In highly industrial societies such as the United States, the family the basic unit of society has been undergoing a severe strain in recent years. And in the light of massive divorce statistics, it would appear that the very concept of monogamous marriage is under attack.
Both psychologists and sociologists agree that modern urban man feels the shattering impact of marriage strain the most, even though the basic family unit fits well into the modern pattern of suburban family living. But, according to many qualified observers, the basic family unit deprives its members of important sources of emotional security and freedom. The basic family unit, they argue, is too narrow a structure to be thoroughly stable, and its rules are too confining for the well-being of each family member.
Alvin Toffler in his monumental work, Future Shock, says it is the increasing mobility of young American families that is producing dramatic changes in their life styles. No longer do younger people expect or aspire to spend most of their productive working days in the service of one company, as was the tendency in years past. The trend in a high-energy, mobile society, such as ours, is for young workers to travel more and change jobs as they become more skilled often peddling their skills and services to the highest bidder. Along with the tide of changing life patterns, Toffler argues, there is a trend for mobile young couples to marry and remarry often changing partners almost in tempo with passing jobs and scenes.
So goes the argument and prediction.
Certainly this is a behavior area in which there is no right or wrong opinion. It is a matter of individual need in most instances, of personal experience and conviction. And yet, no unbiased thinking person would deny the important role the institution of monogamous marriage had played, and is still playing, in the country's development.
Sociologists and anthropologists remind us that every society has its taboo words and rules of conduct which often stand out in glaring contradiction to those of other societies. Regardless of who might be considered "right" or "wrong", it is important to remember that ofttimes the circumstances of life force the noblest of persons, including those with the best of intentions, to forsake if only temporarily the dictates of conscience and lifelong rigid moral codes.
But those who stumble need not fall; and if they should fall, they need not remain on their knees, reflecting on guilt or jealousy. For if a picture is truly worth a thousand words, an ounce of experience put to productive use is worth possibly more.
Confronting directly the explosive problems of guilt and jealousy to be found in the traditional moral code, this story unfolds a memorable parable of sexual passion and infidelity that brilliantly illuminates our contemporary situation. This novel is a narrative of sustained, intense emotion that almost any sensitive reader will be forced to re-evaluate his or her marriage relationship, and this re-evaluation will, in most instances, result in the reader being thankful for the strength of his own union.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
"Welllll!" John Landsdowne beamed as they sat down at a table in the pleasant Coq d'Ete Restaurant. "It's certainly nice to get away from the same old routine!"
Kay Woodruff, silver and soft, in a silver fox collar and bleached silvered hair, tried to purr like the kitten she wished to appear, but the purr turned into a shudder. She could not help thinking that there was nothing more routine in her life than going to dinner with elementary school principals and listening to routine remarks like the one John had just made. She decided that some day soon she was going to sit down and make herself remember every instance of just such a remark under the same circumstances and begin to keep score. Perhaps it would get her into the Guinness Book of World Records. The same old routine! As far as Kay was concerned, it was men who were the same old routine! She was beginning to think that there was a book of instructions for principals that explained what to say to their teachers, especially when they took them out to dinner. This would explain why all of the principals she had ever dated always said the same thing. Well, this was a fine start for a date that she had made up her mind she was going to enjoy. Kay's problem was that she found men terribly dull, grown men anyway.
Yet they all fluttered over the voluptuous woman. Every principal Kay had ever worked for had taken her out to dinner, at least. It did not matter whether or not he was married, each and every principal of every age group from thirty to seventy had taken her somewhere. She had noticed with amusement that if he were married, the man often made his pass right away and was incredulous when she demurred. With the married ones she had an excuse, of course, to hang on to what they thought was her chastity. She could generally make them feel that if it were not for that little old marriage, she would be most interested. This made them very paternal for the rest of her stay at the schools. The unmarried ones, like John Landsdowne, could afford to spend more time courting, and all she could do was string them along with a date now and then until the term was over or something broke. The only thing she cared about was keeping the principal happy enough in whatever school she was teaching so that if trouble developed over her passion for her pupils in her fourth grade room, the principal would stand as friend, not foe.
While John studied the menu, Kay amused herself by trying to decide how old he was. Needless to say, she had not been interested enough to inquire of the other teachers. She had not worked for the Cull School very long, but had come to town the end of last year, after an unfortunate episode that left her without work the last three months of the year, to inquire for substitute work. She would not do regular teaching except fourth grade, she said. Incredibly, the fourth grade teacher at Cull was just about to leave to have a baby, and Kay moved into her job. So here she was, starting a new year in the same school as the previous year. It didn't happen very often, although, come to think of it, the time spent in each school was beginning to lengthen. She was undoubtedly becoming more proficient in handling problems. John had wanted to take her out before the summer, but the sudden work load of a new position gave her plenty of excuse to turn him down. She never gave in before she had to.
Now as she finally sat opposite him in the restaurant, the mischievous thought crossed her mind as she took her first really good look at him that he would have done better to take her some place where the lighting was more subdued for the age lines in his face tended to contradict the coal black color of his hair. It was dyed, she decided, and thought what a good looking man he would be if he would let his hair turn to its natural gray. Self-consciously she reached up to pat the roll of her own unnaturally colored silver hair. Now she dyed her hair to change the color to appear more attractive, not to hide her age. Of course, she thought charitably, perhaps at his age, whatever it might be, she might want to do the same.
She sighed. She had answered his few clipped questions about food and drinks and felt the burden of silence. She had had a martini at home and here was another. Maybe drinking would stimulate the conversation, she thought brightly, but then sourly recalled that it never did. What happened to little boys in the course of growing up, she wondered, nibbling at her olive. They lost their glow, their fervor about life. Everything they said sounded as though they were reading from a TV prompting card. Maybe it was herself. She had considered that because she sometimes thought of doing crazy things when she was out with them, like pulling the tablecloth off onto the floor or going to the ladies room and not returning or even going to sit with someone else she saw elsewhere in the room. Sometimes her restlessness got so strong it took all her will power to keep herself clamped in place. Well tonight she was . . .
"How come you're not married? Remember, you were going to explain it all to me over our first martini together," John was saying, interrupting her own thoughts.
She had to say something and she could not recall promising any such thing. "You sound as though you're accusing me of a crime!" They always did sound that way. It was a game of paying compliments to her. If they paid enough compliments, she might pay off...later.
"It is a crime," he stated.
"Then you're a fellow criminal, I should gather," she said, almost yawning and reaching for her martini again. God, it was almost gone! Then, because he didn't answer, she continued. "After all, you're not married . . . . " she caught her tongue. The waitress had come to the table with more martinis, and just that slight interruption gave her time to reconsider the rest of her statement. She had almost blurted out that he was older than she was. She was thirty five, but she didn't know how young he thought he looked. It would be politic not to risk wounding him for more reasons than one. A principal can make a teacher's life miserable, she had learned in her early years.
She had refused to date the first principal she had ever worked for. He was married and ages older than herself, it seemed to her, and even as a beginning teacher she knew she had no interest in grown men and intended to play the game fairly. She knew that the principal had wanted a sexual adventure when he asked her out, and since she knew she would not come across, she had refused. At that naive age, she thought everything revolved around justice. She hadn't thought it fair to allow him to spend his money for nothing. Now she was willing to let them pay for the dream of laying her because now she realized that a man got the same bang out of dating and losing that he got out of holding a bat at home plate even if he couldn't have seen the ball if it were rolled to him.
Anyway, her first principal punished her in various ways, the most irritating of which was sitting in the back of her class for a short time and then complaining to her later about her teaching methods, which he had seen but a part of, understood none of, and had not way to judge the results.
"A penny for your thoughts," the dark-haired John Landsdowne said. The waitress had gone.
Kay disregarded the trite form of the question and put all her effort into being sweet and soft and kitteny. She twittered a little laugh. "They were not very earth-shaking. For some reason I was thinking of the first job I had."
Oh?" with studied interest.
"It was nothing really. I was teaching spelling one day, and in the class we had developed a routine of doing it, sounding the words out together and looking for the way the word could be easily recalled." He seemed interested. "I still do it, you know, like find the little word 'gum' in the big one 'argument' so the child will remember to drop the 'e' of 'argue' when he spells 'argument! The principal didn't like the method!" She was bordering on an urge.
"Why?"
What the hell, she thought. I'll try the truth and see what happens. "I wouldn't go out with him," she offered as the most logical of reasons.
John laughed heartily, too heartily, and she realized that it had been the right thing to say. He took it as a compliment. It was not until that moment that she saw another martini at her place. She knew as she watched his pride swell that she was going to need it.
John's ego was bolstered, in fact, by what seemed an indication that she did not date just anyone who asked her. His pride promptly brought to life everything else of which he was proud. He told her that he had not always been a principal or even a teacher but a garage mechanic. After he had been divorced, he had decided to go to college at thirty eight and start a new life for himself, not that he didn't tinker with cars now and then she should call him first if she had any problems with her own but he had certainly never regretted the change.
She wondered if he noticed the slip he had made about his age, and the divorce was something about him she had not known. She was on the brink of asking him if he had any children, but he required no questions to keep talking now. The dinner was served somewhere in between his third and fourth year of college and then he calmed down in between bites and in those spots, was relatively quiet. Kay looked him over as he ate, trying to find something different about him, something that would distinguish him from the sea of principal-faces she had gazed at and listened to across many a restaurant table. She wanted to find something individual about him, something that would excite her. Surely there had to be something wrong with herself that she could not do so!
She had given herself a good, thorough going over lately. The fact that she didn't like men had to be her own fault. Surely her way of life was out of the ordinary, in fact, perverted, when she dared face it! While getting ready for this date, Kay had made the firm decision that since John Landsdowne was single, she was going to give a grown man a try. She had had an excellent conversation with herself about it all. She was going to try to stimulate the relationship for a change, or at least explore it more closely than she ever had. She had taken a big step when she had worn her fuchsia dress with the silver fox collar, a very revealing garment that she ordinarily wore only in her own living room for her special 'company.'
She had even convinced herself to look forward to the evening with some feeling of anticipation. True, she had had to pretend that the little boy inside of him was coming instead of the polite, inelastic, thoroughly trained gentleman that the little boy of long ago had become when he grew up. And when the adult image began to intrude again, she banished John Landsdowne from her mind and pretended to be dressing for herself. Once she had decided to wear the fuchsia dress, she had slipped into it quickly before she changed her mind. She knew she was walking the edge of normalcy, ever ready to slip back into her perverted yearnings again. If she slipped back, the dress would come back off. She was going to try to take this relationship past the protector-and-kitten stage, find in herself the same wells of passion for a grown man that she so easily found for little boys!
The fuchsia dress was a provocative garment designed to arouse and pique the most stubborn male libido, though she doubted that she needed it with a grown man. It was more useful with the little virgin boys of her class. What she was hoping was that wearing it would stimulate her. She remembered gazing at herself in the vanity mirror as she got ready, half a martini on her dresser. She had picked up her brush and run it through her silver hair, patting it under the soft roll that rested on her shoulders. She had then recognized that her reasons for the seductive attire were entirely personal, that dressed sexily she could stimulate herself. She took a narcissistic pleasure in admiring her own symmetrical loveliness, her amply rounded tits and narrow waist, the generous arch of her slender hips and the long white columns of her firmly contoured thighs and shapely calves, all so alluring through the slits and gossamer veil of some of the dress. She could anticipate a man's reaction. The silver fox around the neckline kept it sweet and the rest of her charms were more enhanced by the daring dress than by absolute nakedness.
The sound of John's fork clicking on his teeth brought her out of her reverie, and she noticed through her lowered lashes that the provocative dress she had worn was doing what she thought it would do to John. As he cut and ate his steak, she received the distinct impression that it was she he was shoveling into his mouth on his fork. And as soon as she looked up, he diverted his gaze from her neckline. She honestly tried to feel delighted by his hungry attention. Desperately she shimmied her body inside her bra to see if she could make her nipples harden. Glancing around, she saw that no one could see her so she even tickled herself a little as best she could between the legs. Nothing. Of course, there was one way.
Now Kay laughed almost aloud to herself, a whisper of a gasp escaping her lips. It was a soft cynical sound spiked by the influence of three martinis. She knew that the man across from her was admiring her seductively clad body. She sipped from her glass, her smile with its little turned down corners of the mouth unintentionally dripping a tipsy irony. It had all seemed so simple when she was looking at herself in the mirror, this business of helping him seduce her by seducing herself. She realized now that the only she was going to get an obscene desire to permeate her sensuously beautiful body was to think of Phil Kiley, little nine year old Phil Kiley. Briefly she remembered Jeff, but he was better forgotten now. He was ten this year and his room was in the school across the street. Ten was really too old. Kay again sipped from her glass and giggled tipsily. She was blissfully drunk, she suspected, and enjoying a velvety sensation that distracted her attention from John even as she contemplated finding a way to seduce herself for him.
"I think you better hurry, if you can," John suddenly said, concerned. "The concert starts at 8:30."
She looked down at her plate and saw that she had barely begun, and now that she took a good look at it, the steak looked scrumptious. Maybe she could seduce herself at the concert!
John was engrossed with the music, but Kay was uncomfortably aware that she was dangerously tipsy. She had valiantly refused a second glass of dinner wine, and had volunteered to skip the cordial in favor of getting to the concert on time. It would be very embarrassing to fall asleep, but she knew there was enough alcohol in her to make her drowsy if she were not careful. The problem with a concert was that there were no colors and movements to help her keep her eyes open. Everyone in the orchestra wore black, and their instruments were brown mostly. She soon found that watching the bows saw up and down on the violins was more sleep-producing than alcohol. Desperately she tried to think of what would happen when they left the concert hall, if anything happened at all. Maybe this was a good time to consider her sexual idiosyncrasy and see if she could get something, if not raging, at least kindled in her body for John. With this in mind, she deliberately thrust her hand through his arm and into his folded hands on his lap. He didn't look at her, but he did give her hand a welcoming squeeze. Now she told herself, He had been to see her just the night before. She had worn the same dress she had on tonight. She remembered him at the door, his innocent but lively blue eyes shining up at her, his red hair neatly combed, smiling broadly with those lovely teeth of his.
Kay was aware of shuddering with the thrill of remembering. Perhaps John would think it was a reaction to the music. But Phil was so handsome. She remembered how she had kept a certain aloofness for awhile, opening the door to the boy with a bit of a chill, but then walking in front of him toward the center of her living room so that the lights in the room would give her dress an exciting, fiery quality, not of flame. What she loved about fuchsia was that it had a snap and crackle quality that promised a flame inside, but one that would come to life with deliberateness and a little effort on a boy's part.
She had carefully moved her hips just enough to swivel her ass a little. She had caught the child's expression of astonished awe as he stood in the doorway after he had noticed her provocative gown. He had openly stared then, his blue eyes racing over her veiled charms in apprehensive but openly spontaneous excitement. Spontaneity, that's what she like about little boys! Anyway, it was obvious he had never seen a woman in such a beautiful and revealing gown and had certainly not expected Miss Woodruff to be wearing such a thing for their lesson.
"Sit down," she had to tell him at least three times that she remembered. Finally he sat. Brahms melted into the soft love song she had playing on her phonograph.
Wow, little Phil Kiley was thinking, Miss Woodruff sure had pretty legs! Whatever she was wearing under that flimsy gown went right up to her crotch! (For she had not worn the underslip!) He could even see that mound puffing out in front, but not very well, and her big tits! God! They were just barely tucked inside the thing, swelling up all around with just a narrow crack running down between them, like they were going to jump out over that silver fur at any second.
"Sit down, Phil," Kay repeated, pointing toward the couch as she placed her paper and pencils on the coffee table. She was pleased that he had ogled her to the fullest extent during those long seconds. His delightfully big blue eyes were bugging out of his head, and there was no mistaking the telltale rise at the crotch of his trousers. Kay could barely conceal her excitement as she gazed at his eager face. God, she could almost taste him! "Would you like something to drink while we study?" she asked.
"I think...I don't think so, thank you, Miss Woodruff."
Kay slid onto the couch beside him, a distance away, one leg bent beneath her to sit upon, her other leg protruding from the slit in the dress so that her creamy white flesh shone in the light halfway along her smoothly molded thighs. God, what a delight he was going to be!
"Did you bring your book? she asked in a cold tone directly contradictory to the visual image she was projecting.
"Uh...yes! Yes!" he said, sitting up straight and all business-like to the coffee table, opening his geography book in front of him.
"Phil," she started with a sigh. "You are such a bright boy I can't imagine how you failed that test." She saw the boy's eyes burn red a little.
"I...I don't know," he muttered. He wished he knew how to get Miss Woodruff to stop talking to him in class while the other kids were getting their work done, but every time, like now, when he tried to speak up about it, the words seemed to choke in his throat. She would give the class a test, for example, and then stand over beside his desk next to the windows and chatter to him about silly things like getting the janitor to fix the heat in the room or what colors she liked or what colors he, Phil, liked, all kinds of crazy things. It was embarrassing and it interfered terribly with his work. Yet he looked at her now in that filmy red dress that hardly covered...maybe it was all worth it, just to see her like this. Suddenly she was leaning toward him and he couldn't take his eyes from the scooped neck of her dress where those big tits were going to...Christ, what held them in there?
"Have you been flirting with your girl friend instead of studying?" she whispered with a mischievous smile.
"What girl friend?" he asked stoutly.
"Don't you have a girl friend?" she asked innocently.
"No!" his eyes big with wonder. The teacher did not seem so cold anymore. She didn't seem terribly interested in geography either.
Kay continued to smile. "That's hard to understand," she said whisperingly, "a handsome young boy like you. If I were in the fourth grade, I'd love to be your girl friend. I'd sneak out to the show with you, maybe even kiss you in the back row . . . "
For a long moment, Phil just sat and stared at her. "You would!" he asked, dumbfounded.
"Of course I would, darling," she laughed warmly. "Tell you what, we'll just pretend that I'm your girl friend, okay? Would you like that? Would you sneak out to the show with me?"
His eyes alternated between her eyes and her bulging tits. "You're kidding, Miss Woodruff! "AT...are you going to wear that...that dress?"
She really laughed then. "Oh, I was thinking of a show right here, with this couch for a back row!" She saw his face flush. "Would you kiss me in the back row of the show?" she taunted, knowing now that she had him for certain, the excited stirring in the front of his pants now blatantly obvious. "I mean, really kiss me like a girl should be kissed so she knows that her boyfriend cares about her?" She saw him swallow nervously as he stared at her, and unable to speak, nod his head affirmatively and also emphatically.
Kay reached over and closed his book, then slithered along the couch toward him, turning all kitteny and soft, wiggling close enough so that she knew that he could smell the fragrance she wore. Finally, with her eyes devouring him, her petulant lower lip quivering slightly, she said, "Show me, Phil. Show me how you would kiss me if I were your girl friend and we were in the last row of the movies!"
The young boy's entire body trembled with excitement. He shuddered spasmodically. His hands were clasped together now, his fingers intertwining, not seeming to know what to do with themselves. He could not have repeated back to her anything she said, his brain was in such a whirl. It was like going to the carnival and riding all the rides over and over until finally the lights went out and the carnival man closed the doors.
"You sweetheart, you," Kay hissed lecherously, reaching out and letting her arms slowly encircle him, drawing him to her. "No one will ever know whether or not you passed the geography test," she whispered, "Not even you," she added, encompassing him within the aura of her sensual charms, her full tits flattening against the solidness of his young chest, her wriggling belly brushing his. Then she kissed him tenderly, her mouth closed still yet with warmth and passion.
Kay sensed his strong nine year old hands clasping at her slender waist through the wispy material of her fuchsia gown, not searchingly, but with guarding protectiveness, bracing himself as she let her lips part and her pink tongue seek the freshness of his sweet young mouth.
This was a Fourth of July carnival! Phil thought crazily, his brain racing in wild excitement. What was she doing? Was she just teasing him or something? Did he really pass the geography test and this was a prize? Wow! Whatever was happening, he couldn't believe it! He just couldn't believe that Miss Woodruff, the fourth grade teacher at Cull Elementary School was kissing him!
But what else could a guy call it? Right at that very moment she was kissing him, her lips all hot and moist. She was holding him in a crunching grip against her flattened tits, and...and there was her tongue trying to wedge into his mouth! Christ all mighty! He couldn't decide whether he liked the frigging tongue! But oh, man, his aching cock was as hard as a gym rail and jerking like a cowboy on a bucking horse!
Excitedly dominated by her lust for young boys, which she had never understood, Kay held the amazed boy tightly within her arms while she smothered his smooth innocent face and lips with ardent kisses, one slender hand finally moving down to his lap to find the swollen outline of his straining, puffing cock inside his tight-fitting pants. She felt him tremble and gasp in her embrace at her touch, a galvanic sensation racing through her belly as she traced the erectly hardened member delicately with thumb and forefinger, not at all displeased with its promising youthful length and thickness.
"Aaaaahhhhhh, Phil, it feels so harrrdddd," she whispered against his panting mouth. "It must hurt, all cramped inside there like that. Here, let Miss Woodruff take it out so that it can stiffen right up straight for her!"
Phil could only grunt in mounting tension, feeling her hand first softly caressing, then suddenly unzipping his fly to ease inside his cotton shorts and smooth over the trembling surface of his pelvis, her groping fingers finally wrapping right around his urgently jerking cock-shaft, completely destroying him. He couldn't have stopped her if he wanted to! Crazy tingles of unprecedented agitation charged through his loins up into his belly. Frig! If this was a prize, he was going to study like hell. He'd take all the prizes she had to give out! She had his ramrod-hard cock right in her hand, and...and she was stroking it, sliding the loose outer skin up and down, up and down. Now...now she was feeling his balls!
"Oooohhhhhh, Phil, you sweetheart! You feel so good to me." The lust-crazed teacher breathed hotly into his mouth, her feminine aroma and taste about to blow his inexperienced young mind! "Let's go into the bedroom and take our clothes off and get naked. Want to?"
Poor Phil couldn't answer. There was such a large lump in his throat that he would have sworn he had swallowed his tongue if he couldn't feel it trembling in his mouth like a cornered animal. Now she was smiling at him, her moist red lips half opened, her long-lashed, sultry brown eyes, the deepest eyes he had ever seen, speaking to him of secret wonders. Oh man, he knew he shouldn't! But hell, he sure was going to! Yeah man, he was going to do whatever she said! What else could he do? He couldn't get his teacher mad at him and fail all his tests, could he? God, she was so beautiful. He had never known a young woman like her with silver hair before. Her tits were practically bursting right out over that silver fur at the neck of her dress! He had to see them bare! He had to see all of her, her pussy and her ass! Oh damn, she was stroking his throbbing cock again!
