The psychological consideration had become so much a part of our thinking in the twentieth century due to the pioneering work of Freud and Jung, Adler and Horner that it has to a large extent become an attitude we take for granted. Even our entertainments are slanted and colored by the wide dissemination of psychological lore. Thus we have psychological westerns and psychological mysteries and even existential paintings.
But the most familiar place in the arts has been accorded the psychological novel. Recess Time is such a novel but uses both old and new techniques of the form in quite unique and startling combinations. The result is a candid and shocking novel that may offend the traditionalist but even that reader will be titillated and enlightened by Carlotta Graham's skillful use of symbol and myth.
The myth, like the cliche, exists only because it communicates a special order of truth. In this boldly dynamic work several myths are revealed and rewoven to a new pattern of social acceptance.
One particularly persistent myth through the ages is the belief that women invariably wish to keep their illegitimate offspring and suffer great hardships to do so. The father is generally believed to be totally disinterested in the child and rejects all responsibility for it. Andrew Campbell, assistant principal at Patterson High School is the father in this novel who proves this myth can be quite erroneous, as it is he who takes on the job of raising his son after the boy's mother had rejected him even before he was born.
Peggy Nichols, a divorced and disillusioned young teacher, trying to leave behind an agonizing past, is the heroine who knows better than Campbell what a virile young adolescent needs . . . and it is not someone to replace the absent mother, despite the popular psychological opinion that mothering is the most basic need of every growing boy.
A good marriage relationship which she's failed at before is not Peggy's salvation as she's been led to expect by the false mores of popular society. Instead she finds that the joys of teaching can embrace the mythical older woman-younger man relationship celebrated in the plays of Shaw and Ibsen.
In an emboldened tapestry of love and hate, duty and irresponsibility, sex and sympathy Carlotta Graham has woven a new pattern which may indeed hang as a masterpiece and a model for new psychological drama in the minds of free spirits. The events depicted in this novel which occur in the halls of Patterson High School may well be happening in various schools all over America. If they are, then new life styles, new hopes and perhaps new artists to shape the world of tomorrow may be the result.
The Publishers
CHAPTER ONE
The chalky white road twisted upward in lazy curves following the contours of the hill. Sunlight filtered through the dusky gray green leaves of the live oaks that thickly lined the road. Air hung so still that it was almost visible, and the lazy silence was everywhere except for the sound of the little blue car chugging along in low gear. Bees and flies buzzed in purposeful swarms over the last of the blackberries in occasional gullies along the white rock roadway.
Andrew Campbell glanced at the new teacher sitting beside him on the car seat. She smiled faintly and stretched, the long line of her shapely white thighs provocative in the plaid shorts that barely covered the sleek hips and softly rounded buttocks. A matching plaid halter hid very little of the creamy mounds of her generous breasts or the delicate skin of her taut rib cage and waist. In his gut Andrew felt the familiar tightening, a prelude to the inevitable erection he got every time he was close to Peggy Nichols. Christ! She was sex personified.
Ever since he first laid eyes on her a month ago in the office of Patterson High School, where he was assistant principal, Andrew had hardly thought of anything but the incredibly beautiful Peggy. Even when he slept she invaded his dreams. All the things he wanted to do awake, he did in the privacy of his dream life with the lovely young teacher who'd become his particular obsession. Well, by God, the time for dreams was over! He wanted more than the shifting inadequate color pictures that tantalized him in the night. He wanted the real flesh and blood creature who stretched beside him lazily ... he wanted her in his arms, in his bed . . . beside him for the rest of his life.
Peggy caught the look of naked hunger in Andrew's blue eyes as she stretched in the October heat. Self consciously she sat back in the seat, folding her arms and crossing her thighs in a futile effort to cover herself. Damn! Why had she worn shorts? It was hard enough to fight Andrew off without inviting his stares by exposing herself to him. But it was still so hot in Texas in October that she couldn't believe it. She longed for the cooling fog of Seattle. This time of the year there, she would have worn wool slacks and a sweater for a picnic.
For that matter why had she come out for a picnic with Andrew at all? It would end up as it had every time she went out with him anywhere ... a battle. The handsome assistant principal simply refused to accept the fact that she wasn't interested in getting involved with a man right now. Maybe never again, she thought bitterly.
Peggy lit a cigarette and looked out at the gnarled stunted trees as they whizzed past. They looked dusty and parched, dying for moisture in this dry hot place, yet the Hill Country around Austin was considered one of the more choice parts of Texas. The natives seemed to think it was a very desirable place to live and work ... in fact, beautiful. In comparison to the miles of flat barren desert and prairie to the west she supposed it was. But to a girl from the northwest with its towering mountains, immense trees and moist cooling air, this was sheer hell.
She was homesick. HOMESICK! Peggy shuddered faintly, remembering the terrible events leading to her voluntary exile from Seattle. It had been a relief to come to the suburb of Patterson, thousands of miles from her disgrace and desolation. It had been like a reprieve, a miracle that she'd been allowed to leave, to go to a teaching job in a faraway state with her credentials intact and her references in order. No. She wasn't homesick for the terrible emotional upheaval she'd left. . . only for trees and mountains and fog.
"There's a nice place just up around the next bend," Andrew drawled. Though he'd come originally from California, the widowed assistant principal had acquired the softened speech of the natives he taught. "You're a might quiet, little girl. How come?"
"Oh ... I guess the heat makes me drowsy, Andrew. I'm sorry."
"Nothing to be sorry about. One of the things I like about you is. . . you don't jabber all the time like most women." He reached out and patted the tanned knee beside him. "Though there are some things I want to talk to you about today ... privately ... that's why I wanted to show you this place . . . and I'm going to want some answers," he grinned.
Peggy smiled back tentatively. "I'm not very good at answers, Andrew. I don't have any." She turned uneasily under his hand and slid away. "Oh, look... is this the place you've been talking about?" It was flattering to have Andrew find her desirable, but she just couldn't get involved with any man right now . . . not after Seattle . . . not until she'd recovered some small measure of self respect. Maybe some day she'd be able to forget. . . but oh God . . . there was so much to forget! Ed, her husband who had so generously divorced her, persuading the principal to cover up for her, give her references and help her find the Patterson job, would be the hardest to forget. But she knew deep inside it hadn't been generosity that had prompted Ed's actions ... it had been selfishness . . . sheer selfishness . . . the selfishness that had ruined their marriage and in a way was responsible for her own transgression that had brought on the nightmare.
It was still hard to even allow herself to think about the nature of her terrible mistake. How it had happened she still wasn't quite sure, but one afternoon in Seattle she'd suddenly found herself jerking off her clothes, making her naked body available to the lusting young son of the Seattle school principal. She'd been insatiable, voraciously demanding his eager young body for her own aching need. Ed had found them - still locked in a sexual embrace like two rutting animals. He'd jerked the frightened boy from her and sent him home, then turned his wrath on her, a righteous wrath that knew no bounds. Peggy shivered remembering the awesome bruises he'd left on her nakedly quivering flesh when his anger was spent. He'd been a wild man, a maddened cave man, a screaming husband venting his agony on her abandoned body, driving the terrible devil from her shrinking and helpless flesh, using his hands, his teeth, and that thick fleshy club between his legs. Oh God!
Ed had always been brutal and he'd relished the opportunity to give it full play. It was almost as though he was glad she'd sunk so low and he could beat her up, then magnanimously hush the whole thing up, divorce her and ship her off to Texas. It was as though he'd wanted her to do just what she had ... as though he'd been waiting for years for it to happen. Peggy sighed deeply, remembering, knowing still in some small corner of herself that Ed had brought on her shocking behavior by his own nature.
As an eager young bride she'd been sorely disappointed on her honeymoon. Ed Nichols was a big man, and he'd thrown himself at her, bodily. His greed and selfishness were suddenly exposed, and she'd known right then on her wedding night that the worst mistake she'd made was marrying the successful older businessman. The eight years she was his wife only deepened that conviction. Sex became a nightmare that came nightly to haunt and humiliate her. Finally in disgust he'd left her alone, openly flaunting his affairs and calling her a frigid bitch. Gradually the needs of her own body became insistent. Peggy had tried in abject humiliation to win him back. Desperately, she'd tried to let him know that all she wanted was love and tenderness . . . that she was willing to give him whatever he needed if only he'd be gentle and understanding . . . but he'd refused. Finally there had been that day when she could no longer stand it. . . and that had been the day of her doom. The dammed up need had come pouring out when young Stanley Ord, the Seattle school principal's son had come by the house late one afternoon, and, oh God, how wonderful it had been when his boyish young penis had slid so gently into her eagerly awaiting vagina . . .
Peggy jerked back to reality as Andrew parked the car under the shade of a lovely old oak. He seemed buoyant and exhilarated as he helped her from the car. Together they lugged the picnic basket and blankets from the trunk.
When the make shift "table" was spread, the food unpacked, Andrew walked back to the car for the cooler.
Leaning against the scabby bark of the old tree, Peggy stretched out. The air smelled of sunshine and sweet grass. Suddenly life didn't seem quite so grim. In this new place with its hot sun and dry air she'd get hold of herself. . . perhaps cure herself of the terrible past and begin to live again.
"God, you're beautiful, Peggy," Andrew breathed in hushed awe as he stopped near the lovely brunette teacher. "You're the most beautiful woman I've ever known."
"Nonsense," Peggy laughed softly. "I'm a twenty-nine year old Math teacher past her prime. Flattery will get you nowhere, Andrew."
"You know you're every bit as youthful looking as the girls you teach. Why, if I didn't know better, I'd say you could by my son, David's, older sister."
The brown-haired principal spoke with genuine admiration as he studied her magnificently proportioned body. She was sitting in a relaxed position on the old blanket, their picnic lunch spread around her like an offering. Brilliant sunlight of the abnormally hot Indian Summer filtered through the surrounding live oaks and gilded her firmly ripened figure like an admiring spotlight. From where Andrew stood, the pretty school teacher was the ultimate he had ever desired in a woman, and his groin throbbed to possess all of her warmly curvaceous flesh.
Peggy Nichols was wearing far less than she really knew to be proper, considering she had hardly known Andrew for more than a month. She had met him when she'd joined the faculty in September, preparatory to the coming school year. Now, in the third Saturday of October, he had persuaded her to share a picnic with him in the wooded foothills west of Austin, Texas. She had reluctantly agreed. Andrew had pursued her so diligently that she hadn't the heart to turn him down.
Unfortunately, she had discovered this morning that her only clothes casual enough for mountainous trails were terribly revealing. The plaid cotton halter barely hid her high-set, widely spaced breasts whose rose tipped nipples were clearly etched in the flimsy fabric. The taut material tapered down and stopped above her thin, girlish waist and flat, smooth stomach to where the hugging plaid shorts clung lovingly to her smooth sloping hips. The fabric pulled inward against the gracefully flaring curves of her thighs. Below the cuff of the hot pants, her legs were long sun tanned columns which tapered gracefully into well-formed ankles. She'd shed the red leather sandals, her bare feet with their small toes peeking from under her firmly rounded buttocks, as she sat curled on the blanket.
Peggy's long, dark silky hair framed an oval-shaped face that turned all male eyes when she passed. Her deep green eyes were set slightly apart and her dainty, pert nose was delicately slender at its bridge. Her full sensuous mouth had the lower lips protruding slightly in an almost perpetual pout, which added a seductive look to her flawless complexion. She was a mature Venus that would attract admiring attention from the most discriminating men - and envy from women.
She blushed under the warmly hungering gaze the older man raked over her body as she squirmed slightly with embarrassment on the blanket. Peggy was aware that her clothes were more suitable to the beaches of Washington State, where she had worn them up to her abrupt and shameful flight last June. Her first thought this morning had been to postpone her date with Andrew until she could afford some new clothes. But then it was so hot, and everyone in Texas wore shorts.
"Darling ..." Andrew said softly, "Darling Peggy ..."
"P-Please, Andrew," she murmured. "Don't call me that."
"But I love you, Peggy. You certainly must be aware of that by now." He clenched his eyes tightly shut for a moment, brushing his hand through his thick brown hair. "I think of you night and day, and if I don't say it I swear I'll. . . I . . . Love . . . You!" He said explosively through his teeth.
"You hardly know me, Andrew," the attractive brunette replied, swallowing thickly, her throat dry and constricted. "It's only been a month."
"I realize that," he sighed heavily. He bent down beside the cooler and slowly revolved a bottle of white wine that was in the ice, placed there earlier to chill. His voice faltering, he managed to say; "I saw you that first day in the office, and I said to myself then that you were the girl for me. I know it sounds foolish and certainly not very mature, but believe me, Peggy, I fell in love with you from that very first sight."
The lovely Math teacher found that she was moved emotionally by Andrew's sincerity as she felt warm tears beginning to form in her eyes. She compressed her lips tightly, trying to control her own emotions, for she was truly attracted to this strong and virile man.
"We . . . We better change the subject," she said tenderly as Andrew turned and stood up with the wine. He shed his shirt in the heat.
"I'd hate to ruin your day with my maudlin feelings," he replied, his words abruptly clipped, his tone articulating his disappointment. "I must seem like an idiot to you know."
"No, Andrew," she muttered weakly. "No, you're not. And . . . And it's not that I don't care for you. I do. I do very much."
"Then what is it?" he demanded, walking over to her.
"It's me." she whimpered, brushing the first real tear from her blurring eyes.
"Fine, just fine," he said sarcastically. He sat down beside her and viciously yanked at the cork of the bottle. "It's not me, you tell me; the problem is with you. What's that supposed to mean?"
"Andrew . . . give me time. Please give me a little more time." She lowered her eyes dejectedly, slowly shaking her head as she bit her trembling lip. "Be gentle with me, Andrew."
He studied her for a long moment, then reached out for her hand. "Darling, I'm sorry." His blue eyes softened and a warm affectionate smile brought white, even teeth into view. "I guess I'm being selfish. I thought I'd never love another woman after . . . after David's mother died, but now I've found you. I ... I want to marry you, Peggy, just as soon as I can."
The handsome young principal swallowed uncomfortably. He'd lied so much through the years about David's mother dying that he said it automatically now. It was not that he wanted to lie to Peggy, but how could he tell her David's mother had refused to marry him.
How could he tell this lovely girl that David's mother was a seventeen year old slut who'd wanted to get an abortion? The only way he'd saved David was by paying all the hospital bills for the hard little bitch and then adopting the baby. It hadn't been easy - but somehow he'd managed it. With the help of a maiden aunt who died when David was five, Andrew had managed to raise his own son.
God knows he'd tried to marry ever since, but the women Andrew responded to were too much like the little sex pot who'd wanted to abort David. The ones who could have been fit mothers for the boy left Andrew cold. But Peggy - Peggy was different. She liked David and she seemed the personification of all of Andrew's dreams.
She was unable to reply, only nodding mutely. Turning his hand so that her palm was against his she pressed gently, her own green eyes looking up into his. The lovely young teacher searched his expressive face with its prominent cheekbones and straight nose, finely delineated lips and deep blue eyes, and she knew intuitively that he was sincere. He wanted to marry her, and, she had to admit that she was beginning to care for him. He possessed an affable charm and forceful personality, and with his shirt off, chest and back rippling with hard muscle, he was one of the most desirable men she had ever known. The urge to shout yes to him was nearly uncontrollable, but to care for him was one thing, and to love him quite another. And then there was always the black and terrible cloud of her sordid past hanging overhead . . .
Andrew thought he could detect a teardrop forming in one of her eyes. "You told me about your ex-husband," he said in a soothing tone. "I mean, if you're reluctant because of your bad experience with him, I can understand. But darling, I'm not like him. I'm not the kind who will beat you or take a belt to you. I want to cherish you, not hurt you."
"If... If you were like him, I wouldn't be up here with you, Andrew. No, it's not so much because of him ..."
"What then?" he asked plaintively. "You . . . don't even like me, is that it?" Christ! He couldn't remember ever begging a woman before.
"I didn't say that! I couldn't say that!" she replied sincerely. Peggy tried to think of something to say, something besides the truth that would inevitably kill any chance of them ever being together. "It's a reason of my own, and I simply can't tell you . . . yet." A hurting lump crept into her throat, and she could only stammer. She'd never felt so inadequate in her life. "I ... I wish I could explain better; but. . . but I simply can't, Andrew. I'm terribly, terribly sorry, believe me ..."
"Well, I guess if you say no, you mean no," he said, shaking his head sadly. He managed a feeble grin, even though his sides were churning in misery and dejection. "Have some more wine, at least." They ate in silence, finished off a full bottle of wine and opened a second. They drank and talked fitfully, each aware of the other's turmoil and uncertainty.
Peggy watched him pour more wine into their glasses with apprehension. Already she'd consumed too much of the first bottle with the picnic lunch, and she was feeling a little giddy and hot. She had to keep her head today, and behave properly . . . and spirits of any kind affected her quickly. "I really don't think I should have any more," she said as Andrew pressed the glass into her hand.
"Don't be silly, darling," he responded in a falsely bantering tone. "Let's have a toast to the most gorgeous woman in the world, you!" He raised his glass and saluted the lovely youthful appearing woman beside him. "May she soon become my wife."
"Oh, Andrew," she murmured disconsolately, but she lifted her glass and touched his. She sipped the cool alcoholic liquid, feeling it slide smoothly down her throat to warmly comfort her knotted stomach. Without thinking she sipped again and then again . . . before she had realized it, Andrew was refilling her empty glass.
The young teacher moved on the blanket so that she could rest her chin upon her drawn-up knees and lean dreamily against his chest. She wanted to let him know she was having fun and was pleased to be here with him, and for a short while they sat in silent pleasure. Savoring the sweet-smelling fragrance of the air and the featherish rustlings of the trees, Peggy felt a gentle breeze stir the foliage. Above her, there was nothing in the sky except a dipping, caroling blue jay. Lazily she listened to the country sounds of water somewhere over rocks, insects in the grass. . . The deliciously dulling spell of the liquor pervaded her worry clouded mind as she continued sipping the wine in her hand. She was glad to be here with Andrew in this idyllic setting.
Inexplicably, she couldn't stop her thoughts from returning to her honeymoon so long ago, in spite of the fact that these memories were still painful. Peggy's mother had warned her about sex all during her formative years, instilling in her the warped fallacy that all men are nasty and brutish. The result had been predictably, a sad farce of the marital bliss she'd dreamed about. The wedding night had been one of stark terror for her when, for the first time, she'd seen her husband's penis. Unlike the small, non-violent appearing organs she had seen on younger boys in her childhood, the turgid, angrily throbbing, blood-filled shaft which had stuck menacingly out from the much older man's white belly had made her cower under the covers, whimpering with abject fear.
Ed had taken her with unfeeling brutality that night as he had on every subsequent occasion he'd had the urge to use her innocent young body. He had been the beast her mother had warned her a man would be, pummeling and beating her with a vengeance. By the middle of the fifth year of marriage he'd all but lost interest in sex and had been content to continue with an orgasm a month.
After reading many sex and marriage manuals she had become increasingly aware of other women's problems and her own situation, learning two important facts. For one, she had realized that there wasn't any one woman in Ed's life, as she'd suspected; but a constant stream of whores and sluts that would allow him to do whatever he wanted. And two, there came the startling discovery that she was budding into a sexually responsive young woman. She didn't want sex all the time, but her education had made her aware of the damage her mother had done; and this awareness had peeled away the false veneer of her frigidity. Peggy had needed loving and had been refused it by her sadistic husband. In the end, there had been only the silently screaming need of her own body.
The adolescent boys in her class with their developing young muscles and leanly tapered bodies had struck a reverberating chord in her own unsatisfied body. They were not men yet, and so to her mind they were "safe" for her to sexually respond to and enjoy - and a slowly growing yearning for fulfillment from any one of these virile young teenage boys had gradually taken over her thoughts. In the absence of love and security in her own home, Peggy's lewdly compelling desires to seduce her boy pupils had grown greater, with more and more insistent demands for relief. She had fought and fought against her compulsions, until that fateful day when she had given up completely and surrendered to the maddening emotions that had conquered her mind.
She'd never even learned that principal's son's identity, until it was too late. It was as though an evil spell had taken control of her mind. Lecherously, the sexually starved teacher had opened the thin nylon folds of her dressing gown and used her thumbs to pull apart and display the hotly quivering pink layers of her naked vagina, already wet with her shameless arousal, to the boy. Leaning back against the door she'd groaned aloud as she'd seen his thin young penis throb larger in reaction against the tightly clinging jeans. He followed her down the hallway like a small, panting young puppy and it had been no time at all before she had lewdly stripped his clothes away and together they had thrashed nakedly against each other on her own husband's bed.
For long, interminable hours, it had seemed, she had taught him almost all there was to do with the slender, virile young rod of flesh up between his thighs. The boy had been everything she had ever hoped a man would be, and her hungrily waiting vagina had opened eagerly to accept him as he'd crawled feverishly over her nakedly voluptuous body. And, when her tightly working vaginal walls had warmly sucked in the spewing stream of his virile young semen from his small rigid cock, she had known then that she never wanted the sensation to end.
It had been three months now without sex, the frightening scare of the terrifying events after Ed's discovery, a coldly deterring memory. She had been using her fingers, finding no other way to fulfill her sexual passions, yet her own frantic fingering could not release her drives as the beautiful filling of her wetly hungering vagina by a virile boy-cock . . .
And then out of nowhere had come Andrew Campbell, tall and handsome, and his tender fourteen year old son, David. Her uncontrollable, perverse hunger had immediately confronted her with an agonizing question. Was it Andrew or his son she wanted to possess? Or both? Oh God, maybe she should leave Patterson before she ruined three lives instead of only one.
Suddenly she realized that Andrew was drawing closer to her and was whispering wetly into her ear. "You drive me wild," he whispered softly, "God, I want to touch you, kiss you, make love to you ..."
"D-don't talk like that, Andrew, please ... she moaned. "It's the wine that's gone to your head." Even as she spoke, the dark-haired teacher heard her own slurred voice, and knew that she, too, had become slightly drunk in spite of her vow to watch herself.
"No, it's you who intoxicates me, Peggy. And ... by God, I am going to kiss you, right now!"
Before she could find the breath to protest, the lovely brunette was being gently twisted around and pressed tightly against his naked chest. She could taste the grape flavor of the wine as his lips folded over hers and his tongue slithered easily into her mouth, rubbing and searching ever so tenderly in the moisture for the softness of her own tongue. His firm manly body felt good against the pliant softness of her own barely covered breasts. Her lips parted, still trembling, beckoning him to cover her mouth harder. Oh God, he felt so good!
Her arms rose involuntarily to his neck as she pulled him closer against her sensuously responding body. Peggy could feel his lips crush and search her mouth more urgently, his hands sliding over her slim, softly trembling back. Dulled by the alcohol and strained emotionally to the breaking point, her mind couldn't reject the lewdly lascivious tinglings that were beginning to course through her involuntarily quivering pelvis. He felt so wonderful to her, every delicious sensation working to deaden the acutely painful horrors of her memory. Instinctively she began to respond to his subtle caresses, pressing her wanting young body to him with every fiber of her strength. But all the while, in spite of the intensity of her response, there was a frightening hollowness alive in the pit of her stomach . . .
"Oh God, no Andrew," she whimpered, haunted by the fear of what might follow. "We. . . have to go now. Late, gotta go home. Please, let me go!"
"Shhhhh, darling," he softly whispered in her ear. "You want me to hold you like this, darling, I know you do ... "
"I don't! I don't!" she groaned helplessly in his arms. But her words seemed to have no effect, either on the heavily aroused man or on the ominously pulsing bulge that was beginning to strain up against her belly. For a terrified moment, the vainly struggling woman fought even more desperately to escape his caresses, but then, almost as quickly, suddenly her love-starved body ceased its struggle. In spite of her resolve not to, the fearful young teacher was beginning to respond to the urgent passion of his kisses and the gentle yet firm pressure of his kneading hand around her fully rounded buttocks. She wished in that wistful moment that she could truly lose her inhibitions and do what should come naturally to her as the mature woman she wanted to become.
God, Andrew was sensually arousing her! Maybe there was hope yet, for she was starting to become aroused in the way a healthy female ought to! Perhaps she could become normal and not let her lewd, unspeakable desires for a young body ruin her future with Andrew and his son, David! Maybe the awful experience of Seattle was truly behind her.
His hands began to teasingly explore her body, caressing the hardening swell of her erotically aroused breasts. She felt her nipples throb painfully against the fabric of her halter, and tiny little butterfly-like sensations lightly through her stomach.
"There now, you love me feeling your breasts, don't you, darling?" he whispered as his hand continued to stroke her softly ripened breast beneath her halter.
Peggy moaned in desperation. She couldn't fight him. He was too strong for her, and now her own body was beginning to betray her. The effects of the drink, as usual, had caused it to turn into a loose bundle of raw nerve-endings and her mind was rapidly losing control over it. And still came the sharp thought that she didn't want to stop him or herself. . . that this time perhaps she would respond as she should to a man . . . not a boy.
