Miss Appleton carefully pinned up her long dark hair before leaving her apartment for her first class of the day. Reflected in the mirror, she saw a pretty oval face with deep-set blue eyes fringed with long dark lashes. Her creamy complexion needed almost no make-up, and Alice contented herself with applying just the slightest bit of lip gloss to her small but perfectly formed lips. The somber-toned charcoal-grey dress molded well to Alice Appleton's curvaceous figure, but not too closely. Alice preferred the more conservative approach to everything, and she knew that she was admired at the school because of it. She was an excellent teacher of English, and the young twenty-three year old took great pride in her work with the boys of the Scotsdale School. This was the attractive brunette's second year now at the school, and Alice felt that she would like to stay for a long, long while.
It was easy to spend most of her time studying, planning lessons, and correcting papers. That way the pretty dark-haired teacher had little time to think of the past. Even so, however, there were moments when that past pressed into the present, bringing with it unwanted memories.
This was one of those disturbing moments, and Alice blinked her eyes rapidly at her own reflection in the mirror, when she realized that she was no longer thinking of the class that was to come, but of him.
Martin's hands running over her soft exposed skin, there in the fresh night air; the feel of the blanket beneath her; the longing in her loins as she felt him pressed closer and closer to her trembling body. How good it had been to lie back, her head feeling the bumps of the grass against the blanket and up above, beyond Martin's hovering form, the night sky and the stars, and then the feel of her skirt being pulled up, the sound of her own acquiescent sigh as her flimsy silk panties were eased down over her trembling thighs, and she knew what was going to happen. The way her legs had parted--or had he parted them with his own--and then her closed eyes, the naked heat of him against her, and the awful pushing pain. Her cry of fear rising to the night, and then the pleasure, the powerful, moving pleasure filling every portion of her quivering young body, making her know that she could, indeed she would live forever as long as she remained in Martin's arms.
"OH GOD!" Alice turned away from the mirror and scurried into the small bathroom that all the teachers' apartments had. There she dabbed witch hazel on her face with little cotton squares, feeling the cooling liquid bring her back to normal. The trembling of her legs had ceased, and Alice felt she would be able to go to her class now. She reminded herself firmly that Martin and all that was finished, far behind her. She was no longer a foolish eighteen year old, silly enough to fall for the phony promises of a man older and more cunning than she. No, there were no men in Alice's life now, and there had been none since Martin, and that was the way she wanted it. Much better to enjoy her quiet but rewarding life as a teacher, than to risk everything for a man's unfaithful caresses.
Refreshed and determined, Alice made her way from her apartment in the left wing of the main building of the private boys' school, the central portion of which housed some of the boys' dorms on the top floors and most of the classrooms on the lower floors. The left wing was in reality a recently built extension to the main building, designed specifically to house the faculty members who lived on campus.
"Morning, Miss Appleton."
"Nice day, Miss Appleton!"
"You're looking lovely today, Miss Appleton."
Alice blushed and said thank you to Mr. Boyse who was the last person she passed in the corridor that lead to her classroom. A fellow-teacher, she couldn't bring herself to be rude to him, even though she often wanted to tell him that his personal remarks were unnecessary. For some reason, though, today Miss Appleton didn't mind Mr. Boyse's remark as much as she might have. He was harmless enough, and there was no danger whatsoever that the chemistry teacher would seek a more intimate relationship with her. Yes, Miss Appleton felt quite safe at the school, and it was a relief to know that she was secure at all times.
There was a special little lift to her feelings today, however, as Alice entered her classroom. She was a few minutes later than usual, it being her habit to arrive a good fifteen minutes early in order to greet the boys on their arrival and prepare her papers and books. Today several of her students were already in their seats, and Alice was pleased to note that the Larsen twins were among them. Such good boys! she thought as she greeted them with her sunniest smile, a smile reserved only for her best students, and never, for example, for a teaching colleague.
As she sat down at her big oak desk, being sure to pull her sensible-length charcoal-grey skirt down over her knees, Alice thought she knew why she was feeling that little lift. It was certainly because of the papers that the Larsen twins had handed in, and which she had read pleasurably the night before. Miss Appleton had had them read their composition papers to the class two weeks before, and as she bent her pretty dark head over the current assignment, Alice decided that she must have them repeat this performance.
Gradually the classroom filled, and Alice pretended not to notice the little whispers and scuffles that always were a prelude to the final bell. When the bell rang however, the students were always forced to observe the most rigid silence, as Alice Appleton stood and seriously surveyed them from behind her desk.
"Good morning, boys!" she said now, taking them in one by one, noting by each boy's expression whether or not he was likely to have shirked on his homework.
"Good morning, Miss Appleton!" the boys chorused back.
Miss Appleton was in her element.
"First of all," she began, strolling over to the large windows that lined one side of the room, "we will collect your homework assignment ... the two descriptive paragraphs about an art work of your choice."
Knowing that the art department of the school was particularly poor, Alice had enjoyed taking her class to the local museum, and she was looking forward to their comments on the paintings and sculpture they had seen there.
"Do I have a volunteer?" she asked, turning away from the pleasant view of green fields and trees below to face her class. "Yes, Tim, you may collect the papers," she smiled, an absent-minded, thoughtful smile that made it clear to all who observed her that she was thinking of many important things related to her teaching.
A short while later, Alice was once more seated at her desk. She looked up as Tim arrived carrying the sheaf of papers. Tim's blue eyes held Miss Appleton's for a brief second before Alice turned away.
"How many did you count, Tim?" she asked.
"Fourteen, Miss Appleton," Tim replied.
"Fourteen? There are fifteen students in this class. Will the boy who did not do his homework please raise his hand?"
"I didn't, Miss Appleton," Tim admitted. He was looking at the soft swelling of his teacher's breasts, two large mounds of flesh that seemed to want to escape the drab coverings that Miss Appleton always gave them. He thought about them now with considerable interest, comparing them mentally with what he knew his father's ex-wife's breasts had looked like. Of course, it was all imaginary at the moment, but Tim was confident that soon he would be able to make the comparison, yes, he and Bennie both would know whether Miss Appleton's breasts were prettier than old Carolyn's had been.
"You, Tim?" Alice was shocked, and the glasses that she had been about to place on her pertly upturned nose fell to the desk. "But ... I don't understand. Do you have a good reason Tim? I've never known you to shirk your duty!"
"Uh ... not really Miss Appleton," the blond thirteen year old replied.
The class sniggered and Alice looked up sharply. Recovering her composure, she spoke with renewed authority. "We'll have to discuss this after class, Tim. You know that."
"Yes, ma'am," Tim replied, turning to go back to his seat.
Throughout the rest of the class, Alice felt flushed and perturbed. It was so unlike the Larsen boy not to have done his homework, and then not to have a decent excuse at that! The whole thing was very unsettling, and Alice hurried through the day's lesson, postponing her suggestion that the twins read their short stories to the class until another time.
When finally the last bell rang, Alice gave a particularly long homework assignment which was greeted by groans from her students. Ignoring the groans, the pretty twenty-three year old bid the boys good-day and began to leaf through a poetry book that was usually on her desk. The title swam before her eyes, Love Poems of William Shakespeare. The title was decidedly embarrassing, Miss Appleton decided once and for all as she waited for the classroom to empty. But there had been something special about the book when she'd first seen it in the bookstore, that had made her buy it. Perhaps, she thought, she would cover it, and that way she would not be faced with the rather blunt title every day.
"Miss Appleton?" Tim waved good-bye to his brother Bennie and stood watching Alice Appleton with curious interest. How long he had been standing there observing her, Alice could not tell, but she decided that she was angry. Yes, she was angry with Tim Larsen, and she was going to let him know it in no uncertain terms.
"Tim Larsen! What do you have to say for yourself? I must say I am terribly disappointed in you. As you know you and your brother have been at the head of this class, and I certainly expect you of all people to set a good example for the others!"
For the first time in his thirteen years, Tim understood the expression that he'd read and heard on television couched as a joke: You're beautiful when you're angry! For Alice Appleton was most certainly beautiful at this very moment, Tim thought, far more beautiful than his former stepmother who had never been pretty when she was angry, which was quite often.
No, Miss Appleton was something special, that was for sure, and Tim was glad that he and Bennie had chosen her for their little experiment. She would make a perfect subject!
"Well, you see, Miss Appleton ..." Tim began, then hesitated. He would have to make this turn out just right for his purposes.
"Yes, Tim? Yes?" Alice was anxious to hear something, anything from the boy that would help restore her faith in him.
"I ... uh ... Well, none of the paintings and stuff turned me on enough to write about them."
Miss Appleton was genuinely worried. "But ... that's just not possible!" she declared. "A boy so sensitive ... so ..."
"My stepmother always said, Art is bunk!" Tim was stealing it from something he'd learned in history. It was Henry Ford's infamous remark that "history is bunk". Actually old Carolyn had never opened her mouth to either one of the boys about a subject as lofty as art, and Tim had no idea what his father's ex-wife thought about the subject. His statement produced exactly the right effect, however, for Miss Appleton replied, "Why, you poor boy ... I ... I mean ... Didn't I read in your record that your father is, uh, no longer married to ... uh ... your stepmother?"
"Yeah, they got divorced just a little bit ago ... that's when we came to this school!" Tim guessed what Miss Appleton was thinking, and he was quite accurate.
Poor children ... no decent guidelines. What kind of woman must their stepmother have been? And now to have no one at all. I've been neglecting my job. Tim and Bennie both need special care ... special attention and guidance. Such bright boys ... but undoubtedly there are other areas in which their education has been lacking. Why, I might be able to influence these boys so that they go on and do great things.
By the time Tim left Miss Appleton, it had been all arranged that he and Bennie were to have private tutoring sessions with their English teacher twice a week during their usual study hour.
Tim rushed to the cafeteria where he found Bennie in line for the early lunch shift.
"She bought it! We're in!" he declared to his identical twin.
"Great, we'll activate the formula this afternoon!" Bernie was enthusiastic, and his heart pounded in his chest as he stood in line for the luncheon of Salisbury steak, mashed potatoes and peas that was offered by the school that day.
Without speaking another word about it over their lunch, each twin knew that the other was thinking about the manner in which their father's ex-wife had reacted to the first crude version of the 'formula' they made, using a recipe they'd found in one of her erotic books.
There was no doubt about the success of their own primitive aphrodisiac, as the still smoldering memories of each boy were enough to spur them on to a more perfected version, a perfect formula, in short!
Later on they passed Mr. Boyse in the hall. "Going to the lab, boys?" he inquired.
"Yes, Mr. Boyse, we still have some notes to take on our experiment."
"Great, boys, that's just fine! One day you'll be great scientists."
"Maybe, Mr. Boyse!"
Ed Boyse looked down at the two serious faces that were upturned to his. Such dedication he read in their eyes. "Perhaps, one day you'll do me the great honor of letting me in on the details of your current experiment!" the thirty-three year old chemistry teacher said with a smile.
The boys retreated down the hall, and Tim waved back at their congenial teacher. "Maybe someday we will, Mr. Boyse!" he called.
* * *
The next afternoon, Alice brought to school her big beautiful Skira art books, and she'd already marked out several sections that she planned to discuss with Tim and Bennie. She knew that she was correct in planning these little special sessions for both of the twins because of Bennie's paper. Why it was almost worse than no paper at all! The boy said such disparaging things about the masterpiece they'd seen that day in the museum that it was clear he needed some guidance.
The pretty dark-haired teacher sat in the empty study room, at one of the small desk seats designed for the students. They were all in a row and connected to one another in a pattern that stretched back, filling the entire room. When not used for study, this room was used as a small lecture hall and sometimes movies were shown there rather than in the larger auditorium. Alice was looking forward to seeing the boys even though she'd already seen them earlier that morning in English class. But this was different ... more meaningful, really, and she felt the odd little lift to her spirits that made her feel more alive, more vital than usual.
When at last the door opened and the two blond youths walked in, Alice was surprised to feel her blood racing in her veins. They were such handsome children, and she in a sense represented their salvation. Much later they would go out into the world as much more complete human beings, as men, because of her tutoring.
"We brought you a present, Miss Appleton!" Tim and Bennie chorused as they approached Alice's seat.
"Oh! How sweet," Alice cried, "An apple for the teacher ... but this one is glazed isn't it?" Alice took the large bright shiny fruit and turned it in her palm. Little tears of gratitude formed in her eyes. Obviously the boys realized what she was trying to do for them.
"Yes, we glazed it ourselves, Miss Appleton, in the kitchen. The cook let us."
"What enterprising children ... uh, I mean, young men!" Alice said, placing the apple on her arm rest.
"But aren't you going to eat it?" Bennie asked, his blue eyes wide.
"Why ... uh why yes, of course. Now you boys sit down ... one on either side of me. I've brought some books for us to look at. I'm sure you'll find them fascinating as I do. My, this is delicious."
The twins' eyes met triumphantly as Alice took several large bites from the specially glazed apple.
"It's a special recipe, Miss Appleton," Tim said, "Oh ... what's that picture there?"
The tutoring session was going so well, that Alice felt her head swimming. The exquisitely reproduced photographs began to blur before her eyes, and sometimes she was seeing the images in triplicate. In addition the twins were crowding in close to her on either side to see the book that was spread before her, and on more than one occasion one of their small hands brushed hers as she turned the pages or as they were admiring a picture. On her right side, Miss Appleton became increasingly aware of Tim as he moved closer and closer to her, his arm pressing against hers, his soft, hairless cheek almost touching hers; while on her left side Bennie began to rub his arm slowly along the length of hers.
Abruptly, Alice stood up, letting the expensive book fall to the floor of the study hall. "Oh ... I ... I think I must go back to my apartment boys ... I'm not feeling terribly well. Something ... something seems to be wrong!"
The twins leapt to their feet and insisted upon accompanying their teacher back to her room. Students weren't normally allowed in the section reserved for faculty, but Alice's obvious pallor and the fact that her students were assisting her in a moment of malaise sufficed to satisfy the one guard they encountered, who was in reality a kind of glorified switchboard operator.
Alice was grateful for the boys' help, for she was not at all certain of herself. For one thing she kept getting hot and cold flashes and then there was the blurred vision. A strange and ominous tingling had gotten hold of her arms and legs, and on her high heels her numbed feet would have made many false steps had it not been for her solicitous students. When finally they arrived at a dark corridor and Miss Appleton indicated that the door to her apartment was at the end of it, she attempted to persuade them to leave, but they were not easily put off. Tim and Bennie insisted upon seeing her safely in.
"I ... I'll be fine boys I just have to lie down ... right now!" Alice stumbled forward into the small living room with its walls lined with books, and fell upon the studio couch that pulled out into a bed. Her dark hair had become unraveled and the deep blue of her dress contrasted pleasantly with the plaid bedspread as the boys stood eagerly by.
"Are you sure there's nothing we can do for you, Miss Appleton? A glass of water ... an aspirin?"
Alice lay sprawled upon the studio couch, painfully aware that the boys were watching her in this disheveled state, and embarrassed that she did not seem to be able to get up. Her heart pounded and palpitated, and the tingling that had begun in her hands and feet was spreading rapidly to the rest of her body. At first the tips of her breasts, and then the dark silky triangle hidden high between her thighs were the recipients of the insane tingling. It was all she could do at first to stop from touching herself to ease the irrepressible sensations that were overcoming her. And then the pretty dark-haired teacher knew that she could no longer hold out. She would go stark raving crazy in a moment if she didn't do something! In a sudden burst of energy that frightened her two prize pupils, Alice jumped up, running toward them, her eyes with a dazed expression of incomprehension.
"OUT, OUT!" she cried, "You've got to get out!" Furiously she pushed at them, and the boys, try as they might to resist, found themselves forcibly evicted from their teacher's apartment.
"But ... but ..." they stammered, but it was no use. The effects of the formula within her system were only beginning and although strong, Alice's sense of the propriety was at the moment still strong enough to protect her from the curious stares of the scheming thirteen year olds. Standing outside in the dark hallway, Tim and Bennie felt completely defeated. How on earth were they going to find out the results of their experiment if they couldn't be around to see that was going on?
Bennie's hand ran along the length of his hard-swollen penis, and he saw Tim do the same as his eyes grew accustomed to the darkness.
"Maybe we can see in, the keyhole!" Tim suggested hopefully, and he bent down to look. The keyhole did afford a glimpse into the brightly lighted apartment, and Tim could even see a portion of the studio couch inside.
"But I don't see Miss Appleton anywhere!" he said aloud to Bennie.
"Probably doing it to herself in the bathroom!" Bennie offered by way of explanation. He wanted to do it to himself right now too, the way he felt. It was a terrible disappointment, getting all excited like that and then being locked out! Neither he nor Bennie had known that splendid sensation of a woman's softly clinging cunt since the last time they'd made love with their father's wife right in her own bedroom. That had sure been something!
Tim continued to stare through the keyhole, hoping for a glimpse of Miss Appleton at some point anyway. Bennie spoke softly to his brother while he kept watch.
"Remember old Carolyn, Tim? Remember how it was fucking her?"
"Yeah, sure," Tim replied. "But I'll bet Miss Appleton's even better!"
"Yeah, Alice has class ... old Carolyn was a nowhere chick!"
"Too bad we had to get rid of her, but it was really for Dad's sake as well as ours!" Tim mused.
There was still no sight of Alice through the keyhole, but both boys had begun to massage their lustfully aching young penises in an attempt to soothe their emotions. Just thinking of how they had tricked their former stepmother, by putting some of their more primitive formula into her toothpaste was making them even more excited than before.
"Yeah, Dad didn't like her trying to get us to fuck her, did he?" Bennie said softly. Up and down his hand rubbed harder and harder as he leaned against the door to steady himself as the rising tide of desire took hold.
"If only he knew that we'd already fucked her ... but good!"
"Hah!"
"HEY!" Tim suddenly cried. "I see her ... cripes ... she's stark naked ... what a pair of tits ... what a ...!"
"Lemme see ... lemme see too ..." Bennie crowded against his brother, but was prevented from seeing anything by a deep voice that suddenly spoke behind them.
"Who's there?" Heavy footsteps approached, and the boys were soon standing and trying to look as innocent as possible under the circumstances when Mr. Boyse appeared out of the dimness.
"Uh ... good afternoon Mr. Boyse," the boys gulped.
"Why, what are you boys doing here?" Ed Boyse asked. "Don't you know you aren't allowed in this section?"
"Why, yes," Tim began. "We ... uh."
"Miss Appleton wasn't feeling very well, so we helped her to get back here," Bennie added.
"Not feeling well?" Ed Boyse thought about how fine Alice had looked when he'd seen her earlier in the day. He'd thought he'd stop by to borrow a book, just so that he could get to see her again, in fact, and perhaps talk to her a little, break down some of that frigid reserve of hers.
"Well, you boys run along. I'll just check and see if there's anything I can do for her!" The chemistry teacher was thinking that he knew precisely what he'd like to do for Alice Appleton, and that was probably precisely what she needed too!
"I said run along now, boys!" For some reason, Ed wanted the boys to leave before he knocked on Alice's door. Probably because he didn't feel like being a teacher just then, after all, he was in the faculty wing and he had completed all his classes for that day. He was a 'civilian' now, so to speak.
Tim and Bennie hesitated for as much longer as they dared and then reluctantly turned to walk back down the hall.
"And by the way, boys ... you left the cover off your guinea pigs this morning. Got to watch that kind of thing, you know!" One last reminder that they were lowly students in the faculty wing and the boys hurried away from Mr. Boyse's sight.
Chapter 2
The knock at the door was terrifying and yet Alice had the wild feeling that help was at hand. Whoever it was ... whatever it was ... somehow she would be better off than she had been so far, locked in what had become the claustrophobic walls of her small apartment, all of her terrors and desires loosed as though she had been drugged, or as though she had suddenly lost her mind. In her frantic attempt to ascertain what was wrong with her, she'd recalled reading an article about hallucinogenics and their effects. What she was feeling now was a lot like that, and yet there was more to it, much more.
Her clothing lay strewn throughout the apartment, and in the bedroom, lay the brush, the horrid, wicked hair brush which she had just withdrawn from the peculiarly unassuaged depths of her dark-curl-covered pussy.
"Oh God, oh God ... the door ... I've got to ... got to get something on!"
The knock came again as Alice looked desperately for something with which to cover her cream-white nakedness. The terrycloth robe tied in front and was easy to put on, but Alice was in such a state that she didn't even realize that she hadn't closed it all the way. So that when she opened the door to Scotsdale's chemistry teacher, Mr. Boyse, Alice presented a picture so outrageously stunning that Ed was left speechless for a long moment.
The tall dark-haired teacher of chemistry could see nothing but the absolutely wanton beauty of the female whom he had previously known as pretty and prim, but had never, not even in his wildest fantasies, envisioned like this. Worthy of the most avant-garde French film director, Alice's dark hair tumbled to her shoulders in sharp contrast with the stark white of her terrycloth robe. The robe was fastened, but it hung loosely so that Ed could see the full tantalizing plump mounds of Alice's breasts in the open "vee", including half of her dusky right nipple, as she stood there gazing at him. Then below, for his eyes could not help but wander over the vision of loveliness before him, Ed took in a fascinating glimpse of white midriff flesh that led to a deeply indented navel, and then continued down to a shiny dark triangle of pubic hair shaped in the "vee" of Alice's totally revealed and mesmerizing cunt.
"Christ, Alice!" he gasped, and that was all he could manage to get out.
Alice didn't even notice Mr. Boyse was calling her by her first name whereas she had specifically asked him on more than one occasion to address her as Miss Appleton. Instead, she felt herself operating on some subconscious level, and even knowing that he was Ed Boyse, the chemistry teacher, she spoke at last.
"Martin ... I've been waiting ... what's kept you so long?" The maddening desire that quivered throughout her lusciously endowed body shimmered just beneath the surface of her body, beneath the surface of her mind. It seemed to Alice to be dripping from her words as she spoke.
