Some professions are expected to be above the laws of the jungle that prevail in most vocations. Education is one of them. In this penetrating novel of modern education, Myra Caine shatters the naive presumption that education, because it provides the nurturing and intellectual guidance of children, is immune to the crass self interests and bald manipulations of the business world. For despite its non profit status, public school education is a tough competitive arena where its leaders and administrators fight as fiercely for position as any hard bitten tycoon.
The experts have been able to make of education a highly organized and immensely profitable cult. Every year a new theory is hailed as the long awaited answer to successfully educating the young. Each theory has its prophets and its disciples . . . from Dewey to Russell through Holt, Summerhill, Montessori, Piaget and Skinner. The theories are the devices by which administrators both control their staffs, confuse the parents, push through bond issues, build their own empires and leave the children as ignorant of the basic skills as ever.
In a remote little school in Big Sur country, one lone teacher dares to challenge the monstrous structure of the modern education system. Beautiful Valerie Fenton, after five years of teaching in Rio Sur School, the last surviving one room school house in California, has rejected all the elaborate theories of the experts and carved out her own. It is essentially that of the old fashioned teacher. By trial and error, Valerie has come to the inevitable conclusion that America gave up too much when the one room schoolhouse was discarded by succeeding waves of experts for the unworkable and destructive public school "system".
Both personally and professionally Valerie Fenton is perfectly suited to her job. Her staid New England background has made her conservative, hard working and conscientious. It has also given her a rigid set of moral standards, a firm belief in her own abilities and left her lonely and frustrated in her private life. And it is this, her unfulfilled personal life, Valerie Fenton's Achilles heel that the new superintendent attacks with the fierceness of a jungle animal and the finesse of a power hungry behaviorist.
Taylor Crane, the tall aristocratic new superintendent of schools is the epitome of the successful public school administrator. A Dr. of Education, he is glib, urbane, abreast of current innovations, adept at handling school boards, acquiring grants and maneuvering parents, teachers and students alike.
This provocative young authoress strips bare the shoddy world of mass education and in the process presents some of the most contemporary and intriguing characters in modern fiction. There is Bruce Landers, the status dropout, a widower fleeing the corporate structure to build his own weird sculptures and a free and easy life in the wild canyons of Big Sur. His son, Bobby, unmotivated and unsure of himself, glories finally in teaching Valerie Fenton some rather basic and necessary skills.
But it is the ensuing conflict between Valerie Fenton and Taylor Crane, two diametrically opposed characters and points of view, that raises the holocaust that rips the community and Valerie Fenton asunder in this stunning new novel of greed and power, progressive change and educational anarchy, individualism and the "system," employer and employee, male and female. You will never forget the inevitable clash and the breathtaking climax.
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Chapter One
The ball arced high in a wide curve through the brilliant blue of the sky and a roar went up from the young throats to follow the speeding ball in its wake. Gulls squawked excitedly and scissored their wings frantically above the rough dirt diamond laid out on the playground that had been dug out of the high meadow by the Pacific.
Glittering in the sun like spectacles, the windows of the shabby square white schoolhouse looked down on the wild game. A steep path connected the dusty playground to the steps of Rio Sur School, wound on below to a storage shed and then to the ribbon of highway above the sloping green meadow that slid to the narrow beach and the water's frothy edge.
The dirt diamond was churned with dust and the air filled with it as a tall, shapely legged teacher flew around the bases, her softly braided blonde pigtail flying out behind like a flag. The screams were frantic now and the students raced to try and stop her flight. Finally one plump perspiring boy dug the ball out of the grass by the highway and flung it up to the yard in a mighty heave.
"Quick! Hurry! Get it here!"
"Hurray! We won!"
"S'not fair! Miss Fenton's too good! Her teams always wins!"
"Gee, Miss Fenton . . . you're better'n we are. You always hit a home run."
Valerie stood panting and laughing behind home plate, flinging the pigtail she had woven to keep her long silken hair out of her eyes back over her shoulder and wiping her Grace Kelly like face. She waved the outfielders in with one arm and they came struggling up, complaining and grumbling.
"Stop complaining," she laughed, trying to get her breath. "Everybody has the same chance, besides, I'll be on the other team tomorrow."
Her face shining with perspiration, full firm breasts still heaving with her efforts, Valerie Fenton gathered her charges. She was limp but happy. There was nothing like a good baseball game to clear the blood and use up some of the kids' boundless energy.
They trooped up the path by two's and three's and four's, all twenty-three of them. Valerie gathered the balls and bats and started wearily up after them. At twenty-five she could still keep up with them, even the big ones, for the students at Rio Sur School ranged in ages from six to eighteen.
A tall blonde Swedish-type girl with soft straight blonde hair pulled into a thin braid that bobbed down against the tops of her buttocks as she climbed, she moved with the easy grace of a dedicated athlete. There was no extra fat on her long legs or slender arms and her high full breasts were surprising on a girl her height. They bounced like ripe firmly soft melons above her small indented waist and gracefully curved hips. Valerie was slightly taller than usual and had felt the stares and curiosity of strangers all her life because of it. It was as though no one could quite believe the tall vital figure, the gilded skin, sleek and golden from the sun, brilliant white smile, the incredibly blue eyes, the long flaxen hair, voluptuous breasts and shapely thighs. Looking at her one couldn't help thinking of Nordic legends or some ancient goddess come to life when she went striding by with that air of genial optimism and health.
It was as though she were bathed in a golden light, carrying her aura with her, and thus untouchable and unreal to most people. So full of life herself, when most people rejected that much life, she aroused curiosity, envy and her beauty, warmth and eager openness literally dazzled ordinary people.
"Miss Fenton."
Valerie stopped on the path and turned to peer in the direction of the voice, puffing a stray strand of pale hair out of her eyes. At last she located a tall man standing in the deep shadow of the shed. He stood still as a statue, immaculate, well dressed and unsmiling.
Dragging the bats behind her, Valerie walked over to the waiting man. It had to be someone from the district office, of course, but the administrative powers that be so rarely came down to bother that she was caught off guard. She smiled warmly at the man that she still couldn't see very well from the sun in her eyes and his hiding place in the deep shade. She sent up a little prayer that it wasn't the new superintendent, Taylor Crane. A strange warning had shot through her when she'd met him briefly at the welcoming tea two weeks ago. Something cold and hard and calculating had emanated from him. She'd determined to stay out of his way.
"Miss Fenton." Valerie shivered at the sound of his voice and now that she was closer, she could see that it was the tall commanding figure of Taylor Crane, his handsome face a mask, his eyes as cold as his voice that sent prickles of apprehension up her spine.
"Why, Mr. Crane . . . how nice of you to come to visit us . . . we don't get many visitors here at Rio Sur . . . do come up to school . . . I was just getting the children inside . . . after . . .
"Yes. I saw. That's why I wish to speak to you here."
Valerie felt like a naughty student herself from the tone of Crane's voice and his icy manners as she stood now in front of him, balls and bats balanced precariously in her arms. She knew she was hot and sweaty and dusty too. Her pleated linen skirt suddenly felt uncomfortably short, showing too much tanned thigh. Her sweater clung too tight and her sneakers felt very unsuitable in his gaze.
"Miss Fenton," Taylor Crane said again, folding his arms and staring down at the panting disheveled teacher. He could smell the cologne that her exertion had made more discernible, a clean, flowery scent. A ridiculous vision of this striking young blonde girl rolling naked down a sun drenched meadow, crushing wildflowers under her tanned skin came into his head. The full ripe breasts were still lifting with every breath and the tight sweater clung to the firmly rounded mounds. Her brilliant smile was faltering uncertainly now and a small worried frown creased her smooth tanned forehead. Taylor felt his gut tighten at the sight of her.
"That kind of fraternizing with the students can't do them or you any good." He intoned coldly.
"You mean . . ."
"I mean that ridiculous baseball game I just witnessed."
"But . . . I've always played games with the children . . . it's part of what I try and accomplish."
"I mean . . ."
Valerie set the bats and balls down in confusion, wiping her hands self consciously down the pleats of her short skirt. This man was just as cold as she had sensed even under his smiles at the tea. Damn! Just when things were going so well! Another year or two and she'd get that grant to open her own school. It was so close now.
It was a dream that had slowly taken shape and grown with each of her five years at Rio Sur School. The country just didn't realize what they'd lost when they did away with the one room schoolhouses that used to educate the young of America. She hadn't realized herself until she'd come here straight from the exclusive Smith College in the East, full of the jargon and theories of education, discarding them all one by one as experience taught her the value and the worth of having to teach all grades in one room . . . from first grade through high school.
At first it had seemed hopelessly outmoded and rural but she'd grown to love the easy cooperation that it imposed, the helping of the children when they were out here alone with her and had to get along together and make do with what they had. It was an experience in living as well as teaching. Little by little she had grown to love the little school and found herself formulating whole new approaches to teaching and finding the exhilaration in seeing them work. She wouldn't go back to a town school now . . . she couldn't . . . back to the dreary regimen of a well regulated public town school. It was unthinkable. The criticism of the new superintendent now gave her a momentary stab of apprehension.
"Miss Fenton. I will send a playground supervisor down for you. Someone who is trained in supervising children's recess games. You must never again put yourself in the position of being on the same competitive level with your students. It destroys discipline. Now perhaps you'd better show me around Rio Sur."
"Yes, of course, Mr. Crane."
The tour didn't take very long. There was very little to see of "plant." The school consisted of one long room with a boy's bathroom opening off one end and a girl's next to it. The other end of the room held a small library she had accumulated with the children's help. Set in an alcove just off the entry was a small cloak room. The shed on the path up from the highway held the sport equipment and primitive water pump that pumped water up to the bathrooms.
The large school room was full of exhibits the children had made, most of them from last year since school had only been open this year for a short while. Taylor Crane stood surveying the long room, the students bent to their work in an unnatural quietness. Usually the place was a beehive of activity as the various grades went about their assignments.
"Seems that your room discipline is adequate," he said grudgingly to Valerie and turned to go out the door to the small porch.
Valerie closed the door after them and stood on the wind swept porch with the superintendent. She was shaking inside and hoped that she'd be able to contain her anger until he left. He hadn't had one single compliment to make. Everything had been wrong according to him. His criticisms had wounded her deeply for the school was "hers," she realized suddenly. It was as much a part of her as her own house, her horse. He was attacking something she loved almost as if it were a person. The old building, the rustic plumbing, the wild meadow that surrounded the sides and back of the school, the sea lapping below, the hot ribbon of highway that burned with traffic back and forth to Big Sur.
"But there's no question that what you need most is a playground attendant," he intoned. Crane looked down at the trembling girl. As tall as she was and she must be at least five eight, he looked down on her comfortably from his height of six four. She was trembling quite visibly. Well, she'd shake worse than that when he closed up this dilapidated ruin of a school. It was ridiculous that his district should have the last one room school house in California. Antiquated and costly and old fashioned. Taylor Crane hadn't any intention of disclosing the fact to Valerie Fenton yet, however.
"I'd really prefer to do it the way we have been doing, Mr. Crane. You see . . . I . . ."
"Nonsense, my dear," Crane slipped his hand under Valerie's arm in a fatherly fashion and walked down the steps with her. He could feel the full roundness of the side of her breast brushing the back of his hand as he held her firmly. "No teacher ever turns down an offer for help. You certainly need help for the playground. I should think a male attendant would be most suitable . . . all children need a good strong male image. Particularly since my records show that many of these children come from Welfare homes without fathers."
Valerie was trembling violently now and the feel of Crane's strong masculine hand gripping her upper arm and brushing the side of her breast was like a burn that raged through her skin. His eyes were turned on her and they had turned from stern employer looks to frank sexual stares that followed the outline of her body appraisingly. It was as though he were a Jekyll and Hyde and had simply turned off the strictly business superintendent in favor of a male animal who scented a new quarry. She shuddered.
She didn't dare look at him now, shrinking from his frank stares, from those burning eyes that probed beneath her clothes for her lush nakedness. My God, the man was mad. First he came down and ripped her school figuratively to disdainful shreds and then calmly began ripping her clothes off with his eyes. And it seemed so unlikely. He had the tall courtly grace of a Prince Philip, unquestionably masculine, unquestionably able and haughtily aware of his own competence. He was a man women would find attractive. Strong aquiline features, piercing grey eyes, an aggressive jaw, light brown hair that didn't ruffle much even in the wind, as though even his body were immune to the slings and arrows that other people were prey to.
The superintendent could feel the young teacher trembling now almost violently, as though a chill had gripped her instead of only his hand on her upper arm. She was a big beautiful girl, quite unlike the usual run of teachers. His eyes traced the long thighs where the wind whipped her skirt back against her body. No, she wouldn't have had many dates he shouldn't think. She was too beautiful, too aristocratic looking, too well . . . competent for most men's tastes, he imagined. Suddenly, his cock thrust hard against his pants leg. It would be something to tame this girl, for her spirit came out her eyes that flashed when she was annoyed. Yes, he would have quite a time with this one. But then he had the advantage. He knew a great deal more about Valerie Fenton than she knew about him.
He couldn't very well not know about her. Since he arrived he'd had numerous phone calls from town mothers demanding to have their children transferred to Rio Sur. In her five years there some of her students had gone on to win quite valuable scholarships at prestige schools. Somehow the idea had gotten around that it was all due to Miss Fenton. It had been Miss Fenton this and Miss Fenton that until he'd gotten out her records and studied them, asked questions. He'd become grimly determined when he realized that a teacher like Valerie Fenton could wreak havoc with the program he had in mind. She was a maverick, a born rebel, giving lip service only to the programs and methods that the district required and doing as she damn well pleased down the coast at Rio Sur. What it amounted to was that she was practically running her own private school system at taxpayer's expense.
Well, Taylor Crane hadn't fought his way this far to have a crazy mixed up twenty five year old girl ruin his plans. By God, his plans did not include a teacher he couldn't ride herd on. One-room schoolhouse! It was out of the dark ages! No question about it. With the proper maneuvering, he would close Rio Sur when he was ready and have Miss Valerie Fenton begging him for any kind of job in the district.
"Thank you for the tour, Valerie. It was most informative. I'll see you soon . . . under perhaps . . . more social circumstances . . ." Taylor squeezed her arm suggestively, looking straight down into her upturned blue eyes that were both frightened and bold, obsequious and independent. A flicker of something stirred in their deep brilliance as his hand slid down her arm to her hand which he shook warmly. Without another word, Crane spun on his heel and stepped into his long shining car. He waved jauntily as he roared off down the highway back toward town.
Valerie stood dumbly where he'd left her. She wanted to shake her fist at the retreating car and yet her insides still felt weak from his hand on her arm. She shook her head grimly. What was happening to her these days? A fight with Bruce the last date they'd had . . . now this. Maybe that's just what was wrong, she thought in a sudden rush of uncharacteristic self pity. Maybe she was a dried up old maid as Bruce Landers had told her in disgust. Yet she knew that in reality that most probably the opposite was true. She'd refused to see Bruce again because she was more afraid of her own responses when he touched her than anything in the world. It had gotten so that he had only to smile at her in a certain way and she could feel moisture dampening her panties down between her thighs. Bitch in heat! she'd called herself cruelly.
Even that cold superintendent touching her arm and she'd begun to get all tingly and warm despite her intellectual anger at the man. A strange man . . . very strange . . . it was as though the moment he stopped being the superintendent, pompous and authoritarian, an electric spark had struck between them . . . or was it only her own too active virgin's imagination at work . . . that she thought every man in sight wanted to make love to her. Still there had been the way he'd looked at her . . . as though he wanted to rip her clothes off and ravish her on the spot.
Valerie Fenton! You're crackers! Absolutely nuts! Stop it this instant! She commanded herself all the way back up the hill to the classroom, forcing her mind and her body away from such silly ruminations about a man she hardly knew. Ridiculous!
The afternoon sun was blazing straight through the windows of the school when the dismissal bell rang. The scrambling and the yelling began. Suddenly Valerie was very, very tired. As the children filed out, jostling and joking, but remembering to straighten desks when she reminded them, the weariness descended on her like a cloak. Part of it was the strain of having the superintendent here and her ridiculous imaginings about him.
At last the children were gone and she wandered hollowly about the big room, watering the plants, putting books away, picking up jackets and depositing them in the lost and found box. It was a good school, she thought inanely, as she looked around at the empty desks where so much of her young life had been invested. It is a good school! Taylor Crane could fry in hell!
Locking up the big outside door, Valerie thought she heard something. She listened, standing very still on the schoolhouse porch but she heard only the wind through the cypresses, blowing off the sea inland. Jumpy. She was just jumpy and nervous because of that cold man coming down to criticize and sneer.
Valerie stiffened. There it was again. Voices. She was absolutely sure this time she heard voices. Surely all the children had gone long ago. She slipped down the steps and listened again.
"Ohhhhh.. . yesss . . . fuck me, Bobby . . . fuck me . . . !"
Valerie stopped in her tracks, sure this time that her imagination had gone wild. God, she must be hallucinating here in broad daylight! She hurried around the end of the building and waded through the tall golden oats toward the bluff that rose up a hundred yards behind the school.
Sucking in her breath fearfully, Valerie scraped behind the thick scabby bark of the huge oak tree that the younger children climbed so gleefully. She leaned against it, her heart almost thudding out of her breast. She waited. This time she wasn't imagining things. The terrible words had come to her ears as clearly as if she were in the same room with . . . who? Who could be out there in the brush?
"Harderrrr . . . Bobbyyyyyy . . . harderrr . . ."
Valerie's chin ventured upward to rest on the crotch of the tree trunk where it parted in heavy armed welcome. She strained to see who and what. And then she saw two white girlish legs raised in the air above the waving oats. Oh God! A few steps further and she'd have stumbled over the couple. Hippies. It must be hippies out rutting in the bushes like animals. The highway was full of them all the time.
A rush of wind flattened the oats and Valerie saw Bobby Landers! Oh God in heaven! It wasn't hippies. It was Bobbie Landers. Bruce's boy! Bobbie! Fifteen years old and he was lying between a pair of naked white thighs and fucking his strong young cock as hard as he could into the depths of some girl's more than willing body.
Valerie felt faint and weak. How? How could a student of hers behave in such a way? She leaned heavily against the tree unable to tear her eyes away from the incredible sight of the two young animals mating in the tall grass almost under her very nose.
"That's itttt, Bobby . . . fuck me with your big cock!"
The boy willingly dived into the pink slit between the girl's legs. Valerie could even see the tiny crumpled bud of the girl's rectum. Dear heaven! It was Jennifer Crist. Thirteen year old Jennifer Crist. My God! She was a child but she was talking like a slut . . . a whore . . . a harlot! It couldn't be . . . it just couldn't be! But even as the words pronounced themselves inside her head, Valerie knew that she was fighting what her own two eyes were witnessing! Those children were . . . but that word would not force itself even to sound within her brain. Those children had named it accurately but . . . she . . . their teacher could not. FUCKING, you ridiculous twenty-five year old virgin . . . they're fucking! They know exactly what they're doing. This isn't any first time performance for either of them.
What . . . what are you doing to her? Valerie's mind raced frantically to find a way out of the unbelievable situation. But, as she watched, Bobby just smiled more broadly and fucked into the girl's body, propping himself in a push-up position on his elbows.
Jennifer squirmed below him as he reached into her clothing and grabbed one of her budding young breasts, pushing back the opened blouse and exposing his actions to Valerie's horrified gaze. The young girl, seemingly just past puberty, acted entirely at ease under his virily driving young loins and the boy kneaded at her small, firm tit with lustful vigor.
Fighting frantically to release herself from this nightmare that she now realized did not belong to her haunted imagination, she almost broke into bitter laughter, remembering her feverish feelings when Taylor Crane had only touched her arm. Mad! She must be mad, Valerie thought wildly.
Despite her revulsion at their vile actions, she was greatly concerned about Jennifer's safety. The girl seemed too young to really understand what she was doing to herself, but seemed to have complete trust in Bobby who was now gleefully pinching and pulling at the hardened nipple of the girl's smooth exposed breast.
The boy's hand left Jennifer's chest and he adjusted his stance, placing both hands firmly on the ground above her shoulders. Suddenly, he deftly lodged his lurching cock deeper between the pink moist flanges of the girl's cunt, then with an enormous thrust rammed the brutal instrument into the moist, ready slit, forcing a deep groan from Jennifer's open lips.
Imagining the girl in unbearable pain, Valerie almost lunged forward to try to pull the demonically grinning boy from Jennifer's ravaged young loins. She was again held back by the incredible curiosity that was gnawing at her. As she struggled madly with herself, she saw Jennifer's hips begin a rhythmic rotation as she lay under Bobby, skewered on his invading cock. The staggering realization came to Valerie that this girl was no novice at such lurid actions.
The young teacher tried to block out the depraved spectacle before her, but couldn't. She had to look . . . the hellish exposition was mesmerizing her. Not six feet from where she stood the youthful couple were heaving and bucking in an obscene fucking unison. She could see the tiny pink ridges of Jennifer's moist young pussy clasped tightly around the base of Bobby's glistening cock as he thrust into her with each savage stroke. A moist, sucking sound of intercourse sounded in the air and the thud of his sperm laden young balls slapping against the young girl's willingly upturned ass-cheeks joined it melodiously.
As Valerie watched in a near-coma of horror and fascination, she felt again the hand of Taylor Crane creeping around her arm and brushing her breast. Though her mind was repelled by the debasing exhibition before her, she could feel the tips of her breasts tightening to tiny buttons under her sweater. Her eyes were wide in hypnotized disbelief as she saw Bobby's heavily surging cock sliding up and down through the bearded, mouth-shaped opening of Jennifer's cunt. She knew she should reach out and tear them apart, but the tightness in her throat would not permit it. She closed her eyes and pressed her head back against the tree trunk, but still the vision of Bobby's rampaging prick, wet and shining, buffeting into the moist softness of Jennifer's nakedly clenching little vagina, raced through her mind. She clenched her eyes tightly but still could not blot out the lewd vulgar picture. The couple's loud gasps and the wet sucking noises of their fucking drifted to her ears, magnifying the image a thousand times.
The image ground harder into Valerie's brain and a paralyzing thought suddenly struck her like a blow. Why did they come here behind the school to do this? Why did she stay to watch? Why didn't she go for help or tear them apart like two misbehaving puppies? Why?
Valerie stood still, transfixed, horrified, unable to tear her eyes away from the lewd spectacle. She watched with mounting terror, as the boy reached a hand down between them, his fingers curling around the long, hard shaft of his lust-filled member and raised his slimly muscled buttocks high in the air, aiming his great cock straight into Jennifer's soft, naked and defenseless cunt, its length and breadth jerking, as he paused there, momentarily before the brutal plunge again. She saw the muscles of his back and legs tense, heavily, cording out under his tanned skin; his buttocks hollowed, and he plunged, forcefully, using all of his strength to drive the erect penis deep into the tight, moist channel that waited naked and vulnerable between Jennifer's thin young thighs.
He buried his long, thick, lust-inflated cock into her vagina as far as it would go, in one smooth, stabbing stroke, his balls slapping, dully, up against her upturned behind, their pelvic bones smacking together with a fleshy resounding smack.
Jennifer gasped up into the boy's face; it was a gasp of pain and surprise, as her knees jerked involuntarily, and she screwed her buttocks back and down into the soft grass to escape the suddenly brutal impalement of her loins, her toes curling inward to the soles of her tiny, narrow and delicate feet with the agony of it.
The boy withdrew the thick, hard rod of flesh, then, slightly, slipping the fleshy column out for several inches, before he flexed his hips again and plunged it forward and in again as Jennifer moaned, loudly, incessantly, up into his face. Once more, he withdrew his maleness from her widely spread cuntal opening, until the cockhead showed, redly, in the moistness of the girl's coral-lined sex passage. Unexplainably, then, Jennifer's tapering white legs lashed out, suddenly, around the boy's narrow twin-cheeked tautness of flexing buttocks, straining to pull the great length and breadth of his fully erect cock back inside her. The cords on the inside of her marble-white thighs were raised and flexed, as she shoved her golden, down-covered crotch up over his white, glisteningly moist rod of rock-hard maleness, attempting to swallow the whole of it, again. Her dew-moist cuntal mouth nibbled its way straight up his vibrating, visibly pulsing shaft, her hollowing buttocks lifting several inches off the flattened grass, her back arched, as she struggled to absorb the lusty cock her hungry young cunt demanded.
A wet, viscous sound of the friction of cock and cunt sluicing together drifted across the opening to the ears of the watching, listening teacher, who stared, wide eyed, transfixed contemplating a segment of the world she did not yet completely understand. She was too terrified to move from the spot.
As she watched, Jennifer's narrow little hips began to move, flexing rhythmically, beating up and down the smooth, fleshy pole imbedded in her softly clasping channel of love, the dangling, hair-covered, ball-filled sac of the boy slapping in time against the tiny, faintly puckered anal passage, below. Then, Jennifer was groaning, her voice sounding strange, choked, almost incoherent with building passion.
"Fuck me, God damn it! Fuck me! That's what you want to do . . . then come on . . . do it, Bobby! Fuck me . . . hard!" The girl moaned in agony.
The filthy, lewd word spewed out of Jennifer's mouth. Dear God! Fuck me! Valerie couldn't let that particularly horrifying thought come to full comprehension in her mind. What can I do? She could do nothing but continue to watch in wide eyed fascination and horror as the lewd spectacle moved on to even more indecent and salacious sex acts.
The boy, Bobby, on top of Jennifer said nothing. His breath came in rasping, panting gasps, his jaw hung asag, as he held his body rigid while Jennifer squirmed her vagina, frantically, up and down on the rigid shaft of his sex.
Then, writhing snakelike, Bobby's hand curled under Jennifer's wildly pumping buttocks, the tip of his middle finger circling and teasing the tiny puckered anal circle that nestled down between the smooth, white, moons of her buttock, that worked so desperately, hungrily, on the virile young hardness buried so deeply in her widespread loins. His finger tantalized for a long moment, probing, experimentally, and bringing, suddenly, to Jennifer's lips a screeching wail of agony as it slipped through the protective ring of muscle and disappeared inside, right up the child's back passage, as her tortured young body twisted and turned to escape the unnatural plunder of her anus.
"OOOOOoooooh, Bobby . . . you bastard! You're hurting me!" she screamed.
Her legs kicked out as she squealed in pain and torment, her toes curling, her ass jerking back to escape, but again, unexplainably, Jennifer's hips began to move forward, screwing herself up on his finger in her asshole, her loins beginning to gyrate, uncontrollably, her legs locking tightly to pull him to her, seeming to impale her own wildly pumping loins on the brutal, double ravishment of cock in cunt and finger in anal channel.
The couple on the ground were frantic now. Faster and faster they moved, the boy's huge, thick, fleshy rod flashing whitely in and out of the young girl's cruelly wide stretched cuntal opening that glistened in the bright light, the viscous moisture from her vaginal walls forming dewy droplets that dribbled and ran downward to lubricate the plundering finger in the rubbery sponginess of her backside, as well as the long, hard cock that moved smoothly in and out of the cylinder of her cunt like a well-oiled piston. Their naked, lustful loins smashed together with a harsh, slapping sound. Now, Bobby jerked his finger from the flexing anus, below, with a faint popping hiss, and he supported his muscular body on both hands, his hips driving his monster cock, powerfully deeper and harder into the female softness of young Jennifer's loins, eliciting an incessant mewling moan of pleasure from the child's ecstatic lips.
Again, Jennifer screamed in an agony of sexual rapture, the sound of it different, now. Valerie, watching and listening felt her own virginal cunt lips quicken and draw inward, sucking hollowly on the nothingness between her legs. Oh God . . . her panties were wet, she suddenly realized. She was wet with her own moisture, aroused by the sight of those lustful children down there in the grass and oats, mating and snorting and wailing like demented animals. She pressed harder against the rough bark of the tree and felt the thickened bark scraping and mashing her full breasts flat, rubbing her nipples to fiery nibs of heated desire.
Valerie clung to the tree, unable to tear her eyes away from the lewdly bucking young couple, writhing and screaming in the grass, their genitals salaciously bared, their coupling completely exposed, cock joined in cunt in an obscene exhibition of wild, uninhibited fucking! Valerie felt her own body responding and melting and quivering as though she herself were participating in their lewd orgiastic experience.
She shivered as though seized with a sudden chill even though the fevers were raging in her blood like molten torrents. It was no longer any secret to her. She couldn't go for help or pull them apart . . . for the watching was turning her on too! The watching of their maniacal fucking was turning her bones to jelly with jealousy and frustration. The truth was . . . she was a virgin . . . a twenty five year old virgin. Bruce had even hinted that she was worse than a dried up old maid that last time she'd sent him away.
His voice came back to haunt her now. "What are you . . . some kind of nut? I want to feel your breasts . . . you want my hands there . . . and you scream like a banshee . . . you're crazy or senile or some damn thing, woman!" Valerie had gone tearing up the path to her cottage then, sobbing and moaning, turning at the door and screaming out at him in her pain and humiliation, "I never want to see you again, Bruce Landers!"
