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Chapter 13 - The Teacher continued

Virginia and the Drummer (part 1)

The next morning, as she is waking up, she hears from above "Just lay back and enjoy this, I always wanted to wake up a man this way, so put your hands behind your head and watch me suck your cock, without interference. " After that declaration, she can hear him grown, her slurping and the movement of his hips, pushing his cock into her mouth. After, what seems to be forever, a large groan and a satisfied sigh, she hears her say "Now that was worth it, wasn't it."

"Yes, that is the best way to wake up. Now check to see if anyone is our there and I'll meet you in the dinning car for breakfast"

"Ok, it clear, as for breakfast, I just had my new favorite and I'll plan on the same thing tomorrow."

Unable to control herself, the teacher parts the curtain and watches as a much smaller, wrinkled and softer cock goes by in front of her face. Leaning back, not to get caught, she has now seen one before and after sex. The before is more enjoyable but the after shows, though by the wetness and glistening she knew what it had been up to.

Picking up her book, she waits for the girl from upstairs gets down and goes to get dressed for the day. When the teacher hears her exit the car, she gets up and goes to the convince to get dressed.

When done, she heads into the dinning car. The servers are cleaning up the corner where the girls and the gamblers were last night and as they see her enter, one gets up and approaches her.

"A table for breakfast?" She asks. "We are having some trout, caught this morning in the river, eggs and fried potatoes. Would you like some canned milk, apple cider or water?"

"Just eggs, scrambled, with some ketchup please and some cider." she answers.

"We just have the latest new Heinz Ketchup, will that due?"

"Yes it will" as she sits at the last clean table. Reaching down, she picks up Huck and Jim to continue reading. As she starts to try and read the book, she find she is unable to read as she finds herself thinking about the cock she inspected, wondering if it was in the dinning car right now. Looking around, she finds herself looking, not at the faces she would normally look at, but at the crotches of the men in the room. Shaking her head, she tells herself, stop thinking about dicks in pants and read the good book in front of herself.

"Ma'am, may I join you, there are no clean, open seats?" She hears from behind her book.

Dropping the book, she finds herself looking into the crotch of the man before her. Blushing a bit, she looks up into his blue eyes and stammers "Yes, please join me" and hides behind the book again. She tries to go back to reading, but sees nothing but the outline of his cock in his tight pants. Sitting there, after the close up look at the cock last night, she finds she is thinking more and more about dicks and what she would like to do with and to them. The guy before her is an example of exactly she would want to fuck, but she can not appoach him. So behind the book she goes and squeezes her legs together, as the wetness grows.

The breakfast for her arrives just in time to keep from embarrassing herself, so she has to put the book down and looks across the table. Reaching for the cider she says "Good morning, sorry for ignoring you, I'm enjoying this new novel by Twain."

"Quite alright, I enjoy Twain myself. Meet him once in San Francisco, as he was leaving to do a series of articles on Hawaii. Fun man to talk with, we played pool for most of an afternoon. Did you hear he was once challenged to a duel in Virginia City, Nevada, over an article he wrote for the newspaper,  The Territorial Enterprise. He chose, as the weapons, mops dipped in pea soup over a pool table. The other realized he was being made fun of and quickly left town."

"I enjoyed his Travels Abroad and Tom Sawyer, so I've been looking forward to this one, a sequel to Tom Sawyer."

"If I may ask, where are you going?"

"St Elmo in Colorado, I've taken a teaching position there."

"I've been there, nice little mining town at the foot of Tin Cup Pass. A little rough for a lady like yourself, but being cleaned up."

"I know nothing about the town, I answered an advertisement is my school paper and as I have just graduated, I decided to take the great adventure. So here I am, embarking on a new life in the wild west, though it has been boring until now."

"What do you do, I did not get your name. Mine is Virginia."

"I'm Alex, short for Alexander, Walker. I'm a Whiskey Dummer."

"What's a Whiskey Dummer?"

"I travel through the west, selling whiskey to the different bars. If you're not careful, I'll start using my spiel on you. I just sold 28 barrels to the chef, to be scattered at each of the 14 stations from Dodge to Santa Fe, for the bars to refill their bottles."

"Refill their bottles, don't they buy it by the bottle?"