"Are you ... all right?" Ed asked. "Who's Martin?" She was certainly acting weird, he thought, but Christ what a body ... what a face! He entered, and closed the door carefully behind him, then stood uncertainly near it, nervously observing Alice Appleton.
"Come ... come sit with me ... be with me ... I've been so lonely!" the dark-haired beauty pleaded.
Drinking ... she's been drinking ... Christ ... Alice is a lush and I never suspected it! Somehow the thought that the prissy English teacher drank made Ed feel just a trifle surly. All those airs she'd been putting on with him for two years now ... and all along, if he'd had the guts to come to her apartment, he'd probably have been fucking her all along. Just the way he used to fuck the last English teacher, Sara Covington, before she finally married her fiance and left the teaching profession.
Ed sat on the sofa close, very close indeed to Alice, and tried to see if he could smell whiskey on her breath. He couldn't. There was only a sweet smell, like candied apples, and Ed decided she must be a vodka fiend. But it was difficult to think about anything now, with her being so close and acting the way she was.
"Martin ..." she said slowly and her fingers were working at his jacket sleeve, compulsively, kneading almost like a cat as her big blue eyes looked deeply into his, seeming to plead with him.
Ed felt as though he were in some kind of science-fiction movie. Alice Appleton bore so little resemblance to the person he was accustomed to meeting daily in the halls and from time to time in the faculty lounge, that he was completely taken aback. The thick tip of his penis throbbed impatiently as the loosely tied white terrycloth robe came completely undone, and Alice didn't seem to notice or care.
"Christ, Alice!" he repeated. Christ he wanted to fuck her ... This usually stuck-up little bitch, this tight-assed little cunt and her high-minded dedication!
"Aren't you going to take your clothes off, Martin? Please hurry and take them off!"
He was Martin ... Alice convinced herself of it briefly. Who else could it be ... who else could she feel this way about but her darling Martin, come to his senses at last, and returning to her from that awful woman he'd married instead of her. "I knew all along you'd leave her, Martin ... I knew you'd remember the good things we did together ... what we meant to each other!"
The words were slurred and the image of Ed Boyse who was now rapidly tearing off his clothing was dim at best. A raging fire was out of control in the middle of her trembling loins, and God, Martin was here at last to take care of it, to love her the way he had taught her, to touch her where no other man but him had touched.
The drugged teacher flung off her robe revealing the startling beauty of her totally naked hips, breasts and thighs. Voluptuously proportioned, the young brunette teacher lay back as if to flaunt her perfection before the man she supposed to be her erstwhile lover.
"Oh darling, darling, darling," she moaned over and over, the heavy eyelids closed now, fluttering nervously, but closed, as her trembling white thighs parted sensuously, and her fingers moved down to the silken black hairs that surrounded and protected her desire-drenched cunt.
She could sense the naked man coming closer to her, and her eyelids fluttered open just the slightest bit and she knew that it was not Martin. Yet, she had to imagine that it was, that this desire she felt in her fully awakened breasts and belly and in the soft fleshy folds of her tingling pussy below were all for him ... all for the one and only man she had ever loved in her short lifetime.
Ed was slowly stroking his throbbing hard penis, reaching down now to caress her soft exposed flesh, so fragile, so beautiful, so cock-stirringly splayed beneath him. He groaned and began to let his hand rove nervously and excitedly across the tender feminine flesh.
Beneath him Alice closed her eyes once more as she felt her body growing more and more responsive to the clumsy caresses that were turning her flesh into a sheet of white-hot passion. A rash of goose-pimples covered the sensitive skin of her arms and legs as she moaned with growing desire. Yes, she wanted him. He was Martin ... He was! The normally subdued young teacher's nakedly exposed body ached to be touched gently the way Martin used to do, but touching, any kind of touching, would do at this point! Her brain swam, and her senses reeled as she felt the thunder building up deep inside her aroused by his maddening fingertips moving steadily over her defenseless white nakedness.
"Oh Martin ... take me take me ... take me, my love!"
"Martin, my foot!" Ed Boyse muttered, his eyes feasting lewdly and greedily on Alice Appleton's half-conscious body as she writhed obscenely on the sofa.
* * *
"It's my turn ... it's my turn to see now!" Tim declared, shoving Bennie to the side and, on his knees, placing his eye over the keyhole where his twin brother's had just been. Behind him he heard the familiar slap of his brother's fist against his tensed loins as he furiously masturbated in sympathy with the erotic scene they'd been watching since the beginning. Tim stayed on his knees there and commented on what he was seeing so that his brother could know what was going on.
"I think he's gonna screw her now!" he whispered. "I can just see the bottom half of them. Can't see her face or anything. But she's spreading her legs ... Cripes, Bennie, that should be us in there!"
"Never mind, it'll be us soon enough!"
* * *
The lewdly aroused chemistry teacher edged around on the studio couch and, animal-like, crouched on all fours over the young woman's unresisting body as he climbed onto the sofa-bed with her. With his knee he pushed Alice's willing white thighs farther apart than before. Then he slithered nakedly in between them, his knees pressed her slender ankles apart and his handsome face but a few inches above the hair-curled "vee" of her openly glistening cunt.
Jesus! He'd never seen anything as lovely as this surprisingly sexy English teacher. His mouth watered as his eyes gaped down at her wetly welcoming pussy rotating sensuously, expectantly, only inches from his drooling lips.
Saliva dripped from his open mouth to mingle with her womanly juices that were already secreting warmly from the wet pink slit of her cunt and trailing down between her widespread white thighs.
Alice wanted everything to be perfect for her Martin. She could feel the flat palms of his sweating hands clapped against the tender softness of her inner thighs, holding them wide apart, and suddenly she wanted to be even more open, more vulnerable for him. Her most inner secrets must be completely open and available to his every wish. Oh, Martin ... Martin, you've come back to me ... you've come back to me. Then suddenly, she watched as his beautiful face lowered slowly ... second by agonizing second coming closer and closer to the very center of her passion.
"Oh yesssssss ..." she hissed from between clenched teeth as she felt his hot, moist lips close over her openly splayed vagina. And Alice's vision blurred as her lover planted hot, wet, tingling kisses on her lust-fired pussy flesh, his tongue slashing insanely at the tiny quivering opening.
Alice's hands moved sensuously down over her throbbing breasts and slid slowly along her smooth, flat stomach, coming to rest on either side of his lewdly bobbing head. Her fingers stroked softly for a moment at the flexing hollows of her own inner thighs. Then, slowly, with her own fingers, she spread open the fleshy pillows of her young cuntal mouth to allow his hungry mouth complete access to her yearning inner cunt.
Every muscle in the drugged teacher's body seemed to react to the heavenly pleasurable licking of her aching vaginal slit, while uncontrollable moans of ecstasy tumbled from her parted lips.
"Thank God, you've come back to me ... oh Martin ... Martin ... don't stop. Oh my own wonderful lover. I've waited so long for you to come back to me ... go on ... go on ... yes ... this is what I've wanted ... wanted for so long ... yes ..."
Nothing else mattered ... Insane electric-like jolts were setting her whole body aglow with needle-like prickles of carnal enchantment. Suddenly Ed's tongue probed deeply into her open vagina and Alice gasped out louder, moaning and twitching beneath him on the studio couch. He sensed the movements of her beautiful head tossing back and forth as his spearing tongue shot out once more, its smoothly flicking tip circling her quivering little clitoris. Then he sucked the warm, soft folds of her inner pussy lips deep into the hot wet cavern of his mouth, while his tongue continued its moral-shattering lashes against the tiny nerve plexus between her thrashing legs.
Alice groaned unashamedly from deep in her throat as the hot probing tip of Ed's tongue worked its way obscenely up and down the length of her narrow wet cuntal slit, starting with the tiny pulsating bud of her swollen clitoris and pressuring his way down over the elastic rimmed opening of her clasping vagina and into the crevice of her flexing buttocks, and then up again. Her hips ground wildly down into the sofa, while soft mewling sounds of animal pleasure escaped pitifully from between her passion-clenched teeth. She groaned throatily, sounds that were originating deep in her chest, while the lewdly searching tip of his tongue wriggled in and out of her hotly clasping vagina. She felt his hands move down to the backs of her knees that were splayed out luridly wide on either side of his head, then raise and press them up over her body so that the kneecaps touched her heaving breasts, exposing the whole flat plane of her desire-wracked loins to his eager mouth.
Then the gasping twenty-three year old's hands were tangled in his hair, guiding his face tighter against the palpitating opening of her cunt. He ran his tongue deep into the soft-rimmed flesh, flicking teasingly for a moment, then withdrawing to taunt the fluted pink edges and force soft little half-screams from her desire-contorted lips. Her soft warm thighs closed convulsively around his moving head, and he could feel the wet velvety flesh of her vaginal passage slip moistly around his extended tongue and begin opening and closing in a lewd sucking motion of its own, attempting to pull his tongue deeper and deeper up inside.
Ed could hardly believe what was happening. Little Alice Appleton, stuck-up bitch that she was most of the time, had obviously gone over the deep end! In his most warped sexual dreams, the incredulous chemistry teacher could never have imagined the chemistry of Scotsdale School's frigid English teacher! It was incredible the way she was giving herself to him. Every chick had some hidden sex streak inside somewhere, but this was fucking unbelievable. Alice was out of her mind with sexual lust and she was driving him even further out of his.
Ed worked with a frenzy, feeling her soft wet pussy curls brushing tantalizingly against his cheeks as Alice strained her loins up against him, her body completely lost in the fire of the moment. Every muscle she had was tensed as she strained toward the slippery probing between her parted legs. She had never dreamed that Martin could wring such pleasure from her body ... it had been so long, so very long since she had been touched. Her deep love for her fiance drove her wilder than ever as her updrawn legs and thighs opened and closed in convulsive response to his lewdly driving tongue.
"Oooohhuuuu!" she moaned softly. "Don't stop. Don't ever stop. Oh God, lick it there ... lick it harder. Faster!" And then there came a rushing of lust in her ears as Ed answered her urgent requests. And then the ceiling seemed to cave in as with a great resounding crash she gave herself up to the sweet intolerable delight of this tongue-fuck, wanting it to go on forever and forever! It endured for a long, long while, and sensuously, Alice writhed and twisted, her face a mask of unbearable ecstasy as her desire-tormented limbs went though the intense spasms of climax and her own hands pulled the man's head deeper into her receptively spread pussy flesh.
And then when it was over and she lay gasping for air and slowly recovering, she opened her eyes and saw Ed Boyse's lewdly kneeling form before her. The lascivious way in which the chemistry teacher was regarding her helplessly exposed flesh made a shiver of fear run through her naked body, and she wondered, what am I doing. I'm nothing but a slut ... a whore, letting him do these things to me. Wanting him to do them! But ... but I can't help it ... I just can't seem to help it!
"Ed ..." she squeaked, finally jolted out of her drug-induced reverie.
Alice's breath caught in her throat now as her fellow teacher, a man to whom she had spoken only a few brief words--a man to whom she had felt a revulsion beyond that which she had felt for most men since Martin--this same man began to massage and knead, to stroke and caress her nakedly palpitating breasts, pinching at the tiny hard tips of them and causing new and rousing sensations of desire to jolt excitedly throughout her entire system. With a shudder, Alice could only close her eyes again and hope that it would all be over shortly ... that this lust she felt would soon know its course, for it was beginning again as strong and compulsive as it had been before, despite her recent orgasm.
Ed Boyse could barely contain the excitement that he felt at the realization that within moments he was going to be fucking prissy Miss Alice Appleton's little cunt good! He'd give her something to remember all right! Abruptly he brushed the long rigid shaft of his penis against her parted thighs, seeing by her tremor that it seared her hot flesh and prodded her into the wakeful realization of her wanton carnality. To his amazement, though, Alice reached her hand down to grasp the throbbing shaft of his penis, blotting all else from her sex-famished mind. Ed raised himself up above her on the studio couch, and she clutched harder at his lust-heavy thickness, her breathing quickening momentarily at the feel of the hot penis in her hands.
"MY GOD!" she gasped. "Oh!"
"Is it big enough for you, baby?" Ed hissed down at her.
It was big ... bigger than Martin's had been, and Alice wondered about its size, as appealing as it might seem. It had been a long while since ... But there was no time for second thoughts now as Ed bent to kiss her lips and she found herself responding wildly, thrusting her tongue as far back into his mouth as she could. Then once more she felt the bulbous tip of his lustfully swollen cock moving up and down, parting her soft passion-wet pubic hair and nudging between the throbbing lips of her moistly heated cunt. And all of a sudden the small mouth of the drugged twenty-three year old's tingling vagina was being pressed open and the tight elastic entrance put up a near-virginal resistance as she felt the tip pushing hard into her, making her suddenly choke with the pain from the hard cruel pressure.
"OOOOH!" she cried trying to resist, even though what she wanted, what she had to have, was a long thick penis pistoning relentlessly in and out of her wildly hungering vagina.
A wave of sadistic pleasure washed through Ed at her soulful protest, and the thirty-three year old chemistry teacher couldn't conceal a twisted grin of pleasure as he shoved a little harder, causing Alice to emit another long low groan from deep in her throat.
"Oh please ... please ..." But Alice didn't know if she was asking him to please continue or to please stop, and Ed continued to grin over her, watching the young woman's beautiful face as she reacted to his thrusting, burrowing penis inching its way deeper into her tightly contracting cunt.
Alice whimpered pitifully as the blunt tip of Ed's insistently worming penis thrust harder and harder against the little hair-surrounded opening between her thighs. Then with a little rush, the blood-engorged tip slipped inside, just beyond the sensitive ring, and it spread her open so far that she felt as though she were going to split wide apart! To ease the pain, she slithered downward on the sofa, and without warning, Ed thrust forward again, sending the entire shaft of his heavily throbbing cock plunging high up into the moistly accepting recesses of Alice's little-used pussy.
The lewdly skewered teacher's mind reeled as the pressure spread within her belly and she found herself hopelessly filled, every inch inside of her unprotected little cunt filled with Ed Boyse's turgid male hardness!
Ed could hardly contain the excitement her whimpering was causing him at the slow relentless penetration of her defenseless pussy, and again and again now he flexed his hips to sink farther into her stretching vaginal passage until at last he couldn't stand it any longer. He had to fuck her fast. He had to fuck her right now!
He thrust forward unmercifully, dropping his full weight upon the small voluptuous shape spread beneath him on the narrow studio couch. Beneath his hard chest he could feel her full firm breasts pressed warmly against him while he thrust his long thick penis slithering forward into the school teacher's captive vaginal flesh, moving the soft flesh in rippling waves before it in its quest for satiation. There was no holding him back now, and soon Alice lay groaning beneath her wildly aroused school colleague. The hot pain of his entry still tore fiercely at her loins, yet his massively throbbing penis presently began to move in and out of her tingling depths at a steady tempo, causing the drugged brunette to flex her cuntal muscles tightly together in an automatic attempt to elicit pleasure from this crazy experience.
Deeper and deeper Ed sunk, fucking in and out between her legs with an established rhythm that Alice forced herself to adjust to, the pain receding while those first sensations of passion returned, coursing through her veins, arousing all the licentious little chills that began once more to creep along the base of her spine as she felt the even-measured cadence of Ed Boyse's urgently plunging penis. As he surged into her she could actually feel the tickling hairs of his cum-bloated testicles where they slapped solidly into the crevice of her widespread ass-cheeks. Alice ran her tongue around the parched edges of her feverish lips, and spontaneously, it seemed, her nakedly defenseless body began to twitch and respond of its own volition beneath him. She could hear the small mewling sounds that were coming from her own constricted throat as they filled the entire apartment. Her dark curls spread outward, and her head rolled from side to side on the plaid couch cover in her intense lunges upward to receive his pleasure-giving penis. The desire-ridden teacher's shapely hips had begun a slow rotation beneath Ed's penetrating hardness sunk deep in her soft white belly. And above her Ed clenched his teeth tightly together as he felt the young brunette's growing response. Christ, she was sure getting with it now!
Alice didn't try to understand the new wave of entrancement that saturated her unwittingly drugged body. She was only aware of the maddening sexual electricity that spread outward from deep inside her cock-filled womb and moved relentlessly over the raw nerve-endings of her naked flesh. The aroused young teacher was a mass of exquisite pleasure between her cream-white thighs as Ed undulated and rotated her hips with the lewd motions of his impaling thickness, feeling her hungrily pulsing vagina dilating and shifting in tempo to his own rhythmic throbs. The delicate folds of her nibbling pussy seemed to swallow the slippery glistening length of his masculinity on each slow and tantalizing upstroke.
Ed let her work and strain against him while he continued to run his heated fingertips over her trembling nakedness, listening to her whimpers of uncontrolled delight while she labored now with utter abandon, her sweat-filmed face contorted in a crazy smile of sheer pleasure.
She was all gone now, completely lost, and Ed gloated above her, feeling the usually repressed schoolmarm's naked body increasing its hungry gyrations beneath his lusting body, grinding her loins faster and more frenziedly with each passing moment. The urgency of Alice's thrusts against him were more and more pronounced as she strained uncontrollably toward orgasm. Obscene wet sluicing noises created by the in-and-out motion of his skewering penis rose to his ears, and it was then that the chemistry teacher reached back to grasp her slender ankles and lever her legs brutally up over her shoulders, causing Alice to cry out in surprise. In spite of her protest, he held her there securely, making the widespread slit between her well-shaped thighs completely open and vulnerable to his lustfully driving penis.
Half-crazy with desire, Ed began long hard strokes into the dark-haired twenty-three year old's seething vaginal passage. The wetly quivering inner walls clasped hungrily around his hot fleshy shaft, slithering up moistly to devour its rigid length to the hilt. Alice groaned softly in relief at the complete filling of her wide-stretched passage as Ed began a more powerful deep thrusting into her. The drugged young woman's head rolled wildly now and her mouth gaped in abandoned ecstasy as the unbelievable delight of their lust-driven coupling took hold of her.
Then Alice realized that this was it! This was really it! Ed's ever-expanding cock drove deeper and faster into her lust-swollen cuntal passage, hammering away at the tenderness of her softly giving inner flesh, making her neck tighten, and her lips quiver as her first total orgasm with a man since Martin swept undeniably upward from the pit of her belly.
"Ooooooh ... darling, darling ... ooooooo Martin, Martin ... I'mmmmm ... cumming ... oh yes, do it, do it!" The urgently whispered words were filled with passion as her hands drew Ed's driving buttocks closer in a fervent desire to have as much of him as possible inside her salaciously opening cuntal walls. Alice chanted her former lover's name almost religiously as the seething overflow of her cumming wracked every inch of her climaxing body. Her brain seemed to whirl with the full impact of it, although her legs were still forced into a painfully contorted position. Yet the powerful release that continued its work within the desire-maddened teacher's loins was enough to make her forget everything ... everything but pure sensual pleasure!
Above her she felt her co-worker jerk, tense and curse, and then hot jets of his milky semen were pouring into her openly receptive channel. It was a wild, depraved feeling as the powerful spurts filled her almost to the bursting point, while the hotly clasping walls of her flowering pussy accepted ... accepted, accepted.
And through the keyhole, young Bennie Larsen could see it all, having just changed places with his brother for the sixth or seventh time since they'd started peeping. For a long moment the couple on the bed was silent and then Mr. Boyse released his grip on Alice Appleton's full white thighs. Their teacher's long legs seemed to collapse limply down onto the couch, her soft, still- trembling body suddenly drained of all energy.
The stunned and ecstatically satiated brunette lay lewdly spread-eagled on the bed, as the heavy weight of Mr. Boyse lifted from her sweat-drenched nakedness.
As Ed raised up, Alice could see his obscenely deflating penis, and the first waves of shame rolled over her. She turned her head to the wall as the sated chemistry teacher swung his feet to the floor and stood up.
"You know what, Alice ...? You're a pretty good fuck!"
This insensitive statement was enough to make her horrid feelings of self-disgust grow deeper still, and Alice began to sob quietly on the couch. What on earth had happened? What on earth had made her do such a thing?
Outside the door, Tim checked his watch. "Precisely one hour and forty-five minutes. She's about out of it!"
"We'd better scramola!" Bennie replied, and without wasting another moment, the two scheming teenagers, emotionally and physically exhausted from their own self-induced pleasure outside their teacher's door, hurried down the hall.
Chapter 3
Anxiously, the Larsen twins looked at the clock. It was early morning--8:45 am to be exact, and according to their calculations their English teacher, Miss Appleton, should have experienced recurrent flashes of the formula they'd given her in a carefully dosed glazed apple. If all went well, Miss Appleton ought to be appearing for her class and then just after the class was over, the formula would reactivate within the pretty brunette's system.
Tim and Bennie waited in the classroom. They were early and very nervous. Unable to return to the faculty wing of the private school after having left, they had no idea how things had gone after the licentious scene they'd witnessed between Miss Appleton and Mr. Boyse, the chemistry teacher. Hopefully, now they would be able to find out if Miss Appleton was feeling well enough to come to her first class of the day.
Further down the hall, Alice Appleton was making her way to the classroom. It wasn't the easiest thing she'd ever done, attending this class as though everything were perfectly all right. In fact, Alice felt perhaps it was the most difficult thing she'd ever accomplished in her life. Still stunned from her lewd experiences of the night before, Alice was unsteady on her feet. The memory. The dreadful shameful memory of what happened with Ed Boyse struck terror in her heart, and yet Alice felt it was therefore all the more important that she not cancel her English class this morning, that she continue her life as normally as possible under the circumstances, and most of all that she not let her students down.