"Don't worry, baby . . . you won't!"
Three weeks now she'd waited but he made no move. She'd finally known that he wouldn't and had fallen back into wearing herself out with the horse and the school and the children and the garden. She'd lain awake many nights though wondering whose arms had welcomed him, what woman was accepting him and consoling him?
Bruce's boy was down there now with Jennifer Crist, his virile young cock sunk deep into willing young cunt flesh, open and pink like a wound that wept liquid that was not rotting, but fresh young lubricant from deep inside her fertile young body.
Suddenly, Valerie's attention was jerked back to the scene before her by a soul-searing groan that went on and on. She looked down to the ground and saw Bobby gasping and moaning with Jennifer more softly echoing his every sound. The boy pummeled his lust-hardened young penis heartlessly into the young girl's vaginal passage, plunging again and again. And then, Bobby began spewing his hot white load deep into Jennifer's upturned cunt, the force of his orgasm sending hot cascading sperm foaming back out of her thinly hair-lined young cunt-lips and down the desperately clenching cleft between her ass-cheeks. Almost insanely, the girl screwed her buttocks tightly onto the still squirting prick sunk deep into her belly, and as the boy gave one final lunge into her semen flooded cuntal passage, she let out a whimpering wail from between tightly clenched teeth, and Valerie saw her body shudder violently as a great crest of pleasure wracked her body.
"Agggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhh . . . GGGGGGGGAAAADDDDDAAAAAMMMMM," Jennifer screamed in an agony of sexual rapture, screaming out her orgasmic release, as young Bobby Landers stroked into her without mercy, until with a low guttural grunt, he drove deep up into her again to the hilt, holding himself down there for breathless moments while his hot white sperm still shot into the pale softness of the thirteen year olds hungrily accepting belly. Valerie thought she could detect the pumping action in his balls, tight up in the cleft, between Jennifer's rounded little ass cheeks, and she could see his puckered anus jerking and flexing as he came. Then, at last he collapsed on top of the girl, the full weight of him cradled between her still spasmodically clenching child-like thighs.
"God, damn, Jenny . . . I thought I'd never stop cumming!" he giggled.
Valerie's body was taut with the tension of the scene before her. The young couple lay exhausted on the ground. Biting her knuckles to keep her whimpers from becoming audible, Valerie somehow stumbled into the girl's bathroom and locked the door. When she was seated on the toilet, her ruined panties wet and slippery with her own damaging and desirous moisture around her slender ankles, the sobs came out in convulsive groans, as her middle fingers found the shamelessly slippery cunt lips between her legs and tried to ease the torturous need there. Oh God . . . Oh God . . . Oh God . . .
Chapter Two
"Bruce?" Valerie knocked timidly at the door of the old house. Her heart was in her throat and her courage was failing now that she was here . . . but he had to be told. He had to be told about Bobby's behavior. She knocked again. Damn. Why didn't he have a telephone like everybody else? Then she wouldn't have had to face him. The old house just echoed with her knocks emptily, yet his truck was in the yard. Maybe he was down at the beach.
Following the bubbling little stream that led to the open sea, Valerie made her way through the heavy brush along the banks. Why bother? Suddenly, a thought depressed her even more than her already gloomy outlook. Supposing Bruce didn't believe her . . . suppose he defended Bobby . . . suppose he laughed at her . . .
At last she reached the heavy columns of the high bridge that spanned the canyon where the river trickled into the smooth Pacific. She rested a moment against the hard concrete buttress and then plodded on through the sand, cursing herself and Bobby and Bruce too. It would have been easier if she had never dated Bruce or had any kind of personal contact with him. She never should have, she thought grimly. Certainly he was like no man she'd ever dated before.
Pity mostly, at first, had been her motivation. Bruce Landers blended in well with the canyon people but he was a far cry from the correct college boys and young businessmen she'd dated previously. Bruce Landers was a widower with a teenage boy and because Bobby was in her school, motherless and not very well motivated, she'd felt sorry for him and his father.
Bearded and shabby in faded jeans like all the other hippie types in the canyon, Valerie had been amazed to find that Bruce had dropped out of a life very much like her own background when his wife died. An upper middle management man with a huge corporation he'd suddenly found his life didn't satisfy him anymore. A status drop-out was the way he described himself. He'd sold everything, packed up and moved to the canyon. Valerie presumed he lived on his savings for he never seemed to work except for odd jobs occasionally, gardening, carpentry. Mostly he did weird sculpture, fished, puttered at fixing up the old house he'd bought on the canyon floor not far from the beach. Her dates with him had been picnics on the beach, an occasional experimental movie at the college, a folk dance group at a neighborhood center in town.
"Hi!"
Valerie jumped, clutching her jacket, and then she saw him. Shirtless, squatting down in the sand, Bruce was busy bending scrap wire and pieces of driftwood into one of his sculptures. He grinned up at her, a dirty half naked savage. Strangely, his dark beard and unkempt hair made him look younger than his thirty seven years. He motioned for Valerie to sit down.
"How've you been?"
"Bruce . . . I . . . I . . . ah . . . have some bad news."
"Oh?"' he inquired casually, still twisting the wire and securing the gnarled wood. "What's that?"
"Well . . . well . . . Bobby . . . he . . ."
"He didn't get hurt?"
"No . . . no nothing like that."
"He raped a girl after school . . . in the field there.. ." Valerie blurted out loudly.
"Raped, huh?" Bruce laughed.
"You think that's funny!"
"Well, I don't hold much with this rape idea . . . usually doesn't work that way," he said calmly.
"But this girl is only thirteen years old!"
"Old enough then . . . so Bobby's growing up," he laughed shaking his head philosophically.
"Bruce . . . the girl . . . Bobby . . . I saw them!" Valerie exclaimed aghast at Bruce's calm acceptance of the news. "How can you sit there . . . as though . . ." Words failed Valerie, and an unreasoning anger rose in her. No wonder there was so much juvenile delinquency when a parent could take such an attitude.
"Tell me . . . did old Bob really give it to her?" Bruce laughed, rising to look closely into Valerie's face. He stood over her laughing like a bearded satyr, the muscles in his naked chest rippling powerfully as he rubbed the sand on his hands against his jeans. Valerie shrank instinctively back a step, her eyes drawn magnet-like to his naked brawn, the dark curling hair on his chest making a V down to his navel.
"You better wake up, Valerie . . . start living in the real world, honey. Why should I be outraged? My son's only doing what his instincts tell him to do . . . what any normal person does when he reaches a certain age. I'd be a hell of a lot more worried if he didn't get some pussy at fifteen."
"You . . . you're a monster, Bruce Landers . . . a . . ." Valerie sputtered wildly, a sudden fear clutching her for Bruce kept inching closer, leering down into her face.
"And you're a hypocrite, baby . . . a real first class hypocrite."
"Don't you dare talk to me like that . . . don't you ever . . ."
"Here . . . I'll prove it . . ."
All her anger and fear and outrage were suddenly stoppered by Bruce Landers' laughing mouth. His arms shot out and scooped her to him, his hands biting into her arms and his mouth coming down on hers fiercely in a deep brutal kiss. Her mouth was suddenly filled with his filthy tongue that spewed such horrible words and she was claimed by his hard body in a vise like embrace. Valerie strained against him but he only wrapped her closer and began fucking his long tongue deeply into her mouth, while his hands bit into the flesh of her buttocks and back, pulling her cringing body into his hard maleness. She could feel an almost instant bulge form in his jeans and it buried deeply against her belly. Its enormity was obvious even through the clothes. Gagging and choking on his invading tongue she tried vainly to spew it out but his lips were pressed against hers so ferociously that her own teeth were bruising her lips. He was devouring her and the smell of his hard male body was in her nostrils and she felt as though she'd faint there in the sand.
Bruce explored every ridge and hollow of Valerie's velvet, wetly caverned mouth with his tongue while his cock rose heavily and painfully in his tight jeans, straining to get into her other hollow that needed him so badly. Damned hypocritical bitch! Well, by God this was one time he'd teach her that badly needed lesson. It hadn't been worth it before. Too many other bitches in heat around, but now . . . coming down here to tell him Bobby was in some little chit's pants . . . now, she was going to get it. Probably why she came . . . at least subconsciously. Amazing what women would do so as to maneuver themselves into getting validly raped.
He held her straining and taut, every muscle tensed to rigidity, his tongue locked deeply into her mouth, his hands and arms holding her prisoner, breasts mashed deliciously against his powerful chest, one thigh worming between her legs so that her pubic mound was pressed hard against him. She tried desperately to move her head and Bruce only caught her skull in his hand and jerked her mouth under his again deeper and harder. He held her so hard and so long that finally she went limp in his arms, the breath rattling out her nose desperately and moans bubbling up muffled from her chest.
Despite her height, Valerie was no match for this huge brute who held her easily. His strength was simply too much for her. Her struggling had not broken his hold and some survival instinct told her to go limp. Perhaps she could somehow fool him and get away from that brutal mouth and iron arms. Oh God! Why had she come here. She should have known! He was a maniac, an animal with one thing on his mind. How could she have expected the father to be different from the son?
The wind howled suddenly and came rushing in from the sea, whipping around the locked figures standing and swaying on the sand. The desperateness of her situation suddenly hit Valerie. There was no one around. Nothing but sea and sky and sand and the dark shadows of the bridge girders.
His hands were coursing over her now, smoothing her buttocks and cupping her heavy breasts that suddenly felt like heavy balloons, swollen and fevered. Tears stung Valerie's eyes and the bitter gall of knowing she had devised her own downfall at this beast's hands rose in anguished moans from beneath her breastbone to burble helplessly in the tongue filled cavern of her mouth.
Suddenly one of his hands had snaked under the clean blouse she'd put on. Illogically she was glad she'd stopped at her cottage in the Highlands to scrub herself clean and change clothes before coming down here. The horror of that thought then hit her as she felt his big hand rip the catch on her bra and then come around to weigh her naked breast in the huge palm as though it were a ripened fruit at the market. The warmth of his hand enveloped her through the skin of that one hand and the wind was less cold. A tremor shook her when his hand rubbed and tweaked the nipple to instant hardness and the warmth like creeping syrupy sweetness stole through her veins and bones and skin. Unconsciously she sucked the probing tongue in her mouth of her own volition and felt the chasing ripples of promised rapture skittering through her loins and breasts and belly.
That was better. Hot bitch crucifying herself on her own crude cross of respectability. Christ, she tasted and smelled like ambrosia. Bruce could feel his cock twitching painfully in the cloth prison. Willowy blonde goddess with a body better than any Venus. Clothes couldn't hide a body that well and he knew already what that flesh would look like naked and lusting. Well, there would be no more waiting!
Valerie felt Bruce's mouth slide at last down her long throat and she breathed in the sea air gratefully, the sobs audible now. She shook in the wind like a leaf and gathered her strength for the moment he made a false move. Oh God . . . she must get out of here or in a few more moments she too would be splayed out and impaled down into the sand like that poor child behind the school!
"See what I mean, baby . . . you like it . . . you just tell yourself you don't . . . mmm . . .
Valerie felt his hand fumbling with her jacket to get it down her arms, his mouth pressed into the hollow of her shoulder like a brand that seared her skin indelibly. NOW, her brain screamed frantically and she jerked back out of his grasp and turned to run.
Before she'd gone two steps Bruce closed the gap between them, caught her wrist and spun her down on her back on the sand.
"NO . . . no . . . please . . . please Bruce . . . oh God . . . NOOOOOOO . . ." she sobbed, her eyes pleading helplessly up at him in his standing position above her.
"Too late, honey," he said looking down at her, a cold cruel grin beginning to play around his mouth. "Too late for anything but fucking now.
"Oh, my God!" she'd gasped, cringing within at the vile sound of the obscene word, and its very significant meaning to her at that petrifying moment, while he began to remove the clothes from his tall, muscular body; until at last, he stood over her licentiously naked, his thick hard penis lancing out from his lean, hairy loins like some brutal instrument of torment.
She gaped in sheer disbelief as he dropped his hand to it and with a lewd grin, began stroking the heavy, uncircumcised foreskin back and forth over the purplish, bulbous head. It jerked to his own touch and as she stared up in abhorrence she thought she detected several drops of white male semen seep from the tiny split at its tip . . .
"Fascinating, isn't it, darling?" he leered, reveling obviously in the shameful torment he was subjecting her to . . . He laughed lewdly. "Well now . . . just wait till I slip it up into that tight little cunt of yours, then you'll really appreciate it. I'll tell you the truth, honey . . . it's made more than one snooty little bitch beg for mercy." He started to laugh again, then, caught himself. "By the way, you do have a tight little cunt, I hope . . .?"
"Stop it! Stop it!" she shouted at him, tears spilling uncontrollably down her cheeks as he went on with his tormenting, watching the contorted expressions of shock and near-paralyzing fear pass over her face in a kaleidoscope of sheer repugnance.
But he didn't stop . . . only continued to grin lewdly at her while she lay as if glued to the sand, watching, hypnotized by his stroking of the rigid fleshy shaft with his hand . . . the unbelievable thickness of it causing her subconscious to recall his words of a moment before . . . more than one . . . beg for mercy . . . My God, no woman could ever take such a thing inside her . . . it would rip her intestines to shreds!
Again, he started toward her.
"Bruce! D-don't come any nearer! You hear . . . Don't touch me!" she'd managed to blurt at him through her loathing and fear, yet realizing that her words were futile . . . that he was going to take her helpless, virginal body no matter how she pleaded with him . . . He was his son's father!
"Are you going to strip off those pretty clothes, baby . . . or do you want me to rip them off your ass into shreds?"
Valerie lay there completely defenseless, still froze in semi-shock and near-terror, until he reached out for her, jerking her up to her feet and clamping her face between his strong hands, his wet lips encompassing hers tightly, his tongue bursting deep into her mouth while the hardness of his prick gouged into the soft flesh of her belly . . . then he was stripping her.
As terrified and sickened as she was, she realized the uselessness of struggling. Dear God, she thought, what a monstrous farce she helped to perpetrate on her own self . . .
"That's my little hypocrite," he hissed at her. "Let old Bruce prepare you for the fucking of your life."
Once more, she cringed at the vile sound of the obscene word he breathed hotly into her tearstained face. She was dimly conscious of his eager hands moving over her body, tugging at zippers and unfastening snaps, until the air caressed her naked flesh, hardening the nipples of her unleashed, full white breasts, and then she felt her flimsy white panties being pulled down over the softness of her smooth rounded buttocks.
He stepped back then and gazed at her while she closed her eyes and stood, chin high, trying desperately to control the tears attempting to flood from them, nearly losing her balance as she swayed dangerously in her self-inflicted darkness . . . There was nothing left but shame now . . .
"Christ, you're a luscious sight to behold!" he gasped, pulling her against his lust incited nakedness, crushing her breasts flat to his powerful, hairy chest, his hands cupping the round full globes of her buttocks and hauling her close until his hard jerking staff burrowed tightly into the white softness of her flaccid belly. "You're all that I thought you were going to be . . . when I watched this tight little ass of yours whip around the school . . . Damn, how I wanted to fuck that aristocratic little pussy of yours, baby . . . just flip you onto your back and throw those long legs up over your head . . . and stuff this cock into that soft white little belly of yours until you could taste it . . ."
"Oh God," she moaned almost incoherently, her face resting on his shoulder, suddenly unable to comprehend the erotic tingle of excitement his obscene description of what he was going to do to her was arousing in her. And then, he caught her by her pigtail, jerking her head back, his open mouth finding hers while his hand clutched and kneaded her left breast mercilessly, pinching and twisting at the nipple, immediately quenching the fleeting passion of a moment before.
She whimpered against his lips from the brutal mauling of her soft sensitive breast, her eyes blinded with the tears of her shameful and humiliating situation, while deep within she knotted with the dreaded fear of the inevitable moment when he would try to penetrate her virginal passage with the horrendous thickness of his penis pressing hard against her stomach.
Oh, my God, what had she done? What had she done? And then, suddenly, he forced her to the sand.
"Oh . . . oh, please, Bruce. My God . . ." she pled as he moved over her and pressed her down before him, quickly placing one knee between her automatically closing legs. "I . . . I've never . . . my God! I'm a virgin, Bruce!"
He poised himself above her on all fours, only the one leg between hers, and grinned down at her in his lustful state.
"Really?" he said thickly. "Well now . . . that's some phenomenon these days, even for a school teacher." He chuckled excitedly. "All in your favor though, darling. At least, it makes me feel I'm getting my money's worth. So . . . spread those beautiful white thighs of yours and we'll change all that."
"P-please, Bruce . . . My God, be gentle . . ."
"Spread' em damnit!" he'd snarled, as if nothing else mattered to him but burying his heavy, desire hardened cock inside her chaste tender flesh, and reluctantly, afraid now to resist him, she opened her thighs while he lifted his other leg and planted himself commandingly between the long tan columns, his eyes gaping down lustfully at the pink moist flesh of her slightly opened cuntal lips. Then, he sat back momentarily on his haunches, still staring at the completely exposed sight of her sparse, golden, hair-covered vagina, and as she watched in near-paralyzed fear, he placed his palms flat against the inside of her soft, smooth thighs, his thumbs resting on the soft, downy flanges of her cunt. Her breath had caught in her chest as with a slow, tantalizing outward movement, he drew the gently pulsating lips slowly apart, exposing the moist coral flesh to the mercy of his gaze.
"Christ!" he gasped once more. "Baby, that's the tiniest little pussy I've seen in a long time!"
"Bruce . . . Bruce, please . . . don't!!!" she begged, the words tumbling pleadingly from the pathetically trembling lips.
He said nothing, only sucked in his breath and suddenly dropped down onto her, his hands plundering greedily over the soft lush contours of her fear stricken young body, squeezing her full, succulent breasts sadistically, his mouth lowering to chew hungrily at one nipple then the other, while she writhed painfully beneath him.
"Oh . . . oh, my God . . ." she'd moaned beneath his depraved attack. He held her imprisoned with the weight of his strong sinuous body, her head rolling back and forth wildly while his hand sought his prick and jammed the blood-filled head between the moist, tender lips of her vagina, working it up and down briefly to part the soft, sparse pubic hair, and thrusting it forward against the tight, reluctantly cringing mouth of her cunt.
Abruptly, her terror got the better of her; she tried to scream . . . but couldn't! Then, she felt the agonizing pressure beginning. For one brief moment, she thought she could endure it, but it quickly became obvious to her that it would never fit. Again, she tried to scream.
He flicked his hips forward.
"OOOooooohhhhh Godddd, noooo, nooooo!" The scream came then. Her brain reeled, but more from fear than the pain. She heard him grunt heavily, then he pressed into her again, flexing his buttocks with brutal strength, until suddenly her cunt gave way before him. The tight elastic ring of her vaginal entrance popped open with a snapping, unexpected sound and the huge spongy head slipped wetly up inside her with a rush that left her gasping for breath.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaagggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
She flailed her head insanely and tried to get her talon-crooked fingers up to claw at his face with her nails as she squirmed and twisted like a madwoman, endeavoring to escape the cruel and agonizing impalement of her helpless cunt.
She squealed as might a speared animal thrashing in its final death-throes while he caught her wrists and pinned them back to the sand. She kicked her legs out frantically in a futile attempt for relief, but the move only worsened her position, and he sunk his massive hardness deeper into her softly yielding flesh without benefit of mercy while she began to half-screech incoherently from the unbelievable pain. Brutally, his stone-hard cock bored further and further into her unprepared, virginal passage, expanding the sensitive moist walls until she was certain her thighs would split asunder from the outward, relentless pressure . . . then, his pelvis smacked resoundingly against her own and she felt his balls dangling heavy between the upturned cheeks of her tightly clenched ass.
She tried to speak, beg, anything . . . but couldn't raise the words from her throat. He whipped her breath away with his cruel penetration of her unreceptive and unwanting vagina, the scalding pain emitting from it and her whole crotch area assuring her that he was tearing her badly, and as the huge, massive thing lay entombed beyond reason deep in her helplessly quivering belly, the warm and wetly stretched walls of her cunt wrapped like a salved bandage around it, she was certain she could feel the blood trickling down the cleft between her buttocks to form a warm, wet pool beneath her on the sand.
But he never stopped. Like some mad rapist, he never even gave her an acclimating moment of adjustment to his sudden invasion deep inside her womb. He simply began to fuck, plunging in and out of her like a crazed feral animal. Half in shock from the pain, as well as the heartbreak, shame and humiliation, she gaped up helplessly at his lust-contorted face, trying with all of her heart to fathom what lay beyond that mask as he hammered inhumanly in and out of her. Her eyes blurred with her tears, but more from the mental anguish as the pain slowly began to subside and she determined that his only thought was to spew his waiting load of white, hot semen deep inside her in the age old heritage of the dominating male animal.
When the pain eased a little, her moistly tingling vaginal passage flowered strangely and against her will open to him and fiery tongues of ecstatic pleasure began to lick hungrily at her soft sensitive flesh. Uncontrollably, her whole body began an insane twitching and writhing beneath him and she found herself groaning incessantly up into the wetness of his mouth, shoving her tongue with wild and complete abandon deep into his throat. Her legs on either side of his impaling cock jerked and quivered of their own volition, and she drew back
her knees tight against her throbbing breasts, presenting the naked plane of her loins wide-open to his pile-driving thrusts, and he ground hard and deep, his cock boring far up into the hidden, never before touched, sanctuary of her womb.
Oh God, yes, she wanted it now . . . No matter what he did to her!
At that moment, she nearly begged him! Her body was screaming for release; he drove her desire to that wildly spiraling point with the force of his lust alone. Then the brutal pressure of the rocklike hardness of his cock against the virgin opening of her cunt made Valerie grow tense again from the anxiety of the pain she knew would surely come again. She thought her flesh was ripping apart from the steady increase of force as his hips pushed forward with more and more strength. The pain in her groin grew to ever greater proportions as her vagina resisted the blunt force of the fleshy hard cock, until suddenly, her whole body seemed to rip in half as the giant head pushed deeper than ever into the tight, restricting, small passage.
"AAAAAaaahhhhhhh!" Valerie groaned her fresh agony out loud as the pain seared through her body again. She couldn't control her voice any longer, and she cried out a plea for mercy. But she didn't realize that Bruce Landers was beyond hearing her. She was trying desperately to fight off the pain that tore at her insides, and that one thought occupied her total mind. She squirmed her buttocks back away from the ramming instrument, but she was held tightly by the strong grip and weight of his body.
"AAAAawwwwwwwhhhhhh!" She screamed, as the force drove even more heavily now into her vagina, the blood-filled column expanding her tightly stretched passage to fit perfectly its thick round size. With slow sureness, it pressed inward even further, a millimeter at a time, and each move seemed to Valerie to be more terrible now than the last. She was convinced that she could never retain her consciousness with Bruce Landers' giant fleshy rod buried up inside her, and she struggled with the fast-draining remainder of her strength, for what she felt was a lifetime lost in her panic as she was. She wasn't interested in doing anything now except getting away from the painful pressure down between her legs, but her struggle was hopeless. She didn't have the strength left in her body to resist anymore, and she gave up fighting the pain. She relaxed, letting the huge rampaging cock just fuck her into oblivion.
"OOOOooooohhhh! OOOOOOOOhhhhhhhh!" she groaned out helplessly when the suddenly unrestricted instrument plunged quickly up the remainder of her wide stretched cunt, completely filling her womb. Bruce's groin crashed hard again into her widespread vagina as his cock submerged in the glovelike flesh to the maximum depth. Valerie didn't move at all, for fear of the pain she knew would come, as she thought for sure that the instrument was going to pierce the walls of her lower belly. She felt as though her whole body was hung limply on a giant staff of flesh stabbed into her womb, and that at any moment it was going to push farther up to tear the rest of her body in two. But it didn't go in any further. It just stayed throbbing in her helplessly stretched cuntal passage like an animal at rest before attacking an elusive prey.
Slowly she became aware of the other parts of her body which were still very much alive. Her heart was pounding furiously in her chest, the steady beat transmitting up through her breast to the hairy chest pressed down against them. The taut nerves in her neck were reacting to the tiny nips of his teeth, and she realized that her arms were wrapped tightly around his body, holding him to her chest like Nature would hold the earth. She hoped that the storm was over, that. the aching in her womb would gradually stop, and the pleasure that was, she knew beginning again, would fill her thoughts.
"Oooohh!" she exclaimed suddenly in protest, as Bruce flexed his tightly wrapped penis to expand the head buried deep up inside her stomach. The pain wasn't nearly as bad now, and the continuing expansion of his hardness began to bring a new sensation throbbing wonderfully through her belly to replace the pain. It was like a form of a final subjugation, to be filled now, after telling on the boy, with the throbbing penis of little Bobby Landers' father. She refocused her senses away from the searing pain of his cock to the pleasurable sensation that was slowly beginning to rebuild in the depths of her burning womb.
The helpless girl drew her knees up so as to have better leverage to screw her wide stretched vaginal lips up against the fuzziness of his pubic hairs. As she arched her hips up slightly, Bruce withdrew his long cock from her womb, and she could feel herself unconsciously resisting his exit and then, when only the head end of it remained inside, she lifted her skewered groin up to him, afraid he might take it all the way out. But, he pushed instead, forward again deep up into the wetly clenched depths of her naked cunt. She could feel the smooth rubbery tip parting the walls of her vagina as it slid down inside her, and her cunt closed tightly around the thick cock, the nerves lining the wall transmitting every part of its form to her brain. She hung suspended on every moment of his long downstroke, feeling this time pleasure rather than pain, and when his pelvis pressed into her vagina she again felt the twin sacs of his balls smack lightly against her now voluntarily spread buttocks. The sensation was wonderful for Valerie and she opened her legs out as wide as she could to make the next plunge even nicer and deeper.
Again, Landers pulled back with his hips to withdraw his excited cock, and as he slammed into her clasping pussy with a faster motion, this time his balls slapped all the way down against her tiny, nakedly puckered anus.
"Aaahhh!" she shrieked from the weird sensation that came rippling up her spine. His balls were stirring with the pressure of sperm inside them, and she could feel their life throbbing as they hung down against her naked anus. The pain of his entry was completely forgotten, and all she could think of was to be fucked again and again by the hard hot flesh inside her womb. Even the aching had subsided to the point of being overtaken by the pleasure of his fucking into her. He began the steady rhythm of sawing in and out of her vagina as it had been done ever since man first appeared on the earth. The driving motion of his long, thick penis sent ripples of pleasure with ever increasing intensity through every part of her passion aroused body, and she took up the rhythm with him, arching her hips up as he drove forward on the downstroke, and pulling back as he retreated.
The fire burning deep in her womb became more intense as Bruce's already-large cock seemed to grow larger as his fucking became faster and faster. His moistened column slid with greater ease in and out of her tightly grasping cunt, the walls of her passage wrapping and squeezing over every part of its throbbing shape as it stirred her to greater heights of pleasure. The swelling pounding work in her cunt seemed to go with more urgency as the tempo increased. His cock plowed deep inside her womb, their pubic hairs tangled together, only to depart as it withdrew to plow??? in once again. Valerie felt her whole body become a part of her hungrily clasping cunt, as the sensations were reaching out into her every nerve to create greater and greater excitement. She had never imagined it could be such pleasure to be totally consumed by the huge, fleshy rod pounding crazily into her belly. The frantic rolling motion of their bodies fucking on the sand made her mind whirl with tiny electric stars that bounced and exploded as her passion became higher. They appeared and disappeared like charges of energy from her excited nerves, dancing through her whole being. She drew her legs up as high as she could, and she began flexing and tightening the muscles in her thighs to pull and suck at the wonderful cock that skewered with tremendous force in her fiery, hot cunt.
She felt as though her body was completely freed of any resistance to pleasure, and she had added sensations streaming from her loins that she wanted, but couldn't identify at first. Then, she realized that Bruce's hands were exploring other sensitive parts of her body, and a rippling flash of raw pleasure shot up her spine as she felt his finger probing into her nakedly exposed anus. She kept thinking over and over that she was being fucked, that she was being finally fucked by a man. When his finger suddenly pushed up inside the tightly resisting lips of her anus, the pain was nothing compared to the lewd sensations of total surrender she felt, and she began bucking wildly to have her groin pounded into pieces by his giant column of throbbing flesh.
Her belly started jerking uncontrollably then as she felt the head of his screwing penis swell up larger inside her womb. She knew that it was going to start spewing out hot male cum at any moment, and, oh God, maybe even make her pregnant, but the growing spasms in her own belly were the focus of her attentions now. She thought she was going to have her insides exploded all around by the hot bursting sensations that followed the jerking in her womb. Then, suddenly, his huge cock sank deeply inside her burning cunt, and the head seemed to fill her like an inflating balloon. Her belly shook with tremendous spasms when she felt the first hot stab of liquid moving up the length of the long thick cock like a great roaring wave, to burst out and crash searingly into her warmly sucking womb.