"I guess you don't want to go into the bedroom and get naked with me," she suddenly pouted, and for a minute his heart froze, briefly suspicious that she had been teasing him all along. But then she squeezed his pulsating cock meaningfully. "I was feeling kind of hungry," she added pruriently, slowly lowering her head downward in front of him until it was poised right over his lead-hardened shaft of hot cock-flesh.
Even though he could not see the actual penetration, Phil sensed his eyes bugging as he felt her hand at the base of his desperately aching cock, drawing down the foreskin from the sensitive glans, and second later the intoxicating contact of her wet flicking tongue with the split at its tip, wiggling hotly into it, sending frenzied jolts of lascivious excitation charging helter-skelter throughout his young body. He grunted loudly and then felt her softly enclosing lips slipping over his prickling stone-hard cock-head, down...down...until he would have sworn she had sucked the whole length of his excitedly spasming prick into the shelter of her velvety mouth! Her wet tongue lashed and he could feel the pressure of her sucking cheeks drawing on it for a long moment before she slowly raised her head, sucking her way up off it until she was smiling into his mesmerized face once more.
"Wouldn't you like to play with me, Phil, darling?" she whispered sensuously, the beautiful lips that had just been wrapped around his cock glistening, reflecting the lamplight in their ruby-like dampness.
He tried to swallow the huge lump that was in his throat, but he just couldn't. He nodded dazedly but enthusiastically while she laughed in warmth and understanding sympathy, taking his young hand and drawing him up from the couch to lead him down a little hall with his arched cock sticking right out of his fly and waggling crazily as he walked.
Hell! He'd never be the same after this! Imagine him, of all the guys in the class! And even of all the guys bigger than him, the men you'd think a gorgeous teacher like Miss Woodrull would prefer, men like Mr. Landsdowne, for example!
CHAPTER TWO
His blue eyes fixed on the beautiful body that she was about to reveal completely to him, Phil Kiley watched Kay slip out of her beautiful fuchsia dress, a lewd little smile of dominance teasing her beautiful mouth as she slowly wriggled the veils downward, exposing her roundly pointed tits with their hard, cherry-like nipples right before his feverish eyes, the two luscious mounds swaying provocatively to the taunting undulation of her hips when she pressed the wispy garment down over the, the soft fur sliding down her curvaceous body so that it looked as though she were stepping out of a fussy silver mouth. Now her navel was peering over the silver fox, then the small bowl of her belly, and then the sparse dark pussy-hair between her tapered legs. He was surprised to see that her pussy hair was not the same silver as the hair on her head, but he supposed there was no reason such differences could not happen. Finally, her whole naked cunt was unveiled to him! God, he could see its pink slit up between the milk-white columns of her velvety thighs!
Then the beautiful fourth grade teacher stretched and turned around to slowly bend over and pick up the gown at her feet, her tautly smooth asscheeks spreading slightly with the movement, giving the astounded nine year old boy a fleeting peek at her snug, hair-fringed cunt as well as the tightly puckered little hole centered in the deep crack between her asscheeks.
At this point the lecherous desires that inflamed Kay's body made her feel as though her skin were going to burn off from the inside and only the lewd contemplation of obscene acts permeated her brain. She moved toward the little boy standing in motionless but aroused trepidation, his stiffened young cock still protruding teasingly from his opened fly, and as she slowly crowded closer to him, she took both his hands to place them on her jutting white tits while with her own she reached down and clasped his swollen rod or rigidly bloated flesh, but then she left it to unbutton his shirt.
"We'll undress you now, Phil darling," she whispered seductively, kissing him first as she tenderly stroked his eagerly thrusting cock once more before finishing with his shirt. Impelling sensations of salaciousness were rippling through her tingling loins and into her belly as he stood subserviently defenseless against the beguiling wanton charms of her torrid body, his young hands exploring her voluptuous tits with ungovernable adolescent eagerness.
The lewdly abandoned older woman removed his shirt and kissed his young chest, laving the tiny nipples of his barely developing breasts with her darting, wet tongue-tip, finally trailing it moistly downward over his belly and navel as she lowered herself to her knees and unhitched his belt, tugging both pants and shorts down over his slender hips and lean ass, her hungry deep brown eyes feasting on his eagerly rigid white cock jutting out from his shiny hairless pelvis and his young balls hanging between his wiry little legs. God, he was a handsome little boy! She leaned forward and kissed the tip of his struggling cock, extending her pink tongue so that he could see it wriggling into the tiny split of his glans while she tenderly caressed and cupped his balls.
The nine year old redhead gasped and grunted, staggering backward and nearly falling from the trap of his pants bunched down around his ankles. " U u uuuggggghh hhh!"
From her kneeling position Kay tittered excitedly and guided him back to the bed and down onto it, removing his shoes and other clothing, then spreading his legs wide, she drew his lean little asscheeks to the edge, clasping his now desperately jerking cock between thumb and forefinger at its base. She pulled back its loose foreskin and slipped her hotly clasping mouth down hungrily onto it.
"Uuuuuunnnnnggggghhhh!" Once again the young boy choked out a groaning gasp as he raised to his elbows to watch the beautiful woman who was frantically sucking his cock, her silver hair sparking in the bedroom light. Oh, wow! He hoped she'd never stop! He'd never had any kind of a girl before, not even one to walk with her arm around him like Ted had Geri, but God! What girl did he know who could compare with Miss Woodruff? Ooohhhhh, darn! She was stopping again!
Kay rose from her knees, "Crawl up on my bed now, Phil sweetheart," she said huskily. As soon as he obeyed, she lay down beside him and began to smooth her hand lustfully over his strongly youthful frame, feeling the young muscles tense as she explored every one of his bumps and hollows. The lush lips that had fastened around his stone-hard cock now found his lips and her wet tongue darted forcefully into his mouth like a pink pointed prick while she lifted one thigh on top of his, pressing her down-covered pussy mound tightly against his hip with a provocative circling motion.
"Aaaahhh, my little lover, I'm going to make you the happiest boyfriend a girl ever had," she hissed in a throaty sensuous voice. "Would you like that all right?"
Poor little Phil was having difficulty with his breathing again. The boy had never been so crazy keyed-up in his entire young life, not even at Christmas or a birthday party, at least as far as he could remember. He still couldn't speak, but he could nod his head and he did.
"Mmmmmmmmm, sweetheart," Kay murmured hotly, the wanton intoxication of her conquest firing her depraved lust maddeningly. She ran her slender fingers through his glorious red hair, then began to inch up higher in the bed until her thrusting, hard-nippled tits were even with his tender face. He was all hers to play with, like the teddy bear she had as a child, she reasoned lecherously to do with whatever she chose, which was considerably more than she was ever able to do with her stuffed bear! The excited teacher took his young face in her hand, cupping it beneath the chin with one hand, the urge to squeeze it almost uncontrollable as she drew his mouth closer to the distended nipple of one heavily palpitating tit. Then, holding the resilient white mound in the other hand, she said, "Go ahead and suck it, sweetheart! Take my titty in your mouth and suck it for me!"
As she watched his quivering young lips part when the tingling nipple brushed them, insane sadistic sensations raced through her hot belly and down between her shivering legs. With licentious delight, she pressed the turgid little bud into his mouth and groaned huskily as he closed his lips over it.
"Aaaaaahhhhh! Ooooohhhhhhh! That's the way, Phil darling!" the silver-haired teacher gasped lasciviously. "Suck it and feel it with your tongue...even bite it if you want to! Y...yessss! Like that! Mmmmmmmm! Now take it in your hand and feel all over it!" she ordered breathlessly, smoothing her own roving palm down his chest and belly to fondle his pulsating white cock and sperm-filled balls, hearing and feeling his little moans against her breast from his excitedly sucking boyish mouth when she grasped the hardened shaft of his erect prick and began to stroke it with obscene wickedness.
Phil's brain was so addled he couldn't even think clearly. The feel of her hard little nipple in his buttery mouth while he sucked and nibbled at it with growing skill as she stroked his stiffly aching young cock was the wildest thing that had ever happened to him! God! Could it really be happening to him? Him actually sucking Miss Woodruff's tit while she played with his cock? Oh, man, he was beginning to put two and two together. He had not understood some of the remarks the guys made about her.
"Do you like that, Phil baby?" Kay hissed lustfully. "Do you like sucking my titty while I stroke your cock?" Her lusty brown eyes gleamed salaciously as she watched his lips tighten and relax their sucking actions while his wet tongue stabbed and taunted her nipple and his rigidly expectant prick throbbed delightfully in her grasping hand.
"Aaaaahhh, this is just the beginning, lover. Wait until we get going!"
Then she was moving away from him, pulling her lust-hardened rosy nipple from his mouth like a mother pulls it from the lips of her babe, and letting go of his pounding hard cock, to his terror. He sure couldn't have her stop now!
"Tell me, Phil, how close have you ever seen a girl's pussy?" Kay questioned wickedly, her dark eyes aglow in lewd pleasure as she raised to her knees beside him, her full thrusting tits swaying sensually with her movements. "Tell me the truth now, have you ever seen one up close?"
He shook his head fitfully, his blue eyes bulging as he lay there on the pillow staring up at the gorgeous woman. "N...no. I...I haven't," he stuttered, managing to force from his throat the first words of which he were capable since she had led him into her bedroom.
The perverse lechery that had taken complete command of her was reflected in Kay's wantonly contorted face, and slowly she spread the cream-white columns of her shapely thighs apart, kneeing outward with both legs until the silken triangle of sparse pubic hair with the glistening pink slit separating it were entirely nakedly exposed to his straining eyes.
"There!" she whispered hotly. "Now you have seen a pussy!"
Phil Kiley could only gape at the erotic spectacle of her nakedly displayed cunt in breathless fascination, his spinning brain vaguely reasoning how wonderfully it was placed right there between her beautiful legs and how tight and narrow the glistening furrow was. The word "pussy" that she had used, just as she had said "titty" and "cock" still echoed in his skull, causing crazy prickling sensations to stab at his groin and belly. But he could not move. The obscene sight of her kneeling there like that was spellbinding him!
His obviously growing frantic excitement added fuel to Kay's already demented lust. She couldn't help exulting in his helplessness, the thought of that alone nearly driving her wild. Even though she knew well that she would hate herself once satisfied because she always did, that knowledge couldn't begin to stop her now!
Lewdly she continued, "Tickle it Phil! Look close and feel it! Go ahead, don't be afraid! Maybe it will gobble you up whole, but wouldn't you like that?"
Kay had no idea whether his hesitation was born of repulsion or fright, and she couldn't have cared less. She watched his tremulous young hand move slowly up between her shimmering thighs, her breath catching in her throat as she felt him brushing the silken strands of pubic hair lining her hotly flushed cuntal lips, then awkwardly pressuring and cupping the whole soft triangle.
"Yesssss, like that!" she choked hoarsely. "That's the way, Phil lover. Doesn't it feel nice and warm up between my legs? Soft and silky like a little pussycat? Doesn't it?"
"Y...yes, it sure does!" he retorted then enthusiastically.
"Rub it hard, my lover! Rub it like that!" Kay gasped, suddenly undulating her hips and ass, pressing her tingling cunt hungrily down against his clutching hand. "Ooooohhhhhh! That's extra nice. Sooooooo nice, darling! Oooooohhhhhh! God!" She bent down and kissed his lips voraciously, moving one leg over his prostrate body until she was straddling his hips with her loins, poised directly above his swollen young prick.
"Do you know what I'm going to do now, baby?" she whispered licentiously. "I'm going to let you fuck me. For the first time in your life, you can put your hard little cock right deep inside my hungry cunt and fuck it good!"
It seemed to the inexperienced little nine year old that she was almost spitting the wild-sounding four-letter words that were sending crazy jolts of new excitement tearing through his loins, spitting them down into his face while her dark eyes blazed and her pretty mouth twisted almost insanely. He was speechless as he lay there, his head raised to better see the hotly lascivious picture she made with her legs spread apart, knees and calves on either side of him, her dew-dropped cunt that he'd held right in his hand, twitching excitedly above the pulsing tip of his aching, blood-filled cock!
Never in his young life had Be ever seen anyone look the way she did at that moment, wild-eyed, with contorted face, panting as if she were about to blow her mind. As he stared at her, she smoothed her hands down over her hips and inward over her belly through the down pubic hair to either side of her pouting pussy-lips, slowly spreading them open to nakedly reveal the pinkly moist flesh that sparkled between them.
"There, little lover, can you see?" she hissed luridly, holding the gleaming hair-lined cuntal mouth wide open to his eagerly gaping eyes.
Even though the fascinated child could certainly see, he raised to his elbows just the same, the obscene vision completely mesmerizing him. He'd had no idea that it would be so velvety pink, so soft looking inside! Man, he could even see her hole and...and it was all moist and glistening around it, like a rich, shiny dessert!
"Now, you little devil, you, watch what I do with your little cock!" the depraved teacher half-whispered lecherously, her use once again of the four-letter word charging through him like an electric shock. He lurched as she grasped his now painfully hard rod of veined flesh and placed it in the soft hair-fringed length of her spread-open slit, pressing her warm pussy walls almost completely around it and holding it there with her fingers as she began to move her hips up and down in a slow, grinding fucking motion.
"Ooooohhhhhh! damn, I mean...darn! Ohhhhhh!" Phil grunted loudly, thrusting his pelvis forward to her descending motion, while she held his straining cock inside the moistly clutching hotness of her demanding pussy with the hungry little hole that seemed to complain like a baby bird waiting to be fed.
Kay reasoned in the throes of her lust that there could never have been a seduction like this. She had sunk to the very depths of utter degradation in her lecherous debauchery of this beautiful helpless boy, and she had no intention of stopping until she had filled her lustful need to the brim!
"Do you like that, lover? You do like it, don't you?" the older woman taunted wantonly, feeling the turgidly swollen length of his rigid boyish cock enchantingly massaging the tiny erect bud of her sensitive clitoris.
"Aaaaannnngggghhhh!" Phil could only groan in bewildered ecstasy, the sight of her milk-white tits jouncing and swaying above him as she fucked with her lubricated outer cuntal lips up and down around his virginal prick adding to his pleasure. Then suddenly she was doing something else with it, lifting her ass higher and pointing his cock-head right at her visibly pulsating little cuntal hole! He stared from his elbowed position and saw the rubbery bulbous head slip up right in between her legs, then she was watching him with excited lust-filled eyes and lowering her warm tight cunt down onto it, until the entire length felt like it was sucked right up inside her hotly moist cunt.
Oh, God Almighty! He was really fucking her now! Really and truly fucking her!
With the enrapturing delights his probing young cock was causing inside her tightly hugging cuntal hole. It was so delicately beautiful, tickling and prodding her down thrusting cunt, she reflected warmly as she began to undulate her lush asscheeks in frantic little circles, feeling the rock-hard shaft of his child's cock massaging and taunting her clasping cuntal walls.
She leaned forward excitedly, pressing her heavy tits down onto his chest in lecherous hunger, finding his mouth with her own to kiss almost sadistically, while she raised and lowered her hips and ass vigorously on his hardened, defenseless young cock.
"Uuuuuuhhhhhhhh!" Phil groaned suddenly in unmistakable warning, his choked alarm all that Kay needed to make her lift her loins up off of him as he whimpered in mounting confusion. "Oh, screw it! Don't stop now, Miss Woodruff, please?"
But the voluptuous teacher was hustling her body down off his before he could realize what was happening, spreading his legs wide and wedging between them until her mouth was above his cunt-moistened prick once more. She never even looked up at him, only grasped his achingly quivering cock in her hand and began to stroke its slender hardness again while her wet tongue wedged into its tiny little glans eye. He couldn't repress the whimper that escaped him, new chills racing along his spine as she brought her mouth down to his cock while he watched wide-eyed, enclosing the moistly pulsing head in a warm lip-locking pressure, tight as his last year's pants!
Grunting, he raised his head higher to watch her beautifully ovaled mouth with its hungry, clasping lips. He watched them tighten like an elastic band around his straining shaft just below the rounded head, the same head and cock that had just been fucking up inside her steaming cunt! And she was taking it as if it were a sweet stick of candy to lick and savor inside the hotly fucking cavern of her vacuuming mouth! Phil couldn't hold back another whimper as he thrust his tensing loins up responsively, shoving his aching erection up as high as he could.
He had seen pictures of girls doing this to guys, and he had never really believed it actually happened. Yet here...here was Miss Woodruff, his own fourth grade teacher, sucking him, sucking his aching hard cock even after she had just stuck it right up her cunthole! God damn it! He just couldn't believe that it was really happening, and if he couldn't believe it, how would anyone else? The sight of his hotly bloated prick captured between her tightly clasping lips was just about driving him nuts! Shit! What was she going to do when he started to shoot out his stuff?
Hypnotized, he stared as she sucked up off his tingling cock-tip, then began to lick it with her avidly ministering tongue, to wetly brush and lave it all over, from its base along its underside to its coronal ridge that was viscid and protruding from its pulled-back foreskin, washing, playing and caressing it with every lapping stroke. Then she moved back down to its base and below to the smooth velvety flesh of his sperm-choked balls, saliva dribbling excitedly down her pink tongue as she licked his young testicles with voracious sweeping strokes. Then she raised his legs, pressing them back to expose his tight little gray asshole, and she trailed her damp tongue along the coral-hued ridge between his lean widespread asscheeks, tauntingly circling the puckered gray hole, painting his inner ass and finally stiffening her pink tongue-tip in an effort to penetrate and fuck into the clenched mouth of his ass.
The wantonly abandoned teacher's belly and loins were an inferno of frenzied sensations at the forbiddenness of her lecherous ravishment. Thrillingly erotic fermentations that were more avid than she could ever remember had taken full possession of her. The delicious sweet piquancy of his tender genitals was driving her to the point of orgasm with the mere thought of her forbidden and perverse acts alone! God, she was so helpless, so completely subject to her slightest whim! She had to suck his boy-sperm into her waiting throat and belly! That was always the ultimate: to coax and swallow the hot cream of their innocent loins like a vampire would suck their blood!
She trailed her wet tongue quickly back over his sperm-bloated young balls and along the solid shaft of his bursting prick to its pulsating head, slipping her lips wetly down over it once more. Oh heaven! Luscious heaven! Sweet, sweet boy-cock again!
The only thoughts that would fit in Phil's foggy brain were what she was doing to him and the fact that he had to shoot his cum soon or he'd scream right out at the top of his lungs! Again she was holding desperately to his jerking hard cock, two fingers at its root while she sucked it steadily, moving her pretty mouth up and down rhythmically and using a twisting motion of her tongue at the peak of each stroke. He tensed his pelvic muscles, pushing his loins spasmodically up at her face as he moaned and began to suck harder, nipping now and then with her teeth and making him gasp out, his iron-hard cock bloodless beneath her scraping suck, but a rich purple at its smooth rubbery tip.
Suddenly she was wedging both hands beneath the cheeks of his ass, lifting them while she plunged her mouth down onto him in an insane frenzy. God Almighty! His painfully erect cock was completely vanishing up into her mouth, all of it! Going right up into the back of her devouring throat, her nose and lips brushing against the tender skin of his belly! Oh man! It was too much . . .
With a final tongue-swiping lick, her little mouth-cock with its pink wetness was making his spasming prick-head vibrate and jerk like crazy! He gaped at her tits, those terrific hardened nipples that he'd sucked, jouncing and dancing beneath her slaving body, the sight adding to his mounting climax, and then he sensed the gnawing sensation in his tortured balls!
He hotly stared at her lovely face stuffed with his cock, working over him hungrily, her lush lips being pulled out as if her mouth were being turned inside out every time she came up off it, her cheeks puffing in and out obscenely as she sucked. He jerked his youthful pelvis tighter up to her face until his loins were right off the bed, his throat and mouth dry as the flannel of his winter pajamas, and his straining pole of hotly hardened, bursting cock-flesh feeling as if it were going to shatter into a billion pieces any second now! God damn! It was going to happen! His cock was ready to blow right into her mouth!
Fervidly he writhed his young hips and tangled his hands in her silver hair to hold her there as the hot stuff erupted deep in his churning balls and started to spurt up into her enclosing oral cunt.
"Uuuuugggghhhhh!" he grunted whimperingly between clenched teeth. "I'm cummmmmiinnnggg!"
His saliva-soaked cock lurched into a violent jerking that flooded Kay's eagerly sucking mouth with gush after gush of his white-hot sperm, bloating her cheeks with every seething squirt. She swallowed vampirishly, moaning around his pumping young member while her own insane climax overwhelmed her and she plunged her hand between her thighs to her moistly throbbing cunt, tweaking and stroking her palpitating clitoris, still sucking and nibbling on his deflated young prick long after it had softened in her mouth.
The beautiful teacher squirmed. It was just as she had known it would be. As soon as her climax was over, the hatred and repugnance of herself in the aftermath of her despicable degenerate rape of the young boy, for certainly she had raped him, overwhelmed her. God! What a depraved and corrupt lecher she had become! She was just going to have to seek out a man, a grown man, but could she hold to her resolution? God, an hour after her climax and her self-disgust, she would be hungering for young boy-cock again! That was the pattern. All she could hope was that each time she could keep her resolution a little bit longer. Tomorrow night she had a date with Mr. Landsdowne, and he was single. Maybe she . . .
She felt herself shaken roughly by the shoulder. Well, speak of the devil! She could barely see through her still sleep-heavy eyes, but she could recognize John Landsdowne's...oh my God! What was he doing in her bedroom? Where was Phil? Had he gotten away or? Kay Woodruff sat up and blinked hard and then rubbed her eyes.
"If you're that sleepy, maybe you'd rather go home," John was saying, obviously irritated although he was trying to hide it.
"Wh...what time is it?" she whispered. She was still trying to figure out why she was not in her own bed at home. But they were in an auditorium of some kind with all sorts of people sitting down and walking up and down the aisles. There was no one on the stage except a blond woman who was looking for something.
"It's intermission," John told her somewhat coldly.
The concert! She was already on her date with John Landsdowne! She had fallen asleep!
"Oh, John, I'm sorry! I must have fallen asleep...too many martinis!" she explained.
"Two?" he asked.
"That's me!" she purred with a half smile. But she could see by the coldness in his manner that even if she didn't let him miss the rest of the concert, he was not going to make a pass at her tonight. She had blown that. Well, maybe it was better to blow it now than when he tried. She could see that she was a long way from letting a grown man get into her panties...a long way!