Peggy made no effort to stop the hotly aroused assistant principal as his hand inside her halter parted the buttons with an outward pressure. He cupped her nakedly quivering breasts, sending tiny licking flames of passion over her flesh. Small pin pricks of delicious feeling raced through the softly pulsing tips of the firmly responding mounds as he eased up the flimsy cloth and rolled the hardening naked nipples between his thumb and forefinger. She felt the heat of his breath rushing against her ear as he moved his head to bring his lips down to again lock wetly upon hers.
Subconsciously she thrust her tongue hungrily at him and he sucked it deeply into the wetness of his mouth. Oh God! His kisses were like hot, burning fire to her!
Andrew eased his head away and whispered: "Let me take your clothes off darling. I want to see all of you naked ..."
Abruptly, realization of what she was doing struck her, and again the old fears and horrors returned. She thought about breaking away and running . . . running to get lost... but she doubted now that her legs would ever carry her!
"Come on, darling," he groaned in wild all consuming desire for her.
Weakly she rolled her head back and forth in limp protest, but he moved over her regardless, his arm encircling her as her hand went flat against him, the soft patch of silk-like hair on his chest tickling her palm. His hungrily seeking mouth glued itself to hers once more, his tongue sliding between her lips and past the barrier of her small white teeth, and Peggy discovered she was sucking it and thrusting back her own tongue!
Almost unconsciously she let his hand slowly slide her halter off and then his fingertips were raking the tiny, erectly throbbing nipples, squeezing and rolling them as he had done before.
Peggy's breath came now in tiny mewling gasps, and the muscles of her body were taut as bow-strings as she reacted involuntarily to the delicious teasing of Andrew's fingers. She jerked as one of his hands left her throbbingly exposed breasts to trail a slow, tantalizing trail down her softly quivering belly to the zipper of her shorts. The restraining hot pants suddenly became free and she gasped breathlessly as she felt his hand working itself smoothly beneath the tight elastic waistband of her panties. It played for a thrillingly tormenting moment at the sparse pubic curls rising from the crevice up between her tightly clenched thighs, and then moved downward into the moistly ready vaginal slit. His fingertip teased hotly at the tiny bud of her clitoris and sent it springing up into a full throbbing erectness. Peggy jerked forward slightly as his hand curled further down into her sheer white panties and parted the swollen fleshy lips of her wetly pulsating vagina. Then she groaned heavily up into his mouth as she felt his outstretched middle finger snake teasingly up inside the tightly elastic opening of her cunt. Wild electric shocks of pleasure stabbed through her, and she ground eagerly up against Andrew's hand, spreading her legs with unwanted passion as his thrusting finger slithered wetly and deeply up into her hungrily welcoming vagina.
Gently the assistant principal pushed the aroused young teacher down on her naked back, and she squirmed her buttocks around, undulating her thighs with rising passion as though her sensually awakened body was responding to some wickedly controlling mind other than her own. Jesus! She was getting hot!
She tightened her arms around him in alcohol-dazed passion as his hotly searing mouth and tongue pressed hard against her open lips. His tantalizing fingers returned to tease sensuously along her lushly naked breast and then down over her belly again to slide between her smooth inner thighs and vibrant mound of her wetly spasming pussy.
"Ohhhhhh, Andrew . . . Don't Andrew, don't ..." she moaned, but her feeble pleas for mercy were unheeded by the passionately aroused man.
"Ohhhhhhh, Andrewwwwwwww . . . !"
The young teacher gasped with shuddering excitement as she felt his strong hands slowly and steadily draw her wetly moistened shorts and thin nylon panties down over her tightly clenched buttocks. She couldn't help herself from clenching her thighs harder together so he could easily slip the unwanted clothing down . . . down over her softly trembling thighs and legs. They lay useless now on the ground beside her, a flimsy flag of her ultimate surrender. . . She could feel the obscene delight of the hot air softly caressing her naked inner flesh and moistly pink vaginal crevice as her legs parted to him in lewd, uncontrolled invitation. "Oh God!" she panted up into Andrew's lust-contorted face, her desire overwhelming her struggling mind. "Oh God, we mustn't. . . I'm -I'm so afraid!"
"We must, darling. You know we must, and you want me to touch you between your legs as much as I do," he groaned. The boiling urgency now rose in him to possess her with his painfully rigid penis - to invade the warmly pink-rimmed vagina that was slowly and inexorably devouring his fingers up inside its heated smoothness. Her nakedly exposed flesh was quivering with the same delicious animal-like desire he felt as he ground himself tightly to her passion-throbbing body. His burgeoning hardness burned with small aching throbs in his pants as he slid along the hotly smooth skin of her slowly undulating thighs. Jesus, he couldn't remember when a woman had excited him more! He had to have her! He had to fuck her now, or his balls would burst wide open!
Maddening ripples of wanton excitement continued to flow over the rapidly weakening Peggy. She could feel the fleshy dark-haired lips of her slickly wet cuntal mouth assaulted with his ever-burrowing fingers and a groan wrenched out from deep in her throat as his probing fingertips taunted and teased every inch of her fully exposed vaginal slit. Wrapping her arms around his neck tightly she whimpered moistly into his ear, trailing soft hot kisses while uncontrollably rotating her passion driven thighs in helpless response. She splayed her trembling legs wide apart until both shoe-less feet were on the dry grass. In dazed, subconscious anguish she knew that Andrew was eagerly watching her wantonly naked loins with an almost bestial craving, but somehow the forbidden pleasure of being viewed like this by the assistant principal only increased her own unwanted passions.
The heatedly aroused young teacher rolled her head from side to side and ground her warmly quivering buttocks down into the blanket in a futile effort to escape his insistently probing fingers, a soul-searing moan of self-loathing and indecision bubbling from between her tightly clenched lips. Yet Andrew's hands never stopped teasing the sensitive flesh as he made contact with the straining pink bud of her erectly throbbing clitoris.
"Oooooooh God, darling," she groaned helplessly up into his descending mouth. There was no escape for her now and her affection for the older man only incited her further. She wanted him! Oh God, at last she wanted a man, this man! Ohhhhhh, how she wanted him! She was fighting a battle with herself that she had desperately desired to lose for years! Here was a man - not a boy!
And then she heard a short, quick hissing sound and knew it was the unmistakable sound of his pants being unzipped! Peggy could feel his hand pull away from her breast as he struggled to lower his jeans. She tried to scream in protest, but her voice froze in the tightly constricting passage of her throat. Nakedly spread-eagled, she could only stare up with tear wet eyes at the crouching naked body of the man over her. To her pain-flecked eyes, Andrew's wildly pulsating penis hovered rigidly, menacingly there, the huge, sperm-swollen testicles heavily swaying at its base.
It was at that moment the vision of her ex-husband, Ed, loomed back up in Peggy's tortured brain. He was there leering nakedly over her again - not Andrew Campbell - and the face she imagined above her was contorted with a contemptuous sneer of lewd hatred. She could feel the thickly rubbery head of his cock pressed mercilessly down against the nakedly exposed lips of her cunt, and she knew that the massively thick penis was burgeoning with sexual demands - demands she was still mortally afraid to accept!
She froze for an initial second and then her mind snapped with the spontaneous bursting of memory's force. "No! Oh God, no!" she cried frantically. She came to life hysterically, squirming and struggling with insane strength as she raked her fingernails into the flesh of his chest.
Andrew grabbed her arms, pressing them down tightly to the blanket on either side of her wildly flailing head. "Peggy . . . darling . . . God, I want you! I can't stop now," he gasped desperately.
"Let me go! Let me go!" she babbled in near frenzy. "I won't let you! I can't let you!" She fought him savagely as he rolled over on top of her and guided his angrily throbbing penis toward her defenselessly open vagina. She tried to close her legs and lock her thighs together, to cringe away from his relentlessly pressing hardness, but his strength was too great for her to resist.
"Peggy . . . Darling, I've got to fuck you . . . !" he breathed harshly, his chest a great weight upon her nakedly quaking breasts.
"No! No! No!" she chanted in a high-pitched squeal, but the insanely struggling teacher was unable to stop him from insinuating the huge throbbing head of his immensely pulsating penis up between the softness of her desperately straining thighs. He ground his long hard cock hotly down through the soft resilient curls of her tightly clenched vaginal slit, fighting madly to reach the warm wet mouth of her moist and ready pussy which she was holding from him by tightly clamping her legs. To Peggy's deliriously terrorized mind, Andrew Campbell was now just like all other men who desired nothing more than to shove their lewdly brutal penises deep into her defenseless belly. She squeezed her thighs together until their muscles stood out in aching tautness as she squirmed and heaved against him in a wild effort to prevent his unwanted invasion.
"Good God, I can't wait any longer!" he cried out heatedly.
"No, Andrew!" she screamed in helpless torment. "I don't want it! Not ever . . . ever . . . ever!" Reaching down between their grinding sweat-slickened bodies in despairing panic she grasped the full throbbing length of his rock-hard shaft. She could feel the spasmodic throbbings against her tightly gripping palms and the wetness of the warmly white seminal fluid that already seeped in excited droplets from the blunt, lust-inflated head. Steeling herself to hold his penis back from between her desperately straining thighs she labored in a final effort to keep its hardness from contracting the still fearfully cringing lips of her vagina.
"Damn it!" Andrew shouted. "You can't stop me now, Peggy! Let go of me and let me fuck you! Ohhhh, God!"
"No! Never! I don't want a man up in me!"
Above the roar of blood in his ears, Andrew could hear the frightened cries of protest, but his anger was unbounded, refusing to give heed to anything but the complete and total possession of her voluptuously ripened body. The liquor in him hadn't dampened his emotions in the least, but inflamed him to a screaming rage of blind lust! He wasn't himself anymore! He was a wild man, hungry for this beautiful young woman that had been denied him too long! Christ! She'd wanted it too until just a minute ago!
A helpless confusion engulfed the terrified teacher's recoiling consciousness as she felt Andrew brutally jerk her hands away from his massively throbbing shaft. Peggy tried to clamp her legs together again, desperately wanting to close off access to her helpless body. But now he pried open her unwilling thighs and locked them wide apart with his knees.
"Oooooohhhh! Please! Andrew!" She screamed when his hotly pulsing penis dug into the soft tender flesh around the hot opening to her womb. He had gone so completely wild! She squirmed under his maniacally strong grip in a last futile effort to make him understand.
The horrified teacher looked up at the merciless mask of the assistant principal's face as he held her helplessly imprisoned on the blanket. All that she could see was the blazing lust in his eyes, that and the giant, pulsingly erect penis that stood out straight from his loins, pointing directly at her nakedly exposed vagina. He was staring down at her pubic mound like a hungry animal about to feast, and Peggy began to shake violently.
"Andrew . . . Please . . . Waittttt!" she moaned, but he didn't lift his eyes to meet her pleading gaze. It was apparent that he wasn't even hearing her. Oh God! She was sure, she was sure, that his huge brutal cock would split her in two! She stared closely at its long throbbing length. The tip was thick and purple, a gland-shaped head that seemed to bulge out with his growing excitement. She could see the long shaft lined with a road-map of blood-filled veins which pounded with his heartbeat. The entire long column of male flesh protruded like a great battering ram from the dense forest of brown pubic hair covering his loins. The heavy sac holding his balls was drawn up tightly between his hairy thighs, and she imagined the; sperm inside, pounding and churning and anxious to be released. Visions of the huge member spurting out white-hot cum deep up into her shrinking belly came into her head and she felt her inner organs quiver in terrified apprehension.
Peggy raised her head up, looking down over the hardened tips of her sorely swollen breasts to her own widespread thighs. She shuddered. The lips of her small defenseless pussy were parted, the hair-lined wet flesh touching the lust-swollen head of his long throbbing column. It was poised and ready to drive far up inside her body, tearing her fearfully tensed vagina into a pulpy mass of shattered flesh! Her pleas for mercy were hopeless! He was beyond hearing or caring! She might have been pleading with a stone or an unreasoning bull! The relentless pressure on the tight opening to her frantically quivering cunt became greater and greater until she thought she would be ripped apart! Dear God! It couldn't fit! It was much too big! She imagined herself bleeding like a virgin and then hemorrhaging till she died, a wasted, waxen thing!
"I'm going to fuck you now, you little prick tease!"
"Noooooo! Pleaseeeeeei! Ohhhh Godddddd!"
Her wetly throbbing pussy was like a tight elastic band that would not give way to his insistent pressure. His painfully aching cock was ram-rod hard and stiff, and just the excitement of finally having it pressing into her hot unattainable little cunt made it grow even larger. Pushing his knees out to force her legs out wider, Andrew knew that the moment had come, and with a low grunt and a heavy shove forward, his lust-thickened cock was suddenly wrapped tightly inside the soft opening to her warmly clasping cuntal walls.
"Aaaaaaaaggghhhhh!" Peggy felt a great flashing pain jolt through her nakedly writhing body as if she had been stabbed up between her thighs with a hot live poker, and her vainly resisting vagina was stretched wide with the giant head of his hot pulsating penis inside her. It hurt hellishly, but he had gained his entrance to her tiny passage! She tried desperately to worm her way upward on the blanket, to get out from under the painful thrust of his massively thickened cock. Tears poured down from her eyes as she screwed her buttocks down hard into the ground. It was no use! She was held too fiercely by his arms and legs. Looking down over the tops of her rapidly heaving breasts, the desperate teacher could see that only an inch of the long, hotly pulsating column had penetrated her body! It was utterly hopeless! She'd die right here on this meadow from the pain of his final entry!
The tightly clasping passage around the head of his bulging penis served only to excite him more, and Andrew could feel the sensitive nerves at the tip of his cock sending urgent signals of pleasure deep inside his loins! It felt so Goddamned good! He had to bury it all the way! Dimly he knew Peggy was in pain or pretended to be. Shit! She was no virgin! Now with a deep grunt he shoved hard forward again to drive his excitedly pulsing penis further into her nakedly quivering belly.
'' O o o ooohhhh ! Aaaaaaaggghhh ! Noooooooo!" It was terrible, worse than she had ever known it to be, and she bit her teeth into her lip in an effort to keep from passing out. Her head swam with the alcohol. Andrew was acting like a maniac, and she was afraid he would kill her without ever knowing he had done so! Totally humiliated by his indifference to her feelings, at that moment she wished she had never seen him! Her defenseless little vaginal passage was stretched to the point of splitting and the horrible pain embittered her. // / live through this horrible event, she promised herself, I'll never ever see him again!
The pain when he shoved forward again into her wetly throbbing vagina was suddenly and strangely gone. She couldn't analyze why, but only gratefully accept. Yet the resentment festered like a boil even without the agony. He was just like Ed! There didn't seem to be any gentleness or understanding, or caring, but only a vicious lusting selfishness for his own gratification. She was shamed, if not physically damaged by his cruel thrusts.
Andrew thought his wildly pulsating cock was going to explode any second! The glove-like velvety feeling of her tight little pussy around his slowly sinking penis was sending such tremendous sensations of pleasure-power to his brain, that he'd have to do something quickly to keep himself from cumming before he got all the way inside! Jesus! It had to be all the way inside her cunt before he shot out his load of steaming sperm. Forcefully, he shoved hard with all his strength driving his cock to the maximum depth of her widely stretched vagina. His long hard thickness ploughed down the wet-warm cuntal passage like a high powered locomotive steaming through a dark tunnel at full speed!
"UUUuuuuuuuggggghhh! AAaaaaggggghhhh! Peggy didn't know what hit her, the suddenness of his brutal, full penetration was so severe! She felt as though a giant pole had been plunged into her belly, skewering up between her open thighs like a roast being put on the spit, and the surprise of being completely filled by his lust-hardened penis made her tense up in a desperate attempt to stop the final humiliation. Here she was, helpless and hanging suspended by the thick fleshy pole buried deep inside her belly, it was the final blow! Her womb ached from the hot throbbing head of his male hardness pressed into her cervix, and she raised her disheveled head to look down between their cock and vagina joined bodies. His thick pubic hair was tangled tightly together with the dark hair covering her wide splayed pussy, and it staggered her imagination to realize that his brutally giant cock was buried all the way up inside her proud body against her will.
The pressure in his balls was getting out of control, but Andrew fought off his tremendous desire to cum. Christ! The beautiful sensation of having his whole long cock in the warm quivering depths of her tight little pussy! Somehow it made it better that it was against her wishes. Flexing his eagerly pulsating penis several times, he heard Peggy's moaning reaction.
Hell! He couldn't wait! Pulling his hips back slowly at first, he drew back his wetly glistening hardness from the hot clasping depths of her womb until only the thick swollen head remained inside, then with a rush he plunged it unerringly back into the warm buttery depths of her reluctant young cunt.
"Ooooohhhhh! Pleaseeeee! God! OH! OH!" She chanted her discomfort to no avail, as she felt the ruthless assistant principal begin to unmercifully pound her battered pelvis with long hard stabs of his madly excited penis. There was nothing but shame and frustration and a deep hurt at his selfishness, not even waiting for her to adjust to his huge size. Peggy couldn't understand why he was suddenly being so extraordinarily cruel, and that thought dominated all others to such a degree that she didn't consciously notice the slowly igniting flame in the pit of her belly. If things had been done in almost any other way, she might have become conscious and realized that his now rhythmically fucking cock was actually beginning to feel good.
The warm smoothness of her cuntal walls seemed to part before and wrap moistly around Andrew's thick driving cock as he shoved his hips forward in a powerful downward thrust. He was fucking her as hard and fast as he could, to make up for the month of frustrating nights he had longed to do it to her. Each deep, swift moving plunge of his long hard shaft was like a blow that released his pent-up emotions. The terrible strains her coldness and evasiveness had imposed upon him were easing now as he battered her defenselessly upraised cunt.
The helpless young teacher was squealing and groaning loudly with each stroke of his wildly throbbing cock. He looked down at her beautiful writhing body as he rammed his way hotly into the nakedly clenching little hole up between her open thighs. Andrew could clearly see the inner pinkness of her wetly clinging cuntal lips as his desire-thickened pole of male flesh pistoned in and out of her flowered open depths.
Her hot little cunt was clasping his wildly throbbing cock so tightly that he could feel his blood swirling around all the way up inside his balls as he fucked deeply down into the velvety animated depths of her belly with such force that her smooth white buttocks lifted up off the blanket. His sperm-laden balls swung free, slamming against the open crevice of the softly rounded ass cheeks with a loud smacking noise, and her ripe young breasts bounced upward with each body-jolting thrust of his hot hard shaft. The curling dark hair was spilling all around her head as she rolled from side to side, and Oh God . . . There'd never been a more sensual woman! The green eyes were staring darkly up as though she could see nothing, but her tongue flashed out through red, parted lips like a snake gasping for air. Andrew, aroused even more by her panting, worked his hands down under the smoothly rounded cheeks of her buttocks to cup them hungrily up even tighter to his vicious fucking motions in and out of her helpless young pussy.
He drove his massively hardened shaft up in between her widespread thighs with such force that Peggy felt it like a shock wave rippling through her nakedly impaled body, and her full dancing breasts were quivering from the impact. It actually felt good, almost too good, but it looked cruel and horrid at the moment, she thought helplessly. Andrew was having his will with her body without any regard for her. None! She felt she was being fucked, and that was the word, fucked! Like a common whore off the streets!
"Uuuuuggggggghhhh! Pleaseeeeeee!" She screamed, but there was something new, something almost masochistic in the waves of pleasure that were suddenly pouring through her sensually responding body! Her total exposure and openness to his assault was taking on a new sensation. She squirmed helplessly on the blanket beneath him, the anguish suddenly taking second place to the vibrant pleasures filling her warmly pulsating cunt. He was debasing her, using her completely! Oh God! Like a whore!
At an instant in time that was only distinguishable by a momentary flash in her mind, she felt a masochistic awareness of her entire body and realized in that second there was something of great pleasure to be had from being fucked like a whore! She wanted to know the heights of that pleasure now, in spite of her anger with Andrew's rough treatment. It was a discovery of the erotically unbelievable sensation in her hotly responding pussy that seemed to ripple outward and engulf her entire body as everything became more and more intense. She could feel her sensitively aroused clitoris beating with pleasures that danced electrically over every nerve in her battered young body, and somehow she knew that it was going to get better and better. Almost magically she was working her hips up and down in the frenzied fucking rhythms which Andrew and his wonderfully hard cock beat so hotly in her eagerly trembling cunt.
"Aaaaaahhhhh! Oooohhhh! Yyyyyyeesssss!" she mewled with the newly discovered pleasure echoing in her passion-throbbing pussy. Now she was really beginning to respond to his fucking. Her whole lushly ripened body was coming to life, her fleshy buttocks grinding in a wanton hunger under each of the smoothly pistoning strokes of his long hard penis before her hips rose urgently to meet his deepest drives. Now she was gripping his hips tightly between her firmly locked thighs as if not wanting him to ever leave her again. She pulled her legs up, opening herself even wider to his hard thrusts, and arched her hips up to meet him, twisting and mewling, driven almost insane by the hard fleshy column shoved deep in her flamingly alive cunt.
"Oooooohhh! Goddddd! Yesssssss!"
It was too much! Suddenly processes were set in motion that Andrew couldn't stop. She looked so Goddamned wanton squirming passionately beneath him, that his balls, suddenly and without warning, exploded like hand grenades! The white hot cum began its sensational rush toward the blood-filled head of his cock. Slamming his hips forward to completely bury the wildly jerking head deeper up inside her wetly burning womb, he arched his back and threw his head up as the first pleasurable blast of his climax burst into her hotly quivering cunt! He couldn't hold it back, and his desire-thickened cock swelled up to huge proportions as it fired out the stored-up liquid with tremendous jerks. "Ooooohhhhhh! Goddddddd! Baby, you feel The crazily twisting young teacher felt the first hot blast of his cum strike far up into the depths of her belly, and thrilled to the sensation of the enormously swollen penis as it jerked and throbbed out again and again, firing its lava-like jets deep up inside her hungrily clasping pussy! It had suddenly triggered an emotion she'd thought she was incapable of with an older male. Her mind swam with a thousand lewd images of young boys, many young boys. . . all fucking her - as she kicked her legs out impossibly wide, jamming her wildly convulsing cunt up hard against the assistant principal's thickly ejaculating penis as her belly began to explode in response to his lewdly spewing instrument. She screamed, just once, a shrill cry of exaltation, "I'm . . . I'm cumming, Andrew. Oh God! ... I'm cumming too!"
"OOoooohhh honey!" Andrew groaned as his rapidly firing balls seemed to shoot right on past the swollen head of his cock! It was himself deep within the depths of her tightly clasping cunt! The hot liquid surrounding his thick throbbing member suddenly gushed out around the base, wetting down his pubic hair before running slowly down the widespread crevice of the naked young teacher's buttocks. His wildly jerking cock was like an insane beast spitting at its prey, filling Peggy's pussy with his churning white-hot cum until it overflowed, mingling together with the cascading juices of her own in a steaming mass of passion that neither one of them had even known existed before.
"Ooooooooh God, darling! Ooooooh God!" she groaned and grunted as her belly rippled with the sensual pleasure she had tried to deny herself, and she was lost in the frenzied heat of complete sexual enlightenment. The unwilling teacher was suspended for several moments on a precipice of a teetering ecstasy as she pretended Andrew was only fourteen years old, her cunt welded hotly to the hard fleshy column squirting searing liquid into her belly, and could no longer deny the sheer exquisite pleasure it gave her. She was a woman, complete and fulfilled no matter how it had occurred, and she wanted it to go on forever . . . and ever!
It was over, but she didn't want it to stop. Grinding her perspiring young body frantically up against his slowly deflating cock, she tried to milk even more life from his semen-drained balls, but it was no use. Slowly the spasms in her belly died down, and with their dying she abruptly remembered the way she had been so selfishly assaulted. He had raped her. He had hurt her. He had ignored her wishes and treated her like a whore! Her excitement had made her forget her earlier anger at all of these things of Andrew's brutal and cruel indifference.
"I'm sorry," he panted, gasping for breath. Her body suddenly began to ache instead of tingle with pleasure. She moaned, feeling the softness of his deflated cock still trapped limply up inside her painfully stretched vagina.
"Go away! Leave me alone!" Peggy sobbed suddenly, the words coming out like sharp blades intended to injure.
At last, his testicles now empty, Andrew had collapsed on top of her in almost sobbing passion. They lay together in shameful silence for a long moment, and then he slowly rolled away from her, his wetly glistening penis coming out of her tight little pussy with a lewd sucking sound, and sat up, not able to face her. Peggy placed an arm over her eyes, still softly crying, while Andrew, subdued of his sexual frenzy, was awkward with guilt and embarrassment as he tried to comfort her.
"I . . . I'm sorry, Peggy. Really I am. I ... I don't know what came over me. I . . . I've never tried to force myself on a girl before."
"It's me," the lovely teacher sobbed. "I told you it was me. I'm more to blame than you because I should have stopped you sooner. You . . . you're a man, after all." She felt soiled and humiliated as if a thousand tiny insects were invading the very pores of her skin. "You're a man, but I . . . " she ended the sentence in a woeful sigh.
"And you're a woman," Andrew muttered softly. "One hell of a woman!"
Am I? she questioned herself mournfully. No . . . not in the sense Andrew means it. If I was really a woman, I'd be loving him right now instead of feeling like this. . . I wouldn't have pretended it was a young boy fucking me. Oh. .. God!