"OOOOooooooohhhhhh! OOOOOoooooooooo! AAwwwwwwwwwggggggghhhhhh!" She screamed out her ecstasy as the great, spurting instrument began to saturate her cunt with hot, sticky cum from his own climax. She could feel every drop of the passion-driven liquid bursting out of the giant swollen tip, and the sensations were so tremendous that her whole womb exploded in response. She jammed her groin up as tightly as possible against the jerking cock inside her, and her wildly contracting cunt erupted like a spewing volcano with her own joyous cum.
"AAAAaaaaaaaawwwwwwwwwwgggggggg!" Her scream echoed around her head as the wetly searing passion in her body soared to a wild pinnacle of delightful pleasure. She sank her fingernails into the back of the man above her impassioned body, and pulled him down hard against her heaving breasts. She wanted to be smothered by his warm flesh, to cover her tingling nerves with a hot instrument of pleasure at every tiny opening to her body. She arched her widespread buttocks up to receive all of the hot squirting fluid she could get, and her own milk-white cum gushed up her hungrily contracting passage over the jerking thick cock to spill out around its hair covered base and run slowly down the crevice of her upturned buttocks. It seemed to go on and on forever until her body was completely drained of all its fluid.
"If old Bobby made out as good as I did today, he did pretty well," Bruce breathed heavily against her ear, completely spent and satisfied. He nuzzled her neck appreciatively, nipping and kissing the flushed flesh of her collarbone. "Hurray for hypocritical virgins. They're the best kind," he whispered against her still warmly pulsing skin.
Valerie lay as if dead, eyes closed against the deepening afternoon sky and the bushy bearded face that had in one short hour divided her life into "before" and "after." Dimly her brain began to bleat faintly in some dark recess, trying to arouse the guilt and shame her lusting body had buried in the tides of sensation that had changed her life forever.
Oh God, don't let me be pregnant from him! Please don't let me be pregnant!
Chapter Three
One of those bright autumn days of orange sun, shining water and warm air, summer in any other region, came brilliantly through the windows of Valerie's cottage high up in the pines above the Pacific. Her own face beamed idiotically back at herself in the bathroom mirror. Smoothly tanned and flushed with sleep, hair tumbled in a cascading stream around her shoulders and down her back, the depraved behavior of yesterday afternoon was miraculously not engraved in her face.
She looked clean and young and warmly female even to herself. How could it not show? How could she have engaged in that wild lusting with Bruce Landers and not reap the ravages of it visibly?
There had been the multiple scrubbings last night, the scouring of her body inside and out, the weeping and finally the exhausted sleep. But now she was ravenous and only the tenderness of her vaginal walls and the heavy blossoming of her breasts that she could feel under her nightgown gave evidence of her downfall. The nipples were so tender that they felt raw against the soft nylon and she could see the pink tips under the gossamer fabric, turgid and tingling.
Eating scrambled eggs and ham on her tiny terrace she thought about her predicament, vaguely trying to formulate some plan. Her stomach only clamored for more food and she ate ravenously. The more she tried to get her thoughts back to the business of the day, the more she saw Bruce Landers in her mind's eye. His bearded face and powerful body kept intruding and she kept wondering if she would see him today. It was ridiculous! How could she feel anything for a self avowed dropout, a man with a degenerate son who would most probably get her in deep trouble if she wasn't careful . . . a man who raped her casually and laughed about his son's debauchery.
Sternly she finished her breakfast, fed the cat, dressed and put the breakfast dishes in the sink. Clearly, she had to get herself in hand. She couldn't let this hippie, this profligate who had fled from society precisely because he couldn't handle its responsibilities, turn her head and influence her own goals. New England history was full of such men and they always turned out bad, destroying everything around them. A small sinking stab of feeling gripped her stomach for she realized after yesterday how easy it was to be influenced by them. Well, she would simply have to be doubly on her guard.
"Miss Fenton . . . Miss Fenton . . . Miss Fenton ." She was greeted by screaming children jumping up and down in wild excitement. "We have a new teacher . . . Look . . . look . . . he's here!"
A tall grinning young man propped lazily against the storage shed got up languidly to greet her as Valerie climbed the path to the school. He unwound his body as though it were a loose spring and there was a lithe grace to his movements that was almost feline. His head was large and leonine which only added to his catlike appearance. Collar length reddish hair and a square jawed face with mocking green eyes grinned laconically at her.
"You sure are," he agreed. His cat eyes traveled over her open necked sweater, lingering at her lushly outlined breasts and sweeping down her knit clad hips to her tanned legs and feet in neat pumps. "You surely are," he breathed suggestively, his eyes assessing her openly.
Valerie's face burned and she dropped her eyes in confusion. One hand went to her hair that she had coiled neatly in a corwn??? on her head. "I . . . ah . . . can I do anything for you?"
"Well, I should say you could," he answered in that breathy voice that brought another flush to Valerie's cheeks. "Ah . . . I'm Mike McIlhenny. Mr. Crane sent me down to help you. Said you needed some help . . . on the playground." The slight emphasis on the word play sent Valerie's color rising even higher. God . . . what was the matter with her?
"Oh yes . . . he said he'd send somebody. I'll show you around later. It's time to start school now and I'll be busy with the children for a bit. Why don't you look over the sports equipment here in the shed and . . . ah . . . perhaps make a list of things we need." She brushed past him then and almost fled up the hi-fi??? with the children racing after her to the school house steps.
Everything went wrong from that first moment. It was as though the kids had to try out the new man by behaving badly; only their testing of him put Valerie in the difficult position of looking out of control. She was furious with them and with the smirking young man, who swaggered finally through the classroom to bark at the unruly students. They followed him out onto the playground docilely and were soon shouting and whooping gleefully in a wild game of tag.
Valerie stood at the window, watching, and for the first time in her life, actually swearing under her breath for long minutes. Stop it she told herself sternly, but the fury went on twisting her stomach into knots. Through a haze of anger she watched Mike McIlhenny get all the children involved and playing. He moved with an effortless grace, the muscles in his shoulders and back rippling visibly under his striped T-shirt. Valerie started??? guiltily when she realized she was actually wondering what those powerful arms would feel like holding her. My God! What had happened to her since yesterday?
Jennifer Crist came into her range of vision then, running like the wind across the open playground. Her nubile young breasts bounced as she ran, clearly outlined under a tight pink sweater that clung like a second skin. Valerie could even see the pointed nipples poking out in tiny hard points under the thin sweater. The child had no bra on! Valerie felt her own breasts sudden heaviness, the nipples tingling under her lace bra that felt too tight and constraining after the mauling and gnawing they were subjected to yesterday.
The whole afternoon came rushing back inside her head like a taped playback . . . the exciting peeping on Jennifer and Bobby . . . and the subsequent depraved sexual attack on her own virginal body by Bobby's father, Bruce Landers. Her head whirled and her body shivered as the memory of those hours came back so vividly she felt her vagina again clench inward and her nipples harden vicariously.
Her eyes glazed as she stood staring out the window. Suddenly Mike McIlhenny came into focus as he raced after Jennifer Crist and tagged her. The look on his face was unmistakable. It was the same look Bobby had had and Bruce when he'd pinned the young teacher down in the sand. Valerie's hands gripped the window sill and her lips clamped down to stifle a moan. Oh God! She was seeing things . . . things that probably weren't even there.
She whirled from the window as though stabbed and indeed she was . . . stabbed by the knife of conscience that all the years of her upbringing had honed to a sharp razor edge. It was wrong. All of it was wrong! Her own wrong doing didn't make any of it right or proper. It only made it worse.
Valerie's mouth set in a line. She knew what had to be done. No matter how distasteful or how incompetent it made her look, the whole matter had to be reported to the superintendent. If something went wrong later and she hadn't reported Bobby and Jennifer, then things would be even worse for her. Besides there were the other children to think of. They must be protected too.
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Palms sweating against the leather of her briefcase and head pounding out a rhythm of tension and pain, Valerie strode into Taylor Crane's private office. The smooth teak desk and gleaming chrome and leather chairs were softened by the depth of the thick orange carpet. The big man behind the desk looked up and smiled cordially.
"Oh . . . Valerie . . . sit down, my dear."
"Mr. Crane . . . I'm sorry to bother you when you're so busy but I have some rather urgent things to say . . . I . . ."
"Yes?" Crane asked softly in the silence, watching the flustered young teacher blushing and glancing away in confusion. She was a delectable piece! The pale golden riches of her hair were coiled into a crown on her head. It was impossible not to want to pull it down and spread it out and bury your face in all that fragrant softness. Taylor felt his cock harden at the sight of her thrusting full breasts under the open necked grey sweater that made her skin look even more golden and sleek.
"I . . . ah . . . have something rather horrifying to report." Crane didn't help her . . . just let his eyes roam over every inch of her, not bothering to mask his thoughts. The blood had rushed to her face again and she looked down at her clenched hands in her lap.
"Yesterday afternoon. I caught two children engaging in 'relations' behind the school," she blurted, her eyes darting up and then away.
"Relations? What kind of relations?" he asked gently and innocently. Honestly! This young filly was either incredibly stupid or had been brought up in a convent which he knew from her records was not the case. Just the product of a sound New England background. Well, by God . . . this was a lucky break. Anything that came up now that Valerie Fenton couldn't handle was all in his favor.
"Sexual relations." she whispered in a barely audible voice.
"You mean they were petting?" Crane snorted derisively.
"No!"
"Well, necking . . . whatever you want to call it . . ."
"No . . . no, you don't understand . . ." Valerie spluttered.
Crane got up impatiently and walked around his desk to stand looking down at her huddled in the chair like a recalcitrant child. Slowly and deliberately he let his eyes slide over her.
"Then say what you mean, Valerie," he intoned gently, his voice deliberately silky. "Do you mean they were fucking?"
The young teacher cringed as if he'd struck her. She shrank visibly from the one word that described vividly and exactly what her two students had been doing.
"Well?" Crane's voice rose imperiously. Valerie nodded faintly, her eyes boring holes into the orange carpet and her neatly pumped toes trying to dig into the deep thickness.
"Then say what you mean! Don't pussy foot and pretty it up. They were fucking and you saw them! Is that right?"
"Yes." she whispered miserably. Crane could see that she was on the brink of tears. Now was the time to press the advantage.
"I was afraid something like this would happen eventually . . . down at Rio Sur." He walked away from the trembling girl and strode back and forth in mock worry. "Rio Sur is too isolated. Way down the coast there. Should have been closed long ago. We could bus the students into town far cheaper. And another thing." He whirled to pierce her with steel grey eyes. "It isn't fair to let a young teacher like you ride herd on pupils who aren't much younger than you are. Alone, with no man to help. By the way, did McIlhenny help any today."
"Oh . . . please . . . Mr. Crane . . . you don't understand . . ." Valerie choked out the words, past the anger and the frustration and the humiliating indignity the man had heaped on her by use of the crude four-letter words. Her body felt as though it couldn't contain all the myriad emotions that swept through her with hurricane force. Her control had gone long ago. She felt helpless and so infuriated that the words would hardly squeak past her lips.
"Closing the school wouldn't solve anything. It's . . . not too isolated . . . that's the whole reason it's a good school . . . the whole concept of Rio Sur must be preserved. Don't you see . . . what happened had nothing to do with the school itself or with me . . . it's . . . it's . . ."
"Can't you see how the parents will view it, Valerie . . . Have you told them?"
"I spoke with the boy's father . . . but not the girl's parents yet . . ."
"You'd better let me handle that. How did the boy's father react?"
"He . . . he . . . laughed . . ." The memory of the previous afternoon swept through Valerie's already once-ravaged young body and the trembling increased and the tears burst from her filled lids.
"Well, that's a relief. No trouble from that quarter . . . but the girl's parents may be something else. Better give me the name." Crane sat down and pulled a pen and paper toward him.
"Crist . . . Jennifer Crist . . ." Valerie mumbled, sobs beginning to rise in her chest now at the thought that Rio Sur might be closed and her hopes and dreams gone in the space of one afternoon's events. Oh God! She shouldn't have come to Crane!
The superintendent pushed the paper aside then and leaned back in his chair. "You mustn't take it so hard, my dear. These things happen . . . but they wouldn't happen in a town school . . . at least not on the school grounds where the school could be held responsible. It's too much to ask you to handle all those children in that primitive situation. No. Rio Sur must be closed. We'll have to get the board's approval, of course. May take a little while . . ."
Suddenly, the sobbing teacher stood up. She was shaking, and the anger and frustration in her face sweeping through her harshly so that she was barely understandable.
"I beg you . . . Mr. Crane . . . don't do something so foolish . . . so ridiculous . . . I can handle the school . . . I have handled it. I have a good record . . . Truly I do. My students have won scholarships and . . . Oh, you can't . . . you can't close the school." She wailed pitifully.
"Valerie! This isn't your decision to make. Your judgment is prejudiced here. You've allowed yourself to become too involved with the students. Obviously you can't handle it. Look at you . . . how upset you are over a situation that you couldn't handle. You can't even handle your own emotions . . . quite obviously." he said sadly.
"But . . . but please . . . won't you listen . . ." Valerie fought for control and it eluded her, the tears flooding down her cheeks now and her breath coming in sobbing gasps. Crane came around the desk and put his arm comfortingly around her shoulder.
"Now you run along home, Valerie. I'll handle this. You're much too overwrought. Don't you worry, my dear. We'll find a way to handle the situation and we'll find you a nice class in town here at one of the other schools. Everything will be fine. You'll see. Of course it will take a little while but I promise you I'll get on it right away."
Valerie found herself propelled toward the door. He'd herded her almost there. Oh God. She'd ruined everything!! Everything she'd worked for everything she'd dreamed! Her own school would never be a reality now. No foundation would give her a grant unless she could prove her success in a functioning school.
"No . . ." Valerie tore herself from the superintendent's grasp and stood shaking and white lipped. A surge of strength shot up her back bone. "You mustn't close the school. I've worked so hard. You're not going to take it away from me. I don't need help. I don't need anything except your support to keep the program going. I have kids there now who need me . . . who need the school just as it is . . . despite what happened yesterday. Two students don't make a school. This has never happened before. It's the hippie element that's moved into the canyon. Don't you see. It wasn't my fault . . . you mustn't take the school away from me . . . you mustn't . . .
"That isn't for you to decide, Valerie . . . or for me . . . it's for the board. Now, you'd better go. I have a great deal of work still to do. I'll take care of the Crist child's parents. Good afternoon." he said icily as he ushered her out the door and closed it behind her.
Chapter Four
Working feverishly almost around the clock, Valerie had driven herself for two days as though possessed by a demon. The specter of the school being closed haunted her and Taylor Crane took on the dimensions and attributes of a devil incarnate. When her brain had begun functioning again and her anger manageable, she'd realized that the only way to save the school was to prove to townspeople and board members that the school was a properly functioning, innovative and worthwhile place of education.
The school fair was an annual event that she and the children had devised to raise money for the extra books they wanted and extra equipment the district wouldn't provide. This year it had to serve a far more urgent purpose. It had to persuade the establishment and the system that a small one room schoolhouse was not only worth preserving but a better school than its town counter parts.
Valerie had explained it all to the children. Their response had been valiant and instantaneous. Everyone pitched in to get the fair ready in record time in order that the board members could see it before their next meeting when Valerie was sure Taylor Crane would try and persuade them to his point of view.
After two days of back breaking work that had lasted for Valerie and Mike and some of the interested parents far into the night, the fair was almost in readiness. Mike had been wonderful. She'd misjudged him that first day. Her own guilt had caused her to suspect him, she realized. Working like a trojan, he'd single-handedly built all the scaffolding for the booths and hung the hastily dyed banners. It was beginning to look like a real Renaissance fair despite the crude materials and improvisations. Since the children were studying the Renaissance, the fair's theme this year was a natural.
"Thank you . . . you've been wonderful!"
"Looks like we'll make it, Miss Fenton." One of the departing parents said.
"Good night. See you day after tomorrow."
"If that damned board doesn't appreciate this. . . there's going to be hell to pay."
The sounds of cars starting and doors slamming and laughing and talking of leave taking came to Valerie as she leaned wearily against the porch supports. They had been wonderful. Most of the kids parents were interested in the school and had rallied marvelously when they realized the real danger the school was in. No town school had that kind of support. It was only another evidence of the uniqueness of Rio Sur.
She was so tired she could hardly stand but there was the warm glow of satisfaction from the work that had been freely given when she asked for it. There was kindness and cooperation left in the world. After the humiliations and horror starting with Bobby and Jennifer, it was wonderful to feel some sense and stability. Her own transgression was dimming now and perhaps one day she could even forgive herself.
"Come on . . . I'll help you close up, Valerie." Mike turned from the departing cars as their lights turned into the highway and leaped up on the porch to fling an arm around Valerie's tired shoulders. He bent his head to her blonde one as he swung her into the deserted school room.
"You've been wonderful, Mike. I couldn't have made it without you. I'm so grateful."
"Thought you would be . . . I . . . ah . . ." Mike pulled her roughly into his arms inside the door, his hand hitting the light switch smoothly, mouth poised just above Valerie's so that his words were almost printed against her lips. He felt her stiffen rigidly and the surprise of his sudden attack suck her breath inward sharply. She was going to play little miss nice girl. They all did that at first. This one was going to be real fun to wrestle to the begging position. The way she watched him when she thought he wasn't looking had told him a lot more about Valerie Fenton than her brisk manner since he'd been at Rio Sur. Poor girl was starving for a good fuck. Anybody could see that.
Crane had made it clear he could just about do what he wanted. Mike had been surprised when Crane had called him in and offered to put him back on the payroll. That last superintendent had gotten pretty sticky when the parents of that Handley kid had complained about Mike's just feeling the kid up a little. The super had finally fired him and Mike had had to go back to driving a cab for a while . . . but the pay wasn't as good considering the hours and the access to available and easy pussy wasn't nearly as good. Crane never turned a hair though about his predecessors reasons for firing Mike that were clearly stated on his personnel records. Hired Mike on the spot and sent him to Rio Sur the next morning. Mike wasn't too sure what Crane was after but he sure wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth.
"Mike! Let me go!"
"Take it easy, baby," Mike muttered, his arms tightening and his hands finding Valerie's wrists to wrench behind her while his mouth came down hard and hot against her soft, suddenly fearfully quivering lips. Jesus! The soft contours of the willowy curved girl in the tight jeans and open shirt were mashed deliciously onto Mike's eager hardness and he held her fiercely.
Valerie twisted her wrists against the clenched vice of Mike's hand and tried to wrench her mouth away from the tongue that was probing inside her mouth in a small mock fucking fashion but his other hand held her head close to the skull by her long flaxen hair, forcing her mouth to accept his sudden brutal onslaught. No! It was too much! Just when she'd thought she'd misjudged him, he reverted to the lusting male animal behavior of Bobby and Bruce Landers and all the other men. They thought about only one thing and they also would resort to any devious means to achieve their objective. A low muffled moan escaped Valerie's fiercely held mouth as she struggled to get out of his grasp. There was no good in men, she thought wildly. Her mother and her aunts had been right. She had disbelieved them for so long but every year of her lonely existence only confirmed their experiences that they had tried to pass on to her.
Despair descended on her as thick as the darkness that had fallen over them when Mike had snapped the light switch, for she felt the same betraying tingling along her nerves as that fateful afternoon with Bruce. It couldn't be . . . Oh God . . . not again. She couldn't allow her body to conquer her mind again! She had to resist! She had to . . ."
She groaned, but it was not a groan of sex or passion; the sound escaped from the very depths of her tortured soul. It signaled defeat, but Mike McIlhenny heard and misinterpreted. He thought she had groaned in pleasure.
"Take it easy, Baby . . . There's plenty of time," he croaked, as he shoved her back on a bench and began kissing her neck, his tongue laying her, moistly, now poking into her ear, the tip running around the edges, giving her the shivers.
"You're a delectable piece," he hissed down at her on the bench, her thighs tightly clenched dreading his touch now and terrified of her own reactions.
His hand roamed down across her flat belly, on down the outside of a thigh then back up the smooth, warm cloth covered flesh to the juncture of her trembling thighs, pulling the zipper of her jeans down to expose her to his lustful gaze, as his hand snaked inside the opening and down in her panties to her soft, silky pubic hair. He grinned and used a finger, smoothly, inserting it into the thinly quivering crease at the top of her now helplessly trembling vaginal slit, and moving in to find the tiny, enshrined button of her clitoris, rubbing at it teasingly to excite the vibrant sensations of wanton sexuality he knew resided down there in every woman regardless of how haughty she might appear to be.
Valerie cringed, inwardly, with each touch, her mind wrestling desperately with principles and value judgments, trying to rationalize for herself the what and why of what she was doing. She found no additional answers.
"Oh, please . . . Mike. Don't!" she moaned as she felt his strong hands force her thighs apart and his fingers pulling and tugging at the jeans and the thin band of nylon protectively covering her defensively cringing cuntal lips.
He smiled evilly then, twisting his hand into the crotchband of her panties, he gave a heavy yank, tearing them away from her along with her paint stained jeans, the material ripping asunder, leaving her loins tremblingly naked and defenseless against the coolness of the schoolroom bench.
"No! Oh, no!" she cried, clamping her legs tight together, a hand going, instinctively, down to cover her shame.
"Open your legs . . . Bitch!" he grunted. "I don't want to get rough with you . . . But if I have to, I will!"
"Leave me alone!" she flashed. "I-I just . . . can't . . .!"
"You want your job, baby? Or do I tell old Crane how you tried to seduce me . . . and some of the kids?"
"You . . . wouldn't . . . ? !" She was aghast, visions of herself . . . a public accusation!
"Try me!" the sadistic athlete chuckled. "Now, do you get those legs open or not?"
Defeat, disgust and fear mingled in her, and she relaxed the muscles of her thighs, allowing the tanned, curving columns to splay out slightly, revealing the thin pink slit, glistening hotly there in the moonlight, a golden ring of sparse, blonde hair lining the soft femaleness where the inner lips protruded, slightly, like a tiny, nether tongue peeping out.
Then it began!
She felt his finger moving on her . . . moving, as it traced the thin, pink furrow of her softly naked cunt, and she squirmed and shivered with abhorrence at the lewdness of his tracing finger; then, there was a moment of strange masochistic warmth, of a pruriently??? delicious agitation she could not explain, as he wormed the finger deeper and deeper up inside her warm, moistly tremulant??? vaginal passage.
In her helplessness, something was happening to her, and Valerie could not explain it to herself. The spreading warmth in her belly, the tingling awareness and the heightened sensations seeming to center there where he fingered her signaling pleasure . . . forbidden pleasure!
Oh, God! That feeling! His finger is driving me crazy!
Valerie moaned in an agony of emotional conflict and an, as yet, unrecognized sensual desire, her nerve endings alive with the shimmering electric shock of it along the flesh of her thighs, her loins surgingly responding to him, but not wanting to respond . . . not wanting it to happen.
Squirming her buttocks down into the hard school bench, she sought to escape the tantalizingly worming finger, her moan changing to a helpless mewling whimper as his fingers taunted the tight sensitive little cuntal mouth, gently thrusting into it several times, then parting the softly curling pubic hair to make a sudden electrifying contact with the tiny, pulsing head of her erect clitoris. She felt the moisture seeping from her in the unwanted and forbidden sexual excitation that had now filled her whole being and she clenched her teeth to hold back a rising groan of pleasure. She would not succumb to the salacious feelings building within her!
No! Good Lord, no! It's wrong! So terribly wrong! I'm selling myself . . . God! Oh, Dear God! I don't know what to do! Help me!
Then, suddenly, she did know!
She couldn't let this virile male body do these things to her! What kind of addle-pated thinking had she been doing. Forcefully, she thrust her hands against his chest as she writhed and kicked, attempting to push him away from her.
"No! Stop it! God damn you!" she snarled up at him. "Get off of me!"
Her sudden change of mind and the force of her attack caught Mike by surprise, but he was not startled enough to release her, let her escape him. He caught both her wrists in his steely-fingered grasp; his weight on her pinning her to the bench beneath him.
"You bitch!" he grated at her, forcing his hip and leg between her thighs, wedging them open, while his finger went on plundering the moist readiness of her gently clasping vagina. "You're going to get fucked, Baby . . . but nobody can ever say you were raped; because you'll be climbing the walls wanting it . . . begging me for it! So, relax . . . and cooperate!" he rasped down at her, his lewd smile twisted and cold on his face.
"No! Never!" she shrilled. "I'll never beg . . . for that!"
"We'll see!"
Then, slowly, Valerie stopped struggling and she relaxed, the insane horror of her helpless, completely defenseless situation sinking into her frantic brain. God! She was trapped! She could only half lie there and allow this young, cold-hearted man to do his will with her . . . let his hands roam at will over her helpless body, taking any and all indecently lewd liberties with her that he pleased and then . . . when he was ready . . . he would take her sexually . . . violate her warm, young body and squirt his heated male sperm deep into her unwanting belly. Maybe even make her pregnant and if so-she would never know who had done it, he or the equally horrible Bruce Landers. There was nothing she could do now to stop him . . . and either way she was on the losing end. She was damned if she did and damned if she didn't. Now, the real irony was revealed to her. She was being used like she was nothing more than a whore!
The tears of her humiliation flowed down her cheeks; the revulsion in her for her own bodily reactions catching in her throat, as she found that the tantalizingly cruel play of his fingers on her genitals brought uncontrollable responses in the aroused wetness of the now openly seeping female slit between her legs.
His voice was low and tantalizing in her ear, his breath hot. against her, "Starting to feel good . . . isn't it . . . ?" he teased.
Rolling her head aside, trying to twist her face away from him, the words caught in her throat; she couldn't speak, the sensual shock of his maddening fingers massaging her quivering clitoris causing her to work her writhing buttocks down hard to escape the frenzied, nerve-shocking sensations that coursed through her soft, vibrating pussy.
"Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh!" she whimpered, involuntarily, as he continued his lewdly teasing fingering of her abused clitoris.
Mike moved his powerful body up over her, freeing her wrists from his strong-fingered grasp and bringing his hand up to her head he grabbed a handful of her long blonde hair. He drew her head to him and kissed her wetly, his tongue sliding deep into her mouth as his finger began to massage her nakedly open cunt once more.
"I'm going to make you naked all over now, baby," he grunted. "And you're going to cooperate!"
She knew, dully, that she would; at this point, she could do nothing to keep him from using her helpless body as he willed.
Valerie felt him raise her arms. She closed her eyes, not wanting to think about what she was doing, mindlessly helping him with the proper movements, wriggling her shoulders, raising and lowering as he removed her shirt and then she felt his hands behind her, once more, as he unfastened her bra, and the cool air rushed over her full, throbbing breasts, the hard, distended nipples pointing like spikes into the palms of his hands. He gasped as his fingers enclosed the warm, vibrant flesh, hotly, kneading, squeezing and rolling the sensitive nipples, painfully, between thumb and forefinger, until finally his hot, wet mouth was on her, taking one of the hardened buds, aureola as well, between his lips, his tongue licking, lips sucking the nipple, maddeningly. Transferring, then, to the other breast, he paid it similar homage, his long, wet tongue trailing, finally, down through the narrow cleft that separated them, and her stomach muscles tightened, tensely, as he slithered down her, his tongue dipping moistly, into her navel, teasing it while his hands kept up their constant kneading of her aching breasts.
Now, she could feel his hands as they left her breasts, moving down along her ribs to her waist, sliding down over the smoothly rounded curves of her hips and the outside of her legs to her knees, then back up the insides of her smooth, warm thighs, spreading them, exposing her naked loins to him, completely, his breath rasping in his throat as his hand again plundered her tight, almost virginal cuntal lips. She kept her eyes closed tight as he raised from her where she sprawled naked on the bench and she could hear the whisper of cloth and zipper, and she knew that he was undressing himself.
Oh, God! I can't look!
"You'll have to face it, Baby . . . so you might as well open those gorgeous eyes of yours," he insisted. She recognized the truth in what he said. She did have to face up to it, now that she was so deeply involved. Slowly, reluctantly, she unclenched her tightly closed eyes. She gasped, aloud.
She saw him naked, kneeling now between her legs, his face twisted into a distorted lewd grin. Involuntarily, her eyes swept down his muscular body with its strong flatness of belly to his thick, hardened penis standing out obscenely below. Her eyes widened, disbelieving what she saw. For a man of even his stature, his manhood stood out from him huge and thick, and while his salacious smile twisted his face, horribly, she saw his hand caressing the oversized rod of hardened flesh, stroking gently back and forth. The foreskin slipped easily over the blood-engorged head and with each stroke it jerked obscenely in his hand.
"It's so big!"
"Your boy friends got anything to match this . . . ?" he chortled.
Valerie continued to stare at him in miserable humiliation, the degradation of the sight of her own naked, obscenely spread body filling her with shame, and again, she was aware of the helplessness, the utter aloneness with which she faced her moment of truth embodied in this lusting, blackmailing brute.
For surely he was a madman! Her racing brain had concluded that he was actually enjoying his almost brutal debauchment of her, the cruel gleam in his cat eyes as she watched the misery he was subjecting her to, was the gleam of a mentally deranged mind . . . the mind of a sadist!