"Oh no, that would be too expensive. I sell them a barrel and include bottles to fill with different labels. To make it look like you get a choice. What the real choice is, Very Good (for special guests and the bartenders), good (for regular customers), and cheap (for anyone else). They are all rebottled at the bar, so you really do not know what you are getting. They are just trying not to poison anyone."

"Wow, I never thought about that, but I have had some whiskey, just don't know the difference."

Reaching down, he pulls a suitcase onto the table and opens it to show a series of different clear bottles, made slightly brown in color by the whiskey in them. "Would you like to try some to see the difference?" He asks, hopping for a yes. Maybe a little drink or two would make her a bit more willing for some playing in the afternoon.

"Yes, I'd like that. It would be nice to learn more about the drink that is conquering the West." Yes, he thinks that I'm going to get a loss of her inhibitions, and that could make for an interesting afternoon.

"This is top of the line from the Cardhu distillery in Kentucky. Try it, and you will have a base to try the cheaper versions I sell." As he pulls a shot glass from the bag and pours her a small amount.

"Tastes better than what my grandpa made in the back yard. A bit smoother, with a burnt oak flavor, it sells for $2.50 per gallon in a 5 gallon barrel."

"Ah, you recognize our difference, we store it in burnt oak barrels, this one for over 10 years. The next is the worst one I sell. It won't poison you, made from pure alcohol with tobacco for coloring and a mixture of secret herbs and spices, nothing dangerous. "

She now tries the next one, makes a face, and asks, "People like this?"

"No, but if it is the only thing available, they will drink it. It sells for 10 cents per gallon in a 10 gallon barrel. There is a $1.00 deposit on each barrel (the barrel is actually worth more than the whiskey)."

"This is the middle of the road whiskey, a year in a barrel. It sells for $1.00 per gallon, with a $1.00 deposit on the barrel" as he pours a light colored liquor into her shot glass.

She tries it and smiles and says, "This tastes like what I'm used to, and I starting to feel it. We need to stop for a bit before I drink more. Tell me about your travels, as you must do it a lot."

He leans in and starts talking about his travels, the people, and the things he's seen and enjoyed. She sits back, a little lightheaded, and reaches out to hold his hand as he talks. Time passes with a blur, and she finds herself enjoying this traveling salesman. Smiling to herself, she remembers the tales and jokes about them and realizes she hopes the tales are true, as she has over the last day become a bit horny.

"Sorry to interrupt, but we have to clean and set up for lunch. You are welcome to come back later when lunch is served, " the waiter says, as the rest are setting up a buffet for lunch.

"Sure, we will be glad to move if the lady wants."

Thinking a more private area would be nicer for what she wants to happen says, "Sure, any idea where we can go? My room is just a bed, so it is either the 3rd class carriage or somewhere else. " As she gets up, holding into the table for support. Standing up straight, she is able to walk, stiff legged with a hand out. Ready to bounce off the walls.

As she departs the carriage, the lady at the table says, "Well done." The drummer, hears but not sure he wants to know the reason.

Smiling, the drummer says, "We can sit in the 3rd class car or maybe my room, I'm in the 1st class carriage." He says as he guides her out and down between the 3rd class seats.

"No, not the 3rd class car, please," and she heads to the end of the carriage.

Next is the 2nd class carriage, made up as beds. Giggling, she says, "There is mine." Pointing at the curtain near the floor, "But I don't want to go there, as the fit for 2 is terrible. Let's go to your place and find something to do."

Stopping on the platform, between the cars, with the snow drifting by, she says "This may be too forward, but I'm looking for some fun with a man, no taking, holding hands or more drinks. I'm just drunk enough to be able to ask for what I want and not prissy foot around. I want to fuck you, but before that I want to play with each other, turn ourselves on and then fuck long and hard. Can you work with someone that forward, or do I need to be more demure about what I want?"

"No, I like the fact you say what you want. I have wasted more time trying to get into a woman's pants, than I had once I got there. My room is number 6." and turns her around, aims her at the door on the 1st class carriage, and slaps her butt to send her on her way. She jumps a little and turns around with a big grin on her face.