For an agonizing moment, Peggy debated whether she could unburden her troubled heart to him. But she knew if she did blurt out the truth it would twist whatever love he held for her into coldly repugnant hatred. He would reject her as all other normal people would.
"I think we should go back to town, Andrew," she said in a dull voice.
"Look, darling, we can stay and finish the day. I won't touch you again. I promise."
"No," she said, swallowing thickly. She slipped on her shorts without the panties and smoothed them over her still nervously trembling buttocks. "No, I really want to leave here. I can't stand the place anymore, Andrew."
"Well ... if you insist," he said. "When can I see you again."
"I ... I don't know, Andrew. After what happened . . . maybe never ..."
"But that's just it darling. It happened. We both got carried away and it just plain happened. Don't let us ruin an otherwise wonderful relationship because of one mistake."
Peggy thought about it for a few minutes as she buttoned her halter. She truly was attracted to him and believed that he was telling her the truth, and the gnawing desire to continue to see him overcame her fears and apprehensions.
"All right, Andrew," she replied in a soft tone. "Not for a few days, though. I - I want a chance to rest and think things over."
"I understand, darling. How about next Friday night?"
"I'm afraid I can't. Your boss, Mr. Cantry, has picked me to help him chaperone the basketball dance at school. But Saturday would be good."
"Then Saturday it is, darling. We'll spend the whole day together if you like. I'll try to hold myself back," he offered good-naturedly.
"All right," she smiled tentatively and gently touched his cheek with her fingertips. "And you better."
"Hey, wait a minute," he kidded. "This isn't a forever promise. Every man has the right to unlimited tries. Particularly with the woman he loves."
She turned away from him, stooping down so she could pick up the picnic plates and hide from Andrew a sudden surge of tears that were blurring her eyes. Yes, try, Andrew . . . Try and maybe some day I'll be the woman you think I am ... Oh God, I pray I will. . . forget and forgive. . . and maybe someday I'll be able to respond to you alone and not have to think about a beautiful young boy . . .
Chapter TWO
It had been a long and soul searching night. No answers had come forth though Peggy sought them earnestly in the dim amber depths of a bottle of Scotch. At dawn she'd wakened feeling terrible. After wandering around the house she'd finally laced a cup of tea with rum, through not really believing in the "hair of the dog" cliche, drunk it and gone back to bed. Dawn was lighting when she finally slept.
The brilliant Texas sun streamed into the bedroom of Peggy Nichols' side street cottage. She turned on her bed, sleepily shielding her eyes from the brightness that played over her face, and tucking the thin sheet higher over her otherwise naked body as a morning breeze blew gently over it from the partially open window. It was the morning of another beautiful, warm Indian summer day, but the troubled woman was too upset to enjoy the unseasonably delightful weather.
As she slowly came awake and the thickness of her sleep filtered from her mind, she realized the distant tolling of church bells had awakened her. Now other sounds began to dimly reach her ears. Faintly she could hear the soft rustlings of the bushes beneath her window and the laughing shouts of boys playing in the field across the street.
She sat up and looked out the window. There was David, Andrew's son, knocking on a door across the street. He carried his collection book. A newspaper route was only one of his many part time jobs. Peggy was reminded of what had happened with the boy's father the previous afternoon. She could again feel the heady influence of the liquor she had drunk . . . and her hungry response to the man's intense advances . . . and the rising fires of her own passion as she had surrendered to him while he'd slowly removed her clothes. Once more she could see herself writhing in naked abandonment upon the picnic blanket before him. Again she felt the yearning passion as he'd softly caressed her sensitively quivering breasts and genitals to a fever pitch of excitement. . . And then the unwanted panic gripping her mind as she'd felt his erect, throbbing hardness against her trembling thighs - and the uncontrollable horror clutching her later when she'd realized that the only way she could accept and respond to him was by pretending he was only fourteen years old.
Oh God, even when she loved a man she was unable to sexually respond the way she should. The threat of his love-making had turned her into a desperately terrified woman. It was still as it had always been with her; only the vibrantly eager penis of that young boy in Seattle could drive her insane with lusting desire, and she knew that the loving she'd not been able to accept from Andrew she would hungrily welcome from his teenage son. And the handsome fourteen year old youth was just a few feet away now, innocently unaware of her unspeakable desire for him . . .
Peggy thrashed miserably on the bed for a few more minutes, but gradually she regained most of her control. She couldn't stay in bed, if for no other reason than David would soon be finished across the street, and she had to be dressed when he came to be paid. And besides, she firmly resolved, staying here was no answer; she had to bravely face her lewd weakness and learn how to conquer it somehow.
Resolutely, Peggy rose up naked from her bed, her lushly ripened body gleaming radiantly from the streaming sun. She started across to the bathroom, trying to avert her eyes from the temptation to look out the window. In spite of her best intentions, she was unable to keep from glancing outside. Her eyes locked in shameful hunger on the grassy lawn across the way, and she lingered in front of the window as she studied the lithe young adolescent bodies as they noisily practiced football.
Moving to one side where she was partially hidden by the gossamer material of the curtains she continued gazing hungrily, her tiny pink tongue tracing nervously over her full glistening lips. Once again the old familiar desires for nude young flesh spiraled electrically through her softly tingling nerve-ends, making her gasp with helpless yearning. She had been able to somehow control herself up until yesterday, but Andrew Campbell had built her seething frustration into a raging fire with his fingers and lips! Now the mere sight of tender young David and the other teenagers out there was enough to set her wildly trembling body afire with prurient desire.
Oh God, she had to get control of herself! Shuddering guiltily, Peggy forced herself to pull away from the tempting window, when she suddenly caught a glimpse of young David Campbell coming toward her. He was going to cross right by her window! Move away . . . she had to move away . . . ! But the tantalizing sight of the innocent teenage boy temporarily hypnotized her into immobility, and she could only stand behind the thin gauzy drapes with unquenchable yearning.
God, he was a beautiful boy! He was wearing only a pair of tight jeans, his tanned, satin-smooth back as exposed and naked as his father's had been the day before. The ripple of his developing young muscles with the glistening film of perspiration on them brought tingling little quivers of wicked delight through Peggy's nakedly twitching pussy. Covetously she watched the boy, aware that the firm round flesh of her breasts and buttocks was quivering from the slowly intensifying passions running rampant through her mind. She moaned with hotly panting breath, feeling once again that her body was inexorably beginning to betray her, in spite of her insistent promises to hold check on that forbidden hunger.
Peggy groaned with the humiliation of knowing that the mere sight of a young teenage boy could drive her to so high a state of helpless passion. When she realized that David was staring directly at the window where she stood, her shame was complete. Yet, even then, she was incapable of stopping herself from smiling provocatively with a blatant taunt, before easing back out of his view. God, I can't let myself do it again! I've got to get hold of myself! Quivering with self-loathing, she rushed into the bathroom in an attempt to erase the inciting image of the supple-limbed youth from her tormented mind.
Oh God! It's just as bad as it was with young Stanley Ord. Ed was right! I am a wanton whore - a boy fucker! Incapable of being a man's woman - maybe even a child molester! No!! It mustn't happen again - but already her alcohol fogged brain was busy inducing provocative images. Last night's Scotch and rum seemed reactivated.
Frantic with desperation, she twisted the handles of the shower and stepped into the small stall. The frightened young teacher sighed gratefully as hot cascades of needling water beat against her firmly rounded breasts and softly curling pubic hair. She hoped fervently she could wash some of the unseen mental stains off and down the drain. The hot spray was a masochistic delight as it ruthlessly stabbed the soft white flesh of her breasts like dozens of tiny daggers, the pin-pricks not enough to really hurt, but enough to send her small, hardening nipples rising in taut erectness. Lathering a small washcloth she began a brisk soaping of her fevered skin as though she wished to punish her sinfully reacting body still further, but the smoothly sliding cloth only seemed to cause more teasing little sensations of sensual arousal. God, the shower was supposed to cleanse her of her sexual desires, not perversely stimulate them!
She shivered and undulated unhappily, moaning from the unwanted feather-like sensations, telling herself over and over that what she was feeling was wrong and crazy .. . But as she ran the cloth over her flat, rippling belly and down around the two ivory of her buttocks, small curling tendrils of lewdly sensuous fire began to lick at her wickedly throbbing vagina. She slipped her hands down between her warmly pulsating pussy lips, pressing softly into them with the soapy bath cloth until its wet slippery smoothness was sliding rapidly back and forth from clitoris to the tiny hairless opening of her rectum.
"OOOhhhhhhhhh, God!" she groaned softly, feeling an intense spasm of erotic excitement rippling through her responding flesh.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhh," she moaned again in unwilling defeat. But it was pointless to struggle against the deliciously searing flames, and she surrendered helplessly to the maddening, ever-rising sensations. Oh God! She was glad she was alone! No one else would know of her weakness . . .
"Mmmmmmmmmm," she mewled aloud as her thoughts again wandered back to yesterday. But this time the images created no fear, they only fueled her unsatiated passions, and now she could excitedly imagine herself naked on the ground with the lust-raging body of Andrew Campbell over her. That was better than remembering the boy in Seattle. Standing in the shower she could envision herself doing all the things that Andrew wanted her to do, eagerly letting him make love to her in a hundred different positions, and eagerly accepting his long thick hardness up between her legs. But as the mental image of his rigidly throbbing adult penis began to slowly worm its way into her openly waiting vagina, her mind wavered with uncertainly and the picture began to slowly change . . .
Peggy began to dream of another beautifully hard penis... a nice virile penis belonging to a younger, more innocent male body . . . the lean, hard erection that lay heavily up between her open thighs now throbbed hotly from between the naked legs of Andrew Campbell's teenage son, David. "Oh, David, oh God, David," she gasped, rubbing the soapy bath cloth smoothly in her left hand as though it was the boy's rhythmically pumping organ driving in and out of her wetly hungering vagina. "Oh, Davidddd..."
She reached down between her legs with her other hand to warmly part the water-drenched curls of dark pubic hair, sending another electrical spasm of forbidden delight coursing through her nakedly aroused body. The cloth teased its way up between the fleshy pink lips of her hotly waiting vaginal slit, brushing lightly against her pink budding clitoris and sending it jerking into a hardened invitation for more. She swayed uncontrollably, building toward an explosive climax as she dreamed of David's boyish hardness delightfully sliding in and out of her tender, hair-lined vaginal opening and gently filling the yearning hole up between her legs.
"Oh, Daviddd ..." she moaned passionately. "Oh yes, do it to meeee . . . little baby ... oh, David ..." So lost was she in her lewd arousal that she did not notice the sudden shadow in the room!
And young David Campbell, his eyes bulging wide in disbelief rubbed his hands increasingly faster down over the rapidly rising hardness in his jeans, his strong young cock pulsing heavily with a stiff, uncontrollable ache. He had been standing in the doorway of the mist-shrouded bathroom for several seconds now, watching the nakedly twisting woman with awe-struck fascination. His Math teacher's wantonly contorted facial features were a visual duplication of his own budding young sexual fires that roared hotly through him. His immature mind was totally enthralled by the lewdly exciting sight of the beautiful young teacher's finger-fucking of herself!
Christ! Mrs. Nichols bare-ass naked and fingering her snatch like she was going to blow her mind! Ohhhhhhh Jesus! So that's how girls do it to themselves! David could see in the bathroom mirror that his mouth hung loosely open and his wildly peering eyes were like glistening hot marbles set in his red-flushed cheeks. He knew he shouldn't be watching and that she would be awfully mad if she caught him, but frig! He couldn't tear himself away! It was the hottest thing he'd seen; even better than the dirty pictures he had hidden in his bedroom!
Andrew Campbell's young son stood rooted in mesmerized fascination while his slim virile penis jerked excitedly against his trembling abdomen. Man, his cock was as hard as a wooden ruler and longer than it had ever been before! He could only squeeze and fondle its blood-throbbing length in breathless agitation as he gasped at the erotic spectacle before him. The youth was barely able to stifle a loud groan as he panted, watching the voluptuously curved woman gently spread the soft dark curls of her pubic hair to either side of her fleshy vaginal lips and reveal all of her moistly glistening pink slit to his fevered eyes. Crap! He'd had no idea that a pussy would look so soft and pink, and he could even see her tiny asshole as she slithered her wash cloth around and around, faster and faster in the heat of her sexual frenzy.
David breathed in twitching excitement as his hardened rod of youthful flesh painfully swelled even larger in his pants. Ohhhh, shit, wait until he could get back home and take his pants off! He was going to beat his cock until he came twice, he was so excited! And he wouldn't be looking at those sex photos, either! Shit, he'd be dreaming about shoving it right up inside Mrs. Nichols's hot little pussy and making her moan and shake just like she was doing to herself now!
Peggy was oblivious to being watched as she strained for her climax and deep breathless gasps of animal pleasure rose from her heaving chest. She splayed her quivering thighs wider apart in a desperate effort to bury the invading wash cloth deeper into the tightly pulsing passage of her fevered vagina, toes curling as she attempted to keep her balance in the slippery shower stall. She could feel herself spiraling toward the explosive orgasm she had to have and rolled her head from side to side as she thought sensuously of young David Campbell's tender young penis spewing its fresh boyish sperm deep up into her belly.
And then . . . then she saw the slight motion out of the corner of her eye. The frantic teacher stopped her desperately working fingers as though they were made of stone and she slowly twisted around to face the door, afraid and yet quivering with an unexplained excitement. Oh God, no! Not him!
"David!" she gasped in horror. "Wha. . . ?"
"Oh no!" came a high-pitched moan from the boy. He could only stare at her in helpless immobility, tormented with uncertainty. Should he say something or simply run away and hope she didn't tell his father on him? "Oh, Mrs. Nichols, I . . . Oh, Jesus ... I'm sorry."
The shocked and confused woman hunched automatically over with the washcloth still implanted lewdly up between the open lips of her passion-drenched pussy, crimson shame flushing her nakedly quivering breasts and face. She had been caught fingering herself with Andrew's son, David, in her mind and now, suddenly, here he was in the flesh, nearly as naked as she, with nothing covering him but his worn and tattered jeans! Peggy's shocked eyes slipped unconsciously to the front of his pants, and the sight suddenly filled her with an overwhelming rush of passion. She could clearly see a stiffly slender roundness pressing outward against the soft faded material; little David had an erection from watching her play with herself!
Forcing her head to turn away, she quickly shut off the shower so that her hands would not reach out of their own accord and release his swollen young penis from the tightness of his pants! God, the aching desire in her was too much to bear, and she prayed that the heavily breathing boy would not understand the tormenting passions that were gripping her own hotly aroused body!
"David," she managed to whisper in a trembling and faltering voice. "David, what . . . what are you doing here?"
"I I heard you calling me," he whimpered timidly. "I, I came to collect for the paper, and I thought I heard you calling my name."
"Oh, no," she groaned, squeezing her eyes tightly shut. She had been calling him . . . calling out his name in her passion . . .
"I ... I know I shouldn't be watching you, Mrs. Nichols," David was near the verge of frightened tears, and his quavering voice tugged threateningly at the older woman's ever-lessening control. "G-Gee, but I couldn't help myself, honest!" he blurted.
Peggy could feel a light tremor coursing through her thighs and, with a lewd urge too powerful to control, she turned and exposed all of her satin nakedness to the wide-eyed boy. She shuddered, knowing it was perverted and would only lead to more temptation. She wanted desperately to reach out and caress his tender young genitals, and in spite of her revulsion, she took a deep breath to make her proudly uplifted breasts rise even higher on her chest.
"G-Golly," David gasped. "You - You're the prettiest woman I've ever seen!
She smiled coyly at him, the lewdly rising flood of her abnormal need overcoming her as she stepped shakily out of the shower stall. Hungrily she studied his smooth teenage features and marveled at how handsome and masculine he was at only fourteen. The inflamed center of her pussy went on tingling in wickedly lewd response to the sight of his bulging young penis throbbing in his pants.
Get him out of here! Peggy heard a part of her mind frantically warn. Oh, God, get him out before its too late! But her mind wouldn't function properly while she basked under the blatantly eager gaze of his hungry young eyes roaming hotly over her naked breasts and buttocks.
"Thank you, David, dear," she heard herself tell him. "That's a nice thing to say."
"It's true, Mrs. Nichols! Oh gosh, I bet you're even prettier than my mother was!"
Peggy moaned softly, swaying slightly as she remembered with new-felt passion Andrew Campbell's proposal of marriage . . . God, to be David's mother. . . I may love Andrew, but I love his young son more . . . her pink vaginal slit throbbed teasingly against the softly silky curls of her pubic hair, the small nipples of her firmly, pulsing breasts tingling as she took another wet, shivering step toward the gasping, wide-eyed youth. "You poor dear," she cooed eagerly, "You must miss your mommy very much."
"Awww," young David murmured in blushing embarrassment, "It ain't so bad." He couldn't tell her he didn't even remember his mother.
Manfully he struggled to keep his wide-staring eyes off his curvaceous teacher's nakedly exposed pussy that was so achingly close to him now . . . but even her warmly sympathetic face smiling down at him was enough to send his hard little cock jerking in his pants. Oh Jesus, his painfully throbbing penis wouldn't go limp for anything, and if she got any closer and saw him with his hard-on, she'd be mad at him for sure! Shit, he shouldn't have ever stopped when he'd seen her standing naked through the window, 'cause now look what happened!
"I know you want a mother, David dear." Peggy's voice was sultry with longing to hold the tender boy to her. "I know you miss a warm and loving older woman to comfort you, don't you?"
Oh shit, he did, he really did! David thought helplessly. He tried to say something to Mrs. Nichols, but his throat felt as though it was made of sandpaper, and all he could do was quiver with wildly throbbing sensations he had never felt before in all his life. Jesus, what was she trying to do to him? In another second he'd be bawling like a baby and wanting to have her hold him. She was so close now he could smell her warm breath and clean fresh skin . . . Ohhhh, she was reaching out with a hand now . . . Jesus, if she touched him, he'd melt right into the floor, he knew he would!!!
"Go-golly, Mrs. Nichols," he finally managed to falter, "M-Maybe you want me to go huh? I can ... I can collect for the paper next week."
Tell him to go! Peggy's weakening conscience screamed desperately. Tell him before you touch his tender young body. . . but her hotly hungering cunt was overwhelmed with an uncontrollable need for the young boy. Her proudly exposed breasts heaved high and swollen only inches in front of David Campbell's confused youthful face. Her voice turned soft and husky as her surrendering body was no longer able to resist the sweet torment of her wildly mounting desires.
"No, don't go, David dearest." She lay cool, trembling fingertips on his smooth, unlined forehead. "I want you to stay here. With me, with your new mommy! David . . . come, come to Mother!"
A strangled cry escaped her wetly parted lips, and wildly she threw both her arms around him in a sudden surge of uncontrollable desire. She pulled the innocently unresisting youth close against the billowy softness of her naked wet breasts, crushing him hungrily to her. Peggy tried to tell herself that what she was doing was wrong and wicked . . .but her inflamed senses were too fevered with lust for his hard young penis she could feel pulsing down against her faintly trembling thighs. Every tingling nerve in her lewdly aroused body was reacting with overwhelming sensations, her vows and promises feeble barriers that were swept aside by the demand for ultimate fulfillment. She couldn't help undulating her trembling hips seductively against his tightly pressed abdomen while she planted several warm, loving kisses on his cheeks and face.
"You sweet darling," she sighed with unquenchable passion. "You dear, lovely boy. Kiss your make-believe mommy..." She brushed her quivering wet breasts across his warm young lips, and felt him tremble in a wild, barely contained excitement. Delicious sensations raced out of control through her belly as she watched the suddenly trembling youth timidly place his mouth against her white, eagerly offered mounds of flesh.
She pressed his innocent lips even closer to the distended nipple of the quaking breast he was kissing, moaning softly as she guided the hardened little bud further into his warmly open mouth. "Suck my breast, David. Suck and feel it with your tongue like you were hungry ..."
"Ohhhhh, Jesus, Mrs. Nichols!" She heard the boy's muffled groan.
Peggy gently cupped one of her hands behind his head. "It's all right, David. I like you kissing me there, really I do. Ohhhhhh, yes, yes . . . Mmmmmmm, like that. Oh dear, you're so good to your Mommy ..."
Young David couldn't halt his brain's wild spinning. Jesus! He was actually sucking his teacher's big tits! Her nipple in his mouth was the wildest taste he'd ever had! The other kids would never believe him! Shit, he loved it! He loved it!
Peggy's uncontained passions had reached that sensation-filled peak where absolutely nothing could have stopped her from continuing her lewd seduction of the young fourteen year old boy. She gently smoothed her hand down over his back, feeling all of his warm naked flesh with slowly circling fingertips . . . God, his tender skin was just like a baby's, like new and untouched satin! Oh God, oh God, it was too much to bear . . . Her other hand slowly eased around to the front of his pants and softly caressed the swollen outline of his straining young penis. She felt the boy tremble and gasp, then he was sucking harder than ever at her hotly palpitating breast. A searing flame of lewd desire raced through her belly while she teasingly traced up and down his boyishly virile cock, delicately squeezing it between her thumb and forefinger.
David sucked in his breath when he felt her gently ease down the zipper of his jeans and slip her hand tantalizingly inside his open fly. He could feel her soft velvety fingers as they taunted him grazing beneath one legband of his thin cotton undershorts and around the smooth flesh of his inner thigh. Then he moaned, quivering all over with delight as her hand lovingly began to stroke the sensitive flesh of his rock-hard penis. Ohhh, he couldn't have stopped her if he'd wanted to! Rising tingles of sexual excitement spiraled up from between his youthful loins and swirled maddeningly through his lean hairless belly. She had his wildly throbbing cock right in her hand, and was playing with it! And . . . and, oh, Jesus, now she was feeling his balls, too! And he was sucking on her tits!
"Mmmmmmmmmm," he groaned around her softly delicious breast which throbbed between his firmly sucking lips. He couldn't control his moans and sighs as she continued to tenderly fondle the pulsating shaft of his penis and the fleshy sac of his tautly sperm-swollen testicles. "Ohhhhhh . . . Mrs. Nichols, Mrs. Nichols. . . !"
"Don't be afraid, David darling," she whispered. "Mommy wants to undress you now, and let you be as naked as she is ... "
Peggy gently eased her breast free of his eagerly sucking young mouth and slowly dropped to her knees on the wet tile of the bathroom floor. Trailing her long dark hair teasingly down over his heavy-breathing chest, she kissed his seed-like nipples until he groaned and quivered as he stood above her. She played her moistly sliding tongue down further to lave his belly, and washing the tender navel, while her softly curling hand traced along the waistband of his jeans to unbutton the top of his open fly. She smoothly drew his pants down, slipping his white cotton shorts with them. Then tenderly she lifted each of his slender young legs to remove his clothing along with his scuffed brown shoes. Her hungry eyes greedily absorbed the sight of his virilely rigid penis as it throbbed between his strong young thighs, while the heady sensations of salacious delight fluttered through her own fully exposed belly and loins.
"You're beautiful, darling," she exclaimed. Her body was lewdly tingling with an insanely rising excitement, her brain afire with an obscene mindlessness as she gently wrapped her fingers once more around his swollen young cock. Oh God, it was just the perfect size! Fat for its length, its bulbous head a richly glistening crimson at the tip where the tiny moist slit creased it! And ohhh... his lovely young testicles were so tightly round as they lay warmly in a scrotum of fine velvet skin!
David looked down in wild-eyed amazement, having given up trying to believe what was happening to him . . . only that it was! He watched mesmerized as she taunted his painfully hardened cock with her fingers, pulling the foreskin down so that its lust-swollen head stood out like a beacon, her wetly glistening lips less than an inch from its tip.
"Ohhhhh ..." he whimpered and nakedly squirmed above her. "Ohhh, shit!" he gulped, truly stunned by what this beautiful older woman was doing to him.
"Darling, David, you feel so good." Peggy breathed hotly against his youthful, soft chest.
"Let's go into my bedroom where we can have more fun!"
OOOhhh, he knew he shouldn't. . . but he was going to! Oh Jesus, she was so beautiful and her tits were like honey in his mouth . . . and damn, the way she was stroking his cock was too much to take! He gaped down at her trying to swallow the parchness that had dried his voice from his throat, and when he couldn't answer her, he simply nodded his head with enthusiasm. She laughed in warmly seductive delight, standing up to take his hand and draw him out of the bathroom and lead him across to her bedroom. Jesus! He knew he'd never be the same after this, but he didn't care! He didn't care about anything except the fun she was promising him!
"Crawl onto the bed now, dearest," the young teacher crooned in wanton anticipation. The fourteen year old youth eagerly obeyed, lying on his back with his hard, virile penis standing high and proud while she stretched nakedly out beside him in lewd display. Then she began to smooth her hands tantalizingly down over his developing muscles and into all the secret hollows and crevices of his tenderly youthful body. Her lushly glistening lips fastened wetly onto his, her tiny moist tongue darting between his teeth to explore his warmly gasping mouth while she ground her hair-covered pubic mound against his hips in a provocative circling motion.
"Tell me, David, did you like watching me play with my pussy in the shower?" Peggy whispered in a throaty, sensuous voice. "Tell me the truth now . . . did you?"