Even as she stared, and because of her helplessness, faint tinglings of unwanted desire surged into her loins, the summer lightnings played there, discharging feelings of wanton depravity along the sensitive nerve endings; nevertheless a new sense of horror arose in her as she watched him on his knees before her lewdly stroking himself. Her eyes fixed upon the lust-filled cock he held in his hand with utter disbelief and loathing. Its sheer size terrorized her. Oh God! It would split her in two! How could she ever take that . . . inside her?
Mike saw her fixed stare. "Like it?" he leered. "Just wait until you get this in that tight little cunt!" he continued, tormenting her and watching the expression of horror and fear that contorted her beautiful face. "You'll know you've really been fucked, then!"
Again tears welled up in her eyes, overflowing the brims and dribbling, unnoticed, down her cheeks, as she realized that this beast of a man would show her no mercy. She hardly noticed his filthy language, anymore; her mind was too busy with the hopelessness of her position and the horrifying realization of knowing there was no escape from the ravishment he was going to inflict on her helpless young body. This sex-crazed satyr was going to completely ravish her defenseless genitals! There was nowhere to turn . . . she had never felt so alone. She was completely at his mercy.
Leaning forward, suddenly, he dropped the full weight of his body upon her, knocking the breath from her lungs, momentarily, the long, hard thickness of his penis pulsating against the soft flesh of her belly, his brazenly searching hands once more squeezing the smoothly mounded fullness of her breasts, savagely, causing her to whimper in pain beneath him while his mouth sought hers, avidly, his tongue stabbing deep into her throat, as animal noises of his lust came from deep in his chest.
After long moments, he raised his head. "God! You're luscious! But . . . you're not reacting! Before I'm through with you . . . you'll be flipping!" he bragged.
Too late, she realized his meaning, as he slithered down her body, sliding down until his head was just inches above the juncture of her thighs. The thought of what he was about to do to her caused Valerie to recoil in repugnance.
"Please . . . I . . . I've never . . ." she pleaded, but he had already placed the palms of his hands against the soft flesh of her inner thighs and was spreading them far, far apart; her efforts to keep him from opening them were futile. She whined in her throat as she looked down between the twin mounds of her breasts to the golden triangle where she could see the top of his reddish head, his face distorted in passion as it poised in space over her softly palpitating cunt.
"Oh, My God, no!" she moaned, a swift feeling of guilt stabbing at her.
There, between her legs, kneeling, his hands pressing apart the soft, warm columns of her smooth, tanned thighs, Mike McIlhenny gazed down, hungrily, at the thin, pink furrow of her womanhood, ringed with soft, golden hair. The fleshy little outer petals peeked out like two tiny tongues, viscous droplets of clear moisture clinging to them, delicately. As she lay there in terror beneath him, her eyes were pleading with him not to debase her further; her humiliation complete as she watched, petrified as his hands moved up, and she felt him place his thumbs against the fearfully trembling lips of her cunt, part the softly curling strands of pubic hair and draw them slowly apart, exposing her innermost, cunt walls to his salaciously aroused gaze.
Valerie felt the heat of his breath on the sensitive coral flesh, and she moaned aloud in agonized shame, as still watching, and unable to tear her eyes away, she saw him drop his head to her loins and felt the moist length of his tongue slide snakelike up into her defenseless quivering vagina.
Tremulously, her body responded, instinctively, twitching with convulsive determination to escape the unnatural outrage he was perpetrating against her defenseless pussy; her hips ground down and back as a morass of revulsion welled up in her for the creature who was using his tongue on her while he went on and on, his oral member moving in and out of her, furiously.
She groaned. How debased . . . how humiliated and tortured she was. It isn't possible! This couldn't be happening to her! The thoughts tumbled around and around, spinning through her mind, but it was there . . . she couldn't deny the reality of it! Her teaching assistant, Mike McIlhenny's tongue was there racing up into her unreceptive, yet rapidly stimulating cunt.
"Oh, God, Mike, Stop! Please . . . stop?" she begged in her shame as unwanted sensations of forbidden pleasure began to course through her whole body from his depraved, animal-like stimulation of her moist, quaking vaginal furrow. She fought desperately to keep her mind from acknowledging the wild, sensual twinges of sexual insanity racing maddeningly through her, stabbing at her loins with explosive power and subverting her body to this man's lewd, salacious will. She knew now that she was betrayed. In spite of her revulsion, her own body had turned against her!
Then, she saw his eyes, staring up at her over the golden-haired triangle of her loins, watching her, sadistically while his mouth and tongue labored at the widespread slit between her legs with wet, obscene sucking sounds and she knew, somehow, that he was waiting for her final unconditional surrender.
I can't! I won't give in to him! OOOOooooh! What's happening to me . . .? I can't think straight! Those feelings down there between my legs . . . they're driving me crazy!
Mike's cat eyes remained fixed on her lovely, contorted face, his tongue still thrusting, unceasingly, into her wild, searingly hot vagina. Tears came, once more, to her eyes, and he watched with ruthless satisfaction as she fought her losing battle with him . . . with herself.
Fight it, Baby! Fight! Fight it, hard . . . because when you give up fighting . . . anything goes . . . because you'll be all mine . . . mine to do with as I damn well please!
Suddenly, his lips probed until he found the erect, pulsing shaft of her miniature phallus-like clitoris. He heard her whimper of agonized pleasure as he took the tiny, trembling bud between his teeth, and holding it firmly ran his tongue around and around it, finally coming to the sensitive button where he laved and massaged it with the wetly flicking tip; presently, he felt the involuntary jerk of her loins as they began to grind up at him in uncontrollable rhythmic counterpoint to his abusive tongue. Now, her head began to flail from side to side, the sensations so intense that she could but agonize and he heard new mewls and whimpers of pleasure from her coming from deep in her chest; he reached under and drew her legs up, sliding his arms under them so that her legs draped over his shoulders and his hands went beneath her quivering, half-moon buttocks to pull them up, cruelly, to him.
Her cries of involuntary pleasure filled the schoolroom as he shoved his agile tongue deep into the searingly moist depths of her wildly clasping cunt. Suddenly, her hands reached out to him, as she lost the desperate battle with herself, and her fingers entangled themselves in the red thatch of his head and pulled his face tight into her steaming crotch.
She was his! She belonged to him, now! He was the absolute master, and she was his to destroy.
to fuck . . . to do with as he chose. She was lost beyond all recall.
God! It was worth it! She's a luscious piece! I could fuck her all night!
In spite of her resolve, Valerie's body had finally betrayed her and was now in complete command. She could only obey the lewdly demanding sensations of her slowly grinding loins. Her buttocks jerked and spasmed, moving in tiny, hesitant circles upward to the plunging tongue as she pulled steadily on his hair, and lightning bolts struck at her love-starved loins when she felt his tongue flick from her vagina downward toward the hidden, tiny nether ring of her anus. She wanted to scream, but it was subverted into a moan of sensual pleasure as his hot, wet tongue flicked at the tiny sensitive opening. It was only a momentary digression from his goal; in the next few moments his tongue was back at work in the "V" of her loins. She cried out deeply from the unplumbed depths of her soul for the fulfillment that had been denied her so long. Her decision had been made. She could no longer resist; it was useless to do so.
"Mike! Love me! Love me, Now!" she moaned.
The sadistically sex-crazed playground supervisor could not contain his savage elation. She was broken to his will, beginning to ask for it . . . not the way he wanted her to, but she was asking him, nevertheless. In a few moments he was going to shove his big aching cock in her tight little cunt
and fuck her until she couldn't walk! God! His load was building in his balls . . . and he could hardly wait to shoot his hot sperm into that tight, unstretched little pussy.
He jerked his head free of her insistent hands in his hair, raised his head and looked at her with that crazy twisted smile.
"You're hot enough to tuck now, Baby!" he rasped.
Valerie felt as though she couldn't move . . . as though she didn't want to move; all there was in the world was this! Her eyes locked on his long, thick cock and she knew she had to have it grinding around inside her or she would go completely insane.
Dear God! Don't let me do it! I must be going crazy . . . I feel like I actually want him to . . . k-keep on going . . . put that huge, hard thing of his up in me . . . and . . . and . . .! No! It's not possible! I can't! It's wrong! . . .But, Dear Lord . . . I can't stand this torture . . . much longer!
Mike pushed her down on their pile of clothing on the wooden floor. "O.K., Baby, take my cock and put it in that hot little cunt of yours!" he ordered.
"No, God! No! I can't! Don't make me do that!"
Yet, against her will, her hand slid between them, reaching for his monstrous red-cowled rod of hardened maleness, her hand pausing only an inch from it; she could not bring herself to this final degradation.
"Do as I say . . . you bitch!" he snarled. "Put it in for me . . . now!"
"OOoooh, God!"
Reaching the final inch, her hand encircled his thick, lust-inflated cock, feeling for the first time the truly enormous size of him, using the smooth bulbous head to part the golden, hair-lined lips of her moistly ready cunt, her brain shocked, reeling with both fear and anticipation.
He flicked his hips slightly and the head forced its way into the tight elastic opening, stretching it, cruelly, and Valerie was sure that the great breadth of it would tear her asunder as the softly resilient flesh was stretched more and more with the almost unbearable pressure he exerted.
The pain was more than she could stand. She screamed.
"OOOooooh, God! You're ripping me . . .! I can't stand it! . . . Please, Oh please, don't . . .?" Her pain tortured eyes pleaded with him for mercy, but through her tears she saw the evil, sadistic leer twisting his face that told her there would be no mercy. His pleasure was evident as he grimaced, the cruel light in his eyes telling her that for him it was sheer delight to see her suffer, while he, brutally, continued his inexorable impalement of her buffeted young cunt.
Inch by inch, his massive cock bored into her painfully resisting vaginal sheath until suddenly, he grunted and thrust with all his strength sending the rock-hard shaft plunging up into her tightly resisting passage with the force of a primeval boar.
She screamed with the excruciating pain of it.
"AAAAAaaaaggggh! You'll kill me . . . with that!"
The thick, lust-inflated prick raced full-length into the coral softness of her vaginal passage pushing the warm walls of futilely resisting flesh before it until she felt his heavy sperm-laden balls smack heavily against the smooth, white cheeks of her naked upturned buttocks.
He lay still, for a moment, atop her, breathing hard, the air raspy in his throat; then, he grunted and expanded his cock buried deep in her, flexing it, muscularly, inside the tightness of her soft, fleshy sheath, moving it into her cunt another fraction of an inch deeper.
Valerie groaned. He continued, repeating the expanding action with the thickness of his cock several times, each time eliciting tearful groans of agony and shame from deep in her throat. Surprisingly, then, slowly, the painfully stretched passage began to adjust, to accommodate the great length and breadth of the throbbing cock deep up inside her moistened cunt walls. Her grunts of pain became fewer as he began a slow grinding motion of his pelvis, insinuating his genitals even more tightly up between her open thighs, expanding and stretching the soft resilient walls of her cunt until her whimpers of pain became mewls of forbidden pleasure that she could no longer control. She was on fire. Unbidden, her loins began to move under him, counterpointing and answering his lewd revolving, grinding motions.
She was ready to beg, he grinned triumphantly to himself. Levering himself up on his arms, above her, he withdrew his massive prick from her until only the head of it remained clasped between the fleshy wide-split folds of her sparsely hair-lined young cunt.
"Now, Baby! Beg for it! Beg me to fuck you!"
"No! Please noooo! Haven't you done enough to me . . . already! Do you . . . have to . . . keep on . . . humiliating me?" she whimpered, legs wideheld beneath him.
"Beg! God damn it! Beg! You know the words!" he roared, expanding the blood-engorged head, once more, just inside, against the sensitive walls of her vagina.
Valerie mewled in ecstasy. She couldn't help it. Every fiber of her being rejected it, but suddenly she was saying it . . . spewing out like a gutter whore those awful words she thought she would never say.
"Ooh, Yes, God! I . . . I want it! F-Fuck me! YYes! Please . . . fuck me?" she begged, rasping the words out between tightly clenched jaws, realizing that now nothing was left to her. There was no pride . . . no morals; all there was in the world was sensation . . . the feel of his hugely pulsating cock buried deep in her sensate cunt.
"Where do you want me to fuck you?" he teased with a mocking grin.
"In my c-cunt!" It was easier now and she groaned out the lewd words out with desperate conviction.
"With what? God damn it! With what?"
"Oh God, with your cock . . . with your big hard cock!" she moaned piteously beneath him.
Mike rocked above her thrusting in and out of her with short, smooth strokes, her body reacting of its own volition, her fight against the lewd, sensual sensation in her loins already lost on the field of dishonor and ravishment. She had no further will to struggle; she only wanted to surrender, unconditionally, to the wanton desires of her flesh, and the thought of her surrender brought further excitement to her, the summer heat lightning jumping from nerve to nerve and grounding in the close, wet tightness where Mike's cock had begun to thrust longer and faster into the love-starved pussy that had, for so long, been a barrier to her sexual fulfillment.
Valerie felt her whole body responding to the increased speed and depth of his stroking into her. She squirmed and writhed beneath him, as he dropped his lust-distorted mouth to hers and she thrust her tongue deep into his throat to be sucked. She moaned, incessantly, up into his face, her passion-fired mind willing, now, to accept anything. She began to grind her naked loins up to him in tempo with his heavily driving cock, her lovely Grace Kelly face contorted with desire, her eyes glazed, nostrils flaring and her breath coming in a jerky panting rhythm of the age-old dance of animal coupling.
Never in her life had Valerie believed that such rapture existed. Never had she expected that from the licking and sucking of her cunt to this moment. with his cock moving deep in her belly, filling her completely, that she would want anything so much. It was marvelous . . . magnificent!
Now, she found as she moved with him, sliding her cunt hesitantly at first up and down his thick shaft, that the intensity of her sensations became more delicious and unbearable. She had almost forgotten that lying beneath a man, his cock in her cunt, being fucked against her will . . . being raped, as it were . . . could possibly be so pleasurable; likewise, she didn't remember that she would want to give pleasure in return. That's what she wanted. She was being given this wonderful thing . . . against her will, but now . . . now she wanted to give of herself in return.
Oh, God! It's wonderful! Don't ever let it stop! I want this marvelous cock fucking me in my cunt . . . forever!
He reached down with a hand, moving it over her now hungrily gyrating buttocks to the defenseless, puckered nether ring of her anus. Momentarily soaking a finger in the viscous moisture that seeped from the well-filled coral passage above he circled the tiny hole before placing the tip of it against the rubbery softness of her back passage. He felt her sharp intake of breath, the shock of it in her body as he pushed slightly against the elastic tightness of the warm, puckered opening.
"Now, you're going to get it, Baby' I'm going to shove my finger up your ass . . . as far as I can shove it!" he gloated.
This was it! His words were a further excitant to her already inflamed passion, and wantonly, insanely she wanted it . . . she wanted to be hurt . . . to hurt until she screamed.
"Yes, Oh, yesss! I want it! I want your finger in my asshole . . . Oh God, I want you in me everywhere!" she strangled, delirious rapture overcoming her violently writhing nakedness.
He pushed hard! His finger surged into her all the way to the palm of his hands. She screamed as the finger wormed in past the tiny resisting elastic muscle, deep up into the rubbery sponginess of her warm unused rectum. Never had she felt the agony of such pleasure-pain in her whole life, even as unbelievable sweet rapture filled her loins, she adjusted to the painful presence in her anus and tried to skewer herself back on to the sadistically torturing middle finger, at the same time, she strained her vaginal muscles to suck his monstrously huge cock completely up into her hotly slaving cunt.
Now, he thrust into her with increased speed, feeling the bulge in the separating tissues between her pussy and rectum while she writhed wildly, uncontrollably beneath him, grinding up and down his cock with mounting fury, her legs jerking, toes curling, buttocks moving her finger-filled anal passage against his finger in abject subjugation to the double ravishment of her loins. Then, grunting heavily, he began to pound into her, yanking his fingers from her anus with a slight hissing pop, using both hands to press her knees back against her breasts, mashing them, exposing the whole of her naked and defenseless crotch to his merciless attack.
Her lovely face contorted with passion. She felt it coming to her, and she began to chant up into his face.
"Oh, oh, ooooohh! Fuck me, hard! Harder!"
He slaved away, thrusting and plunging, wildly, his jackhammer strokes into her becoming ever more and more forceful.
Damn! I've never known a woman . . . who could take my whole cock in her like this! Christ! She's a tiger!
And then, it was there for her!
She tossed her head, wildly, her body convulsing in wave after wave of muscular contraction that brought her to the heights where brilliant, multicolored stars, planets and shooting comets cavorted; there she was one with the stars, her spirit soaring free for ages, the moment of time expanded for her; then she stopped and fell through limitless space.
As in a dream she heard herself when she had been transported, rocketing into sensual space, her voice unreal in her ears.
Mike, pounding into her from above felt the great tremors in her body and knew that she was in orgasm, even as his own began deep up inside him, behind his great cock, in his balls, hosing through him in great spurts from the lust-inflated head of his wildly jerking penis, the hot, white, viscous semen jetting far up into the dark, moist confines of her hungrily clasping cunt.
"God! Oh, God! Valerie, Baby! I'm there . . . right with you! Damn! It's pumping me dry! Oh, God . . . what a gorgeous cunt!" he groaned and collapsed on top of her, his penis still jerking deep up inside her sperm flooded belly.
They lay for long minutes. Time receded for Valerie into the shrouding mists of sensuality as she lay under the big red haired young man, her brain mercifully suspended and shut off. The incredible peace and fulfillment permeated every cell of her flesh and she was content to only feel, to be, without reason, logic, morals, values or convictions, unidentified, amoebic, merely an animal responding instinctively in the long chain of evolution.
Chapter Five
Taylor Crane put the phone back in its cradle gently. His hand was shaking from the effort to restrain himself from slamming it down in Mrs. Potter's ear. The rumors were all over town now, each one more exaggerated than the last. That damn Valerie Fenton had gotten the whole town in an uproar over Rio Sur. Even the paper had come out with a pointed article . . . clearly, the bitch had everyone on her side. She'd gotten to a lot of parents already.
That McIlhenny guy must be dense as hell. Taylor got up wearily, popped a couple of aspirin in his mouth from the bottle in his desk and gathered his briefcase. Surely that smart ass McIlhenny had read his meaning. Should have gotten to that Fenton bitch by now. But, maybe not. Maybe you had to spell it out for him. Taylor hadn't thought it would be necessary after looking over his personnel folder. Christ! The stud couldn't keep his hands off teachers or girl students. The folder was studded with complaints which is why Crane thought he was probably the perfect choice to soften Valerie Fenton up. Hell! You want anything done these days you had to do it yourself.
Driving up the winding road high above the Pacific, Taylor Crane acknowledged to himself that it wasn't just the necessity of getting Valerie Fenton into a teaching slot in one of the town schools that prompted his decision to see her tonight. While trying to plot strategy in his head, the thought of that. luscious Scandinavian goddess was fusing his cock into a painfully imprisoned cannon in his pants.
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Valerie finally got out of the shower, her body tingling from the needle sharp spray of hot water. She couldn't seem to take enough baths these days. Blotting her tanned nakedness with a huge fluffy towel, she thought about the guilt that she tried by multiple bathing to wash away. At least the psychologists would see it that way. First Bruce Landers and then Mike McIlhenny. Something had snapped inside her. It was as though all her careful New England upbringing had held the dam of her own awareness all these years; once that dam was broken, the flood of her repressed sexuality had come pouring out in a torrent. How else could she explain to herself her outrageous behavior with two different men in the space of a few days. It was horrifying simply because it was such a complete reversal of her whole self.
Dropping the towel she looked at her mirrored flesh with loathing and suspicion. The high full breasts, patched with white skin over the very ends where her bikini had stopped the sun. Another strip of white flesh showed just above her golden pubic hair where the tiny bikini pants had shielded her. The rest of her long curving body was golden tanned, sleek and voluptuous. Even the sight of her own body could arouse her now. Tentatively, she reached out a hand to weigh her own ripe heavy breast and felt an answering twinge in her golden haired pussy. Oh God! It was wrong, terribly, hideously wrong! With a little cry of humiliation, Valerie whirled and threw on a thick terrycloth robe to cover her own arousing nakedness.
The door chime echoed through the little cottage in a querulous two toned scale. Valerie jerked the pins from her top-knotted hair and pulled her robe high around her throat. She padded quickly across the carpet and opened the door a cautious crack.
"Yes?"
Taylor Crane looked down his nose at her imperiously and stepped in without a word. "Oh
Dr. Crane . . . I . . . excuse me . . I wasn't expecting anyone.. ."
"Obviously." His eyes swept over her from bare feet to flowing blonde hair that hung in long pale strands down her back. The thick bulky terrycloth robe had the odd effect of making her look fragile despite her magnificent height and proportions.
"I . . . ah . . . do come in." Valerie felt her heart almost beating out of her breast. What on earth was the superintendent doing here at night? The memory of her ridiculous emotional outburst in his office flushed her cheeks.
"I'll just get some clothes on," she murmured in confusion. "Perhaps some coffee? I'll make some."
"Don't bother. This won't take long. Sorry to have disturbed you at home but I think it's time we had a . . . serious talk." The tall man sat in the middle of Valerie's couch as though he were occupying a throne. He watched her like a beast of prey who had spotted his quarry and could afford to wait and play with it a bit. Her robe, thick as it was, could not hide the beautiful young curves underneath it. Valerie was perched precariously on the edge of a chair, poised as if for flight, one long slender golden thigh revealed where the robe parted. The long blonde hair curled in damp tendrils around her beautiful concerned face.
"I told you before that perhaps we should see each other in more social circumstances. Glad you were home tonight." Valerie nodded dumbly, too afraid to speak, for Crane's eyes were pouring over her again in a more than familiar way. She felt an isolated muscle quiver in her belly and her throat was dry.
"Would you happen to have a drink in the house?"
"Oh . . . yes . . . forgive me for not suggesting it. Is gin all right?"
"Fine."
When they were back in the living room with martinis on the rocks, Valerie curled up at one end of the couch, clutching her glass as though it were a life raft. Taylor Crane looked very different to her. A sport shirt open at the neck and casual slacks revealed the lines of his tall powerful body. He looked younger but not less formidable. She waited for him to begin the conversation, wondering why she was both afraid of him and attracted to him. He was trying to ruin her career so how could she possibly be attracted to him? Perhaps the very strangeness of the man, his remoteness, his coldness . . . and then there were those abrupt shifts to frankly sexual stares.
She watched him take a long pull at his drink as he glanced at her bookshelves. The gin felt like a warm helping hand in her stomach, the glow spreading through her in little fingers of heat.
"Valerie," Crane said, sitting down beside her abruptly on the couch. "I know how you feel about Rio Sur but I'm prepared to offer you something very attractive to take its place." His voice was ominously silky.
"It's a good school, Mr. Crane, in spite of what you think."
"Taylor, please. We're talking as friends now, Valerie." His hand came out casually and caught a strand of fine blonde hair. He toyed with it.
"You look more womanly with your hair down."
Valerie looked at the carpet, not daring to meet his eyes. "You . . . you were saying you had something to offer me." Under the thick robe she was suddenly very conscious of her nakedness, When she should have been worrying about protecting the school and trying to persuade him to her point of view, she was beginning to feel her own newly freed awareness. It was crazy. How could she hold onto her own sanity if this continued! Bruce had unleashed something in her, she realized, that must have been straining for a long time to come out. Was she really like this underneath . . . ? Was this the true Valerie Fenton coming out . . . a sensual minded slut? Oh God! Valerie took another long drink hoping the alcohol would somehow give her back the courage of her convictions.
"Yes . . . I'm prepared to offer you a lot of things." His hand strayed down to her knee. "Among them . . . a rather plum job at the Castagna school. The best teaching job in the district . . . you could write your own ticket there, you know. Small classes, ungraded. teacher aides . . ." His voice died to a whisper as his hand traced the length of her terry cloth covered thigh and his eyes were inches from hers, boring into her very soul.
Valerie could no longer avoid his eyes, steel gray, they shot into her, into the soft vulnerable places inside her. She could feel the insinuating hand on her thigh and a warming tingle ran through her nerves. MOVE! her brain ordered. Get up and walk away from this maniac!
"I think you have to give yourself a chance, Valerie. I could do a lot for you if you'd let me, you know," Taylor purred in a husky whisper into her ear. "You're a very beautiful woman . . . but lonely and alone."
Valerie heard his words from a distance, the sounds not translating immediately for his lips were at her ear and his hot breath shot in tiny gusts into the sensitive orifice. The soft sibilant sounds sent relaying shivers through her whole body. She knew dimly that in a matter of seconds he'd have her in the same position she'd been subjected to with Bruce and Mike but her muscles refused to move her away from the exaltations that flashed sensually over the surface of her skin. She found herself breathlessly waiting for his next move when he'd come closer yet.
Suddenly the mouth at her ear was sliding around her cheek and capturing her mouth in a long fiercely deep kiss. She could feel the hardness of his lips and the smooth white teeth behind them grinding into her soft mouth. That long striking tongue shot out into the warmth and wetness of her mouth and probed deep into her, forcing her head back against the couch. Not enough breath came through her straining nostrils and Valerie felt helplessly drowning in the wave of passion that swept through her like a raging tide.
"N0000 . . . N00000 . . .!!!" Something clicked and her brain began to function again when Taylor Crane's big hand snaked inside her robe and caught one fully ripened breast in a cruel squeeze, the brutal fingers digging into the resilient flesh while his tongue fucked relentlessly into her mouth. She must have been mad, completely mad to have let herself get into this position with a man who was her sworn enemy! Almost from that first moment he'd been her enemy. He wanted to take away her school, her children, her freedom, her hopes for a school of her own . . . and she was letting him maul her like a common whore!
Suddenly galvanized into action Valerie leaped from the couch and Taylor Crane's arms. She was shaking with rage and fury, a red sheet of flaming anger in front of her eyes. The anger was outwardly directed at the superintendent but its source came from her own recognition of the stupidity and humiliation she had exhibited before this man who wanted to take her school away and break her.
"Get out . . . get out of here," she screamed. Sudden tears came welling up to choke her and sobs arose from deep inside to shake her in a frenzy of rage.
"I don't want your job . . . your stupid town job . . . I wouldn't have it . . . only the kids suffer . . . education is a business to you . . . and all those other Doctors of Education . . . you don't care what happens to the kids . . . you don't care! . . . you only care about building up your own little empire! . . . well, I won't be a part of it . . . I won't. I'm going to fight . . . I am . . . I ammmmmm!" Valerie sobbed incoherently, backing away from. the tall rising figure that moved threateningly toward her.
Taylor moved toward her deliberately, watching the wide staring eyes that poured tears, the ragged breath sputtering out her mouth, the magnificently formed breasts rising and falling, the shaking hands. Yes, she was a filly worth taming, a bitch who didn't know her own need. He'd have her wanting it. Look at her now, one kiss and she was mewling and crying.
With one swift movement he caught a handful of long blonde hair and yanked her head back while he ripped the robe from her nakedness. "When I get through with you, bitch, no one in the state will hire you for anything! But first, I'm going to have the fun of breaking you in! You're going to beg for it . . . like you've never begged for anything in your life before!"
"Nooo . . . Oh God . . . please . . . just leave. You don't want me . . . pleaseeeee . . . !"
Another hard yank on her hair sent Valerie to her knees before this tall cold man who was going to use her so unmercifully. In horror she looked up from her position on the floor arid saw his flashing eyes grow hard and cold as ice.
"You're quite right, my dear. You have upset my applecart. You've made several wrong moves
and I intend to have my revenge before I throw you out of the system entirely. But first, I'm going to fuck you like you should have been fucked about ten years ago. I'm going to fuck you and you're going to love it . . . you're going to love it so much you're going to grovel . . ." the words came from between Crane's grimly clenched teeth and each word was punctuated by a cruel pull on her long blonde hair that fell around her gilded body like a shroud except where his hand was tangled in its rich depths next to her skull.
"Nooooo . . . please . . . don't . . . Oh God . . ." The words bubbled from the depths of Valerie's heaving chest, the breath coming in jerking fits and starts, the tears streaming on and on down her beautiful face.
"Undo my belt . . . zip my pants down . . ."
Valerie looked up at him stupidly, still weeping and moaning incoherently. One hand went out feebly but she wasn't soon enough for him. A stinging slap across her cheek sent her reeling, but only the short few inches before his hand jerked her by the hair back to her kneeling position in front of his loins.
"Take out my cock, bitch!" he screamed.
Squeamishly she reached out again, afraid he might really do something terrible to her if she didn't obey him instantly. Her shaking hands found the tongue of his belt and released it. Fumbling and shaking and sobbing she somehow found the zipper and pulled it down to reveal a monstrous bulge mounding the front of the school superintendent's white jockey shorts. Valerie's cheek still stung where he'd struck her and she flinched when his other hand came out to bury itself in her hair. His pants slid slowly down long powerful hairy legs.
Toeing his shoes off quickly, Crane kicked the whole bundle, shoes and pants away from him, his eyes never leaving the tear stained subservient face kneeling in front of him, his hands still tightly twisted in the silky lengths of soft hair.