Stopping in front of his room, she turns and faces him and starts to undo the top buttons on her dress. Standing there, she continues to open the front of her dress, a button at a time. Looking up, from under her eyebrows, she says, "I feel so wanton, doing this in the hallway," as the last button comes undone. She lets the dress drop, revealing a sheer top, petticoats below and turning, the loosening of her top falling open as she steps into his room.

Walking to the other end of the room, she turns around and says, "Understand me, take your time and enjoy what you uncover. We have a lot of time here, so let's use it up, enjoying each other."

"Yes ma'am, I'm willing to do that. If you want, we can have lunch delivered and make an afternoon of it also."

"Do that before I undress you. Arrange it for in an hour or so, to be delivered. We should be done with the first pass by then. I hope you will be up for more, after lunch."

"Yes ma'am," I say, as I turn and head down the hall to arrange the delivery.

Upon returning, he fines her in the same place and position. Smiling at him, she says, "I've been waiting for this a long time, please remove my clothes."

"Yes, ma'am, I'll be happy to." As I steps forward to her. Reaching out, he pulls her under shirt over her head. Next, he unwinds the clothes wrapped around her chest, over her breasts, and then stands back, to enjoy the view.

Smiling, she again slides her hands under her breasts and holds them up for inspection.

Leaning down, he sucks a nipple into his mouth and twirls his tongue around the nipple, feeling it harden between his lips. He moves to the other side and hardens the other nipple. Standing back, he inspects his effort and leans back into kissing both tips. Lifting his head, he kisses her, forcing her back against the wall and lifting her hands over her head. Taking his other hand, he caresses her breasts and pinches the nipples, causing her to take a quick intake of breath.

Stepping back, he again inspects her and then steps in to untie the waist band of her under skirt. Letting it go, it drops to the floor in a pile around her feet. She is wearing a small skirt, covering her most desirable parts. Smiling, he steps forward and catches the sides of the garment. He slides it down as he falls to his knees. On his knees, he is looking directly at the light fur covering her pussy. She lowers her arm and watches as he slides his hands between her legs, spreading them wider as she moves her foot a little sideways. Leaning in, he uses his tongue to part the hair and lick the outer edges of her pussy. She takes a deep breath, moving her feet further apart, she allows him access to her pussy's lower lips.

Taking advantage of this, he takes a hold of her hips, and moves her to the bed. Lying there, with her legs wide and her pussy glissading before him, he leans in and finds it slick from the bottom to the top. As he licks, she lifts her hips up, following the track of his tongue. He gets to the top, flicks her clit and causes her to jump. This is the first time she has been treated to this and is laying there and watching, wide eyed as he proceeds to devour her pussy. The effect of this new and different attack is to drive her level of being turned on to maximum. Arching her back and shoving her pussy against his tongue, she cums for the first time, caused by someone else. Shuttering and gasping for air, her orgasm lasts long enough to cause him to pull back and wonder what is going on.

Looking up at his worried face, she laughs and says "You just given me the best orgasm in my short love life. I expect you to repeat it later today, but now it is your turn. Stand up and step back. As soon as I can stand, I'm going to strip you and do to you what you just did to me."

Smiling down at her, he says, "Do your best." Spreading his hands and waiting for the nude woman below him to get to her feet.

She stands up with a little stagger and leans against the wall for support. The drink, the orgasm and the fact of being necked in from of a man for the first time overpowered her and makes her stop and look around. Reaching out, she slides the spenders off his shoulders and leans in to kiss him.

Leaning back and being a little unsteady on her feet, she reaches out and starts to unbutton his shirt. As button after button becomes undone, his chest becomes more exposed. Pealing his shirt off his shoulders, she leans in and sucks on his tinny nipples. They become as hard as hers did under the same treatment and he takes a breath, enjoying what she was doing.

Standing up, she now reaches for his pants, held up only by his hips, and pulls them down, exposing his long johns. she pulls them down, exposing h8s cock before her. She drops to he knees and has him step out of his clothes. Sitting back on her heals, she sees his cock for the first time. This cock was now hers to explore, play with and in just a moment, suck on. Turning him, with his back to the bed, she shoves him down onto the bed and gets between his knees. His dick is now standing straight up, between her face and his stomach..