He rolled his head from side to side on the pillow, fretfully looking up at her. "Y-yes, yes, I did!" He gasped excitedly. Crap! He was going right out of his mind! "I liked it! I liked it a lot, Mrs. Nichols!"
Peggy's green eyes were smokily glazed from the uncontained desires running wildly throughout her flesh. Her awareness that Andrew Campbell's son was nearly frantic with his own sexual lust only fanned the flames of her maddened passions more. She could remember only too well when she'd coerced the helpless and defenseless young boy in Seattle and that thought alone was enough to drive her mad, even though she knew that later . . . afterwards . . . she would hate and revile herself for what she was doing now to another immature boy. Slowly she raised her knees beside him, her full straining breasts swaying sensuously with her movements as she pulled his naked young body slowly over to a kneeling position between her thighs. She spread the full white columns of her long tapered legs wider apart, kneeing them outwards until the silken triangle of her wetly glistening vaginal slit was entirely exposed to his straining unbelieving young eyes.
"Mommy's pussy is soft and silky and wants you to pet it the way I did. Put your fingers in it, darling. You want to, don't you?"
"Oh ... oh God almighty!" David's face was now hovering only a few inches from the dark curls which so softly fringed her moistened cuntal opening, and his breath caught in his throat as he watched her hips sensuously rotate with a lewd expectancy. "Oh, I sure do want to touch it!" he gasped in lustful fascination as he gaped down at the narrow, coral-hued slit which started at the bottom of her smooth white belly and trailed downward into the white rounded spheres of her buttocks. Jesus, this way he could even see her little pink asshole! Who wouldn't want to touch it?
Heart pounding erratically in his chest, he leaned forward and touched the warm hair-fringed lips of her pussy slowly pressing them apart with his thumbs until all of the pink, passion-flushed cuntal flesh lay exposed to his eyes. David gradually eased more of his hand into her warmly throbbing vaginal mouth, delightedly feeling its smoothness twitch and palpitate against his hand.
"Put it in, David darling. Put your little finger right up inside my little pussy hole! Ohhhh, finger my cunt, darling, finger your Mommy's cunt!"
The lust-driven Math teacher raised her head eagerly so she could stare down at the naked young student between her desire-swollen breasts. She watched breathless as David Campbell brushed his hand gingerly between the silken strands of her dark pubic curls then gently pressured his outstretched middle finger up inside the fleshy wetness of her hungrily welcoming pussy.
"That's it, darling, rub it. . . rub it just like that, in and out... in, and oohhh, yes, out..." Peggy gasped, undulating her hips and nakedly writhing buttocks up against more of his sliding, caressing youth fingers. "Ohhh, that's so nice, David . . . Ohhhhh God . . . !"
The boy was speechless from the wildly erotic picture which lay spread before his innocent eyes. His teacher's legs were arched in spreading wideness while he was fucking his finger as deep as it could go into the hot little hole up between her thighs. Man, it was just like he was actually fucking her! He'd never dreamed that a woman's pussy could be so soft and warm inside, and so pink and sparkling all around it! Shit, what would his cock feel like up inside her? Better than his finger he bet . . .
Peggy quivered from head to toe with the rapturous sensations that his pistoning young hand was causing up inside her tightly clenched vaginal passage. Mewling deliriously, she felt its inexperienced prodding massage over every inch of her hotly clasping cuntal wall. Passionately, she pulled him up over her pressing her firmly full breasts into his hard slim chest, kissing him again with a hungering lecherous delight. She raised and lowered her full quivering thighs on his sliding fingers, her belly an inferno of forbidden sensations more avid than she remembered even with Stanley. The feel of his tender young hand inside her, his virile young cock so close to her feverishly aching hole was driving her almost to orgasm alone! God, the young boy was so helpless, so completely subject to her every lascivious whim! She couldn't wait a second longer!
"Yes," she whispered in her stranger's voice. "Oh, yes, God, yes."
"Yes, what, Mrs. Nichols?" David asked, raising his hand, unable any longer to contain his anxious grin but knowing that pretense was no longer important. "Did I do something wrong? Did I hurt you? What do you want me to do?"
"I ... I want you to ... to suck me, David."
"Suck you . . . Mrs. Nichols? Where?"
"My. . . my pussy!" she cried, her eyes closing again, her hips grinding a lewdly sensuous circle down against the bed, her head beginning to loll from side to side with expectant lust. "My pussy, my pussy! I want you to lick my pussy! Oh, David, baby, lick it, lick it!"
Nervously, David lowered his head, his wet young lips touching her wildly quivering slit, his tongue licking out into her throbbing vaginal orifice in the ultimate French kiss.
"AAAAAggggghhhh!" Peggy screamed as his timid wet tongue dipped into her steaming hot pussy. Her body reacted with convulsive lurches as her hands grasped his hair and tried to pull the boyish face deeper into her desire-soaked loins. Oh God, it felt good, it felt so goodddd! Oh God, how could she have ever lived this long without it after that one beautiful experience with Stanley? . . . how could she ever have denied herself this? ... it was soooo gooooddddd!
The wildly aroused fourteen year old boy continued his eager tonguing of her moistly trembling slit and, as he became more sure of himself, his hands slipped up over her belly to her fully firm breasts once more, cupping and squeezing their warm softness. His mouth and tongue continued the incited assault of her widespread cuntal slit, making obscene sucking sounds that seemed to fill the room. Shit! This has to be the best thing in the whole fucking world!
She clenched her hands into white-knuckled fists in the boy's hair, pulling some of the blond strands loose in her convulsive actions, as David's probing tongue accidentally located the erectly pulsating button of her clitoris. She whined sharply, agonizingly, as he sucked the tiny bud between his sharp white teeth, holding it there tightly. "Oh God! That's it, baby! Suck it! Suck my clit!" she cried.
He began to run the tip of his tongue around and around it in continuous circles. The wantonly writhing teacher's head was flailing in total abandonment from side to side, as David opened his mouth yet wider, moving his tongue downward along the smoothly heat-moistened slit to the throbbing hair-fringed opening of her vagina.
Oh crap! It was just like fucking her with his mouth. He began to do it. Orally he fucked her harder and faster, faster and harder, sliding his hot, hard tongue up into her dilated, wetly clasping hole. Listening to her making unintelligible whimpering sounds, he swirled and flicked his tongue around the velvet-like interior of the pulsatingly soft cunt lips.
Peggy's cries of animal pleasure now filled the small bedroom. Oh God, oh God, oh God! her brain screamed over and over again as young David continued to mouth and tongue her sweating, dripping cuntal slit. And then, as her buttocks jerked and spasmed beneath his plunging young tongue, she heard him moaning incoherently. She sucked in her breath in a gulping swallow, moaning with him in rapture, past all caring now . . . even though a small part of her mind cried out that she was dirty, vile, perverted . . . She slung her pelvis up at him as hard as she could, her lewdly lurching body quivering uncontrollably now beneath the teenager's eager assault, her wildly throbbing pussy spasming furiously with torrent after torrent of sensual pleasure that had seized control of it. . .
David licked and sucked and drove his tongue into her sweetly dripping vagina, reveling in the abandoned gyrations of her lust-controlled body. Oh shit! No one would ever believe he'd sucked and licked his Math teacher like this! He began to drive his tongue harder and harder into her hotly milking vaginal passage, drenched with her juices, the downy soft hairs of her pussy wetly tickling his face. He paused for a brief moment to stare up along the sweat-slick valley between her high breasts at the twisted grimace of lust on her lovely face. Oh Christ, she was really digging it! She was wallowing in it, all right; if boys can cum, women can cum too, and it won't be long now, not long at all! He lowered his head again to that moistly heated little hole up between her legs.
The lust-crazed young teacher writhed and squirmed beneath the boy's insanely licking tongue until she thought she would surely go mad from the sheer ecstatic rapture in her love-starved pelvis and belly. God, she had to have release, had to have it soon! Her head continued to flail like a broken puppet's as her pussy ground up into the boy's lusting face and tongue. She had to have the feel of him deep up inside her belly! That would be the ultimate, to coax and drain the fresh young sperm from his tender cum-heavy testicles! Gently she reached down and pushed his wetly glistening face away from her passion-drenched pussy.
"Have you ever fucked a cunt with that beautiful young cock of yours before, David?" she asked breathlessly. "Your tongue is beautiful, but I want your cock!"
"N'no, honest I haven't," he managed in panting gulps of breath. Jesus, she'd said fuck. Fuck and cunt and cock! "N-never, Mrs. Nichols."
"Well, you're going to fuck one now, David . . . you're going to fuck mine with your beautiful prick!" she whimpered twisting her hips in a heated urgency as she reached down between their nakedly sweating bodies to grasp his painfully swollen young penis. With loving tenderness she placed the blunt blood-engorged head against the wide-splayed legs of her hotly moist cuntal flesh. She began to move her pelvis up and around his tightly-held penis, pressing it deeply against her moistly softened vaginal mouth with her own fingers.
"Ohhhh," the young David groaned loudly. He thrust his slenderly naked loins down over hers in bewildered ecstasy, wild pinpricks of sensations stabbing up through his belly. "Ohhh, Mrs. Nichols!"
She opened her legs on either side of him so that the fourteen year old boy was cradled firmly between her widespread thighs, and he could feel his hard bulbous cock-head slip wetly along the fevered hair-lined crevice he had been so recently tongue-fucking. She raised her moistly welcoming cunt up to his hotly pulsing penis, and then the entire length of his boyish shaft of flesh felt to him as though it were being sucked right up inside her burning wet pussy mouth!
Oh damn! Oh crap! He was really fucking her! He was really fucking a woman, his first very own naked woman! Shit, he wished the guys could see him ... he wished the whole world could see what a man he was now! The youngster was filled with a sense of limitless power, and with a wild cry of delight, he pressed down upon her body, his weight crushing her full rounded breasts tightly against her chest. He thrust his lean hips forward to slide deeply into her soft warm cunt like a driving piston, pushing the smooth walls of her wetly throbbing pussy in rippling waves of ecstasy before his rampant young cock.
Peggy felt his small sperm-laden testicles slam hard against the cheeks of her tightly clenched buttocks and she groaned in submissive rapture as the blunt head of his hard young penis throbbed like a second heart buried deep up in her sensitive cuntal passage.
"Ohhhhh, yessssss," she sighed loudly in delight as she kicked her feet out into the air, locking her arms and legs back tightly around his tense young body. The thrill of being satisfied by so young a boy sent chills of forbidden pleasure coursing up and down her spine, and the inner muscles of her wetly pulsing vagina tightened around his throbbing young penis, beginning a softly pressuring action of their own volition. For a crazy moment she was able to imagine how she must look - a twenty-nine year old woman letting her uncontrollably straining pussy absorb an innocent fourteen year old boy's virginal cock - and she gasped for breath at the mind-shattering vision. But then she felt David begin to enthusiastically thrust his hips back and forth in an effort to penetrate further and further into her warmly dilating womb, and she deliriously abandoned all of her fears and doubts!
His slim young cock fucking smoothly up between her desperately working thighs was all the reason she had to have! She bent all of her mind now to the delicious enjoyment, eagerly yearning for the moment when he would shoot out his thick streams of adolescent sperm and fill her thirstily sucking belly as she'd never been filled before! Yes, oh God, yes ...!!!
David Campbell's eager young face glowed with the sexual pleasure he was experiencing for the very first time, and he bucked his lust-hardened penis harder and harder into the heatedly wet walls of his writhing young teacher's moistly gripping pussy. The sight of Mrs. Nichols's full white breasts jiggling their rose-tipped points beneath him and the fleshy pink folds of her tightly clenching vaginal slit as they drew so wonderfully against his wildly throbbing cock with every stroke he made, was more than his inexperienced young mind could stand! Ohhh, and now she was slipping a hand down around his ass, cupping his buttocks with a kneading motion he could feel all the way to his cum-churning balls! He could feel that his testicles were swelling with their ever-building load, and it wouldn't be long now until he shot all of his cum right up inside her! Right up inside a real woman's belly! Ohhhh ...!!!
"Ohhh, God Davidddd . . . Yesss ..." Peggy moaned ceaselessly up into his face, her eyes opening and closing in the lost daze of her passion. She was no longer ashamed for having seduced this innocent young boy. She was reveling in her lewd wickedness now like the perverted slut she knew she was at heart! His pounding, all-consuming young cock pumped deeper and faster up into her hotly willing vaginal passage, as she wrapped her thrashing legs more tightly around his heaving hips, rhythmically massaging his satin-soft buttocks with her passion-driven fingers. Their harsh deep pantings and softly mewling cries of spiraling enjoyment mingled with the squeakings of the bed to form a sexual cadence which echoed erotically around the two nakedly entwined bodies . . .
And then . . . then suddenly Peggy gasped with delirious excitement when she felt his boyish young cock begin to flex and pulse deep up inside her greedily sucking cunt, its hard rubbery tip flaring out inside her belly until she thought she would scream with delight! Her hands grasped harder into his smooth hairless buttocks, pulling him tightly closer into her expectant thighs, as she ground up against him, her own long-frustrated climax beginning with a force of a sensual tidal wave!!!
"Yes, Daviddd . . . Oh, yes, cum . . . Cum into Mommy's cunt! Cummmm!" She undulated beneath the young student's hardness, thrusting her yearning, lust-squirming pussy up and down over his burrowing, expanding young penis. "Oh, God, I'm there! Ahhh . . . !"
She screamed with rapturous delight as her frantically pulsating pussy began convulsing. The blond-haired youth paused for a single moment, astounded by the older woman's wildly thrashing hips beneath him. But then he felt his own body lose control of his newly discovered passions, and madly he slammed his virile young penis into her again and again in his furious straining for sexual release.
"OHHHHH, Mrs. Nichols!" he cried out in a high-pitched yell. His warm creamy young semen suddenly erupted from the pulsing blunt heat of his cock, spewing deeply up into her wide-stretched pussy, swirling deliciously together with the juices of her own insanely shattering orgasm. "OHHHHHHHH, teacher! I . . . I'm cumming, tooooo!"
Peggy's mind whirled in delirious sensuality as she felt the hot erupting liquid spurt out from his jerking adolescent penis like a never-ending stream of lava. The starving walls of her pussy clenched and unclenched spasmodically around his ejaculating hardness, desperately milking it of all his warmly thickened whiteness. His fresh young cum filled her wet insatiable cunt and the combining fluids of their releases overflowed around her erotically pulsing vaginal lips, trickling in a wet stream down between the soft crevice of her passion-tensed buttocks. Until - at last, Andrew Campbell's naked son fell exhaustedly across her naked body while her hotly throbbing vaginal walls squeezed their last quick spasms around his rapidly deflating young cock.
Peggy lay dazed, in quivering stillness, her legs collapsed on either side of the gasping youth's thighs and buttocks limply resting in the excess of hot wet liquids which had so completely filled her belly a moment before. Although her body lay drained of all its energy, her mind was beginning to return to reality and the expected aftermath of shame and disgust was inevitably filtering into her slowly awakening mind.
Miserably she lay sprawled out in the lewd position beneath the boy, watching with sickened self-loathing as his eyes flashed in caressing fascination over her sweating nakedness. Then, before she could turn away, David Campbell threw himself further upon her, kissing her face and cheeks with childlike desperation. She felt the warm salty wetness of his tears as he cried softly against her breasts, clutching her convulsively in his fourteen year old confusion over his first sexual experience.
"Ohhh, Mrs. Nichols," she heard him choke. "Oh, I don't want you to be my Mommy! I want you to be my girl. Oh, I'm so glad I fucked you! Don't be mad at me for telling you that! Please, Mrs. Nichols!"
"God, oh God," Peggy whimpered, clutching his delicious young body tightly to her and kissing the crown of his head. "No, David, baby . . . I'm not mad. I could never be angry with you ..."
The impossibility of this forbidden love-born lewd desire clawed at her until she thought it would tear her apart. Taking this innocent young boy's natural loneliness and perverting it to satisfy her own degenerate needs loomed more ugly now than ever in her mind. God, what a depraved and corrupt woman she had become! How could she live with herself? How could she ever face Andrew again knowing what she'd done to his only son? How could she teach again - how could she live? Oh God!
Chapter THREE
Andrew turned the eggs with a wide spatula and stood watching them bubble gently in the butter. Well, another week was starting. The week-end had flown by. Saturday the picnic with Peggy. God it wouldn't have been possible to have gotten through Sunday if he hadn't thrown himself into the stack of papers he'd brought home from school to work on. David had gone off to do his collections for his paper route and then had called to say he was going to a double feature with his buddies, so the whole day the house had been silent. Finally in the afternoon Andrew hadn't been able to stand the silence anymore. He'd dialed Peggy just to hear her voice. She'd sounded so strange . . . thick voiced and almost curt . . . sleepy and distant.
Well, hell. He'd told her Saturday to give her time to think and she was going to hold him to it. But God, he couldn't wait much longer! Despite the picnic and the beautiful release, he'd dreamed about her again last night. He wanted her worse than ever now.
Sliding the eggs onto plates, Andrew looked up to see David slouch into the kitchen. The boy looked pale and downcast. He wondered what had happened to make David look so inconsolable.
"Morning, son."
"Morning."
"The eggs are all ready . . . over and easy the way you like them. Just sit right down."
"Don't want any."
"Hey, what's the matter?"
"Nothing," the boy muttered sullenly. Christ, couldn't the old man leave him alone once in a while, David thought. In his head he'd been over everything a million times and he didn't know what to do. Christ!
Andrew stood with the plates in his hands. Well, this was something new. Up until now he'd felt he'd been pretty lucky with David. The boy hadn't seemed to have those awful moods most teen age boys were afflicted with. Now this! Had the kids been cruel to him at the movie? God knows kids could be. He knew from years of experience with kids though, that the one thing they hated the most was grown-ups prying at them, questioning them about what they felt were their private affairs. So . . . distract him. Maybe that would work. It had when he was little.
The assistant principal grinned and set his own eggs down at his place. David didn't even bother to look at him. Just stood awkwardly with his hands jammed in his jeans.
"I'll just get you some cereal, son." Andrew turned to rummage in the cupboard. "What'll it be . . . you want the sugared kind?"
"I . . . ah . . . don't want . . . I'm not hungry, Dad."
Andrew turned to look at the boy again, puzzled and a little concerned. Hell, all he needed now was for David to turn funny, just when he wanted to broach the subject of Peggy. It wouldn't do to have the boy acting weird when he needed him to be nice to her. If they were going to be a family they certainly couldn't start out with a resentful teen-ager.
"Okay, son. You don't have to have breakfast if you don't want to."
"Just coffee," David said gruffly, walking past Ids father to find a mug. Andrew could hardly suppress a smile at the way the boy said it and moved in a pretty good imitation of himself. Maybe David was just having growing pains, trying to learn how to be a man. God knows it wasn't easy.
"Well, good. Come and sit with me then while I eat. Didn't see much of you yesterday."
David poured the coffee and set the pot back on the stove. His hand shook a little. Yesterday! Craps, why did the old man have to bring up yesterday? It was hard enough already. Just the word "yesterday" sent the blood racing through him furiously. Christ! If he lived to be a hundred he'd never forget yesterday! His whole life had come apart then. Shit! How was he ever going to live through it now? Once you'd had it, how did you do without it? Would she let him do it again? Oh God! He had to!
Andrew ate in silence watching his son sip the coffee. He was hunched over the table in what looked like misery. Poor kid. Swallowing a bit of toast and washing it down with a sip from his own cup, Andrew cleared his throat.
"Do you like Mrs. Nichols, son?"
David jerked erect, sloshing coffee on the woodgrained table. The words shot through him like a pain. Oh shit! How could his father ask him a thing like that right now? Did he know? Could he have found out? Crap, crap, crap!
"Well, do you?" Andrew persisted. The kid was white as a sheet, but he nodded jerkily as he mopped up the coffee with a paper napkin.
The father smiled and nodded approvingly. His hand went out to touch the boy's arm. "I know this will be a little sudden for you, son, but . . . well, I guess I may as well ask it. How would you feel if I married Mrs. Nichols? How would you like to have her for a mother? You've been without one all these years, and I know it hasn't been easy, son . . . but frankly . . . I've never found a woman before that I thought would be right ... I mean as a wife for me . . . and a mother for you. But I think this time . . . I've found her."
David wondered frantically if he was going to burst into tears. Oh God, he couldn't! The guilt and shame rose in him like bile, mixed with a strange relief that his father didn't know about yesterday. But if Dad didn't know . . . then if he was careful, maybe he wouldn't find out at all. But crapamighty! If Dad married Peggy Nichols that would be the end . . . he'd never get to fuck her again. Christ, you didn't fuck your mother . . . even your stepmother. David didn't kid himself that there was another teacher right around the corner who liked to fuck boys his age. Hell, it just didn't happen! That's why yesterday had been such a fucking miracle! A miracle that wouldn't ever happen again if his father married this teacher ... the only one he'd ever even heard of who'd fuck a boy. And all the prissy girls at school wanted to ball the seniors. Shit! It looked like his first fuck might be his last!
"Well, son?" His father was looking at him earnestly. Oh Christ! What did he do now? Besides . . . what would his father think if he knew the woman he wanted to marry liked to fuck little boys? How could his father want to give him that kind of woman for a mother? Then the thought hit him that if his father married Peggy Nichols, he would be fucking her every night . . . legally . . . while he'd be lying in his room imagining her naked body thrashing in the throes of orgasm while his father rammed it to her! Jesus! He'd die . . . sure as anything he'd die!
"I ... I got to get to class . . . talk about it later ..." David managed to rasp out as he lunged for the door. He hit it running and didn't stop until he'd cleared the yard and was half way up the block. His chest felt like a ton of cement had landed on it and he hunched over as far as he could when the tears stung his eyes as he slowed to a fast walk.
CRAP AND DOUBLE CRAP! The whole frigging world was too damn complicated. Why in hell did Dad suddenly decide he had to have a wife . . . and that he needed a mother! Damn it! He didn't need a mother... he needed a woman to fuck for Christ's sake!
David scuffed the rocks out a driveway as he walked along, head down, hands jammed in jeans. There had to be a way. Holy cow! If he could get Dad to think Mrs. Nichols was no good, then he wouldn't marry her. But how? How could he make the old man think she wasn't fit to be a stepmother without exposing his own position? How? Think, Campbell. Think! Because if he could keep Dad from marrying her, then he could still fuck her whenever he wanted. That was one thing worth working on, by God!
Chapter FOUR
The gym was ablaze with paper streamers in riotous colors and clusters of girls were already clumping in groups, giggling and turning in their bright dresses. David hadn't planned to go until he'd heard in class that Peggy Nichols was going to be chaperoning the dance. He couldn't stay away once he heard that.
David wandered over to an equally exclusive group of boys. Two of the boys were freshmen students as he was and just about his closest pals. Both Al Boscomb and Mike Kester were a little older and more developed for their age and this was one of the reasons David was the junior member of the trio. He was often ignored and left out when the two bigger boys were doing things they knew David would consider "bad". He knew his old man didn't much like him running around with them, considering them both bad influences as their grades weren't too good. But his father's disapproval made him want to see them all the more. At least they weren't as dumb as most of the guys.
"Hi. How's it going?"
"Okay. Just looking over the chicks. Nothing much worth bothering with," Al drawled.
"Hey, you guys. I hear Nichols is going to chaperone. At least the scenery'll be better with a knockout like her around. Man, she must have the finest set of knockers I've ever seen on a broad," Mike chimed in.
"You don't see none finer. But, I'm not interested in just looking. Tonight I want snatch. What do you think the chances are with old Betty Wetty over there. I hear she'll put out if you give her the old steady routine," Al offered.
"Well, at least there's always old Polly. She'll open up for anybody."
David always had felt left out when the guys started in on the girls they'd had. But for once he wasn't. He'd fucked! . . . Fucked the beautiful teacher they both wanted so bad. At last he had something on Al and Mike!
"Well, you guys can fool around with those dumb girls if you want," he bragged. His voice sank to an excited whisper. "I got it into Mrs. Nichols."
"What do you want to be such a liar for, David? You been dreaming too hard jacking off," Mike snickered derisively.
"Right. You gotta be a real stud before you can get to that kind of pussy," Al added. "She wouldn't even let you look at it much less get into it!" Al snorted.
"I did!" David protested hotly. "I sure as hell did. I looked right up inside ... I licked it and sucked it. . . and ..."
"Bullshit!" Al sneered. "Only hole you ever been in is the one you make with your own hand."
"Listen, you dumb dudes," David said desperately. "I was over collecting for the paper Sunday, see, and Jesus! I looked up and there she is standing stark naked in the window."
"Yeah," Mike asked, curious now to see just how much the younger boy would lie.
"That's what I'm trying to tell you." David retorted. He'd caught their attention at last and it all came pouring out of him before he realized what he was doing. "So I heard her calling me then when I went on the front porch. I go in, see, to find out what's the matter. Only she's not in the living room. Finally I see her in the shower and she's finger-fucking herself!"
"No!" Mike Kester blurted, his eyes widening with excitement. "Got her hand right up her pussy, huh? Then what happened?"