CHAPTER THREE
Young Jeff Connor had seen the likeness of his beautiful forth grade teacher in every museum in Europe. He could hardly wait to get back to the States from the summer's vacation with his parents, that had taken them from England to France and from Austria to Italy. Although he saw her face everywhere, Jeff yearned to see Miss Woodruff in person. He had recognized her in the National Gallery of London in Goy's painting of Dona Isabel. In the Louvre in Paris, she was Baldovinetti's portrayal of the silver-haired Madonna. After that, Miss Woodruff was countless Madonna's in painting after painting. She was even one of the Muses in Raphael's painting of Parnassus in the Vatican Museum in Rome. Oh, God, how they young boy missed his teacher!
Jeff's father was stunned to see his ten year old son's interest in art develop so quickly! Why there were paintings that Mr. Connor never dreamed a young boy would care about, which Jeff simply would not leave! But the father was even more amazed by the boy's misery when he learned that they would be returning to the Unites States late and Jeff would miss a few weeks of school.
Nevertheless, Jeff was in a big hurry to get back to school this year and in a bigger hurry for his first day of class to end so that he could rush across the street to see his former teacher, his spring love, his first love! He could recall the last time he and Miss Woodruff made love so vividly it was difficult to keep his prick under control whenever he thought of it. It was their celebration of his tenth birthday, a sort of going-away present, she had told him meaningfully even though he hadn't thought he had told her about his family's sudden decision to go to Europe. Jeepers, they had just told him and he had planned to tell Miss Woodruff about it the night of his party, their last night. So he didn't have to tell her, but she was taking it hard. She was kind of drunk when he arrived. It was all those martinis she was forever making for herself! Anyway, the evening had turned out to be very beautiful in spite of that.
His birthday cake had been waiting for him when he arrived at their house. There it was on the coffee table with a ship on it for decoration because she knew he loved ships and was making a model of a clipper. She even gave him a neat tie clip with a schooner on it though he avoided wearing ties whenever possible. He couldn't wear the clip anyway, of course, because his parents would want to know where he got it. He blew out the ten candles Miss Woodruff had lit for him, and they had ice cream and cake. Then she gave him another present while she had another martini. The only thing was she didn't want him to open it until later. It turned out to be a real neat set of pocket games. As she had handed it to him, he could swear there was a tear in her eye.
"This is for good-bye," she whispered drunkenly.
"Gee, thanks," he said, stumped for a moment as he tried to remember when he had told her about the coming trip to Europe.
She rattled on as though she were talking to herself, "Don't ask questions, Jeff darling," the beautiful teacher had said in a whisper, tilting her silver head back against his shoulder as they sat together on the couch. She was slumped down in the cushions so that her temple brushed his chin and that always made him feel good because it made him feel tall and protective.
"I can't answer any questions," she told him. "I won't answer any," she stated flatly. He couldn't help thinking he was happy about that because he couldn't think of any questions anyway! She went on, "We're in our own little privacy now, just the two of us, with no one, nothing else in the world that matters! M...make love to me, Jeff, my darling!" Wow!
She turned, receptive to him, and his dazed brain reeled sensuously at her seductively sultry voice and the passion of her sudden request. Then he knew she felt it, the masculine hardness of his fast-rising young cock stirring up against her scantily covered thigh. So she knew what he was thinking alright, and she knew what his reply to that would be! For some reason she had seemed terribly alone and insecure, and he offered her solace and a loving heart, patting her and rubbing his face on hers. Then she let her hand fall into one of his and squeezed it warmly.
In the shadows of the sparsely lighted room, Jeff looked over into her beautiful face as she slipped her arms around his neck and pressed her lush body slowly but pointedly against his own. He was almost on top of her and felt his painfully bulging cock suddenly straining against the soft give of her belly and her full out thrust tits flattening against his boyish chest. Those enchanting eyes were close and her moist red lips offered themselves to him.
Grinding his own eager mouth onto hers, he kissed her with a tongue-thrusting excitement greater than he had known existed, his boyish hands smoothing down her arched and hollowed back to the enticingly molded swells of her delicious titties. Oh God! He caressed them hungrily until his fingers clutched their firmness and drew her skimpily clad loins breathlessly against him, his hardened young cock burrowing into her softly heaving belly.
"I love you, Jeff!" the voluptuous teacher gasped when he raised her chin to absorb her beauty for the months they would spend apart. "My goodness," she smiled a little, "I never knew I could be so faithful before!"
The boy could only listen and marvel at the intoxicating words tumbling from her lips. He hardly believed what was happening. It was the very last time they were together that she had reminded him, as she had before, that they must not look forward to more than this year together. Now she was telling him that she loved him! Holy cow!
"You're going to do grand things to me tonight, aren't you, darling?" she whispered excitedly.
He kissed her. "I...I'm going to make love to you like we...we never have before!" the boy promised.
"I know! And I want you to, my lover! I want you to fuck me silly tonight!"
Following the utterance of the stimulating four-letter word, she kissed him and drew him up and after her to the bedroom. The vile and beautiful sound of that word falling so freely from her delicate lips made Jeff's fully erect cock leap uncontrollably as wild jolts of anticipation charged from his churning loins into his belly to ripple back and forth there Oh good God how he loved her! They lowered themselves gently onto the large double bed. But then he got up on his knees to gaze down on her absolute beauty. He recalled one of his favorite stories as a little kid, Peter Pan because she reminded him of Tinkerbell! Tinkerbell captured and held under him all silver and soft and glowing!
"You undress, darling, while I do!" Kay whispered, sitting up to remove the peignoir she had entertained him in tonight. Jeff tore off his sports shirt and tee shirt, his big gray eyes fastened upon the enrapturing body his teacher-love had revealed to him over and over again with a charm that he could not resist. Then she lay back, her luscious tits thrust up at him pointedly, her legs slightly raised in ready anticipation, parting slowly until he could see the ravishing hair-fringed center of pussy and the pink slightly throbbing split sheltering her eagerly waiting cunt!
His rigidly stiff boy-cock splashing the air wildly as he finally kicked off his shorts, she raised a bit to look at him, then fell back with a gasp of breath.
"Oh, God Jeff, please love me good!" she gasped plaintively "Love me, darling!"
Christ, he swore in his head as he crawled onto the bed. Love her good! He'd love her until she couldn't breathe! He already loved her to the point of distraction! His goddamned cock was so stoned hard it almost didn't have any feeling! 'He'd kill himself and her too!' he thought with a bit of real fear. He had not been at this sort of thing very long, only since Miss Woodruff had come which wasn't quite two months. He climbed half onto her and kissed her, feeling her wet tongue quickly darting into his mouth sensuously. He had never believed it could happen, not really!
Kay refused to think. To concentrate, to imagine herself lying prone and open, offering herself to this wonderful boy, or any boy, if she thought about it, was wrong. And usually she didn't let a boy go this far into her body or her emotions. All she wanted of a boy ordinarily was once ....the virgin cock! Yet as Jeff climbed onto the bed and engulfed her in his young arms, she pressed her naked thigh up against his smooth loins, feeling the sweeping moisture from his iron-hard cock against her satiny flesh as it escaped from his turgid cock-head!
"Oh...ooohhhhhhhh, God, Jeff! I...I want every inch of you! I want to swallow you whole!" she hissed, running her fingers through his blond hair, her breath warm and sweetly alcoholic on his face.
As she kissed him he lay on top of her and she darted her pink tongue up into his open mouth as he moved his hands down beneath her to the smoothness of her squirming ass, cradling the firmly rounded cheeks as best he could in his hands and splayed fingers. She clung tightly to him, running her hands exploringingly over his lean little body, searching eagerly into all the familiar crooks and crannies of his nakedness. Her head swam with the thrilling delight of the moment, with the anticipation of her fulfillment to come. Dear God, how she needed him tonight! She had made up her mind that she was going to need him because it was his birthday and also she was going to end it. He was getting too old. It was odd that he had not objected to her saying "good-bye." Perhaps he had not understood. Maybe he did!
Pressing tantalizingly against her nakedly splayed loins, his aroused cock with its red bulbous head split the narrow, hair-lined furrow of her tender pussy-flesh, lying poised and ready as if it might plunge into her at any second of its own accord. Tonight, dear God, he prayed, don't let her want to suck me off! Let me go inside her steaming hot cunt, please!
Kay lifted her slender thighs and hips suddenly, and she wedged her hands between their bodies, using her fingertips to spread her moistly heated cuntal lips more open to him, offering even greater teasing contact to his steel-hard cock with her velvety sensitive cuntal crack. Then she dropped back onto the bed again.
The boy's brain continued to swirl from the erotic enchantment of her nakedly inviting body. Damn, he had never in his life dreamed anything could be so wonderful as the things Miss Woodruff had taught him. He hadn't known that a guy could completely loose all sense of perspective when he lay between the legs of a beautiful woman, especially the woman he loved! He trailed his hands hungrily over the soft curves of her nakedly exposed body while she began a slowly rhythmic undulation of her hips and ass. The incredulous little boy could feel the smooth muscles beneath her silky skin ripple lightly, indicating a hidden unexpected strength he would not have imagined a woman to have. He thought of Miss Woodruff as a soft silver kitten. But now in his lust-fired mind he could almost feel how strongly and ravenously and could grasp him if she chose and really swallow him whole like she said!
Kay whimpered and purred and mashed her lips against his, writhing her flat belly tightly up to him, her long nails beginning to rake the flesh of his back as he drew her impassioned loins up closer to his own. He tasted the delicious nectar of her hungrily responding mouth and he began to move up and down slowly, the insinuating length of his hard male prick massaging her wide-spread cunt crack with its softly hair-lined lips wrapped so warmly and damply around his pulsing cock, growing more viscid with every passing second. He felt her firmly rounded asscheeks tauten and relax in his hands as she began a more frantic rotation up against his inciting prick until at last her legs shot out wide to the left and right of his grinding hips and thighs, her calves returning to encircle and press against the back of his legs, pulling and locking him tighter into her.
"Oh, fuck me, darling Jeff! Ooooooohhhh, now! Jeff, now! Fuck me before I go out of my mind!" she groaned against his lips, her panting breath hot and alcoholic in his face, her hand darting down between them to grasp his painfully throbbing slender veined cock and guide it farther into her between the velvety fingers of her moistly quivering cuntal hole.
The excited ten year old boy grunted loudly at her touch, unable to hold himself back any longer, and with a decisive movement of his hips, drove his hardened cock-shaft with its bulbous head deep into the hot grasping mouth of her hungrily sucking wet cunt. Now if he could just leave it here tonight!
"Aaaaaahhhh! Mmmmmmmmnnnn!" Kay moaned pleasurably under him while the amazing tightness of her lust-moistened grasping walls sheathed his sensitive steel-hard rod with a skilled muscle control that raised another guttural grunt of delight from deep in his throat.
Jeff fucked eagerly, sending his aching cock up into her warmly tight cunt with a passionate force, whipping her breath away as he plunged into her, the flow of her lubricating secretions easing the way with every pummeling fuck, until at last the blood-engorged head struck something, he didn't know what, his balls slapping hard between the smoothly rounded cheeks of her excitedly clenching ass. He hoped he hadn't hurt her, but she had not complained. Instead she seemed to be whimpering with the sensations of pleasure so he fucked harder, his almost sadistic reaction surprising her as he ground his demanding pelvis up into her receptive belly, surprising and feeding her own masochistic need with each flexing of its swollen head at the apex of his thrust until finally he paused and just lay there, his prick almost totally filling the tingling wet hole between her lewdly splayed legs.
Then he kissed her, his groping hands caressing and squeezing her swollen tits appreciatively, his searching pink tongue exploring her buttery mouth, the desire-influenced taste of his boyish breath always an ecstasy to her. The abandoned teacher sucked at his tongue while she smoothed her hands over him possessively, licentious fermentations of erotic joy saturating her whole naked hot body. God, she did love him, at least right now! He was just on the borderline of being too old, too big. It was sad! He was so sweet. Why couldn't they stay young, her boys! She could feel his boyish strength flowing through her sensual body by way of his hotly conquering cock entombed up inside her devouring belly, and little purring sounds of servitude tumbled unrestrainedly from her voraciously sucking mouth as she lay beneath him, completely subjugated to his merest whim tonight, entirely impaled on his lust-hardened cock that was probing the carnal hot depths of her clutching cunt hole!
God, it wasn't very often that she was able to have this particular type of experience. There were so many different kinds of sexual experiences to have. Its always amazed her that some women were able to spend their entire lives having only one man make one kind of love to them! God! If Jeff could only stop growing and come back to her like this after the summer, she would still want to see him once in awhile, but she knew he would change. But for now she could revel in feeling owned by him, owned completely as she was at that moment! Tonight she loved being so dominated, so loved, so totally possessed by a boy, and the enchanting sensation was stimulating a vein of masochism she had never realized was a part of her. Aaaaaahhh, tonight she would even marry him! If he were old enough, she would...for a night!
She was letting him go on fucking her! Jeff's addled brain could barely cope with carnal bliss immersing it! It still didn't seem possible that what was taking place was a reality! He had never felt so good with her, never! Surely he would wake up soon and it would all be over, only a pipe dream, except that his aching cock would be stiff as a fence post. But no, it really was wholly buried inside Miss Woodruff's wetly warm belly, between her spread legs, in the magnificent sucking depths of her salaciously devouring naked cunt! He was wide awake alright and was squeezing and fondling her titties, too. Her belly lay beneath him like a life raft, a log that he was floating down the river on.
God, she had really given herself to him, and he had thought all along that he was just a passing imagine to her. But she said she loved him and had asked him to fuck her, to fuck her silly! Goddamn! Why in the hell did his parents have to choose this summer to go to Europe! Of course, Miss Woodruff would be going to see her parents for the summer. Hell, why wasn't he big enough to do what he wanted, then he could marry her and go with her to see her parents instead of going to stupid old Europe! The boy imagined what it would be like if he were big enough.
He would hold her tight and whisper, "Will you marry me, Miss Woodruff?"
"Oh, darling, darling," she would choke passionately. "Yes, I will marry you, Jeff. I love you! I have to marry you! I don't want anyone else ever, ever!" He knew she would mean every word of it and that they both would be ecstatic.
"We'll be the happiest people on the whole earth," he would hiss down at her.
"And we'll make love every morning and every night!" she would breathe sweetly.
And all day on Sunday!" he thought, deciding he could relinquish the funny papers for this.
"And I'll suck your cock for you, darling!" Miss Woodruff would purr. "Whenever you want me to...and only if you want me to."
God, Jeff choked over his dream that would have to wait at least ten years, maybe only nine or even eight if his parents would give permission, seeing that he could not be swayed. He began a series of flexing cock-head actions once more and raised a sequence of gurgling moans from between her passionately gnashing teeth.
As he ground harder up into her hotly clutching cunt, she labored tautly up against him, arching her loins cravingly up to him, again lifting both their bodies from the bed while she whimpered incessantly and he again began his hard fucking tempo. Oh, he had learned a lot since he had met Miss Woodruff, a lot that would make her happier and happier.
"I...I love you," he whispered hotly.
"I love you, darling Jeff," she confessed in her lust-throttled whisper.
Her silver hair flayed and her head started to loll in an ungovernable pattern from side to side while her mouth opened and closed in orgiastic abandon! He felt her smooth legs tighten and release around his thrusting hips as she started to fuck herself up and down on his fine rigid pole with her obscenely clasping cunt until they had established a mutual cadence.
He couldn't help thinking of her as his very own wife right now.
Oh, husband darling, darling," she would be saying, "promise you'll never leave me! I need you so," she would gasp in her mounting passion.
"Oooooohhhh, your wonderful hard cock, I can feel it way up in my belly! Oh, oh God, husband, do...do more! I'm your wife! Make me your slave, your utter slave! Ooooohhh, put your finger...your finger in my ass! Please hurry!" she would beg of him wantonly.
Now the boy remembered that she actually had asked him to put his finger there once, and the memory set off a maddening current of lewd sensations within him, causing a new tremor of licentiousness groping hands. He searched in under her to the widespread crack separating her rounded asscheeks while he pounded his ever-growing cock up into the velvety dampness of her seething cunt.
Trailing along the furrowed smoothness between her undulating asscheeks, he sought her tiny hairless asshole with his middle finger. He found it without difficulty, finding it wet and pulsating from a thin rivulet of warm moisture that had dribbled down from where his relentless cock pleasurably fucked into her steaming oven of a cunt. She shivered in lascivious delight as he taunted the puckered little rubbery mouth, further lubricating the tiny hole as she had taught him with the balled pad of his middle finger before teasing and probing it with the firm tip.
The last time he could not bring himself to actually insert his finger there, but she had been disappointed and now he was going to make it up for her. God, if she liked it, it must be all right! He sensed her tautly gyrating ass press back onto the stiffened finger while he pushed into it, surprised at first at its resistance. Then abruptly it popped, the spongy elastic ring seeming to open like a small mouth to absorb and suck his young boney finger up inside as far as the first knuckle joint. She lurched beneath him, almost as though she were trying to escape the invasion but, God! He guessed he would, too!
"Oh...ooooohhhh, God, yesssssss, Jeff darling! A...all the way now! More...oh, all the way, lover . . . ! "
The young birthday boy felt nothing short of barbaric feasting in the overwhelming salacity she was firing in him tonight. God, he had never before known such lascivious passion with her! His brain was a saturated unbridled sponge of lust! He fucked his embedded finger farther up into her hotly clasping rectal hole while simultaneously increasing the stroke of his pillaging, fucking cock up into the warm lubricated hole of her firmly grasping engulfing cunt, reeling her rubber rectal walls hotly encase the length of his probing finger to the palm of his young hand, raising a choking erotic groan that seemed to come from her very belly.
The twice-impaled teacher skewered her naked ass shamelessly back onto his extended middle finger that was searching and circling the sauna-hot chamber inside her asshole, seeming to revel in its unnatural presence like having a boy stumble into the girls' bathroom when a girl was on the toilet. He rotated his finger experimentally. He massaged the spongy walls with a strange, fearful conflict of passions, feeling his throbbing cock with his exploring finger and his finger against the sensitivity of his fucking aching prick.
God, what a woman she was, he thought wildly. He had never dreamed that a girl's body might contain such a hidden drive. Damn it, could he be enough for her? Already his balls had begun to churn and a massive pressure had started to build in his young loins! But he couldn't fail her! That would certainly spell the end of all his dreams for them!
Jeff tried to establish a combination tempo of finger and cock until he was fucking into her in furious unison while she moaned writhed unceasingly under him. He felt her spread her long legs to the fullest, allowing him complete access in his salacious ravishment of her openly displayed cunt. Then suddenly, he sensed his punishing hard veined cock expanding more and more, growing inside her wet devouring cunt toward that ultimate moment when it would erupt like a boiling volcano. Its ever increasing needle-like pressure mounted unbelievably in his bloated balls as they smacked in a steady cadence between her moistly working asscheeks and against his own probing hand with its finger buried far up into the hot hole of her sweet white ass.
Damn it all, he couldn't last much longer! She was just too much for his unpracticed staying power! God, he didn't want to disappoint her, not tonight...not...but...but his cock was ready to shatter with the load he was gong to blow through it! He began fucking into her poundingly with viciously passionate strokes while his finger wormed into and fucked her desperately clasping asshole frenziedly. Once again she gripped him tight over his back with her legs, her beautiful face contorting in a frantic mask of animal lust, and he hoped dazedly that she was getting ready to cum. He just couldn't last another minute!
Jeff heard her little whimpering moans then, tiny guttural sounds that were rising into her throat, and he felt her strongly clasping thighs opening and closing around him as she thrust upward onto his mercilessly pounding fucking cock and backward onto his plunging fucking finger to the tempo of his powerful ravaging of her defenseless loins. God, he felt like Atlas himself, capable of moving the earth! He wondered hazily if he seemed that strong and powerful to her.
"Ooooohhhhhh, harder, darling! Fuck harder...harderrrrr!" Kay coughed, driving her heels into the hard flesh of his back. Abruptly she drew her legs back higher, locking her ankles over his broad shoulders, presenting him with the nakedly widespread plane of her upraised pussy, her eyes and teeth squeezed tightly together as her lovely face twisted and strained in the first throes of orgasm.
"Ooohhhhh, oh Godddd, Jeff! I'm cummiing!"
The voluptuous silver soft Kay Woodruff whimpered, cried out, then moaned long and low, pulling her thighs back tighter, thrusting her voraciously sucking cuntal slit up at him with bruising force, her mouth falling open loosely, her nostrils flaring, choking gasps tumbling from her lips as she screwed desperately up onto him, pushing her loins up to receive his fucking cock and clinging there while the hot moist walls of her cunt milked at his driving member like the mouth of a starving puppy.
Her ecstasy triggered Jeff's climax as he continued to hammer his fucking twin cock into her inferno of a body, feeling her cunt walls secrete their warm bath around his pistoning cock, flooding his distended shaft and balls and hand, her velvety rectal flesh grasping and working convulsively at his buried finger. And as she jerked and squirmed beneath him, spasming wildly, the mouth and lips of her sucking cunt drawing him feverishly, her breathing labored in deep gasps, he sensed his own hot sperm racing the length of his tensed prick in stimulating rapture, racking his lean frame as it spurted from the tip of his punishing fucking cock far up into her greedily clasping hole.
His rolling cum squirted and gushed in splashing creamy jets, delighting Kay's craving belly as she thrust her loins up tightly against his jerking pelvis, his magnificently pumping cock tripping her insatiable lust even the second time.
"Ohhhhh, God! Fuck me hard...oooohhhhh! Don't stop, lover! I'm cummmiiinnngggggggggggggg againnnnnn...eeeiiiggghhhhh!" she shrieked, her thighs quaking, her belly trembling with her second climax from the unleashed pool of warm pleasure he was spilling into her. At last Jeff slumped heavily on top of her, easing his finger from her rectum with a wet hissing sound while Kay encircled him possessively with her arms and legs. And it was over!
The fully satiated boy sighed chokingly from deep in his chest, his legs slowly falling limp while his heart pounded against his chest. Who could ever forget such an experience? Who could not want it to happen again and again and again? Jeff Connor was sure that not a single detail of their last love-making had escaped his memory, not a single one.
CHAPTER FOUR
Between the memory of his last love tryst with Miss Woodruff before he went to Europe and his anticipation of seeing her again and more love-making in the immediate future, he hoped, Jeff acquired and embarrassing hard-on as he crossed the busy street after school between his present school and the school building of last year. Oh God, he could hardly wait to see his former teacher again after the whole summer away and even a month more that he had to miss school, not that he minded missing school, but...oh God, it was simply too much...he was finally here! But he couldn't go up to her like this!
