fat chance.” She paused and cocked one eyebrow. “You know, it’s not a bad idea…” she mused while idly fingering herself. “What’s the worst that could happen? Maybe we do it once and Bruce gets over it.”
“Or maybe he wants to keep doing it, and then you can use that as motivation. If he does a good job all week at school, then he gets some play on Friday night, eh?”
“I think that would be an ethics violation,” Cassie laughed. “In that case, I’d probably need to ship him off to Dwayne, the high school chemistry teacher.”
“Good idea; Dwayne’s boobs aren’t as nice as yours.”
Cassie smiled. “I’ll take that as a compliment.” Splaying her pussy lips apart with her fingers, she began rubbing her clit. “All right, Mr. Spitz, hurry up and eat me out before the interns show up to look at their cabins.”
—
“Well, it sure is a pretty view,” Bruce said casually as he looked out the cabin window at the lake, then turned and ogled Cassie.
“Bruce, you’re gonna have to do better than that,” Cassie snickered. “Kevin used that same line on me when we first met here in 1968.”
“Okay,” Bruce laughed. “Let me try again.” He looked around the cabin, noting its insulated walls, small woodstove, and wool blankets stacked in a basket. “It sure looks cozy and inviting.”
“Oh yeah?” Cassie countered with feigned sarcasm while trying to keep a straight face.
“Yeah. Tight quarters, but that means it will be warm and snug.”
“All right, all right, you can stop,” Cassie laughed as she began unbuttoning her blue chambray shirt, revealing the plunging neckline of her American flag one-piece swimsuit. “You’re obviously hot for teacher and you brought your pencil; now I’m gonna give you something to write on.”
Bruce’s eyes bugged out in surprise, but he wasted no time pulling his t-shirt over his head to reveal his tanned, muscular chest. Cassie undid her final button and stood before him with her shirt open, then Bruce reached out and slid her shirt back over her shoulders, feasting his eyes on her shallow cleavage. Cassie shrugged her shirt off and let it fall to the floor, then pulled the neckline of her swimsuit down just enough to expose her trim tits, with the rest of the suit still hugging her slim curves.
Lurching forward, Bruce latched his mouth onto Cassie’s nipple and rolled it around with his tongue. Cassie threw her head back and groaned, then grabbed his groin and rubbed her hand up and down, feeling his cock grow through the fabric of his shorts.
They stood like this for a moment, with Bruce alternately sucking Cassie’s firm tits and Cassie stroking Bruce’s bulge, until she placed a hand on his chest and gently shoved him backwards onto the twin bed. Bruce lay back as Cassie unbuttoned his shorts, then he lifted his ass off the quilt as she slid his shorts and underwear down. She flung them aside while casting her eyes on his curved banana boner. Then, with a saucy look, Cassie leaned down and ran her tongue up the length of his swollen shaft from root to tip. She wrapped her lips around the head and sucked it softly as Bruce moaned and writhed and buried his fingers in her hair.
“C-Cassie—” he yawped, and she felt a warm, slippery sensation on her tongue before quickly pulling off and standing up straight.
“Did you just cum in my mouth?” she demanded in an accusing tone while eying his twitching dick and removing her own khaki shorts.
“Uh, just a trickle,” Bruce gasped. “I usually drop a couple of those before the big one.”
“I see,” Cassie smiled, clambering up onto the bed and hovering over him. “Now I’m going to drop it in your mouth and see how you like it.” And with that, she drooled into his open mouth, sharing the sweet and salty spunk with him while she ground her red and white striped crotch against his stiff dick.
“Wow, your pussy is hot!”
“You like that?”
“Damn, it’s gotta be 98.6 degrees…” Bruce trailed off with a small smile. Cassie gave him a confused look before he finished the joke.
“...Celsius.”
Cassie rolled her eyes, then mashed her mouth against his while continuing to grind her patriotic pussy against his pulsating penis. Breaking free of their oral embrace, she inched herself down his body until his dick was nestled between her bare boobs. Pressing her ribcage against his abdomen, she slowly jerked him off with her buoyant breasts until—
“Did you really just trickle again?” Cassie scolded him while looking down at the single spurt of cum between her tits.
“Do you really need to ask?” Bruce grunted with a crooked grin.
Shaking her head, Cassie stood up at the side of the bed. “Kevin already made me cum before you got here, so I’m ready to ride ‘em, cowboy.” With that, she peeled off her damp bathing suit and stepped out of it while Bruce ran his hand over her white ass and stared at her trimmed ginger bush. Crawling back on top of him, she ground her sopping wet cunt against his raging hard cock and swollen blue balls. Taking his thick dick in her dainty hand, she guided it inside and sank down onto his hips with a contented sigh.
Bruce placed one hand on her lower back and one on her stomach, timing his thrusts with her rhythm as she bounced above him. The line of cum between her tits glistened in the dappled late afternoon sun filtering through the pine trees outside the back window.
“Oh, fuck, you’re hitting my G-spot!” Cassie squealed. Bruce had heard rumors about this but had no idea what he was doing right, and he wisely continued fucking her without changing a thing. If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it, he thought with a smile. Cassie moaned and whimpered as she orgasmed, the waves of pleasure rolling slowly through her body as her juices splashed out onto him. Bruce slammed his cock into her and shot his full load of cum deep inside, grunting and growling as he climaxed along with her.
Cassie sat still, breathing heavily and savoring the feeling of Bruce’s cock filling her. With a seductive look, she swiped her hand between her heaving tits and licked the premature ejaculate off her fingers.
Bruce felt a warm caress on his balls. “Uh, I think my cum is leaking out.”
Cassie eased herself off him and took a peek. “Yup, you have cum on your balls,” she teased. “I’ll get you a towel.”
“Nah, don’t bother; I’ll just throw on some trunks and have a swim.”
Cassie feigned indignation. “You think anybody wants your cum in the lake? It’s Lake Ossipee, not Lake Ossicum.”
Bruce laughed. “So you’re saying I should have done my student teaching at Kearsarge High School and lived in Bradford?”
Cassie rolled her eyes at him for probably the fifth time that day. “All right, tell me. What’s in Bradford?”
“Lake Massasecum.”
“Ha, ha. I suppose you know what Kearsarge’s mascot is, right?”
Bruce thought for a second. “Actually, I don’t.”
Cassie leaned down and whispered in his ear while gently squeezing his slimy balls.
“Well, Mr. Cummings, they’re the Cougars.”