"Skin my shorts down," he commanded. He watched as she reached for his hips, the long golden arms pulling the heavy breasts even more upright and upward thrusting. Oooh God, the sensations of those slender young fingers pulling the shorts down his hips! His cock was jumping like a maddened beast and he could feel his balls growing hard and demanding. Christ! She was as luscious a little bitch as he'd ever encountered!
Valerie gasped as she stretched the knit jockey shorts downward and released the gargantuan length and thickness of Crane's hugely distended prick that bounded out of the cloth jail like an angry charging monster. Oh God! She could never hope to contain such an instrument of torture! It was inhuman! She could see the purple veined mammoth organ poling out just above her face, so strutted with blood that it looked as though it might burst the very smooth satiny skin that encased it. Oh dear God! How did she ever get herself in such a completely hopeless position . . . such a terrible horrifying situation!
Despite her terror she was also fascinated by the giant cock that loomed over her like a blunt ended club that would surely destroy her . . . split her asunder and leave her bleeding to death. It jerked and cleaved the air as though it had a life of its own, as though blindly seeking the hollow of her body with its one cyclops eye that drooled a drop of clear liquid lust just above her eyes.
Taylor looked down at the young teacher, Valerie Fenton, humbled and terrified kneeling at his feet like a slave, divesting him of his shorts and he gloated at her look of sheer horror when his cock sprang out before her like a thick knife. She trembled uncontrollably, her magnificently rounded breasts quivering, the breath rasping out of her lungs. Her soft mouth quaked and swallowed, the lips trembling and the tongue snaking out to lick their fearful dryness. The little pink lingual member was wet and pointed, coming out of her mouth like a lizard's tiny probe. He kicked the shorts off his feet decisively and jerked his shirt off like a mad man. Grabbing her beautiful young face again by the jaws, Crane looked down at her in triumph.
"Now, bitch . . . kiss my cock . . . gently . . . like you like it . . .!"
Valerie's eyes snapped open to terrified saucers, the entire whites showing in circles of surprised horror. He was a maniac, a naked powerful maniac, huge and tall and demanding this perverted act as though she were nothing more than a paid slut!
"Open your mouth, bitch! Kiss my cock . . . lick it . . . or so help me, I'll ram it down your throat!"
Obediently, in abject fear, Valerie opened her lips tentatively. Her eyes fell from his stern and furious face down the length of Taylor's hard muscular body to the tightly curled light brown patch of pubic hair where his cock thrust out in obscene immensity. The great length hung above her like a sword, a huge lance of solid rigid flesh, darkened at the head and pulsing in anticipation. Oh God . . . in her mouth . . . he said to kiss it and lick it . . . as though she were liking it!
Impatiently, Crane jerked her head forward, his fingers twisting brutally in her long cascade of blonde hair, until her soft petaled lips touched the aching eager head of his huge penis. The first contact of Valerie's smooth sensuous lips sent an electric charge sparking through the whole length of his burning cock and he groaned ecstatically. The naked Lady Godiva kneeling before him like a servant, a subject over which he had complete dominion, recoiled slightly with that first touch and then came forward again more willingly when his hands tightened.
His head lowered, so that he could watch the lust-contorted features of her beautiful face, poised there before his loins, and his brain reeled with the mental image of his thick, pulsating cock burrowing in and out of her hungrily ovaled young lips; he was excited beyond all recall now, he had to have her suck him off! He could feel the semen beginning to boil in his testicles, and he knew it wouldn't be long before it would come spewing out of his shaft like a flow of hot molten lava.
"Hurry, hurry!" he commanded. "Suck it, baby, suck it!"
Suddenly, as if in abeyance, Valerie plunged her head forward. Crane felt the incredible, hot moist softness of her lips close over the sensitive head of his cock, felt her firebrand tongue lick obediently in tiny little circles of liquid heat, around and around it, flicking into the thinly pulsing opening, drinking up the lubricating fluid oozing there. His hands in her hair tightened and he thrust his loins forward, driving the length of his massive prick deep into the soft, warm folds of her mouth, feeling it slam against the back of her throat!
"Uuuuuuummmmmmmmmmm!" Valerie choked around the superintendent's hardened rod of flesh.
"Aaggggggghhhhhhhh!" Crane cried in lust crazed passion.
Valerie drew back slightly, so that she was able to taste the moist stickiness of his slowly secreting pre-cum again, twirling her tongue maddeningly faster around the blood-inflated head. He watched her lipstick rimmed lips working on his cock, watched the soft wet skin of her mouth pucker outward and then back in again as she moved her mouth the full length of his rigid hardness. The sight of the beautiful young teacher down on her knees sucking him increased his arousal, and his loins tensed and jerked into her face, all the fleshy expanse disappearing with each hard forward thrust, so that only a small stretch of it showed white and glistening with saliva wetness between her lips.
Her tongue, with a nerve-shattering lick on the outstroke, was like a separate entity, a thing gone wild with lust, making the head jerk and convulse as though it, too, were a thing alive with a mind of its own. For to Valerie's complete amazement, her horror was dissolving in the enchantingly debasing act that her boss was forcing upon her. The pungent taste and masculine odor of the huge ramming cock in her throat and mouth was causing wild shivers of excitement to race through her own naked flesh. The forbidden animalistic debauchery forced upon her helpless body was its own reward and a strange eagerness to participate willingly and well forced her brain to numbed silence while her naked sensual body began a non verbal communion with the great hungry cock protruding like an oversized banana from her widely ovaled lips.
Taylor Crane ran his tongue across his lips and found them to be dry. He felt a tremor course through his loins as he watched the young and previously terrified teacher clamp her lips voluntarily around his hugely distended member and begin to suck rhythmically. She might be young and inexperienced but she learned fast! By God, the bitch was a very quick study! Groaning raggedly through the myriad constrictions in his chest that her hotly swirling young tongue elicited from his rapturously aroused cock, he caught her beautiful face harder between his hands and guided the tightly sucking lips over the long rigid length. He could feel the muscles in her young tender throat working hungrily on the head as she gulped and tried to take the full length of his great bloated shaft down beyond her tonsils.
Almost choking from her too filled mouth, Valerie eased her mouth back down the long thick satin skinned prick that was wet with her saliva and glistened in the light from the lamp.
"Oh God . . . suck it, bitch . . . suck it back deeper in your throat . . . !" she heard Taylor croak above her. His great strong hairy thighs were quivering as he crouched slightly thrusting his hammer hard penis at her face again.
Her head came slowly toward his groin again and suddenly her tongue flicked out, the tip boring teasingly into the thin slit at the end, causing a thin oozing to flow forth and disappear into her eagerly lapping mouth. She ran her tongue along the underside of the rigid pole to lavish her copious saliva all over his scrotum. She smiled as she leaned to her task, for her boss' prick was pulsating wildly now, jerking in frenzy with her newly learned oral manipulations. She had never dreamed that anything so crude and pagan and lurid could taste so deliciously exciting! She wanted to swallow the whole thing if she could, for the taste of the thin oozing liquid in her wet mouth was all male and lust-inciting.
The tears had dried on her cheeks and she had been unaware of their drying up, for the taste of his masculine piquancy, the passionate odor of his genitals was sending wild tremors of delight coursing through her. Mewling deep in her throat, Valerie ravished her warm wet tongue upon the beautiful responsive penis. She brushed and grazed along its base and wide underside to its coroneal ridge, sticky and protruding from the thick foreskin, and then played with it, washing it with caressing, lapping strokes.
Again she returned to the head to slit the tiny hole in the smooth bloated glans with the pointed tip of her tongue. Then she returned to the base, letting her tongue slide over the hair covered sac of his testicles, the wiry hairs tickling her chin and cheeks. As she returned to engorge the hugely swollen rigidity of prick into her warmly enveloping mouth and started to suck, a terrible forbidden thought leaped into her numbed consciousness. She actually wanted that giant pulsating cock to cum in her mouth, to gush his mighty orgasm down her throat to pool in her belly, to swallow the seed, taste his semen and suck him dry to the balls!
Oh God! She was truly depraved! Bruce Landers, with his rape on the beach, had unleashed a fiercely female animal that she had never known existed inside the athletic, prudish, enthusiastic, bookish self that she had been all these years. There was no turning back, no hiding from herself any more that she needed the frankly sexual attentions of a man.
Even this man, who was her enemy, aroused her to heights she never knew existed before. Yes . . . she had to have it, had to have this great strong male organ in her mouth, to suck and tease and cajole until he shot his huge load of hot sperm deeply into her belly!
"Oh Jesus! Valerie . . . baby . . . come up here . . ." Taylor Crane croaked, the sight of her slavering face and bouncing naked breasts and golden haired pussy completely subservient now to his jerking rod suddenly overwhelmingly too much! He bent and pulled her to her feet, the air hitting his saliva slickened cock coolly. Almost whining now, the breath rasping out of his chest in snorts and bellows, Crane bent and scooped the tall young teacher into his arms to deposit her on the couch.
"Suck it again, baby . . . suck it while I eat your pussy . . ." he moaned as he drew her upside down over his naked body so that her mouth had access to his jerking prick straining upward from his hairy loins. Looking upward Taylor spread her long beautiful golden thighs over his face and opened to his view the moist pink slit of her flowing cunt. Oh Christ! It was the tightest smoothest, swollen pink pussy he'd ever seen, the folds opening like lascivious orchid petals beckoning him inward into the very gates of heaven.
With a deeply secret anticipatory grin, Crane ran his hand over the white striped smooth rounded orbs of her ass cheeks and drew the thin fleece fringed mouth toward his face. The golden pubic hair was wet and lay in damp tendrils fringing the softly throbbing lips. With one fierce thrust his tongue plunged full length into the inner hole between the hair ringed edges and he felt the walls of her vagina clutch fiercely at his tongue, clamping around it like a skinning sheath. It was as though he prodded her with a cattle prod and sent a bolt of electricity straight up through her body for he felt her arch and scream an unholy yell as her muscles jerked and ridged to long quivering cords at the invasion of her warm wet pussy.
"AAAGGGHHH . . . 000HHH GGOODD . . . !"
Valerie heard the scream tear from her own mouth as Taylor jabbed deeply into the most secret recess of her body to sear her tender young cunt walls with the hot flame of his tongue. Oh God! She'd never felt anything like it! It was as though a lightning bolt had stabbed into her and her nerves and muscles tensed to the breaking point and still the arcing rapture shot through her!
A smile of triumph flitted across Crane's almost buried face as his tongue wormed hotly upward into the soft hollow and the thin golden curls of her pubic hair ringed his chin like a short silken beard. So . . . he'd been right about the bitch all along. Christ! She was the hottest little piece of tail he'd had in a long time. She wanted it so bad that the first moves had her wailing like a mad woman. God damn! Hot as hell and twice as sweet!
He was kissing her cunt now, while she in turn licked and teased his throbbing penis. How long had he wanted to feel the soft down of a woman's pubic area and smell the excited feminine musk of a desire-ridden pussy as it opened to his mouth, and here, now, with this vibrant, sensual female, he was doing just that! He could feel his lust swollen penis flow along the inner roof of the strange mouth, and a moan began to build deep, deep within his chest.
He breathed hard and blew into her, the cheeks of her ass clenching, then relaxing in front of his excited face. He pried her spread loins wider, pushing his mouth hard against the wetness of her vaginal slit, and she squirmed. He drew her over him deeper, so that her palpitating, soft-rimmed pussy was sunk deep upon his nose and lips, and holding her tight around the buttocks, so that she couldn't slip away, he thrust his thick, wet tongue forward again between the warm fleshy folds. He heard her gasp excitedly and renew her nibbling on his cock with frenzied hungry vacuum motion. She jerked with his hot teasing contact, quickly screwing herself down upon him harder. Her widely exposed young vaginal passage contracted, opening and closing around his tongue like a tight rubber band, until he had a difficult time breathing. His breath exploded into her with tiny, mewling grunts, that muffled themselves into oblivion, and then he spread her still wider with his palms and began to curl and flick his tongue at the nakedly grinding expanse of her milk-white buttocks. He sucked and licked while she swayed her firm smooth ass cheeks hotly around his face, almost out of control.
Her cunt flowered open wider, her secretions cascading down her inner thighs and his chin while he desperately swirled his saliva-drenched tongue around her wide-stretched vaginal hole. He could feel her muscles hollow and contract around his head and sides of his cheeks, and he plunged deeper, his tongue making lewd wet sluicing sounds as it burrowed deeper into her cunt with each wicked thrust. The tantalizing odor which assailed his sex-flared nostrils was a bubbling mixture of her cunt and lubrications, her thinly sweat-filmed skin, and the tiny, puckered little orifice of her anus, which was but scant millimeters from his eyes. He lifted his tongue from the oral fucking he was giving her warm pussy and he moved along to the pinkly throbbing bud of her rectal lips, rimming the crinkled little edges and darting inside her anal passage with quick stabbing thrusts. Then he returned, licking the softly throbbing cunt lips, plunging into the secret valley of her desire to discover her pseudo-phallic clitoris. He began to suck and tease it unmercifully, his teeth biting tenderly, his tongue reaming the little button of love while she churned and writhed above him in the lewd dance of desire.
She was almost ready to cum! Already!
He rammed his tongue deep around in her helplessly writhing loins, rounding and covering the viscous little openings to bring yet further guttural moans from her cock-filled mouth. Her soft warm thighs clenched his head viciously to her and he could feel the wet flesh slip moistly around his tongue as if the nibbling, toothless little mouth up between her legs was trying to snap and rip out his tongue by the roots, devouring it completely with all its strength. She snaked her heels against his shoulders and rubbed her now wildly palpitating pussy against his face as he mashed it back equally hard against the gluttonously flame seared vagina. The cords of her muscles stood out all along her body and she sucked savagely on his penis with ever-increasing hunger. She was aroused, wildly, crazily, insanely aroused . . . and she didn't care, she didn't care . . .
"Yes," she whispered in her stranger's voice. "Oh yes," she mouthed around the huge cock.
"Yes what, baby?" Crane asked, unable any longer to contain his animalistic grin of triumph but knowing that pretense was no longer important. "What do you want me to do?"
"I . . . I want you to . . . to suck me."
"Suck you where, baby? Where?"
"My . . . my pussy!" Valerie cried, her eyes closing again, her hips grinding a lewd sensuous circle down over his face, her head beginning to loll from side to side with expectant lust. "My pussy, my pussy! I want you to lick my pussy! Oh, God, lick it, lick it!"
Grinning triumphantly, Crane drove his head savagely upward, his lips mashing onto her vaginal lips, his tongue ramming deep into her vaginal orifice in the ultimate French kiss.
"AAAAAggggghhhhh!" Valerie screamed as his long hot tongue slashed into her, harder and harder, and her body reacted with convulsive lurches. Oh God, it felt good, it felt so goooddd! Oh God, how could she ever have denied herself this? It wasn't ugly, it wasn't sick . . . it was sooooooooo gooooooooddddddddd!
Crane continued his wanton tonguing of her moist trembling slit, his hands slipping up under her belly to her full firm tits, cupping and squeezing them almost brutally now while his mouth and tongue continued the assault of her widespread young cuntal furrow, making obscene sucking sounds that seemed to fill the room and Valerie's mind with a weird cacophony of sound. She clenched her slender hands into his hard thighs convulsively as Crane's probing tongue located again the erect, pulsating button of her clitoris. She whined sharply, agonizingly, as he took the tiny bud between his sharp white teeth, holding it tightly there, and began to run the tip of his tongue round and round it in continuous circles. Her head began to flail in total abandonment from side to side, and Taylor opened his mouth yet wider, moving his tongue along the smooth, heat moistened slit to the throbbing hair fringed opening of her vagina. He began to orally fuck her, harder and faster, faster and harder, sliding his hot, hard, wet tongue up into her passion-dilated cuntal mouth, listening to her below making unintelligible whimpering muffled sounds around his cock as he hotly swirled and flicked his oral member around the velvet-like interior of the desperately pulsating cunt lips. He slipped his hand beneath her thighs, pushing them further apart until the whole of her flowing vaginal plane was open in naked abandonment to his churning face, and then he cupped her soft smooth young buttocks in both hands as he thrust his tongue deep, deep into the searing liquid depths of her cunt.
Valerie's cries of animal pleasure now filled the living room. Oh God, Oh God, Oh God! her brain screamed over and over again as Crane continued to mouth and tongue her desire-drenched furrow. And then, as her buttocks jerked and spasmed with his plunging poker of a tongue, he drew the member out and drew it licking upward again to the secret, tiny puckered ring of her virginal anus. She sucked in hard on his cock in a gulping swallow, moaning in rapture, past all caring now even though a small part of her mind cried out that this was dirty, vile, perverted . . . straddling his face now, she ground her loins down at his mouth as hard as she could as he brought his tongue into seething wet contact with the forbidden opening, thrusting it into the tight little hole, splitting it wide to accept the heated wet probe. Valerie's body quivered uncontrollably now with the overpowering assault, and her body was spasming furiously with torrent after torrent of the sensual pleasure that had seized complete control of it.
Crane licked and sucked and drove his tongue again into her tight rhythmically flexing little asshole, reveling in the abandoned gyrations of her lust-controlled body, knowing that the moment of her climax wasn't far off . . . Well, that was fine with him; he would make her cum with his mouth first, while she sucked his cock. Later he'd fuck her. He began to drive his tongue harder and harder into her anal passage, and then, abruptly, drew it out to return to her now saliva drenched loins and the soft curling hairs fringing her pulsing cunt lips. He paused for a brief moment to stare up along the slick valley between her thighs. Oh Christ, she was really digging it! She was wallowing in it, all right; it won't be long now, not long at all. He lifted his head and resumed his licking of her pussy once more.
Valerie writhed and squirmed beneath the insanely licking tongue until she thought she would surely go mad from the sheer ecstatic rapture in her love-starved loins and stomach. God, she had to have release, had to have it soon! Her head continued to flail like a broken puppet's, grinding her crotch down into Taylor's lusting face and tongue, and she felt the gathering billows of her orgasm rising and rising and then . . . cresting . . .
Then suddenly she stiffened, and Crane heard the young teacher cry aloud. "AAAGGGHHH . . . I'm . . . going to . . . going . . . to . . .!"
Her whole being seemed to explode over the school superintendent and he could no longer hold back his own climax. My God! he thought crazily as the rush of sperm began to burst along its narrow tube . . . my God . . . never. . . never been like this . . . gooooooooddd! Jesus!"
"I'm . . . I'm cuuuummmmiiiiiiinnnnnnggggggg!" he groaned up into her hotly clasping cunt.
Taylor knew she too was straining up to an orgasm as she suddenly began to twist and wrench herself wantonly, her lips nibbling his cock like a child sucking a breast as he continued to wildly pillage her loins. The juices of her milking cunt suddenly exploded, and she arched her back and bucked wildly, her body quaking uncontrollably. Torrents of her excitedly seeping vaginal juices spread its sticky warmth over his face and down his cheeks, until finally, after a seeming eternity, she grunted the last of her orgasm, her muscles still heaving spasmodically. He could still hear her in and out sawing movement as she thrust deeply over his cock, absorbing it to the hilt in her mouth as the first spatter of his molten sperm burst geyser-like up into her throat.
Valerie's head bobbed furiously over his turgid shaft as she sucked the hot shooting jets of his semen hungrily, her mouth salivating as though his cum was the very essence of her existence. She felt him jerk and groan beneath her as he rammed his penis deeper and deeper in her throat. His cock continued the pulsating jerks of his ejaculation, the vengeance of his searing hot semen drenching her gullet. Valerie groaned as she sucked and her Adam's apple fluttered madly in its fevered attempt to control the gushing stream that squirted hotly up into her tightly locked mouth. She clasped her lips in a tighter elastic ring around the rhythmically jerking penis so as not to lose a precious drop, and she swirled her tongue around the throbbing head and swallowed more rapidly to make room for the seemingly unending torrent of more cum until she thought his balls were bottomless wells. His groans of pleasure incited her to greater effort, and then with one final spewing, his cock began to slowly deflate in her mouth. She waited a moment, hoping for more, then lifted her head, his prick sliding from her glistening lips with a soft wet sucking sound. She turned and smiled at her boss, Taylor Crane, who grinned contentedly in return. A trail of semen dribbled down her lips and chin, dropping like a thick white spider web to his belly.
Taylor lay panting, easing back to earth. He reached out wearily to stroke the long silky strands of Valerie's waterfall of blonde hair that covered her back like a veil. He pulled her around and over him so that she lay stretched out along the length of his body and kissed her heavily, mingling the tastes of their joint orgasms together in their tightly locked mouths. Later he spoke.
"You see . . . I have your interests at heart. You have to do what I say and everything comes out fine . . ." He felt her snuggle her nose into his neck, the great delicious mounds of her breasts mashing into his hairy chest while his hands smoothed down her back to cup and squeeze the smoothly rounded cheeks of her red-flushed young buttocks and press her against his still partially hard cock.
His mouth found her ear and tongued into the hot waxy little shell, "In a little while . . . I'm going to fuck you . . . fuck you like you've never been fucked before!"
Her head came up and she stared deeply into the darkened grey depths of his eyes. "Oh God yes . . .!" she whispered fiercely. "Fuck me . . . Fuck me, please . . . fuck me with that great huge beautiful cock of yours . . . fuck me to death!"
Chapter Six
Crane heard the whimpering moan rise from deep in Valerie's chest. Her knees began flexing and unflexing powerfully back against his driving ass, as she sought to assist him. With a low groan of ecstasy, he exploded inside her, and the white lava of his pressurized orgasm erupted deep inside the pulsating depths of her womb.
His cock continued to spurt and throb for what seemed like an eternity, then it gradually stilled. Deep inside her he could feel her muscles loosening, the uterine walls deflating, the cervix returning to its normal position, and the vaginal lips twitching like the mouth of a dying fish. He looked down at her rapture closed eyes and the soft little smile on her lips, her tanned face young and vulnerable, the silken hair tumbled in long streaks of light across the pillow.
Knowing that women were most vulnerable to suggestion immediately after fucking, their brains fuzzy and grateful, he pulled out slowly and began kissing her long throat. His deflated penis came out of her sperm flooded vagina with a soft plop as he let his full weight crush her into the bed in complete relaxation.
"You're a great fuck, baby," he mumbled into the hollow of her shoulder.
"Ohhh," Valerie breathed, "It was wonderful. .
"We can have lots of good times together," Taylor muttered gently, "but you've got to stop giving me such hell. Those damned mothers are driving me crazy."
Valerie was kissing along the muscular ridge of his naked shoulder. "Are you listening to me?" he demanded.
"Mmmm-mmmmm," she mouthed against his skin, nodding faintly.
"Well?"
"You want me to stop giving you a hard time," she said dreamily.
"That's right. You stop stirring up the parents and be a good girl. I'll give you that job at Castagna . . . and everything will be fine. We'll have some very good times together . . ." he whispered.
"Oww . . . Ohhhhhhh . . ." she wailed suddenly. Crane felt her struggling to move under him, her face twisted with pain.
"What's the matter?"
"Cramp . . . my leg . . . ohhh, please . . . move . . ."
The big man lifted his weight. from the long golden body; her thighs came together like scissors closing sharply and Valerie rolled into a ball on her side, rubbing the side of one thigh where it joined her hip.
The spell was broken. Damn bitch! Why'd she have to get a cramp right then? Crane got off the bed and stood looking down at the sleek golden flesh of her nakedly curved body.
At last the pain in her leg eased and Valerie met his eyes, suddenly cold and grey again. The huge naked man looked at her as impersonally as ever. She could see the glistening long cock hanging down now, wet with his expended semen and her vaginal juices, the pubic hair matted and sticky. It seemed impossible now that this hard man had taken her to such heights of ecstasy . . . that only a few moments before she had been wildly joined to him in the ultimate embrace. Suddenly he stalked into the living room.
Wrapped in a robe, her nakedness suddenly a terrible embarrassment, Valerie followed him. He was hastily throwing on his clothes, his face closed and inaccessible. She knew beyond any doubt then why he'd come to her . . . why he'd made love to her. It was simply another of his deals. His real motivation had not changed at all.
"It was only to make a deal, wasn't it?" she whispered, staring at the huge man who had made such wild love to her and was now jerking on his clothes matter of factly.
"I'm a reasonable man," he said smugly, shoving his shirt into his trousers.
"You're still going to take my school away . . . after . . .
"Fucking has nothing to do with business. You're getting emotional again."
Valerie winced at his use of the word and suddenly the pain and hurt stabbed deeply into her.
"The more unreasonable you are, the more you convince me that Rio Sur is something you can't handle."
"But, I have handled it . . . I can still handle it if you'll only listen . . . I swear I can . . ." her voice rose shrilly.
"The only thing you handle well is that swivel hipped little ass in bed, baby. You're pretty good at that."
"You're a monster . . . a cold unfeeling monster!"
"I offered you a good deal, baby, with some pretty good feeling thrown in. Are you going to take it or . . . you going to be stupid?"
All the hurts and humiliations came rushing back and with it the knowledge of her wild coupling with this cold brutal man who used her so casually. "No . . . no, I won't take it . . .
"You leave me no choice then," he said grimly, one hand on the front door. "By the way, since you're so sure you can handle anything at Rio Sur . . .
I'm sending a few new students down to you. You'll find them a challenge, I think. Good night, Valerie, my dear."
Valerie stood shaking with anger, hearing the motor of Crane's car die into the distance. Without thinking, she threw herself into the bathroom and found herself standing under a warm shower, her mind a heavy wet weight and the tears pouring down her face in torrents with the spraying water.
Chapter Seven
The little school had never looked so gay, bright banners flying from the framed booths, the two by fours simulating the peaked roofs of 16th Century England. There were wandering minstrels playing flutes and guitars and hawkers verbally extolling their wares. Even the costumes of the children, hastily improvised from whatever their mothers had on hand, were bright and appealing. Valerie looked around the school yard and felt a surge of excitement and pride. They'd done a wonderful job. How could anyone want to close such a school? Only a maniac like Taylor Crane.
Valerie went over to sample the honey based "Mead," a non alcoholic version the children had researched and made. The cup of golden liquid was sweet and delicious.
"It's wonderful!" she approved, lifting her cup in a toast to the three sixth graders behind the table who were looking anxiously up at her. "You've done a great job. This ought to sell like hot cakes . . . pardon me, I mean, like hot cross buns," she laughed gaily.
Parents were beginning to trickle up the path, she noticed, but it was the school board that she was anxiously awaiting. The children had devised
special invitations on pseudo parchment scrolls to all the board members. If they could be convinced of the effectiveness of Rio Sur then they could overrule Taylor Crane. The board had to come! But it was early yet, she told herself.
The "stable boy," Carey Horn, was dutifully leading Blue Boy, her horse, around the far meadow. Valerie walked over, holding up her long skirts. Their unfamiliar length was uncomfortable but the children would have been too disappointed if she hadn't dressed in costume too. An old peasant blouse with voluminous sleeves and a boned velvet waistcoat found in a thrift shop did very nicely with some old skirts and petticoats.
"Think I'm ever going to get any customers, Miss Fenton?"
"Oh, of course, you will, Carey. Look the parents are arriving already. You know the little children will want to ride." She patted the boy's thin shoulder reassuringly and gave Blue Boy a pat on the rump. She. had to keep the children's spirits up even though she was beginning to feel nervous. No. The board couldn't be so cruel as to ignore the children's invitations.
Afternoon wore into evening and the flame colored sun finally edged into the silvery Pacific. It was dark. The students and their parents had eaten hot cross buns, meat pies, roasted chickens, the plum puddings. The little children had all ridden Blue Boy and the minstrels had been through their repertoire at least a hundred times. Seedlings had sold well and kittens, home made leather bookmarks, candied apples and gathered aprons. All the parents had come with the exception of Jennifer Crist's parents. Some hippies had stopped and enjoyed the leftovers. A few aunts and uncles had even come but not one single school board member had bothered.
There was nothing to do but admit failure. An enormous depression and the utter fatigue of defeat had settled on Valerie like a heavy shroud but she tried valiantly not to let the children see it. It was for them her disappointment was bitterest. They had worked so hard and so long and deserved so much better than the indifference of their elders in authority. Oh God! People could be so cruel.
Sadly she watched the banners come down, the tables folded up, the parents gathering their children to go home. Mike was working again like a demon, directing the kids, dismantling their fair. Valerie turned to gather up the remaining beribboned packets of wild flower seed. Tears were very close to spilling down her cheeks but she forced herself to the task at hand. The children mustn't see her cry! The "system" had won but they would find that out soon enough. At least they'd had a wonderful time and felt some pride in their not inconsiderable accomplishment. They would butt headlong into the "system" soon enough on their own. In a way, perhaps her very stubbornness had speeded their disillusionment.
"Don't take it so hard. Kids had a good time." Words that were meant to comfort only made Valerie angrier for they were accompanied by Bruce's familiar beard rubbing against her face and his hand patting her backside through her petticoats and skirts. He smelled as though he had been drinking.
"It's not fair!" she wailed furiously, jerking free of his wandering hand.