He would have been ashamed to admit it but the hard-on was only part of his problems. For some reason, his knees began to uncontrollably soften and buckle on him as he approached the old building where he expected to find her. Oh God, he hoped he wouldn't miss her if he went into the bathroom first, but he had to calm down. The shaking of his legs was getting so bad, he was sure it was noticeable. He hated to not at least look into her room to be sure that she was here! But what if she saw him? No, he would have to pull himself into shape first.
There were all kinds of fears following Jeff Connor into the boys' John near his old fourth grade room. It would have been the most logical thing in the world to have asked someone casually, on his first day back at school, if Miss Woodruff were back teaching at Cull this year, but he was afraid that the question was a sort of self-exposure and so had kept his teeth clamped on it all day, and it certainly hovered on his mind all day. What if she had not come back? What if that had been the significance of his going away gift? Maybe she had been only temporary, taking over for Mrs. Black only while the former teacher had her baby. He was sure Miss Woodruff had told him that Mrs. Black was not planning to return, but what if she had changed her mind?
He stumbled into one of the stalls to subdue his shaking legs in private in case some of the guys came in. If Miss Woodruff were gone, he continued with his thoughts, how would he find her, a kid his age? Man, it was sure dumb being only ten years old sometimes!
There was another possibility he thought darkly, and that was she might have another boyfriend, a grown up one this time maybe! He shuddered and tried to banish the thought. Yet he could not help but remember that Mr. Landsdowne was obviously trying to take her out on a date last year. All the kids noticed and talked about it. The guys even laid bets on whether the principal and the new teacher were seeing each other secretly or not. He could have told them! Some of the guys asked him, as a matter-of-fact, because they knew that she was supposed to be tutoring him on us math.
Tutoring him! Huh! God if they only knew how she was tutoring him! They wouldn't have believed it anyway, of course, not that he intended to let them know what he and their curvaceous teacher were really doing. As for Landowne, he knew she wasn't seeing him but he played ignorant about her personal life. Jeff Connor had entertained a very special pride last spring and still did to think that he had beat out Landsdowne, the principal!
Then, hearing some guys come into the John, Jeff stayed in the stall. He wasn't quite ready to be seen yet, and he'd rather wait for them to leave. The boy patted hip pocket for the one hundredth time that day. He had brought her a tiny thing from each country he had visited this summer, and all the presents were wrapped together in a package small enough to fit in his pants pocket. God, he wished he were old enough so everything didn't have to be done in secret! He was just considering leaving the stall because of how long those guys were taking out there when he began to pay attention to their conversation. One guy's voice was rising to an emotional pitch that made it completely audible anyway.
"I tell you she did," Phil Kiley was sputtering angrily "She had my cock up inside her cunt and fucked it, and then she sucked me off. I swear to God!"
Big Paul countered, jabbing his buddy Dan with a knowing laugh, "You're full of bullshit, man, what proof you got, huh? Just because she's sucked off practically every other kid in the fourth grade doesn't mean she did it to you. Besides, nobody's ever got his cock up into her yet, from what I know."
"I just tried to touch her up in there and she wouldn't let me," confirmed the smallest one, Okie. "I don't think she lets anyone near her cunt, like maybe there's something wrong with it or something."
"Awwww, I touched her cunt," Dan came into the argument. "The night I was over at her apartment, you remember I told you, Paul? Hell, I touched it all right. I practically shoved my whole fist up it!"
The guys gathered in the boy's room laughed uproariously at this. Jeff leaned back in the stall, his insides churning with the awful feelings their talk was causing in him. Fourth grade teacher! It meant only one of two horrible things, either Miss Woodruff had been replaced with someone else, some wildcat, to hear the guys talk, or...or...No, he told himself stoutly. He would not believe that they were talking about his own true love, Miss Woodruff!
"Well, what do I care if you believe me or not," Phil Kiley was saying, turning away from them as though insulted, to give himself time to swallow the boyish tear that threatened to stream down his slightly freckled face. "It all happened just like I said, and you can all go to hell! Who cares!"
"Awwww, come on, Phil, we believe you." In the pecking order of fourth grade boys, Dan was at the top in spite of Paul's greater size. Paul worshiped Dan because Dan was smarter than he was. Dan continued, "It's just that it's the first time anybody's got that far, you see?" Actually, we're all just jealous." Paul giggled at Dan's cleverness. "But tell 'me, pal, how did she get you into her clutches?"
Phil said simply, "She wanted to help me with me geography!"
The boys went into uproarious laughter. Dan said, "Bet you couldn't figure out how you'd flunked that test!" They laughed again.
Jeff in his stall found himself beginning to enjoy the story they were telling and quietly giggled along with them. Phil even managed a little chuckle now, "As a matter-of-fact," he said, shaking his head with disbelief, "no, I couldn't figure it!"
Okie spoke up then, "With me it was spelling. She picked me up in her car one day . . . "
"Yeah," Dan broke in with gusto. "She captured old Okie here and sucked him off right in the front seat of her car after she said she'd take him home so's she could talk to him about his spelling!"
"Hey, Okie, you a good speller now?" Paul asked laughingly.
"Nothing over four words, huh, Okie!" Dan said. "Spell fuck for me, Okie!" The boys howled until Paul thought he would split his sides. You could sure count on Dan to come up with the jokes! Even Jeff had to laugh out loud by now although the din the other boys were making prevented their hearing him, not that they would have cared.
Jeff couldn't believe his ears! He was beginning to believe, although he quickly banished the idea, that fidelity to one woman was not all it was cracked up to be. At least, there was something to having a little fun with the loose broads. God, he'd had such a beautiful experience with Miss Woodruff that he could hardly tell any guys about it. It was different when you were in love. Maybe he had fallen in love just a little too soon! Suddenly there was another voice out there, a deeper, more somber one.
"Awwww, you guys are full of crap! You're making all this up!"
"Oh yeah? You mean she missed someone?" Dan asked in mock consternation. "Hear that, guys? Ray's in the dark!"
"You mean she ain't never whacked you off?" Paul asked Ray with honest surprise.
"Oh, come off it! A teacher's not going to do anything like that," the young naive Ray Perkins maintained. "Why would she want to do that stuff to a bunch of kids?"
"Why?" Dan asked beginning to laugh loudly again. "Why us? Why not us kids? Ain't you got no pride, man?"
"He ain't been sucked off yet," Okie said. "Let's get Ray sucked off!"
"Yeah," Paul said. "You want to get sucked off, Ray?"
"Of course he wants to get sucked off," Dan stated flatly. "What guy doesn't want to get sucked off? You off your rocker or something?"
"Hey, just a minute, you guys. Who the hell wants to get mixed up with girls? Maybe you do, but I sure don't!" Ray said stoutly.
"Oh," Dan said. "You mean the reason she ain't sucked you off is you won't let her, is that it?"
The boy blushed. He could not think of an answer quickly enough. The curvaceous fourth grade teacher had not yet gotten around to him. Maybe she wasn't going to! Well, why should he care? He hated girls anyway!
"She hasn't got to him yet," Paul said reasonably. "Maybe we ought to help him along. Let's take him with us . . . "
Dan held up his hand for silence. "Ray should have his own chance by himself if he wants it first then we carry out my plan, okay?"
The boys mumbled their agreement, and Ray looked around at them shyly, not at all sure what he wanted to do. He'd never done anything at all with a girl. His big sister had tried to get him to take his pants down once for her to show her his prick, but he had refused and she didn't insist, just begged him not to tell Ma.
"M...Maybe she doesn't want to do it to me," the little boy stumbled over his words, expressing the fear that was haunting him underneath all the protective rationalizations he had used.
The boys rushed in with compassion to bandage their friend's ego. Of course she does, was the gist of what they told him. She'll get to you sooner or later.
"You see," Dan offered. "We'd like to hurry it up a bit because we have this plan of ganging up on her, but you ought to get sort of initiated first so you know what it's all about. She's knocking the guys off one by one, it seems, so we want to get you next in line to sort of hurry things up."
"Oh, sure," Ray said then proudly, sensing that all their plans depended on his important contribution. "How do we do that?"
"Ahhhhhhh," Dan thought carefully, raking his mind for a good idea and finding it blank. It was Paul who finally thought of something.
"Hey, what about the UNICEF drive. He could go to her apartment collecting for UNICEF, couldn't he?"
"Yeah," said Dan, stunned to think that Paul had out thought him. "that would get him to her place, but he ought to be a little moony about her first. Hey, when we go back in there for detention, Ray, think you could look love-sick at her?"
The boys laughed again but Ray spoke boldly, "Sure! Just leave it to me!"
"Speaking of detention, you guys," Dan said suddenly, "We'll be around this joint all night if we don't get back!"
Jeff heard the noise of their leaving and as the door shut for the last time an eerie quiet descended on the John that was so thick you could hear a guy breathe. The boy's brain was now completely taken up with the exciting aspects of the boys' plan and the new teacher they had in the fourth grade this year. Sorrow over the departure of Miss Woodruff, for he was sure it was not his love they were speaking of, was for the moment abated in lurid images of this new teacher doing all the things the guys had said she did, sucking their cocks, letting them put their hands and fingers right up-her cunt, and Phil actually fucking her! Well, he had been sucked off, too, and he had fucked Miss Woodruff, but this was a different kind of experience the boys spoke of. It was just fun and lust.
God! His own cock was rock-hard again just from thinking about it and he had come in here to forget and make the thing go down! He unbuckled his belt and loosened it then unbuttoned the top button of his fly to ease the straining crotch of his pants, then pressured his hand against his swollen member. Now how was he going to get out of here? God, he couldn't very well be seen like this! What in hell could he do? He toyed with the idea of jerking himself off, but God, he hated to do that! Why? he reconsidered. If Miss Woodruff had gone somewhere else, it was going to take him some time to find her probably. Maybe she had left word for him. How would she do that? It would sure look suspicious if she wrote to him. If they had thought about it ahead of time, she could have kept something of his and sent it to him in an emergency. That would have been a way to get her new address to him. Well, what would he do about it if he had it?
A sensation of emptiness echoed through his belly. God, he'd be glad when he was old enough to do the things he wanted! Christ, would he ever be able to find her again? The possibility that she could have moved to another grade in the school occurred to him only briefly because he recalled her saying that she never taught anything but the fourth grade. He hadn't known teachers were specialists in grades before, and he recalled asking her why. She had only smiled very mysteriously and said, "That's all I know how to teach."
Hell, he couldn't believe that! God, how he missed her! After looking forward all summer long to seeing her again and to come back to find her gone left him confused. He could not remember suffering this much disappointment in his entire life. Now a tear started down his cheek. Man, he could just see her pretty mouth sucking his hard cock while he fingered her precious satiny pink cunt. He remembered how she would get up over him with her ass above his face and he'd pull her panties down sometimes. Once she had asked him to stick his tongue in her wet little hole but he couldn't. How he wished he could do it all over again! He sure would do anything she wanted this time! Now he was really grateful that he'd forced himself to stick his finger in her asshole the last time they made love!
Oh God, he thought miserably, not only because of the loss of his love but because of the growing ache in his bulging cock, I've got to jerk myself off. There's no way I'll even get home at this rate. God, they'd be locking him in the building if he took much longer! His throbbing cock was so hard it was beginning to really hurt, and pretty soon his balls would start to ache like fire if he didn't. He took his handkerchief from his pocket before unzipping his fly and releasing his rigid shaft of hot cockflesh. Guiltily he stroked it vigorously, thinking all the while of his lost love and some of the lewd things they used to do together. Most of all, he imagined her sparsely fringed pussy and the wetly glistening hole and his own pink tongue going toward it closer and closer and...oh God!
"Uuuuggghhhhhhhhh!" he said, trying to suppress as much of his scream as he could as his tiny cock at last spurted its sticky white cum into his handkerchief.
Minutes later, Jeff was about to leave the building when he remembered the things the boys were saying about the new fourth grade teacher. They had said something about having a detention with her so she must be still here. Maybe he would just mosey by the room and peek in the window in the door. He would like to look at a broad who was as loose as those guys said. God! He couldn't see anyone in the hall who might question his being there.
Jeff suddenly turned his steps down the corridor instead of out the door. He tried to look as though he were going somewhere else, just in case Landsdowne came along. Landsdowne got the kids out of the building as soon as school was over and often went around himself checking to see if everyone was gone who should be. Of course, Jeff reasoned, he could always say he stopped by to see his old teacher. The guys sometimes did that though mostly it was the girls who did that sort of thing. Jeff could act surprised when Landsdowne said that Miss Woodruff had gone. As a matter-of-fact, decided. He hoped Landsdowne did come. Maybe if he asked innocently, well, where has she gone, Landsdowne would slip up and tell him.
Thinking of Miss Woodruff again, he felt guilty going to look this new teacher over, and just on principle, he almost didn't look into the room. But his prurient interests got the better of his loyalty to his love and he looked. He not only looked, but without realizing it, he stared. The boy had so convinced himself that Miss Woodruff had gone, that for a minute he thought he was seeing a ghost sitting at the teacher's desk. It couldn't be! It just couldn't be Miss Woodruff! He stood frozen at the window in the door, unable to move a single muscle.
Finally she looked up and saw him staring at her with a shocked look on his face. She looked around the room. She had her detention pupils doing a multiplication table over and over again. Since they couldn't leave before it was finished, they were all working assiduously, heads bowed over their papers. Well, there wasn't much cheating they could do since they were already copying something. They could only cheat themselves by talking, so Kay carefully and quietly sidled over to the door. She opened it and stuck her pretty head into the corridor.
"Did you have a nice vacation?" she whispered.
Jeff could not speak. His heart was so shattered that he could only continue to stare at her. He couldn't believe how innocently she greeted him! The thought of the package he had so lovingly wrapped crossed his mind, but he could not have given it to her if he still wanted to now! His hands were frozen at his sides and for a long time his feet were locked in place just as his big gray eyes could not leave her face.
"What's the matter, Jeff?" she asked concerned.
Oh, what could he say? If he tried to utter a single word, he would only burst into tears and he knew it. In fact, if he didn't get out of there real fast, he might cry anyway! The threat of a tear at the lid of his eye finally tore him from his shock and he ran toward the door that opened into the street. Without a word or a backward glance he ran. By the time he reached the heavy door, his chin was shaking and his eyes burned like hot coals. God, don't let me meet anyone, he prayed because he knew he couldn't make it down the walk without crying. Finally God was on his side for no one was outside the school for blocks.
CHAPTER FIVE
At first Kay Woodruff was astounded by Jeff's odd behavior, but then she was relieved. Whatever was wrong it looked as though it was going to work to her advantage, he was going to stay away. She had hoped he would find a girl or some other interests during the summer and forget about her. She had never been so careless before as to let her little escapades turn into almost a love affair! No, she would not see him again. It was true that there was no one in her class this year that appealed to her as much as Jeff Connor had at first with his blond hair and great gray eyes. Automatically she glanced up at the heads bowed industriously over their work. She noticed that Ray Perkins was again staring at her. After a second or so, he looked down. He was never going to finish his detention assignment if he didn't keep working! She would be here waiting for him all night!
Not that she had anything better to do with her evening. If she were home, she would be doing the same things she was doing now, correcting papers and working on her lesson plans. Well, she was not going to do anything else, either! Somehow she had to figure out how to control this perverted desire she had for boy-cock. After spending almost two months with just Jeff last year, one boy! she thought that she was changing. Her feelings with him had been different. At times she had even found herself giving up sucking cock in favor of the stirrings of a new desire to let him have whatever he wanted. If she could only develop that kind of desire, that kind of relationship with a grown man! But she doubted that she ever could. Toward the end, as Jeff became older and more experienced and more in touch with exactly what he did want for himself, her sexual interest had begun to wane. Surely at the end, she felt more confusion than anything else which was hardly the way it was at the beginning!
God, she remembered the first time he had put his hands on her tits! Shivers of sensual delight had run through Kay's vibrant body as her little pupil dragged his tongue over her excited nipple like a live wire. The beautiful teacher had pulled his face deeper into the warm spongy flesh of her tit. She took as much of his sucking of her left tit as she could stand and then she pulled the nipple, wet and inflamed from his mouth and gave him her right tit. Immediately he began to pull and suck ravenously on her nipple, pressing his nose and chin deep into her warm flesh once more. Then his hand found the tit he had just left and began playing finger games with the turgid nipple. Kay closed her eyes and her breathing deepened. The boy's hand on one sensitive tit, his mouth on the other were going to drive her out of her mind! Her tits felt enormous, hot and tight-skinned and tingling as if ready to burst. If he didn't stop. She was going to have an orgasm before she was ready!
"Why don't you lie back, Jeff darling, and close your big gray eyes," she breathed heavily, her hands already fumbling with his zipper. "Did anyone ever tell you about those gorgeous eyes of yours?"
"Gee, Miss Woodruff. I didn't think they were anywhere near as pretty as yours," he had mumbled, his eyes obediently closed.
"Thank you, sweetheart," she had said warmly. "Now keep your eyes closed no matter what I do, understand? Are you pretty good with the will power? If you say you won't peek, does that mean you won't?"
"I won't, believe me, Miss Woodruff," he said stoutly and she was sure he meant it. "I wouldn't peek for the whole world!" he panted as he lay his head back on the couch cushions, stretching out his legs.
Kay could feel the tenseness of her young pupil's virgin body as she finally managed to unzip his fly. She was not exactly calm herself. He had caught on extra fast to the tit sucking, a little too fast for her taste. There was something about Jeff that was boy and not so boy. She couldn't put her finger on the exact characteristic. He was gentle and giving as she had seen in class, but he was not reticent, surely, about a new experience. Kay's nostrils flared and her breathing deepened as she probed through the opening of his corduroy pants and then his white jockey shorts with a shaking hand to wrap her long cool fingers knowledgeably around his boiling hot cock.
The incredulous nine year old squirmed and moaned pleasurably as she slowly coaxed his rigid cock out of his trousers. Already his shorts were saturated with his eager seminal secretions and adhered to his young bloated cock like cotton candy as she maneuvered his slender cum-filled rod of flesh. Finally the eager teacher managed to steer it to his open fly, and it sprang out like a flesh-colored arrow that a master archer flicks from his quiver onto his bow in the batting of an eye. She lifted her hand and stared down at the sweet morsel of hardening boy-cock with keen delight. Now for a moment she studied and admired it like a gourmet before an exquisite feast eats with his eyes first. The half naked teacher could not help but feel wickedly excited once again as she continued to stare down at the boyish cock standing up stiff and straight out of his open fly, pulsing as if with a heartbeat all of its own, and perhaps it did, she fantasized. She admired the glans, still sheathed, peeking out redly and shyly from the wrinkled collar of his foreskin, making it just as intriguing and exciting as if it had been twice the size...three times the size. Oh God, she thought to herself amused, who wanted it any bigger?
Jeff Connor's young thighs jumped as his lovely teacher took hold of his stony prick again, her hand covering almost all of its length except the head. She loved the sponge rubber feel of it, and when she squeezed it, she could feel the inner core of its harness. She bent it slightly and heard him moan. Then she began stroking him, applying a slight pressure so that the foreskin moved back with each downward stroke, exposing more and more of the bulging knob that was glistening with viscous pre-cum. Finally the head slipped free, swelling up toward her and looking for all the world like a bright and shining taffy apple! There was no way Kay could resist the temptation of bending forward until her moist red lips were pursed no more than an inch away from Jeff's wetly pulsing cock-head. Her pink wet tongue shot out like that of a snake catching a fly to lave the slippery velvet surface of the boy's glans and then disappeared quickly back into her mouth as she savored the flavor of his youthful hardness.
There had been a few months passed since her last job and Kay had any opportunity to taste boy-cock! She pulled down young Jeff's pants and underpants and brushed up the bottom of his pullover shirt, leaving the entire area between his knees and his belly-button uncovered. The sight of his pale naked flesh, his cock standing up from the bare velvet skin of his childhood below his belly like a fat little finger and the delicate sac of his testicles hanging down between his slim legs brought an increased wetness and urgency to her tingling pussy, her already-sucked nipples springing to even new erectness. Oh God, how she ached to take his boy-cock in to her mouth and suck hungrily on it, but there was a new, competing desire for her with this boy. For some reason, she ached a little more strongly to first bring him the absolute maximum of pleasure!
For Kay Woodruff, there was little satisfaction in having a boy more than once. Once they learned what sex was all about, they began having desires of their own, and she supposed it was selfish of her, but she simply couldn't bridle her own passion long enough to care what they wanted. Later they could go find some little girl and get what they wanted, but not from her. But there was a difference about Jeff. By now her wet mouth should be on that exciting, lewdly wagging cock down there and yet, she herself wanted this to be a memorable occasion for him. She wanted him to come back! Maybe some change was taking place in her. Maybe she had outgrown her old desires and was at last headed away from this perverted starvation for little boys and toward a more normal sex life!
Yet even as she thought about it, her mouth began to water and taking hold of him again in her left hand, she held the foreskin back all the way and began licking his hard blunt glans again. Her wet pink tongue went around and around until the throbbing head was thoroughly moistened with her saliva, and then she tried to wedge the tip of her tongue down inside the tiny slit at the tip. She was gentle, far more gentle than she usually was. Yes, she was trying to please him as well as herself.
While she was thinking, Jeff kept moaning, enjoying the heat that wrapped his young body like an electric blanket on high. God, now she was taking away her hand and licking up and down the length of his aching hot cock, torturing the super-sensitive underside of his glans with the pointed end of her tongue that sent electric shocks hurrying down his length, all the way back to his asshole. Maybe this was how it was when your electric blanket shorted! A couple of times he felt as though he were going to burst!
Experienced as she was in the art of cock-sucking, Kay knew all the warning signs and on each occasion drew back from his lewdly upstanding prick in the nick of time. Of course, this only tended to make the young boy more susceptible when she went back at him, nibbling her ovaled red lips up and down along the underside of his pulsating shaft and licking at his churning scrotal sac, taking first one and then the other testicle into her mouth and rolling it on her tongue. Finally, as eager to take his cock in her mouth as he was to have it there, she spread her lips wide and took his throbbing tool inside. She let it rest a moment on the flat of her pink tongue like a sausage on a scale, then forced the tip upward so that the small unsheathed head rubbed back and forth over the ridges of the roof of her mouth while she sucked furiously.
To her ecstatic delight, she felt his hands reach up and grasp her softly swaying tits, twisting and squeezing their pebble-tipped ripeness, his childish fingers delightfully torturing her nipples once again into further erections. She wriggled her chin between his balls, her silver hair falling at each side of her face to hide her lewd lovemaking. Her moist lips moved tightly down his swollen prick to its base, where the satin of his skin gently patted her nose. She took hold of his testicles in her right hand and squeezed them gently, her left hand gliding upward over his belly and beneath his shirt to finger his tiny erected nipples. All the while her silver head was moving with maddening slowness from side to side as she sucked like a vacuum on the delectable morsel on her plate!