What had happened to her after her special tutoring session with the Larsen twins was a mystery, and one which she could only hope would be cleared up at the complete physical examination she would be getting at the doctor's the following day. For Alice knew that her behavior had to have a cause beyond that of her natural loneliness. After all, she thought, she had grown accustomed to that ... or had she? A shiver of horror ran through the comely brunette as she recalled waking up during the night--long after Boyse had left--and feeling still sore down there from what he had done, yet having to use only the utmost willpower not to go out looking for him ... or anyone else who could soothe her still voraciously hungry flesh. But she had gotten through the night ... how was a vague memory which Alice endeavored to keep that way, but even so, images of her nakedly writhing body bumping and rubbing against the walls of her apartment like a moth trying to reach a flame came back to the English teacher's disturbed mind.
"Good morning, Miss Appleton!"
Alice jumped. She had expected the classroom to be empty, and now she was forced to face the twins. But how could she even look the darling boys in the eye? There was no question about it. She had to. It was her duty as a teacher.
"Good morning, boys," she replied weakly, sitting down behind her desk as rapidly as possible.
"Are you feeling any better, Miss Appleton?" Bennie asked, carefully inspecting Alice's drawn features from his vantage point in the first row of seats.
"Better? Oh yes ... thank you ... a bit ... but I think I must have a touch of flu, boys. You mustn't come too close or you might catch it."
"We've had our flu shots, Miss Appleton," Tim replied. But the boys remained in their seats in any case, all through the long period which proved to be one of the most difficult lessons that Alice Appleton had ever given. Several zeros were placed on boys' records when they did not know the answer to a particular question or when they could not adequately complete a sentence. It was torture for the pupils in the class and everyone wondered what had happened to turn Miss Appleton into such a horror. Everyone knew that she was strict, yes, but no one had ever seen her like this.
In the rear of the class 'Bull' Johnson groaned a loud noise of relief when the final bell rang. He'd already gotten two zeros, and knew that if the class continued much longer he was on his way to a third. His father, a wealthy industrialist in nearby Sacramento, would kill him if he flunked English again.
Bennie and Tim could see that Miss Appleton was perspiring heavily even though it was not at all warm in the classroom.
The twins lingered after the others had gone, and then flanked their languishing teacher as she prepared to leave the room.
"I ... I think I must go down to the cafeteria, boys, for some fruit juice ..." Alice stammered. Her tongue felt thick and the cafeteria was the closest place to get something fast.
"We'll go with you, Miss Appleton!" the boys volunteered, and Alice let them help support her downstairs where they sat her at a far table in the empty room and rushed to get her some fruit juice. Gratefully the disturbed young woman drank the pineapple juice they brought her, and then she knew that it was happening again, knew by the trembling of her inner thighs where they lay sleekly together beneath her knee-length skirt. Then deep in the pliant warmth of her hidden pussy, the molten desire simmered to the boiling point.
"Oh!" she gasped, her normally pale features turning crimson with the recognition of what was going to happen and within moments! "I've got to leave boys ... got to get back to my apartment!" But both Alice and the boys knew that the drugged twenty-three year old would never have time to make it to her apartment. Nevertheless it had to be attempted. The trio left the empty cafeteria and headed for the stairwell. There they could hear footsteps of scores of pupils coming down beading for the early lunch period. Tim tugged at his teacher's hand and Bennie encouraged the dazed young woman to follow as they ducked beneath the stairs where no one could see them and they could see no one. The space was large enough for them to stand up and the thunderous sound of footsteps and shouting boys echoed around their heads.
Alice was aware of the two boys crowding close to her, of their lithe young forms pressing warmly against her as she backed against the cool wall for support.
"Oh God," she gasped, "oh!" For she had just realized what she wanted to have happen. And yet it went against every moral principle that the normally prim twenty-three year old had.
Her face glistening with nervous perspiration, Alice struggled valiantly against the forces of depravity within her. Then it happened. The nightmare began. The boys were whispering kind remarks to her, asking her what was wrong, telling her to relax, feeling her forehead, holding her hands. And then Bennie's fingers slipped down from her face to her neck and then to her shoulder. Through the wool of her sweater he tenderly squeezed her breast, creating such a wealth of lurid excitation within the older brunette's drug-sensitized system that she had to moan out loud, letting her arms hang limply without protest to her sides. She could feel Tim's hands too now on her other breast and the boys were talking to her, their breathing coming deeper, almost as deep as hers. And to her utter consternation, she did nothing at all to stop them.
"Does it hurt here, Miss Appleton?"
"Does it feel better when I do this, Miss Appleton?"
"Ooooh, ohooohhhhh!" Alice felt hypnotized into mobility as the sensuous touching continued and she sensed that it was too late to stop the impetus of her own excitement, too late to pretend to herself that she did not want these lewd intimate touches from these teenagers, her innocent young students! It was lewd and exciting, but so immoral that Alice's contorted face was the image of torment, alternately mirroring the desire and the dismay that she felt about what she was allowing, indeed encouraging to happen!
Then the boys' fingers began to slip back and forth upon her thinly clad breasts, searching out the lust-swollen tips of her nipples and squeezing hard, making her want to cry out with delight. In a few seconds, she told herself she must stop them! At all costs she must stop them! And yet, as the thundering steps above them continued, Alice emitted the deep-throated sounds of rapidly mounting pleasure that betrayed her uncontrollable passion.
Sensing this, Tim unbuttoned the top buttons of his teacher's sweater, and without difficulty, both he and Bennie let their small agile fingers insinuate themselves under Miss Appleton's lacy brassiere to cup the soft resiliency of the drugged young woman's naked flesh. Hopelessly aroused by the drug they'd fed her yesterday, Alice could not resist.
"Yyyyyesssss!" she hissed, in spite of herself. "Ooooh yessss!"
Then suddenly she squirmed back hard against the wall. The swiftly moving little fingers had now surged lower, dropping to the hem of her skirt, and inching tantalizingly up her stockinged leg toward the curvaceous fullness of her thigh, one hand at each leg until they reached the naked spot of flesh where her stockings ended and were held by the snaps of her white lace garter belt. Momentarily Alice froze at the contact of their fingers, crawling insect-like over her sensitive flesh. Looking down she could see but the tops of their blond heads, for they were watching the progress of their own fingers upon her helplessly displayed thighs. Oh God, oh God, what were they doing to her?
Once more her conscience came back to haunt her and to struggle with what the drug within her told her she must allow. She had to act! Had to stop this terrible sensation of excited helplessness!
But her persistent students had no intention of stopping now, even though Alice's hands moved down feebly to protest, grabbing at their wrists in a futile attempt to keep them from going any farther. The distressed teacher tried desperately to hold their hands away from her, but they moved with force, pushing relentlessly upward past her hand and beginning to knead at the softness of Miss Appleton's belly under the silky material of her panties. Then to Alice's great alarm she could feel them teasing at the light sprinkling of hair at the base of her fluttering abdomen, their fingers rotating steadily and maddeningly against the mound of her panty-hidden pussy, while she cooed softly, "Ohhhhh nonononononono!"
Desperately, Alice pressed backward into the wall of the stairwell behind her, pressing her legs together in an effort to prevent the lewdly worming fingers from reaching the sanctuary of her most private flesh. Yet the dark-haired twenty-three year old realized dimly that although she was trying to escape the twins she was also at the same time rubbing her thighs excitingly against the secret area of her own deeply troubled and quivering vaginal slit. With the most acute embarrassment, Alice could feel herself growing more and more moist between her quivering thighs, and she pressed harder and harder to feel the wild forbidden pleasure burning there.
Then as the ardently preoccupied twins' fingers worked more and more insistently at her panty-protected pussy, indecision arose again within the captive teacher, and the pleasure she was receiving gained the upper hand and enabled the drug to do its insidious work. Suddenly it felt wickedly good to abandon herself to the dangerous pleasure, and Alice closed her eyes tight for a long moment, letting the rolling sensations of delight course through her trembling body. So long as this was all that happened, what was the harm? She had to know this divine excitation that the boys were giving her, no matter what!
But suddenly Alice gasped in surprise. Above them the thundering noises of students going to the cafeteria had died down, and in the distance their combined voices could be heard coming from the rows of tables within the large dining room. Bennie had moved so gradually to her side that she hadn't noticed, and his hand was moving up to the soft cushiony surface of her panty-covered ass-cheeks, and he was searching fervently for the crevice between her buttocks, while in front of her Tim was making steady headway as his fingers pressed down, down, moving hers away so that he could penetrate the thin elastic waistband of her panties.
Then it happened. Bennie's fingers probed lower in unison with Tim's, the one behind her the other in front, and as Tim's fingers penetrated the slippery wetness of her lewdly exposed pussy, within the narrow confines of her flimsy panties, Bennie's slipped up under the legband and found with unerring direction the seeping wet warmth of her pulsating pussy. A wave of shame passed over Miss Appleton at the sudden gush of indecent pleasure that overcame all desires she might have had to resist the thirteen year old boys. Her moistly pulsating pussy was penetrated, covered from all directions, and she had never ever felt anything so wonderful in her life.
Oh God what can I do? she cried. This was pure sex, pure lust on her part, and she was warping her prized pupils, what would ever become of them now?
Alice bit down hard on her full lower lip. She could feel their wonderful squirming, worming fingers, moving delicately, upward, and back and forth, sliding and flicking, teasing and toying, driving her wild with joy! She was growing more and more troubled, more and more abandoned, and was no longer able to help herself. "Yessss ..." she breathed. "Like that ... lieeeke ... thaaaat ... oaaahhhh ah ah ah ah!"
Down below, Bennie's slender middle finger was worming upward within her passion-soaked cunt, beneath the elastic legband and up into the tightly clasping vaginal passage of his English teacher, feeling the smooth moist walls of her flowering pussy! From time to time his twin brother's fingers would meet his as Tim played with the swollen little bud of Alice's desire-tormented clitoris and then moved downward against the pliancy of the inner lips to the well-spread finger-penetrated orifice of the keening brunette's softly yielding cunt.
Alice's whole body quivered as her impaled vagina felt the invading finger probing nakedly at the lubricated softness of its tender walls. She could feel the moisture of her hair-trimmed pussy cover the palm of Tim's obscenely searching hand. All the fingers moved upon her intimate flesh as she writhed downward to meet them now, almost out of her mind with bliss, as the three of them crouched there beneath the school stairs. Alice didn't think that she would be able to stand this lewdly exciting teasing of her unprotected pussy another moment. She wanted the raging fire that ran unchecked through her nervous system to be checked. Something had to give!
"Shall we do it to her now?" Bennie whispered to his brother. "I want to ... bad!"
Tim looked down at his watch without ceasing his deft manipulations beneath Alice's skirt. "No ... we can't ... she'll be out of it in a few moments. Finish it up ... finish it up!"
But the boys had little to do other than what they'd already accomplished in the searing hot pit of their teacher's desire-tormented pussy. While they worked feverishly within the temptingly spread area of their victim's loins, they felt the lithe young brunette's entire body tense, the tendons of her limbs taut as her head snapped back, hitting hard against the wall behind her, and high up inside her streaming pussy, the already open walls widened, sucking voraciously at Bennie's finger as he wormed and pressed ever upward, ever round and round, while Tim's slippery fingers rubbed more and more persistently at her quivering little clitoris that jerked and trembled with the onrush of completion.
"MMMmmmmmmm!" Miss Appleton moaned, and then whined pitifully as she began to tremble and then to melt against him, her entire body slacking toward their boldly penetrating fingers.
"Aaaaaa!" she sighed, as though she were a recently punctured balloon. "Cumming! Cumming! Yesssss!"
It was good, so very good that Alice felt herself lifted to some heavenly orgasmic height, a place she had never visited before, but which she knew she would like to return to again and again.
"Oh boys ... boyssss ...!" she gasped, still quivering, a helpless butterfly palpitating against them. "OOOh boys! Thank you ... thank you ...!"
Slowly the moistly churning fingers were removed. Slowly and reluctantly the boys stood back from Alice Appleton. She seemed stunned, still leaning against the wall, her passion rapidly receding. Her closed eyelids fluttered open after a long moment of silence.
"What ... what?" she stammered.
"Are you feeling better, Miss Appleton?" Tim asked.
Tears welled into Alice's eyes. She knew full well what had happened, full well what she had allowed, and worse, how it had been ... how absolutely divine it had been!
"Oh!" she cried as the tears streamed forth. And then she was running past them, her heels clattering as she reached the front of the steps and began clambering upward. The flushed teenagers stood and listened until she was out of ear-range.
Chapter 4
Miss Appleton was not seen for several days and the substitute teacher was not nearly as pretty as she. Tim and Bennie began to grow restless. Perhaps something had gone wrong with the formula. Perhaps Miss Appleton was seriously ill. They knew that she would have had no recurrent action from the formula, not after the last one, the drug working itself away after a period of roughly twenty-four hours.
It was difficult to decide what to do, and the boys finally asked Mr. Boyse after chemistry class if he had spoken with the pretty English teacher.
"Miss Appleton? Oh yes, boys, she'll be up and about pretty soon. Bad touch of flu from what I understand." He himself had visited Alice earlier in the day, and she'd told him that she would attend the school picnic as planned if the splendid fall weather held. Ed Boyse refrained from telling the boys that Alice had refused to let him in the door, that in fact, she purported to loathe him for taking advantage of what she called her "illness" of the other day.
"Thanks, Mr. Boyse. You know things just don't seem the same without Miss Appleton."
"You're right about that, she certainly does add something by her presence among us." And I'd sure like to get a taste of that tight little ass of hers again too, he thought to himself, trying to figure out just how he could arrange it. Her illness indeed! he chortled to himself as he returned to the classroom to put away the experiment he'd been showing his class that day.
Tim and Bennie returned to their shared dorm room. That morning they would join the other boys outdoors for the picnic. Already as they lay resting upon their beds, the twins could hear the excited sounds of the other boys as they got ready to go outside. But other things were on their minds as they wondered whether or not Miss Appleton would appear.
As the time drew near, Tim started changing into his jeans and sneakers and sweatshirt, and Bennie followed suit. "We'd better take a dose of the formula along just in case," Tim muttered, while he tied the last knot of his sneaker.
"Yes ... Alice may need a little of the hair of the dog!"
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The California weather was splendid and some 350 boys spread over the hillside behind the private school, yelling and shouting and laughing at their freedom from the comparatively dreary walls of the classrooms and dorms. All the boys had a gym class every day, and some of the seniors got to have special sports privileges. There was a school football team and in spring a baseball team, badminton, tennis and field hockey as well as volley ball were practiced. Now at various spots some of these sports could be seen taking place, and later on there would be relay races and the broad jump and running jump competitions. The picnic lunch, provided by the school kitchen, would be brought out after the heat of the games, and consumed at long wooden tables set up for that purpose down by the little creek that bordered the vast school property.
Tim and Bennie wandered despondently from game to game, greeting the boys with whom they were friendly, and being greeted by their teachers, all of whom admired the twin honor students. Mr. Boyse was in charge of organizing the three-legged race, and the twins wandered past him without speaking. They felt slightly resentful that the best benefits of their experiment had gone to their chemistry teacher, especially when it looked as though they might never get another chance to complete their 'study'.
Just when things looked at their grimmest, and the despondent thirteen year old's were sitting at the top of a slope, hugging their knees and balefully surveying the joyful explosion of students, they spotted a familiar figure across the field. Automatically the twins jumped to their feet, as they watched the somberly attired Miss Appleton making her way through the cavorting students. They saw her avoid Mr. Boyse by several feet and continue walking toward the tennis lawn. The English teacher had been posted as one of the judges, and she had already missed one of the games, so she hurried along in her sensible brown loafers.
Even from where they sat the thirteen year olds could see that Alice Appleton was not herself. Instinctively Tim felt in his pocket for the small vial of formula he and his brother had prepared. Somehow that day the boys knew that they would find a way to administer it to their favorite teacher and subject. If they were successful this time it would be the last time, for they were uncertain of the long range effects of the formula on humans. Their guinea pigs were still thriving, but who knew what might happen with a real live human being, such as Miss Appleton?
* * *
Alice Appleton smiled wanly as she left the judge's stand. The picnic lunch was coming up, and Alice was glad. She hadn't been eating very well at all during the days of her illness. But now for the first time she was hungry and looking forward to eating something. She had been examined by the school doctor who had told her in essence that California was very hard hit at the moment by the London flu, and that it took various forms and sometimes lasted for a period of two weeks. He recommended complete bed rest, and aspirin, since antibiotics were not effective against the flu.
By the time the doctor had left her, Alice was almost convinced that it was the flu ... the flu, of course, combined with her odd mental state. Somehow the combination must have had disastrous effects upon her nervous system. Yet there was one good thing, if it could be called that. At least Alice had finally admitted to herself her great loneliness. Something would have to be done so that she never ever had another of those terrible 'lapses'! She had done a lot of reading while confined to her apartment, most of it in the field of psychiatry and psychoanalysis. She'd read countless case histories, and in one case, somewhat similar to her own, the patient had been restored to full health by a lasting and permanent relationship with a new man.
For the first time Alice admitted to herself that she did not want to find someone, and that the only way that would happen would be through a defrosting of her attitude toward everyone she met!
The primary thing that concerned Miss Appleton however was the effect her erotic spell that day under the stairs might have had upon Tim and Bennie Larsen. And it was out of concern for them, that she made a specific effort to maintain her sanity and her self-assurance. No matter what happened, she must talk to the boys and try her best to negate the shameful actions that had taken place outside the school cafeteria! And if she felt that the boys needed some kind of special psychiatric treatment because of her, Miss Appleton was prepared to sacrifice her career to make sure that their lives weren't permanently ruined.
Therefore, it was with a great sense of anticipation that Alice went to the picnic ground, for she hoped to run into Tim and Bennie there.
She was not disappointed, for midway between her first and second bite of a double cheeseburger, the blond twins rushed up to her with effusive greetings.
"I'm glad to see you too, boys ..." Alice admitted, although she did not add that she had felt a disturbing sensation within the first sight of the attractive young teenagers. "I must talk with you, boys! I'm sure you must want to talk with me too!" she added.
"We sure do!" Tim declared, and he and Bennie stared at Alice's face with such open and unabashed admiration, that the dark-haired teacher had to blush and turn her eyes away.
"There ... there must be someplace quiet where we can go," she said softly. Why did she feel so much confusion, when she'd already thought this out so carefully in her mind? Something about the mere presence of the slender adolescents was disturbing.
"We know a place!"
The principal of the school, Mr. Armstrong, was addressing a group of seniors when Miss Appleton and her two prize pupils strolled by. Brad Armstrong watched their progress without seeming to take his mind off what he was saying to the students. Qualities like these had helped put him in his present position of authority.
Brad was happy to see Miss Appleton up and about again, and once more he congratulated himself on having hired the good-looking English teacher. It was hopeless, of course, to think that anything could ever happen between Alice Appleton and himself. Then on the other hand, he had felt the same way some years before about his faithful secretary Miss Worthington. She had certainly come around, even if it had taken six years to melt down her initial reserve.
There was always hope, Mr. Armstrong decided as Alice's shapely figure disappeared down the sloping grassy hill. The main element was time, he reminded himself, time and his own persuasive personality. These were two things in which the older man had the utmost confidence.
"And so as I was saying young men. It's faith in yourself that will carry you ahead in this world. Yes ... it will take you wherever you want to go!"
But many members of the group of six boys had also noticed Miss Appleton walking by. Most of them had had her in their earlier English classes, and many of them talked about her whenever the opportunity arose. It wasn't difficult pretending they were hanging on Mr. Armstrong's every word while watching the provocative sway of the pretty twenty-three year old instructor's hips as she moved past and away from the group.
When finally the principal's attention had been diverted, and he wandered away, Jack 'Champ' Ribozo grinned lewdly at the others, "Did I ever tell you about the time Miss Appleton came on to me?"
"Naw ... aw ... go on, Champ ... What a loud mouth!"
"A lot of hot air!"
"Go on ... tell us about it!"
The boys gathered around. Slim and Teddy and Jerry, freckle-faced Tom and Mel. Even though they knew Champ was lying, they all wanted to hear a good story about Miss Appleton. It wouldn't be the first one he'd told, and many of them had enjoyed themselves much later far into the night in their own beds, remembering and pretending that it had happened to them.
"She comes up to me, see ..." Champ was bigger and stronger than the others, in fact, no one would have taken him for just a high school senior because of his height and muscular build. Yet Champ was only eighteen and although not a sterling student, a fine athlete who had helped the football team immensely.
"Where?" Slim asked, a classic expression of disbelief on his face.
"After class one day ... this was last year, you know. And she says to me, you know in that sweet voice of hers. 'Jack ...? Would you mind staying a bit after class? I have some things I'd like you to help me with'."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah ... that's what she said. But I could tell right off just by the look in her eye ... that she didn't have just any old thing on her mind ... if you know what I mean!"
"So what happened? Get on with it, Champ!"
"So she's got me carting these book boxes, right? Putting them in the closet. And then when I'm straightening up after the last one and we're in the big closet, she comes up to me and starts running her hands over my muscles and saying things like how strong I am and all that shit! And then she starts rubbing on my cock ... and man I've got a raging hard-on you can't believe!"
"Wow!"
Champ was warming to his story. He knew he had his audience right where he wanted them, and the attention fed his enormous ego to perfection. The red-headed boy took a deep breath and continued, squatting on his haunches in the middle of a circle of fascinated teenagers.
"Well, first thing I know she takes it out ... zip ... pop! Just like that!"
"Far out!"
"You bet it was! And then she's looking at it like she's never seen one before, and she's holdin' it and touchin' it like she's seen plenty! Before I could say a word she'd down on her knees poppin' it in her mouth, sucking on it like a lollipop!"
"Wow ... Miss Appleton gave you head!"
"Shit, I wish she'd blow me!"
"Man, she was puffing and blowing and she just wouldn't quit. I'm holding onto the closet door for dear life, and feeling like the top of my head's gonna go any minute!"
"Did you cum? Did you cream in her mouth?"
"What happened next?"
"Did I cum! Well, she kept making all these little cooing noises and her tongue was all slippery and her mouth was wide and wet and DID I CUM?! She had it drooling out of both sides of her mouth, and she was gulping and swallowing like she couldn't get enough of it, and at the end I had to push her head away ... you know ... like it was getting too much!"