"Well, she saw me and stops. Then instead of screaming or telling me to get the hell out, she stepped real slow out of the shower, like she was a stripper or something, and peels my clothes off! Then she takes me in the bedroom and before I know it, she wants me to lick her cunt and then I'm fucking her! She moaned and groaned, begging for it! 'Fuck me, David,' she yelled at me. 'Fuck me hard'!"
"Jesus Christ," Al Bascomb groaned, "she ever say that to me, and I'd ram it clean out her belly for sure!"
"Why the hell did she pick a kid like you?" Kester snapped.
"I dunno. Maybe because I was there and you weren't. All I can tell you is that it happened, and man, she is one fine piece of ass!"
"Ain't that the shits!" groaned Mike Kester. "I'm dying for some of that, and look who ends up throwing a fuck to her. There ain't no justice in the world, I tell you true."
"No . . . ?" A vicious gleam began to glitter in Al Bascomb's eyes. "Well, now, maybe we can work something out so there is. I mean, hell ... if David could do it, I oughta be able to slide my meat into her with no trouble at all."
Suddenly David saw a way out. It stood to reason that if Peggy liked his cock she'd like other boys' cocks too. He wasn't that eager to share her, but crap - it was better to share with the guys than have her for a mother and never be able to get it again.
"Listen, you guys, I got an idea."
"What idea?" Al asked.
"Simple. First we act real nice to her, so she won't think something's cooking. Then we give her drinks of that stupid punch - only we spike them first. You guys got some booze?"
"Right on, man," Mike chuckled lewdly. "We get her soaking drunk. Then what?"
"We follow her home. She'll be so boozed up that the rest will take care of itself."
"Hot damn, that's a fine idea," Al said. Then he frowned and turned to young David Campbell. "But how come you're so generous?"
He was scared of the whole idea of helping Al and Mike fuck Mrs. Nichols . . . but then, this was his big chance. If he backed out now, he'd never get another chance of getting in with them. Crap, what could he do? Besides, he had to stop the old man.
"Well, I like you guys and if I help you then I get some of the action too. Right?"
Damn it, the mere thought of that tight wet pussy sliding up and down over his cock was making it grow hard in his pants. Shit, he sure wanted more of her! "Only you gotta promise you won't hurt her."
"Naw, we won't," Al said.
"Hell, from the way you tell it, David," Mike added lewdly, "we won't have to. She'll be like a mink in heat for all of us! All ever-loving, fucking three of us guys!"
Peggy Nichols had been late for school Monday morning, the result of a throbbing hangover and a fearful reluctance to want to see Andrew Campbell or his son ever again. She had been foolish enough to hope she could change her warped sexual desires, but that had been before yesterday and her depraved actions with young David. Now she could see that when at last she did face the loving, widower again, it could only be to tell him she could not marry him, not ever! As for his handsome boy, she just prayed that she'd be able to seal away the unspeakably sordid episode with him in some dark recess of her mind. Eventually, if she could stay far away from the temptation he presented, she might be able to feel nothing except a guilty scar to remind her of what she'd done to him. She knew that she had to keep her mind off her nightmarish situation, or she'd never be able to go on, and that simply being around either of the Campbells would only make her wounds fester . . .
Yet as she thought of her alternatives, she realized with sinking heart that her only choice was to somehow continue her life here in Patterson as though nothing had happened to her. A quick resignation and suddenly leaving town would only place her where she'd been when she'd arrived - running in a fugitive panic. And this time, she didn't even have enough money to travel, her savings used up just to get her cross-country to Texas. She had to stick it out here, to somehow brazen through and hope things didn't get any worse. But God, how could they get worse than they already were?
Thursday evening, Peggy bathed and changed from the sober suit she'd worn that day into a more formal short green dress with buttons all down its front. She drove back to the high school building and arrived punctually at eight o'clock. The dance was being held in the downstairs gym, which had a side entrance that opened out on the parking area reserved for the staff. Already it was lined with a few older cars and pick-ups she recognized as belonging to some of the students.
She could hear music as she walked inside the gym. A five-piece rock group was warming up on the small platform near the back. They were obviously local talent, equipped with drums and electric guitars, and they were filling the high-ceilinged room with ear-splitting squeals, thumps and twangs. Around the sides of the room, the usual round tables and folding chairs were placed. On the tables were candles, inside rose-tinted glass bowls, and the regular lights were dimmed almost to complete darkness, so that the gym was bathed in a warm, romantically flickering glow. Bunting and streamers festooned the walls, and at the end there was a gayly-decorated "bar", where a large crystal bowl of punch sat among stacks of glasses.
The dance was supposed to go from eight to eleven. Although there were some boys and girls standing around, Peggy didn't expect things to become fully swinging until eight-thirty or nine o'clock. She walked over to the punch bowl, and was dipping herself a glass of the non-alcoholic drink, when the principal, Mr. Cantry, came over.
"On time, I see," her boss said appreciatively. "Good. It looks better if the kids see us all in force when they arrive. Tones them down right from the start," the sweating round faced man grinned.
"You're not expecting trouble, are you?" Peggy asked nervously. "Surely the students wouldn't be - "
"Don't be naive," he interrupted. "They'll try anything. They'll sneak in liquor or even drugs if we let them. Times have changed. We were taught to know our place, nowadays they think they can get away with murder."
"Yes, sir," Peggy replied, not wishing to argue with him. "Perhaps I should wait by the door," she suggested. "I could greet the students as they come in."
"Good idea," he said, nodding. "That way you can give them a quick glance to see if they're carrying any bottles or not. Damned marijuana, though. I can't find a way of stopping them from smoking short of stripping them down to their skin. You keep a sharp eye out, Mrs. Nichols. If you see anything or have any trouble, you find me, you hear? I'll know how to deal with those young whippersnappers," he promised, his lips taut and thin.
Peggy took her glass of punch and hurried to the side door. God, what an old-fashioned, narrow-minded attitude he had! No wonder juvenile delinquency was as rampant as it was, with such deplorable people as the principal in charge of education. She'd hate to have to turn in a child who'd committed some silly little prank, for she could see that the punishment would outstrip the crime. No, if there were any problems tonight - she doubted that there would be - she would try to find a way of handling them herself.
The auditorium gradually filled, the students filing in long streams through the door beside Peggy before finding tables and beginning to dance. The time sped swiftly for the curvaceous brunette teacher, and soon she found herself enjoying the young teenage scene. The band kept a heavy, throbbing beat which seemed to infiltrate her body, even though the five boys of the band were playing with more enthusiasm than professionalism. The dancing was of the modern style in the open clearing surrounded by the ring of tables, the couples gyrating in arm-waving, leg-twisting abandonment. She'd read somewhere that this was the current form of ancient African Tribal fertility rites; a type of make-believe, clothed sexual mating - and she could well believe it. Just standing by the door and tapping her foot in time to the music, she could feel a strange, light-fingered pulsing begin up between her own thighs as though she were sexually responding to the heady, jungle-born rhythms.
Along about nine-thirty, when the big room was thronged with kids whose names she couldn't even remember, David Campbell appeared at the door with his two buddies, Al Bascomb and Mike Kester. The sight of the three of them, especially young David, brought her back from giddy enjoyment to grim reality with a sharp, shuddering jolt of pain.
"E-evening," David said in a low voice, turning his eyes away from meeting hers.
"Good evening, David," she replied calmly, even though his sudden presence caused unexpected fluttering sensations to ripple through her belly. "Didn't you bring a date tonight?"
"Naw," Al Bascomb answered for the boy. "Ain't no girls we know pretty as you, Mrs. Nichols."
"That's for sure," Mike chimed in. "You going to save us a dance, maybe?"
"I can't," she declined even though she loved to dance. "I'm supposed to be a chaperone here, not join in the fun."
"Aw, sure you can," Mike persisted. "All the teachers do. Look, even old Hedgehog - I mean, Miss Hedge is having a fling."
Peggy turned to glance at the dance floor, and the husky youth was right. Alice Hedge was dancing sedately at arm's length with the coach, attempting a jogging fox-trot to the music. She had a hard time stifling a giggle at the ludicrous sight. "Well, maybe later on then," she agreed. "I'll see how busy I am."
"Right on," Kester said. "I'll be looking forward to a dance. Come on, gang, I need some of that punch first."
David Campbell didn't say a word, only following the other boys with his head hanging down. Peggy watched the three of them disappear into the crowd, exhaling a sigh of relief. God, poor young David must still be as ashamed as she was of their naked coupling on her bed last Sunday morning. He was an innocent, sensitive boy, and it was obvious that he hadn't been able to bury what had happened and forget it any more than she had. Then, once more, the perverse memory of the lewd intercourse she had committed with the handsome fourteen year old surged again through her head, reviving the warmly tingling twitch up between her thighs so much that the embarrassed and guilty teacher was forced to squeeze them tightly together in an effort to end the taunting sensations.
She was still squirming in her standing position at the door when the perspiring principal came up to her, his plump face reddened with exertion, and a fine sheen of sweat dotting his forehead.
"My, I see you haven't moved from your position, Mrs. Nichols," he said. "Conscientiousness is the mark of success, I always say."
"Thank you, sir, I thought it best to stay here, since you were inside," she said, wondering if the fat elder principal ever talked in anything but cliches. "I saw you dancing earlier."
He beamed, adjusting his glasses. "Well, all work and no play makes a dull boy, I always say," and he chuckled at his own brand of quaint humor. "Haven't you been dancing yet, a young woman like you?"
"No, I haven't. As I said, I thought I should ..."
"Well," he interrupted, taking her arm, "we'll rectify that right now. After all, everybody who's coming here has come by now. No sense in you standing by the door all night."
Before Peggy could protest, the portly principal was pushing her through the students to the polished dance-floor. There she followed him in a simple two-step, grateful that the band had slipped into a slow number as a change of pace. She was surprised to find that despite his girth, the rotund man proved to be an agile and smooth dancer, and they were able to keep together. But he attempted to press his flabby bulk against her tightly, until she was certain that she could actually feel a hardening bulge in the front of his trousers pushing into her abdomen.
"Please," she said, trying to loosen his hold on her.
"What's the matter? Don't you like my dancing?" he grinned at her, and continued to clutch her to him.
"No, no it's not that," Peggy replied weakly, afraid of offending her employer. "It's just that it's awfully warm in here." She was certain that she could feel his penis begin to throb against her lower stomach, and she struggled to back away from the frighteningly obscene pressure which rubbed sensuously against her thinly covering dress.
"Please, we have to set an example for the students. They're looking at us ... "
"Nonsense," he scoffed, his breathing growing heavy as the pulsating of his now obviously rock-hard shaft beat hotly into the soft flesh of her belly. "What do they know?"
Peggy was about to risk offending him and insist he let her go, when young Mike Kester approached and tapped her obnoxious partner on the shoulder.
"Yes?" the aroused principal asked him curtly.
"Begging your pardon, sir," the hard-faced youth said. "Miss Hedge sent me to look for you. She wants your help."
"Oh, she does, does she?"
"Yes, sir. She said to come immediately."
The principal glowered as he reluctantly removed his arm from around Peggy's waist. And with a grunt, he turned and angrily walked away.
Mike Kester stepped in to take his place, holding Peggy in loose but firm confidence. "Figured you needed some help," he said, looking into her face.
"I guess I did," she replied, feeling a little confused by this odd turn of events. She could smell the odor of beer on his breath, and added, "But Mike, you shouldn't be drinking, you know."
"Sorry, Ma'am," he said, his face sobering quickly. "I just had a small one before coming here, that's all. Say, speaking of that, you look hot and thirsty. How about a glass of punch?"
"I would like some, at that," Peggy agreed. They stopped dancing as the band changed into a wildly jumping number, and Mike led her to where Al Bascomb and David Campbell were sitting at one of the small tables toward the back. As if he'd expected her to come, Al handed her an already filled glass.
"Here you are, Mrs. Nichols. David brought one too many back with him, so you might as well have it."
"Why, thank you," she replied, taking the glass and lifting it to her lips. She was thirsty, and the punch was very delicious. There seemed to be an odd flavor to this glass that hadn't been in her other one, but she dismissed it as being simply part of another batch made later.
"How about me having a dance now, Mrs. Nichols?" Al asked.
"Well, the music is awfully fast, and I've never learned how to dance the way you youngsters do."
"Heck, nothing to it. You just go out there and do your thing. That's what we all do. Nobody knows any particular steps. Come on, drink up and we'll give it a try, what do you say?"
"All right," Peggy said, smiling. "Why not?"
So she danced with him, and afterwards she danced with Mike again. Then came a succession of eager young boys, all wanting to have a chance of dancing with their Math teacher. She found to her utter enchantment that when she did as Al suggested and let herself go with the music, her natural instincts overcame any hesitation she had about not knowing the proper steps. Soon she could dance with the best of the youths. She was having fun, more fun than she could remember since her own school days; she jerked and undulated to the beat until her face was flushed and her head swam dizzily. And in between times, she gulped the refreshing punch that the three plotting boys had spiked. She drank it in quantity. It never occurred to her that the drink had achieved its additional tang because they had added potent liquor.
Eventually it took its toll, however, and Peggy suddenly began to feel dizzy and in need of fresh air. She excused herself from the boy she was with at the moment and staggered slightly as she headed for the entrance door. There she stood for a long moment, wiping the perspiration from her forehead and drawing in deep breaths of night air. God, she was acting as if she was drunk! What a fine way to behave! What would the principal say if he saw her the way she was right now? Thank heaven Andrew hadn't come.
Suddenly Peggy realized she just wasn't well enough to go back in there. She decided the best thing to do was go home. Somehow she made her way to the parking lot and her car. Even her hands felt thick and gloved when she opened the door. Fumbling in the pocket of her dress she found the keys and a handkerchief to wipe her face with.
Cautiously she drove home keeping to the side streets even for those few blocks. Once pulled into the driveway, Peggy sat for long minutes at the wheel trying to clear her head. Finally she climbed unsteadily from the car and walked to her front door. It was a good thing she had come home when she did.
"There you are, Mrs. Nichols! I've been looking all over for you!"
The young teacher looked up to see three boys racing down the street toward her. They were running flat out and came bounding out of breath up beside her.
"David! What is the matter with you?"
"Nothing, now!" he panted.
She tried to get her wits together, her head still swimming from the alcohol-drugged punch. "What. . . what's happened?"
"We were ... we were fooling around at the dance, and we missed you."
"Heavens! You'd better get back," she said, aware of her own numbed inadequacy. "I don't think that I - "
"But you have to invite us in, Mrs. Nichols! We were tired of the dance anyway."
Peggy paused, thinking of the boys following her all the way home. "All right," she said suddenly. "Where is Mike?"
"Right here, Ma'am! Come on!" David grabbed her arm, propelling her to the door, unlocking it with her key. "I'll help you in."
Peggy tried desperately to sober herself with the mental equivalent of walking a straight line, but the results were not very good. She still had no idea why she was feeling as though she had been drinking, and the sudden appearance of the boys only served to confuse her further. Something was terribly wrong with this whole picture, but in her liquor-dulled mind, she couldn't figure out quite what it was . . .
She followed the young boy, stumbling in the almost pitch-black room across the living room floor.
"Goodness, what on earth are you three boys doing here .. . ?"
They came to the small bedroom, a lamp was switched on, and Al threw open the door. "In there!" He gestured into the bedroom. Peggy could see the oafish Mike Kester brush past her to stand beneath the room's light.
Abruptly, he reached down with both hands and pulled down the front of his already unzipped pants. Peggy gasped in surprised shock as she saw his hardened, stubby young penis leap out, its smallish, blunt head throbbing as though it were staring up at her with one tiny slitted eye.
Again she gasped, stumbling back as she stared in disbelief at the sight of him, suddenly grinning lewdly and exposing his rigid young genitals to her.
"What . . . what's the meaning of this outrage?" she demanded, snapping her eyes angrily from the taunting exhibition to the smirking face of Al Bascomb standing by her.
"Why, Mrs. Nichols, Mike's only trying to show you what you like," Al said with mock seriousness. "Seems every time he sees you, he gets this pain in his cock, and - "
"Al Bascomb!" Peggy exclaimed, her startled face burning with the livid red of her fury. "How dare you talk like that to me!" Her body trembled with rage. "Mr. Cantry's going to have a complete report of this, and so will your father. And David, I'm surprised that you would be part of this awful, awful - "
"Shut up," Al suddenly snarled. He took a step toward her and caught her by the wrist, jerking her toward the bed. He flung her down on it, snapping, "Mike, lock the door so teacher can't get out!"
Peggy fell from the violence of his sudden, unexpected shoving. Her head spun with the force of his whip-like jerk, and she could only look up with dazed, terrified eyes, her shock of the moment giving way to the first stages of panic. She heard the bedroom being locked with the hollow finality of a dungeon cell door, and in horror realized that she had virtually no chance of escape. The boys, young as they were, could together easily overpower her even if she managed to unlock the door, and she couldn't go out in the street to shout for help. God, she'd been a fool, leading herself straight into a trap!
"But - Why?" she heard herself ask feebly. "Why are you doing this to me?"
"Well, you're a fine Math teacher, Mrs. Nichols," Mike said, the hard youth's lips peeled back sharply from his teeth. "But David says you're good at another more basic subject, so we thought we'd like to see just what you know."
"David! You . . . you didn't tell them!" she gasped.
"Yeah," the boy said, chagrined at first. "I'm sorry, Mrs. Nichols. It sort of slipped out." But in spite of his obvious shame for what he'd done, Peggy could see that there was a gleam of hungry arousal in David's young blue eyes, and a small, licentious playing around his mouth.
Dear God, he was as much an animal as Al or Mike! And then the ghastly truth struck her that she was the cause of his change from a once innocent child. She'd perverted him for her own desires last Sunday, taught him lust for lust's own sake without the tempering of mercy or compassion. She had nobody to blame except herself, and now she was reaping the rewards of her salacious lessons by an obscene three-fold vengeance!
Peggy heard the boy's laughing grunts, and a helpless sinking sensation gripped her insides as she speechlessly watched them strip themselves of their clothing before her. Her eyes remained fixed upon their naked youthfulness, her mind blanking out sensible reasoning as she stared at their virile passion-erect penises jutting proudly out from their firm, hairless young abdomens.
"Don't. . . Please don't hurt me," she whimpered cringingly.
"I made them promise they wouldn't, Mrs. Nichols," David said reassuringly. "We just want a little fun with you, like I had. And Jesus, you sure seemed to like it then."
"That's right, teacher," Al Bascomb added in a soothing voice. He moved toward her, lowering himself down to the bed beside her. "You be nice to us, and we'll be nice to you. I mean like . . . this!"
Before Peggy knew what was happening to her, he was jerking her against his muscular, developing body, drawing his thick, long cock into the softness of her flesh as he crushed her tightly to him. Peggy wanted to fight, to scratch and tear herself free . . . but too suddenly for her to react against, he was kissing her, working his tongue deep into her wet mouth while his friend Mike laughed excitedly from above them.
No... Oh God, no! But the feel of his youthfully rigid penis burrowing into the quivering flatness of her belly sent shock-waves of lewd hunger surging through her body. She sensed his one free hand smoothing under the back of her tight, thin dress over her buttocks, the other hand pulling her waist tighter against his nakedly throbbing hardness. Finally, he lifted his mouth from hers and grinned lewdly down into her panic-stricken face.
"Now, that's more like it, Mrs. Nichols. But I can see that since you're the only girl we invited here, you're sort of uptight, right? We got just the thing for that. Mike, get our pretty teacher here a slug."
"PI. . . please, Al, don't do this to me. I beg of you ..."
"Why, Ma'am, you're getting yourself all upset over nothing," he said to pacify her. "We just figure since you like David fucking you, you should have your chance to get your fill of boys. Have you ever thought how nice it would be to have three boy cocks gang-banging you all at one time?"
Al Bascomb thrust an open bottle at her. At first she refused to take it, and Mike grabbed it and shoved it viciously at her face.
"Please, I don't want..."
"Drink it," he snarled, his smile leaving him as abruptly as it had come. "Drink it, or we'll force it down your throat!"
Peggy felt her flesh crawl at his threat and again she tried to find the pleading words that might reach him. But she could tell it was hopeless, and that she was in the hands of a savage young brute, dull-witted and drunk. Trembling, she took the bottle from him and swallowed several deep mouthfuls of the warm alcohol. There was a heavy whiskey taste to it, and she could tell it had been brought on purpose to make her even drunker than she already was.
"That's more like it," he grinned once more, and his hand reached out to gently stroke her body beneath the dress. His long, thick fingers traveled softly, pinching and teasing at all the most sensitive areas he could find. "Go on, drink some more ..."
Peggy did, feeling as though she was in some kind of terrible dream and would soon wake up safe and sound in her own bed..
She looked up pleadingly at David Campbell and then cringed beneath the self-confident smile on his handsome face. It seemed impossible that the innocent young boy she'd so ardently loved last week could be a part of such a filthy degrading rape - yet it was true. Worse, she was beginning to wonder if this was going to actually turn out to be a rape. She couldn't seem to tear her eyes away from the stiff boyish penises that jutted out from the loins of the other two young boys. Somewhere deep in her mind, she wondered if they would feel better inside her than David's slender young hardness had. Ashamed at her own weakness, she drank the last of the whiskey.
"Let's get her goddamned clothes off." David suddenly yelled out. "Jesus, I want to fuck Mrs.
Nichols again!"
"That's the spunk, kid," Al urged. "But I get to fuck her first this time!"
"Me, I wanna fuck her in the mouth," she heard Mike Kester snicker excitedly. "Just look at them lipstick covered lips! Shit, I can feel them already around my prick, sucking like hell!"
As Peggy listened to the obscene conversation being spewed all around her, she tried to speak, but found that her words were stuck in her throat. She could barely breathe, she was so paralyzed with dread. A numbing sense of helplessness had overtaken her as she listened to the vile foulness that was being directed at her from the leering young teenage boys circling around the bed. Yet as Al Bascomb began to touch the top button on her dress, she suddenly struggled insanely against the boy. Somehow she broke free and leaped to her feet, her drunken mind reacting in one last desperate bid for escape. "Let me out!" she screamed as loudly as she could. "Help! Oh God, please somebody help me!"
She lunged for the locked door, but they caught her easily, and two of them held her pinned back down to the bed as the third began unbuttoning her dress.
"Don't rip her clothes," Al warned. "Remember, she's doing this of her own free will. . . right boys?"
Peggy sprawled helplessly on her back as her dress was slowly removed from her cringing flesh . . . her brassiere was unsnapped roughly by a hand worming its way beneath her back . . . and then her thin white panties were rolled slowly down over the fullness of her smooth white buttocks and slipped off of her long curving legs . . . God, she was now as totally naked as they were!
Huddling, she watched in frozen horror as the three boys moved in on her, their lust-contorted young faces twisted with animalistic desires. She could barely breathe the stuffy air of the bedroom, and what she could inhale was pungent with the erotic scent of their virile young genitals. From behind her, Mike Kester slipped his hands down over her shoulders to cup her fearfully quivering breasts, squeezing their firm roundnesses while his stiffly erect penis pulsated warmly against her naked back. Al Bascomb was on his knees in front of her, his big hands running obscenely down over her tautly tensed belly and thighs, while he crowded in as close as he could to rub his swollen hardness up against the nakedness of her satiny smooth legs.
"No . . . no, it can't be . . . God no ... " she mewled fearfully over and over. She was helplessly locked in her room, to be plundered by these brutal young boys in their drunken, uncontrolled fury! Suddenly, her moans turned to sharp gasps as she sucked in a savage breath of air. Mike Kester had closed his mouth over one involuntarily swelling nipple, biting it teasingly while his ovalled lips sucked hungrily at the white, throbbing flesh of her uplifted breast. Weird, masochistic sensations began to seep through her naked young body against her will as the boys continued to fondle her sensually awakening body. Her alcohol-dimmed mind was unable to cope with the tiny wisps of forbidden pleasure that were beginning to swirl up from deep within her defenseless loins. Shamefully, she had to admit her inability to stop the sudden rising excitement being triggered by their youthful hands and lips on her. Dear God! She must fight it with all of her strength! She must not succumb as she had last Sunday to the depraved temptation of sweet young flesh!
She whimpered under their brutal assault, her head still raised as she gaped around the room at the tender skinned blood-gorged penises thrusting so lewdly from the crouching young boys. God, any one of them would have been enough to set her wild, and that would have been terrible enough . . . But here and now there were three of them, three deliciously naked boys, not just one! She mustn't let them win! She mustn't!
As a last resort, she gazed again at young David Campbell, her tear-filled eyes pleading desperately for his mercy. But the boy was too caught up in his own frantic lust to pay her any attention, stretching her legs apart so he could once again see all of the soft, dark-haired lips of her defenselessly waiting pussy. With a tiny groan of utter despair, the tormented woman let her head fall back against the mattress. There was no hope at all for her, there was nothing she could do to save herself, no way to escape at all. She was physically outnumbered and trapped by her own guilt in first seducing young David last Sunday morning. She could only lay passively unwilling as she felt David's eager fingers begin to move as they had before, caressing and kneading the moistly pink flesh of her wide-splayed vaginal slit. The avidly excited Al slid down to where David Campbell was teasingly fondling the warmly pulsating pussy before him. "Christ, look at that hot little cunt, will you?" he croaked in his high-pitched voice.