Then suddenly Kay realized that it was time to prepare her own body, to teach him how. There were few things the beautiful Kay Woodruff loved more than to feel the throbbing hardness of a child's warm, bloated cock in her mouth, but she had to have her own orgasm, too. With a final draw that threatened to pull the sperm right up out of his balls, she lifted her wet mouth away from him. The way his cock, inflamed and swollen with lust from her proficient sucking, was throbbing, he was sure that he was going to explode at any minute! Certainly she wasn't going to leave him like this? God, he wanted to explode! Anything was better than the torture of being left alone!
Kay smiled faintly as she thought she detected his half-opened eyes and understood the disappointment and wretchedness that was crossing his face like a cloud crossing in front of the blazing sun. "Don't worry about it," she assured him. "We'll take care of everything, and it will be super-good my way. You wait and see. Right now, why don't you open your eyes and we'll try to get me ready, okay?"
She wriggled her shoulders just enough to allow the green silk kimono to slide off them and down her arms to the floor. Then she moved a step closer to him, clad only in her thin green silk panties.
"Take them off me, Jeff darling," she murmured.
The half naked boy had all he could do to muster the strength to sit up and work her panties off over her curvaceous hips and down her slim legs to join her kimono at her feet. He stared in open-eyed wonder at the coarse hair on her pussy mound, which was glistening wetly, but was a different color from the hair on her head!
Drawing her stomach in and thrusting her large tits high, she interrupted his amazement through clenched teeth, hissing, "Touch me! Touch me, Jeff, it's all right. Touch me down there!" She spread her legs just enough to admit his hand and gasped aloud while her back arched like a strung bow as his gentle fingers brushed tentatively through her pubic hair and curiously caressed the pink moist folds of her pussy beneath.
"Ahhhhhhh, Jeff, your fingers are so soft and nice!" Her silver head was thrown back, her eyes closed, and her words came softly and huskily so that Jeff barely heard her. He thought of a picture he knew that was of a coyote getting ready to cry into the night! With the damp fleshy softness of her cunt against his palm, he ventured his rigid middle finger between her wet pussy-lips and into the soft, slick, hot flesh inside. With another moan of ecstasy she pressed down tightly against his hand as if trying to swallow up the whole of it. It seemed to the boy as if he were stirring a pot of boiling jelly that had no real substance, the hungering flesh clinging tightly to his finger as it started back near her asshole and eased forward, probing the softly throbbing folds of her pussy.
Kay's spine arched as he continued to move his finger forward to the front of her steaming cunt, and she gasped as she felt a second stiffened finger squirm in between her pleasure-engorged cunt lips. She shivered as his fingertips brushed unknowingly over the bud-like core of her passion, the pink hardening clitoris, and sent darts of hot desire shooting throughout her loins.
"Oh! Mmmmmnnnn! Jeff, darling! Right there," she crooned. "Keep your fingers right there but gently . . . "
For a moment, he rubbed obediently, lightly over her swelling clitoris as she had told him. Then he became more curious and made several obscene attempts before he succeeded in trapping the slippery, elusive little button of flesh between his thumb and forefinger and began squeezing it softly. Far more than he realized, he was sending with each squeeze of her super-sensitive clitoris a thousand-volt charge of electricity rippling through her aroused body, and she squirmed in uncontrollable lust.
Jeff Connor watched his beautiful silver-haired teacher's naked gyrations as her milk-white body writhed spasmodically before him with a beginner's understandable wonderment and fascination. He had never seen a grown woman, or anyone else for that matter, act this way. He had not known such sensations or scenes were possible.
"Aaahhhhhh! Mmmmmnnnnnnn! You're beautiful, Jeff darling! Your fingers are like magic!" she cried out as he kept grinding her yearning lust-roused clitoris back and forth between his fingers as she ground her cunt down against his hand, her voluptuous loins and her belly alive with a mad passion that threatened to devour both of them. Her obscenely squirming pussy continued to massage his knuckles and his palm as he kept caressing her aggravated clitoris, squeezing and pulling the tiny pink wet bulb of flesh until Miss Woodruff shook with passion, her throat choked with emotion. He was starting to make her explode, too!
Kay could feel her body quivering to the rhythm of his small, boyish fingers as her orgasm began building to a swelling crescendo in her desire-twisted belly. She took her own two tits in her hands and lifted them, squeezing and kneading them into cruel shapes as she opened her legs wider and ground her velvety pussy-flesh harder and harder against young Jeff Connor's hand, wetting it from fingertips to wrist with the hot sticky wetness of her oozing cuntal secretions. She wanted to grab his head, force his face between her legs and fill his mouth with her spasming cunt flesh suddenly, but she was too far gone, too weak with the overwhelming sensation that was gripping her body.
"Aaaahhhhhh! Oooooooh, don't stop!" she cried, her limbs and her body having stiffened. She held herself that way as her mouth dropped open again as another groan of passion welled in her throat. " Uuuuuggghhhh! What ever you do, Jeff darling, don't stop! Goddddd! I...cumming! I'm cummtniiinnngggggg!"
Her curvaceous torso whipped against his thrill-inducing hand and every inch of her lust-racked body quivered from head to toe. She shuddered violently as her orgasm exploded like a time-bomb in her belly. Legs wide apart and bend slightly at the knees, she humped his fingers frantically, trying to keep her climax going as long as she could.
When finally it abated, she threw herself across her half-naked boy-lover on the couch and kissed him passionately on the lips, her wet tongue invading his mouth to heighten his senses, and inviting his own pink tongue into her mouth. She sucked and pulled on it as she squirmed her nakedly exposed body lewdly against his so that both of them would be ready. Aaaahhhh, she was ready to move to his cock. She yearned hungrily to taste its boyish sweet flow like a child yearns for ice cream in the summer! She drew her still passionately quivering tongue and lips from his and lay back a moment to enjoy to the utmost the afterglow of her climax. Then she opened her eyes to see the blood-engorged shaft of his prick, the foreskin not covering the glowing purple-red tip, from which a long thread of his eager pre-cum dropped.
"Take off all your clothes," she rasped.
Jeff met her gaze curiously as he sat up beside her on the couch, his pants around his knees and his boyish cock standing out boldly as a guard in front of Birmingham Palace. "Everything?"
"Please," she whispered. Then while he took off his corduroy pants, his shorts, and even his shoes and socks, she worked his shirt off over his head. When he was completely naked, she had him lie down on his back on the couch, his expectant prick standing up from his belly, stiff and straight as a flag staff. She leaned over him, her tits brushing his bared chest, and kissed him again warmly on the mouth. Then as she drew back, she whispered, "Now it's your turn! You just close your eyes and dream of anything you most want!"
Then she kissed his nipples as he had kissed hers, teasing them to hardness, taking them gently in her teeth and nipping them ever so lightly. They were so small! So difficult to catch! But Kay was an expert by now! Drawing away from him for a moment, she again stared at his stony little cock, shivering and straining upward with eager expectancy from his hairless loins. Kay leaned forward and began licking the pearl-like secretions off it as she would melted ice cream dribbling over the sides of a sugar-cone. She licked his swollen testicles as well and the insides of his tight young thighs. Then, gently, lightly, she tickled his nakedly exposed cock-head with the ends of her silver hair and then with the rosy tops of her desire-sensitive tits.
Jeff moaned almost to the point of bursting out in tears as his fourth grade teacher parted his legs just enough so that she could get between them. With just the barest tip of her wet tongue, she found the delicate membrane just behind the smooth coronal rim of his hard prick, wondering if he had yet discovered for himself that this was the most sensitive area of his little male body that by flicking it lightly back and forth, a woman could drive him to sheer heaven.
"Oooohhhhhhh, I feel like a bird!" he rasped.
"I'm sure you do, darling Jeff," she murmured as she ran her wet tongue down to the base of his fever-flushed cock and then back up again a few time. Finally she returned to the ultra-sensitive cleft at the underside of his glans to resume her maddening strumming. With the pulse and the strumming, she mused to herself, he must feel like a hummingbird!
"Ooohhhhhhh," Jeff cried out all at once, using the expression he had just learned from his teacher, "I...I think I'm going to cum! Oh, Miss Woodruff, yesss! I'm cummiinnngggg!"
"Let it cum, Jeff," she whispered briefly as she opened her mouth wide, gulping his wildly throbbing knob inside and continuing to work her tongue furiously over the rigid underside as she sucked him deep into her heated throat. As much as she loved the feeling of his slender young cock filling her mouth, she wanted his thick spewing sperm even more.
Her lovely head became a silver blur as she fucked it up and down furiously on his boyish rod, her sharp teeth grating over the slippery knob and what little remained of her lipstick streaking his shaft with bright red as her lips gripped him like a virginal cunt or an asshole would.
"Cum all you can," Kay gurgled in a frenzy through her cock-stuffed lips. "I want every drop of you I can get!"
As he fucked his quivering stone-hard cock in and out of his teacher's buttery mouth, Jeff's naked ass was bouncing up and down off the couch cushions like a rubber ball. Then it was at that very moment when everything in his balls seemed to explode and rush out through the only escape gap open to it, the tiny slit in the end of his cock.
This was no new experience for the beautiful fourth grade teacher, and her necessity for nine year old boy-cock was her reason for refusing to teach younger or older children. She gagged and gasped happily as she felt his torrent of hot sticky cum shoot into her mouth and rush down her thirsty throat. She had been sucking boy-cock for as long as she could remember, going way back into her childhood and her younger brother. Not a drop of his precious semen escaped her ovaled lips as she coaxed blast after blast out of his viciously responding prick.
Even after he had stopped spurting his creamy cum, she kept his little spent cock harbored in her velvet mouth, sucking and licking and trying to help him regain his hard-on. There was no sign of a rebirth, though, and she pulled her mouth away from the flaccid curl of his nine year old cock.
"Ooohhhhh, darling Jeff, you are delicious!" she enthused as she licked the last drop of cum from his exhausted prick and then let it fall gently down between his splayed thighs. "What did you think of that, Jeff?" she purred.
"Oh, Miss Woodruff," he breathed. "Wow, it was great! Can we do it again?"
Kay was surprised by the sound of her own voice. "Of course we can, Jeff," she told him and found that she was actually looking forward to the next time!
"Miss Woodruff?"
Kay almost said, "What is it, darling Jeff?" when she snapped out of her reverie and realized that it was little Okie standing at her desk. She no sooner looked up to find him there when all of the boys rose from their seats and surged forward. God, she had sucked the cocks of almost every one of them just as she had sucked Jeff. But she had done far more with Jeff than she would ever do with these boys. After Jeff had gone for the summer, she seemed to have slipped back to her old ways in the fall. One boy's cock for one time only was the only way that satisfied her. There were none of these confused feelings of giving and satisfying them which had crept in upon her with Jeff and had made her hopeful of self-reform.
Even now, as she glanced at the one boy in the group, Ray Perkins, who had been staring at her off and on all afternoon, her resolution to forget the boy-cock and try to steer herself through a period of abstinence into man-cock...was crumbling fast. She should not have thought about Jeff and her first experience with him, yet the reason she did, was probably because she had been suppressing herself too long!
"Hey, Ray, what are you doing up here!" Dan yelled suddenly.
"Just a minute, boys," Kay intervened. "Let me see your papers."
"Can we go now?" little Okie asked. "You said we could go if we finished it."
"I haven't seen your papers yet, have I?" she asked him and took the papers from here and there on the desk, wherever each boy had thrown his down. She pulled them into a sheaf in front of her.
"Hey, Ray," Dan tried again to pretend he was having a personal conversation with his buddy. "Hey, don't tell me you finished. I know better!" He kicked Ray behind the desk and grimaced at him.
Kay caught the expression out of the corner of her eye. She could not help now but pay special attention to each paper to be sure that each boy had, indeed, finished his multiplication table twenty five times.
"Ray, there aren't more than eighteen times here!" she exclaimed. "All of you may go except Ray," the pretty teacher announced.
With loud guffaws and teasings and winks, the boys left, punching and slapping each other as they went out the door. Ray stood mutely at the teacher's desk, waiting for his paper to be returned.
"Now, Ray," she began as the door finally closed and they were alone. She had every intention of asking him about his paper and why he had spent so much time staring at her instead of doing his work so that he could leave with his friends. Suddenly she was not sure at all that she wanted to be bothered with the math or even the detention. She heard herself continuing as though she were listening to someone else entirely. Her memories of Jeff had been too much for her. They had stimulated her far more than her frustrations could stand. Besides, now that she thought of it, there had been a few winks between the boys. Was the word getting around? If so, it was probably near the end for her at this school. What was the point of giving up now?
"Ray, I've thought of another punishment for you as long as you don't like math," she stated as fiercely as her rising passion would allow. "Get your things and come along with me."
CHAPTER SIX
Kay took the young boy outside the room and down the hall.
"Are we going to Mr. Landsdowne's office?" the boy asked with a quiver in his voice.
"Mr. Landsdowne has gone home," Kay stated, still playing the firm teacher. "Everyone had gone home. You have managed to keep us here until we are completely alone in this empty building," she said further and looked at him. She thought she saw a glint of expectation in his blue eyes but they were quickly clouded with confusion immediately afterwards. He isn't sure what I'm going to do, she mused to herself. She hadn't noticed Ray very much. He was quiet and his looks were average. His hair was kind of a dull light brown. But now she felt a flood of affection for him because he was so much within her power.
When they reached the teachers' room, Kay stopped in the coffee room just inside the door and bade Ray to go into the other room and wait for her.
"There's a cot in there," she said, still using an undecipherable tone of voice. "Go in and take off your trouser!" She said the last rather sternly as though she didn't expect to be disobeyed, suspecting that the confusion in the boy's mind would help. "Take off . . . " the boy stammered. "Do as I say. I'll be in in a moment." Ray Perkins went into the room as she directed. When he took off his pants at home, his father gave him a beating. Miss Woodruff wouldn't try to do that, would she? Christ, were the other guys putting him on, or what? Was she really going to suck his cock maybe? He sighed heavily. He hoped that's what she had in mind. He removed his pants and even his shoes so that he could lay down on the cot. Christ, she was a looker! His father would call her "some broad!" Ray rolled over and positioned himself near the edge, lying on his face in his jockey-shorts, his tingling cock reminding him of the stories the guys had told about Miss Woodruff. His young prick was getting awfully hard. What if the stories were not true? He would be awfully embarrassed with a hard-on! He tried to think of himself at home or in the doctor's office or someplace where he shouldn't be tempted to think of what Miss Woodruff must look like stark naked!
She was the most beautiful teacher he had ever seen anywhere. She was usually so soft and kitteny that it was hard to believe what the guys had said, really. Why would they lie to him? Dan had told him to go slow on his multiplication so he wouldn't finish and to keep looking up at her like he adored her. Well, that sure wasn't hard. Dan said he thought it would be faster than collecting for UNICEF at her house. That's the story Dan had told him. Now if he hadn't lied and gotten Ray into a pack of trouble, well, then, Dan was right. Ouch! His cock gave another painful lurch as the thought of Dan's plan succeeding stole into his mind. Well, here he was, waiting for whatever might happen! He didn't see why he had to have an initiation into sex before he could take part in the super-duper plan the guys had cooked up, but not one of them would take his side.
The nervous little boy felt his belly knot up fiercely as the door opened wide from the coffee room, where Miss Woodruff had stayed behind, probably to get herself a cup of coffee. From his position on the cot he found himself looking straight at a pair of flowered bikini underpants. Christ, they were see-through! The flowers were connected with bits of string! His eyes could not take themselves away from feasting on the salaciously swollen mound of dark hair between her cream-white thighs. A wild sensation lurched through him and he felt his throbbing cock jump beneath him like a frightened squirrel.
"Now for your punishment, young man," Kay said, easing onto the cot beside him, moving him so she had room to sit, her throat dry as she gaped down at the stretched-out boy awaiting her, the sight of his tanned and hairless young thighs and calves sending shocks of excitement through her. Her eyes feasted on his narrow hips and cotton-covered ass and the leanness of his waist. Why in the world hadn't she noticed him before this, she wondered. Her hand reached out trembling to touch the smooth flesh of his leg, a lewdly lecherous shock racing through her at the very contact. These were the old feelings...not like with Jeff. She smoothed her hand over his taut asscheeks, feeling all his naked young firmness beneath the cotton of her jockey shorts, the contact with his flesh, even through the cotton, instigating familiar sensations of depraved desire in her belly and loins.
There was an unusual conglomeration of thoughts filling the teacher's mind. She knew instinctively that the boys had been talking to him and that she was, in a sense, being framed, as the expression went. Well, she couldn't blame him for wanting his share of the fun. It's kind of a terrible thing to be left out. She also knew that he hadn't the vaguest notion what was in store for him. He must be just a little frightened. But even more than these, was the sadness that Jeff's memory had faded so quickly from her mind when she was confronted with new boy-cock. She recognized that she had been in love with Jeff. Was love so insubstantial a thing? Maybe she was happier with her own interest!
The curvaceous teacher let her hand slip up beneath his shorts to caress his asscheeks, her thumb trailing down the crevice between, her mind filling with lustful uncontrollable thoughts as she stroked his smoothly tensed ass with mounting fervor. My God, his baby-like flesh was so smooth, like brand new satin!
Ray was paralyzed with both bewilderment and excitement when he felt her softly caressing hand ease gently beneath the leg band of his shorts, tenderly touching his ass and then suddenly beginning to stroke the cheeks in a slow circular motion, her thumb actually trailing right along the crack between and always moving downward...downward . . . ! Christ, her fingers were touching his balls! It was as though he had been shocked in the groin with a jolt of electricity, the charge racing through his tensely trembling body so that he could not hold back the little grunt of stimulation it caused him. He lay motionless as a corpse, the sound of her rapid breathing reaching his ears while her tantalizing fingers crept over his little balls like tiny spiders until she was cupping them hotly in the palm of her hand with two fingers spread apart to scissor the pulsating base of his swollen, aching cock squashed between his pelvis and the cot!
The moment she touched him, Kay knew that all her marvelous resolutions about reform were lost. Every nerve in her sensuous body reacted in a tumult of ungovernable lecherous desire. Her reasoning, her vows all were feeble barriers before the monstrous lust that swept them aside as if they had never been, overwhelming her voluptuous body of her young pupil beneath her hot hand, and she was searching downward beneath his ass in an uncontrollable passion between his hard thighs of his sperm-filled balls until she held their velvety sac cupped possessively and her fingers measured the width of his hardened young cock at its base!
His brain racing wildly and making no sense at all, Ray choked as she tenderly fondled his youthful balls and continued to stroke an inch or so of his painfully rigid cock between her fingers.
"Why...what are your doing? he stuttered stupidly.
"It's perfectly alright, Ray darling," the older woman hissed, smoothing her other had beneath his shirt and upward along the hollow of his nine year old young body in the back. "Don't be afraid. This is what you wanted, isn't it? You wanted me to feel your stony cock, to suck it for you with my mouth! Isn't that the truth, Ray?"
At the frank unmasking of the ruse, a panicky sensation of fear spiraled through the little confused boy, but it was the sound of the four-letter word "Cock" coming from her sensual lips that shot his venality into high gear. Oh God, this was his very own teacher talking these words! This wasn't one of the guys, and wow, it sure felt different when she said it then when one of the guys did! Then he felt her hand moving away from his pleading balls and a disappointed emptiness filled him. He turned his head to see her getting up from the cot, her lovely mouth twisted in a lewd smile, her brown eyes gleaming licentiously and, as he watched, she began to remove the few clothes she had on.
"Well, Miss Woodruff is not going to disappoint you if this is the kind of lesson you wanted!" she half whispered, letting herself stretch a little, watching his handsome blue eyes widen in obvious excitement mixed with apprehension as she reached up behind her and unfastened her brassiere, allowing it to slide tauntingly down her arms until her fully swollen tits were entirely revealed to his astonished gaze.
"Do you like these, Ray?" she teased, the wave of perverted abandon sweeping over her welcoming The expression of growing desire in his frightened face as with a lascivious motion she smoothed her hands up to her waist to cup and lift her ripe mounds in wanton presentation to him. "Will you suck them for Miss Woodruff, Ray?"
The apprehension that he had felt before turned to absolute terror now. Ray could not believe what she was saying and doing or the crazy lustful look on her face and in her eyes. She had changed into another person entirely, like a witch or something, only she sure didn't look like any witch he'd ever imagined! He had never even seen any pictures of girls with tits like hers, and she was holding them right out to him, asking him to suck them! God, his poor cock was so hard, he didn't think he could stand it and it really terrified him!
"What's the matter, Ray darling? Do I frighten you? Maybe you don't want me to suck your cock after all, is that the problem?" The pretty fourth grade teacher tormented her pupil luridly. After all, he was surely to blame for the loss of her resolutions, for causing her depravity to once more seize control of her, for this time, felt like the final blow to her getting over this kink of lust! Unquestionably, he had come to her with the idea of destroying her? Was that what all the boys had in mind? Was he part of a plot? Why? She couldn't imagine at all, but realizing his goal had triggered the sadist in her, and she didn't intend to barter her future cheaply.
"I never thought to ask you, Ray, if you have a tongue. I guess you don't," she went on, her little smile pulled to one side of her perfect mouth as she watched him ogle her obscenely cupped tits in apprehensive fascination. Her mind was working in whorish abandon as she caught at the waistband of her flimsy flowered panties and began to pull them down over her hips and ass with a squirming movement that caused her softly molded tits to sway and dance lasciviously.
Oh, Christ, he'd get those guys for this, Ray thought fearfully. He'd made a big mistake in letting them push him into this, but now it was too late! Christ, she was naked, and there was her hairy cunt and all! He'd never seen such beautiful legs and full thighs, and he could see the wet pink slit between, right through the silly dark hairs sprinkled over it! Oh damn, she was coming toward him and there was not place to run even if he could move!
"My grandmother used to ask me if the cat had my tongue. Has the cat got your tongue, Ray?" she whispered, slowly kneeling onto the cot and rolling him over until he was prone on his back, his stiffened young cock like a little tent-pole punching at his shorts. "What's the matter, Ray darling? Don't you like your teacher after all?" she taunted.
"Oh...I...I...Don't know...honest...what . . . ! " the nine year old blurted out, his strained eyes fastened on her gently swaying tits as she leaned over him, unbuttoning his shirt. His throat felt as if he had swallowed his tongue and that's why he couldn't think straight maybe. He wanted to stop her, but he couldn't seem to move himself at all!