The circle of boys was quiet now, all of them breathing heavily as they waited for some kind of punch line.
"What'd she do then?"
"Well, this is the part you've got to hear. She says to me, still on her knees ... looking up at me with those big blue eyes ... she says, 'Oh Jack, how I'd like to have it inside me'!"
"Did ya do it?"
"Naw ... just then somebody comes into the room and we have to act like nothing was happening. I didn't get inside her till later one ..."
"Tell about it!"
Champ appeared to be thinking, trying to come up with an even more salacious fib, when he spotted Tim and Bennie Larsen, clad in their identical blue T-shirts and genuinely faded jeans and sneakers. The boys were hurrying toward the refreshment stand it seemed, and Champ suddenly got an idea.
"Say ... I'll bet she was down there fooling around with those creepy twins!"
"Aw come on, Champ, you got to be kidding!"
But Champ thought it might be fun anyway to go find Miss Appleton, especially after all the things he'd said about her. He'd just chat a little bit in front of the other boys, and then afterward, he'd turn anything she might have said into something dirty. Rubbing his large ham-like hand over the prominent bulge in his pants, Champ led the way down the hillside toward the thicket he'd seen Miss Appleton and the twins go to.
Chapter 5
Alice lay sprawled on the soft grass, anxiously waiting the return of the twins. She'd sent them off to get a cold drink for her in hopes that the spell she felt coming on would have passed by their return, but now Alice knew that she wanted them to return for another reason, to assuage the yearning she felt, that insistent desire that erased all other considerations from her mind with its pulsing madness!
In her mouth, the drugged young teacher could still taste the raspberry flavored jelly that the boys had given her in a sandwich, and for some odd reason this taste seemed to add to her licentious state of mind. It was also reminiscent of something else, but Alice couldn't think of what. She couldn't think of anything, in fact, but the burning, tingling torment down between her legs. Fortunately she was in a secluded spot, and while she still had a measure of self-preservation in her, Alice rolled still further into the bushes, carrying with her a discarded tennis racket that she'd been carrying, hoping to give it to the rightful owner.
Now, however, Alice had other plans for the tennis racket, and as she felt its thick handle in her perspiring palm the tormented woman knew for certain just what they were.
Scrambling out of her panties took a split second, and with a moan of terror combined with longing, Alice spread the cream-white nakedness of her thighs as her stockings dropped limply down to her calves, unhinged from their garter snaps. Holding the unwieldy racket in both hands, Alice bared the dark curl of her quivering cunt, revealing the glistening inner coral of her tender pussy lips. Within those tight petal-like lips an inferno was raging, and with a little groan of self-pity, Alice lowered the oddly shaped pole between her lewdly widespread legs until it reached the desire-drenched entrance to her aching pussy.
It felt cold and hard, and yet Alice had to try to get it inside her ... somehow or other she would get the surcease she needed from this obscene instrument, and perhaps it would be over and she would be fine by the time the thirteen year old twins returned.
The leather grip covering on the handle made little headway within the passion-drenched opening of Alice's widespread pussy, and yet, with determination and more muscle than she thought she had, the drugged teacher was able to insert the oddly shaped handle just a fraction of an inch up into the wide-stretched orifice of her hair-fringed vaginal passage.
"Oooooooohhhhhhh!" she crooned, "Uuuuuuuuuugggghhhh!"
Miss Appleton's whereabouts would have gone completely undetected by the searching seniors had they not heard the rising tones of the wildly thrashing brunette's lust. It was Champ who first heard them. They were passing right by the little clump of bushes. And then the others heard them too, and within moments they had moved into the brush to investigate the strange sounds.
Alice opened her eyes wide as she heard the noises. She hoped it was only her imagination, for the obscenely inserted tennis racket handle was twisting and turning within the heated confines of her fully presented pussy, bringing her to the wild climax that she needed in order to survive at all!
"Christ, will you get a load of that!" It was Slim speaking, for the others--even Champ--were absolutely speechless in front of the most licentious display any of them had ever seen or dreamed of!
Champ was the first to recover his voice, however, as his eyes met the terrified eyes of his old English teacher, Miss Appleton, as she lay half-naked in the bushes with the tennis racket shoved up between her legs. Nothing he could have invented about her would have matched this moment for pure obscenity, and yet, to the tall overgrown senior, it seemed suddenly that every lie he'd ever told about Miss Appleton had been true. That she had indeed propositioned him, that she was in truth a hot nympho who would do it with anybody who came along ... especially him!
His thick lips parted and Champ smiled, a cocky self-assured expression set itself on his irregular features and he spoke. "Hey, Miss Appleton ... all you had to do was tell me ... if its screwing you want ... I'd be happy to oblige! Me ... and maybe some of the other boys, too!"
He might just as well have struck the mortified young teacher. The impact would have been no greater. As Champ came down over her, she raised her hands between them, planting them against his broad chest as if to hold him away. But he grabbed hold of the tennis racket, and began to thrust it deeper inside her than she herself had gone. With a cry of alarm, Alice stared at the big boy with horror while the delicious sensations continued to torment her entire being.
None of the circle of boys even saw Tim and Bennie as they came running up behind them, and throughout the entire unprecedented event no one ever noticed that the twins were standing on the borderline, observing everything.
"I told you we never should have left her!" Tim cried. "You could have gone and I could have stayed here!"
"And let you get in on everything first? Just because you were born first doesn't mean you have to get everything first!"
"What difference does it make now?" Tim replied angrily. They'd done it ... fluffed their big chance again, and now they dared not get involved with what was about to happen. The best they could do was to hang around to make sure that nobody got caught. The best they could do was to hope that they would have better luck next time!
"Dear God, no, no, no!" Alice was crying, but she watched in an unwanted, suddenly inflamed, half-stupor while the others moved closer, encircling her and Champ. To her dismay they were at Champ's suggestion unbuckling their belts, letting down their trousers, exposing their lust-hardened shafts of varying sizes wherever she turned. They were jutting out from the boys' youthful loins, pointing at her almost accusingly, rigidly ready and poised to punish her for what they had found her doing in the bushes!
"It can't be! It just can't be happening!" Alice whined, shaking her dark curls in utter disbelief as the burly senior rose before her, pulling with him the offending tennis racket, making her feel the harsh scraping of its exit from her delicate vaginal interior. But she saw that he too was unfastening his pants to let them slip to the ground, baring his thick projecting rod of flesh to her horrified eyes.
"No ... you're mistaken ... No you've got to let me alone. Boys, please ... please go away!"
A wave of sniggers and chortles came down to her burning ears as if in answer to her plea, while Alice gaped incredulously at the grinning young seniors, looking from one face to the other for some assistance, a spark of pity. But she found none. The boys had been too well convinced ... first by Champ's made-up stories, and then by her own lewd circumstances. They stood above her with legs spread apart, each boy obscenely stroking his individually lust-hardened penis.
"We got time!" Champ declared, answering his own mute question. "You want to take your clothes off yourself? Or shall we help you. A lot of the boys ain't never seen an English teacher naked, you know! Won't take a second!"
As she read the obvious enjoyment that Champ was deriving from his brutal words, Alice tried to speak. But she couldn't. The words seemed to stick in her throat. Still, she raised up to her knees groggily, looking up at Champ, her tearful eye pleading for mercy. At the same time, Champ caught hold of her long unpinned hair, and with a short yank, pulled Alice's face toward the rubbery wet-tipped end of his penis. Alice cringed back in pure revulsion, feeling nausea overcoming her.
"Aw come on, Champ ... she's sucked your dick enough ... let's get her clothes off!" Teddy spoke, and Slim, Jerry, Tom and Mel agreed.
"But Champ fucks her first!" Champ said with a snarl.
"I want her to suck me off like she done you!" Teddy added.
The boys seemed to derive pleasure from letting their grammar grow progressively worse, as though this would further humiliate the captive English teacher.
The ugly words circulating around her suddenly gave Alice the strength to jump to her feet, her passion-weakened body and drugged brain reacting in a vain attempt to escape them. She lunged forward, but they caught her easily, two of them holding her while Champ's hands pulled at her clothes. "She's already got her panties off. That's a help. But let's get a look at those boobs!"
Alice stood helplessly shivering while they stripped her, their hands pawing obscenely at her breasts, buttocks and loins as they became completely exposed to the teenager's depraved eyes. There was nothing that the terrified young teacher could do against their number and strength. She was completely at their mercy.
Then they were pushing her backward, and she felt the grass cold and almost refreshing beneath her naked buttocks. Then she was flat on her back, and it seemed as though at least four of them were holding her, but she couldn't be sure. Everything became a blur and jumble of assorted scents and words and boyish hands, obscenely touching hands!
The boys bent wild-eyed over her to drink in the beautiful young woman's cock-rousing nakedness. Many of them had never seen a naked girl before, and most of them had certainly never touched one. But this was special. This was no ordinary girl. As Champ reminded them, "remember who she is. I've been telling you about her, boys. She loves it. Don't be fooled. Would she have been out here doing it to herself with a goddamned tennis racket otherwise? This is Miss Appleton, the English teacher, the one who gives out all them zeros ... remember?"
Everyone remembered, and a lustful groan of agreement went up from the naked teenagers.
"Just look at those tits!" someone said.
"Man ... that soft black-haired little cunt ... look at it!"
Momentarily Alice thought she might faint, but she was not to be so lucky. In spite of all the terror and revulsion at the horrible way her helplessly defenseless body was exposed to the lustfully crouching students, tiny wisps of forbidden pleasure still whirled deep down within her quivering belly, and her fully rounded breasts jiggled sensuously with each jagged breath she took.
Then through the sea of faces above her, she once more distinguished the wickedly leering face of Champ Ribozo, and she knew that within moments she would be his victim.
She shut her eyes tightly while the whirlpools of unwanted yearning shot through her. Dear God! She had to fight it with all the strength she had! She couldn't succumb to the awful betrayal of her body the way she had with the twins ... the way she had with Ed Boyse! She had to resist them!
But suddenly she felt the thick naked cock touching her vulnerable pussy split, starting at the top and wriggling determinedly into the sensitive folds of her outer pussy. Shock spiraled crazily up Alice's spine to the base of her skull where it shattered in a cascade of wildly scintillating rockets. Hot meteors of irresistible desire were raining down over her whole body as her moistly heated cuntal lips quivered and her shamefully exposed loins jerked involuntarily upward, wanting this thick weapon of masculinity to speed deep inside her aching vagina, no matter who it belonged to!
"See ... see ... how she wants it!" Champ bragged, teasing, moving his lust-swollen cock in tormenting little motions against the open crevice of Alice's dark, hair-trimmed pussy.
Alice had never felt so blatantly wanton in her entire life. The way she had felt before was nothing compared to the way she felt now! She had come alive spontaneously, and demons seemed to be dancing wickedly just below the surface of her smooth silk-like flesh. Her nakedly gyrating ass-cheeks ground desperately down into the hard grass-covered earth beneath her, as she saw in blurred outline and felt the fingers moving all over her body, touching her breasts and hips, and legs moving at her lips and tongue, along her neck and arms. A low soul-stirring moan came from the depths of her lungs as she clutched upward, pulling Champ Ribozo down against her, and grinding her straining, upthrust cunt onto his worming penis.
GOD WOULD HE NEVER ENTER HER? She had forgotten all her humiliation, all her fears, any and all obligations she had ever known. She needed but one thing now and that was this boy's cock! More than anything, she had to have the full width and depth of it churning within her tingling, desire-tormented pussy!
Champ grinned down at Miss Appleton as she yanked his head down to hers, kissing his lips, his nose, his cheeks, while down below, she guided the thickly engorged head of his long rigid member straight into the fully spread entrance of her cuntal sheath.
Champ's powerful young body smashed nakedly down upon her as Alice Appleton's soft ass-cheeks sank into the earth. The boy levered up, and rammed the full hardness of his eagerly throbbing penis as deep as it would lunge into his former teacher's upturned pussy. He could feel her hot and soft and tightly clasping around his pulsing hot member as his testicles smacked heavily into the crevice of her gyrating buttocks. For Alice had convulsively drawn her legs upward, straining against the young Scotsdale student, lifting her feet to place them upon his tensed and massive shoulders.
"Deeper ... deeeeeeeper ..." she moaned softly, "Deeeeeper!" For deep as Champ Ribozo had sunk into the tight elasticity of her hungry vagina, it wasn't deep enough! The drugged English teacher was caught up in an insane vortex of naked raw lust and now, surrounded by the young boys of the senior class, she could only realize that one was not enough! She had to have them all before she would be satisfied!
Madly, wantonly, Alice bucked beneath the boy, waiting for the pounding of his thrusting hard cock to give her the orgasm she needed, and then, impossibly, as she clung to him in desperation, teetering just on the brink of final ecstasy, she abruptly sensed his plunging rod of boy-flesh stiffen without warning, spewing its white-hot semen far up into the lustfully milking walls of her tormented womb.
Alice groaned and gasped out with disappointment. "Too soon ..." she murmured, "... You were tooooo sooooooon!"
Then the bright sunshine was shining down on her again, and the weight of Champ Ribozo was lifted from her desire-steeped nakedness. Angrily, she thrashed upon the ground, feeling empty and lost, wanting, wanting, wanting. Then she felt them crowding in, leering, gaping at the delicate coral slit nestling in the softness of her semen-soaked pubic hair, its intimacy flowered open into full view of all who were there. Someone else was well positioned between her widespread white thighs. Her ankles were being held, and now raised, bending her body backward until she gasped with the stretching pain.
Slim looked down at the first woman he'd ever touched. He could see Miss Appleton's face contorted in anguish, every muscle in her nakedly trembling body straining beyond all human endurance. The flat plane of her luscious hair-covered cunt was presented to him, as if on a silver platter.
He smiled down at it, listening to the others who were urging him to hurry, for their turn came next. Then he commenced to stroke the long shaft of his rigid young penis, aware of the eyes of the others glued upon him. They were waiting breathlessly for his contribution to the lewd spectacle, and he was determined not to disappoint them or himself. His body swayed on his knees as his sweat-glistening face shone in the brilliant glow of the California autumn sun. Awkwardly, his pelvis thrust forward.
Then savagely, he lunged forward, not knowing that there were any tender means of taking a woman, thinking that brutality was the best. Far more animalistic than his buddy Champ had been, his slender cock plowed forward into the deep, suffocating folds of Miss Appleton's tight cuntal passage, pressing great waves of her pink soft flesh rippling before it, believing that this was what she wanted and endeavoring to fulfill both her wish and his, not to mention the wishes of the panting group of students around them. Beneath his thrust Alice Appleton's body quaked spasmodically as the full length of yet another thick male cock plunged headlong into her unresisting belly. Her mind raced. Here was the length she needed, here it was ... Slim's lips nibbled and bit at her own, and she felt herself nibbling and biting back. She thought of him with love now, knowing that he would bring her to mind-shattering completion, knowing, as the teenager began a slow revolving motion with his loins, grinding his nakedly plunging cock as deep into her open cunt as he could, that she would soon receive the solace that her helplessly drugged body so desperately needed.
"Oh yes ... yes ..." the dark-haired English teacher cooed, and as the wondrous sensations began to swell within her, she raised her eyes. She could see all the lustfully peering faces ... and in the distance, she thought she could see the twins. She was proud in some strange way she could not understand. There in the secluded grove, during the school picnic, she, Alice Appleton was experiencing the greatest excitement of her life!
Beneath her she felt a fingertip probe roughly at the opening of her defenseless puckered anus, teasing at it like a wild tongue. She winced as it paused and then probed again, and suddenly penetrated her secret nether flesh, worming deeply around at the tender spongy insides. It felt uncomfortable at first, inside her back there, and then as it rolled around and around, enlarging the tiny opening until the palm of the invading hand could lay flat against her writhing ass-cheeks, Alice began to like its added sensation.
Mercilessly above her, Slim commenced a racking sawlike motion in and out of the pretty young teacher's sensitive little cunt, plunging and withdrawing, slamming and pummeling, while below the finger sunk deep in her rectum united with the penetrating cock in a steady rhythmic team, wringing whimpers and sighs of joy from Alice's throat, making her wiggle and turn sensuously in cadence with their obscene dual fucking.
The outrageous debasement and subjugation aroused deeply hidden masochistic delights, causing Alice to tingle with delight at what was happening to her.
From all around her, hands groped upon her lushly mounded breasts and stiffened nipples, smoothed at her trembling belly, and she was loving it ... loving it!
She saw that some of the other boys were masturbating, beating their hands wildly and rhythmically upon their desire-swollen penises. Then Teddy was kneeling over her face, and a pair of obscenely looming buttocks obscured her vision as a large hot cock was stuffed unceremoniously into her gaping mouth. She was a helpless, defenseless prisoner who could do nothing whatsoever to stop the deliciousness rape of her open-splayed pussy, and her deeply imbedded anus, and her wide open mouth!
Oh DON'T stop ... don't ever stop! she thought.
"JEEZ ... get a load of that ... Everything Champ said about her was true!"
"I told yuh! I told yuh!" Champ cried.
"What a hot number!"
A shudder of wanton delight surged through Alice now, setting her raw nerve-tingling body on edge as she listened to the degrading obscenities pour from their lips. The softly heaving mounds of the English teacher's breasts quivered voluptuously up against the pressure of Slim's chest, or was it someone else's hands. Nothing was clear now, nothing certain, only the tidal wave that was coming over her like a breathtaking indescribable elation, roaring through the twenty-three year old's drugged body.
The tightly stretched lips of her writhing cunt worked and sucked at Slim's hard-driving penis, while her lips and tongue pulled urgently upon the sliding cock that plugged her mouth with its lewdly slithering bulk. Powerful lightning-like sensations jolted her from the tip of her head down to her desperately flexing and unflexing toes.
"Mmmmmmmmmmnnnnnnhhhhhh!" she moaned as she felt hard cocks being placed in her empty hands, and she jerked and pulled at them until they began to spew forth their white liquid, letting it fall and splatter all over her quivering and exposed body. And then she was cumming too, cumming simultaneously with all the others, feeling Slim's plunging shaft of hardness expand and pour still more lust-heated sperm deep up into her quaking womb.
Then another mounted her, and then another. Probably another, but Alice couldn't tell. It was too good and too crazy. She was debased as she had never been debased before, and her mind was a befogged mass of clay.
And then after rising to still another height and plunging again from its wondrous depths, Alice stirred from the blackness of unconsciousness.
They were gone. All of them gone! How long it had been over she could not tell, except that now, the sky was darker than it had been before, and now she lay fully clothed upon the grass, even her hair had been pinned up in a make-shift way. Only the dazed memory and the soreness of her limbs and delicate feminine flesh attested to what had happened. With infinite care Alice Appleton rose from the ground and staggered out of the thicket.
What now? she thought. What now?
Chapter 6
"A leave of absence, Miss Appleton?" Brad Armstrong sat behind his desk, his paunch partially hidden by the papers in front of him.
"Yes, that's right, Mr. Armstrong. You see ... I ... I haven't been myself recently. I need time to recover my health so that I can be a good teacher to the boys and a credit to the school."
"Well ... I suppose we can arrange it, Miss Appleton." Brad was thinking. Supposing he told her she'd have to get down on her hands and knees and suck him off before he'd let her go! That would be something all right! But while nothing prevented the middle-aged principal of the Scotsdale School from thinking about such a thing, he knew that he wouldn't suggest such a thing.
"Yes ... we can certainly arrange it," he added. "May I add that we will miss you sorely, my dear! You must hurry back to us!"
Alice was grateful. She stood up. "Oh thank you Mr. Armstrong. I will ... I certainly will. A month should be sufficient!"
As she turned to go out the door after shaking the principal's hand, Alice was confident. She hurried out of the office, unaware of Brad Armstrong's lascivious stare on her ripely swaying ass-cheeks and long shapely legs.
She'll go way, get laid by someone and come back feeling a lot better, he thought to himself as he sat back down at his desk.
"Good day, Miss Worthington!" Alice sang. She was free, free ... and she would recover ... she would!
The principal's secretary bid Miss Appleton a frigid 'good day' in return, curious and jealous about why the younger woman was in such good spirits after leaving her boss's office, and thinking she'd better find out!
"Oh, glad you came in, Emma. I've got a little dictation."
"I thought you might need me, Brad!" Miss Worthington cooed, sitting down in the dictation chair beside Mr. Armstrong's desk.
"Before we begin, Emma ..."
"Yes, Brad?" Emma looked up hopefully. It had been a long time ... she was beginning to wonder. Her heart thumped in her throat as she waited.
A twinkle came into Brad's normally stone serious eyes as his tone changed completely.
"Come here, gorgeous!" he said, holding his arms open wide.
"Oh Brad!" Miss Worthington flew into the offered embrace. It was wonderful to love and be loved in secret by the Scotsdale principal. It made up for all the work she had to do ... for the low salary, and for the impertinences of the various teachers.
"Go lock the door, Emma. I want to see you ... really see you!"
"Oh Brad ... yes, yes!" Emma ran to the door, her flesh thrilling as she thought of how she would be nakedly pressed against Brad's masculine chest, she would know these delights which he and only he had brought out in her. Oh they might think she was a 'professional virgin' all right, but she knew different!
* * *
"Leaving, Miss Appleton?" Tim and Bennie Larsen couldn't believe their ears. The bitter memory of how the other boys had taken advantage of the aphrodisiac they'd given to her still burned in their minds. They recalled all too well the pleasures the others had reaped from their own dear Miss Appleton, when they should have been the ones! They had been the ones to go and carefully dress their unconscious teacher after the others had had their naked fill of her drug-stimulated body. They'd pinned up her hair and made her look as respectable as possible under the circumstances.
But now, they honestly felt the pain of the young teacher's departure, and tried desperately to think of something they could do about it.