Leaning in, she starts to inspect it, as she has never been able to touch one this close to her, and runs her fingers lightly up and down the shaft. The feeling is a light softness, with a hardness within. Grasping the shaft, she slides her hand up and back down in the looseness of the skin on the shaft. Looking at the head, it was not covered like the one from last night.

"This dick is different from the others I've seen. The tip is showing why, " she asks the man, who's dick she is now holding.

"I'm Jewish, and I've been circumcised, that is I've had the fore skin removed from my dick. It supposed to also help with the feeling of using the cock, mainly in fucking and being sucked."

"That sounds interesting, I think I'll try the sucking out." and she leans in and licks the length of his cock. Circling around the tip of his cock, she sees him jump as her efforts triggers his hips.

Leaning in she sucks his dick deep into her mouth, and starts to move it in and out, as if to fuck her mouth. Smiling as her looks down, he reaches down and using his hands, guides her into an actual fucking of her face. Almost choking on his dick, she leans back and continues to look over his dick. Holding the cock up, she discovers his balls. Leaning down she licks the sack, finds it a little salty and a little sweaty. Finding it an interesting taste, she pulls the balls into her mouth and rolls them around. Pulling back, she licks up the shaft again too the head. Over the top of the shaft, she starts to suck on him again.

This time, she means to get him off, just a he did her. Up and down, or in and out, however you count it, she sucked long and hard. Feeling him move his hips, when she sucked in such a way to have his dick slide into the side of her mouth, she does it again. Faster, deeper and with more suction, she gets more reactions and as she works, better reactions. Using her hand on the lower shaft, she starts to bounce her head, sucking hard. He starts to moan and buck his hips, trying to get his cock deeper into her mouth. His hand come down onto her head and starts to control her timing of the strokes in her mouth. One time, as she sucked him deep into her mouth, he shoved her head down and passed her chocking point, cutting off her air and lodging his cock in her throat. Holding her there, he pumped his hips up and arched his back. She pulled back, hard against his hands and popped his dick out of her mouth.

Sitting up, she slaps his dick and says, through a rough voice, "Do not hold me down like that again, I can't breathe. If you do, I'll bite you."

He looks down at her and says "Sorry, won't happen again, it's just you were doing so great, I wanted it all and deep throating is the best possible mouth fuck there is for a man. Maybe later we can try it with a little help from you?"

"I will need some warning and practice before attempting that again. Understand, I'm not saying no, I'm saying when I get some practice. Speaking of practice, lay back and spread those legs, I want to get you off by sucking on you and feel you cum in my mouth."

Bowing to the inevitable, he leans back, his dick slightly softer and waits for her to continue the search of his orgasm. Leaning in, she takes his dick in hand and lowers her head over it and sucks it in, cheeks hollow from the suction and the blood being brought back into the shaft. Up and down goes her head, as she works on getting him off. His hips start moving as he fucks her face, driving his cock deeper into her mouth. She slows down, enjoying the feel of his cock on her lips, in her mouth and the movement within her face.

He arches his back, freezes in position and says, "I'm going to cum. Where do you want it?"

Her answer is to suck him in, harder and deeper, holding the shaft still and grabs his balls. He explodes into her mouth and hits the back of her mouth, chocking her. Pulling back, with her lips still over the tip, she catches the second stream and is able to swallow, before the next one. He drops back onto his back, and continues to pump a few more strands of cum, each smaller than the previous ones.

Sitting back, she switches it around her mouth, tasting the cum, deciding she likes the taste and swallowing.

Looking down at him, spread eagled on the bed, his cock shrinking before her, he waves her down to him and kisses her. She is surprised, because she had just had a mouth full of his cum. He smiles at her and says "If you can kiss me after I had eaten you to an orgasm, then I should be able to do the same after you give me a blow job, especially after such a good one."

She snuggles up under his arm and reaching down, takes his floppy cock in her hand and falls asleep in his arms. He looks down at her, snuggled into his side, hand holding into his cock and falls asleep with her.

Later at just about lunch time, there comes a knock at the door and a voice saying "Lunch for two, I'm setting it just outside your door, enjoy yourselves and maybe even eat something more then each other." and with a laugh, the voice walks down the hall way.