Kay Woodruff had never before felt the vile passion of sadism, but as she slowly stripped him, it occurred to her that the perverse pleasure was definitely in tune with her lecherous tastes and that perhaps one worked up to that in stages. At that moment the insane knowledge and craving to punish him for what he had done in instigating this experience was firing her beyond any depraved drive she had ever known! She hardly thought of him as a pupil in her care. He was a young enemy out to destroy her and caught in the web of his own spinning was the epitome of all her seductions. They had all, in truth, made of her the blind unaware victim, rather than the opposite. But tonight, this last night of the old lust, simple and innocent as it was, as well as the beginning of the new sadism, was going to be revolutionary for Kay, and the wild strains of erotic sensations pervading her nakedly sensual body forecast the evil demented enchantment to come. She was right before. Sexual desires sure change!
"Sit up, Ray!" she ordered, and he did so while she pulled his shirt from his back. Then she dropped her head down over him, her long silver hair training over his flesh as she kissed his chest, tonguing her way to each breast and playing with the seed-like nipples until he groaned. Then she moved down over him with distended tongue to lave his chest and belly until she caught her fingers inside his shorts and drew them down while he raised up. At last came the moment when she revealed to herself his throbbingly boy-cock, almost hugging his stomach in its youth, thicker than most and as long as she liked, its delicious purplish head protruding from the sheath of its loose foreskin.
Oh God! It was exquisite! She continued to tug his shorts down, revealing his balls that she'd already held, but incited more by his comparative size, which rather surprised her.
"You are very beautiful, Ray darling," she exclaimed. Perhaps because his cock was a little bigger than most nine year olds she thought briefly, even nostalgically of Jeff, then threw Ray's shorts to one side and bent down over him quickly, her wild wet tongue seeking that drop of delicious young sperm bubbling from his jerking cock-tip.
From the moment she grasped his pulsing cock, she gently stroked it, and Ray raised his head upright to watch. He had given up trying to believe what was happening. It was enough that it was. She had his aching prick in her hand and was extracting the smooth foreskin so that the head stood out like a beacon, and her mouth was just above it, tongue wetly extended. He watched, mesmerized, and saw that little tongue dart out to swipe away the drop from his sensitive prick-tip. Christ! She was beautiful! She was super! He had never even dreamed he would have a teacher who would lick his cock!
But the wicked sensations impregnating Kay's belly were equal to nothing she had ever known before. Her fiery loins tingled with excitement beyond imagination, and her brain was saturated with obscene thoughts of sadistic desire. It occurred to her, as she raised her eyes to glance at the little boy's face while she played with his rigidly swollen cock, that her sadistic bent was not a new development in her depravity. It had been fermenting in her vile subconscious for years, perhaps waiting for the proper victim before bursting forth to take command of her. And this young boy was to be her scapegoat. He had destroyed her life! He was a monster! She eased her lips down over the head of her victim's pulsing cock and bit it slightly, causing him to whimper and squirm.
"Well, if you don't have a tongue," she said, taking his turgid young cock-shaft from her hot mouth, "I'm glad you do have a few feelings, Ray. I wasn't sure there was anything at all in there!"
"Oh! Aaagggg-hhhh! Christ! You...you win, Miss Woodruff," the boy whimpered. He started to cry. "I'm sorry!" he blurted in a gust of emotion.
"What are you sorry for? Why?" Miss Woodruff hissed, holding his rock-hard prick in her hand and stroking it gently, her lush lips less than an inch above it. "Why should you be sorry? You wanted this, didn't you? Wanted me to play with and suck your cock so you could be one of the gang!"
"Oh, golly!" Ray gulped, shocked by the ease with which she had seen through it all, tears still rolling down his cheeks while at the same time wild sensations tormented his loins and belly as he watched and felt her stroking his achingly hard cock.
Christ, he was in love with her! He really was! He'd do anything she told him to if only she wouldn't hate him, if only she would put his burning cock in her mouth again!
Kay watched his distressed, if carnally excited, young face, his tears pleasing her as she continued to caress his trembling cock and occasionally his bloated balls. "Already you are looking forward to other times like this, aren't you? When you and I would be in the school alone and secretly I would take out your stiff little prick and suck it for you until it shot its hot creamy juice into my mouth! Isn't that what you're thinking now, darling?"
"Christ, Miss Woodruff, please stop!" the little boy whimpered, squirming miserably. For some reason her words were driving him crazy, the way she was hissing them at him and what she was saying! He felt as though he was made of window glass and she could look right in and see anything she wanted to. He couldn't stand it!
"Please, Miss Woodruff, I'll do anything you say. I'm really honest and truly sorry! It wasn't just the guys. I've been watching how beautiful you are . . . "
But the teacher heard nothing beyond his offer. "Anything I say, Ray?" the silver-haired demon said quickly, and evil inspiration charging into her brain. "Anything at all?"
"H...honest, anything...only don't be mad any more!" he pleaded.
Kay knew she had been tearing him apart, using her instincts and intuition on his mind the way she would have used her fingernails on his body, but she could not have continued with it, she could not have kept stoking the fires of salacious excitement boiling in her abdomen had she wanted to. She crawled up in the cot beside him while he watched in frustrated astonishment. Then she lay back on the thin pillow provided, her firmly full tits seeming to taunt him further as they flared upright, her whitely rounded thighs spreading apart lewdly.
"Now we shall see, Ray darling, how well you keep your word," she half whispered, her fire-filled eyes burning licentiously. "Have you ever really seen or touched a girl's pussy?"
The nine year old swallowed several times before the word would leave his constricted throat. "N...no!"
"Well, now is your chance, Ray lover," the lecherous woman rasped hotly. "If you really meant what you said, get down between my legs and do everything I tell you to!"
Ray could not believe that it was possible to arouse any more excitement in him than she already had, but he'd been wrong, very wrong. Suddenly, he was so keyed up inside that he felt like a rocket gone out of control, zooming in crazy circles in the sky! She wanted him to get right down between her legs! God, he couldn't even move!
"Well, little lover?" Kay teased, her sensual body a lecherous temple of sadistic lust, and even those raging thoughts increasing when she saw him begin to move hesitantly down on the cot, his lean nakedly exposed young body noticeably trembling as he climbed over her legs, his hardened little bloated cock jutting out from his hairless loins in urgent anticipation. She read the frustration on his face and in his wide eyes as they gaped down at her completely exposed pussy, the sight of his apprehensive lust feeding her own insatiable hunger even more as obscenely she spread her firm-fleshed thighs wider, beginning little undulating circles with her hips and ass.
"Lie down on your belly, Ray darling, with your face right up close to it so you can see inside!" Kay ordered, unable to keep the heat of her rising passion from her voice. "T...that's right, darling, like that! Now does it look inviting to you?"
Ray was speechless! His face hovered only a few inches above the hair-shadowed delight of her nakedly exposed damp cunt, the first live cunt he had ever seen! His breath hitched in his throat as he watched her delicious slit rotating sensuously, expectantly, and marveled at the narrow pink crack that started at the bottom of her smooth white belly and trailed down to the whitely rounded half-moons of her tensed asscheeks and the little puckered dark asshole centered there.
"Go right ahead, darling Ray, don't be afraid!" his beautiful fourth grade teacher hissed. "Take your little thumbs and slowly spread it open so that you see every bit of it!"
Ray's whirling brain reflected that "afraid" was hardly the word to describe his feelings at that moment. Wow, a little while ago he was afraid, sure! But now! Hypnotized, awe-struck, even crazy, but not afraid any longer. He wanted to...had to touch it, to feel it, to see up inside as far as she could see into the moist pinkish hole! His nine year old heart was pounding in his chest as he eagerly lay the palms of his hands on the inside of her gently quivering thighs. With his thumbs gradually touching the fleshy, hair-sprinkled lips of her lust-sensitized cunt, he began to draw them ever so slowly apart, spreading the silken pubic curls and opening the moist pink flanges before him until its jeweled flushed delicacy lay completely exposed to the youthful hunger of his frantic blue eyes. Enchanted, he drank in the breath-taking spectacle, his juvenile loins and belly an inferno of spasming passion as he ground his swollen aching cock feverishly down into the material of the cot . . .
"Christ!" he exclaimed simply in lustful fascination. Bits and pieces of the flickering mental images he had conjured up in his mind raced through Ray's fevered mind, and he realized that his most vivid imagination couldn't equal this moment. He was in some sort of dream! The incredulous boy gaped at the widespread coral-hued mouth glistening moistly with some secret viscous dampness that intrigued him. As he stared, her wet cunt actually twitched and palpitated in its exposed intricate delicacies. Suddenly he understood why the guys wanted to gang up on her. One experience was not enough! They were all jealous of each other. They would all be jealous of him now, thinking that he was with her, just as he would be jealous of the next one!
"Is it everything you expected, Ray darling?" Kay hissed down at him passionately, her head raised to enable her to look down between her sensitive, desire-swollen tits, the wicked depravity of her lewd exposure causing rousing surges of satanic appeal to relax through her perverted brain.
"Put your finger in it! Right in the little wet hole! Hurry, put it in!" she rasped heavily, raising her ass from the cot and suddenly feeling the delicious shock of his finger slipping into the sensitive mouth, then upward into her desperately tingling cunt! Oh God, she thought. This was truly it, this using them, manipulating them to her bidding to the very fullest! Of all the debased acts she had committed on her little darlings, she had never used them to their fullest advantage. She had, in fact, been used by them and didn't know it! But all that was about to change! They were her toys, hers to do with as she desired, just as this beautiful young boy was hers. They could be taught, trained, and coerced. They were like puppies schooled at jumping through hoops, except that their sweet young cocks were desirable and delicious like his finger at this very moment exploring her well-lubricated cunt.
In her entire career, Kay had never ordered a boy to lick her cunt, she thought sadistically, but she was going to from now on. She had always tried to seduce them into the act, and some even had done it, feebly. But from this afternoon forward it would be different.
"Tell me you love my pussy, Ray!" she rasped down at him. "Tell me you adore it, that you want to kiss it, to lick it!"
Christ, the excited child was going out of his mind completely! His finger way up inside the soft throbbing confines of her wetly gleaming cunt was enough to give him the screaming meemies! He certainly did love it and there was no doubt about his wanting to kiss and lick it!
"Tell me" Kay ordered hoarsely.
"Oh, yes! Yes I do want to" he cried.
"Then kiss it right now, you naughty boy! Kiss it and lick it for your punishment I promised you!" she heard herself order him.
Christ Almighty, Ray had never been so happy about being a naughty boy. Was he ever glad he had not finished those multiplication tables. He sure wished his old lady would punish him this way! At the sound of Miss Woodruff's voice his iron-hard cock had leaped beneath him in feverish excitement, and he knew he deserved everything she was doing to him! Wow did he know it!
He dropped his face hesitantly and exploringly, pursing his young mouth to kiss one outer lip of her hair-lined pussy. The very closeness sent a sensuously responsive signal to his brain that he couldn't deny. He inhaled the delicate female aroma, a perfumed and piquant scent that excited his already crazed senses to the extreme. God, he was going to lose his wits! He'd planned to use her...or rather the guys had, yet, she was letting him kiss her pussy! She had even ordered him to lick it! And she was right!
He thrust his small wet tongue out until it too made contact with the velvety moist flesh, the warm liquid feel of it sending chills along his spine, its delicately tangy taste and smell causing his nostrils to flare in virginal ardor.
"Oooooo! That's it, darling! Yesssss! Lick it all over and keep your finger right up inside it, way in! Aaaahhhh! You were very naughty but Miss Woodruff is going to forgive you if you just do what she says!"
Ray felt her hands clutch at his sandy hair, her fingers entwining in his long strands. She began to moan and gasp, forcefully pulling his face into the damply quaking split of her wide-splayed cunt until his nose was buried so he could hardly breathe. He fucked his tongue around wildly, exploring her folds and cracks and puffy mounds until he found that when he touched the little hard bud on top, she trembled all over and her breath came in even throatier gasps. He sensed the movements of her head flailing back and forth on the thin pillow above, and suddenly he forced his wet tongue to join his finger, spearing them both up into the warm velvety depths of her naked sucking cunt like a sort of double fuck.
"Oooooooooh!" she moaned, grinding her hips into the softness of the cot, writhing and squirming then raising her demanding loins up to him again while she pressed his face into the silken hair-fringed flesh, her hot cuntal walls opening and closing in a moist suction action around his teasingly fucking tongue and finger. Dear God, Kay whimpered within herself, his young unspoiled tongue was like a wiggling prong of moist velvet licking and prodding up between her open thighs. Then it was laving up through her pussy-crack to her rigidly responsive clitoris again! Mind-shattering sensations of lurid delight sent rippling tremors over all the nerve-ends of her body as she felt his boyish lips inside her devouring cuntal folds, then circling the tiny pulsating bud of her swollen clitoris and bravely beginning a gentle sucking motion.
"Oooohhhhh! You're unbeatable, Ray darling! You're incredible! I...I forgive you all the plots! I love you, little darling! Ooohhh, Godddd, yessss, Lick and suck it for me, Ray!"
She loved him! A tremendous feeling of elation raced through the young boy. This beautiful teacher loved him! Oh man, he was really doing it for her, shooting her right to the moon! He'd never felt so capable of anything in his life! He raised his blue eyes to look on her ecstatically twisted face. Her pretty head still tossed back and forth, but slowly now at a set rhythm pace, her hands caressing and clutching in his hair. The thought abruptly occurred to him that she was trying to move his face down to the little hole from which he had just withdrawn his finger. Well, he wasn't afraid! He'd never be afraid of anything again. His hands moved boldly upward over the smooth fitness of her belly to the resilient firmness of her quivering tits, cupping and feeling their up-thrust firmness, his young fingers rolling their hardened nipples between them experimentally. Damn, he'd never touched a girl's tits in his life! Girls his age didn't have any for one thing!
All of a sudden she was drawing up her legs and folding them back, then taking his hands from her tits and placing them behind her knees as if to hold them there, the movement more lewdly raising her widespread cuntal hole to his hungry mouth and quivering tongue. Christ, he had never seen such an erotic sight! Her entire ass was right below his face and spread wide open to him. Now he could see the tiny wrinkled rubbery hole of her puckered ass opening as well as he could see her wet cunt, and there wasn't any hair around it at all the way the guys said there was on grown women! She was as smooth as he was from the bottom of her pussy to her asshole!
"Do it, Ray darling! Lick it!" he heard her hissing command and saw her gaping down between her licentiously raised legs at him with a wild gleaming eyes. "Lick Miss Woddruff's little asshole!"
Ray could only stare at her for a full minute. The salacious twist to her beautiful face and the unbelievable things she was doing, the words she was using, all of it was so far beyond the most lustful thoughts he had summoned up ever! Lots of times he had thought about playing with a little girl's asshole with his finger, like playing doctor, but in truth he'd never believed it could happen that any girl would ever let him ....and with his tongue! Yet this gorgeous teacher, Miss Woodruff, had just ordered him to fulfill more than his wildest dream!
The lust-crazed teacher thought as she watched his subservient reaction that the wave of lecherous sadistic lust that had swept over her could never be equaled. He was far more excited than frightened with the thought, she decided in studying his facial expressions. He wanted to, he really wanted to! She lay back her silver head and waited, the realization of her obscene position before his youthfully untainted libido evilly driving her on. God, there had never been anything like him! He was so beautiful! She had not realized what she was passing up! She was actually grateful to his friends for throwing him at her!
Suddenly she felt the warm intoxicating contact of his tongue-tip with her sensitively puckered asshole, laving and probing courageously at the rubber little hole, instigating lecherous sensations of rapture that coursed through her trembling, lust-filled body. There had never been such irritable sadistic carnal pleasure. And then, his boyish tongue was fucking into her cuntal hole again! He loved that most! The beautiful, wonderful lover!
"Ooohhhh, yesssss, my sweetheart! You are delicious! Turn around! Get upside down over me and let your cock hang down above my mouth! I want to eat it now, little lover! I want to feast on you as you are feasting on me! Hurry, darling, I must suck your sweet little cock and balls!"
Hardly knowing why or how he was doing it, Ray did as he was directed, his panting gasps sometimes hitching and choking him, his youthful bloated cock aching so badly he thought if she touched it he would scream, but he didn't. He placed his virginally excited loins over her face without ever losing the contact between his wet tongue over her face without ever losing the contact between his wet tongue and her steaming cunt, always remembering and worrying the tiny erect clitoral bud he had found in the beginning. She writhed beneath him pleasurably as he felt her curling her fingers around his swollen cock, tugging it downward away from his belly. He knew she was raising her head to grasp with wide ovaled lips the length of his boyish shaft, sucking it downward while her soft hands caressed his thighs and moved unerringly toward his balls.
The lust-intoxicated teacher, in her wildly untamed passion, sucked his young prick so deeply into the hot, saliva-filled cave of her thirsty mouth that it gagged her, but she twisted her head enough to catch her breath and then began feverishly running her tongue up and down its soft underside, feeling it throb and pulse to her touch and tasting the pungently youthful freshness of the seeping lubricating fluid oozing from the split at its tip. She cupped his swollen testicles affectionately in the palms of her hands while tiny explosions of lust burst insanely in her brain, and automatically he began to move up and down, in and out of her devouring mouth in lewd cadence to the fucking of his lashing and probing young tongue in her searing hot cunt below.
Oh yes! This was the ultimate, Kay thought. Making him lick and kiss her pussy while she orally caressed and sucked his deliciously tender cock and balls. Never had she known such grossly wicked pleasure, nor had such an avid pupil, she reasoned lewdly. The desire-demented teacher sucked with fury at his throbbing rod of lust-bloated flesh embedded to her very throat, feeling him slave with eager moist sounds at her obscenely exposed loins, his young childish hands suddenly clutching at the rounded cheeks of her ass as he tried to fuck his little pink tongue even deeper up into her heatedly quivering cuntal hole!
Now this one, she would never be without! He was magnificent! Oh, the vile and wicked thoughts she would teach him to bring her pleasure! Dear God, her cunt was on fire with the licking flames of lust and evil consuming her! Then she felt his finger working bravely at the tiny puckered, defensively clasped ring of her asshole. Her breath quickened excitedly, and she let him know her accordance by lewdly grinding her anally puckered lips up at his finger. He pushed into it with a slippery movement while she squirmed her asscheeks, feeling it slide right up inside her rectum to the palm of his fucking hand.
"Uuuggghhhhh," the older woman groaned around his expanding organ impaling her mouth, her lips and tongue stopping their gentle caresses momentarily, his delicious invasion of her rectum causing her mounting climax to charge toward its pinnacle like a wild animal charges its prey. What a wonderful lover he was! She felt his mouth glued to the roundly elasticized hole of her aroused cunt, his fucking tongue swirling and lashing the sensitive walls magnificently in rhythm to his pummeling young finger fucking her asshole! Again she began to nurse and suck the hotly thrusting thickness of his boy-cock with all her strength and experience, her cheeks hollowing and swelling obscenely while her belly rose and fell frantically as she pulled at him!
Christ Almighty! He surely had to cum! Kay thought desperately, her hot lips clasped firmly around the throbbing blood-engorged head of his jerking cock, while simultaneously, deep inside her clasping inner walls, the violent spasms of her own ecstasy began. She squeezed desperately at his bloated young balls, then raked her nails grazingly beneath them as she strained at her own rising orgasm!
"I...I'm cummiinnnggggg!" Ray groaned incredulously into the moistly pink flesh of his teacher's spread-open cunt, and Kay felt his young pelvis jerk, the velvety head of his tensed cock swelling warningly in her voraciously sucking, thirsty mouth...and then it came!
The little nine year old virgin shot his load up into the back of her avid throat in wild spurts of teeming creamy liquid, gush after gush of his hotly youthful-tasting semen answered by the convulsive tremors of her own hips as her climax erupted violently in a tremendous explosion of erotic bliss! Again and again, his hot jets of youthful cum spewed deep up into her throat while she groaned and sucked wildly, her Adam's apple bobbing licentiously as she swallowed and swallowed the virile nectar squirting into her hungrily gulping mouth!
Then, unbelievably, it was over! Shockingly over! Kay realized in the dying wake of her frenzied demoniacal emotions, her face paling even as her body still trembled from the fit of ecstasy that had snapped it, that reality was before her now. With rising horror she awaited the look of amusement that was sure to be in the child's eyes as he couldn't wait to get out and tell his friends that Miss Woodruff had sucked him off, too! For some reason, Jeff's horrified face in the mirror of her door, returned to haunt her. She finally understood that he, too, had heard of her subsequent behavior. Was it as bad as all that? She would expect most men and boys to understand her lust better than most other women. The male of the species was generally better acquainted with the force of his baser emotions. Well, Jeff would understand in time, and all of her boys would appreciate what she had done for them some day...if they remembered her at all.
CHAPTER SEVEN
They milked it all out of Ray...well, not really all of it. They were only interested in satisfying themselves that Ray had actually been sucked off and it never really occurred to them to ask for any great detail. But there was an interesting fact that the boys' leader Dan turned over in his mind and that was the fact that no one was in the building as late as the detention teacher, and the detention teacher for this week was Miss Woodruff. They would have to move fast.
Still childish enough to plan with giggling and noise, the boys had to keep shutting each other up all day as they could not keep their minds or anything else at all but their big time with the curvaceous fourth grade teacher, the big time to come! And so it did, finally. The boys all hid in the bathroom while Dan and Ray did another detention, Dan for deliberate new mischief and Ray obstensibly for not finishing his table the previous afternoon.
Kay, of course, only wanted to keep him around. After she had gone home yesterday afternoon, she had fallen into the deepest, most peaceful sleep she could ever remember having. The boy was good for her. He had given her such complete sexual satiation that she could not imagine needing any more for a week. However, the minute she had seen him walk into the classroom this morning, she knew that even tonight was not too soon for her! Unfortunately, she discovered with a pang of rejection, he did not share her anticipation. He brought his tables to her as soon as he had finished the ones left over from yesterday and explained, not very convincingly, that he had to go home. Startled, she asked him whisperingly if anything was wrong, if he had changed his mind about her.
He shook his head no. "My dad's expecting me home early today," he explained in a hushed voice, as though he didn't wish Dan to overhear.
Kay automatically glanced over at the bigger boy and noticed the quizzical look in his eyes, then he returned to his work. Ray turned and left quickly, and Kay sighed. She had been looking forward to making love with him so much that she had been finding it easy to hurry through her papers, correcting them. Now she was going to have difficulty concentrating, she could tell. Well, she ran her fingers through her lovely hair and bent over her work in a brave attempt to accomplish something in spite of her disappointment.