"It's for you, boys," Alice said earnestly. "I'm leaving so that I can be in perfect health and return to teaching you the way I did before!"
"Gee, Miss Appleton," Tim pleaded, thinking quickly, "would you give us just one more of those special study sessions again before you leave?"
Alice agreed to show the boys all of her art books on the night before she was to leave the school. She arranged a special 'stay up' pass for them, and at 7:15 p.m. they were to meet in the empty study hall.
However, before Alice was ready to leave, at precisely five minutes after seven, she heard a light tapping at her door. Opening it, she discovered the two eager thirteen year olds, hair brushed and faces shining clean, dressed in their best vest sweaters and shirts, long pants with cuffs and brown oxfords. All of this constituted a kind of school uniform, but on Tim and Bennie the familiar outfit looked more special than usual. Alice was taken aback by their presence, and when she wondered aloud how they had been able to get into the faculty wing, they told her the truth. They had shown their special pass, plus the large important-looking bunch of flowers that they had gone to town that afternoon to buy for their departing teacher, and the old man on duty had indulgently let them in.
Alice sat down on the studio couch, somewhat nonplused. Her eyebrows knit together in consternation at the realization that she was alone with the boys in her small apartment. Evidences of her packing were all around, and all the knickknacks and special mementos that had been placed about before, were now temporarily gone. It gave the small apartment a forlorn air, and Tim and Bennie were the first to feel the stark reality of Miss Appleton's leave-taking.
Tim thrust the bouquet of flowers into Alice's arms and the boys stood back, admiring the beauty of the red and white carnations below their teacher's lovely flower-like face. They were striking together, the colorful flowers and dark-haired Miss Appleton, and seeming to sense this and the dramatic sadness of the moment, Alice began to cry.
She didn't want to leave the school. She had never wanted to leave, not for a moment, not even for summer vacations. So far she had spent the summers tutoring boys who were failing, and looking forward to her regular students in the fall. Now, she was going away, forced into leaving really by the terrible shame of her own unexplainably lewd behavior. She would be leaving these wide-eyed young creatures, both so beautiful really that they didn't quite look human ... more like some kind of woodland animal. Yet she couldn't remain to corrupt them. She must be someone the twins would always remember with affection and ... yes, respect, despite her obscene lapse under the school stairwell that day. As far as the tragedy that had taken place on the day of the school picnic was concerned, Alice was not at all sure that she hadn't imagined seeing the Larsen boys' faces looking earnestly on while she took on the entire bunch of rowdy seniors. Yet deep down inside she knew that they must have seen it all, hadn't they been due to return any moment with a cold drink for her? If only she hadn't sent them away, she might have been with them instead of those disgusting boys who would now spread ugly rumors about her to the entire class.
Just the thought of the things they'd say made Alice blush fiercely, and as Bennie took the flowers from her trembling arms and went in search of a vase, she continued to sob softly to herself. It was all crazy and mixed up, and it didn't seem fair that any of this should be happening to her. What had she done to deserve such suffering?
By Bennie's return, Tim had moved to comfort his teacher, sitting close by her side and gently stroking her arm.
"There, there ..." he muttered.
"Don't cry, Miss Appleton." Bennie sat on the other side and soothed at Alice's pretty dark hair, brushing it back from her face. Both boys knew that what they were attempting was an experiment beyond any they had previously thought out. They had not brought any of the infamous "formula" with them. Not a single drop. It had been too awful watching Miss Appleton go through those body-and-mind-shattering torments at the picnic. Too painful to see that something usually went wrong and they were thwarted from their amorous goal.
Alice felt Tim's lips gentle upon her neck, and then the young boy's breath was blowing warm on the exposed area of her upper chest, his chin moving the fabric of her soft blouse downward toward the hidden cream-whiteness of her firm full breasts. Alice continued to sob softly for a time, letting herself become completely limp in their arms. Her two prize pupils held her and petted her, kissed their teacher gently, ardently while in her mind Alice thought of what might have been ... the long-ago lover that might have become a loving husband, had he not chosen to take her virginity, all her young passion, and then move on ... the career that might have been spotless, untarnished by the lustful necessities of her body! But this was what she wanted, desired like this. This was what she needed from her two young boys! Her long dark eyelashes fluttered wildly as she felt Tim's flushed face pressing now against the heated surface of her breast. How had her blouse come unbuttoned? How had she let this happen? And the clasp of her brassiere seemed to have melted to nothingness! Deep in her trembling belly the aroused young teacher felt the strongest surge of lust she had ever known. This was different from before --much different. Her motivation seemed to be coming from her mind as well as her body, rather than originating with her body and eventually clouding her mind. This time she wanted to give herself up to love ... not to the shadow of her long departed lover, but to these beautiful children! Her own students. Now it seemed as though it had been these tenderly caressing fingers she'd wanted all along. On some subconscious level, they were the ones she'd felt would give her just what she needed!
"Beautiful ... fantastic ..."
"Incredible!" The thirteen year old boys murmured over and over. Moving slowly, they easily and without the least bit of resistance removed each delicate article of Miss Appleton's clothing. Gracefully she turned to allow them each withdrawal, each uncovering of her splendid nakedness. It was all right, it was perfectly all right! She kept telling herself. It had to be, didn't it ... for she was going to do it anyway!
Tim and Bennie were overwhelmed as never before by the sight of their teacher's pale, almost translucent skin, gleaming like a rich and exotic jewel against the dark plaid couch cover, for they knew that her arousal this time was real ... not forced by the drug they'd originally invented from a book of aphrodisiac recipes. Their flesh burned at the sight of the lovely creature who decided to give herself to them without the benefit of the precious "formula"! Already they could feel what it would be like to possess this willingly waiting woman ten years older than they. Shortly they would know the delights of her secret flesh, the way they had known those of their father's unfaithful second wife. But this time love would be their motivation, rather than hatred! It was better ... much better!
Leaping up simultaneously, the boys quickly peeled away their own clothing. The sweaters, shirts and T-shirts came off almost in one piece over their heads, and the rest soon followed suit. As their two boyish penises thrust into view, Alice sighed audibly. Already she seemed to feel the hard young shafts buried deep inside her rapidly moistening pussy.
"Come ... come ..." she whispered huskily, holding her arms up. "Come to me, hurry!"
Tim clasped his crazily throbbing penis firmly in his small strong hands, feeling it alive with a will of its own, pulsing hotly against his fingers, anxious for the long awaited moment. As he watched his teacher's desire-wracked body squirming around on the couch as she waited for him ... waiting for both of them, Tim felt a moment of elation. He knew and he knew that his brother knew it too. This was quite different from old Carolyn, his father's ex-wife. The feelings the scheming thirteen year olds had for Miss Appleton were far deeper than that. Where they had hated the blonde woman their father had married, and with good reason, they loved the dark-haired Miss Appleton.
Unconsciously, Bennie beside him began to pump up and down on the blood-engorged shaft of his wildly aching penis.
Alice lay back, her body trembling from the strong emotions within her. Only the boys knew that she had had none of the formula. Not even the smallest bit of it. The sensations of lewd desire she was experiencing felt just the same as before, but this time they were real! Tim's mouth was dry and he too felt overcome with a surplus of emotion by the sight of the nakedly waiting teacher. But while he hesitated, he saw his twin brother move in front of him. It was like watching himself. The trim naked buttocks, the strong lithe back. The boy moved up onto the studio bed so that he was kneeling directly over the dark-haired older woman, his knees parting hers.
"Wait for me!" Tim cried, impatiently, moving hurriedly toward his brother and the sensuously reclining twenty-three year old. "We can do it together ... sort of like before!" he said, pulling Bennie away as he added his own slender boy's body to the voluptuous milk-white curves and indentations of Miss Appleton's receptively waiting form. Tim had an idea, and he wasn't sure it would work, but he was determined to try. He lay down on the studio couch and reached out for Miss Appleton.
"What ... is it ... what do you want me to do?" Alice asked in a quavering voice.
"Come lie on top of me!" Tim hissed. Already his young cock had quivered to rigid attention, anticipating the imminent approach of Miss Appleton's sweetly pulsing cunt.
The young boy felt slim and smooth beneath her as Alice lay obligingly on top of him, separating her legs and feeling the staff of his boyish cock pressing against the outer hair-covered mound of her supple pussy.
"Oh ..." she gasped, as Tim's tongue reached up for hers, and his fingers began a deft manipulation of the breasts that were pressed to his undeveloped chest.
Alice could see everything that was happening with the thirteen year old adolescents as though she were looking on at herself from a great distance. A sane, self-appraising inner eye was watching and saw a woman who was lost in the throes of passion, responding blindly, groping out for the most perverse fulfillment! Way in the back of her mind, Alice recalled the Greeks and their great love for young boys, and although she was not yet that old herself, she could understand why! Oh yes, there was definitely something to be said for young boys! It was as though a key had been turned in the lock that had been waiting all these years to be opened again, and the formerly repressed school teacher found herself thoroughly aroused, her thighs and softly trembling belly afire against Tim's eager young form, all the forbidden desire and excitement and longing welling up inside her belly and chasing away the despondency of a short moment ago.
Behind the lewdly intertwined duo, Bennie could see the long white spread-eagled limbs of his favorite teacher, and temptingly, her full and quivering ass-cheeks. Then, as if on some kind of signal, he saw Miss Appleton rise up slightly on her knees, presented the fully puckered entrance to her anal passage back to him just as she placed the tiny orifice of her silken vagina upon his brother's raging hard cock.
Bennie knew what his job was, and understood with what delight he would undertake it. Miss Appleton was theirs ... at long last, completely theirs. And he moved up behind her on the couch, and pressed the blunt bulbous head of his throbbing hot penis to the small virginal opening of her rectum.
"Unggh," Alice groaned, as her student pressed forward. But Bennie didn't stop his relentless drive up into her wide-stretching anus, shoving forward with all the might of his young athletic frame.
Tim thrust upward, and felt the thickly rounded head of his young cock moving with youthful urgency upward into the soft clinging pink folds of the older woman's cunt. As he thrust, Alice groaned against him, and he felt that Bennie's skewering, worming penis had penetrated the young teacher's futilely resisting anal passage! Tim could even feel his brother's cock surging parallel to his through the thin membrane that separated Alice's raging pussy from her fire-filled back-passage.
"OH GOD!" Alice crumpled forward onto Tim, only to be buffeted back again against his twin brother by the boy's brutal upward thrusts. The English teacher's long legs jackknifed out wide as she felt her two private orifices invaded by the most feverish delight. Her nakedly presented body was suddenly liberated by the pleasure of the two illicit invasions, and sandwiched between the teenage twins, she let a low moan of satisfaction escape her lust-contorted lips. The whimpering brunette lay trembling between two tightly imbedded hardnesses, equal in size and equal in eagerness to please. They felt so very good way up there inside her, filling her totally, so that there was no way to turn without knowing the hard masculine presence dually thrusting into her velvety depths.
"Ooooohhhhhh goooooood, goooood!" Tim cried. At last his youthful cock was penetrating his beloved teacher's hotly clasping pussy, making all his dreams come true. Cripes, they'd been planning this for so long. Now the second woman in the twins' young adolescent years was thoroughly impaled by their lustfully driving cocks. Tim gasped as he felt the older woman squirming above him, clutching at his shoulders and hips to draw him even closer. Her breasts, full and silken-textured, brushed against the flat of his chest and he grabbed the straining cheeks of her greedily trembling buttocks, spreading them wide for his brother's every sodomistic downward thrust, simultaneously driving his own aching penis far up into the tight slippery wetness of the mewling woman's hair-fringed pussy. Between the two of them, the boys gathered more and more strength with each rhythmic thrust, keeping Alice pinned squarely between them as they rammed their lust-engorged members eagerly inward.
"Oh, Miss Appleton ... your cunt is so far out!" Tim groaned, licking his tongue in Alice's ear.
"And your ass is squeezing my cock so tight! Jeez ... it's so GOOD!" Bennie slipped his tongue into Alice's other ear, swirling it wetly and sensuously around until he could feel the excitedly wriggling teacher begin to shiver with new delight.
Bennie was slithering inside her back there deeper than Alice had ever thought anything would go. But instead of being ashamed and feeling guilty, the flushed and excited twenty-three year old felt elated. She wanted to be obliterated by her students' love, smashed between them and fucked until she could take no more. She moaned helpless surrender as the slender rod of Bennie's penis entered and withdrew from the tightly clenched orifice of her anus, feeling his young cum-inflated testicles swinging under her, perhaps brushing inwardly the upward-screwing cock that belonged to his brother, as it plundered the furthest depths of her flaring pussy.
For Alice, the pleasure she was getting back there was different, completely different from regular lovemaking, and it was such a revelation that she could actually enjoy such a lewd act that the young teacher felt herself going half crazy with excitement. To think that the two of them could make love to her at once like this ... almost as though they had practiced! With consummate skill the thirteen year olds manipulated her tender feminine body between them until Miss Appleton undulated and jerked nakedly against them, her dark hair flying in all directions as obscene wet skewering noises filled the small apartment.
"Oh boys ... where did you learn this? What are you doing to me?" Alice gasped. She was lunging obscenely back onto Bennie's in-rushing penis, her heart palpitating as Tim's spiraling cock-head surged hotly upward into her widespread cuntal passage. The frenzied delight spread to every portion of her desire-wracked body, and Alice could feel it taking hold with not unprecedented strength, filling her streaming pussy with shocks of tremulous passion that ricocheted fiercely between the shuddering channel of her rectum and the clasping undulations of her simmering cunt.
"Ohhhhhh yessss, boys ... yesssss!" she sighed, transported to a world of ecstatic passion that grew more and more uncontrollable, relentlessly carrying the young teacher to an intoxicating climax. Leg and arms trembling and pressing against each other in disjointed spasms of smoldering excitation, the trio of lasciviously intertwined lovers entered the throes of a triple orgasm, mouths hanging open in passion, eyes closed, slippery hair-fringed pussy rubbing against smooth hairless loins, while full feminine ass-cheeks were spread and plundered by the rock-hard staff of a second adolescent's cock. All three of them felt the acute thrill of mutual climax overtaking them, and writhing with pleasure, they rolled and twisted in each other's arms. The twin spears that penetrated her tensing and sucking passages grew stiff then burst with two heavy loads of desire, releasing pools of boyish sperm deep and flood-like up into the pulsating depths of Miss Appleton's most intimate womb and tightly clenching rectum.
Many long and peaceful moments later, Alice stirred between her two teenage lovers.
"Oh ... how I'm going to miss you ..." she sighed softly.
"How we're going to miss you!" the boys echoed.
Chapter 7
"What do you brats want now?" Emma Worthington did not bother to hide her extreme dislike of the Larsen twins. Why should she? It was clear they were over-privileged, smart-mouthed little brats, spoiled rotten! The fact that she knew they managed to pull the wool over practically every teacher's eyes in the entire school only added to her desire to treat the boys with the ill-humor she felt they truly deserved.
"Teachers' pets!" she thought ruefully, thinking of all the special privileges that she knew the twins had received since they'd been at the school.
Tim and Bennie looked askance at the school principal's secretary. They were each thinking that the time had come for an all-out war between them. Nobody got away with calling them brats ... not to their faces anyway, and Miss Worthington was no exception.
"We'd like to see Mr. Armstrong, please," Tim said politely, taking in Miss Worthington's pinched features, the drab, colorless hair piled atop her head, still containing a shade of red that hinted at a prettier color in days gone by. Her spreading figure might have been good once, but lack of exercise and overeating had sent it to the borderline, and certain parts of her once trim hips spread opulently over the edge of her chair, despite the long-line girdle that she wore.
"AGAIN?" Miss Worthington cried. "You boys just can't keep on coming up here like this. Mr. Armstrong is the principal of this school. He's a very busy man. He hasn't got time to keep answering your questions!"
The secretary's voice became so shrill that a shadow appeared at the ripple-glass door that had the word Principal neatly lettered on it. Brad Armstrong peered outside and looked questioning and, the boys thought, disapprovingly at his secretary.
"What on earth is the trouble, Miss Worthington?" he asked. Then spotting the twins who were standing with their hands politely clasped behind their backs, he realized what the commotion was. "Oh! It's you boys again," he said. "Well, come on in. I've got a second to spare."
Triumphantly the Larsens marched past Miss Worthington, and just before closing Mr. Armstrong's door, Bennie, who was the last inside, turned to flash a brilliant smile at the thirty-five year old secretary. Emma spluttered and returned to her typing. The nerve of them, she thought indignantly.
Brad Armstrong turned to face his freshman students, once he'd returned to his position behind his desk. He cleared his throat and tried to look benevolent.
"I told you two that I'd let you know as soon as I have word about Miss Appleton's return. More than that I cannot do!"
"But she was due to be gone only a month!" Tim said, shifting from one foot to the other.
"Yes ... well she called in to ask for an extension of that time, and she could be gone for as long as another month." Armstrong said with an annoyed tone. He was sick of them coming to ask about their teacher. Obviously a schoolboy crush, and in Miss Appleton's case, thoroughly justified. She was probably out there getting herself screwed silly every night, he thought, and the very idea of it irked him no end. All he was getting these days was Emma Worthington, and his interest in his secretary was beginning to decline, to say the least, since those first days several years before when she had been a "semi-beautiful" young woman, a virgin, whom he had delighted in debauching. But even debauchery with Miss Worthington had its limits and there were only a limited number of things she could be counted upon to do.
Besides, her giggling at crucial moments was beginning to get on his nerves.
"Now run along children ... just run along. And I don't want to see you here again, unless it's for a good reason!" Unceremoniously, Brad ushered the disconsolate teenagers out of his office, and Miss Worthington looked smug as they passed her desk.
Once back in their room, the boys lay brooding on their twin beds.
"We've gotta do something about them," Tim finally said, breaking the long silence.
"Yep," Bennie agreed, knowing perfectly well that his brother was referring to Mr. Armstrong and his ugly secretary. Scotsdale boys were never referred to as children, for one thing. The accepted term was "men" or "young men". Their principal's reference to the teenagers as children only proved something the boys had long suspected about the grey-haired head of the school. He was insincere, and pompous, unfit to be the head of Scotsdale School. What was more, no one had called either of them a "brat" since their father's former wife, 'old Carolyn', and they knew what they'd done to her! She was the ex-Mrs. Larsen before the marriage was two months old, but not before she had endured the most stringent of tribulations with the twins under the influence of the formula. Tim and Bennie still chuckled when they thought of their former stepmother and the family dog, Shep. Certainly Shep would never forget the first and perhaps only female human being he'd had the good fortune to mate with! Then there was Carolyn and her girlfriend. Shit, that had been most interesting to see, when the boys made sure that both girls got a good dose of their special aphrodisiac sauce in the daiquiri mix. Both the adolescents were pleased about the resulting divorce. That had been their only goal; after all, they'd not wanted to ruin the pretty blonde adultress' entire life, only her life with their father. All their actions were justified they felt by Carolyn's naturally lascivious nature. The way they'd caught her carrying on with that magazine salesman. And right in the kitchen of their own house! Yes, they were both proud of how they'd made things turn out then, and the silence between the boys now was an indication that they felt that certain measures needed to be taken again!
It was very difficult being without their dear Miss Appleton, and especially hard since they'd heard not a word from the charming twenty-three year old since her departure from the school over a month ago. The fact that she was staying away beyond the period of her original leave was alarming to say the least. Dealing with people like Mr. Armstrong and Miss Worthington only made life that much more horrible and frustrating. Yes, definitely something would have to be done. After all, it wasn't only a question of honor ... it was a question of amusement!
After the supper that evening the boys began to plot out their latest plan. A surge of excitement reanimated their innocent-looking faces as they set to work again. Soon, things would be jumping again!
* * *
Emma Worthington set the tray down on her desk for a brief moment when she heard her name being called from outside her office. She'd been on her way inside with it, having fetched it from the cafeteria at the usual time: 10:15 a.m. Brad always wanted his coffee then, and Emma was particularly sure to stir in the correct amount of sugar and cream herself. The coffee ritual was very important to the faithful secretary because this was most frequently the time when her boss would be in need of her services ... her 'other' services.
She stepped outside into the hall, puzzled that someone would be calling her out there. Who on earth could it be. Outside she saw no one, and deciding that it must have been her imagination she returned to the tray on her desk.
Just one last look in her compact mirror before she entered Brad's office, and she would be ready. She didn't want the coffee to be cold, after all!
Emma tugged a bit on her long-line girdle. They weren't supposed to ride up, but for some reason hers did. Hopefully she would soon be removing it ... hopefully Brad would be in a loving mood that morning!
The faded redhead tapped lightly on the inner office door and then entered, bearing the small tray with its coffee. The principal was seated behind his desk, reading a book. Emma admired the older man for a moment before he looked up. He was so studious, she thought, so scholarly!
When the silver-haired principal looked up, Emma smiled her best smile and chirped. "Here it is ... piping hot, and just the way you like it!" Emma blushed when she felt her boss's eyes lingering at the level of her well-developed breasts. She was glad she'd gone out to that sale the day before even though it had been raining pitchforks, to get one of those cross-your-heart bras. It had done wonders for her full breasts, and she felt sure Brad was noticing now.
"Thank you, Emma," he said in his deep baritone. Such a lovely speaking voice he had. Emma never failed to be thrilled at the Graduations and other occasions when Brad got up to speak.
"Is there ... anything else I can do for you?" she asked, almost shyly. How good it would feel, his wonderful male hardness surging into her belly! His warm encouraging words of tenderness ... intimate words that he would use when touching her where no one had ever touched but him! It would be especially good today, Miss Worthington felt ... especially good since she was so much in a mood ... a romantic mood!
"No ... no, that will be all for the moment, Emma. Thank you very much."
Emma could hardly believe her ears, and yet she returned Brad's pleasant smile and exited from the office in a suitably humble manner. Yet as she sat back down at her desk, the thirty-five year old secretary felt crushed. Her boss was definitely losing interest in her, and their exciting secret meetings were becoming less and less frequent, and she was beginning to see the writing on the wall. It was all the more distressing therefore when the intercom buzzed and Brad Armstrong's voice came booming out. "The coffee is lousy, Emma! Did you make it yourself or something?"