"Establishment never is, baby. I've been trying to tell you . . . that's why I dropped out."
"But all people can't be so cruel. The kids worked so hard . . . and not one board member showed up!"
"You didn't really expect them to? Hell, I knew they wouldn't You're a maverick, baby. Like I been telling you. You don't belong with those town pricks but you keep trying to."
"Bruce! Stop it!" Valerie protested in a hissing whisper for his arm had snaked around her velvet corseted waist and his beard was tickling her bared shoulder above the low cut blouse.
"Aw, hell, it's dark. Kids are mostly gone anyway. Come on to the house and meet some "real" people. Got a little party going. You need a little cheering up."
"Oh no, I couldn't. There's too much to do. I don't feel like a party anyway . . . and . . . well . . . I wouldn't be very good company."
"You afraid of getting fucked again?" he laughed lewdly.
"Bruce, for God's sake," she shushed. "Stop that kind of talk."
"I told you . . . it's a party. Mike's coming and some of the other folks too."
"Please, Bruce . . . I couldn't."
"You're just determined to turn yourself into one of them, aren't you? The damned board spits in your face and you still want to be like them . . . still want to be Miss Prissy Do-gooder. I thought maybe I showed you the other day . . . but I guess you're always going to be a hypocrite. Hell, I just wanted you to meet some 'real' people for a change."
His words stung on the fresh wound of her humiliation and disappointment. "All right," she said wearily, "I'll come for a little while."
The ride down the canyon in Bruce's truck was a bumpy and precarious one for most of it he maneuvered with one hand on the steering wheel. His right arm and hand kept straying casually down over Valerie's shoulder to brush his fingertips lightly over the swells of fleshy full breast tops above the neck of her blouse.
"Bruce, stop it."
"Just a little feel, Baby. Won't have a chance to be alone with you once we get there. Too damn many people."
"I thought these 'real' people were the reason for my coming."
"Well, they are . . . but, hell, I like to be with you alone too."
Having disengaged his hand from her tingling upper breasts several times. Valerie jumped when she felt his hand reach down under the dash board and slide insidiously up her ankle and calf. A hot shiver of delight ran up her leg wherever his warm fingers touched.
It was Bruce who had unleashed the sleeping witch inside her flesh, the wanton, willful, sensuous bitch, but after her unbelievable experience with Taylor Crane she had used every argument possible to convince herself that Bruce had been carried away that time. After all they had been dating for some time and finally he could no longer stand it. It was a natural reaction with a hot blooded man, a widower, a man who cared for her. Resolutely she had put Crane out of her mind. That had been the mistake of an inexperienced young teacher who was terrified of her boss. Mike had not been so easy to dismiss. Her transgression with him could only be explained by her prolonged, and perhaps Bruce had been right, unnaturally prolonged virginity. Mike had been a mistake, the kind of mistake any girl could make at least once. She had promised herself in the weak light of dawn, after a sleepless night, that she would be nice to Bruce and try to understand his point of view . . . that she might even let him make love to her again. Perhaps her blindness had made her misjudge him. A man who really cared for a woman naturally wanted her physically as well as mentally. He hadn't always been a drop out and a hippie. After all, his background was very much like her own . . . and probably all he needed to take his rightful place in society again was a woman to care for him. Probably in his grief at his widower state he had not really cared about anything anymore. Besides, it wasn't an unrealistic hope that a man eventually married the girl he deflowered.
"You cold, baby? You're trembling."
"No, I'm all right."
"Well, here we are." He cut the engine and gathered her close. "How about a joint?"
"A joint?"
"Never mind." He reached across her to the glove compartment. Christ, this broad was so dumb except for book learning. Unscrewing the cap on a pint of whiskey, he held it to her lips. At least she ought to know what whiskey was.
"Come on . . . have a jolt, You're nervous as a cat and shaking like a leaf."
Obediently Valerie took a sip and felt the liquid fire ignite and spread through her stomach. Once it was down it felt good. Between sips she let Bruce kiss and fondle her. The ache and disappointment and hurt were beginning to seem unimportant. She felt soothed and comforted by his whispered kisses against her mouth and throat and his warm hands smoothing over her.
"Bruce . . . I see light in the house. People are already there. Shouldn't you be there?" she asked drowsily.
"Pretty soon," he agreed huskily, his mouth sliding down her satin skinned throat while his hand snaked inside her blouse to cup her swollen breast up to his searching mouth.
Valerie drew her breath in sharply as his wetly heated mouth drew inward on her nipple, drawing the whiskey lust out of her like honey. "Ohhhh . . ." she sighed softly, letting the magic warmth of his hands and mouth sweep through her like a flood on a dried up plain.
His shaggy head buried against her yearning flesh as his hand moved to her knee and burrowed under the yards of cloth from her medieval maiden costume. Unconsciously her back arched, thrusting her breast up to his greedy mouth while his hand caressed her thigh upward and one finger found the leg band of her bikini panties and darted inside deftly.
Swiftly his finger slid into the moistly hot furrow and began sliding teasingly up and down the desire slickened slit. Jesus! She was one hot bitch, all right. He wondered how far along the party was, but it wouldn't matter. Valerie Fenton would fit right in.
She squirmed and whimpered faintly as his finger found the tiny nerve fretted button of her clitoris and sent now familiar electrical jolts hurtling through her flesh. Oh God! She was a wanton whore. Nothing had ever felt so good. She didn't care now about anything but the lecherous hands and mouth kneading and biting and caressing her lusting flesh.
"You're all hot and ready, baby," Bruce murmured. "Let's go inside so I can fuck you."
"But there are people in there." Valerie could see the lights and there were cars parked all around.
"Won't matter. It's a good party. You'll see. Real people."
Valerie found herself dragged from the truck. She felt fuzzy and a little unsteady from the overly strong whiskey and there was an ache in her belly somewhere. Maybe later they could make love when everyone had gone home. At the door to the big old house Bruce stopped and kissed her deeply, his hands unbraiding her coiled hair and letting it fall around her like a golden shawl. Seemingly unwilled now by the whiskey and his sure hands, Valerie let him.
He took her arm, feeling the heat of her hip and thigh .pressed against his own leg, feeling his cock jerk hard. He opened the door, pushing it wide and then drew Valerie across the threshold and slightly in front of him, so that her skirt shrouded buttocks were pressed hard back against his now turgid cock.
Valerie inhaled sharply at what she saw in the soft light streaming through the room. There, on one of the beds, and there were several, was a man kneeling between a well-shaped young woman's whitely naked legs raised vertically toward the ceiling, imprisoning his head there, his mouth buried in the soft fleece-lined vagina, his tongue burrowing deep into her slipperily welcoming passage. He was making low, growling sounds in his throat as he licked hungrily between her open thighs, and the woman was mewling completely out of control at his lewd ministrations, her hips churning wildly on the bed.
"Christ!" Bruce said, moving his loins against the softness of Valerie's buttocks. "How do you like that, honey? That's George and his wife and he's licking the shit out of her cunt!"
His obscenely descriptive words hissed into Valerie's ear and she felt the hotly growing sensations which had gripped her body outside in the truck magnify in her mind. Her breath caught in her throat at what she was witnessing . . . and at the hard protuberance of Bruce's cock pressing into the crevice back between her soft yielding buttocks. Her stomach was churning madly now as she listened to the wetly echoing slurping and sucking sounds of the man's tongue as it licked animal-like at the hungrily twitching pussy of the wide splayed young woman. And then Bruce's hand slipped around to her front, slipped inside the low-cut blouse and inside her loosely-fitted bra to cup her entire nipple-hardening tit as if she were a pubescent child. She gasped softly as his thumb rolled over the nipple, and pressed the firm young smoothness of her ass cheeks back against him with a subtle little undulating motion that caused him to squeeze her breast painfully.
Into her ear he breathed hot breath and the words: "I want to fuck you, Valerie. Now, right now. I want to fuck you in the asshole! Baby, I want to fuck you in the asshole!"
She stiffened for a brief instant at the vile words, at the idea of her virginal young anus being rent asunder by his huge, desire-bloated penis. But then the sight of that man licking and slavering between the woman's legs, and the feel of Bruce's hard, unresisting cock throbbing impatiently back in the crevice of her buttocks, sent more ripples of involuntary desire surging through her body. Well, why not? Why not? Why shouldn't she let a man fuck her from behind? She had tasted a man's cock, for the first time; her mouth was no longer a virgin, so why should she allow her anus to remain virginal? She was emancipated now, wasn't she? A woman of the flesh? Why not cast this last vestige of innocence to the wind as well?
She turned her head slightly and whispered, "Yes! Yes, Bruce, fuck me back there! Put your cock between my legs back there. I want you to, Bruce, I want you to!"
Breathing raggedly with inflamed lust at her acquiescing words, Bruce pushed Valerie toward another bed in the room. Once there, he turned to her to demand that she strip naked . . . but she was one step ahead of him. Her fingers were already clawing at the zippers and snaps. She shrugged out of the garments and let them fall. She unhooked her bra, letting her lust-swollen breasts bob forth, the nipples like chips of hot rock; she rolled the soft flimsy whiteness of her panties down over her voluptuous young hips and thighs and stood before Bruce completely nude, her eyes fastened on the obliviously locked couple only a few scant feet away, hearing them moan and mewl as their lust was being fulfilled . . . just as hers would soon be.
And then, her mind whirling from the sounds of lewd, uncontrolled lust surrounding them, was suddenly on fire.
Bruce had stripped his own clothes from his body by then, and his huge, erectly oscillating cock jutted out like some monstrous implement of delicious torture from his abdomen. He took Valerie's waist in his huge hands, his breath hot on her face, and turned her, forcing her down onto the bed on her hands and knees so that she was facing the wildly twitching couple on the other bed. He knelt behind her, holding his great prick in one hand only inches from the tiny puckered ring of her rectum while his eyes fastened on the lust-inciting tableau of the man called George's insane licking of his wife's insatiable cunt.
Then, with his other hand, he began to stroke Valerie's soft buttock mounds, teasing her rectum with the tip of his finger, enjoying the first moans of pleasure which were erupting from her throat. Slowly, tantalizingly, he inserted the tip of his forefinger into her anal opening, wiggling it around inside, drawing greater whimpers of increasing desire from Valerie's throat. He released his cock then and used both hands to draw wide apart the glistening moons of her upraised buttocks, stretching the rubbery opening wide with his thumbs. He leaned forward, so that the hard, fleshy head of his blood-engorged penis rested against the tiny, defenseless hole. He moved his hips, teasing the shaft along the crevice, poising it finally at the wrinkled, slightly cringing anal ring.
Valerie was trembling with a mixture of momentary fear at what was about to happen, and also an intense lusting anticipation of it. She could feel the huge, bulbous head of Bruce's prick resting and teasing at the thinly puckered lips of asshole, and she thought as she felt him moisten its tip in the open mouth of her vagina: It's going to hurt, Oh God it's going to hurt when he shoves all of his gigantic cock into me. But I don't care, I want it to hurt, I want him to fuck me there. God, I'm so hot I can't stand it . . . I can see that man there, sucking her pussy, reveling in it, licking up alt of her cunt juices and it's making me . . .
"Aaaaaaaaaafffffffffhhhhhhhhh!" she screamed then, shutting off all her thoughts as a violent, shuddering pain rippled through her body. With a brutal forward thrust, Bruce had bored his lust hardened cock far up into her tight, innocently virginal rectum, tearing it through the membranous passage to bury it halfway to the hilt. He clutched hard at her hips, flexing again as he thrust still deeper into her rectum, into the warm forbidden depths of her anal passage. The pressure pushed her forward, pushed her head down onto the chenille bedspread and prevented her from watching any longer the actions of the couple on the next bed. Bruce began fucking forward with long, even strokes now, the warm rubbery walls of Valerie's asshole expanding before his invading cock until, finally, with one last savage, buttock smacking lunge he buried every single inch of his tremendously expanded penis into her warm, tight anus.
"OOooooohhhhh!" Valerie moaned as she felt his sperm-laden testicles pressed tightly up into her vagina below. "Ohhhhh God, Bruce, it hurts! It hurrtttssss! Oh, I can't take it, it hurts too much!"
"Just . . . relax, honey . . . just relax and . . . fuck back," Bruce panted his instruction. "It'll . . . stop . . . hurting . . . in a little . . . while . . ."
Numbly, Valerie obeyed, grinding her buttocks back against his heavy burgeoning cock. And suddenly, with her hardly realizing it, Bruce's predictions came true; her anal passage slowly grew accustomed to the great villainously throbbing monster imbedded there, and she was overwhelmed in a sudden burst of desire. Yes, yes, she was beginning to like it! She was beginning to enjoy this lewd, bestial sodomizing of the private, heretofore secret little passage to her belly. Her head flailed from side to side and she buffeted back harder and harder against Bruce's mercilessly pistoning hardness, feeling his bloated testicles swinging harder and harder down against her cunt lips as his belly smacked wildly against the upturned cheeks of her nakedly grinding buttocks.
"Ohhh, yesssss, Bruce, fuck it, fuck it harder! You were right, it's goooooodddd . . . Oh Bruce, fuck my asshole harder . . . !"
And Bruce began to fuck it harder, his balls filling, filling with his impending load of hot, whitely steaming cum, his eyes still lewdly feasting on the salacious sight of the couple on the adjoining bed . . .
Suddenly, Valerie had to see it; she simply had to see this vile, depraved attack on her defenseless ass. She swiveled and turned her head, bracing herself upward and twisted around.
What she saw there . . . Bruce's huge, pummeling cock disappearing, drawing part way out, disappearing again in her tiny puckered opening that was her own naked rectum . . . caused the young, helplessly kneeling teacher to jerk convulsively, wildly, almost as if she too were about to cum. She stared in lust-perverted rapture at her madly undulating buttocks jerking back against Bruce Lander's hard driving penis, her full, firm breasts dancing below her chest as she writhed and twisted and bucked every which way under the impossible assault!
Mike McIlhenny opened the door and walked right in. No one had answered his knocks. Must be one hell of a party he thought and yet the only sounds he heard were screams of some sort. He stopped dead still just inside the door. Christ! It was a god damned orgy! One couple on a bed, the guy's head almost out of sight buried between a broad's thighs sucking her out of her mind! On the other bed! Jesus! Bruce Landers was fucking the young teacher, Valerie Fenton, like a maniac in the ass! Mike felt his cock jerk alive and begin throbbing hard in his jeans.
God, he thought, oh God, I wish that was me! I wish that was my cock in her asshole right now. But wait! I can still do it! I can fuck her mouth' I can have her suck it, milk it dry and I can do it while Bruce's cock is fucking her hot little asshole. Jesus! Even better!
The sudden debauched thoughts were like an electric shock to Mike and he felt his body break out in sweat. Wildly, he tore off his clothes and moved quickly to the bed where Valerie and Bruce were fucking so insanely. His cock jerked and throbbed before him like some crazed entity that was parasitically attached to his loins.
Valerie's head was pressed down against the bedspread to give him greater access to her rectum, her eyes were tightly shut; behind her, Bruce heaved forward like a rampaging bull, his eyes likewise squeezed tightly together, his fingers clawing at the softly trembling moons of the young teacher's buttocks.
In a choked, barely audible voice, the result of his ever-increasing lust, Mike said, "Valerie, raise your head. Raise your head and open your eyes."
"Mike . . .?" Her voice came in a ragged gasp, almost a mewl, as Bruce fucked mercilessly into her tight, expanding rectal passage from behind.
"Yes, Mike," he said. "Raise your head, damn it, and open your eyes!"
Valerie levered her body on her forearms, raising herself up and opening her eyes to look up at him. The first thing she saw was his huge, blood-hardened cock, held lewdly in his hand now, seeming to sway hypnotically before her gaze. Her tongue came out to moisten her lips as she stared at the thin slit at the tip oozing out its pre-cum from the huge, purplishly swollen head.
"I'm going to put it in your mouth, baby!" Mike whispered hoarsely. "I want you to suck me!"
Valerie began to tremble with a renewed surge of fire. The idea of sucking Mike, while Bruce Landers fucked into her backside at the same time was wild and somehow appealing. Yes, yes, it would be just what she needed, to have her anus and her mouth filled with the hot flowing cum of two men, the men who had opened the gates to her new life as a full-blooded woman. It would destroy the woman she had once been completely and totally.
"Yes!" she breathed. "Yes, darling, let me suck it! Give it to me now, darling Mike, put it in my mouth and let me suck all the cum out of it, let me suck your balls dry, darling, darling Mike!"
With a groan of sheer animal lust, Mike moved forward, guiding his palpitating, seminally-moist cock to her parted, waiting mouth. She tasted the bittersweet masculine flavor of the slowly seeping drop of lubricative fluid against her lips, felt the heavy bloated head resting against them, and then she ovaled her lipstick rimmed lips wide to accept the offering. She was acutely aware of Bruce's pile driving cock burgeoning into her widely expanded, now gratefully accepting anal passage, enjoying with all her soul the hotly heaving thrusts now.
Her hot, wet mouth seized what it needed so desperately . . . Mike McIlhenny's huge young cockhead . . . and she began to suck him slowly, agonizingly, running her tongue wetly around and around the slippery head, easing the tip of her tongue into the open slit of the end. Her head pumped abandonedly to and fro, slavishly licking every inch of the thick shaft, sucking harder and harder, her tongue twirling faster and faster, and Mike's buttocks began to flex forward, adding his own movement to her rhythmically bobbing head so that mouth and cock were fucking together, working together, like a perfectly tuned machine. Valerie could feel the dripping shaft batter all the way hack against her larynx, but she made no move to cease the intense ramming pressure there, her lips ovaling maddeningly as she attempted to suck the hot white load of his sperm from his bails like an electrical syphon.
She rolled and flung her buttocks back against. Bruce's forward-driving shaft, feeling it deep in her belly, her mouth working harder and faster on Mike's cock; he moaned and thrust desperately into her mouth, a wailing gasp tearing from his throat, as the moment of his climax neared. Valerie was mewling and moaning like a depraved animal, totally abandoning herself to the wondrous feelings of two cocks sunk deep within her either end, about to flood her, drown her, consume her with gushing semen. Her hips swirled insanely around Bruce's prick; her lips swirled more wildly around Mike's, and her own orgasm was building, building. It wouldn't be long now for any of them, it wouldn't be long now . . .
Suddenly, Mike emitted a loud, grunting sigh of release and he jammed his hips forward, burying his cock deep in Valerie's soft, warm mouth. Her throat tightened and untightened as torrent after torrent of his burning fluid gushed from his wildly jerking rod, swallowing desperately to keep from choking on the frothing sperm, her cheeks bloating and hollowing as the cavern of her mouth filled and emptied, filled and emptied . . .
And then, behind her, Bruce's fingers dug painfully into her hips, the nails drawing blood there, and he began to chant crazily. "I'm cumming, I'm cumming, I'm cumming, I'm cumming!" His cock began to jerk then, as Mike's was doing in her mouth, and she felt the fire-hot semen erupt along his urethra tube from the cauldrons of his balls and fill her anus to overflowing, felt the searing liquid run down along the crevice of her churning ass cheeks, along the back of her thighs, and pool on the bedspread beneath her desperately flailing body.
"Keep sucking, keeeepppp succckkkkiinnggggg!" Mike howled, convulsively spasming forward. "Suck all of it, suck all of ittt!"
"Oooohhhhh!" Bruce wailed behind her.
And then, as if their mutual cries of delight were the final trigger of her own coming orgasm, Valerie felt the beginnings of wild, rapturous, kaleidoscopic release take hold of her own body. She gurgled and squealed around Mike's lip-locked penis still swallowing his seemingly never ending flow of sticky-hot sperm, trying not to lose a single precious drop of his heated young seed. She reached a pinnacle of pleasure she had never known existed in the world, a height so unbelievable, so dizzying, that her mind threatened to burst from the sheer physical pressure of the wildly exploding sense of pleasure-pain, pleasure-pain, pleasure-pain . . .
Finally, after a long, long time, she collapsed forward on the bed, the two bliss-giving penises slipping from her mouth and her now forever stretched young rectum with wet, simultaneous little farting sounds. In her stomach there was a pleasant burning, and she thought in her satiated state that it must be the blending of Bruce's cum and Mike's and her own, all the juices having flowed there from where they were pumped into her, or from her own copiously secreting glands.
It's beautiful, she thought, it's so beautiful . . . Oh God, now that I've known what it can be like, what it is . . .
She felt her head being lifted, and then lowered again onto a warm, hairy thigh. Bruce's voice began whispering soft sweet words of love to her, his soft, gentle hands stroking her hair, and she moved her head around until her mouth located his flaccid cock now cradled softly on top of the wrinkled sac of his sperm-drained balls. She flicked out her tongue, licking his still warm cum from the limp spongy tip and from the softness of his scrotum in grateful adulation . . .
And then, in that moment, a strangely young and amused male voice said from the bedroom doorway: "Hot damn, it looks like we've got one hell of an orgy going on here! One hell of an orgy that's going to get even better once everybody joins in!"
The boy in the doorway was thin, and he had his arm around thirteen year-old Jennifer Crist, who leaned against his chest, her eyes aglow with passionate response to the scene before her.
"What's going on?" Valerie shuddered, lifting her head with abject mortification from Bruce's loins. The sperm seemed to congeal within her as she tried to squirm away from their lascivious gazes. "What are Bobby and Jennifer doing here?"
"Come to join the party," Bruce said expansively. "Come on in, son. And you, too, Jennifer."
"Hey!" came a yell from the stairway. "How about us?" To Valerie's further horror, another two people came into the living room. The woman was tall and well proportioned, with magnificent breasts, pearl white and barely concealed in a low cut blouse. She was rubbing the front of a man's pants, the bulge she had caused obvious to the world. The man called Joe was grinning madly, his tongue licking his dry, trembling lips. "Hi, everybody!" the woman said. "Glad to see you're enjoying yourselves."
"Hey, Alice!" called out Bruce, "C'mon down!"
"Please, Bruce," moaned Valerie.
"What? Shut up! Party's just getting good!"
Valerie began to feel hot tears of frustration and fear swelling in her eyes, So this was the real reason for his wanting her to meet some "real" people. This was group sex! Group sex . . . the ultimate in pure physical gratification, with not even the rationale of affection between the partners. She stiffened, dizziness overtaking her, and she glanced at Bruce, unsure of her own true emotions. Is this what I really want? she asked herself. Doing it with my students also?
The woman named Alice strode across the room to Mike who looked at her with amazement, and she reached down and grasped his limp cock firmly in her hands murmuring, "I like you. Maybe we can fuck together later on?"
Mike didn't speak at once. He stared at her hand as she began to slowly stroke his cock from flaccidity to a semblance of erection. He blinked, but spread his legs wider in dazed comprehension of her words. "Look . . . what the hell is this anyway?" He took a deep breath, his penis impossibly leaping to full grandeur under the teasing fingers of the strange woman. "Jesus! I don't believe this!"
"You will in a while," she tittered lightly.
Valerie, her eyes wide with shock, looked back at the other four. They were undressing on the spot, laughing and gaily making comments about the fun to be had, kicking their garments from them in haste. With a squeal, Jennifer raced for Bruce, throwing herself upon him, her hands grasping him around the thick shaft of his penis. Bruce laughed again and reached over and caressed one ripening adolescent breast, soft and pliant and promising, and kissed her full on her tender young lips. He gasped as she skinned his foreskin away and the red-fleshed head popped out, and she dropped to lick her eager young tongue on the exposed tip.
With a cry of abandon, Bruce Lander's young son Bobby, revealed his own virile cock in violent erection. The man with the woman, Alice, approached the bed where Valerie lay cowering. The males were all a frenzy of glistening bodies, their eyes gleaming and their long, inflamed cocks dancing in front of them with palpitant heat of excitement, their balls swinging against their thighs, their buttocks hollowing and tensing.
Abruptly the man, whose name was Joe, put his arm about Valerie in a possessive embrace. At first she resisted, her joints seeming to freeze from the unnatural contact, but as his hands covered the nipples of her breasts and began to knead and thumb them into rock hardness, she found herself squirming, her naked body aroused with unrestrained passion. "Some party," he whispered into her ear, "But you did know we were coming, didn't you?"
"No I didn't."
"Leave that to Bruce to pull a fast one. Is this your first time to fuck with other people watching?"
"Oh God, yes," she nodded, "I never dreamed that this would happen. I don't know if I should . . ."
"What's the matter? You've already been fucked by Bruce, haven't you?" He threw back his head and grinned with lewd disregard for her inner torment. "Hell, I'm a better fuck than he'll ever be! Now, c'mon, get with it. Let it all hang out!"
Valerie took one more quick look at Bruce before submitting herself to the lust incited stranger next to her. Bruce was groaning aloud, thrashing on the bed as the young thirteen year old, Jennifer, leaned over and thrust his cock deep into her widely ovaled young mouth in one long, slow continuous sucking movement, the warm, wet cavern of her cheeks sending a wild spasm of ecstasy soaring through his wracked body. "Oh man," he gurgled. Then Valerie looked around the rest of the room, seeing the pairing of mates, and she could scarcely believe the carnal activity which had been so cruelly thrust upon her senses.
The woman, Jane, passionate from the cunt licking on the bed, had attacked the young boy, Bobby Landers, with complete abandon. She was teasing him, bending slightly forward so that he couldn't reach between her thighs and to further hinder him from inserting his throbbing cock into her voraciously throbbing vagina, she had put her slim hands around his prick and was rubbing the swollen member with her palms, working the tender skin up and down over the glans as driblets of sticky, lubricating fluid seeped from its tiny orifice and his balls moved sensuously around his lean thighs. Young Jennifer Crist was now on all fours over Bruce, who had his knees behind her and was bucking up at her buttocks, fucking mercilessly up into her wide stretched little rectum with savage, repeating blows.
Alice's head still bobbed like a yo-yo around Mike's straining prick as though her mouth was on a string, and her hands and knees were in between his legs as his prick soared hard up into her face until her nose smacked licentiously into the matted pubic hair below.
"That's it, Alice," the man, Joe breathed hotly, "Suck him good, you bitch." He delved down the slim, now hotly quivering flanks of Valerie and then teased his middle finger into her pubic hair, still soaked from Bruce's cum a few minutes past, and Valerie, horrified, found herself aroused. Her thighs jerked, spasmodically and began to involuntarily open for his touch, and then he rubbed and caressed the blood-inflated lips of her red-rimmed pussy, and she moaned with sudden passion.
"Oh, God," she gasped, "This is terrible, terrible."
"No, baby, it's the living end," Joe said. "I really like seeing my wife get fucked by another guy. Don't you like watching, too?"
"Your wife!" Valerie's brain reeled as she realized that he was involved with her while panting with excitement over the view of the lewd sex acts of his own wife right in front of them. No, it wasn't terrible, it was beautiful! Beautiful! And Valerie leaned back on the bed sheets and spread her legs wide to Joe's talented hand as he rummaged and pillaged her helplessly surrendering cunt.
Alice took one last lick on Mike's cock, and then jerked upright and turned around, placing her wet, almost writhing pussy directly in front of him, and in wide open display before Valerie as well. Valerie watched in unbelieving fascination as Alice gradually bent forward until the breadth of her buttocks jutted toward Mike's face and Mike obscenely rotated upward to meet the widespread lips of her vagina. Alice's thighs tensed and then rippled in slim strength as she shifted on her feet and she reached back and gently pulled apart her buttocks, disclosing the tiny, sensuously throbbing little hole of her anus.
Around the revealed asshole, which seemed so raw and vulnerable, were a few stray curling hairs, and she twisted her buttocks, letting the whitely rounded moons wave tauntingly at Mike. He groaned and began to manipulate his own cock with his hand and he lurched toward her buttocks. Alice grabbed the stiffened rod and it slid forward into her waiting cunt with hot, slippery ease. Mike took hold of her loins with his hands and hauled her to him with a resounding slap. He leaned over her, squeezing her huge, well formed breasts as he pumped into her open cunt with complete ferocity, attacking and retreating unmercifully.
"Now, baby? You want me now?" Joe said lewdly.
"Yes," mewled Valerie, watching Mike fuck Joe's wife with a strange uncontrolled passion. "Anything you want . . . anything at all. But, oh God, fuck me quick. Fuck me!"
Valerie pushed her cunt up to Joe, her whole body aflame with unwanted desire. She could not help herself, and she knew she really, deep down inside, did not want to. She realized the full meaning of group sex, its marvelous mechanism for satiating the appetite of a full, red-blooded woman. God! Why doesn't he fuck me now!
She looked at Joe's enormous cock, which stood out from the folds of his belly and abdomen like some pagan spear, tipped with the clear fluid of love-juice. Her face contorted with passion at the thought of that strange cock buried to its hilt in her vagina . . . or mouth . . . or anus . . . Oh God, it was monstrous and webbed from glans to base with heavy, throbbing blue veins, giving gleaming advance warning of the carnality it was about to perform.
"Like it, baby?" Joe smiled lopsidedly at her.
"Yes, yes, I love it!"