After Ray had been gone for awhile, Dan came up to her desk. "Miss Woodruff, can I go down to the gym to talk to Paul?" His rascally face was lit with mischief.
"What do you mean, 'talk to Paul in the gym!' No one else is supposed to be in the building this time of day! How did Paul get in?"
"He didn't have to get in, Miss Woodruff. He just stayed in to wait for me."
"Dan, you know that's against the rules. Have you finished your multiplication tables?"
"N...no," the boy said.
"Then you wait right here and finish. I'll go down to the gym and get Paul out of here before Mr. Landsdowne finds him." With that she got up from her chair, and without noticing the pleased expression on the face of the little boy who turned quickly away to return to his seat, she rushed to the gym.
"Hi, Miss Woodruff!" Paul welcomed her before she could open her mouth and utter the angry words that were on the tip of her tongue. "How would you like to come to our party?" he invited with a grin, proud of himself for remembering everything Dan had told him to say.
Sure enough. He and Okie and...and Jeff Connor were all sitting on a bench eating cookies and drinking soda.
"Look what we got for you!" Paul continued while she was getting over her surprise at seeing them all.
God, it was the biggest martini she had ever seen. There were four olives floating around in the bottom and a couple of ice cubes that Okie was just putting in from an ice bucket at his feet. She saw at least three small bottles of martini mix beside his toe.
"I'm the bar tender, Miss Woodruff," Okie piped up when he saw the lovely teacher looking at him. Jeff had not said a worn. He only looked at her for a split second then turned his eyes away. Suddenly the shocked teacher smelled a faint sweet scent in the air. God, they were smoking marijuana, she was sure of it!
"Boys," she said with a lump in her throat. "You had better clear out of here. Pick everything up now and go, and I won't say anything about it to anyone but . . . "
"Thing is," Dan was suddenly talking from behind her, "we might say something if you don't stay and have a party with us, Miss Woodruff!"
The meaning of his words was crystal clear to her. She looked around. Where was Ray? Last night's lover was nowhere to be seen. Was he in on it? God, she hoped not! It was bad enough finding Jeff here! The beautiful teacher suffered a pang of nostalgia followed by a brief interlude of sorrow for the old love that was dead, but her immediate concern was the state of her new love. She tried to bluff a kind of cynicism and found herself taking the huge glass of martini when it was shoved into her hand.
"Well, I suppose Ray is getting the police," she said with a sneer that was meant to cover her trepidation. "If not, maybe I had better do so!"
Dan and Paul both ran to the door when she turned and started to leave.
"What good will the police do you, Miss Woodruff?" Dan taunted.
"They might be interested in the grass they'd find!"
Paul turned away but Dan faced her without batting an eyelash.. She could not detect whether he was lying or not.
"If you mean the smell, you should come down here more often. It always smells of weed, don't it you guys?"
There was a chorus of agreement. Kay hesitated, then, without knowing what she was doing, because he held it in her hand, she took a hearty swallow of the martini. Again she searched every part of the gymnasium that she could see from where she stood.
"Hey, if you're still looking for Ray," Okie spoke up, "he chickened out of the party, I guess. He ain't here."
"No," she heard herself explain. "His father wanted him home right after school."
She really wanted to sit down and think about what to do. This was such a crazy stunt for the boys to get involved in. Why were they doing it? All she could think of was that they didn't believe the details of each other's stories and wanted here there to confirm or deny, because she was already convinced that the party did indeed have something to do with her sexual activities. God! Did they expect her to talk about the things she had done with each one of them as though it were matter for a TV show? Once it was over with each of them, she didn't even want to think about it! Still standing halfway between the door and the benches that the boys had pulled together, she took another big swallow of her martini.
"Taste good, Miss Woodruff?" Dan asked, and in the silence that followed, during which the pretty teacher finally became aware that she was drinking from the big glass, an unspoken response hovered as though all were thinking it at the same time. It's not as good as boy-cock!
With the help of the alcohol, which she was drinking far more rapidly than she would from an ordinary martini sized glass, Kay's resistance crumbled enough to let her sit down. Now all the little boys relaxed and sat down with her. Again she took a swallow of the big drink.
"Okay, boys, what is the meaning of all this?" she asked, hoping she could reason with them as they went along in their explanation.
"It's just a party!" Paul exclaimed loudly.
"What kind of party?" she asked, suspicious.
"Why any kind of party we want!" Okie said.
"Surrrrre," Dan smiled. "Drink up, Miss Woodruff.
The curvaceous fourth grade teacher was indeed baffled by their action now. Obediently she took another swallow of the martini.
"Hey, who was supposed to bring the toothpicks?" Okie said suddenly. "My dad always has toothpicks in his olives or else how do you get the olives out of the glass? I told somebody to bring them!"
"Not me," Paul defended himself quickly. "Maybe it was Ray you told."
But the silent Jeff Connor drew the box of toothpicks from his pocket and still avoiding Kay's brown eyes, handed the box to Okie.
"Here you are, Miss Woodruff," Okie said, handing her a couple. Automatically she took them and thanked him, then she sought to spear one of the four olives that were now rolling around the bottom of the big glass, but the drink was still a little too deep for the length of the toothpicks and she had to drink it down a little.
God, she was going to be drunk, she knew, but at this point nothing else seemed to make any sense, anyway. Were they going to expose her? Ironically she recalled the going-away birthday party she had given Jeff. Maybe this was a going-away party for her! Just the same, she thought dazedly, she should not have drunk the martini. It was against school rules! She looked around at their young faces to see if they were eating cookies or something. It was so quiet. It was then she realized that her head snapped around on her neck much faster than was normal, a familiar sign that she had had far too much to drink. Also, she had difficulty even counting the blurred forms of the little boys. She could swear one was missing, yet each time she counted, she got a different number.
"I vote we have a nudie party!" Dan said excitedly from somewhere...from behind her. She swiveled her head around. That was going too far and she had to object! After she turned and managed to focus her eyes, Dan came up to her close enough so that she could see that he was already stark naked!
"Yaaaahhhhhhh!" the little boys jumped up and began taking off their clothes.
"Hey, you guys, go get a mat," Dan directed.
"Wh...what do you need a mat for," the now frightened teacher asked.
"Who wants to sit bare-assed on wood?" the boy answered, and she had to admit to herself that it was logical. But then she began to wonder if they were going to ask her to go naked, too! Oh, no! She would not do that! She got up from the bench tippsily. She could barely make out Paul and Jeff in a state of half-dress dragging a mat into their little circle made by the benches. She headed for the door once again, but all she could do was spin around and sit down once more.
"Let's get Miss Woodruff naked, too, you guys!" one of them shouted. She could no longer distinguish one voice from another.
"Yes, Miss Woodruff, let's get naked now," another added, pretending to mimic her own instructions to the boys. Even in her alcoholic haze she felt her cheeks blush. They were upon her very suddenly, from out of nowhere, it seemed! The glass seemed to float away out of her hand. They must have taken it. She didn't hear it fall or break. While Paul unbuttoned her skirt, letting it fall around her lower legs, Dan unbuttoned her blouse, finally opening it and caressing her straining tits inside her brassiere lewdly.
How could she deny the rising sensations their youthful hands were triggering in her? She gaped around the room at the expectantly hardened cocks thrusting lewdly from the little loins she knew too well, each and any one of them enough to set her off, she thought, as she looked at them once more. Dan's and Paul's hands moved over her skillfully. Eliminating her skirt, blouse, and brassiere. Then Paul was slowly tugging her soft white panties down over her knees and ankles. God, she thought almost reeling, she was as naked as they were!
Then they were all moving in on her, closing a circle, while Paul slipped his arms around her from behind, his hands squeezing and fondling her swelling tits, his erectly stiff prick pressing into the smooth crack between her smoothly rounded asscheeks. She wondered vaguely how he could reach her like that and then realized that he was up on the bench. Dan dropped to his knees in front of her, his hands roaming over her nakedly exposed flesh, her tits, belly, and thighs. Then they were all crowding in as close as possible to rub their turgid young pricks against her satiny legs!
She felt helplessly alone, naked and surrounded in the empty sounding gym. She was completely at the mercy of their lust. Weird masochistic sensations raced through her at the thought, her liquor-drenched brain unable to hold back the devilish imps of sensuality their lewd fondling of her naked flesh had unleashed, tiny satanic imps of hell that had governed the realm of her lecherous body too long to ever relinquish hold over it.
Oh my God," she moaned as Dan's young lips closed over and nipped teasingly at the curled pubic hairs covering the protuberantly enticing mound at the base of her belly.
His innocent young face grinned evilly up at her, "That's the way, Miss Woodruff. Let yourself get with it. Look at all these cocks eager to say 'thank you' for the way you've handled them in the past." He laughed, the others joining him. "Okay, guys, let's just carry her right here onto the mat where we can really do her justice!"
And they did try to lift her until it was clear to them that it was impossible, so they settled for dragging her along and just forcing her down. They all dropped to their knees on the mat surrounding her once she was down. Their young hardened cocks jutting excitedly out from their hairless loins. But it was the heavy poker-hard length of solid cock-flesh of Paul's that was sticking into her ass from behind that was sending the only waves of real fear through Kay. She remembered that one and how abnormally large it seemed to her the time she had uncontrollably seduced Paul. Dear God, she could hardly get her mouth over it, she remembered, and even than she had had to stroke it vigorously to make him cum, and afterwards she had vowed never to touch him again. He'd been like a rutting young bull, trying to ram it down her throat while he clutched her head.
"Hay, Dan, you said me!" Paul suddenly cried as he saw his friend crouch down.
"Oh, yeah," Dan acknowledged. "Sorry, but I thought you was doing something behind there!"
The two boys switched places and Paul got down on the floor before her with a sense of importance. God, she hoped he wasn't going to try to enter her there!
"Go ahead, Miss Woodruff, spread them beautiful legs open wide, Paul said, his eyes gleaming wickedly. "Don't be bashful with me!"
Kay spread her legs, but only slightly, her mind still filled with fearful thoughts of that first time. God, if his prick were small and tender like the others! Oh, she must be losing her wits entirely! Here she lay, hopelessly subjected to their slightest whim, and instead of being shamefully debased, she was shamelessly alive inside with a wild mounting desire! Oh God, what a hopelessly lost lecheress she was! Whatever made her drink that huge martini? Between that and her lust, how could she hope to control anything?
Paul was hissing at her. "Wider, Miss Woodruff, as far apart as you can get them!" His nine year old face leered obscenely. Oh where did children learn to be so evil so young? she thought, spreading her milk-white thighs to the farthest extend until the whole of her defenselessly naked cunt was lewdly exposed to him. "Fuck!" he swore. "Look at that delicious sight, will you?" His voice was hoarse. "Oh, man, am I going to have me a feast!"
The other boys giggled, Kay gasped aloud, her heart pounding in her chest, and Paul dropped to his knees, then forward on his belly with his face hovering inches above her loins.
"Go ahead, Paul! Eat Miss Woodruff's cunt! Can't you see how hot the bitch is for it?" Dan prodded his buddy, grinning widely.
"Oh boy, are you going to put your tongue up in there?" Okie squealed with delight. "Let me see!"
"Yeah, give her the old tongue, Paul," Dan chimed in as he lay down beside the helpless woman and took her arm to put around his neck as a cushion for his head. "I want to suck a little titty, don't you, Okie? Hey look at these her titties on the menu!"
"Yum! Yum!" Okie replied quickly, taking a similar position on the other side of Kay until she was lying there with her arms around both of them, her feet flat on the floor with raised knees, her firmly rounded thighs wantonly agape before the beady staring eyes of big Paul.
The shamed teacher gasped as she felt both boys begin to greedily fondle the smoothly resilient flesh of her up-thrust tits, kissing and tonguing her nipples and finally sucking them hungrily into their young mouths. She could feel their hard bloated cocks pressed nakedly into each side of her body, and both of them immediately began a lewd rhythmic undulating motion with their pelvises as she felt Paul's large hands made contact with the flesh of her inner thighs, causing her breath to catch passionately in her throat.
"Aaahhhhhh," she whimpered again when she sensed dewy tantalizing kisses being lavished on the hair-lined slit of her excited cunt, Paul's tongue suddenly flicking out wetly at the palpitating opening within. Every muscle in her warm body tautened at the maddeningly pleasurable licking of her unseparated cunt-lips, while escaping sounds of growing ecstasy rose in her throat. She felt his thumbs spread open the puffy excited edges of her cringing pussy, and then he laced his hotly darting tongue up through the sensitive pink flesh feverishly.
The beautiful silver-haired teacher groaned, gasped and twitched spasmodically beneath the lustful mouths and tongues sucking and biting at her hard nippled tits while the third boy orally fucked into her simultaneously eager and unwilling cunt and then licked wetly upward to circle her erectly quivering pink clitoris. Paul's thick, thick lips sucked continuously, drawing the soft inner folds into, the warm shelter of his young mouth while his pink tongue kept up its spine-shattering licking against the tiny nerve-plexus between her legs.
"Yessssss! Oh God, ooooohhhhhhhh!" she whimpered, already feeling the first stages of orgasm beginning in her belly from their licentious ministrations to her defenseless drink-possessed body. It was then that she noticed Jeff taking a position above her face, his feet on either side of her head and facing the others. He squatted down until his small balls dangled above her mouth and the little brown hole of his asshole nearly touched her nose. Mindlessly she licked out her long tongue, beginning to lave and coat his young testicles with her saliva, finally raising her head voluptuously and opening her lips wide to gently suck what she could of them into her mouth.
She heard the child groan, for Jeff she knew well enough to recognize his voice under any circumstances. Then she felt him raising up again. Reluctantly she let him free, but he wasn't going far. He was repositioning himself between her body and theirs so that his hardened and familiar cock was above her lips. With one hand he forced it down and withdrew the foreskin, holding it for her to quickly raise her head and suck it into the heated interior of her greedy mouth, and he immediately began to fuck in and out of her face, his rigid young bloated cock nearly choking her as it probed with boyish lust up toward her throat.
Kay's depraved passion with the aid of a giant martini had quickly driven her beyond any rational stage and she suddenly lost all conception of time and space. The perverted streak inside her had destroyed all restraint she might once have possessed, she realized as she wantonly and masochistically gave her incited flesh to their young depravity. Insane sensations of obscene bliss permeated every inch of her voluptuous body, and voraciously she sucked at Jeff Connor's swelling cock, knowing from experience that in moments it would be spewing its hot sweet cum up into her waiting voracious throat while the slavish tongues and mouth pulled enchantingly at her taut nipples, and the one between her legs, that fucking pink oral cock, sent erotic shocks of licentious joy racing through her uncontrollably throbbing cunt and belly. God, she was going to cum herself in a minute!
Suddenly she felt a new intruder playing around her asshole and braced herself, sensing his finger pressing teasingly against the tightly puckered little hole until suddenly it popped up inside and slid unhesitatingly right up into the depths of her rectum! She groaned around the stiffly fucking cock in her mouth, the sound increasing as suddenly she felt a second finger join the first in her asshole, and finally a third, making her gasp and choke as they began to worm and fuck tormentingly in and out of her ass.
"How do they feel in there, Miss Woodruff? How do you like the imagine plug in your ass!" Kay heard and recognized Philip Kiley's voice. Instead of thinking of what he had said, she marveled on her renewed ability to recognize voices. She must be sobering up, she reasoned.
The boy continued, "You see, I want to stretch it good and proper for you before I shove my cock in it later on!"
Whatever he was saying, Kay was not listening to the words themselves. His sadistic invasion of her rectum, coupled with Paul's delightful licking of her wet cunt and the hungry young mouths at her tits, was triggering her climax. She was indeed a feast! She felt like a feast with devouring mouths sucking at different parts of her curvaceous body! The final embellishment was Jeff's jerking cock brushing the back of her throat!
"Oh, man, I'm going to cum!" he gasped. "Suck it hard! Suck it hard!"
Within seconds, Kay's ravenous mouth was flooded with a torrent of creamy hot sperm that raged down her excitedly swallowing throat in a fury of seething fire. She fought for breath as she gulped with lustful hunger at the viscous fluid ejaculating rampantly from his jerking boy-cock, driven to the depths of her fervidly constricting throat. Simultaneously, her own building pressure peaked and burst sending ecstatic jolts of rapture racing over and through her convulsing body.
As Kay licked and sucked on it, licking feverishly for its last drop, she felt Jeff's youthful prick growing limp in her vacuuming mouth. So she raised her head to gape down at Paul between her widespread thighs, her passion released, hoping that he would stop and that Phil would remove his hotly fucking fingers from her asshole. But one look at Phil's grinning face and Paul's upraised beady eyes let her know differently. They didn't intend to stop, not even for a moment! Dear God, she realized, jerking frantically as the big boy's hot tongue continued to stab and lick at her inflamed clitoris, they intended to exhaust her, to extract her perverse mind slowly out through her agitated cunt, and as the sadistic boy continued to mouth and tease the tiny intricate little bud of her clitoris, she sensed the pressure beginning to build once more. Oh Lord, she would cum again in a minute!
"Okay now, you guys," Dan suddenly announced. "Time to change places so's everyone gets a fair shake!"
"Like musical chairs!" piped up Okie.
"Yeah," Dan grinned, "except no one is out!"
CHAPTER EIGHT
The tortured teacher gave thanks at this point for the liquor she had drunk, for without its anesthetizing effects, she would surely have gone mad by this time. Her frantic body was quivering. It was nothing more than a mass of erotically tortured nerve-ends. Unceasingly the gang of little boys had kept up their oral ravaging, and for how long it had gone on, Kay had no idea. Nebulously, she was aware that now and then there would only be one or two of them at her, while the others took a drink of soda or even played tag. Dear God, it couldn't go on much longer or she would go absolutely insane! Yet, they only sniggered obscenely each time she pleaded with them, and whoever was taking a turn at the endlessly seething inferno up between her thighs would begin to lick and suck fiendishly until the convulsive spasms jolted again through her loins and belly in a paroxysm of agonized climactic pleasure.
"Oh God, please no more...no more . . . " Kay pleaded, trying to focus on the face that hovered over her while his hand lewdly stroked his again hardened cock. "I beg you...all of you...no more of that! I can't stand it!"
"No more of what, Miss Woodruff?" Paul teased, wanting to hear her say it and wondering if she were ready for the next step in the games they had planned.
"All this...the licking and...and sucking of my cunt!" Kay whimpered in a debased shame she had never before known, using the vilest of terms because she was certain it was what he...they...wanted to hear. She had to gain their mercy somehow and that was not easy with nine year olds on a field trip! But God, she couldn't cum one more time!
"Hey, Okie!" Paul called, making a sign with his fingers when Okie raised his wet shining face from between her obscenely spread thighs and noted the sigh of deliverance escaping from her voluptuously trembling body. Gee, she sure tasted good, the child thought. He should have tried this before! But now Paul wanted to go into the other idea they were supposed to do. He gazed at her firmly rounded tits that they'd all sucked into swollen hardness and down over the flat white plane of her belly to the hair-fringed area between her ravaged cunt-lips, which lay open now to expose the glistening velvet flesh they had purposely tormented beyond reason.
"Hey! I know what let's do, let's fuck, huh, you guys?"
Kay stared up at him, her skin cringing at the sight of his loins, his bloated testicle sac hanging menacingly beneath. He was giving her no choice, she realized. It was let him fuck her senseless or more of the ordeal she had just gone through! Then she saw the others moving in to surround her again, all of them with re-erected pricks except for Jeff, who seemed again reticent. Oh God, she thought deliriously, not all of them!
"Aren't you ready yet, Miss Woodruff?" Paul asked and when she made no answer, he signaled to Dan, who immediately started to drop down between her still widespread thighs. '
Dan said, "She needs a little more cunt-licking, Paul!"
"No, please, not that! I'm ready. Yes, fuck me! Anything! But no more of that!" Kay pleaded, raising to her elbows shakily.
"Okay", Paul giggled, as if her were answering a request. "If that's what you want, Miss Woodruff, we'll fuck you. Phil and I've been saving our whole load for this act of the party, huh, Phil!" Lascivious laughter passed between the two boys and then echoed among the others. Then Paul dropped down onto the mat beside her and stretching out on his back, his up-thrust boyish cock pointed ceiling-ward.
"Come on," he ordered lewdly. "Come on and teach me, teacher! Let me sweet little prick get a kiss and a lick before I put it to bed!"
Of them all, only this overgrown boy actually repulsed Kay and had done so ever since she made the stupid mistake of letting her depravity get the better of her that first time. Now she couldn't hold back the feeling of utter loathing she felt as with an unsteadily shaking body, the drunk-and-lust-sated teacher arose to her knees and then climbed astride his young legs and bent down over his thickly rigid shaft of hot boy-flesh.
When she subserviently grasped his massively distended cock inside her slender fingers, he raised his head to watch. She felt his hardness lurch to her tongue, a surprising sensation rippling through her belly at the hotly throbbing feel of it in her hand. She began to work the thick foreskin up and down over its bulbous blood-engorged head, finally drawing it all the way back until the moist spongy glans was exposed. Then she kissed it with timid lips, letting her tongue spear out to penetrate the slit of its glans opening and tasting the piquant tang of seminal fluid that clung there.
Kay heard him grunt beneath her laving tongue, and she began to wetly lick his sensitive underside, swirling around the coronal rim, her loathing and repulsion of only a moment past rapidly dwindling before the lecherous tingling a hard, blood-filled cock against her lips and quivering tongue invariably kindled inside her. She sensed an unbelievable tremble of excitement race up her spine as she licked her way down the thick shaft to his swollen balls, kissing them and coating them with the saliva from her voracious mouth, her own incredible desire building almost painfully in her loins and belly. Dear God, was there no end of her depraved hunger?
"Awwwww, come on, Miss Woodruff," Paul exclaimed. "Put my cock in your cunt! I wanna fuck!"
Kay smiled to herself over his childish way of putting it. They were still babies, all of them! Surely she could handle them once she sobered up just a little more! And now, she thought licentiously, all she had to handle was Paul's stolid cock! She sighed heavily and moved up over him on her knees with her white thighs spread apart, her full tits hanging and swaying above his young chest, her still moist and open cunt directly above the tip of his heavy young prick. Then with one hand she reached back between her legs, grasping the hard shaft to draw its head back and forth through the softly trembling lips separating her swollen, hair-lined cunt lips.
"Shit!" Paul gasped, thrusting his young pelvis upward uncontrollably. "Get it in for me, will you, Miss Woodruff?"
Again Kay had to smile and the smile strengthened her and her will just a little bit more. At the moment she was thankful for her lubriciously dilated cunt which their fiendish licking and sucking were responsible for.