All of her protests were to no avail. The coffee, as far as she knew, was the same that the cafeteria always made. She offered to get him another cup, but he told her no thanks, he'd finish it anyway, even though it was sickeningly sweet and disgusting.
Emma was crestfallen. She knew that she had put the same amount of sugar in that she usually did ... exactly one and a half lumps. Whatever had gone wrong was certainly not her fault, but Brad would never believe that, and somehow Emma sensed that their entire clandestine relationship had been ruined by the particularly unfortunate mistake.
She sat despondently at her desk, listlessly typing some reports for the next parent-teachers' meeting. She had to have at least one advance copy ready by 11:30 when the head of the association was due to stop by to discuss the upcoming meeting with Mr. Armstrong.
* * *
Mrs. James Stilton III had her chauffeur wait downstairs. Then she briskly walked up the impressive stairway of the main building of the Scotsdale School for Boys. Her own son was a senior there, and due to graduate that June. It would be her last year as head of the parent-teachers' association, but as with everything, Jennifer Stilton planned on doing an excellent job. Her slender figure and soft pretty features belied the fact that she was a woman past 35, a woman older than Miss Emma Worthington for example, who could have easily passed for Jennifer's mother. It was not only the money that helped. Good genes, helpful beauty hints passed on from her own beautiful mother ... all these things made Jennifer Stilton the most sought after young matron in the Sacramento Valley area. Her son Edward, nicknamed Slim because of his slender lanky form, was not exactly an honor student at the school, but neither had he disgraced himself in anyway, and for this Mrs. Stilton was grateful in this age of adolescent strife. She was pleased to have chosen Scotsdale School for her son, and glad that her judgment had proven valid. Mr. Stilton had little to do with his family, being far too busy most of the time running his interlocking corporations and expanding them so eventually they had become a mysterious international cartel. So just about every facet of home life was left to Jennifer, and the attractive dark-haired woman was proud of the strength and talent she'd shown in these fields.
Sometimes it was a bit lonesome, being isolated by both her beauty and her money from others, especially since she found these wealthy people who were most nearly in her income bracket to be a good deal older than she, and for the most part boring as paint. Reading was Jennifer's primary source of true pleasure when it got down to it, despite the gala balls, the box at the opera, the attentive homosexual escorts. Curling up with chocolates, and her records playing, and a good best seller, was her idea of real relaxation.
In fact, Mrs. Stilton thought as she made her way to Mr. Armstrong's office, she would much rather be at home at this very moment than going to see the principal of her son's preparatory school. However it had to be done, and Mrs. Stilton would do it cheerfully, and of course, she would do it well.
"Good morning, Mrs. Stilton!"
Just before entering the outer office, Mrs. Stilton passed the cutest set of twins she'd ever seen. She replied, wondering just how they knew her name. She didn't believe that they were friends of her son; they were quite a bit younger, or at least appeared to be. The wealthy socialite had forgotten that her picture had been published in the weekly student paper, and that her impending visit had incidentally been mentioned. What nice boys, she thought as she closed the door behind her and encountered the glum countenance of Miss Worthington.
"Good morning. Mr. Armstrong is expecting you, Mrs. Stilton. You may go right in."
Emma glowered at Jennifer's back as the other woman entered Brad's office. How she hated that woman, with that figure and every hair in place and that perfume and those legs and those clothes that Emma would never be able to wear. God, she was annoying! Just the fact that women like her existed was enough to ruin Emma Worthington's day, if she chanced to think of it. It was similar to her feeling for Miss Appleton, Emma thought as she glared at the closed office door. Except that Miss Appleton was at least a working woman like herself, and not born or married rich! Nevertheless, there was a disturbing similarity in Emma's feelings toward both attractive women, and just as she hated a certain look that Brad got in his eye when he looked at the pretty young teacher, she hated the similar, though more guarded look that he got when he looked at Mrs. Stilton. How long since he had looked at her that way? It had been several years, and it seemed forever!
* * *
Tim Larsen looked at his watch. "It should be fully activated by now."
"Great!" Bennie replied. He'd been the one to call Miss Worthington's name in the hall, while his twin brother, already hiding in the outer office, had easily slipped a good portion of their special "formula" into Mr. Armstrong's coffee.
Now it was only a matter of waiting to see what would happen. Whatever happened, though, the twins were sure that they could and would turn it to their advantage!
Inside the office, Brad Armstrong paced nervously up and down. He'd been perspiring heavily for several minutes, and now he felt suddenly cold. There was another disturbing factor too. He had a raging erection. Now that Mrs. Stilton had arrived, Brad quickly sat down behind his desk again to prevent the influential matron from seeing. But God, how he longed to rub his stiff and throbbing member! For some reason he was having trouble focusing on Mrs. Stilton's patrician features. Yet, he knew from memory how she looked. She was probably one of the most beautiful women in California, he thought now, his mind racing feverishly, while his lips struggled to carry on a conventional conversation ... about what? The disturbed principal wasn't even sure ... oh yes, about the coming PTA meeting, and the topics that would be presented to the members of the association.
But instead, Brad thought about Mrs. Stilton's thighs, and how they would wrap tightly about his neck while he plundered the deep passage of her unresisting pussy, how she would moan and call his name, and just exactly what it would feel like to be fucking Mrs. James Stilton III!
Christ ... what a thought!
"Is ... uh something wrong, Mr. Armstrong?" Jennifer noted that the principal's eyes appeared to be glazed and he was staring at her in the most peculiar way. He appeared to be looking directly at the modest cleavage of her blue silk blouse, and from the look on his face, Jennifer wondered if something might be wrong ... that is, if he could see anything out of the ordinary there.
Nervously her fingers went to her breast, lingered a second and then fell back to her lap. What an odd man!
"N-No, nothing's wrong," Brad stuttered. "I mean ... it's you ... it's just you!"
"I don't quite understand!"
Brad's head was whirling. He had to stand up, his aching cock was so constricted that he could no longer remain seated. Without even thinking, the drugged man precipitated his substantial form around the desk, coming very close indeed to Mrs. Stilton's chair.
"You are without a doubt the most beautiful woman in California!" he blurted out, and his sudden lunge toward Mrs. Stilton made her topple over sideways in her chair.
"Help!" she gulped, "Oh help!" But the drugged principal couldn't stop now. He had to cover those perfect lips with his own ... to stifle the sounds that came from them and also to savor the sweet taste within.
As she struggled blindly with Armstrong's superior strength, Jennifer's thoughts ran wild. "My God, he's a maniac ... he's going to kill me!" She'd always had a terrible fear that something might happen to her, and now it was happening! What could she do? What would save her?
"I've got to have you ... got to have you!" Armstrong cried. "No matter what!"
Jennifer felt as though she were going to faint at any second. Weakly, she rolled her head back and forth in protest, and then his mouth was glued to hers, his tongue sliding wetly between her lips, past the barrier of her small white teeth.
Sex ... all he wanted was sex ... she thought ... he would not kill her if she gave in! Sex had never played an important part in Jennifer Stilton's aristocratic life. In fact she rarely indulged in it these days, what with her husband away so often, and then when he was home, it was usually such a bother ... for both of them really. But Jennifer was not about to let an inconsequential thing like sex stand between her and life! Given the choice, which she honestly believed to be the fact at this moment, she would gladly choose sex!
It was far from comforting, nevertheless, when the president of the Parent-Teachers' Association felt the school principal's hand tracing up the soft hot flesh of her inner thighs, lewdly pushing her dress up with it and exposing her stocking-clad legs to the air. Jennifer's breath caught in a strangled gasp in her throat as Armstrong's fingers slid quickly inside the elastic band of her panties, and without further ado parted the sensitive hair-fringed lips of her vagina, slipping into its hot wetness and moving disturbingly upward to find the soft inner lips surrounding her clitoris.
Jennifer froze, feeling the horrid intrusion of this man's fingers in her secret flesh, her private world, and finally she came to life again to squirm and struggle with renewed vigor against what was happening. She raked her long well-kept fingernails against his face, drawing blood.
Brad was enraged by the pain Mrs. Stilton had caused him, and the drug coursing through his system made him make a sudden decision. It was as though it were a matter of life and death to him, possessing this woman! "Damn you ... you snooty bitch!" he cried, "I'll fuck you and I'll fuck you good!"
"You animal ... you ..."
But Brad reached out, catching Jennifer's wrists and holding them fast, throwing his entire weight on top of her and almost crushing her with his heavy body, until she could not move a muscle. The principal emitted a low growl and reached down between their struggling bodies to hook his fingers into the wispy material of her panties and rip them away with one jerk.
"My secretary's gone to lunch by now," he hissed down into the socialite's terrified face. "You can howl all you want. Nobody's gonna rush in here until we're through!"
"Oh God ... no! Please let me go ... don't do it to me ... how can you? How CAN you?" The wealthy socialite pleaded, hot tears of fear and shame streaming down her cheeks as the principal grabbed her roughly, slipping her skirt upward until it was over her hips and bunched up around her waist. The full ripeness of her voluptuously formed thighs, the soft dark triangle of pubic hair covering her small and trembling pussy, and the flatness of her quivering white belly--all were nakedly revealed to the principal's lurid gaze. Then the horrified woman felt the older man fumbling with his pants and saw them slide away down his hips, and she caught a glimpse of his thick hard penis brandished in his hand.
She closed her eyes against the thought. Rape! She was going to be raped!
He was forcing his knees roughly between her fear-tensed legs, spreading her thighs unmercifully as he guided his lust-engorged member forward. Shoving her long slender legs behind the knees to raise them high from the floor of his office, he used the thick rubbery head of his urgently pulsing cock to part the soft fleshy lips of her vulnerable cunt.
Jennifer tossed her head wildly, thinking of her husband ... of the first night he'd made love to her, some twenty years before. How crude he'd been, how ugly! It had taken other subsequent lovers in the early years to teach her about sex, to show her how good it could be. This ... this was just like Jim. Just like the terror of her wedding night when she'd been a virgin!
"Oooohhhh, Dear God!" she gasped. She shuddered with horror as she felt the soft electrical contact against the sensitive edges of her tightly clenched pussy. Jennifer held her breath for what seemed an eternity, petrified in utter subjugation under the principal of her son's school. Then there was the first hard pressure of his blood-heated cock against the tight elasticity of her vaginal lips.
"Oooohhhhh," she moaned as he pushed and the thick knobby tip slipped through. Above her she could see his face, twisted into a grin of sheer raw lust, as though he could barely stand it any longer.
"Oh Jesus!" he blurted. "I've got to fuck you quick!"
Before he'd finished the words, Brad Armstrong had come down heavily upon the hopelessly trapped matron, thrusting his hips forward with the same motion, sending his long raging penis sliding mercilessly upward into the soft moist flesh of Jennifer's vaginal walls, moving onward until with a loud groan, the principal's hanging testicles slapped heavily into the upturned cheeks of her fear-clenched buttocks.
"Oh! Oh! Oh!" the dark-haired socialite cried. Never had she been taken against her will like this ... even with her husband, she had consented to his insensitive love-making. Now she was filled with a near-stranger's surging penis, she was speared by the chunky knob of its fleshy tip, and now its desire-bloated shaft lay sunk deep in her helpless belly, filling every part of her insides with fury. There was not one tiny ridge of Armstrong's hotly pressuring cock that she could not feel pressed tightly against the soft tender walls of her defenseless pussy.
Stunned by his own success, Brad lay unmoving for a brief moment, his face directly above hers. He had conquered Jennifer Stilton!
"Christ!" he muttered feverishly, his eyes wild with lust, "How many times I've thought about this! How many times I've wondered about your sweet little pussy ... your gorgeous cunt!" As if to emphasize his words he throbbed the tip of his penis deep inside, letting it jerk maddeningly within the trapped PTA president's wide-stretched vagina.
"Nnnnnooooo," she moaned, the cords in her neck standing out from the pressure of her resistance.
"Don't you like it? Don't you like it?" the principal cried, grinning down at her in dazed and drugged delight. "Tell me you like it ... God, it feels good! I know it's got to be feeling good for you too!"
"Yes ... yes ..." Jennifer cried, afraid to offend this madman, lest he truly hurt her, maim or kill her. Anything was better than that! She thought of her house, of her son, even of her husband. The tickets for the theatre she had that night, her chauffeur outside waiting with the sleek gray car. She wanted to return to all of that! She wanted to live!
"Tell me ... beg me for it then!" Brad hissed down at her. This was a little game he enjoyed playing even in more normal circumstances with his secretary. He loved forcing Emma Worthington to plead with him, once he'd gotten it inside her. He'd leave it motionless until she was going wild for a good fucking. But this ... this was far more exciting, far more stimulating, and although Brad couldn't even recall just how he'd gotten into this intimate position with the beautiful and poised society mother, he knew that he had to play it out to the glorious end!
"Whhhhhaaaat?" Jennifer breathed. "I ... I don't understand!"
"You understand ... I said beg me for a good lay. Ask me to screw your pussy good!" He thrust downward, creating a searing white pain deep inside of her quivering belly.
"Please ... please have mercy. Please!" Jennifer tossed her dark shining hair from side to side. She could feel tears of humiliation sliding down her face. She was so helpless, so alone!
"Do it ... do it!" The incensed principal slammed down onto Jennifer Stilton's softly yielding body, his teeth grinding together as he felt her shuddering against him, the inner muscles of her tightly clasping cunt rippling involuntarily.
"Screw ... screw ... SCREW ME!" she cried suddenly, through clenched teeth, tears inundating her cheeks as she hissed out the lewdly degrading words. She was feeling the utter depths of degradation. All of her self-respect was being stripped away in this one hideous moment. What was left? Nothing ... nothing but to get it over with as quickly as possible. As she gave up her last remaining ounce of resistance, the fine-figured matron could feel him clamping his wet mouth hotly against hers. Between her spread-apart thighs, the agony of her soft sensitive flesh being ground into by his quickening strokes made her groan out loud.
She would show him! the aristocratic Mrs. Stilton thought wildly. She would finish it, and defeat him in the process. Nobody conquered Jennifer Stilton! Nobody! A wave of defiance seemed to spring from the very depths of despair. The mere thought of what she was about to do sent chills along the base of her spine; and she felt the unsuspecting principal of the school commence a slow rhythm as his probing cock skewered wetly into her. The straining socialite's whole being began to twist and writhe beneath him, and she began to moan incessantly up into the obscene moisture of his mouth, shoving her tongue furiously and with deep abandon down his throat, feigning mewls of animalistic acceptance, a light film of perspiration burst out on her forehead as Jennifer felt his hands slipping down over the naked curves of her hips and sliding beneath the soft smooth mounds of her undulating ass-cheeks. Cupping them harshly with each hand, Brad began to thrust with greater frenzy.
Jennifer thought of the beautiful young Mexican lover she'd taken down in Acapulco. Yes, it had been entirely her decision. A decision she made in the hot noon of the sun, there on the beach. How many years ago had it been. No matter ... it was clear in her mind, every last detail of it! The deep brown of his skin and the coal-black hair and eyes, a body firm and muscular that spoke of his youth. Eighteen, perhaps nineteen. She'd never known for sure. She'd left her husband home napping and gone to meet him down by the azure sea, in the astounding heat, her crocheted bathing suit touching at the nakedness of her body beneath. She could taste what it would be like before it happened, and during the long passionate moments, she had lived a thousand lifetimes. The way he rose above her while she drank in the marvel of his sun-bronzed body, broad chest and slender waist and hips, his hair long and falling in his eyes until he was back upon her and within her, the hardness of him forcing her to melt, a total animal, cumming again and again around the shattering piston of his driving masculinity.
Yes, she had been loved and loved well. Jennifer would always have that memory, no matter what. She would have that despite all the pettiness of her daily life of the moment, and perhaps one day she would choose to have it again. For something was beginning to change inside her, she knew. No longer would she be as sensually calm and composed as she had been recently. Now that she was enduring this gross attack, she would use this to make her a better woman.
Lasciviously, Brad Armstrong flexed and unflexed his fingers on the firm white flesh of Jennifer Stilton's exposed buttocks. He jerked her harder against his thrusting loins and made her pull her thighs back a little more, spreading the moist wet aperture of her hair-trimmed cunt to his eagerly thrusting penis.
But for Jennifer the maddening pain, and humiliation was passed now, and her lithe legs on either side of the principal's impaling cock-shaft were jerking and quivering in an abandon that she had no wish to control. She was with the boy Juanito again, and the beautiful dark-haired woman closed her eyes, slavering her tongue up into his mouth, as low hums of satisfying pleasure rumbled deep in her throat. She writhed lewdly under his massive body, aroused by the fervency of her feeling. There was no longer any thought but the delicious sensation of lying beneath this boy, this incredibly beautiful boy, who was fucking her so well as she gave back to him what he gave to her!
She could feel Juanito slaving above her, moving suddenly into longer, smoother strokes that drew his lovely lust-hardened cock nearly out of her clasping vagina on the backstroke, and then plunging forward into her uplifted ass-cheeks again until she felt the harsh slap of his sperm-swollen balls against the crevice of her anus. Instead of the coarse rug of the principal's office, she felt the shifting sand of the sheltered cove there on the beach. Instead of Brad Armstrong's lustfully ugly features, she could see the dark brown Mexican boy.
The thought raised further mewling and moaning from her chest and the PTA president began twisting and squealing wantonly under the ravishment of her nakedly widespread loins.
"That's more like it!" Brad panted lewdly, "Fuck back, fuck back!"
Chapter 8
Emma Worthington sat dismally over her tasteless tuna fish salad. The slices of hard boiled egg on her plate seemed to stare back at her with hateful eyes. She'd been down in the lunchroom for about ten minutes now, having left her office shortly after Mrs. Stilton's arrival. She would stay for the entire hour she decided, until that awful woman had left, and then perhaps she could find something ... some small favor perhaps that would put her back in Brad's good graces. The thought gave her a glimmer of hope. With a deep sigh, she took another bite of her tuna salad.
Tim and Bennie finally spotted the solitary figure of Miss Worthington sitting in a corner of the lunch room. They moved quickly, without at the same time appearing to rush, in her direction. Tim carried the cup of juice carefully so as not to spill a drop.
When Emma looked up and saw the two thirteen year olds, she groaned.
"What do you want?" she asked with ill humor. "If it is about that Miss Appleton of yours, I haven't heard a thing and neither has Mr. Armstrong, so don't go bothering him!"
As far as she was concerned, the drab secretary hoped that Miss Appleton never showed up again. Besides, she'd heard rumors about the pretty young teacher. Very compromising rumors. She'd overheard some of the older boys talking one day and she'd gotten quite an earful before they spotted her and shut up.
"Whoa, Miss Worthington, it's not about Miss Appleton!" Bennie said, pleasantly. But inside he was seething at the way the principal's secretary spoke the name of their most favorite person in the world.
"No," Tim added. "We've just brought you some juice, Miss Worthington. To go along with your salad."
Emma looked at the paper cup full of juice. Her mouth was rather dry, she realized, due to the uncompromising nature of her salad. "Well, thank you," she said, tasting the liquid. It tasted good, different from the grape juice she'd expected it was. It was about time she got a little service in this school. She hoped that some of the teachers who were sitting at a distant table had seen and noted that the twins had brought her something to drink! Maybe people would begin to take more notice of her. She was tired of being kicked around like an old shoe, when she knew she deserved more, much more!
Silently, Emma downed the entire cup, thinking her own resentful and spiteful thoughts as the odd-tasting grape juice slid down her throat and into her stomach.
"Oh by the way, Miss Worthington," Tim said, when he saw that the cup was empty, "Mr. Armstrong was asking for you. Said he wanted to see you right away!"
"WHAT?" Emma stood up. A bit of tuna fish clung to her mouth, unnoticed, as she glared at the twins. "Why didn't you tell me sooner? Why didn't you tell me right away?"
Neither Tim or Bennie got the chance to answer, for Emma flew out of the cafeteria and headed for the stairs. The twins looked at each other and smiled. Soon things would be swell. Things would be hunky-dory!
* * *
Inside the principal's office, on the rug before his desk, two figures writhed, oblivious to time or place. It was a kind of struggle for life for each of them, the one driven by a drug's devious turnings in his system, the other driven by self-preservation.
Mrs. James Stilton's palpitating vagina widened and flared with animalistic desire. It was swallowing the whole of Brad Armstrong's lewd penis as it plunged mercilessly to the very core of her belly.
The beautiful woman, who had headed the local best-dressed list for the last five years, accepted each and every fierce thrust into her softly accepting cuntal depths, for she was thinking of that day so long ago, feeling the hot sand, the taste of the salty sweat from the Mexican's brow as it dropped to her parted lips. He had brought his hand around to where his firmly and deeply ensconced penis was sliding smoothly in and out of her desire-drenched pussy, and she felt him begin to fondle the tender hair-trimmed lips of her cunt, milking at his own rampaging hardness, continuing to play there until softer groans of unrestrained lust formed in her slender throat and escaped to the sea air. The widening sheath of her grasping pussy accepted the quickened stroke, now as hot and pulsating and deep, it moved within her, causing a tormenting agony of pleasure that caused her to thrash insanely beneath him. And then he was pressing his hands under her knees and moaning along with her as he ground down hard and deep until she was like jelly beneath him. Her straining loins burned, blazing at her mind, overpowering all thought other than that of the magnificent pressure building inside her. His hands were like fluttering angel's wings as they ran over her, creating friction and desire wherever they went. This was loving! This was life!