"Yeah, this is what I was telling you guys," David whispered excitedly. "This is just like she was with me before! Then she wanted me to put my finger in her hole and finger-fuck it up and down inside her like it was a prick!"
"Shit no, kid," Al groaned. "With a snatch that sweet, you gotta lick it. Move over - give me room!"
"Right on, man!" Mike Kester prompted as he took Peggy's arm and put it around his neck for a cushion. "I'm sucking her tits, but if you don't go down on her, I'll be glad to lick her pussy instead!"
Peggy groaned in new-found shame, her heart pounding wildly in her chest as she felt David moving away and Al taking his place between her wide-spread legs. He dropped excitedly to his haunches between her open thighs and then to his belly, his face hovering only inches above the tender pink flesh of her helplessly exposed pussy. "Ohhhhh, I'm going to stick my tongue so far up her hot little hole, she'll be able to taste it up in her mouth!" he panted lewdly, and then he grabbed her widened thighs and pulled her satiny smooth hips down closer to him on the bed. The fearfully quivering teacher moaned softly in a daze of horror and humiliation as her naked young body slid unresistingly across the bed toward him, her legs collapsing outward in obscene angles on either side of his boyishly virile body. Above her she could see through her alcohol-dimmed eyes the other two boys staring hungrily down at the sight of her soft velvet skin, curving in from the tops of her firm sensuous thighs to form the pinkly layered flesh of her cunt. With his thumbs placed firmly on the softly trembling vaginal lips, Al began a slow, tormenting outward pressure to peel them slowly apart until the thin, vertical little mouth of her moistly tender pussy below was completely exposed to the gazes of the other boys. They all stared greedily at her defenseless little cunt, for a thrilling moment, until with a low-animal-like groan of desire, Al Bascomb dropped his head and buried the full length of his long, slippery tongue deeply into the warmly throbbing walls of Peggy's wide open cunt.
"Ahhhhh!" she jerked, feeling his moist young lips closing hotly over her soft, wet flesh. A convulsive spasm of delight spiraled up the length of her spine as she felt Al's searching tongue spread her darkly curling pubic hairs and lace snake-like into the nakedly tight slit of her cuntal mound. She ground her buttocks down hard against the bed, endeavoring to escape the teasing, youthful attack, but a whimpering moan of defeat was already bubbling from deep within her chest. The slaving young boy seemed to know unerringly what to do, however, and his head burrowed further up between her helplessly open thighs, his gleaming ivory teeth fastening into the soft flesh of her belly. He spread the wildly quivering teacher's fleshy wet cuntal lips wider with his fingers, and with a maddening liquid suck of his ovalled lips, drew the tiny pink bud of her throbbing clitoris up into his hotly devouring mouth. He nibbled it with the sharp tips of his teeth, feeling it jerking to life eagerly as she moved and thrashed on the bed.
Peggy clenched her eyes tightly shut against the whirlpools of lewd excitement that were beginning to shoot through her hotly throbbing cunt against her will. She fought with all her inner strength against the betrayal of her fickle body again, but Al's young tongue continued its maddening licking against the straining pink bud of her sex, until she could only groan uncontrollably. His hot probing tongue tip worked its way up and down the length of her narrow wet slit, starting at the smooth lower curve of her belly. Then pressuring its way down over the elastic-rimmed opening of her wetly clasping vagina, it slid into the crevice of her tightly tensed buttocks, where it stopped momentarily to make a wetly probing homage to her puckered and throbbing anus.
Her naked hips ground involuntarily into the rustling bedclothes as soft mewling animal sounds escaped pitifully from between her passion-clenched teeth. The drunken teacher's pelvis jerked forward of its own desire, burying the young boy's wetly flicking tongue to its roots. Fire rapidly replaced fear and everything else . . . until to Peggy nothing existed for her except her flame-seared cunt.
She was that cunt! Oh God, she was that cunt!
Her entire body was flowering into a great open cavern that had to be filled, that had to be gorged and stuffed with hot young flesh! Nothing else mattered now - not fear, not principles, not humiliation; just the exquisite reality of the wetly licking tongue that had crawled in her hotly steaming vaginal slit down between her wide-held thighs.
"Ohhhhhhh, ohhhhhh, yess, suck my cunt like that! Suck it hard, my little darling! Ahhhhhhh!" she groaned, splaying her legs wider and wider to give young Al greater access to her eagerly pulsating pussy.
The lust-incited boy could stand it no longer. "Give me room, guys! I'm going to fuck Mrs. Nichols now!" He began to trace tiny round wet circles up over her body, moving forward over her nakedly aroused flesh, licking at her navel, soft warm breasts and cheeks, his hot saliva soaking her skin. She rotated her passion-twisted face around, searching with her open mouth for his tender young lips. Finding them she sucked his tongue deep into her throat with a low animal groan. His saliva flowed into her in unimpeded torrents, as she swallowed greedily, mewling for more.
Her passion-hollowed buttocks ground frantically up off the bed, searching with her hotly gaping pussy for his virile young penis that soon was going to rip so deliciously into her hungry belly. The passion-aroused boys gathered around the bed as Al's huge throbbing cock-head found her excitedly pulsating pussy opening. They watched with lust-contorted faces as his long hardened shaft jostled for a moment against her ragged pink edges of flesh before insinuating itself gently between the moistly parted cuntal lips. Then, with an impatient flick of his hips, the sex-crazed adolescent forced his blood-filled tip brutally into the throbbing hot opening of the wildly aroused teacher's hair-lined cunt, stretching her resisting wet flesh almost to the bursting point!
Peggy threw her head wildly to the side and sighed delightedly. "Aaaaahhhhhgggggg!"
His hardened young penis sunk a delicious inch into her heatedly pulsating pussy, the struggling older woman trying desperately to jerk her hips up and absorb more of the punishing implement up inside her wildly aroused belly. Al Bascomb levered up on his hands in the push-up position. He flicked again, a sudden grin on his face, as his relentless hardness slid inside another searing inch as her rippling cuntal muscles sought to suck him in even deeper.
"Mmmmmmmmmmm!"
Another taunting inch- "Uhhhhhhh!"
Hot panting breaths coursed over her nakedly sweating body as the other two boys crowded in closer. Their youthful features hung within inches of her wildly straining body, watching hypnotically as their writhing Math teacher was being fucked and skewered like a fresh young virgin by their teenage buddy.
Peggy was dimly aware of the leering boys hotly kneading her breasts, their fingers and hands teasing over every part of her sensitively aroused flesh until she thought she would go mad with joy. The boys had become to her like one giant octopus with thousands of gently grasping tentacles reaching out to caress and fondle and pinch her into an abject helplessness.
"Ohhhhhh ... Oh, Goddddd, Ohhhhh ..." she moaned hysterically, tears gushing from her open but unseeing eyes.
Her sobbing, struggling response only incited the immature excitement of young Al Bascomb and he lunged down upon her, violently ramming his virile young penis deeper into her tightly resisting passage. He felt Peggy jerk convulsively as his slender pulsing cock raced unimpeded far up into her belly, pushing great ripples of soft warm cuntal flesh in rolling waves before it.
"Ahhhhhhhh!" her lips breathed in welcome relief, knowing he was resting now - hot and throbbing - all the way up in her passion-wracked cunt.
Al flexed his deeply embedded cock-head, bringing a loud mewl from her lips, her teeth reclenching. He flexed again . . . another moan ... a lesser moan, as her now hotly clasping cuntal passage grew accustomed to the young boy's shaft. Then he began a slowly revolving motion with his pelvis, grinding his long virile cock further into her wetly naked pussy, expanding the still cringing walls of her vagina. By God she was going to beg for more!
"Fuck me, Al. . . Ohhhhhh, for God's sake stop teasing me and fuck!" She moaned in rapturous craving. "Ohhhh, fuck me hard, you little bastard!"
The unbelieving eyes of the other two boys peered lustfully within inches of the buried boyish cock, amazed at how the tightly moist little hole they had seen before was capable of swallowing so much hardened flesh. From both sides of the bed, hands rubbed lewdly over the moon-shaped cheeks of her deeply impaled buttocks, fingers probing and cruelly kneading at her wantonly writhing flesh. Mike's fingertips curled under Al's heavily dangling testicles to probe at her tiny puckered anus, flicking out tauntingly at it like another tongue, Peggy winced as his outstretched middle finger suddenly popped through the tight ring of anal flesh and dug deeply into the rubbery rectal passage inside. She could feel him expanding the tiny tight hole until the palm of his intruding hand lay flat against her defenselessly uplifted buttocks, the whole young finger sunk deeply inside her hotly throbbing rectum.
Now Al Bascom, atop her nakedly trembling body, began a searing fucking motion in and out of Peggy's moistly stretched pussy, thrusting forward mercilessly from the apex of his withdrawal and battering her sensation-filled body back hard against the mattress. Mike Kester's finger embedded in her tight clasping anus joined the slowly pistoning cock in a rhythmic fucking duo that brought moans of pain and gasps of pleasure bubbling from her mouth in time to their simultaneous tempo.
The pain in her rectum was beginning to ease and a weird sensation of masochistic fullfillment slowly tingled through her nakedly helpless body as her hips began an involuntary gyration in unison with the increasing speed of the cock and finger fucking into her.
"Ooooohhh yes, yesss, fuck me! Oh, you beautiful little boys, fuck me like thisssss!" She crooned, lewdly squirming her voluptuously ripened body around among the myriad hands and fingers that crawled relentlessly over her hotly tingling flesh. God, she was their prisoner, a helpless prisoner to the delicious ravaging of her wetly excited cunt and rectum!
"Ohhhh, don't stop, boys! Oh fuck, don't ever stop!" she groaned loudly into the air, undulating her softly fleshed buttocks faster and faster, trying to keep up with the boy's virilely hardened penis fucking wildly in and out of her cunt in rhythm with the ramming finger searing her backside. Her shamelessly aroused body had started its slow spiral toward her climax as Al's boyishly eager cock fucking into her seething wet cunt began to throb and inflate. The helpless teacher felt her thighs being pushed wider apart as the teenager shoved his frantically pulsating cock as deep as it would go inside her belly, and she knew he was ready to cum that instant!
"No! No, not yet! Wait!" she chanted in desperation, but it was too late. The young boy's eyes rolled around helplessly in his head and his desire-tightened testicles began to jerk wildly and spew out his hot white semen deep into her voraciously contracting womb. She ground her naked wet pussy up hard against his pelvis to stop the flow for a moment, but her very eagerness defeated her desperate purpose. The tightly nibbling clasp of her cunt milked his long slender shaft clean, the last drop of his hot quivering cunt.
The satiated boy rolled useless and drained from her frantically squirming flesh, helped by the hands of his two eager friends clawing to take his place. A thin string of white viscous fluid trailed from his wetly glistening cock over her naked leg to the floor where he collapsed in exhaustion. "Christ, Mrs. Nichol's the wildest fuck in town! She's gone clean out of her mind," she heard dimly through the muffled confusion of her mind.
Then, "Me! God damn it to hell, it's my turn! I'll cum all over the bed if I don't get in her now!"
Her hips jerked up automatically to receive the familiar thrust of young David Campbell who was hurriedly replacing his friend up between her widespread legs. He rammed his lust-hardened young penis into her like a jackhammer, needing no fore-play to excite him for the obscene spectacle alone had driven him almost mad.
Together he and Peggy surged hotly for the climax she had been so cruelly deprived of when Al Bascomb had deserted her. Then . . . her orgasm hit suddenly like an angry fist in the stomach as the youthful David's penis uncontrollably spewed out his burning fourteen year old seed deep into her hungrily absorbing belly. Great waves of overwhelming joy coursed through her desperately writhing body, curling the tips of her toes and fingers like burning twigs in a bonfire. She wallowed lewdly around in her maniacal orgasm, punishing and debasing herself as her own hot gushing cum flowed from between her legs to soak the mattress between her wildly grinding buttocks. "AAHHHHHH! OHHH GOD! FILL ME BABY, FILL MEEEEEEE!! OHHHHHHH!"
Mike Kester grinned to himself. Now it was his turn, after his two young friends had exhausted themselves. Hell, he would show them all how a man could satisfy a woman - after all, the teacher was still screaming for more, wasn't she?
"Turn over, Mrs. Nichols," he commanded. "I'm gonna fuck you dog-style."
Peggy, all will to resist anything they wanted gone, rolled her battered young body over in the slippery wetness of their cum, and rested heavily on her stomach.
"Now kneel," the boy demanded to the half-conscious woman. He grabbed her impatiently at the hips and helped her to her knees. She rested panting for a moment on all fours, her defenselessly naked buttocks high in the air and her face pushed hard against the mattress. Her eyes were thickly glazed from the ravishment her body was enduring.
Peggy felt fevered young hands on her hips from behind as Mike knelt between her open thighs. She waved the wide-stretched moons of her buttocks lewdly back at him, feeling the blunt end of his hot pulsating penis pressing into the now wetly flooded crevice of her cunt. With a grunt he shoved cruelly forward, driving his virilely hardened young cock all the way up into her heatedly quivering cunt and causing her to fall face forward in surprise at the sudden lunge.
"Shit, I'm hard again already!" she dizzily heard Al Bascomb exclaim as Mike began furiously fucking into her from behind. "Damn it to hell, I'm going to join in!" She felt him move onto the mattress in front of her, and then his hands as they lifted her head up to face him. His erect boyish cock rammed without warning between her wetly gaping lips, his hands holding her face vise-like between them so she could not pull away. He ground his pulsating young penis forward into her warm wet mouth, and Peggy gagged as he rammed it half-way down her throat, the full boyish length disappearing into her roundly ovalled lips almost to the hilt. His sperm-laden testicles slapped harshly down against her chin, the soft fuzz covering them tickling her like a light airy feather.
Oh God, she groaned. Now they were buffeting her back and forth like a child's toy between them, using her nakedly helpless body as a great receptacle into which they would pump their burning young sperm. God, how could this be happening to her? But then, the very helplessness of her position flickered erotically through her mind. The mental picture of her love-hungry body being fucked between two hotly excited young boys at the same time incited the hunger in her belly to rage out of control again. Unconsciously, she started to undulate her warm-fleshed buttocks around in obscenely teasing circles, squeezing down with her cuntal muscles at the thick fleshy cock boring into her eagerly pulsating pussy, wanting passionately to wallow in fresh young cum again. She wanted to milk his youthful cock dry, to fill her belly once more until all of the hot white liquid ran down her already thickly covered thighs.
The debased teacher sucked voraciously at the hotly throbbing young penis in her mouth, her cheeks hollowing and filling with each of Al's violent thrusts. Her tongue licked wildly at his blood-filled cock-head, her tongue-tip probing hotly into the small glans on its end. She wanted it to shoot in her mouth, so she could swallow his fresh sperm and feel it running thickly down her throat until her stomach was as filled as her cunt! Peggy wanted their young cum to run through every pore of her body in unending torrents of joy!!
Simultaneously with the rising tide of her second building orgasm, the kneeling young teacher felt Mike's cock fucking into her from behind inflate and begin to spew its white seething load deep up her greedily clasping cunt. It ricocheted wildly around inside, then gushed back hotly from the hair-covered lips onto the mattress below. Mike's testicles pressed tightly against her erectly exposed clitoris, causing her body to jump spasmodically forward, burying Al's virile young cock all the way up in her madly sucking mouth.
Then, Al's wildly jerking shaft exploded, too, flooding her throat with his pungent youthful fluid, her cheeks expanding like a balloon to keep from choking on the huge torrent that spurted without stopping deep into her voraciously sucking mouth. She swallowed in hungry crazed gulps, fastening her wetly ovalled lips like an elastic ring tightly around the ejaculating penis, fearful of losing even a drop of his precious young seed. Small droplets of cum ran from the corners of her semen-smeared lips as the boy collapsed in front of her, his deflating slender penis slipping with a lewd slurping sound from her still eagerly sucking mouth.
Peggy screwed her nakedly upraised buttocks back hard against Mike's squirting cock, buried deep in her wildly convulsing cunt, and with a scream from between her tightly clenched teeth, felt her own body explode into what seemed like a thousand tiny pieces! Her legs could no longer hold her up, and she collapsed face down on the mattress as his lifeless young penis slid limply from her passion-flooded pussy, the room's air rushing warmly into the unplugged opening.
"Jesus, now I wanna fuck'er again ...! young David Campbell gasped, and time after that became a meaningless blur, a constant merging of virile boy's cocks fucking her, as they would, and where they would. Her body reacted with orgasm after orgasm, even after her strength was gone, and she could only follow their directions mechanically.
"Get those legs up! Move that ass, teacher! Suck me harder, Mrs. Nichols!"
She felt as though she was nothing more than a fleshy robot for their use, weakly moving her limbs to comply with their lewd commands. Finally, many long hours later, they rose and dressed. Al unlocked the door and the three boys left her where she lay. Peggy was too worn out to move, and she lay on the soiled, stained mattress that would forever be her bed of shameful surrender to the lowest depths of desire of the flesh.
Somewhere in the depths of her equally stained soul there stirred a flicker of remorse and guilt, but exhaustion and the complete satiation of her sexually abused body snuffed it out. For the moment Peggy's numbed consciousness was obliterated as a deep and troubled sleep overcame her.
Just before the blackness closed in she saw the accusing face of Ed, her former husband, anger contorting his face grotesquely and a stab of fear struck feebly deep within her. The face changed to the gentle features of Andrew and they, too, changed to the brutal animal lust he'd shown that day of the picnic. In a sliding montage, that also faded, to be replaced by the young immature face of David and sleep overtook the exhausted and sexually battered teacher.
Chapter FIVE
"D-Dad?" an anxious young voice called to him from the doorway of the living room.
"David?" Andrew turned around in his chair to survey the boy standing embarrassed a short ways away. All of his thoughts evaporated with one look at his stricken child, for he saw the pain in his expression and the puffy rings around his eyes. "Why, David, you've been crying!"
"Yeah, I . . . guess I have been," David replied, his chin trembling as he tried to hold back a fresh stream of tears.
Andrew was immediately concerned. He'd been both father and mother to the boy for so long that there was nothing he wouldn't do to help him. He straightened up and said: "Come here, son. Something's bothering you."
"You . . . you won't get mad at me? No matter what?" the boy said in a fearful whisper, taking a hesitant step further forward into the living room.
"Hey, don't think that, son. We've been too close for you to believe such a thing. I'm your pal, remember? What happened? You flunk a test?"
"Ohhhh," David suddenly burst into tears, and he crushed his young body to his father, almost upsetting the beer glass on the table. "Oh, Dad, I've done something awful!" The youth was quivering, guilt-ridden; he hadn't slept a wink all night, constantly thinking of how he'd left poor Mrs. Nichols sprawled naked and unconscious with her legs wide open back in her bedroom. How could he have allowed such a thing to happen? Now he'd hurt her, just because he'd been selfish and he didn't know what to do or where to turn except to his father. It had taken most of the day to screw up enough courage to tell of what he'd done, but he had to do it, and hope his dad wouldn't hate him or turn him over to the police. He couldn't go on living feeling this bad, not another day!
Andrew was terribly upset over his son's behavior. His first off-hand guess that David was troubled over school work was wrong, he could see - besides, his child was too level-headed for that. He tried to recall his own teenage days and what had been the source of his problems, and recalled that they had almost entirely been over puppy-loves. One of those had resulted in David's birth. Yes it was time for him to experience some of the agonies of budding sex.
"Hey, I bet I know what it is," he said jocularly, keeping a smile on his face to show encouragement and understanding. "It's about a girl, isn't it?"
"Y-yes, in a way. A ... a woman. A grown-up woman," David sniveled helplessly. "Mrs. Nichols, m-my Math teacher. You love her, Dad, I know, and I've done something terrible. I don't want her for a mother!"
Andrew was gripped with the wildest temptation to laugh out loud. How normal! How perfectly innocently natural, and to top it all, David was jealous and thought he was in love with Peggy! But one look into his son's pain-flecked eyes, and he knew that to laugh now would crush him to the core. Instead he soothed, "Well, don't feel bad. She's a lovely woman, David, and I'll bet you aren't the only kid at school who has a crush on her."
"But... No. But they didn't do what I did to her!" David groaned. "I don't have a crush on her!"
"What was that, son?"
"I ... I ... " David took a deep breath, squeezing his eyes closed together as though expecting an executioner's axe to fall. "I ... I raped her!"
"You what?" Andrew's jaw dropped open like it was shattered glass. "You did what to Mrs. Nichols?
"Me and Al - me and some buddies, we made her drunk at the dance last night," the boy uncontrollably blurted out. "We got her to bed, locked the door, and then made her lie down all naked. Then we fu - then we took turns on her, over and over, in her snat - down between her legs and sometimes even in her mouth! Then we left her there, lying like she was dead. Oh, I don't care if she wanted us to do it to her, she didn't at first. I hurt her, Dad, I know I hurt her plenty!"
She wanted us to . . . for some reason that phrase burned deeper in Andrew Campbell's brain than all the others of his son's confession.
He felt as though he'd been struck over the head with a baseball bat and his breath knocked totally out of his lungs. Christ, he'd heard rumors about Miss Turner but he'd chalked that up to gossip. Boys loved having fantasies about being man enough to make love to a woman, and a desirable woman like Peggy would replace old Turner on this year's list with no trouble at all. But this was his own child telling him! God . . . was it possible? David . . . with Peggy, his Peggy! His insides churned with the lewdness of the very idea, but it was too wild a story not to believe!
"Now you're mad at me! I can tell! You hate me now!" David struggled against his father in his effort to break free, but Andrew held his son tightly to him in a firm but gentle grip.
"No, son, I'm not mad," he said, trying to calm him. "I ... I simply was shocked for a moment. I... I don't understand, that's all. I mean, you called it rape, but the way it sounds to me -"
"But I forced her to do it with me," David blubbered helplessly. "It wasn't like last Sunday, when she was nice and kind, and told me she was my new Mommy ..."
"She . . . she said she was your mother?" Andrew gasped in a hoarse whisper. Good God, what had that woman been up to with his boy?
"Y-yes," David said, trying desperately to explain things and make them better. "When I saw her playing with herself in her shower, she took all my clothes off and then we got on her bed, and she wanted me . . . wanted me to ... "
Fuck her!" Andrew blurted, before he realized that he was talking to his own son. "She wanted you to fuck her!"
"Uh-huh," David nodded, wiping away his tears with one balled fist. "It was the first time for me, and . . . boy, did it feel good! It felt good when we all did it to her last night, too. That was kind of fun, but I know I hurt her deep down inside. I did it cause I wanted her for myself. That's why you gotta do something, Dad, you just gotta!"
Andrew felt seething anger begin to boil up inside his chest. Christ, she'd seduced his own son the after she'd coldly submitted to him. The gall of that bitch! He looked at his tearfully pleading son feeling at a loss to know what calm and rational advice to give the boy which wouldn't harm him later. Yet all the while he tried to contain the increasing flames of resentment and bitterness that were licking higher and higher . . .
"Son, you didn't rape her," Andrew said slowly, carefully. "If Mrs. Nichols wanted you to make love to her last Sunday, then she's the type who'd want you to do it again to her last night. You said yourself that after a little while she did. I bet it was just that there were so many of you boys that she was scared at first."
"Gee, you think so?" David whimpered eagerly. "You think maybe she doesn't hate me, and maybe I could go see her again? You can't marry her now, Dad."
See her again . . . to fuck! Andrew swallowed thickly, gazing at his young boy, seeing for the first time that despite his tender age of fourteen, David had been forcibly wrenched into the beginning stages of adulthood, whether ready for it or not. He doubted that the experiences would shatter his development - but now what could he tell his son? Not to ever see Mrs. Nichols again because what had been done was dirty and sinful? He, himself, had gotten into her panties, hadn't he? David would see right through his lie, and much of the trust he'd tried to bridge between their generations would be lost. He had to play it straight and honest with his child, as he'd always done with him . . .
'Tell me, David," he said after a moment, "Would you want to continue making love to Mrs. Nichols if she wanted you to?"
"Gosh yes!" The lights of hope and love sparkled in the youth's blue eyes. "Gee, Dad, you're really swell. You understand! You can see we can't. . . well... I mean, I like to fuck her."
"Let me think..." Andrew relaxed against the back of his chair, while he sipped the last of his beer. He had to protect his son . . . but it was too late for much of that any more. Mostly, he wanted to punish Peggy. Shit, she was just like the slut who'd been David's mother! He wanted to punish her so cruelly that she'd never forget! Smarting with righteous indignation at the way he'd been taken in by her phony front of modesty, Andrew Campbell suddenly was filled with an insane desire to fuck that bitch like his son and all his buddies had fucked her! What a fitting retribution for the shameless little child molester, he thought wickedly . . .
"Son, Mrs. Nichols kept saying she was your Mother, didn't she?"
"Sure, but we both knew she was only make-believing."
"Well, make-believe or not, how about us going over to her house now? You and me. After all, if she's your Mother, then I'm her husband, right? - and husbands have their rights, too, you know!"