"Good, because I'm going to put it up your cunt so far you're going to feel it up in your tonsils!" His grin broadened into a toothy smile. "But first I'm going to lick that aching pussy of yours, suck up all that good honey you've been spreading down there."
Valerie stretched out languorously, her thighs splayed wide on either side of him, her toes curled with expectation. All thoughts of modesty and of caring whether she truly desired this man were vanished, and she let a soft moan of delight escape from her lips and she squirmed her buttocks down on the mattress, inciting his lustful prowess still further.
Joe touched her and a million spine tingling jolts went through her loins and belly. Automatically her hands moved to her breasts, her thumb and forefinger plucking at her nipples and aureoles as Joe had done, like a hungry bird of prey pecking at her skin, and more sensations rocked her body.
Involuntarily Joe sucked in his breath, and he could feel the blood drubbing painfully into his expanded, purplish cock head. Tiny drops of seminal fluid grouped around the eye of his glans as he leaned down, his cock rubbing along her inner thigh, smearing the sticky substance against her skin. Then, with thumbs pressed against her hairlined cunt-lips, Joe tenderly spread the soft yielding walls of her pussy until its moist, coral lusciousness opened and he saw the jeweled splendor of her clitoris. He felt Valerie's warm thighs quiver and he heard her breath gasp from her throbbing throat, and with the touch of an expert, he leaned forward and his hot wet lips closed over the soft protuberance at the apex of her belly.
"00000hh," Valerie groaned, raising her head to stare down between her manipulated breasts at his lowered head in her crotch. She spasmed as he planted long, full kisses on the soft fleece of her upraised thighs, his tongue flicking snakelike at her widely spread cuntal opening.
Valerie continued her sensuous fondling of her breasts then slid her hands down along her stomach to rest on either side of Joe's gently nibbling lips. Her fingers stroked her pubic hair as her mind raced with the overwhelming sensations. Momentary thoughts of Bruce flashed through her, but then they were gone, and she spread the fleshy. hair-lined lips of her cunt slowly apart, allowing the man complete access to her wet, pulsating vagina.
Her elbows pressed against her sides and she lolled her head from side to side as his searing mouth burned the core of her being, and his tongue wrapped itself around her erect clitoris. Dear God! His lips sucked, drawing warm folds deep within his mouth, gently biting the skin as his tongue continued the maddening licking around the urgent pink smoothness of her surging flesh. She groaned lustily, and then her eyes caught sight of young Bobby Landers watching them.
"My God!" Valerie gasped.
"Don't get upset, baby," Joe crooned, his head still buried in her pussy. "That's only Bobby. Relax. You don't really mind if he watches, too, do you?"
Why not? Everybody else was watching or doing . . . She sighed, and the sudden appearance of Bobby was replaced by the enrapturement of Joe's hungry, massaging mouth.
Her moans of swelling arousal drove his tongue faster and he worked his way up and down her genitals until they burned . . . Yes! Yes! she heard herself wish crazily, yes I still need it so bad and he is doing his best! Her hands clawed his hair, attempting to guide his face to the small palpitating cuntal opening, and he plunged into her soft-rimmed flesh, taunting it momentarily, then quickly withdrawing to tantalize the soft, hair-fringed edges.
The young teacher cried aloud and clutched at him, forcefully pressing his nose directly on her hotly pulsating clitoris, and his mouth rammed deep down to cover the squirming crotch and bring low guttural moans from the delicate young girl whose soft warm thighs clasped spasmodically around either side of his head. He could feel the smooth wet flesh slip moistly around his tongue as the walls of her invaded vagina sucked him and tried to extract his tongue deeper and deeper into it. It was as if the small, slightly bearded mouth was a toothless devouring animal unleashed with lust-inspired force, ripping his tongue out by the roots, and her heels snaked up and out, pushing down against his back, making him bury himself still further in the soft, trembling trap between her uplifted legs. His nostrils inhaled the poignant aromas of her throbbing clitoris and her lusty, lubricious excitement.
Joe could stand it no longer. He stopped, causing her to cord the muscles of her unreleased body, and she tried to stop him with her legs, but he was too strong. "I want you to suck me, baby. Suck me as I did you. Now . . ." he slithered down on the bed and threw his legs wide, his swelling cock a straight arrow upwards toward the ceiling. It seemed to Valerie she had never seen such a gorgeous sight in all her life. She had to have it, she had to taste that prick in her mouth, feel it swirl around her tongue and cheeks, and with a panting moan she turned and crawled over Joe. His cock leaped as he saw her insatiable desire, then she posed her nudity over him, smoothing her hands over her taut breasts and firm thighs, finally moving toward the sensitive white flesh of her inner thighs and upward to the silky mound he had just finished sucking. Valerie's fingers slowly glided into the fleshy fold of her cunt-lips, gently spreading the still wet slit until it opened like a new-flowering bud and she thrust her loins toward him so that he could see better the moist, coral flesh up inside. Then quickly she licked her lips and climbing down between his legs she took his hardened penis in her mouth, swallowing it almost whole into her throat. She began to purr kitten fashion while he tenderly caressed her soft long hair and his cock swelled to fill her sucking mouth.
She milked his cock with her throat muscles in a manner that even the tightness of her cunt could not match, and the length of her tongue laved the underside of his shaft while the tip taunted the base of his member and a portion of his testicles with insurmountable pleasure.
As they lay there, on the bed, surrounded by other wildly fucking couples, Bobby stood beside them, his head tilted to one side and little throaty whines coming from his lips. As the boy watched, Valerie began to slowly grind her smoothly rounded buttocks and she hummed, Joe's heavy and throbbing cock vibrating and nearly reaching her stomach. The hot breath from her nostrils against his pubic hair sent further spasms of delight rippling through the man and then Valerie cupped his balls, causing the sperm-bloated sacs to quiver as she manipulated and squeezed them. Her throat exploited his prick in her effort to suck him dry.
Joe lifted his head from the bed and stared down at his hard shaft completely absorbed by the young teacher's lust contorted face. The sight of her ovaled lips massaging his resilient skin increased his fever a hundred-fold and he groaned with madness. She tantalized the balls with one hand while her thumb and forefinger of her other hand stroked his mighty base as she continued to suck up and down. He flexed his buttocks, his head still raised, watching the top of her head bob up and down as simultaneously she worked her buttocks in undulating circles and her student, young Bobby Landers stood panting by the bed.
"Turn . . . turn over," groaned Joe. "I want to fuck you in the mouth with me above." He pulled at her, and slave-like she obeyed. They twisted and writhed until he was on all fours, straddling her breasts, his turgid cock still firmly fastened between her teeth. Her body was under his, spread out in writhing lewdness between his bent legs, as he leaned over her and fucked his cock voraciously into her insatiable mouth. Valerie slid her hands along his inner thighs as she continued her sucking, and great swirls of heat were building up in the unreachable depths of his balls as he watched her face working on his loins. He could see the rivulets of sweat roll in thin lines down her sides as she bucked beneath him, and the muscles of his back seemed to be ready to snap from the pressure of arching above her greedily clinging mouth.
Suddenly there was a little commotion on the bed beside her, and Valerie bent her head slightly, though never losing the stride of her sucking motion, and saw Bruce, a sadistic grin on his face, now climbing astride of the young girl, Jennifer. He took her brutally by the hair and at the same time thrust forward with his thick penis, and rammed the head again into the already wide split anus of her thirteen year-old student Jennifer Crist. The child's eyes were glazed with a wild, ecstatic film that sent a shiver of lewd, almost perverted excitement through Valerie's own naked body, and Jennifer began to gyrate her impaled young buttocks wildly back against the older man with complete abandonment.
Valerie heard Bruce croon with delight and gasp as he fucked rhythmically and without the slightest mercy deep into the soft rubbery confines of the girl's rectum. The thinly stretched skin of the tight little hole drew back with his prick, clutching it as if it didn't want him to come out, and then her white-smooth ass swallowed up his hardened cock until it was submerged with not even a half inch of it showing, its chunky, bloated head touching deep in her quaking bowels.
"00000ooooooohhhhhhhhh," the girl moaned, "OO00000000hhh, fuck it, Mr. Landers, fuck it fuck it fuck it . . ." She was moaning and adding to the joy by wildly moving her ass and hollowing her back. Valerie watched her profile, seeing her lips bared from her teeth as she smiled back at Valerie, her long hair strewn down over her sweating forehead like some mad thing, and her complexion flushed and pink like the shade of her anus.
"Oh yessssss . . ." the girl said. She rotated and squirmed, and it seemed to Valerie that she was moving closer to her, slowly attempting to slide on her knees, while still grinding back against Bruce. Valerie redoubled her efforts, wrapping her hands around the lowered shaft of Joe's cock while she sucked at the lust-hardened rod which fucked heavily into her mouth. Her tight elastic lips worked with all their might, her cheeks hollowing on every outstroke and expanding on the instroke. Joe grinned salaciously from above as he watched Jennifer edge her way closer to them and then he looked down at the unsuspecting Valerie.
Then the girl was next to Valerie, grazing the satin flesh with her body as still the giant pistoning cock of Bruce lashed into her backsides. As if knowing what was in store, he moved with the girl as she slipped down the bedspread, lower and lower, until her face gazed hungrily down on Valerie's open vagina. Then one slim hand moved forward, her other balancing her as Bruce drove into with repeated battering, and Valerie gasped with the invasion of Jennifer's fingers. Valerie felt a strange hand catch her nipple, rolling and squeezing it in a tender understanding way that only a woman could know. Her upbringing had never accepted this sort of sick thing, let alone any of the other acts she had been doing, but at the moment she began to tremble all over with the forbiddenness of the situation. Her being was unfulfilled, and she couldn't, even if she had wanted to, resist the young girl's advances.
Bruce flailed wildly at the girl's rectum, urging her onto more perverted acts with Valerie's body. "Touch," he commanded. "That's it. Let me see you feel her cunt, baby. Stick your hand in there and enjoy yourself while I fuck you back here!"
The alien fingers needed no urging. Like spiders they slithered down Valerie's body and curled their tantalizing way into the soft blonde strands of her pubic hair. And in spite of her shame, Valerie could not help but respond. She sucked voraciously at Joe's cock as the hand groveled in her crotch with tantalizing touches, running over her breasts, her sides and legs, only to return to the lubricious hole of her vagina and the tiny little anus below. Jennifer flicked a tender finger against the small puckered circle and said, "I am going to make you cum like a volcano, teacher!"
Valerie moaned through full lips, "Oh yes, yes please . . ."
Thick fluid began to spill from the corners of Valerie's reveling mouth as Joe, turning to see the action behind him, felt the rumbling cauldron of his balls about to explode. Valerie continued to suck at his cock like some wanton whore, and the thick pummeling instrument seemed to vanish into the fusion of her face as he drove with hollowing buttocks far into her gratefully accepting throat like some distended pile-driver. His coarse pubic hair caressed her nose and his balls slapped her chin in lewd unison to his strokes.
Valerie shuddered again as Jennifer put her lips to the wildly coursing cunt before her and kissed it long and tenderly. Dimly Valerie realized that Joe was about to cum and she was afraid she would strangle in her position, but still she slavered on . . .
Until Joe jerked his cock out of her mouth and held it above her starving cheeks, his fingers a contrast on the glistening huge red-eyed glans but a scant two inches from her.
"Oh no," Valerie groaned, "Please I must have it, I must!" She tried to pull him down to her, her mouth gaping at his jumping prick. But before she could close the distance, he gasped and hot white semen squirted the two inches from it directly into her widely opened mouth, the searing cavern held wide like a hungry baby bird in anticipation of what it was about to receive. The thick, quick spurts streamed like cream from a cow's udder, filling her mouth to the brim, and she swallowed, trying not to lose a drop of the boiling, lust infused potion. Her Adam's apple bobbed desperately as it tried to keep up with the hotly ejaculating penis.
As Joe's cock pumped out its remaining liquid into her hungrily swallowing mouth and throbbed into stillness, Valerie desperately lifted her head to catch the last thin streams which ran down his cock and she tried to take the deflating prick back between her lips.
"Please, oh for God's sake," she whimpered, "I'm going mad inside. Fuck me, fuck me now!"
Joe chuckled and rolled off and stretched out beside her across from the girl. "Not with my little girl to keep you warm," he said with a leer.
"Dear God," Valerie breathed. What now . . . what does he mean? I'm going out of my mind. Jennifer's . . . Joe's daughter! . . . her lickings . . . are driving me wild! And her father egging her on!
Valerie raised her head to watch in half revulsion as the young girl nestled her face in the hollow of her open thighs, and behind her kneeling body, the crude figure of Bruce humping away with increasingly savage strokes into Jennifer's tightly clenched little rectum. She let her eyes rove over the loveliness of the girl's voluptuous nakedness, and she felt the soft kisses on her skin and the hot puffs of breath on her creases and the magic tongue licking her vaginal cleft, simply licking in long strokes from top to bottom, not entering yet, but causing Valerie to raise her loins with each slow licking of her sensitive cuntal lips. Her clitoris hardened even more as it peeked out further to enjoy a grazing tickle and she hissed and squirmed and writhed insanely . . . then as suddenly as it had begun, it stopped.
Valerie couldn't stand it. She had been played with and brought along to such a peak of sexual frenzy that she had to have release! She rolled onto her stomach that was knotted with tension and several sighs of envy seemed to come from the others, who had, at different times, released their animalistic passions around Valerie. The man who'd sucked the woman off and Mike crawled over to the naked young teacher and moved Joe aside so that they could lay beside her and reached for her hands, their cocks hardened and pointing ceiling-ward.
"Christ look at them go!" Joe said.
Mike could only groan and then place the young teacher's fingers around his prick just as the man had done on the other side of her. Automatically Valerie's soft fingers closed around the cocks and began to stroke them rhythmically, massaging them up and down to the same magic tempo of Jennifer's oral fucking that continued from underneath and Bruce's sodomic perversion. Mike cupped one of Valerie's breasts as Jennifer moved her hands to spread the steaming cunt before her.
"Somebody, please fuck me!" Valerie screamed. "I need a cock! Do you hear? Oh God, somebody stick their cock in me! Please!"
"Are you really ready, baby?" Bruce laughed harshly.
"Ohhhhhh, yes, yes, I am!"
"Then raise your ass up. That's it! High!"
"Yes! Yes!" Valerie cried, as she thrust her nakedly quivering buttocks up as high as they would go.
"Get ready for the finest 15 year old fuck you ever had," Bruce said, and then he snapped out, "Bobby!"
Valerie felt the bed give and the strange presence of another weight climb on it, and suddenly she felt a clasping around her waist and a slippery hard, cock rub along her legs. Her brain reeled! Again and again the shaft danced near her spread-eagled hole, and yet it never quite made it in, and with a moan of desperation Valerie reached back and impaled her half-crazed vagina full upon it.
"Oooooooooooohhhhhhhhh," she moaned as the long thin prick soared up in her cunt, quelling the burning demon which almost tore her innards asunder. The cock burst through her belly like a bullet, and she cared not who had supplied the weapon, only that his penis was battling the hungry wet walls of her vaginal tunnel.
And then she twisted around, only this time to caress and encourage the man who had been so kind to her, and she froze!
Oh my God, she screamed inwardly . . . It's Bobby! It's Bruce's son, one of my students, who's fucking me! A low helpless wail escaped her, and she flayed her head back and forth as the brutal young cock expanded inside her cunt like a balloon. It was too late, she couldn't stop it . . . she couldn't stop herself from the rising tide of her sensations . . . he was like a hammering machine, and he was beautiful . . . absolutely the finest!
"OooooooOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH," Valerie said in muffled squeals, "I'm . . . I'm . . . going . . . going to . . . cummmmmmmm!"
"Fuck back at the boy, damn you!" shouted Bruce, "Pound that ass of yours tight up there!"
As Valerie cried out with her impending climax, Bobby suddenly gave a savage thrust deep within her entrails and let loose a stream of thickly scalding young male cum, and he flooded her vagina with jackhammer lunges full of his hotly virile sperm. Long jets of it ricocheted off the smoothness of her cuntal walls and streamed from her pussy to flow like lava down her thighs and pool in coagulated puddles on the squeaking bed below.
She came, screaming wildly from the size of her release and she heaved her buttocks back against the pounding loins of the boy as his cock continued to empty up inside her with unbelievable force. Her thighs trembled and her belly quivered as though some giant pressure was beating down upon her, and her brain reeled insanely from the sensual reactions traversing through every bone and sinew of her lust crazed system. She was in Valhalla again, beautiful Valhalla! Faintly she heard Bruce cry out guttural groans and Jennifer howl, but it was all in the background of her mind, and then she collapsed, a heavy black faint engulfing her semen filled body . . .
Chapter Eight
Sometimes the mind goes mercifully blank and will not yield up its more painful contents immediately. Valerie opened her eyes to the bright sunlight streaming through the bedroom window and at first did not realize that she was in her own room. The dresser looked alien, the lamp a stranger's, the drapes foreign. She was in bed, some bed, somewhere and her head felt terrible, her mouth caked and raw.
When she tried to move, her muscles and bones protested. At last she sat up. The bedclothes fell away from her naked torso and the pale odor of sexual aftermath hit her nostrils. Something clicked in her tired brain and she knew where she was and what had happened to her. She fell back against the pillows and thrust her screaming sobs deep into the pillows.
As the horrors of the night came roaring through her brain in three dimensional playback within the confines of her head, she wept the despair of the damned. All the tears and sobs and agony of the world seemed to be pouring from her tortured throat and eyes. It was as though she mourned the dearest person she'd ever known, taken away by a dreadful tragedy that could never be reversed. But even the grief of the damned does not stop the vital processes of a living body. At last, spent and hopeless, she dragged herself to the bathroom.
The class was already in session when she arrived. Mike was standing at the front of the big room handing out papers to the children in the upper grades while the lower division students were already working with bent heads at their desks.
"You're late, Miss Fenton. You're tardy," Cynthia Colby teased in her little clear voice.
Valerie nodded dumbly and walked slowly through the rows of children to the front of the room, looking at the floor, rather than meet Mike's eyes or those of the children. She had no idea how she could get through this terrible day but it seemed even more terrible to stay at home with only her thoughts to occupy her mind.
Bravely, she went to the front of the room and took one of the papers Mike was handing out. It was the mimeographed copy she had made of Andrew Marvell's poem TO HIS COY MISTRESS, as part of their study of the Renaissance and Elizabethan England. Mechanically, she began to read the poem aloud as she always did. Despite her lateness she must make this like any other school day for the children.
. . ."But at my back I always hear
Time's winged chariot hurrying near:
And yonder all before us lie
Deserts of vast eternity."
She read woodenly, wrapped in her frozen shell of muscle and bone though her heart was beating wildly at the words of the poet who lived so long ago and showed by his words that he too felt all the terror and pain and joy of ordinary mortals.
A commotion at the back of the room caused Valerie to look up, holding her place on the printed page with one finger as her voice died away. Three large boys were swaggering in followed by Taylor Crane. Oh God! Couldn't she even have been spared him today!
He raised one hand as though commanding her to come closer. Obediently, Valerie walked the length of the room as though walking the plank, as though all expectations would end forever when she reached him.
"Miss Fenton. You have three new students," Crane smiled maliciously. "Augie Norberg here, Ralph Campbell and Dick Lingert. The boys didn't much like continuation school and thought they'd like it better here. I felt you could handle it," he mocked sarcastically.
The boys did not look like boys to Valerie. Their beards were fully developed and grew in untidy stubble on their hard faces. My God, they must be at least 19 to 20. Continuation school was for drop outs and was taught by a tough male teacher. If he couldn't handle these students how could she be expected to? But, of course, Taylor Crane did not expect her to. It was simply another piece of strategy to prove her incompetence and the school's inefficiency.
But there was no fight left in her . . . not today. She nodded dumbly, not meeting Crane's eyes. There seemed no one's eyes that she could ever meet again . . . not after last night. "I will leave them to you," he gloated as he went out the door, his cruel lips smiling triumphantly.
The day was a nightmare and by the end of it, Valerie felt so bruised and battered emotionally that she was in a state of shock. As she had expected the "boys" Crane had brought to her had completely interrupted anything she tried to do. They had made a mockery of teaching and had left the whole class a shambles. Even Mike could not handle them and didn't even try very hard. In desperation, Valerie dismissed school early and it was a relief to everybody.
She knew she could not get through another day. When they'd gone, she automatically began cleaning out her desk. Her tired brain seized on resignation. That's what she'd do. Resign today this very afternoon . . . and never have to face this place again. Rio Sur had become her chamber of horrors. She didn't even try to plan what she'd do beyond that. In fanatic frenzy she pulled books and papers out of the drawers.
There was a sudden banging on the door which set her heart pumping frantically. Oh God! She couldn't stand any more today. Valerie rose, leaving her papers piled haphazardly, and went, reluctantly, to the door.
She opened the door. Bobby Landers stood there, a twisted grimace of a smile on his face.
"Hello there, Teach," he began.
Swinging the door, hard, she tried to slam it in his face. Bobby was too quick for her; he swung his foot forward, wedging it between the door and the jamb. He pushed the door open against her puny, woman-strength and walked boldly into the schoolroom. He was followed by the three new boys, grinning lasciviously. The last boy in closed the door.
Instant terror struck her; she shrank back away from them, looking with horrified eyes from one to the other of the four hard faced young boys.
Bobby stepped toward her while the other three lounged easily near the door. Valerie stepped backward a step, keeping her distance.
"W-what do . . . y-you want . . . ?" she managed, trying not to show her terror.
Smoothly, seductively, Bobby began, "I've been telling the boys here what a great teacher you are . . . how much you taught me last night." He grinned suggestively.
Valerie knew, then, what his angle was. She stepped back another step and said, "I don't want t-to hear it!"
Bobby moved smoothly toward her.
She shouted, her voice terror-stricken, "Don't you dare touch me! G-Get out! All of you!"
Running forward, she dodged the boy's advance and made for the door; the larger of the three boys grabbed her, easily, clamping a hand over her mouth.
"Got you, teacher baby!" he gloated.
Bobby Landers stepped up in front. of her, his ferret-eyes glinting with anger.
He grated out at her, "Now, listen, you little bitch . . . ! We're going to have a nice quiet afternoon together . . . here in your snug little school . . . And, you're going to cooperate!"
Valerie struggled in the big brute's bear-hug, attempting, desperately, to free herself. He laughed deep in his huge barrel chest.
"Don't waste your strength, Baby! You're not getting away from me!" he warned.
"Take her into the library, Augie," Bobby ordered.
Valerie felt herself deposited on the huge world map one of them jerked from the wall to throw on the floor. Augie, now bending down over her, his big hand still clasped over her mouth, grinned lewdly into her face.
"This'll be fun for you, too . . . if you want it to be!" he suggested.
Producing a wide roll of adhesive tape from his pocket, Bobby tore off a generous strip, wadded his handkerchief into a ball, and reaching down forced her jaws open with thumb and forefinger.
"O.K., Augie . . . Take your hand away! he said.
Augie removed his hand from her mouth, and Bobby stuffed the handkerchief between her teeth, quickly applying the adhesive across her lips to make an effective gag.
"This doesn't have to stay on," Bobby Landers said. "Whether it stays . . . or comes off . . . is up to you . . .!"
The girl's fear-glazed eyes, wide open, pleading with them looked up to see the four boys looking down at her, salaciously, lewdly, lasciviously, their lustful eyes devouring her voluptuous figure.
"When do we undress her . . . Bobby?" Augie asked.
"Anytime . . . Right now . . . if you want to . . ." Bobby croaked, sitting down on the floor and reaching for one of her feet, he quickly removed one, then the other of her shoes, dropping them carelessly.
God! They're actually g-going to r-rape me All four . . . of them! What can I do . . .?" Oh, God! . . . hear me . . . ! Hear my prayer! I'm so alone . . . and so helpless! Please . . .? Help me! Oh, HELP ME!
Augie reached down to the neck opening of her blouse, his big hand grabbing the thin material, his brown eyes dancing lewdly in his head. He chortled, "Hot damn! I've always wanted to do this to a teacher!" His hand slashed downward, ripping her blouse to shreds; again, and again, he grasped and ripped until he had it all off, the torn pieces of material scattered around the room like confetti.
Meanwhile, Bobby had unhooked and unzipped her skirt, hauling it down over her legs, roughly, exposing the tapering golden columns to their sex crazed gaze. Valerie kept her legs clamped tight together. She knew what the sight of her body was doing to these boys, but she could do nothing to turn them off. She looked up at the one called Ralph. He stood as though he were mesmerized, gazing intently at her loins, the whiteness of her panties, with thin strands of soft blonde pubic hair curling out, somehow holding him entranced.
The other one, Dick leaned over her, a long switchblade knife in his hands. Valerie screamed, the gag making it silent, as he used the knife, the blade chill against her crawling flesh; he slipped the knife expertly under the straps of her brassiere, the keen edge severing them like butter; then a third time, between the cups, his knife snicked, and he plucked the bra from her, exposing the magnificent, full, rounded orbs of her breasts to the four rape-bound boys.
Bobby Landers reached to the waistband of her panties; he started to tear them from her, ripping them to shreds.
Valerie felt so cold and exposed, the terror pounding in her veins, her chest heaved, her breasts moving up and down, provocatively, as she gasped for breath, the gag in her mouth feeling nauseous to her, and her head flailed from side to side with her desperation.
Bobby came to sit on the floor next to her, his hand reaching out, casually, to fondle a breast, his fingers massaging and kneading, his thumb and forefinger rolling the coral nipple until it was hard and spiky.
"Don't fight it, teacher baby . . . We've got a lot of time . . ." he grinned lewdly.
As she crouched there on the wood floor, stiff with shock, the cold reality of the situation suddenly hit her. She was going to be raped! Raped by a gang of vicious youths who thought and acted like animals and had little compassion or feeling towards her or any other human being. Her buttocks quivered convulsively from the terrifying thought of what her fate was to be in a few short minutes. Her eyes skipped over the boys' faces and she saw no mercy or reprieve in their expressions, only undisguised bestial passion.
"If I let you loose and take off that gag . . . will you promise not to scream or run away . . ." he asked.
Her bobbing head up and down told her acquiescence to his demands, and he leaned forward to rip the adhesive tape from her lips. She spat out the handkerchief.
"You little bastard!" she shot at him, and licked at her lips where the tape had made them raw.
Dick guffawed. "That's it baby . . . show a little spunk!"
Bobby's face had crimsoned, but Dick's remark turned his anger, the twisted grin returning to his face.
"Yeah . . . that's right . . . a little fight'll make it more fun!" he agreed.
Valerie sat up rubbing her mouth where the tape had chafed her, cruelly.
Ralph spoke up, now, from where he stood in the corner. "It's about time for a drink . . . isn't it boys?"
"Yeah . . . teacher'll have one with us too! Get some glasses! Should be some paper cups in there."
Bobby looked over at Augie, who had sat down beside Valerie and was running his big paw of a hand over her full, pouting breasts, appreciatively, feeling their soft, silkiness as he teased a coral tipped nipple to involuntary erectness under his thumb and forefinger, and said, "Christ! You ever see such tits?"
Shivering inwardly, Valerie tolerated the big youth's caresses. She had already faced her point of decision, passed it, her mind made up that there was nothing she could do to delay or escape her fate. Resignedly, fatalistically, she had decided she would have to do their bidding; her cooperation would assure that she would not be hurt . . . or killed. Now, she waited, eagerly, for Ralph to return with glasses. They had brought liquor with them! That's what she needed to dull the shame and humiliation rising in her helpless body.
Having raised both nipples to spiky hardness, Augie used his mouth, sucking up the entire aureole; he used his tongue and the roof of his mouth to nurse at a breast, the suction becoming increasingly painful, until, suddenly, again that unexplainable, now familiar warmth flowed out, permeating her breasts, racing through her belly and igniting a flame in her loins. She moaned with the horrible pleasure of it, her hand stealing up to his neck to pull his massive shaggy head in close to her.
What's happening to me . . .? God! That feels wonderful! His mouth . . . just his mouth on my breast . . . is making me hot all over again! It's wrong . . . so wrong! I shouldn't be reacting to a . . . a stranger like this! But, I feel so . . . sexy . . . and wanton . . . almost like I want them to . . . f-fuck me! Oh, Dear Lord! Forgive me! I don't want this! This way I'm . . . a . . . whore! A whore! Am I? Am I a whore? Oh, Dear God! I'd rather die!
Her hips began to undulate, almost imperceptibly at first, and the muscles of her thighs relaxed, allowing them to fall open an inch or two. Bobby, watching, saw and his hand went out to travel the full length of her soft inner thigh, caressing, kneading and teasing, arriving, finally, at the closed, pink slit, and with a deep shameful groan from her lips, her beautiful, gilded thighs, the smooth, tanned skin forming little goose-bumps, splayed open to his plundering hand. His finger dipped lightly into the thinly trembling slit below, viscous, pearly moisture melting it as he teased the tip up through her open defenseless furrow to the enshrinement of her clitoris within the soft, palpitating flesh of her golden, hair-lined cunt.