* * *
Emma Worthington could hear the groaning and moaning, the wet skewering thrusts clearly as she opened the door to her outer office. They were coming from inside ... inside where Brad had been meeting with Mrs. Stilton! As she raced inside, the effects of the formula the Larsen twins had mixed in her juice was already making itself felt, and this, along with her normal thoughts and feelings added to the fact that she was completely ignorant of the fact that the two good-looking thirteen year olds were right behind her. As in an old Bette Davis movie she had seen, whose scenes still lurked in her subconscious, Miss Worthington flung open the door and stood stock-still in horrified dismay.
"Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me, Juanito, darling!" Jennifer Stilton moaned lustfully, just as she had that day on the beach, calling to him with the obscene words that were necessary to describe her great pleasure. "Wonderful! So wonderful! Harder, harder, my darling. Make me yours ... no one but yours!"
Emma Worthington could see the PTA president writhing and panting obscenely, while above her the purplish face of her own dear Brad puffed savagely with each mighty rocking thrust of his loins. Lewdly, they were both dressed--above the waist that is--while below, their naked loins ground lasciviously together, Armstrong's pants and shorts having been thrust down to his knees while Mrs. Stilton's skirt seemed to be completely missing for the moment.
Oblivious of the intruder, Jennifer felt the principal's deeply fucking penis swelling within her like a huge, unrelenting animal, raging and hurtling into her trembling belly, making her loins tingle in the grips of a heavenly dream. Oh, it was fabulous, the most incredible thing she'd ever done. And Jim would never know how much she'd enjoyed the peasant boy's nakedly thrusting loins, how she'd spread her legs so willingly, so wide for him, knowing that he'd fuck her hungrily aching pussy better than it had ever been fucked before!
It was a perfect cover, the perfect solution to this unheard of rape, this degrading humiliation of her private self, for Jennifer could bring back Juanito's touch to the "nth" degree, and it was this depth of feeling, this imprint of a stranger's lust that saved her now. For she was cumming. Yes, she was cumming, and she didn't care that the sand was grating against her nakedly gyrating back. Her lips bared back against perfect white teeth as wordless sounds emanated from somewhere within her. "Mmmmmmmnnn!"
And even as she jerked and bucked upward against him, she could feel his vitally throbbing penis swelling and growing rock-hard, harder than before, deep within her womb. And now it was beginning to pump hot thick sperm far up into her softly quivering belly, even as she felt every portion of her body tense and rise to meet the molten lava with her own blissful passion.
This passion would have remained unspoiled for another few moments at least, as Jennifer's legs went limp, and the principal sprawled heavily on top of her. But Emma Worthington was consumed by fury at the sight of her darling Mr. Armstrong and the beautiful matron fucking on her boss's floor, and what's more, there was a wild pounding in her head and loins that made it impossible to stand still any longer. She ran blindly forward at this point, tearing at her dress, undoing the zipper and pulling the garment hurriedly up over her head. Compulsively, she wriggled out of her new brassiere and the long-line girdle too. Defiantly, the apoplectic secretary kicked her shoes across the room and slid off her stockings. When at last she stood amazingly stark naked before the uncaring couple, she cried out loudly enough for all to hear, "YOU BASTARDS. WHAT ABOUT ME? IF THERE'S ANY FUCKING TO BE DONE AROUND HERE, I'M GETTING MINE, TOO!"
It felt so good to be the object of their attention, to be uttering each ugly, lewd words that the faded redhead continued. Her brain was spinning with a million things she'd always wanted to say and do, and at last, suddenly she had the courage to speak her mind.
"COULDN'T FUCK ME, COULD YOU, BRAD, BUT MRS. STILTON'S PUSSY IS GOOD ENOUGH FOR YOU, EH!" The school principal was staring in utter amazement, coming to some extent to himself, he was astonished to see his secretary's big bobbing breasts and nakedly trembling white thighs above him, while below him, he seemed to have just enjoyed the most delightful erotic moment of his life with Mrs. James Stilton III, who, he recalled, had thoroughly enjoyed it, too!
"Christ, Emma ... what are you doing ... I mean, what the hell is going on?" He rolled regretfully from the limp body of Mrs. Stilton, and as he got to his feet, Emma replied, "DO ME TOO! SUCK MY TITS. FUCK MY CUNT. GIVE IT TO ME UP THE ASS!" She turned lewdly around, displaying the large, work-spread cheeks of her full buttocks. "I'M NO FOOL, BRAD ARMSTRONG! MY CUNT'S BEEN GOOD ENOUGH FOR YOU THIS FAR, AND I'LL BE DAMNED IF I'LL LET YOU GO WITHOUT A FIGHT!"
* * *
The group arrived just in time, the boys thought. They couldn't have timed it more perfectly, really. There was Mr. Boyse the chemistry teacher, Miss Clayton the mathematics teacher, Miss Jackson the unattractive substitute English teacher, and even the gym teacher Mr. Eggerson had seen the notice in the faculty lounge requesting their presence at the principal's office at a specified time. As for the kids, word of mouth had been enough to get them to come, and they straggled in in greater and greater numbers as things progressed.
Most of them were just in time to see Brad Armstrong leaping on top of his naked secretary and throwing her down on top of his desk, scattering papers to the right and left before he began the frantic humping that made Emma Worthington croon and cry, calling him her darling this and her darling that while her legs kicked lewdly out and her hips thrust upward in wanton need of his thickly penetrating penis.
Practically the entire school was there to see Mrs. James Stilton getting to her feet, dazed and scratched, having obviously just been through some great physical ordeal. They saw her seem to get hold of herself, and as Mr. Boyse rushed forward to help, she began to cry.
"A maniac! He's a maniac!" All eyes turned to the humping and thumping couple on top of the desk. "He just raped me! Oh my God, I've got to see my doctor!"
"MOTHER!" Slim Stilton rushed forward to comfort his mother, but he couldn't take his eyes away from the lewd gyrations of the principal and his naked secretary on the desk. Cripes, he thought, didn't think old Worthington and Armstrong had it in them!
"PUT IT TO ME, BABY!" Emma Worthington cried, as Mrs. Stilton was helped half-dressed, out of the office.
"Obviously they've been having some kind of affair," she said quietly. Then, "Come along, son. You're not spending another moment in this horrible school!" But as Jennifer climbed into the back of her limousine, assisted by her chauffeur and followed by her son, she was feeling a dull throb of satisfaction in her loins and still recalling her Mexican lover. Perhaps she should make another trip south of the border ... to calm her nerves.
The next car to pull up in front of the school was the local police van. Lt. Morrisey was to talk for some time afterward of what he'd discovered upon walking into the principal's office at the Scotsdale School. For a couple of middle-aged academic types, Brad and Emma had dutifully impressed the police by the force with which they clung ecstatically together, despite the efforts to separate them by faculty and students alike. It was rumored that they were carried out still joined together, but in reality, they walked to the police van and only continued their salacious activities inside the vehicle. They were handcuffed together, and despite their urgent requests to be freed from the manacles, the attending sergeant refrained. He was sufficiently aroused, however, by the couple to break several regulations there in the back of the van where his partner couldn't see.
As he was to say to himself much later on, after all the charges had been filed, "Whatever they say about that old gal, Emma can sure suck a mean cock--and all the while getting it up the ass from that horny principal!"
Chapter 9
The ski resort seemed unimpressive at first, and Alice Appleton rushed past all the young people who were gathered downstairs in the main hall. She felt self-conscious and ill at ease. After all, she was here to get the good clean air, the total change which she hoped might bring her back to some semblance of her former self.
The nervous brunette unpacked and neatly put her clothes away in the drawers of her room. Outside the bright snow sparkled in the sunshine and small figures could be seen in the distance, sliding down the beginner's slopes. The higher slopes were farther off, and Alice was looking forward to getting to them the following day. Meanwhile, she would get acquainted with the grounds, have an early dinner and go straight to bed. The trip had been tiring, and the young English teacher was already in a weakened state. But all this she hoped to change by the time she left the resort. By the time she returned to Scotsdale School, she would be in top form. She would be the teacher that her students deserved!
After taking a long, hot bath during which she soaked luxuriously the silken surfaces of her milk-white skin, Alice stepped from the deep tub and dried herself with a big fluffy towel. Already she felt much better, and getting hungry as a wolf! At first the young teacher contemplated having her dinner sent up to her room, but she was feeling so much better that she decided that she would go down to the dining hall. A pamphlet on the dresser told her that dinner was being served at 7:30. Carefully she dressed, putting on a simple dress of beige wool that covered her ample figure completely, but still made her look beautiful. Then after making sure there were no runs in her stockings, she put on her brown high-heeled pumps and turned about, examining herself in the full length mirror. She looked fine, she decided. It was the perfect thing to wear for the occasion.
Then she sat down and leafed through a magazine while waiting for the time to go downstairs. The magazine was one of several left in the room, and she had chosen it because it was one she had never read before. A man's magazine, it had a pretty girl on the cover dressed up in a white jumpsuit. She was supposed to be skiing, but judging from the fact that her breasts were nakedly thrust through two circular openings in the front of the jumpsuit, Alice deduced that the pretty blonde was in a studio rather than on the slopes. Curiously the young teacher turned the pages, becoming more and more engrossed by the sensual images she found inside. There were actually pictures of people nakedly making love! Also, when she started reading one of the stories, Alice had to put it down because it contained so many four letter words. Obviously, she realized, she had been leading a very sheltered life up until now. There was a new attitude toward sex in the world, one of which she had not even been aware, tucked away as she was at the Scotsdale School.
She read a whole section of letters to the editor which contained requests from readers for advice, and one in particular caught her eye:
"My wife and I have a wonderful and satisfying sexual relationship, and we have tried just about everything we can think of to whet our considerable appetites. The other evening at a dinner party another couple, old friends of ours, seemed to be coming on to us, and for the first time we visualized them not just as old friends, but as exciting sexual partners. My wife and I discussed the idea after the friends had left, and we both decided that we would be very interested in taking them up on what appears to be an invitation to swap sex. How do you think we should let them know that we are more than ready to participate in a foursome?"
It was certainly the most unusual thing that Alice had ever read in any magazine, and the answer was even more startling:
"Call your friends and invite them to dinner again, this time making it clear that you're inviting them for more than the usual fare. Several large bottles of champagne, some soft slow dance music and low lighting should then accomplish both your friends' and your own designs. Good luck!"
Alice thought that she ought to put the magazine down, but she couldn't seem to tear her eyes away from its shocking contents. It was like getting a whole new sexual education just reading it! By the time she had read about three quarters of the slick magazine, Alice felt as though she had been given a whole new outlook on life. All of her misadventures at Scotsdale School could be looked at with a new perspective.
As Alice brushed her long dark hair before the mirror, she was very thoughtful. With each stroke of the brush in her glossy tresses, new meaning dawned upon the pretty young woman. Perhaps the reason for her strange lapses was merely due to all those years of repression. She had made herself ill by removing herself from the world of sensuality around her! Abruptly, Alice decided to leave her hair down, instead of pinning it up the way she usually did. Her hair seemed to be a symbol of that very repression which had caused her to go so very far astray! Common sense dictated that she must strive to lead a normal life, rather than the prim stultifying existence that she had led since her tragic relationship with Martin which had eventually caused her to go off the deep end, right in the middle of the school term!
Alice blushed at the memory of all she had done, but for the first time since the odd lapses had begun she had a sense of real hope. Something she could really cling to! By setting up a real relationship with a man, someone nice and pleasant, she would be able to re-establish the chemical balance within her system.
Her dark hair glistened with life as Alice put the magazine on her bed, promising herself to finish it when she returned from dinner.
"Heavens!" she cried, looking at her watch. It's almost eight o'clock!" Before she had been so hungry she couldn't wait, and the magazine had made her forget that completely. Now Miss Appleton had a hunger of a different kind. She wanted to have a boyfriend, just like any other normal young woman her age!
Perhaps something of her decision showed in her walk as Alice made her way down the wide stairway that led to the lounge and the dining room. In any case, she felt a new assurance in her beauty, and a new desire to be admired. She congratulated herself silently for the good fortune of having picked up that magazine. "All I needed was a little help, a little advice," she thought.
It seemed as though all eyes turned toward her as she entered the dining room. Men as well as women looked up with interest as Alice stood poised in the doorway. A young man came to greet her.
"Hi," he said casually, "I'm something of a Maitre d' around here. My name's Sandy. May I call you Alice?"
Alice was startled that the young man knew her name, and then she realized that it was in the hotel register, of course, and that it was probably resort policy to try to get every one on a first name basis.
Alice smiled back, noticing what nice teeth Sandy had. "Oh yes. That's fine with me," she replied. Suddenly, it seemed as if it was all going to be very easy. It was nice to be free and easy and informal.
"Come right over here; I've just the seat for you!" Sandy declared, and Alice followed him through the crowded tables toward a corner seat by a window. There were already three other people sitting at the table, and as Alice approached, she saw them look at her with appraising eyes. The two men and a young woman greeted her in a friendly manner, however, and as she sat down, Alice thought that Sandy had made a good choice of tables for her.
During dinner, the trio chatted with her in a casual way that made Alice feel right at home. The girl named Sherry was pretty and a blonde, and she reminded Alice a little of the girl on the cover of the men's magazine she'd been reading. As for the men, the one named Jim seemed to he Sherry's boyfriend, the way they were looking at each other, and the other ... Alice's heart beat a little faster at the thought, seemed completely unattached. Besides that, he was much better looking than the man Sherry was interested in and--what's more--seemed very attentive and interested in her!
The dark-haired young man was called Henri, and he was a French Canadian, a doctor, interning at the Medical Institute in San Francisco. Alice was very impressed, never having met a doctor socially before, and she was pleased when Henri seemed impressed with her own status as a private teacher in a boy's school.
Alice felt a certain trouble whenever her eyes met the dark thickly lashed eyes of the young intern, and she couldn't help thinking that he was just perfect. Her stay at the resort would be a pleasant and exciting one as well as one that would put her on the road to health.
"Allow me to show you around after dinner," Henri said in his thickly accented English. It was a deep and charming voice that sent shivers of delight up and down Alice's spine. She noticed that Sherry and her friend Jim were sitting very close to each other as they all had their coffee and brandy. So it was no surprise to Alice when, arm in arm, they wandered away from the table, seemingly lost in each other.
The contented English teacher looked at Henri's fine profile as he drank the last of his brandy, a prominent but beautifully shaped nose, sensuous lips and a strong chin that spoke of his character. Alice, too, wanted to have that same distracted look that had lit up Sherry's face, and she thought it would be easy to look at the young intern that way. Very easy indeed.
The walk around the extensive grounds of the resort proved to be very interesting. The number of activities available to the clientele was amazing. There were films to be seen, a bowling alley with its own bar, indoor tennis courts, an old fashioned ice cream parlor where Alice and Henri stopped to have hot fudge sundaes. Later on they went to the small cocktail lounge where a piano player dispensed liquid melodious music, and they drank hot buttered rums and told each other brief and edited versions of their life stories.
In short, Alice Appleton was having a wonderful time. By the time the young medical intern escorted her to the crowded discotheque, the twenty-three year old brunette was feeling on top of the world. She observed the other young women there, all of them attractive, glowing fine specimens of modern young womanhood. It was clear that none of them had complexes of the sort that had marred Alice's life for the past few years. And Alice wanted desperately to be as much like the pretty "snow bunnies" as possible. Therefore, when Henri's knee pressed close to hers beneath the small table, and when his hand stroked hers gently as though in a questioning manner, Alice displayed no gesture of shock or refusal. She would betray no signs of the horrid nervousness that had driven her to distraction, driven her to the terrible displays of overt sexuality at the Scotsdale School. No, but she would try to find that happy medium between total repression and uncontrollable desire!
"There're Sherry and Jim," Henri said, nodding in the direction of the dance floor.
"Don't they look nice together!" Alice declared. Sherry was a good head taller than Jim, but nevertheless, the couple had something about them that "clicked." Alice was lost in admiration for her new friends as she watched them dancing smoothly together to the longest set of dance music she'd ever heard.
"We could look like that," Henri suggested. His eyes were a deep velvety black as Alice looked at him. Already he was rising and taking her with him toward the dance floor, and then she felt his arms around her, his strong lean body hard against her softness as they swayed together, their bodies making a mounting interior music that created a building excitement in Alice's loins.
* * *
"So you read "Mating" magazine!" Henri picked up the men's magazine from Alice's bed and began to leaf through it.
Alice blushed. She was feeling the effects of all the drinks she and Henri had had in the discotheque. Then she decided to reply boldly. After all, she was an adult, and she had made new decisions about the course of her life. No sense in breaking down now, just when it looked as if she was winning out against the puritanical principles that had led to her recent downfall!
"Yes, Yes I do." she said, "Well, it was here when I came. And I must say I found it very interesting."
"Like those naked girls?"
"Uh ... well, some of them are very pretty. There were some naked men, too." Then Alice felt herself really turning a bright crimson. It seemed like an open invitation to Henri to take off his clothes. But she was pleased when he didn't pick up on the statement and instead changed the subject completely.
"Say, I'm not sleepy at all; are you?"
"Well, no ... but it is quite late, I think," she was trying to look at her watch, but her vision was blurred, and she gave up.
"Tell you what, I'll go get some drinks. Too late for room service, but there's always a way around this place."
"Well, I don't know."
But Henri took her gently up in his arms and kissed her with such tenderness combined, that the dark haired teacher felt herself melting against his strong young body. "Yes, some drinks would be nice," she agreed breathlessly when he finally let her loose.
Henri blew her another kiss and exited rapidly. When he was gone, Alice felt terribly alone. Suddenly, she had to think about everything, the prospect of his coming back, of what might--what would--happen between them that night. Should she change her clothes or not? Alice paced nervously about the room and then paused and looked out the window. The night lights illuminated the grounds below. She felt a loneliness inside her that made the moment extremely melancholy. Yes, she would change from her dress into something else, the beautiful young teacher decided.
When at last a soft knock came at the door, Alice was clad in a softly clinging gown of pink silk, and beneath her naked body it quivered with each motion she made, creating a shining shimmery effect that enhanced her already considerable beauty.
"How lovely you look!" Henri declared, and Alice was glad she had put on the provocative gown.
The glasses tinkled pleasantly as Henri put them down, and on his arm were the bucket of ice, a towel, and in the bucket a large bottle of champagne. The champagne was so easy to drink that Alice allowed Henri to pour five or six glasses for both of them, which they sipped between long warm kisses. As they were both sitting on the bed, Alice felt herself wanting more and more to lie down. It was growing increasingly difficult to remain upright.
Finally, she lay back upon the pillow, and as Henri put his glass down on the nearby dresser, he stretched himself out over her reclining figure, speaking softly in her ear.
"I want you, Alice. You know that!"
Alice shuddered. He was so close. "Yes, yes, I know!" She wanted to add, And I want you too. All of me wants you! But she was silent. It was so hard to talk anyway, and now his tongue was so hot and wet in her mouth, his hands moving surely and easily over the soft curves of her willing body!
Henri looked down at the quivering young woman beneath him. He let his eyes roam at will upon the open cleavage of her soft silk gown. The smooth cream-white swell of her nakedly exposed breasts showed clearly, and he began to touch them, feeling their soft firmness mold to his hands. Freeing one from the material of the dressing gown, he bent to suck upon the throbbing little nipple, feeling Alice shiver beneath him. She was an exciting one! he thought. Just the type he liked. There was something fine in her, a hesitation that excited him. The swinging resort life was obviously a little new to her, but she was ready to learn! Well, he'd teach her a few things. She wouldn't be the first chick to learn a whole new variety of tricks from Doctor Henri!
"Take this off!" he announced, sure of himself now.
"Oh!" Alice replied. But she needn't have said anything, for Henri began to strip her of the peach-colored material, pulling it down until she lay naked and defenseless beneath his lustful gaze. His fingers moved, creating hot sparks of lust along Alice's yielding flesh, tracing desire along all the heated silk surfaces of her trembling body.
Take me! Alice thought. Oh take me!
Henri left her for a brief moment, and while Alice closed her eyes discreetly, she heard the unmistakable rustle of his clothing being removed. Soon! Soon his hard-throbbing rod of flesh would be insinuating itself deep into her warmly waiting vaginal slit!
But just as she was sure he was returning to her, the aroused young teacher heard something.
"What ... what was that?" she asked. The sound came again. It was without any doubt, a knock at the door! Alice sat up, drawing her gown from where it lay crumpled on the bed beside her, as she instinctively sought to cover her nakedness.
To her horror, she saw that Henri was going toward the door. The sight of his strong naked buttocks moving away from her startled her and made her feel that something had gone wrong somehow.
"What are you doing?" she asked in a piercing voice.
Henri poised with his hand on the doorknob. "Why, somebody's knocking. I was going to answer!" he replied, as though it were the most normal thing in the world.
"But, Henri, I don't have anything on. Why, it could be anyone."
"Well, if it's someone you don't know, I'll just send them away!" Henri said, his voice carrying an unmistakable inflection of mirth.
"DON'T!" But Alice saw that it was already too late, even as she was scrambling off the bed, intending to flee into the bathroom. Henri opened the door and greeted whoever it was, and then they were coming into the room!
"Look, darling; it's Sherry, and she's brought Jim along!"
It was true. Her eyes showing the terror and confusion she felt, Alice looked up to see the handsome couple entering the room.
"Oh, no," she stammered, "You mustn't ... you mustn't come in now ... I've got to ..."
"Don't worry," Sherry said. "We're just part of the family! You look lovely. Doesn't she, Jim?" The tall blonde girl turned to her lover for confirmation. Jim was clearly enjoying the glimpses that he could get of Alice's vulnerable nakedness. "I'll say!" he replied enthusiastically. Henri moved back to the bed, and put a deceptively protective arm around Alice.
"See--it's just a little party, darling. We'll have a good time!"
Alice watched with alarm as the others helped themselves to champagne. They were talking excitedly to each other for a moment, ignoring the obvious fact that she wanted them to leave, as though they did such things all the time! Henri's arm around her shoulder was far from reassuring, and the steady stream of comforting words that the French speaking Canadian whispered in her ear did nothing to help the situation.