"Oh boy! I think I see what you mean."
"That's the ticket, son ... if you don't mind me sharing her with you."
"Gee, Dad, how could I mind that? I think it would be great if you could love her as much as I do!" he said innocently. "I'll put on a clean shirt and we'll go!"
He raced excitedly to his bedroom, leaving the assistant principal with his smoldering, slightly liquored emotions. In the momentary silence, Andrew was beginning to feel a doubt, wondering if he had the guts really to do such a terrible thing to Peggy. But then he thought of what she had done to David already, and he knew that he had hit upon the perfect answer. A bitch she was, all right... he would follow through and exact his revenge, debasing her in front of David's eyes forever! A harsh lesson, he mused, but a proper one befitting the crime . . . Besides she was expecting him for their date. She was going to give him her answer about marrying him! Marrying him!!
Chapter SIX
Despite the still oppressive heat there was a faintly exciting tinge in the air. Autumn was coming despite the unseasonable weather and a flurry of darker cotton dresses, crisp and newly bought, blossomed on the girls in the school hallways. The boys sweated at football practice and boasted new scarlet T-shirts or plaid pants to herald the coming of fall.
Peggy Nichols ducked into the outer office as quickly as she could, praying she wouldn't have to see Andrew or David ... or anyone. Partially disguised with huge sunglasses and a scarf over her dark hair, she reached into her office box. Her hand came out with the usual stack of official notices and reports that were a large part of being a teacher these days. She stuffed them dutifully into her briefcase with trembling hands and turned to leave.
"Ah, Mrs. Nichols."
Her heart rose and painfully lodged in her throat as she recognized Mr. Cantry's voice. Oh God! Not him this morning. Frantically she tried to compose her face to meet the principal but it was as though her whole face and body were transparent. . . that he could by looking at her know all the terrible things that had happened. A new life ... she thought hollowly . . . she'd come here seeking a new life and the release of the past. . . but if anything it was worse! She'd seduced not one boy but three last night... Oh dear God! Last night!
"You're late, my dear." The innocent words though accusing were bantering and light but to Peggy's tortured mind they sounded as though they were double-entendres meant to torture her, to remind her of her unforgivable transgression.
"I a . . . ah . . . I'm sorry, sir. I . . . well, you see ... I didn't feel well. I had to take some medicine ..." the terrified teacher whispered. It wasn't completely a lie. She had taken something for the clanging headache and choking guilt that gripped her this morning. She'd taken a triple shot of vodka to try and strengthen her spine and blot out the tortured memories. Then gargling with mouthwash until she almost gagged she'd finally gotten up enough strength and courage to get dressed.
"I see." The principal looked at her curiously, lips pursed speculatively.
"My . . . my class will be waiting for me, Mr. Cantry," Peggy whispered, completely flustered and desperate to get away from the man who was her boss and Andrew's as well.
Cantry was still studying her intently. "I'm glad we did run into each other, then. You must have been ill last night. Is that why you left the dance so abruptly? You didn't even tell me you were going."
Peggy nodded desperately. Yes she had been ill... ill with the drinks she didn't really know she was having and then with terror when the boys showed up. Later she'd been ill too . . . sick at heart with self disgust at her inability to resist the wild sexual assaults of three boys. Oh God! Could the principal know something he wasn't saying? Had she been found out? He might be playing with her cat and mouse . . . trying to draw her into a trap to make her admit the horrible thing she'd done.
"Well, you should have told me. I would have been glad to see you home safely. We can't have our best Math teacher out of commission, now can we?"
The trembling teacher stared wild eyed at the rotund principal from behind her dark glasses, but try as she might, she couldn't tell if he was taunting her or not. His smile was bland and affable but she thought she caught a glimmer of more than ordinary concern. She remembered the way he'd tried to dance with her last night when the boys had rescued her. Oh God, she had to leave this place but she couldn't. . .
"I . . . I've got to get to class, sir . . . "
"Of course you do. I shouldn't have detained you. Oh . . . and Mrs. Nichols. Do try and be on time. Bad example you know. If you should feel ill again during the day ... try and make it at the lunch break. Let us know here in the office. It's not easy to get substitutes."
"Of course, Mr. Cantry. Yes . . . yes ... I will..." Peggy whispered frantically, almost hysterical with relief as she eased out into the corridor and went scurrying off down the hall. She had the feeling he was leaning out the office door and watching her all the way to her room.
The rest of Peggy Nichols' Friday had been one of the most miserable she could ever remember. Now, alone in her house, she had spent the time since she got home from school by weeping silently. The painful and disgusting recollections of her depraved ravishment by those three sadistic boys last night kept sweeping over her tormented mind, their vivid images flashing over and over in torturing repetition.
She wrapped her thin, pale-blue nightgown tighter around her body, hugging herself with her arms as if bitterly cold. Her whole naked form beneath the flimsy, semi-transparent gown shivered in the throes of convulsive tremors as she tried desperately to shake the lewd memories which filled every inch of her heart and head. She knew that she should be overwhelmed with remorse and repugnance, but she was not - and that was the most horrible part of all, frightening her more than all else combined. For her returning nightmares were not so much of the vicious horrors that had been done to her on the bed in her own bedroom, but rather of her own indefensible submission and lewd performance . . .
Her obscene rutting with those three nakedly abandoned teenage young boys, egging them on and demanding more of their virile young penises hard in her belly and mouth . . . her cumming, cumming, continual cumming . . . her awakening to find herself splayed nude and soaking wet where she'd been heartlessly discarded when they'd taken their fill of her. . . God, her body had been a mass of bruises that had centered around her breasts and inner thighs. Her flesh had been rubbed so raw that this morning it had been painful to dress, and even the soft nylon gown now pressing against her skin was enough to send sharp painful reminders shooting through her body.
Somehow she had gotten through the day. She promised herself as she sat in the chair, the appalling truth would remain locked in the confines of her soul forever. To expose the whole sordid affair could only add to her troubles, the publicity of the lurid details opening the door to full disclosure of her previous sexual perversion. No, she was emotionally ruined for life, but at least she still had a chance to run. . . run again, when uncovered for what she was.
Before this day was through, she vowed, she would find the inner strength to dress and pack her suitcase. She would drive out of Patterson and never, ever return. She could compose a letter of resignation and mail it on Monday from some far-off place, the sacrifice of the money owed her not worth the pain of another moment in this hellish town!
Her only dread was that Andrew Campbell would show up for their date before she had time to pull herself together. There could be no good-byes with him, for although she had come to realize that she might truly learn to love the older man, she had to hide the sickening facts from him more than from anybody else. It wouldn't be fair to make him or his lovely son, David, suffer for what was essentially her own doing, her own miserable failings. God, she had to get started . . . but somehow, she couldn't seem to find the will to lift herself out of the chair.
There was no more question whether she could trust herself or not. It was obvious that she couldn't stop herself from following her perverted desires once the evil urges beckoned. No pledge or promise had been able to endure for longer than a few short minutes when faced with the lewd temptation. God, what would happen to her later on? At this rate, what would be her end?
A thundering racket snapped Peggy from her tortured thoughts. She realized after a shocked moment that someone was banging his fist violently against her front door.
"What. . . ? Who's there?" she called out fearfully.
"Open up, Peggy!"
"Oh!" she gasped as she recognized the voice of Andrew Campbell. Andrew! He was already here! And he sounded so angry! God, had young David confessed to him? Had he seen something was wrong and pried the horrid truth out of the boy? She stood beside her chair, afraid to open the door.
"You want all the neighbors to hear what I've got to say to you, Peggy," came a ferocious yell. "Open this Goddamned door before I break it in!"
She unlatched the door against her will, afraid of what he might do or say if she didn't. "What do you want?" she asked hesitantly, opening the door a crack . . . and then she was roughly thrown back against the wall as Andrew burst his way inside.
"Shut up," the furiously glowering man sneered at her. She could see he'd been drinking, his face all reddened from a heavy dose of alcohol. "All right, son," he called over his shoulder. "Come on in."
"Oh no!" The blood drained from the tormented woman's face as she saw young David Campbell walk into her living room and stand beside Andrew. If there had been any question, the slightest doubt why Andrew was here, the sight of the boy wiped it from her mind. "Oh God, no!" she moaned again, looking back up into the savage face of the man she loved. But Andrew was no longer that sympathetic, compassionate lover. He was a stranger now, his features cruelly twisted into lines of ruthlessness, mirroring his desire for revenge and punishment. He knew . . . he knew what she had done!
"Andrew, darling . . . please listen to me," she whimpered up at him, her words sounding pathetic and useless even to her own ears, "Let me explain, please ..."
He walked over to where she stood almost naked, and stared down at her with hard, contemptuous hatred in his eyes. He did not speak, only a silent, rage-filled expression lining his anger-contorted lips.
Peggy quivered in fear and shame. "Say something, Andrew, say something," she prayed to him in desperation. She didn't know him now at all, and her humiliation was replaced by the fear that he was going to kill her. She almost wished he would.
"You fucking, kid-sucking bitch!" He spat the harsh words so cruelly that she winced beneath their impact. Leaning toward her, he grasped her thinly clad shoulders hard in his hands, digging his fingers deep into the softness of her cringing flesh. "How many other little boys have fucked you since we've met?" he rasped. "Your whole Math class? The whole Goddamn Freshman football squad? Mother!"
His hands closed tightly around her throat as he pulled her mouth harshly to him. But the sudden movement and the savage pressure of his hands on her throat filled Peggy with such fear that she jerked away.
"You bitch," he snapped. "I didn't hear that you were squirming away from David!" He slapped her hard, flat across the cheeks, jerking her head to the side so hard she thought certainly he had broken her neck. The terrified teacher tried to twist away from his madness, but he only slapped her again, this time across her other cheek.
"Not that way, I won't," he laughed cruelly down at her. "I have a better way of making you wish you had never been born! Take off your nightgown, Mother dear ... or should I call you my wife? Yeah . . . take off that nighty, wife and get bare-ass naked!"
"Please, Andrew," she sobbed mournfully. "Please don't make me. Not like this in front of David!"
"Why, you slut! He's seen you naked more times than I have. And he's fucked you several times, remember? Now, strip, I said!" he snarled viciously, and suddenly gripped the front of her loosely tied gown. He gave the thin material a twisting wrench, and her nearly transparent flimsy gown was open down the entire front of her body.
She could feel a cool rush of air caressing her naked flesh beneath. Her hands rose automatically to cover her exposed nakedness, but she dropped them quickly as she realized that there was no more use in trying to hide. Andrew was right; he and his son had seen everything she had to offer. Sobbing more quietly, she stood in passive defeat as Andrew Campbell pulled the gown from around her shoulders and let it drop to the floor. She trembled in humiliation, totally naked in front of everyone she had ever cared about.
"On your knees, wife," Andrew commanded sarcastically from beside her. "Get down on the floor. Now!"
What else could she do? Then suddenly she felt the smarting whack of the enraged man's hand upon her nakedly sensitive buttocks. "Do as I say, Peggy," he snarled lewdly. "A husband's word is law!" Another resounding painful smack stung at her backsides, and she almost leaped as she hurried to kneel and obey his maddened commands. Helplessly she cowered in front of his widespread legs, but as she looked up at him pleading, she suddenly gasped for breath.
Andrew Campbell was unbelting his pants with almost feverish haste. He dropped his shorts and slid off his pants, throwing them and his shirt away in frantic haste. Within seconds he stood towering over the stricken, terrified woman, his naked, muscular body gleaming softly in the dim room's lamp-light. Peggy's eyes trailed down his maturely developed chest, and she groaned abjectly as her panicked gaze locked upon his massively erect penis. She had felt it on the picnic blanket the previous Saturday afternoon. But now she saw its length and breadth more clearly and its enormous size filled her with awe. It looked far bigger now in comparison to the little teenage boys she'd known - even in terms of her ex-husband's normal size - Andrew's throbbing fleshy hardness was monstrous! She could feel her insides cringe at the thought of trying to accommodate even half of it again. He grinned luridly down at her, enjoying her open-mouthed terror, and dropped one hand to lightly stroke the heavy foreskinned shaft when he caught her stare fixed on it.
"Like it, my bitch of a make-believe wife?" he leered with vulgar delight. "I think this will satisfy your hunger where lots of younger boys have not!"
"Andrew, you . . . you can't do this to me!" she whispered weakly, aware that little David was standing by. "My God, you'll kill me. I can't take a thing like that up inside me!"
"Yes," Andrew smilingly taunted down at her. "You did once baby, and you will again. Or would you prefer me going to the police?"
"Ohhhh," she groaned, hopelessly sobbing. Tears now streamed in flowing wet rivulets down the sides of her cheeks, and despite her gripping terror, she knew she would give in to him. She knew she had no choice even with his fourteen year old son watching. "Oh, God, then do it to me quick, and get it over with. Please, Andrew, please ..."
He gazed down at the moaning, pleading woman, and something inside his heart began to soften his savage sense of hurt. Damn, Peggy was so luscious, so curvaceous. He had only to look down at the distorted expression of pain and suffering which twisted her lovely face, and at the way she pressed her full sensuous thighs back from his expected assault. . . and he knew deep down that unwillingly he was weakening to her charms again. He realized belatedly that much of his anger at what David had told him was envy at the thought of the beautiful woman being fucked by his young son's cock! He was as jealous as he was enraged! That was the truth of it and he felt a little twinge of shame mixing with his burgeoning raw lust for her.
"No, my make-believe wife," he said in a slightly softer tone. "No, I'll try and make you love it, even if it takes me two weeks to do it!"
Dropped to his knees beside her, he pushed her backward with his hands upon her softly trembling breasts, until she lay spread out flat on her back upon the spongy soft carpet. Peggy closed her eyes tight again to close away the shame and fear of lying under him stripped naked and defenseless against his coldly cruel gaze. The further humiliation of having young David standing there watching her like this, made her want to scream! She opened her mouth in torment, but was too paralyzed with guilt to make a sound. All she could do was lie still, with her firmly quivering thighs wide apart, her breath coming so fast she felt as though her lungs would burst. Her belly rippled in fear as though he already had the long thick cock extending out from his loins sunk deep up inside her tormented vaginal passage.
Andrew bent over her nakedly prostrate body, fastening his teeth harshly into the nipple of her heaving left breast. She groaned in pain, attempting to twist away from the sudden sharp torture, but his hands, playing over the softness of her smooth satiny thighs and hips, held her tightly to him. His lips and tongue roamed wetly over the softly palpitating mounds of her breasts, and though she tried to stop the feeling, a tiny tendril of unwanted sensation descended feather-like to her nakedly trembling cunt below. God, she couldn't be reacting this way to this full grown man who'd found her out. It was insane! But as he continued the slow tortuous licking of her sensitive flesh with his tongue, a blissful little twitch made her ripely rounded buttocks begin a slow, hardly noticeable grinding down into the rug.
"I'm going to fuck you," Andrew moaned as his lips caressed the softly sensitive skin of her breasts, his eyes still hard and cruel with a greedy desire. "I'm going to fuck you like you've never been fucked before! I want David to see you twist and squirm when a man-sized cock sinks into your baby-loving little cunt! I want him to hear you beg and scream for me!"
Peggy lay frozen under the prodding of his obscene words. Their very lewdness seemed to excite her more. But then she thought again. He wanted merely to use and humiliate her, and the beginning desire turned to despair. To lie beneath the man she'd thought loved her, nothing more than a receptacle for his lewdly gushing sperm was a thousand times more degrading than even being raped by three young boys last night. The hateful mauling of her body by a father whose young son was eagerly watching was too much to take! She could never respond passionately to him; she knew she couldn't! She would submit because she had to, but only in tormenting pain . . . !
Suddenly Andrew slipped down on the carpet beside her and wrapped his arms around her voluptuously naked body, pulling her tightly to him. They lay pressed together, his rigidly heated cock pushed between her soft inner thighs, trapped on the other side between the crevice of her fear-clenched buttocks, his lips clamped wetly over hers. He moved his loins hungrily against her hips, and then she felt his outstretched middle finger slowly smoothing down their naked bodies teasingly to find her throbbing, tightly tensed vaginal mound. Dipping a little lower, down between the softly moistened hair-fringed pussy lips, he spread them open against her will to forage and find her tiny clitoris. Peggy couldn't hold back a softly mewling cry at the sudden tingling sensation. Her wetly parted lips opened as he thrust his tongue deep inside her saliva-moist mouth. She groaned around his long wet tongue with helpless despair, trying to keep control of her perversely rising emotions.
Then, without warning, the angry father rolled her over so she was lying on top of him. "It'll be easier on you if you ride up and down on my cock," he murmured huskily. "Kneel on either side of my hips, and ride me like a pony. Come on, do it!"
Peggy complied without hesitation, knowing full well that he would only hit her if she defied him further. Levered up on her arms, her long dark hair flowing down over her head and sweeping the naked man's chest, breasts swaying sensuously with their erect little nipples lightly touching against his skin, she straddled him with her thighs splayed widely on either side of Andrew's hips. She could feel his boldly hardened penis pointing directly upward at the finger-moistened slit of her pussy.
She thought of what was going to follow, and tossed her head from side to side, tears streaming down the delicate conformity of her cheeks. Through tear-blurred eyes, she could see him holding the length of his lust-thickened cock in his hand, taunting it up against the spread pink flesh of her cunt with the hardened blunted head. The immediate contact of its satiny warmness against the tingling skin of her vaginal opening elicited unwanted little carnal sensations which instantly spiraled upward through her nerve system to bring an even harder erectness to her nipples. And then . . .
"Uggg," she breathed as she felt the first harsh pressure against the tightly elastic opening of her widespread cuntal lips.
"Oooooohh, no, Andrew, you can't. It's too big, too big!"
"Just relax," he panted with sadistic lewdness. "You don't want David to think you don't like men, do you?" he grated sarcastically.
Andrew wrapped his hands tightly around her nakedly twisting buttocks to hold her securely atop his long spearing cock. Then he pushed upwards again, harder between her quiveringly alive cuntal lips.
"Stop it! Oh, please, Andrew, stop itttt!" she cried out as the lust-swollen tip of his penis slipped through the first hot layer of fleshy resistance, stretching cruelly the tight cuntal opening until Peggy felt as though her thighs were splitting apart from the relentless pressure. She jerked her eyes open in fear and pain and saw his triumphant grin. Oh God, he was tearing her in two and enjoying every moment of it! He and David - he was sadistically watching as she suffered the slow remorseless penetration of her defenseless pussy!
Suddenly the grin on Andrew's face faded, and a contorted expression of sheer raw lust replaced it. He would stand it no more! He had to fuck her now! He felt the overpowering need to possess her, and wondered if it were a sign of love. Damn, at this moment, he would even be willing to marry her, just to fuck her over and over! Savagely, he thrust his hips up off the rug, and at the same time, pulled her warmly curvaceous buttocks down over his long, thickened cock.
"Arrrggghh!" the kneeling young teacher screamed at the top of her voice as she felt his raging fleshy hardness slice deeply up inside her excruciatingly stretched cunt. There was no stopping him, his wildly throbbing hardness pushing the soft moist flesh of her vaginal walls in lewdly rolling waves before it.
"Oh God!" she groaned. "You're splitting my cunt!"
She had never been so filled in her life, and his cock felt as though it had ripped her vagina in a thousand tiny shreds as he speared into her without mercy or thought of injury. There wasn't one tiny ridge on it that she could not feel as it sunk tight into the soft flesh of her belly, like a blade enclosed in moist warm sheath.
Andrew lay still for a moment, his face directly below hers. God, she was tight! Maybe the only fuckings she'd had were done by boys like David, though he knew better. Well, if that was the case, then he'd marry her and fuck her to death!
Peggy, too, lay immobile, afraid to move for fear of the pain it might bring. Neither made a sound for a long moment, and then suddenly she felt a throb deep up inside her stomach, the thickness of Andrew's pulsing swollen cock jerking up another half an inch as he flexed inside her cruelly stretched vagina.
"NNNNNgggg," she grunted breathlessly, her face contorting with the throbbing pain.
"So how does it feel to have a man inside you again instead of a little boy's prick?" he tormented her from below, flexing again as he stared up at her pain-contorted face.
"Aggg," she groaned deeper this time, the cords of her neck standing out from the pressure of her resistance.
"I said, how does it feel to have a man inside you?" He flexed again, grinning up in sheer delight at the agonizingly pained expression on her face.
"Ohhh, I love it, I love it!" she cried, afraid to offend him. The pain was just too unbearable!!
"Beg then," he hissed contemptuously.
"Ohhh, I can't I can't," she prayed above him. "Not with David here!"
"Beg me to fuck you, bitch!" he repeated. He throbbed his huge, lust-hardened member deep up inside her fearfully quivering belly again. "Beg now and show him what a real cunt you are!"
"Ohhh, Andrew, don't make me, please!" She fought with all her strength and courage to escape this one further humiliation. This, she knew, would be the final surrender. It was the only thing she had left. He had taken all else; her love for him and his son, and the love they held for her in return, even what little self-respect she had left - everything was gone! She couldn't let him have the pleasure of hearing her beg too! She just couldn't!!
"Beg, you bitch!" he demanded, savage fire burning in his eyes. "Let David hear you beg me to fuck you!"
"Ohhh, God," she sobbed, her resistance broken by the pain and helplessness of her position. "D-do it to me Andrew," she managed to whisper. "Do it to me."
"Not like that bitch," he demanded, "Say fuck me . . . like you said to David and those two other kids last night!"
"Oh, fuck me." she hissed through clenched teeth, tears gushing from her eyes as she spat out the lewd, obscene word. Her shame and degradation were complete now. She was a filthy whore now, nothing better than a dirty gutter whore!
The bitter words bored into her mind, evil omens of some terrible future. She was lost! Lost! He had taken everything that was left of her and crushed it with unfeeling cruelty! There was no hope left, nothing, nothing but the huge, fleshy hardness buried deeply inside her traitorously burning vagina.
Andrew sensed the loss of this last remaining ounce of resistance left in her, and digging his fingers harshly into the delicate skin of her waist, he began a slow, rocking motion up between the beautiful teacher's wide-stretched thighs. He felt her moistly heated cuntal passage involuntarily widen with each smooth stroke he made into her tautly rippling belly, and heard her cry out and groan in helpless defeat as she surrendered totally. It was rhythmic music to his ears! Even though she fought him, positive in her own mind that she could never sexually enjoy a grown man, he was convinced that there was a latent hot streak beneath the surface that simply had never been fully turned on before. The brutal ravishment of her body when she'd been young and innocent. . . the warping teachings by a frigid mother probably ... no wonder Peggy had turned to young boys for her needed release! Well, he'd stripped her down to nothing but her naked soul, and perhaps he could now rebuild her into a raw, unrestrained desirable female. He'd do his damndest to fuck her until he turned her on, he vowed - and this was just the beginning!
Peggy thought he was going to rip her in half, that his huge battering penis would bore up through her lungs and come right out of her mouth! She gurgled crazily, suddenly wanting it to hurt! She wanted to be punished like the dirty bitch she was! Viciously she began to screw her painfully stretched cunt down onto his unmercifully pistoning cock, attempting to destroy it while it was killing her! There was no longer any reason to fight the insanely lewd flames of masochistic desire licking through her blood. She had lost the battle against the obscene man's angry rape, though the agonizing thought of her total surrender still sent chills along the base of her spine.
Slowly, imperceptibly, her body began to respond as it never had before as she felt the slow fucking rhythm of Andrew Campbell's long, thick cock relentlessly skewering up inside her. New delights were racing through her with every upward lunge he made. God, what was happening to her? Then she knew, and deliriously she accepted her new experience! She was being ignited once again by Andrew, just as she had been the afternoon of the picnic. Whatever he'd done to her, Andrew had found the key!
The hysterical teacher's whole body started to wantonly twitch and writhe above him and she moaned uncontrollably as she lowered her head, suddenly shoving her tongue with sudden complete abandon into the moistness of his mouth. Low hums of servile acceptance came in torrents from deep in her chest, her face contorting with new-found passion, a light sweat breaking out on her forehead under the flowing strands of her soft dark hair. She could feel the throbbing wet hole of her pussy flowering open to receive instead of reject his thickly rampaging cock, the pain of taking a man-sized penis up between her legs slowly fading for the first time she could ever remember. Her eyes were closed, her tongue working and slaving down into his mouth as small mewling sounds of velvety pleasure rumbled from her throat. Yes . . . God, yes! This is what she had been waiting for! There was no longer any thought of resisting him... no thought of anything but the delicious sensation of kneeling above this man who was fucking her against her will and giving back to him some of the pleasure he was giving her!
"I love you, Andrew Campbell," she gasped when she raised her face for air. "I never thought I could love a man, but I do. I love you, darling! I love you!"
Andrew could only listen and marvel at the words of sweet surrender which were flowing from her wetly glistening lips. He could hardly believe his ears! Less than an hour ago, he'd been a savage, punishing brute, but now he was her pleasure-giving lover! Peggy was offering herself to him ... all of herself, body and soul, if he wished to have her!