Phil Kiley watched it all from behind, his face almost touching Paul's legs and Miss Woodruffs beautiful ass, his eyes gaping as he watched her place his buddy's thick cock-head right at the quivering , mouth of her distended cunt-hole, then push her asscheeks down onto it with a swoosh, taking the whole frigging thing right up inside her pussy on the first fucking lunge! He heard their teacher let out a heavy sigh and Paul grunt in reaction as she rocked back and forth on his turgid, bloated prick, then lifted her hips, her clutching cunt-flesh sucking and pulling at it only to plunge down again, this time with an abandoned circling undulation of her loins. For a moment, Phil was sure he would shoot off just watching the horny sight!
God, that was the thing about Miss Woodruff! No one guy was going to tear her up with his feeble cock! Like Paul and Dan said, she was too much, which was why it was such a good idea to team up like this and really get her going like they did for awhile. Gee, she had cum so many times her guts must have been ready to fall out. But here she was, right back for more!
Phil Kiley stared at the little spongy ring of her raised asshole, all puckered and brownish without a hair around it, but sure swollen and maybe stretched a little now from his and the other guys' fingers. The aroused boy stared, watching it bob up and down between the rounded white half-moons of her spread-open asscheeks and wishing to hell it was his turn next. According to the plan, Dan made the next move as soon as Paul gave him the signal he'd taught him. Then, his shot came with Okie joining in.
Paul now was clutching cruelly with his big hands at Kay's rhythmically dancing tits, squeezing and kneading their resilient satin smoothness while he lifted from the floor to thrust his aching cock up into the tight velvety confines of her gasping cunt hole. Shit, she was...she was too much! Her long silver hair hung down to graze and tickle his cheeks, and there was a smile on her face, a confident little smile that was drawing the sap right out of him. His balls churned almost painfully. He'd held his load back for so long. When he lifted her tits up and looked at her plunging cunt swallowing up his aching hard cock, he couldn't believe it!
"What's the matter, Paul?" Kay panted ever smiling down at him. "Am I too much for your little cock?" She had successfully taken in his big cock without letting him know of the pain it had inflicted. Of that she was very proud!
The big boy choked, his words bunching in his throat before he could get them out, and the beautiful teacher's smile twisted to a salacious grin.
Damn them! she thought. She'd show them who their mistress was, and she would enjoy the delights of their cocks in the bargain! But it was this big brute she had to humble first because he was inside her now. She calculated, however, that Dan was the one to really get. Once he were humbled then the others would be easy. For a moment there in the beginning, when she'd plunged down on the thick shaft and its rubbery head had battered her cervix, she'd had a moment of doubt. Paul was beyond the size she cared to have inside her sensitive hole, but now that the worst was over, the nudging and pummeling was instigating a delicious pressure in her belly.
"Okay," Dan suddenly spoke up, interrupting her thoughts and Kay sensed a spasm of apprehension at the sound of his voice. She felt another presence moving in behind her and automatically assumed it to be Dan. She sensed his hands on her ass, warm and caressing, then smoothing to her hips, the heat of his body evidence of his closeness.
"Wh...what are you going to . . . " she started.
"No talking when you're doing your work!" Paul snarled at her almost viciously. She recognized her own phrase, one that she especially had to use with Paul and Dan. She brought her grinding fucking motion to a decisive halt, a new trepidation of fear suddenly sweeping over her, but it quickly dissipated. No matter how they violated her now, any act or acts couldn't possibly throw her into the state of hysteria she had reached through their sucking and licking of her. Yet...Paul's withdrawal of his swollen cock from her cunt until only the tip rested at its mouth and the simultaneous presence of a second bloated shaft that had to be seated upon the first, both nozzles pointed and geared toward the passage of her dilated cunt, made her understand with a horrible burst of realization what they had in mind. They were going to double-fuck her!
"Oh, please, I can't take them both . . . "
"Ready, Paul!"
"Say when, Dan!"
Dan and Paul! The two biggest of the cocks present! Oh God! She tried to be happy that they were only nine year old boys instead of men, but it didn't help at all! "Noooooo!"
But they did it together, Dan clutching at her hips powerfully, destroying any thought of evasion she might have entertained, their pair of lust-laden cocks smashing up into her ravaged cunt like devastating pile-drivers, immediately stretching her open cunt with breath-taking shocks of agony that eliminated all sense of ego and self-respect she might still have enjoyed.
"Uuuuugggghhhhh! Stop! Please stop!" Kay grunted in her immediate agony. "My God! What kind of monsters are you boys?"
Paul giggled. "We're fuck-animals, Miss Woodruff! What kind of animal are you?"
The penetration of both their hardened pricks together up into her lewdly stretched cunt was more than breath-taking, it was pagan and she just couldn't answer! Where did these little boys learn about such things? Where did an idea like this come from? Never in all her experience had such a thing happened to her! Of course, she had never been ganged up on like this before, either! But when she had seen them coming at her, she had thought they were going to take her in the cunt and the asshole! But this . . . !
"Oh...ooooohhhhhh, dear God!" she gasped as they fucked ruthlessly and gleefully up into her. "You're killing me! You're killing me!" she screamed.
"I think it's great, Miss Woodruff. You ain't killing me!" Dan declared. "Is she killing you, Paul?" he asked with mock innocence.
"Nawww, I can take it, Dan" his buddy answered.
"Two of us can take it, Miss Woodruff," Dan explained with a chuckle. "That's two against one. You're outvoted on it!"
Then suddenly Kay could hardly comprehend the change, the weird sensations her tortured cunt was telegraphing to her brain, the never-before-equaled enchantment returning to permeate her body, firing her satanically against her will. She was insatiable! She knew it now for certain! Anything and everything evil and obscene, SEX was her fate and her forte! Her kind had been lost for two thousand years, and knowing it, she could fuck her hips and ass like a wanton demon down onto the charging and uplifted cocks scoring the sensitively responding flesh of her acclimatizing cunt.
But it was Dan heretofore the leader of the pack, who began to whimper, grasping feverishly at her hips and fucking his cock in unison with Paul's into her pounding cunt!
"I...I can't hold it, Paul! I...I'm going to cummmmm!"
Paul looked a little surprised. "Well, I guess if you gotta shoot it, Dan, you gotta!" But he looked just a little proud to be hanging on longer than his pal and he spat with extra contemptuousness. "Let the bitch have it, Dan!"
At the licentious thought of Dan's virile young cock ejaculating prematurely into her while the other continued to race on uninterrupted Kay moaned uncontrollably. The two shafts of hardened cock-flesh adjoined in her mind's eye like a double-barreled gun, and she fucked her salaciously spread asscheeks and cunt up and down on them, suddenly feeling the upper one jerking and swelling, while its youthful owner clutched brutally at the quaking flesh of her hips and began to chant; "Oh shit! Oh damn it all! Oh...oh...here it comes!"
The sobering teacher, still totally subjugated, felt it squirting from the tip of his desperately fucking cock in thick hot jets of viscous male liquid, immediately lubricating the walls of her over-stretched cunt with a welcoming coating that increased the sensitivity of her hole by tenfold. But then it was growing limp, almost pulpy, until it was gone, and the single thrusting cock still fucking up into her devouringly clasping cunt hole, the one prick she had feared the most because of its size, was no longer big enough! It was as if she were trying to fuck a baby-cock instead of a boy-cock. She plunged her obscenely dilated cunt down onto it with wanton undulating motions of her hips and ass in her effort to maintain the friction of his fiery hot flesh against the expanded sheath of her intensely excited cuntal hole!
"Oh God," she called desperately, "Please someone else put your cock in there with Paul's! Please, hurry!" she gasped breathlessly. The shocked Paul choked, as she bucked and strained on top of him like a woman gone mad, her beautiful face contorted in debauched lust. He clutched at her hanging tits cruelly, mauling them and biting their nipples as he smashed his aching cock up to meet her downward plunge, the fear beginning to rise in him that maybe Dan had underestimated her, that maybe she was too much for them after all. After all, they were only kids! He heard Dan now.
"Come on Phil! Get it into her!"
Phil knelt behind his pretty teacher, his blood-engorged cock like a throbbing poker as he gaped at the stretched swollen outer flesh of her cuntal hole and Paul's heavy prick pistoning up into it, all moist and glistening from the mixture of Dan's semen and her cunt-juice that was matting the dark hair of her pussy and smearing Paul's pubic area so it shone and also dribbling down his balls.
Christ, he hadn't thought he could wait much longer for Paul's signal, and then she had started to beg for another cock and he knew it was time! He was already steeling up snug to her, his hands on her hips covering the red welts that Dan had left there, his young brain a pot-fogged sponge, for Kay had not been wrong about their marijuana, of boyish lust as his eager eyes centered on the raised little ring of her inflamed asshole that was puffy and not quite so tight since they had finger-reamed it.
"Wait a minute, Miss Woodruff," Paul soothed hoarsely. "Here comes your other cock!"
"Oh yes!" the fourth grade teacher moaned, bringing her body to a temporary motionless position and obscenely thrusting her ass back by dipping her waist and spreading her knees wider, the absolutely depraved thought of two cocks again inside her voracious cunt inciting her wickedly. She felt Phil's hands on her hips, then the nudging of his young hard prick as it played in the dampness coating the entire area of her genitals, its spongy tip moving provocatively up and down the crack separating her gapingly spread asscheeks.
"Hurry! Please, Phil, get it in!" she hissed passionately, squirming her hips as if to help him. But then she froze!
God, what was he doing? She sensed his thumbs on either side of her tiny virginal asshole, pressuring outward as if to open the tight little hole! Oh no, dear God, she was too sore there from their finger-fucking!
"Oh, please, not there! Don't! I can't...not with the other one in my cunt!" The lovely teacher pleaded, fear knotting her belly at the though of the smaller boy trying to sodomize her while Paul fucked into her still wanting cunt. Putting them both into her cunt was one thing, she had already discovered its amazing capacity, but this outrageous obscenity would split her apart!
Paul, feeling newly in command of the pack because of his proven prowess today, became surly and even mean in his new-found pride. "Hold still, you cock-eating bitch!" he spat up at her, clutching and twisting her slightly bruised tits viciously.
"Aaaaaggggghhhhh," Kay whimpered from the pain of his cruelly pinching hands, and then she felt the hardened head of Phil's rigid cock pressuring against the once tight ring of her asshole, which his thumbs were spreading open! God, at that frightening moment it was difficult to believe they were just nine year old boys, boys that once she had seduced and enjoyed to the tune of her own perverted pleasure. She felt Phil strain forward. His cock-head was worming its slow way up into her deeply rubbery asshole and she chilled with natural terror lest it get in!
"Oh, God...please, no!" she whimpered painfully, trying to squirm free of the blunt, agonizing intrusion into her helplessly resisting rectum. But they clung to her mercilessly, Phil pressing ever forward as she clenched her tear-filled eyes tightly shut. Then the tense elastic nether-ring gave way before the relentless pressure, letting the smooth turgid head of his stiff cock pop salaciously into the rubbery hole. She felt his young hands move to her thighs, his fingers gouging into her tender trembling flesh, and she gritted her teeth to help her bear the pain.
"How does that feel, Miss Woodruff?" Paul taunted, leering contemptuously up at her as he continued to knead her swollen and sore tits and fucked his big cock up into her tortured cunt with a grinding circular hip action. "My pa says they stuck a hot poker up into the ass of some king in England once," Paul said, "Did you know that, Miss Woodruff?"
"Oooohhhhh! Aaaaauuuugggghhhhhh! Stop...oh stop! You're killing me!" Kay half screamed, her face twisted grotesquely from the torment.
"Anyhow, he died, my Pa said," Paul finished his story as though he couldn't hear her yelling.
"You...you wicked little bastard!" she wailed back at Phil, straining her neck to look at his grin as he clutched sadistically at her thighs, worming his rigid cock slowly up into her warm rubbery hole without respite. Paul hauled her down against his chest, forcing her asscheeks higher into the air to help Phil's cock push into and fuck her there, its throbbing head plowing the spongy clinging flesh before it. Finally, with one last furious fuck that flattened her ass-moons against his pelvis, he had driven the length of if up into her desperately tortured hole!
The pain was so overwhelming, Kay gasped for breath, hardly able to think. She would never be the same after this fiendish ravaging of her genitals. Even the effects of the huge martini were no longer of any use to her, and the slightest move she made only impaled her rectal cavern deeper. She tried to hold herself to a deathly stillness as both boys began to saw in and out of her still moist cuntal and rectal holes, in and out, in and out, until she began to sense the thickness of their hot shafts rubbing against each other, separated only by the fleshy thin membrane between her filled cunt and abused ass!
"Uuuuunnnnnggggggg! Oh Godddddd!" she moaned helplessly, the incredible torment oddly becoming weirdly pleasurable. She began to move back and down with her seethingly stretched passages in paradoxical response to their plunging young fucking hard cocks!
Pain had suddenly become joy to Kay in her totally lust-corrupted state, and for the thousandth time, she reasoned vaguely, she had plumbed new depths of perverted degradation! God, there was no limit to the dregs of debauched obscenities to which her lecherous passion would subject her!
"Fuck it into her, Phil" Paul encouraged. "Make the teasing bitch taste it up in her limitless throat!"
As she felt the swollen intrusion thrusting solidly up into her abused rectum, chafing and rubbing to a prurient hotness in its tender recess, Kay didn't try to restrain the groans of masochistic passion pouring from her lips. She felt Phil's hands gripping her wriggling hips again with an eager pressure as he sawed and drubbed into her hotly gripping ass, the sweet pain going on and on, each vicious fuck raising a throaty gasp from her that filled the otherwise quiet gymnasium. She stared unseeingly though she was conscious of Paul's big hands evilly twisting and taunting the fullness of her still dancing tits while his cohort fucked between her upraised asscheeks with longer and smoother strokes, cramming the entire length of his hard boyish cock right up her asshole until she could feel his youthfully bloated balls slapping each time against the stretched cock-stuffed mouth of her filled cunt.
"How do you like your lesson, teacher? Had enough yet?" Paul asked from beneath her. He squeezed unceasingly and tormented her lush tits, twisting their distended nipples harshly. Then, with an unexpected shattering lurch, he drove his bigger cock upward into her splayed cunt to stab at the underside of her belly, forcing low whimper to escape her throat. "I guess you'll always remember our nudie party, won't you, Miss Woodruff?"
Kay felt like laughing down into his young face. Oh, she would remember it all right, but only because of the vile forbidden bliss it was bringing her, being raped by five nine year old cocks that had fucked into every opening of her sensuously insatiable body! Yes, she would remember it all right, and so would they, for the rest of their lives!
Little Okie watched the progress of the orgy with lewd fascination, dropping to his knees beside Phil and staring in mesmerized excitement while he stroked his own resurrected and hardened cock. Phil's sodomizing prick was racing hotly up into Miss Woodruffs obscenely stretched rectum while Paul's loins plunged furiously in and out of her moistly clinging cunt with powerful fucking thrusts. Both of them were working like a schooled team that tossed her between them, and she was moaning continuously at the crazy wild fucking they were giving her.
Paul was so goddamned wrapped up in his fucking that he'd forgotten what the plan was, but Okie couldn't wait any longer. Still, he didn't want to get the big boy uptight with him either . . .
Okie kneed his way up to where his overgrown buddy was straining lustily and stroking Miss Woodruff's bruised tits. He asked timidly, "Is it time now?"
But it was Kay herself who turned her beautiful wantonly distorted face toward him and said, "Co...come here, little darling! Bring that sweet boy-cock over here to me!"
Jeff Conner, from his objective position in one corner, couldn't believe it. After all they had put her through, she was still asking for more! He dropped his jaw as he watched her hold out a hand to Okie, and all the while the raging stalks of boy-cock fucked into her lewdly responding lower holes. She met their fucking stroke for stroke as if the party had just begun!
"Just go ahead!" Paul rasped to Okie. "Do what Miss Woodruff told you!"
Miss Woodruff again! Jeff groaned inwardly. Not bitch or cock-eater like Paul had planned, but Miss Woodruff! Crud, whose show was this, anyway. Who was teaching whom? They had all boned up on Dan's father's choicest pictures and advice for this orgy. Supposedly they would be way ahead of her! Yeah, Jeff mused, it looked that way...not!
The beautiful teacher, her head fairly cleared, knew who was boss at this point. She had known since Paul had a moment ago begun to tenderly kiss and caress her tits rather than maul them. And Phil's rigid young cock had never been anything but eager once she'd grown accustomed to its unnatural presence. Now Paul's thick rod was inciting rapidly mounting sensations in her loins and belly just when she'd wondered if it could ever happen again, and the other boy-cock was bringing her weird bliss in its sodomizing charges from behind. They were tamed, beaten, possessed, the licentiously overwhelming knowledge causing lecherous excitement to seize complete and infernal control over her once more. The vanquished was vanquishing the vanquishers, and now she would capture a third one!
The silver-haired beauty was soaring on the crest of her ungovernable insatiable carnality. They had hope to destroy her, she suspected, but instead, she had won, and against decisive odds! Every sensuous bodily entrance she possessed was filled with boy-cock, sweet, luscious boy-cock! With depraved delight, she undulated her rounded ass tirelessly and squeezed with both cuntal and rectal muscles at the hardened young members fucking with hot rhythm into her wetly receiving cavities. She listened to catch their boyish groans of subservience to her, while her lower twin mouths pulled vampirishly at their sweet young loins. With ardent hunger she began to suck at the jerking young cock in her upper mouth, her cheeks hollowing and bloating licentiously, delighting in the exploring of it with her fervently licking tongue, its tip probing serpent-like into the boyish slit in the turgid head. She sought and found his bloated balls, cupping them wantonly and beginning to caress and milk them with passionate fervor.
Aaahhhh, yesssss, this was all things! She was devoted, a slave to their tenderly unschooled and vibrant cocks in her mouth! All else was but inciting fuel to be fed to the hotbed of coals encompassing her debasing perversion! Just Okie's hot little bloated cock between her voraciously sucking lips and the knowledge that he would soon squirt his delicious nectar out for her to drink and swallow, piquant and dribbling down her throat to fill her belly, was really enough. All the rest was secondary! Now she would find her satiation as she could in no other way!
Jeff Connor could not help himself. Finding no place in the beautiful teacher to fill, he began hammering diligently at his own swollen young cock with lascivious, if anxious, excitement. Christ, he'd beat himself sore, but he couldn't stop! He gaped at Phil kneeling obscenely up behind the teacher's widespread asscheeks, his soaring cock disappearing like a piston right up her once tiny hole, and then the redhead began to lurch and spasm, his motion no longer even, and Jeff knew he was shooting his cum into her asshole! Christ! He wanted to cum, too! He had to!
Paul wanted to cry, his passion was that intense, plus he had suddenly grown up enough to know that he had wronged this incredible teacher all the way, every fucking bit of the way! She had never hurt him or any of them, only helped them each to a new experience. Wasn't that what a teacher was supposed to do?
"Man, oh man!" he heard Okie exclaim. "I'm going to blow it, Paul!"
"Yeah, okay, go ahead!" the new leader of the gang gasped, trying to reconcile his own situation. He was one straw away himself! What kind of woman was this? They had tried to play with her like a toy! Four little nine year olds and one ten year old, he thought with self-disgust. Oh, Christ, he had to cum! His lust-bloated cock and balls were killing him!
Oh God, yes! Kay's libidinous mind responded knowingly. She sensed Okie's fucking organ swelling abruptly in her mouth and she sucked it ravenously until it burst and he whinnied out, shuddering all over. It exploded to gush forth in thick streams of creamy pungent sperm shooting into her mouth and throat, her cheeks puffing and contracting as she swallowed in delight to keep from choking on the continual spurts issuing from it. She drank it down greedily in hungry gulps, fastening her lips tightly around the ejaculating shaft, prepared not to lose a single drop!
Finally he fell back from her, his shrinking boy-cock pulling from between her still sucking lips, a seepage of white cum oozing from the corners of her lovely mouth as she looked down at the now tamed face of their self-styled new leader who had, with the aid of the old leader, planned to destroy her. Both her rectum and belly were now filled with his and his buddy's cum. Every last one of them, even Jeff who had not been near her for quite awhile, lay in an exhausted heap, like a wild scattering of hewn logs!
She was exhausted herself, but she was not about to show them any weakness now.
"Well, I've run out of lovers, it seems," she said in as normal a voice as she could manage. She was dripping wet with perspiration and cum. It streamed down her body everywhere, and she was sore with the bruises of their childish roughness, but she picked herself off the mat with a supreme effort at coolness, trying to look as refreshed as though she had just had a good night's sleep! As a matter-of-fact, she did feel better and better as she dressed. All of the aches and pains seemed to be out on her surface somewhere and not really attached to her in any important way. Yes, emotionally she was as fit as she had ever been. She felt awake and alive and sure of herself.
She would forget Mr. Landsdowne or any other grown man from now on. There was no use trying, and for the first time, she didn't want to try anymore. She had no reason to try to be different. What was wrong with herself the way she was, she asked herself? By the time she was ready to leave, the boys had not so much as picked their naked bodies up off the mat.
"Paul," she said with the authority only a good teacher can have. "Please make sure everything is cleaned up before you leave. I'm not supposed to leave you here, but," she smiled, "it looks as though it will take you boys some time to recuperate."
"We'll take care of things, Miss Woodruff. Don't worry!" And she suspected that he would see to it. She doubted there was enough for him to do to please her now! "I will, of course, deny knowing you were here if you get caught, so hurry up!
"Sure," Paul told her with all the sweet assurance of his newly won heart. "We understand, don't we, you guys!"
His answer was a dead silence. His gang was almost asleep on the mat. Kay laughed and so he did, too. Then she turned and left, listening to him shaking the little boys awake behind her.
She closed the front doors of the school building after her and had almost reached the sidewalk in front of the school, when she automatically turned back to glance at the doors to be sure they had closed properly behind her so no one could get in.
There, just emerging from the bushes by the door was Ray Perkins!
They looked right into each other's eyes. It was rather difficult for him to avoid greeting her.
"Hi, Miss "Woodruff," he said weakly.
"Well, hello, Ray! How long have you been out here?" As he came running up to her, she said, "You missed quite a party!"
"I...I know," he said. She could see that his young cheeks had been well stained with tears.
"You...you didn't come?"
"I...I couldn't, Miss Woodruff," he blurted. "I...I had to wait to be sure you were all right!"
My hero, Kay thought ruefully! Well, there was nothing he could have done about it anyway. Now she was glad that he couldn't, but she didn't say that. "Got time for a coke? she asked him.
The little boy's eyes widened. "A . . .at your...place?" he asked half in astonishment and half in hope.
"My place," she laughed. "You bet my place...little lover!"