As she sat wondering what to do, the letter in the magazine came back to her. Henri expected her to participate in some kind of orgy! It was perhaps a very ordinary thing in such resort circles. Here she had been hoping for an ordinary affair, and she put herself right in the middle of what Mating Magazine had termed "swinging singles!"
"Oh God!" she said aloud, realization of the full ramifications of the strange trio in her small room reaching her consciousness.
"You'll have a wonderful time, my cherie!" Henri said unctuously, and for the first time, Alice noticed what terrible teeth he had.
"But I don't want that kind of good time!" she replied indignantly. "I want a plain ordinary evening with just one person!"
If only they knew what I've been through! she thought with dismay. But of course she wouldn't tell them; they would only be all the more convinced that she would want to go along with their perverted desires!
"Oh, come on now!" Henri said. She was developing a distinct dislike for him. Why hadn't she noticed before how sallow his skin was?
"Never!" Alice declared. "Now I want you all to leave, please!"
Henri's face grew purplish. He looked at Alice with anger. He'd set the whole thing up a short while earlier, certain that Alice would go along. His friends, Sherry and Jim, were all for a little excitement and had willingly agreed to a foursome. They had often participated in foursomes as well as threesomes and moresomes with Henri and knew that he was a most desirable bed-partner. And now Henri felt that his reputation as well as a certain kind of "honor" were at stake, and he decided he wasn't going to let Alice get away with it. "Silly bitch!" he declared, suddenly reversing his smooth tactics.
"What's going on!" Sherry asked pleasantly, approaching the bed. "You don't really want us to leave, sweetie, do you?"
"Yes!" Alice replied. Sherry was now sitting on the bed beside her, centering the nervous brunette between herself and Henri.
"But you came to the resort for a little fun, didn't you? A little something different?" Sherry asked. Alice could smell the other woman's heady perfume. She tried to shake off Henri's arm, but as she did, he held her tighter around the shoulders so that she couldn't move. Beside her, Sherry smiled knowingly.
"You wouldn't want to miss Henri. He's something special. Can go on for hours!"
"Hey, what about me?" Jim said. He was standing in front of them, fiddling impatiently with his belt. "Hey, is this show going to get on the road or not? If not, Sherry and I can go make it in her room, or mine for that matter!"
"Don't be so impatient!" Henri snapped. "Of course it's going to happen. Alice here just doesn't know how good it can be with more than one person!"
The irony of his words made Alice want to cry. Tears sprang to her eyes at the realization that she was once more so very far from the innocent love that she had originally hoped to have with her long lost boyfriend, Martin.
"Yeah, don't be in such a rush, Jim!" Sherry added. "She's just a little nervous. I was a little nervous, too, my first time!"
"That was a long time ago!" Jim replied.
"So what?" Sherry's eyes flashed in brief anger.
Henri realized he had to take things in hand rapidly, or his whole evening would deteriorate into a stupid brawl.
"Listen," he said, "You can convince her, Sherry! Jim and I can stay out of it until she's ready. How about that?"
"What ... oh you mean you want me to ..."
"Yes. Don't tell me you don't like it. I've seen you in action too many times!" Henri replied. Alice listened in horror as they talked about her as though she weren't even a human being.
"This is obscene!" she announced. "You've got to get out of here! And now!"
But the others only laughed at her, and suddenly it seemed to Alice that they were all of one accord, instead of squabbling clients of the resort. They were all bent on making her do what Henri wanted.
Sherry was stripping off her clothes, and Jim was already totally naked before her, his chunky penis bobbing lewdly in full erection.
"Did you ever make it with a woman?" Sherry asked, whispering close to Alice's ear.
Alice jumped. "NO!" she replied, "God, no!" Of all the terrible things she had done, this was one area she had not experienced. She cringed at the thought. If there was anything she did not want to do, it was "make it" with another woman!
"It's nice," Sherry said simply, letting her fingernails trace shivery little lines along Alice's bare arm. Alice was still trying to hold the silk gown up over her, but it was difficult with them surrounding her this way. Henri's fingers were drifting down toward her breasts, and now so were Sherry's!
"I don't care if it's nice or not," Alice declared. "I don't want to do it; don't you understand???"
"Of course you do!" Sherry replied firmly.
"Yes, of course!" Jim and Henri echoed. "NOW START IN!" Henri commanded.
"Okay!" Sherry said. "Listen, Henri, you've got to help me though. You too, Jim! Get her down on her back at least!"
"No ... no!" Alice pleaded. But no one listened. Together they forced her back upon the bed, and the covering protection of her gown was whisked away and she lay, totally uncovered, lewdly spread-eagled upon the bed. All three of them peered at her gem-like nakedness, and Alice turned her head away with shame, letting the tears flow freely down onto the pillow.
Her head ached and chills spread throughout her nakedly exposed body. She could feel Sherry moving close to her and closed her eyes tightly, not wanting to see the statuesque blonde who wanted to make perverse love to her. She felt more disturbed than she had ever been and knew that there was no use in fighting them. The easiest way now would be to get it over with!
"Get between her legs!" Henri ordered.
"Sure, sure!" Sherry replied. "I know what to do!"
Henri watched Sherry's smooth white buttocks presented lewdly up to him as she knelt in between the young teacher's widespread thighs.
"That's right, honey; don't fight it!" Sherry cooed, and Henri said, "Yes, she's getting used to the idea of it. Don't worry; she'll love it."
"Who wouldn't love Sherry?" Jim asked, speaking to no one in particular. She was his girl, after all, he thought, resenting Henri's taking over the way he was. He watched with pride as Sherry moved over Alice. He could feel his hard-on growing in proportion as Alice cringed in horror. Sherry's fingers were touching her tender, pinkly splayed vaginal lips. The young blonde's fingers began to explore the fully revealed furrow of Alice's soft warm hair-trimmed cunt, making searing contact with every smooth surface of the sensitively responding flesh. With a tentative, but expert touch, Sherry's thumb smoothed over and around Alice's tiny sensation-filled clitoris as the middle finger of her other hand began to slip into the tightly clenched circle of the moaning brunette's vagina.
"NNNNoooo!" Alice groaned.
"Yeah, touch her clit!" Henri said, unnecessarily, for Sherry was proceeding without having to be told what to do. Henri lewdly fondled his own hotly stiffening cock as he watched the two women locked obscenely on the bed.
"Relax, honey, you're too tense," Sherry said. "Come on, I'm not as rough as some of the fellas. Am I now?"
Alice groaned. Certainly, she had never sunk this low before! But she wanted it to be over. Anything to get it over and have them out of her room!
"I don't mind!" she said bravely. "Do what you like!"
"We will; don't worry!" Jim replied for the group. God! His chick was magnificent, he thought. What a woman! Sherry's voluptuously swaying breasts brushed against Alice's open thighs as Sherry began to sway over the prone girl, and Jim could see the nipples hardening at the contact with Alice's helplessly captivated flesh. He watched his girl friend warming up to her lewd task, her shamefully probing middle finger now working all the way up inside Alice's acquiescing young pussy, worming high between those invitingly open thighs. Eventually Sherry had wedged her entire naked body between those scissored-open thighs as she stretched out upon the bed, her own long legs dangling over the edge because there was not enough room.
"She's really getting wet now!" the lust-driven blonde announced, writhing with her own pleasure as she felt the other woman beginning to respond. Sherry rubbed her breasts upward so that they could touch the nakedly hair-lined slit of the brunette being held on the bed. A woman was so nice, she thought. Maybe even nicer than a man. Sometimes anyway! So soft and wet, she thought to herself as she twisted and teased her fingers upward within the tightly contracting cuntal passage of the full-breasted teacher.
Then the moment came that Sherry was hoping for. A definite shiver of delight coursed through Alice's exposed body, and Sherry shivered in response. It was going to be good! Even though the two men were watching, it was going to be as if they were alone in the room on the bed. Defenseless on the bed, Alice began to moan with delight, feeling her tingling pussy respond to the gently moving fingers high up inside her. There was something so different about the other woman's touch that she couldn't help responding to it. It was awakening a whole new set of desires inside her!
With a small grunt of unwilling surrender, Alice suddenly relaxed her legs and involuntarily stretched them still wider apart.
She opened her eyes and found herself looking directly into the other woman's eyes.
Sherry smiled, and without moving her fingers from their high position within Alice's seeping pussy, let herself down upon the moaning brunette, feeling her breasts pressing warmly against Alice's warmly trembling mounds.
The feel of the other woman's breasts on her own, coupled with the mounting excitement within her besieged vaginal walls made Alice sigh. She was enjoying it!
It was awful, but fighting it only made the lustful sensations within her tingling belly grow more intense. Now Alice only wanted to feel more and more of the girl's fingers thrusting high inside her softly clasping pussy! Helplessly, she writhed in a combination of humiliation and lust. She turned her head away again to avoid Sherry's eyes but responded with her body, making it clear that she wanted more.
"Great going, Sherry! She's turning on. Look at her go!" Henri declared.
"Do I need you to tell me that?" Sherry asked bluntly, shoving a second finger up into her dark-haired captive's passion-drenched cunt.
"Yeah, Sherry's an expert!" Jim said. Both men were fondling their rock-hard penises, smoothing back the flushed skin and arching their aching members with pained expressions of lust on their faces.
Jim wanted to move in and fuck Sherry from behind while she was doing it with Alice, but he knew that they were supposed to let the two women alone, for a while anyway. As long as Henri didn't make a move, he would stay out of it too, Jim decided. He couldn't tear his eyes away from the sensually stimulating play that the two women were indulging in. Alice's unwilling, yet definite yielding to the intimate touches of his girlfriend ignited a flame of desire in his loins that made his lust-swollen cock clamor painfully for satiation. Two luscious women writhing passionately together on a bed was one helluva sight! Maybe Henri wasn't such a bad director after all!
Henri could feel a definite ache in his testicles as his fingers moved up and down the blood-thickened shaft of his cock. The lubricated tip of his member pulsed licentiously, and he could hardly wait. In a little while, he'd be fucking both of the girls. The night was going to be a success. And it was all the more exciting because the good-looking brunette teacher had resisted at first. He knew he'd pegged her right though. She was really going at it now.
Strangled gasps of pleasure escaped from between Alice's tightly clenched teeth as her tormented young body twisted and flailed in helpless submission on the bed. Her passion-flooded pussy was just about at the point of climax.
Sherry could feel the unmistakable signs.
"CUM!" she whispered hoarsely to the other woman. "Cum against my fingers. Let me feel you cum!"
"OOOOOoooooh yesssss!" Alice moaned. "Yessss ... I willl!" She gave herself up with a shattering certainty to Sherry's obscenely worming fingers, at last at a breaking point where she was no longer aware of the two gaping men in the room. On and on it went, and the obscenely exciting fingers moved deeper and deeper, slipping ever upward against her climaxing cuntal walls.
"Noooowwww! Now ... I'm cumming now!" she coughed out. It was happening, flooding her mind, her soul and body, and especially her wildly thrilled pussy with mind-shattering pleasure.
"MMMMMMMmmm!!! MMMmmmmm ..." she moaned, realizing that this sensation was one which she would want to know again and again. No matter how lewd and perverse it was!
Still moaning, her body trembling from the subsiding storm of violent orgasmic release, Alice nodded assent, as the others moved in. The two men could hold back no longer. Nobody had asked her, but she nodded anyway. Why not, after all?
Chapter 10
Alice smiled when she saw the old school. It was like coming home again, she thought as she entered the big downstairs hall. Even though she knew there would be changes, it was still good to be back.
The skiing she'd done up in the mountains, the nice friendly mountain hotel with its young clientele, all seemed far away now, as she began to look for familiar faces. Several boys said hello to her as she made her way to the new principal's office, and Alice was already looking forward to her first class the next day. Her pretty dark hair hung to her shoulders now, and there was a light touch of mascara on the long eyelashes that shadowed her bright blue eyes. The twenty-three year old's dress was pink, and its soft jersey material clung enticingly to the generously proportioned curves of her young body.
None of this was lost on the new principal, Mr. Bill Davidson. As Alice sat across from the young man, he could feel that there would be a close relationship between himself and the charming English teacher. The way she smiled at him, and the way her hand lingered in his as she said good-bye were indications to the handsome new principal that his own charm was not completely lost on Miss Appleton. The tall blonde man held the door open for Alice, and sniffed appreciatively at her perfume before she exited. "Mmmmmm, Ma Griffe?" he asked, raising his eyebrows.
"Why yes!" Alice was pleasantly surprised. Mr. Davidson was disturbingly close. She could smell his cologne. "Vetiver?" she asked, realizing that both were made by the same French company.
"That's right," Bill replied.
"We have a lot in common, Mr. Davidson," Alice said smiling. She moved on past Mr. Davidson's male secretary, who smiled at her broadly, a refreshing change from the sour Miss Worthington. As she left the outer office, Alice could sense both their eyes upon her smoothly swaying buttocks, but she closed the door without turning around. She had the distinct feeling that she would be seeing plenty of the new principal before long.
She moved easily through the halls, making her way to the faculty wing, greeting her fellow teachers, including Mr. Boyse.
"You're back, Alice. God, it's good to see you again! I haven't stopped thinking about you for a moment since you've been gone!"
"Eat your heart out, Ed!" she told the startled chemistry teacher, and leaving him gaping as she continued on, she giggled happily to herself.
That time spent up on the ski slopes had been so good for her. It had enabled her to see everything in perspective, and she'd never felt more sure of herself, more positive about life. Life had been a chore before, and only her books and her career had helped her to get through it. Well, that was all changed now. A man had almost wrecked her life once--Martin, her first lover. But now she knew a lot about men. She'd seen to that. There'd been quite a few that she'd invited to her bed, up there in the mountains. She'd lain on the big double bed, nakedly reclining, looking out at the fresh fallen snow of the slopes, a snow-tanned male figure always by her side, or sometimes behind her, over her, under her.
Savoring their lean and lanky bodies had been a pleasurable study, like no other she'd undertaken, and she'd learned in an almost oriental manner how to please and be pleased by a man. There had been another woman, too, in addition to Sherry--the pretty daughter of the lodge manager. Only sixteen, blonde and blue-eyed, but no novice. Certainly her soft tongue-kisses and caresses had been knowledgeable enough, and she had been the one to teach Alice the true delights of feminine love. Later, with her male lovers, Alice had found her sensual experiences with the other woman an enhancement of her erotic possibilities. There were deeper and better orgasms, more orgasms, and longer orgasms lurking within her that she hadn't known about before, and which she could now bring out at will. What's more there were total and partial orgasms, breast tingling orgasms for example, and kissing orgasms where the only touching portions were two mouths joined together in ecstasy.
But Alice was far from the slopes now, and she knew that although she would always have pleasant memories of that time, her life would never ever be quite like that again. She had not forgotten her dedication to her students, and the rewards of the academic life were still important to the raven-haired beauty.
As she opened the door to her apartment, however, Alice was not so much thinking of the books she had left behind, but of other things. The apartment was dark and cool and Alice felt a heightened sense of anticipation as her fingers groped for the light switch on the wall to her left. Before she found it, however, something else found her.
In the dark a hand was slipping up under her dress, while another was moving at her breasts, crawling inside the top of her dress to reach the nakedness of her brassiere-free breasts. Underneath, she wore no panties at all, only the briefest of lacy garterbelts to hold up her stockings, and now as the intimate touches continued, she pressed her back against the door to close it, and spread her legs wide.
Little hums of delight tumbled from her throat, and she could hear tiny grunts of pleasure from those who were touching her.
"My boys!" the returning English teacher gasped, as small adolescent fingers wriggled up into the willingly spread aperture of her pulsating vagina, spreading the silky dark hair and moving with delightful friction in a knowing manner that made her want to cry out with pleasure. Her breasts were aching and sore as the other fingers kneaded the hard little pebbles of her excited nipples, pinching and rubbing until she thought she would go mad!
"Miss Appleton!" Tim and Bennie Larsen knew that this was one of the happiest moments of their lives. The nakedly pulsing cunt and breasts of the beautiful young English teacher were right there at their fingers. Slowly they undressed the young woman, and there in the darkness, she lay down with them, feeling their own naked satyr-like bodies rubbing and pressing smoothly over her own. She could feel their young cocks touching her everywhere, sliding up between her full breasts while other hands held them close, sliding between her armpits while she writhed luxuriously on the floor of her apartment, moving into the indentation of her belly button while she made her stomach alternately hard and soft to tantalize them. Other things touched her, too, and Alice realized that the boys had brought along other things to tease her with.
"You little devils!" she scolded, and then she moaned out loud, for she felt something warm and wet and wonderful worming up into her slippery vagina. It certainly wasn't the two teenagers' penises, for those she held lovingly in her hands. It was a strange shape that she could not figure out, but it was long and lean and hard and soft at the same time. It penetrated and wiggled its way upward within her quivering cuntal passage, assisted by the two boys' hands, and despite her curiosity, she writhed downward to meet its licentious thrust. The uneven side of it rubbed and tickled at her tender insides, inflaming her already raging pussy, and making her croon out with desire. Faster and faster, the twins fucked into their pretty English teacher, welcoming her back to school in their own fashion with this present they'd made especially for her. And now that she was moaning lustfully enough, they knew it was time to add the second feature. The double-sized instrument when turned about in the dark was able to begin a two-pronged attack upon both of Alice's erotically stimulating orifices. Her already tried anus gave way readily, and there was only the slightest squeak of pain from the happily dazed twenty-three year old, as she felt both her softly seeping cunt and her tightly clenching anus filled snugly with the oddly shaped foreign object.
But there was more. Although she could not see them in the dark, Alice could make out the thirteen year old siblings' shadowy outlines as they moved against her. They were turning, even while their hands manipulated the skillfully churning object inside her. They were fucking her magnificently with it, even while they knelt over her face, supporting themselves on their knees while facing each other they dipped the slender staffs of their throbbing hard young penises toward her willingly parted lips.
"Can you take them both at once?" Tim asked in a strangled voice, but he already had the answer. As he clung to his brother for support, both their desire-hardened cocks were licked and sucked and finally engulfed in the widening cavity of Miss Appleton's tender mouth.
For as long as they could keep their balance, they dipped and churned their own boyish cocks into the obscene wet opening that seemed to want to gobble them up, and then while they felt Alice cumming for the first time, they too spent the dual build-up of their sperm deep into her gasping throat.
But then it was time to rest a moment, amid Alice's sighs of contentment, and their own choked cries of fulfillment. Tenderly, they removed the object they'd created in art class, after hours, of course, and with the permission of the art teacher. Then Tim lit a candle that they'd brought along for the occasion, and in the flickering light, Alice examined the thing that had given her so much pleasure only seconds before.
To her amazement, it proved to be a statue, or rather two statues, each about seven inches long and joined at the feet. Made out of a specially treated latex that had been carefully dipped and redipped, the statues were amazing replicas of the twins and included every life-like detail, including miniature penises that stuck out, and which Alice could now recall feeling along the insides of her seething inner walls.
"They're beautiful, boys! Just beautiful!" Alice sighed, thinking of the genius that the twins possessed. But her eyes were already glazed again, and she knew just why she had had to return to Scotsdale School for Boys. Miss Appleton knew as she drew the young boys to her, that she could never, ever leave the twins, not until they graduated anyway, and after that ... well, time would tell. Meanwhile, however, the young teacher stretched her lithe naked form out upon the floor, and gathered them both between her legs.
The boys each straddled one of her shapely thighs, and working together as they always did, pressed their two cocks together and began to push. Up, up into the snugness of the lovely teacher's hair-trimmed cunt, fervently slipped the two boys' virile young cocks, making the size of one outsized male penis, until Alice began to cry from happiness. Rhythmically, fervently, the two youngsters were able to fuck her simultaneously, giving her the most intense sensation she had ever known. Her straining vaginal passage could feel the twin staffs, each with its thickly throbbing head, reaching for the heights of her womb, reaching to conquer her as no one ever had before.
Still fluidly directing the amorous choreography, the twins rolled over on their sides, with Alice sandwiched between their slender young bodies. This way their rhythmically thrusting penises still entered her flowering vagina, but deeper, much deeper! Rivulets of perspiration covered their nakedly glistening bodies as they continued their loving embrace. Again and again, Alice felt her young pupils bring her to a dizzying climax, each orgasm somehow topping the last in some subtle way.
Still tasting the pungent tang of their seminal fluids in her mouth, the excited young English teacher felt enchanting ripples of sensual pleasure coursing through her wildly tingling flesh. While kissing Tim, she ground her nakedly thrusting ass-cheeks backward against Bennie's battering body.
When dawn finally sent it shafts of light into the windows of the small apartment, and the twins and their teacher were still intertwined, Alice whispered to them, "this is what I was born for! This is why I came back. You boys have made me what I am today!"
The boys sensed that they would never have any further use of their special formula, not so long as Miss Appleton loved them and they loved Miss Appleton!
The End
Epilogue
Don Larsen sat on the sofa and opened the letter with great anticipation. He turned to the pretty young blonde beside him. Smiling, he patted her hand, beginning to read out loud:
Dear Dad,
We were so glad to receive your letter and especially the picture of Julie. We're happier than you'll ever know that you decided to get married again. Can't wait to welcome Julie (or should we say "Mom"?) with open arms.
School is great, doing especially well in English this term. See you both at vacation time.
Love and kisses to you and "Mom"!
Your devoted twins,
Tim and Bennie."
"You see! I told you, you had nothing to worry about. You and the boys will get on fine!" Don was very pleased with the letter. The school seemed to be doing wonders for the twins.
"Such sweet boys!" Julie cried. "Oh Don, I can't wait to get to know them!"
At Scotsdale School for Boys, Tim taped the picture of their new stepmother up on the wall in their room.
"You know," Tim said reflectively. "I'll bet her pussy looks a lot like Dad's old wife Carolyn's did."
"Yeah," replied Bennie, thoughtfully. "I'll bet it does."