Trailing his hands over the soft curves of her naked body, he felt the long smooth muscles beneath her silken skin ripple lightly from his hungry touch. He felt the warmly moistened walls of her vagina gripping at his brutally buried hardness deep up inside her belly, and his brain spun wildly from the heady, erotic victory over her nakedly splayed body! Christ, he possessed her! He really did . . . and now he knew that no matter what... he could have her whenever he wanted her with or without benefit of marriage.
Peggy flattened her knees out so that they pressed against Andrew's muscular sides. She slid lower and lower on his long thick penis, moaning with newly-discovered rapture all the way down until she could feel his sperm-bloated balls pressed tight up into the open crevice between her passionately trembling buttocks. Then she lifted herself up on her knees so that his lust-engorged cock, gleaming moistly from her secretions, came slipping into view. With a softly dreamy sigh, she drove her thighs back down again, ramming the whole of his wet fleshy hardness deep up inside her gratefully receiving cunt until its head battered hard against her cervix. The now deliriously excited young teacher abandoned herself to all the searing sensations she'd never thought could exist for her, sliding rhythmically up and down over her lover's rigidly upstanding penis until she felt as though she could almost cum by just her own gyration.
Unable to stand by and watch the passion-inciting scene another moment longer, young David Campbell jumped up from where he'd been crouched behind his father and Mrs. Nichols. He'd been told by his Dad on the way to his teacher's house to wait until he was called, but staring at everything that had been happening had goaded the youngster beyond endurance! His lean young loins blazing with desire, David quickly shed his clothes and rushed around to nakedly kneel beside the straining couple's tightly clasping bodies. He reached out and cupped Mrs. Nichols' heavily dancing breasts, teasing and kneading their proud round firmness until it seemed as if they would burst from his fascinated manipulation!
Peggy became aware of the boy's movement near her head, and she moved her face up, opening her eyes. She could see David rubbing the taut full moons of her breasts, his slender youthful penis jutting erectly from his loins with avidly innocent excitement. She gave a small gasp of protest, feeling momentary pangs of guilt and shame, but then she felt Andrew beneath her, quickening his thrusts, hotly pulsating and deep, and she groaned in greedy abandoned passion.
"D-Dad?" the young boy anxiously asked. "Gee, I'm going to shoot it off on Mrs. Nichols' back if I can't do something soon."
"Put your cock in her mouth, then, son," his father said from below. "Have her suck you off while I fuck her!"
"No," Peggy protested momentarily, the humiliation of being pummeled between father and son flickering lewdly through her mind. "No, that's not right. . . Ohhhhh, God!"
"We're a family, wife-y dear," Andrew grinned maliciously up at her, taking obvious satisfaction from her distress. "Go on, son. Stick your cock inside your new Mommy's mouth!" he said sarcastically.
David gripped his hardened boyish penis in his hand, and moved around so that its rounded virile tip grazed against Peggy's moistly glistening lips. "Suck me, Mrs. Nichols," the boy panted delightedly. "Like you did Al's and Mike's last night! Oh, suck me, suck me toooo," he moaned ecstatically.
Peggy's unconscious mind rebelled against the lewdness of orally accepting the darling boy's delicious young flesh. She fought her desire to surrender to David as well as his father, but her cock-hungry body had already betrayed her will to resist. The only reality was the searing fire that was burning deep in her wetly throbbing pussy, the flames licking out along her thighs, needing to be quenched by the tormenting man's heavy penis fucking faster and faster up between their wetness. She couldn't fight her all-consuming lusts! She loved them both, and was totally theirs to do with as they wished!
With animal-like groans of passion, Peggy reached up with one of her hands and began to stroke David's jutting young cock. Impaled on his father's throbbing pole, her face was a scant few inches from the moistly pulsating head of the boy's virilely hardened penis. She held it tightly between her fingers, stroking it teasingly up and down until her slender loins were undulating in time to her maddening rhythm.
Slowly, her wetly parted lips came forward and suddenly her tongue flicked out, the tip boring tauntingly into the wet tiny glans at the end.
David sucked in his breath from the delightful contact, chills rippling along the length spine, a groan passing between his lips. His kneeling Math teacher brought her warm wet mouth down over his eagerly pulsating shaft, her moistly ovalled lips tightening like an elastic band around its throbbing length, trapping his lust-swollen cock-head completely inside the softly heated cavern of her mouth. She gently massaged the warm resilient skin of his youthful testicles with her hand as she began to suck with a stroking rhythm the entire length of his hardened rod of young male flesh!
"Christ!" the boy groaned, staring down at his teacher's passion-contorted face. "Christ, Dad, this is the greatest!"
Peggy could feel his throbbing reaction and began to suck his virilely excited penis a little harder, the tips of her teeth digging gently into the resisting flesh, leaving small white trails where they scraped the blood from beneath the surface of the skin. Her tongue swiped furiously around and around the growing glans as she felt her own hotly throbbing pussy nearing the bursting point from David's father's long rigid shaft fiercely pumping deep up in her cunt from below.
"Harder, Andrew, fuck me harder, lover, dear ..." she chanted in muffled rhythm to his long hard strokes. She wanted to be ripped apart by the two buffeting Campbell males! Great huge waves of delightfully lewd sensation swirled through her. Her entire nakedly kneeling body was growing . . . growing . . . ready to explode . . . burst into a thousand colored fragments between the twin pulsating cocks which were fucking her simultaneously, her body sandwiched between them as though she were skewered all the way through and their cock-heads were touching on the instroke somewhere deep, deep up inside her wantonly writhing belly. She sucked wildly on the eager young cock surging into her mouth, and thrust herself down, screwing herself on the thickly pistoning older cock splitting up into the wetly dilating walls of her vagina from below. Yes ... Oh God, yes . . . ! This was heaven! If only it would never end! If only there was more!
And, as if in obscene answer, she heard Andrew hissingly order from beneath her, "David! Come here, son! Come here, take my place. I want to hump her in the ass!
Peggy choked back a frightened gasp, the blood suddenly icing in her veins. God, what was he trying to do to her? No, oh no, he wasn't meaning to ... ! Her mind whirled frantically, and she moaned with rising horror around the thrusting boy's slim cock in her mouth when abruptly he pulled out with a popping sound.
"No, Andrew! Oh God, don't fuck me there!" she moaned. "Please, don't do that to me!"
"Relax, Peggy," Andrew chuckled with salacious delight. "I love you, Peggy, but you're a bitch at heart! A bitch in heat, and besides, I've always wanted to. You deserve it! And you'll love it!"
"Ohhh, nooooo!" Peggy tried to close her thighs, but Andrew wriggled out from under her wetly seething pussy. She froze in the lewd fucking position . . . thighs spread wide over young David's hips and with her legs drawn in against his ribs. She didn't dare move as the vengeance driven man hovered menacingly over her, his panting head just above her defenseless, upturned buttocks. "Andrew! I'm afraid! You'll hurt me!"
The boy below her laughed again in obscene desire. "Don't worry. Dad won't harm you - as long as you do as he wants!"
The assistant principal lowered his head to the helpless woman's smoothly upturned buttocks and sniffed them appreciatively. He trembled as though he were an animal that found a bitch in heat. Peggy moaned in terror as Andrew's mouth suddenly made a wetly heated contact with her tiny, puckered anus. She tensed as his tongue snaked out and licked wetly up and down, the tip curling and licking around the hair-fringed softness where David's stiff young penis was inserted and then moving relentlessly up again to burrow slightly in her fleshy anal ring. For a moment the kneeling teacher tried to squirm away, but the man cursed again and his hands grasped her tightly around the waist, impaling her immobile upon his son's rigidly thrusting cock.
"Hold still, Goddamnit!" Andrew said excitedly. "I'm going to lick you. Lick your little bitch pussy slit and asshole!"
The sex-crazed father began to greedily lap his wet searching tongue between her frantically trembling thighs. He ran his tongue wetly the full length of it, from the cock-filled pink edges of her tight little cunt up to the tiny, sensitive little circle of her tautly puckered anus. His tongue spread through the soft, hair-covered valley like a hot knife through soft butter, curling and flicking relentlessly between Peggy's widespread buttocks. She jerked spasmodically as she squirmed under the father's lapping and sniffing of her privates, shuddering and chilling from the lewdly evil stimulation he was forcing her to enjoy. He worked like the bestial savage he was, and his rutting lust was slowly driving her mad, his merciless tongue lashing her to a servile moaning defeat. The tongue was crushing her resistance with its vigorous and unrelenting attack upon her sensitively responding genitals.
Peggy's body was lewdly churning now, and every muscle in her nakedly quivering body was tensed as she strained her hips back against that maddening probe between her widespread buttocks! Oh God, Andrew's tongue felt so wonderfully good back between her legs! She had never expected it could be like this, that he could bring such wildly exciting feelings from her body. Her love for him and his handsome fourteen year old son incited her further. Her updrawn thighs opened and closed hungrily around the tormenting young cock that was still fucking so gluttonously up into her flame-seared vaginal hole.
"Ahhhhhh! Mmmmmmm!" she moaned, splaying her legs wider and higher to give the magnificent boy below greater access to her hotly throbbing pussy. "Mmmmmm!"
Behind her nakedly kneeling figure, Andrew mounted the spread mounds of Peggy's buttocks, arms around her. His wetly glistening penis slipped against her saliva-moistened rectal crevice, its blunted end sliding and dancing in her wetly heated anal crevice as he trembled and jerked over her naked body. The narrowly expanded anus was visibly throbbing in a lurid invitation; the moist slit between her buttocks held wide apart by the pressure of her thighs pressed tightly down against David's hips below.
Peggy could feel the hugeness of Andrew's thick fleshy hardness jerking between her widespread ass cheeks, insinuating itself up and down, up and down, in a maddening search for the tight little orifice in which to thrust the heavily throbbing tip of his cock.
"Reach back around and put my cock in your asshole," the frustrated father commanded suddenly. "Go on, reach back and put it in your asshole!"
God, he was serious! To be sodomized by a man! That would be the ultimate of degrading perversion! But strangely, the tiny bit of whore in every woman broke forth in an insane tingle of masochistic excitement! She suddenly had to have his long thick cock in her too. Her belly was gluttonously screaming for both penises - father and son's - to be fucking into her at the same time.
She took her hand from young David's shoulder and reached down underneath the grinding flesh of their wildly fucking bodies to grasp the full hot length of Andrew's massively pulsating cock. She heard him laugh obscenely as her tightly closed fist stroked it softly in reverence. The madly aroused teacher could feel the warm spasmodic throbbing against her palm and the moistly seeping liquid of excitement trickling from the blood-inflated tip. Quaking, she guided it up the valley of her softly rounded buttocks, not letting it lose contact with her naked flesh until it was poised at her tightly puckered little anus. She held it there with her one hand, drawing with all her strength to pull it into her rectum. God yes! She wanted Andrew to fuck her in the ass more than she had ever wanted anything!
"Yes, darling, fuck me there!" she mumbled through passion-stretched lips as the man thrust his giant penis in an urgent probe against her for several seconds, trying to lodge it into the tightly straining anal hole.
And then it was done!
With a growl of lewd delight, Andrew jerked forward and Peggy felt a rapid build up of pressure at her anus - and then a sudden pain so unbearable that she twisted and screamed, trying with all her strength to crawl away. She no longer felt human as the huge, lust-thickened cock slithered far up into her painfully stretched rectum, pushing against the bottom of her belly inside. The brutally ravished teacher jerked back up at him, trying to throw him off, but as she jerked up, the assistant principal rammed mercilessly down and embedded his thick rock-hard penis all the way to the hilt in the hotly clenching tunnel of her anus.
"Uggg, God!" she grunted in pain.
The triumphantly smiling Andrew hissed near her ear! "Like being fucked in the ass, honey?"
And that made it a million times worse to know that her every reaction was being watched and enjoyed by him and his fourteen year old son. His words and victorious smile was mockery and insult to her, droning on until some of the pain began to ease a little in Peggy's hotly throbbing rectum from the angry man's brutal entry.
But then, "Ugggg!" she grunted as he began fucking into her in a frantic humping rhythm. His great massive cock seemed like an unrelenting fist pummeling into her mercilessly, expanding with each thrust down into her tightly gripping rectum. Peggy could feel his monstrously inflated penis racing brutally into her raw, torn backsides, as she strained back against the grinding assault, groaning incessantly while the pain slowly subsided. A masochistic pleasure slowly replaced the searing firebrands of agony that raced from her totally filled anus to the rim of her own still dutifully sucking vagina. Her rising sensations of overwhelming lust were fed by the very helplessness of her lewd squirmings beneath the rapacious man. The assistant principal fucked inhumanly into her hopelessly impaled rectum, giving her no respite from the growing pleasure building - building - deep in her belly!
It was alive in her! The hard rubbery tip pressing up against her stomach lining inside, the thin folds of flesh between its length and that of his son's cunt-embedded cock, the tickling hairs of the man's testicles brushing in the crevice of her buttocks . . . they were all part of her! She was one with them . . . and in spite of her pain, her mouth involuntarily began opening to emit the hungry incomprehensible cries from between her lips! Her nostrils flared again, drawing in the delicious pungent scents of the excited genitals deep into her body, and it smelled of the strange erotic marriage of the two virilely throbbing cocks fucking deep up into her wildly enthusiastic belly. Everything seemed to roll together in one great fiery ball of aching hunger for more. Her wetly voracious cunt contracted harder around the fourteen year old boy's penis fucking with her heatedly quivering vagina from below as the lascivious sensations raced through her wantonly excited flesh.
Peggy's body was cowering to screaming life now! The pain had receded so she could only feel a maddening electric fire that burned uncontrollably deep within her backsides. It seared relentlessly through the raw nerve ends of her flesh, licking through her frantically eager cunt and anus and dancing across the milky white flesh of her widely splayed buttocks, spreading up through her greedily contracting belly and out to the tips of her palpitating pink nipples which had peaked into hard tiny buds. Thin rivulets of sweat rolled down the sides of her heavily swaying breasts, which were sensitive to even the brushes across David Campbell's heaving young chest.
She wildly rotated her trembling wet thighs forward and back, enclosing the two fleshy impaling penises, her cock-stuffed vagina and anus dilating in time to their harsh pistoning strokes. The two shafts of hard male flesh felt as though they were fusing deep up inside her bowels, becoming one with all her being! They had crawled into her, had become a part of her! And she was one with them! She and Andrew and darling David - they were all one fleshy mass of wildly erotic sensation, merging magically together by their love and nakedly locked genitals!
"Fuck me!" Peggy hissed through her drawn-back lips. "Oh God, you darlings! Both of you, I love you both! Fuck me harder! Fuck me until I can't stand it anymore!" The fire licking through her body was fanned yet hotter by the knowledge of her sheer helplessness and the obscene kneeling position in which they were holding her! She drove on unheedingly, almost ready to cum and unable to stop! Sweat was pouring from her nakedly writhing body as she strove wildly for her end - an infinitesimal second away!!!
"Hot bitch! Hot bitch!" Andrew Campbell mumbled over and over as he ceaselessly rammed his blood-filled cock deep up into her muscle lined anus. He could feel the white hot cum building up inside his bloated testicles as they beat hard against her softly upturned buttocks. He was ready to explode!
"I . . . I'm cummmmmmmiiinnnggg!" David groaned wildly from below, and Peggy could feel her hotly throbbing vaginal walls pulling painfully apart as the head of his deep-sunk young penis suddenly flared into an expansion that threatened to split her! It began to spurt, and she could feel his delicious white hot liquid shooting into her like streams of molten lava into the cavern of her eagerly quivering cuntal passage. The hot muscular walls of her pussy milked spasmodically at the fourteen year old boy's virilely ejaculating penis as David continued to spew out his completion, filling her womb and foaming out the contracting fleshy vaginal lips around the base of his cock.
She was being driven insane!
She couldn't let it stop!
"Oh fill me too, Andrew!" she groaned incoherently. "Cum in my ass, my darling!"
Andrew Campbell groaned over and over again; his hips working crazily as he felt his own moment had finally arrived! He could feel his volatile sperm begin its mad dash along the full length of his glistening, pumping cock and begin to suddenly spurt out in hot thin surges far up into the velvet tightness of her hungrily sucking rectum! Her frantically working buttocks expanded and hollowed, fish-like, as the warm flooding gushes of cum spewed. She went on screaming wildly as he emptied his heatedly churning sperm deep into her hot rubbery depths. His hands dug cruelly in her waist, holding her still for the maddened throbbing of his loins as he shoved his spewing long hardness as far up inside her cruelly stretched rectum as he could.
"Oh, God... oh God..." she shivered beneath him, her face contorted in an unrecognizable mask of wild abandoned passion. "I'm cumming . . . I'm cumming! Ohhhh."
Peggy screwed her buttocks insanely back against the man so that his massively jerking penis bored even further up into the expanded rubbery recesses of her backside. Her rapidly dancing breasts bounced and quivered down against the naked flesh of David's sweat-gleaming chest, the tiny hardened nipples brushing across his skin like little diamond chips.
Andrew's tongue hung from his mouth as he pantingly fucked into her nakedly waving buttocks from behind, saliva dripping from his mouth onto the smooth flesh of her naked back. She screamed again and again, and rammed harder against him just as he jerked forward, his hotly pulsating cock still spewing its burning semen in hard thick spurts deep in her greedily clasping anus.
With a deep-throated groan, Peggy began to convulsively shudder out her wild ungovernable orgasm as she felt Andrew's heated sperm still shooting deep up into her smoothly rounded buttocks contracting spasmodically as the hot wet passage of her rectum squeezed in a wanton hunger at his wildly jerking cock. Thick white fluid oozed from her tightly locked anal muscle, and small trails of his warm wet cum trickled slowly down between her thighs to mingle with David's cum and her own orgasmic secretions. Later, she didn't know how long, her backsides glistening and displaying soaked pubic hair and ravaged pink flesh, Peggy slowly rolled off the two now-limp penises which had so completely filled her every orifice. She lay half comatose between the nakedly sprawled bodies of Andrew Campbell and his son, her legs falling lewdly open with the trembling exhaustion of total satisfaction which flowed through her warm vibrant flesh.
Besides her, Andrew Campbell closed his eyes and smiled wearily. He'd found the woman all right - the woman who'd take care of him and David, he thought drowsily.
Chapter SEVEN
Slowly consciousness returned and with it the terrible knowledge that she was truly vilely depraved, insatiable and wanton ... a slut and a whore forever! Peggy knew with the certainty of the damned that her life was ruined forever. For the awful depravity hadn't just been committed on her . . . she had participated . . . participated and enjoyed it, reveling in the debauchery! Andrew would not be likely to forget that . . . not when his conscience returned and he realized rationally what had happened and that she had started all of it from that first moment with young David! Oh God!
Feebly she lifted her head and looked around her. Night had come, deepening the shadows in her living room, the light from the one lamp weak. She was alone, nakedly alone on the carpet where they had left her. Slowly the abused teacher rose, using the furniture as crutches to gain her feet. Suddenly she heard a noise and snatched at the long ago discarded nightgown, putting it over her shivering body.
Weakly she walked toward the kitchen. The lights were glowing brightly there. Peggy gasped as she saw Andrew looking freshly showered and dressed, wrapped in an old apron of hers. Young David, too, was scrubbed and shining. They grinned at her as they went on with their work. Andrew was scrambling eggs and the boy was buttering toast.
"Come in, Peggy. Supper's almost ready. We should have waked you sooner but you were sleeping so peacefully we hadn't the heart."
"But. . . but..." she whispered stupidly.
"It's all right, Mrs. Nichols. Dad's got everything worked out fine."
Peggy felt the tears start in her eyes. There was a choking somewhere deep in her chest. It was a cruel joke! Somehow she knew it was all a hideous joke! She'd wake in jail or worse! A sudden desire to flee like a wounded animal possessed her. She turned and ran, a sob coming out her throat that ended in a little scream as she stumbled into the bedroom and threw herself on the bed.
The world was ending! She knew it! They weren't fooling her! She was finished! The sobs came tearing out her chest now in long shuddering sounds that filled the room. There was not going to be any place she could run* now! Andrew would report her to the authorities! Oh God! She might even be tried in a court room full of accusing people . . . judged and sentenced . . . put away from decent people so she couldn't corrupt any more young boys too innocent to defend themselves! It was what she deserved, she thought wretchedly.
Andrew must have been testing her . . . testing her and finding her wanting . . . seeing just how low she could sink... to what depths of depravity she was capable of. . . but oh, dear God . . . she couldn't help it. She couldn't help it! Her body kept betraying her over and over again! The moment she was touched or looked at in a certain way when there was a young boy around, she was helpless to stop the inevitable!
Oh why didn't they go? Go and leave her for the few minutes peace she had left, alone with her tortured thoughts? Peggy could hear them talking in the kitchen, the sound of their voices low and concerned as though she were an invalid in here alone on the bed.
She raised her head and wiped her streaming eyes on the pillowcase. Visions of women burned at the stake floated across her mind's eyes, flayed and whipped in public and then tied for all to see, their flesh disintegrating agonizingly in the flames. Though she knew the modern equivalent would not be nearly so terrible, she couldn't shake the visions . . . feeling deep inside that her own wanton flesh deserved no better! Oh why had she done it . . . why couldn't she have kept control, avoided the temptation? Why . . . Why . . .
Back there in the throes of her shameful performance with Andrew and David she'd thought for a moment that she might finally be overcoming her terrible need for little boys. Andrew had suddenly been the man of her dreams. He had suddenly been exactly what she wanted . . . filling her with the enchantment of his passion hardened cock, the size and shape and dominance of a real man! Fleetingly she'd reveled in feeling like a real woman, filled and the shattering of that dream had come all too soon when he'd made David change places with him and then ... Oh God!
But it was not to be. There was no hope now. What could have been the right man for her . . . the man she could have been a good wife to if only she hadn't been so voracious for boy cock . . . would do nothing now but turn her in to the authorities! What else could he do after she'd debauched his son and his son's friends . . . made herself a whore and a slut! There was no other way now but to make her pay by shutting her away . . . not only from normal happiness but depriving her forever of any kind of sex . . . boy or man.
"Honest, Dad. I can't stand it any more. She's crying her eyes out in there all alone. She thinks you're going to do something awful to her."
"Don't worry son. We'll go in and tell her in just a minute. One thing you have to learn about women, David, you have to let them cry it out. She wouldn't have even believed me when she was crying so. Come on, boy, finish your eggs and then we'll go in and see her." Andrew said as he picked up his coffee cup, savoring the last sip.
Maybe it wasn't the best way, but he was sure of one thing... it was the right way, the assistant principal reflected as he watched his son finish the last of the eggs and toast. A boy David's age had so many things straining for his attention but nothing could distract the terrible urgency between his legs. It didn't get better, but worse, as he grew up. God knows, he knew, Andrew thought, lighting a cigarette. When had finally happened to him with the screaming urgency of a brakeless freight train, David had been the result. A man shouldn't have to relieve his terrible need by doing penance the rest of his life. If he could help David over his adolescent years by giving him regular sex that had no strings or emotional ties then the boy would never have to face the possibility of bringing up a son of his own all by himself.
Peggy? Well, Peggy was bound to get herself in real trouble one of these days. The woman was insatiable . . . wonderfully recklessly insatiable . . . exactly the right kind of woman for a growing boy and his father, whose sex had had to be just where he found it.
No, it was probably better this way. Andrew couldn't deny he'd been jealous and furious when he found out at first. Christ! he'd really wanted to marry the woman but maybe it was better this way. Wasn't easy for a man to adjust to marriage at this late date. Besides Andrew had gotten used to keeping house for himself and David. He liked puttering in the kitchen after a hard day at school.
The smoke curled upward as he smoked. Andrew followed it with his eyes, his long legs comfortably sprawled under the table. He'd never thought about it before but the most comfortable arrangement he could think of was to have one's own private whore . . . well, his and David's . . . When the boy grew up and left home . . . Well then Peggy would be his alone unless he decided to share her.
"Come on, Dad . . . let's go tell her . . .
"Right, son. I reckon she does need a little comforting about now."
"I'll bet she thinks you're going to get her fired and I don't know what . . . Wait'll she hears!" The boy grinned up at his father as they went arm in arm into the small bedroom where the pathetic figure in the blue nightgown shivered and shook convulsively on the bed.
"Mr. Cantry asked me just yesterday what kind of teacher I thought she was and you know what I told him, son? I told him I thought she was just about the best teacher Patterson High School had."
"Heck, Dad. She's the best teacher anybody ever had!"
Peggy Nichols raised her swollen eyes to see two figures standing in the doorway. Inexplicably they were grinning at her again . . . and then they were coming in and putting their arms around her and she was laughing and crying all at once and everything was somehow all right and she was safe. There was a new life here in Patterson. She'd found it somehow!
Andrew explained it all to her while David bounced for joy beside her, hugging her now and then as his father told her how it was going to be. Peggy was dazed and unsure at first, but the more he explained it, the better she liked it.
There was no denying that Ed had soured her on marriage forever. But if she could have Andrew and David . . . and never have to worry again about being married or unmarried ... if she could be sure that she could still teach and have her two men when and how she wanted them without anyone knowing or censuring! God! She had found everything at last! With a cry of tearful joy Peggy Nichols swept both men, father and son against her ample breasts and they were suddenly all laughing and happy and the world was a wonderful, wonderful place after all!