Ralph came bustling into the room carrying five stacked paper cups. Bobby looked up at him, his face twisting into his horrible grin.
"What the hell took you so long." he laughed.
"Shut up. I had to find 'em!"
The broad-faced Ralph took a bottle of bourbon from his pocket and poured, carefully, handing a cup to Valerie, first.
"Here you are, teacher . . ." he laughed lasciviously.
"Thank you . . ."
When they all had their drinks in hand, Ed raised his glass and smiled evilly at them, "A toast . . . to our new teacher!"
Bobby giggled and drank; Augie and Ralph clinked glasses with Dick and grinned; Valerie took a large swallow, gasping as the potent whiskey slid down her throat. She wanted it only for the alcohol; she knew it would make her coming ordeal easier.
Valerie drained her glass, quickly, and held it out for a refill. Ralph understood. When Bobby did not reach for the bottle, he did, giving her an extra finger's depth, for good measure.
"There!" Ralph said. "That'll deaden things a little for you."
Rising to his feet, Augie spat, "All right! Enough of this crap! Drink that down, Baby . . . You're going to get fucked . . . but good!
Dick laughed. "On with the show!"
"No, please!" she gasped, shaking her head violently from side to side, as if the intensity of her protest could stem the inevitable cruelty of the attack. But Valerie knew it was in vain and her protestations were muffled by Ralph's hand as he stepped behind her, clapping one hand over her mouth and grasping her shoulder with the other. Augie stepped into place between her thighs, pushing her legs brutally apart. She stared fixedly into the pitiless brown eyes of the youth, her brain struggling for the proper words of entreaty. Dick and Bobby pulled her shoulders down to the floor, pinioning her arms out until now she was spread-eagled before Augie who knelt before her looking down, hands on hips, hovering menacingly over her helpless form.
"Shit man," Augie chuckled to Bobby, "if you weren't my new found friend, I sure would like to tear off a little piece of this right now. Look at that tight little pussy squirm!"
"Go on, man!" Bobby urged the other boy. "Loosen her up for me. She just doesn't know how much she's gonna like this. Lick her cunt!" The word cunt triggered them and they started tearing off clothes and flinging them in all directions.
Augie gazed down at the long tanned thighs that merged into the tender pink lips of the young voluptuous teacher's cunt, his eyes bulging with hot uncontrolled desire. Moving his hands under the full rounded cheeks of her buttocks, he placed his thumbs on either side of the soft hair-lined cleft between them and pressed out gently. Her buttocks clenched together against the pressure he was exerting, but her muscles slowly tired, bit by bit, relaxing until he had pulled the lips of her cunt wide apart, straining open her thighs until the painfully stretched muscles ached. Bringing his face down to the same level with the thin blonde hair-lined fold of flesh that covered her vagina, he could see a slight moisture forming and glistening as the protectively closed lips slipped wider apart.
The boy gazed greedily for a moment and then with an animal like groan. he dropped his head and buried the full length of his long slippery tongue snake-like into the warm throbbing walls of her naked pussy.
Valerie jerked a tortured moan escaping from deep in her chest. Tears streamed in tiny rivulets as the helplessness of her position leapt through her confused mind. She tried to struggle to her elbows. determined to stop the lewd outrages he was perpetrating on her naked body, but the sudden sight of the other boys grinning in vicious triumph above her choked back the sound of protest rising from her throat. There was no hope, she knew, and the only way to get out of this room without being hurt more was by submitting to their obscene demands. Still, her naked buttocks ground down into the paper map on the cold hard floor, trying to escape the boy's maddening assault on her secret genitals. She forced her head up, her eyes wide in terror to see him hunched on all fours between her wide-spread thighs, grinning up at her between her proud, upstanding breasts like a beast of prey ready to pounce on its helpless victim. The pink, moist flesh of her naked vagina was presented up to his leering face in defenseless sacrifice, and he drew her tiny, now erect clitoris wetly into his hot, moist mouth. He nibbled at it with the sharp tips of his teeth until she cried out in pain. His head moved lower and his mouth and tongue worked at the wide-spread tightness of her cunt. With eyes opened wide in arrogant delight, he watched the contortions of her face up through the quivering mounds of her breasts. He was waiting, they were all waiting for the first signs of total surrender they were so certain would momentarily come.
She groaned over and over to herself in open humiliation, her head falling back to the floor, rolling helplessly from side to side, while his tongue speared in and out of her involuntarily dilating cunt-lips. Random crazy pictures of last night flickered through her mind as she heard the vile wet sucking noises Augie was making down between her open legs. Valerie had never felt so alone and helpless in her life, but she clung to the last vestige of her dignity, vowing that even if she were to be raped and humiliated, she would not allow herself to be aroused by these beastly young teenage ruffians.
The boy's eyes remained locked on her face as he continued the torturing thrusts of his long slippery tongue into her vagina. He watched the helpless tears falling over her cheeks, feeling cruel satisfaction with his actions. Before they were through, she would be crawling on her knees begging for more.
In spite of her terror and revulsion at the frightening offenses being perpetrated on her vulnerable genitals, Valerie felt tiny wisps of pleasure begin to purl deep down in her belly, and her firm round breasts seemed swollen and sensitive as they jiggled sensuously from the tonguing her lower body was undergoing.
She clenched her eyes shut, fighting the wild whirlpools of lewd sensation that were building in her loins. She knew she must not succumb as she had the last night to the instinctive betrayal of her body.
Suddenly, the ravaging lips lifted from her burning cunt and the young hands no longer pinioned her legs. Dear God, she had been delivered!
Smiling salaciously, he drawled, "Teacher, it's gonna be a real pleasure to fuck you. Why, Miss Fenton," he chuckled menacingly, "Just take it from a student, there's nothing worse than a teacher who can't throw a good fuck."
Overcome with dread, Valerie cringed back to the floor. From somewhere among the grinning faces that seemed to fill her vision, Valerie heard Bobby's voice.
"Man, she's a wild one. You sure you can handle that, Augie?"
"Baby, by the time I'm finished with her, you'll know what wild really means. She'll be so wound up, you'll have to fight her off!"
Augie crouched down between her wide splayed legs, leaning over to fasten his teeth harshly into the nipple of her heaving left tit. She groaned in pain, attempting to twist away from the sudden sharp torture, but her shoulders were held painfully to the floor. The boy's lips roamed wetly over the creamy-white mounds, causing a blissful shock that descended feather-like to her naked genitals.
"Oh, no, please! Don't do it to me anymore!" she pleaded through her tears of shame and humiliation.
Augie moved back, squatting between her slightly parted legs and she could feel his hands beginning to stretch open her thighs, working up to her totally unprotected pussy. Her body arched up as she felt his thumbs on the soft pink lips of her vagina, spreading them wider and wider apart. She shuddered as Augie's middle finger pushed between the soft protective folds of the young fleece-lined flesh surrounding her vagina, moaning pitifully as his finger wormed its way into the now wet and open passageway. He rolled his finger in tiny growing circles deeper and deeper between her legs.
The faint flickering of arousal she had felt before began to grow to a delicious electrical sensation, rippling gently in tiny waves along her back and down her legs. Tears of humiliation cascaded warmly down her face as she found herself reacting involuntarily to the maddening caresses of her open genitals. She was wet between her legs and found her hips suddenly squirming in mindless response to the light teasing of his fingers.
Valerie gasped and caught her breath as the finger that had enlarged and stretched the now-lubricated walls of her vagina slipped wetly out with a moist sucking sound. She felt exhausted and could no longer find the strength to resist the vile monstrous fondling of her secret parts that she had kept virginal with puritanical New England restraint for twenty-five years.
Suddenly, Augie was kneeling above her, his long heavy cock jutting over her trembling loins like a loaded cannon ready to explode. The boy leaned over and she felt the large bulbous head of the vulgar instrument moving up and down in the wide-spread slit of her vagina, parting the soft resilient pubic hair in preparation for the vaginal splitting entry she knew was coming. She tried to close her legs, but the boy pushed them open, holding them cruelly apart with his knees.
"Hold her tight, you guys! I just gotta get into that tight little pussy!" the youth gasped, as he rested one hand over her shoulder to support himself and, with the other, grasped his huge pulsating cock.
Valerie's head fell back to the floor, her eyes shut tightly against the lurid picture of the young student aiming his lustfully throbbing cock toward the helplessly cringing little passageway up between her legs. The pole-like shaft was large, she knew it would stretch her narrow slit asunder. She held her breath for what seemed to be an eternity, petrified in utter subjugation under him, as she felt the first soft electrical contact against the sensitive coral-lipped opening of her involuntarily flowing pussy.
"Oh, noooo! You're hurting me," she finally whimpered as the tip found the opening in the swollen lips of her cunt and gently thrust inside. It was a tentative gesture at first, but when he met his first resistance, he pushed forward harder. She felt as though her thighs were splitting apart from the unbearable pressure.
She was suddenly screaming incoherently as the lust-crazed youth wormed the blood-gorged head in another tortured inch. She jerked open her eyes and saw the evil sadistic grin above her. Good God, he was killing her and he was reveling in it! He was relishing the sight of her suffering beneath the cruelty of his slow, relentless penetration of her helplessly exposed cunt. He pressed forward again, flexing his buttocks with all his strength against the virginal resistance of her newly-violated cunt, until suddenly . . . it gave.
He came down heavily upon her, his weight flattening her breasts against her ribs. His long sleek cock rammed into her cunt with a roaring fury, pushing the soft moist flesh of her vaginal walls in helpless rippling waves before it. Finally with a loud groan, his pelvis slammed against hers, his balls slapping heavily into the upturned cheeks of her ass. His thick hard cock was sunk to its fullest depth in her helplessly quivering belly as she felt the hardness of the smooth rubbery head pressed deep against her cervix. Her vaginal passage felt as if his plundering rod had ripped it into a thousand tiny shreds when he speared into her without mercy or thought of hurting her, battering and smashing all before it. Valerie's quiet moans of pain and humiliation went unheeded and unheard. There was no reason to struggle or fight anymore, he had conquered her. There wasn't one tiny ridge of flesh on his penis that she could not feel as it pressed tight against the soft flesh walls of her cunt. The savage prick was enclosed in the moist warm sheath like a sword sliced cruelly into its piteous victim's belly. She lay still, afraid to move for fear of the additional pain it might bring.
Hot breath saturated her nostrils as the boys named Ralph and Dick, leaned closer over her trembling body. Their faces hung within inches of her exciting nakedness, watching as if hypnotized by the raping of the voluptuous young teacher by this big brute who had skewered into her soft flesh in fiendish delight. Then, she was dimly aware of the one called Ralph's, clutching hands, squeezing and massaging her tender left breast, clawing at every part of her he could reach, while Dick's hand seemed to come out of nowhere to pinch at her full ripe right one, digging angrily and sadistically.
To her surprise, the pain lessened as she felt her soft vaginal passage expanding further. Suddenly, Augie flexed his huge member inside her vagina, reviving the excruciating anguish to an even greater degree.
"Told you I'd stretch that tight little pussy of yours, baby," he tormented, flexing the punishing instrument with diabolical cunning.
"Aaaaaggghhh!" she groaned, her face contorted in pain from the inhuman, agonizing impalement. Over her, the boy grinned in lewd enjoyment of the agonized expression on her face.
"Good . . . ain't it?" he panted, leering over her.
The mammoth cock swelled again and her body felt on fire with the pain that racked her wide stretched body like bolts of flesh-searing lightning. "Oh yes!" she cried, afraid he would hurt her more.
"Then, beg for it, bitch!" he spat out at her. "Say it! Say it, tell me to fuck you!"
"No-No, no . . . I just can't," she stumbled. She fought with all her strength and courage against this final humiliation that these young boys, like the men who had fucked her before, were trying to force upon her. "Haven't you done enough?"
The boy just grinned down at her in depraved satisfaction, and heaved his pelvis forward with all his strength, somehow burying his massive rod of flesh another half inch in her tortured vagina.
"Ooooo God! Oh. fuck me! Fuck me!" she hissed, her resistance broken by the pain and helplessness of the situation. Her humiliation and degradation were complete. She would never be the same again. Suddenly nothing mattered but the monstrous swollen prick that had battered into her. She felt a strange thrill of masochistic pleasure as the pain slowly diminished and she felt the tight narrow passage widening slightly.
Augie began a slow teasing rotation of his rigid cock deep inside her womb. As though her body were severed from her mind, Valerie's hips began swaying in involuntary reaction. Lewd flames of desire were coursing through her veins and she no longer bore the will to fight it. She was about to surrender totally to this boy lying between her open legs, and the mere thought sent chills running along the base of her spine.
As Augie's rocklike member pistoned into her in savage assault, Valerie's body began to twitch and writhe beneath him and she groaned incessantly up into the moistness of his mouth, shoving her tongue with a sudden complete abandon deep into his throat. Faint mewls of passionate, servile acceptance rose from deep in her chest, her face twisted with newly-awakened passion, mouth working, neck muscles corded, a light sweat bursting out on her forehead under the now disheveled pale blonde hair.
The pain had faded and her legs on either side of the impaling staff of flesh were jerking and quivering through the air in uncontrolled abandon. Her tortured mind had blanked out all but thoughts of the indecently delicious sensations of lying beneath this strong youth who had taken her to fuck against her will. Suddenly, she wanted only to give back to him what he was giving her.
She felt Augie slide his hands down over her torso and under the soft smooth globes of her moving buttocks, grasping them harshly, one in each hand as he began to move with greater frenzy. She flexed and unflexed the muscles beneath his fingers as he jerked her hips roughly upward. As she pulled back her thighs, the moist wet hole of her cunt flowered open to greedily welcome his cock to greater and greater depths.
"Jack me off!"
Valerie suddenly heard Ralph's harsh command through a haze of her own lust and degradation. Trancelike, she looked up to see the boy kneeling next to her head, his heavily throbbing penis standing erect not six inches from her face. She was unable to speak, to loosen her grip from the obscene trap she was in as he knelt beside her.
"Take me in your hand, bitch!" he rasped again, his legs wide-spread before her cringing face, close to her ears. "No, don't touch it!" he recanted, a cruel sadistic idea lighting his eyes "Suck me!" he hissed, pushing the lewdly pulsating head even closer toward her face. "Kiss my prick! Suck it, teacher, that's what I want!"
As Augie's virily hardened young cock fucked in and out of her cunt below with a slow hypnotizing rhythm, she gazed up at the glistening white length that hovered above her face. Then, without hesitation, without thought., she twisted her head and licked the tip of the rigidly pulsating cock. Its distinctive male sex taste sent uncontrollable tremors through her.
Though her neck ached from the strain of the awkward position, she gradually explored Ralph's cock with her tongue. She grazed its smooth, rubbery head with her teeth, tickling the tiny hole with the point of her tongue, then brought her mouth down to the softly dangling sacs of his heated young sperm, the wiry hairs tickling her tongue as her warm saliva dripped along the organ. She went wild with the erotic new sensations, thrilling to the unexpectedly pleasant taste of his fresh young cock and testicles.
The sweating Augie slaved above her, breaking into long deep strokes that tore his cock almost all the way from her clasping vagina, then thrust forward into her uplifted buttocks until she could hear the loud smacks of his balls slapping down against the nakedly open crevice of her anus. Without warning, she felt Augie's fingers crawling down the cleft of her ass toward the tiny target, the small puckered hole cradled defenselessly below, flirting teasingly with it like a small hard tongue. He pushed into it with a sudden quick movement, and gasping at the new and unexpected pain, she felt the soft rubbery flesh yield before his attack. Though she moaned in painful protest, inadvertently freeing Ralph's cock from her mouth, the boy thrust harder, working his finger around inside, stretching the tight surrounding ring wider and wider. A second finger forced its way in, and the groans of painful subjugation gave way to softer moans of pleasure as her tiny rectum slowly became accustomed to the strange unnatural invasion. She wantonly screwed back on his probing fingers as the boy methodically probed the warm rubbery depths. Hopelessly impaled between his hard throbbing cock in her vagina and his fingers shoved in her asshole, she turned her head away from Ralph's cock as the boy tried to push it once more into the warm moist cavern of her mouth.
"Hey, man, let's turn her over!" she heard Ralph whisper in breathless impatience. "The bitch won't give me any!"
"Yeah, baby, that's wild," Augie said in lascivious approval. "Roll over, bitch. We're gonna give you a cock sandwich!"
Valerie groaned in humiliation and frustration as Augie ceased in mid-stroke and lifted off of her.
"Turn over," he brutally commanded her, pushing the naked young teacher's battered body over on her stomach. He grabbed impatiently at her hips and helped her to her knees. She rested, panting for a moment on all fours, her buttocks waving high in the air and her face resting on the map covered floor.
"Come on . . . you guys. For Christ's sake . . . she's my teacher too!" Bobby suddenly snarled. "Move. I get in on this too . . . and I know where I want to be!" In a flash, the boy slid under Valerie's subserviently kneeling body and insinuated himself under her, his prick poling up like a young bull's. Reaching up he grabbed her hips and impaled her open vagina with one deft stroke onto his burgeoning virile young manhood. His eyes closed ecstatically as he felt the hotly dripping cunt mouth close over his aching throbbing shaft and he grated out between clenched teeth, bared by his tight lips, "Okay, boys. Let 'er buck!"
Augie mounted her rapidly from behind, cruelly shoving the long hard cock deep into her defenseless, but already once broken in, rectum, causing her to jump forward in surprise at the sudden lunge. Her face ran head-on to Ralph's waiting cock that rammed without warning into Valerie's mouth. The boy kneeling before her on the floor, his knees on either side of Bobby's head grasped both sides of her head vise-like between his strong calloused hands and held it firmly. He fucked into her face viciously, and Valerie gagged as using her mouth as he would a cunt, he rammed the hard fleshy shaft half-way down her throat, the full length disappearing into her roundly ovaled lips almost to the hilt.
Suddenly her hand was wrapped around Dick's huge young cock at the side and he began whimpering and thrusting, fucking his throbbing shaft into her hotly perspiring hand.
"Oh, nooooo . . ." she groaned in disbelief as they buffeted her back and forth like a rag doll between them, using her helpless body like a helpless receptacle in which they would pump their lewd, heated sperm. But then, the very helplessness of her position came to her mind and the idea of being fucked brutally by four excited boys at the same time aroused her, reviving the great hunger she had felt only moments before. She began to thrust her buttocks in tiny luxuriant circles, clenching with her anal passage at Augie's imbedded rod and then rocking forward, clasping with her cunt muscles at the hot fleshy pole burrowing into her pussy from below. And all of a sudden, in spite of her puritanical upbringing, she wanted to have it all, to flood her insides with their hot sticky cum, until it splashed down onto her straining thighs. She sucked ravenously at the prick in her mouth, her cheeks hollowing and puffing with his cruel battering and pulled savagely on the prick in her hand. She wanted it to explode into her mouth, to taste the warm, living sperm and feel it rolling down her throat. She was no longer human but a great mass of quivering sensual flesh, unable to think, only feel and feel more.
The young boy behind her grasped her hips, quickening his pace, hot and pulsating and deep, and the tormenting agony of pleasure caused her to push back against his heaving loins with all her strength. The plane of her loins was held high, wide open to the pile-driving thrusts of his pelvis as he smacked brutally into her. She was a bundle of loose nerve ends, jarred beyond recall by the exquisite sensation prickling in her asshole and the overpoweringly magnificent pressure building within her cunt.
"Oh, oh, yesssssss!" she chanted around the rampaging cock now locked tightly in her mouth, her lovely young face contorted to an unrecognizable mask of wildly abandoned passion.
She knew that this was it! It was more powerful than she had ever imagined and all these years she had been denying herself!
The youths grunted and groaned as they thrust into the open orifices at each end of her helpless young body, driving their cocks as if to meet somewhere deep inside her belly . . . Valerie's body drove on, her breasts quivering as her body was buffeted back and forth between the quadruple ravishment. There was nothing else in the world, no tomorrow, no yesterday, no job, no students, nothing but this deep dark dream of lust and flesh, of belly slapping against head, pubic hair against pubic hair.
She groaned as if in anguish, squealing in intense passion. Her body arched and she clasped tightly to Augie's heaving muscular buttocks with one hand. Suddenly, with the rising storm of her own orgasm, she felt the cock fucking into her from below, swelling and throbbing. Bobby's virile young hardness ground into her exposed clitoris, causing her to tremble convulsively, jerking forward to bury the other cock deep in her madly sucking mouth and then back onto the one skewering mercilessly in her rectum.
Then the cock fucking into her face burst wildly in her mouth with its pungent male liquid, her cheeks expanded like a balloon to keep herself from gagging on the floods of sperm that jetted deep into her throat. Small droplets trickled from the corners of her mouth as she swallowed madly, fearful of losing even a drop of the precious fluid.
As Ralph's deflated penis slipped from her still hungrily sucking lips, she screwed her buttocks back hard against the driving cock in her rectal passage, and with a scream from between tightly clenched teeth, felt her own body ready to explode like a thousand tiny fire crackers.
Ralph groaned, "Son-of-a-bitch! I thought I'd never stop cumming!"
Dick leaned close to watch from his kneeling position, as Valerie's hand beat now closer and closer.
"Man! She can really eat cock . . . can't she . . . ? Dick said to no one in particular.
Looking over at him, Ralph gasped, "Why in the hell don't you move in . . . and let her suck it for you! Here . . . trade places with me!"
With a grateful moan, Dick moved in and holding his prick with his hand guided it to her waiting, sperm-glistening lips poising just below her mouth. He advanced the last inch. It brushed her lips. She kissed the swollen head, lightly, and Dick gasped; next, she extended her tongue and laved the head, licking it all around like a child at an ice-cream cone on a hot summer day. Dick's breathing became hard, raspy.
"Oh, God! That feels good!"
Involuntarily, he thrust his hips up at her face, the head of his giant cock popping through her lips and into her mouth. Valerie closed her lips over it and began to suck, using her already semen-slickened tongue in tiny teasing swirls around the throbbing head; then with slow, measured strokes, she moved her head up and down, absorbing him only as far as she could. She heard him begin to gasp louder and faster, and she began to speed her working mouth on him.
Meanwhile, the searing sensations in her wildly, seething cunt were building to unbearable tension as young Bobby Landers began to pound his hardened cock into her with even more powerful and longer strokes.
Valerie's happiness knew no bounds! She was filled with cock! A marvelous instrument was filling her cuntal passage; a massive tool was in her sensitive mouth; another was grinding around deep up in her inhumanly stretched anal passage. God! It was wonderful.
Now, she became aware that Dick was reaching his climax. Suddenly, he reached out to her, tangled his fingers in her hair and began to move her head faster, ramming her lips farther down on his jerking cock with each down stroke. His loins began to move, drubbing his rod up into her mouth with wild abandon.
He came! From somewhere deep down in his chest, a deep grunting sound began, changing to a rising wail as he neared the point of ejaculation; then he was spewing his load into her mouth, the viscous liquid literally jetting from the slit in the head to fill her mouth. She gulped and wildly swallowed it all to join deep in the hungrily absorbing pit of her belly that of the first boys.
"000000oooooh!" he screamed. "Oh, Christ!" He slumped back onto the floor.
He pulled his deflating cock out of Valerie's mouth, a long string of semen clinging to it.
Bobby began plunging without mercy into her hotly steaming cunt. He had begun to race for his orgasm.
Valerie strained over him, arching herself off and then down to push her loins onto him, her cunt grinding down on his hardened slippery cock, with each thrust, countering him, straining to absorb all of him into her. There was nothing in the world but this for her. She wanted it to go on forever.
Her senses were shattered by the strength of her climax when it came to her. She held her breath, as great convulsive spasms of welcome relief exploded inside and enveloped her, and she was transported to a strange land of wildly flashing colors and clashing noises. "Oooooooh God!" she ground out in her passion. "I'm cumming! Oh God, I'm cumming!"
Augie rammed into her without mercy, coming to his own orgasm in a crescendo of furiously hard thrusts, the viscid milk of his sex rushing through him, hose-like, to jet into the warmly, moist depths of her tender walled rectal channel. He collapsed on top of her panting for breath.
"0000000000000000hhhhhhhhhhhhhh! OOooooohhhhhhhh! FFUUUUUUCCCCCCKKKK ITTTT!" Valerie screamed as her womb flooded and her arching convulsing body jerked on wildly. She climaxed again and again, soaring on the wave afterward of incredible sensation that flooded her like ravaging tides eating away the shore.
She lay panting and gasping for breath, a deflated and defeated mass of helplessly quivering, well fucked female flesh. Dimly she was aware of leave taking, young cocks, deflated and spent pulled from the nakedness of her sperm-flooded body and she was alone. Her eyes fluttered open to find herself lying on the crumpled map of the world all spotted now with the thick white pools of her debauchery with the four young students.
Chapter Nine
The vast new forum hall at Monte Mar High School was filled to capacity for the regular school board meeting. The large audience of parents shuffled and whispered noisily as the board rambled through the agenda before them. Taylor Crane looked out over the audience, surveying his domain.
As the interminable business of the meeting dragged on, the audience became more and more restless. At last the board chairman, Martin Smith cleared his throat and began to read.
"Fellow Board members, Dr. Crane. The next item is the proposal to close Rio Sur School. As you know this is our only remaining one room school house. It seems obvious that this is a holdover from earlier times. We no longer live in a rural agricultural society and while our other schools have flourished and benefited from up to date methods, equipment and teachers, this one school has been neglected and allowed to deteriorate. I would like to put forward that this school is an aging eyesore that drags down the whole system. We inherited it from earlier boards who simply pushed the problem under the rug. I feel it's time we did something about it."
"Wait a minute. My kid went there!" A tall man rose to his feet shouting. "Miss Fenton helped him get a scholarship to a good college. She may be an old fashioned teacher but what's wrong with that? Just cause things are new don't make them better."
The uproar began. Taylor Crane watched and waited as it swirled around him. The emotional parents screeched loud and long and as usual, no one came up with a single valid argument to back up their statements of passionate loyalty to Valerie Fenton. It became painfully obvious that, with Crane's help, that the district was, in effect, supporting a private school for special students, at the expense of the entire system.
"Gentlemen," Taylor Crane stood up to his full height and looked around, waiting for the angry voices to cease. When the large room was absolutely quiet, he said in a calm and reasonable voice, "I should like to submit my report on the matter to the board." He handed around the typed report to the board members. "My recommendation, as you can see, is to close the school. I believe my findings are in order. The cost benefit analysis gives us the picture pretty clearly. Even if it did not, may I say that I feel there is no way to bring this school into the programs we have in progress in the other schools. That in effect we would be keeping open an aging, outmoded unit as a costly memorial to what some of the parents feel is an irreplaceable teacher. Gentlemen, I think you will agree that none of us are indispensable. In fact, it simply isn't good business to have any one teacher who cannot willingly and eagerly be assigned to any school in the district. No other teacher would have Rio Sur. So, should something happen to Miss Fenton, we would be forced to close Rio Sur anyway. I propose we do it now. I propose we adjourn to executive session and discuss the reports at this time."
When the board returned from their private executive session twenty minutes later, most of the audience had gone home. The verdict had become clear in the course of Taylor Crane's few well chosen words.
The chairman of the board rapped his gavel for attention even though the audience that was left was already quiet. "The board has voted unanimously to close Rio Sur School. Students living in the area will be bussed to town schools at the district expense and absorbed into other schools."
Valerie sat listlessly staring out the window of her living room. She knew there was the fatal school board meeting tonight but nothing and no one seemed to matter anymore. The school and all her ambitions and hopes seemed very far away, a memory from another life lived very long ago.
When the phone rang late in the evening, she stared at it stupidly, not knowing at first why it shrilled. Finally she picked it up. Her face emotionless she heard the news from Taylor Crane's own lips. It no longer seemed to have anything to do with her. The triumph in his voice was wasted on her. For the old Valerie Fenton no longer existed. She had been buried along with her rigid New England background, buried somewhere in the depths of the body of her new counterpart.
"Thank you for calling," Valerie muttered dutifully into the phone and hung it back in its niche.
Closing the school had only been a formality. The new Valerie Fenton would never teach again.
It was not a calling that would excite her nor would she feel fit to ever influence young minds again.
Idly she wandered around the cottage, looking at everything as though they were artifacts from a long ago age. A piece of paper stuck out of a book. She pulled it out and stood looking down at it for long minutes. The words leaped out at her and branded her mind with their rightness. They pointed the way to her new life.
. . ."then worms shall try
That long-preserved virginity,
And your quaint honor turn to dust,
And into ashes all my lust.
The grave's a fine and private place,
But none, I think, do there embrace."
It was true. Valerie Fenton, old fashioned teacher, had been living for twenty-five years in the grave of her own repression and no one had ever truly embraced her there. But in the past few days she had climbed out of that grave and embraced a new life. Bruce Landers had pulled her out of it.
The book and mimeographed paper fell from her hand as Valerie went to the closet and pulled down a coat to throw around her shoulders. The lights still glowed as she ran out the door, started her car and turned it down the road toward the canyon. Embraces awaited her, eager young arms to keep her from ever falling back in the grave.
