Teaching is a profession for the dedicated. However there is more than one type of dedication. One takes the form of making available as much material as possible and leaving it for the student to learn or not, weeding out the failures on a statistical basis, with no thought of which students fail or pass, only that a certain number succeed and are able to compete with graduates of other systems for scholarships and honors in various colleges.
Another type of dedicated teacher works individually with each student, bringing the student to his own level of attainment and instilling in him a love of learning and an interest in helping himself.
Two such diverse types are the focal point of Teacher's Lesson by Grace Wilkinson. Here we find Judy Turner, a beautiful young teacher who is dedicated to helping each of her students fulfill him or herself. In her five years at Old Paramus, a one-room school house, she has won the love and respect of all her students as well as heir parents. And she hopes some day to have her own private school where she can utilize the benefit of what she has learned from teaching in what is generally considered an outmoded structure.
Nonetheless, a conflict ensues when her school district gets a new superintendent. Archibald Feather is an ambitious man, and he immediately focuses on Old Paramus as an antiquated eyesore in an otherwise progressive school system. He sees Judy Turner as a rebel and a maverick, wasting the school district's funds where they could be better utilized for the entire system.
There is little question who will be the victor in the struggle that follows. Archibald Feather is a reasonable man, and he has all the arguments of reason on his side: efficiency, thrift, progress, conformity. Judy Turner's arguments are based on her heart. She loves her school and the students. Furthermore, she is innocent to the ways of the world. Her total sexual experience at the age of twenty-six is zero.
It is her misfortune to witness the sexual activity of two of her young students. She is shocked, and she immediately relates the incident to the boy's father, Larry Williams, a widower whom she has dated on several occasions. Instead of sharing her shock and sympathizing with her, Larry seduces her, virtually raping her. The young teacher is horrified, but at the same time, she becomes increasingly aware of her own neglected sexual needs.
Archibald Feather, being a perceptive to say nothing of ruthless man, senses the young teacher's needs and he sets up various strategies to involve Judy Turner in unwanted but irresistible sexuality.
In the end, the reasonable approach of Archibald Feather prevails with the school board, but it no longer matters to Judy Turner, for she has, through various incidents, become virtually a new woman a woman no longer dedicated to teaching, but a full, well rounded woman in various other ways.
The conflict of the two types of educational dedication, along with the gradual, often painful, sexual awakening of a young woman, make for a gripping story.
We, the Publishers, are certain that the mature adult reader will welcome Teacher's Lesson as a valuable addition to his library.
-The Publishers
CHAPTER ONE
The ball sped high in a wide curve through the brilliant blue of the September sky, and a roar went up from the young throats. Meadow birds squawked excitedly and flapped their wings frantically above the rough dirt diamond laid out on the playground that had been dug out of the field high above the lazy, winding river.
Glittering in the sun like mirrors, the windows of the shabby square white schoolhouse looked down on the tense game. A steep path connected the dusty playground to the steps of Old Paramus School, and then it wound on below to a storage shed and on to the ribbon of highway that bordered the narrow river.
The dirt diamond was churned with dust and the air filled with it as the tall, shapely legged teacher flew around the bases, her carelessly braided hair flaying out in a red streak behind her like a flag. The screams were frantic now, and the students raced to try to stop her before she reached home plate. Finally one plump perspiring boy dug the ball out of the grass near the highway and flung it back up to the field in a mighty heave.
"Hurry! Quick! Get it over here."
"Hurray! We won!"
"That's not fair! Miss Turner's too good! Her team always wins!"
"Gosh, Miss Turner, you're better'n any of us. You always hit a home run."
Judy stood panting and laughing behind home plate, flinging her pigtail aside to keep her long burnished hair out of her eyes and wiping her finely chiseled features with the back of her hand. She waved the outfielders in with one arm and they came struggling up, complaining and grumbling.
"Stop grumbling," she laughed, trying to catch her breath. "Everybody has the same chance...besides, I'll be on the other team tomorrow."
Her face shining with perspiration while her full firm breasts still heaved with her efforts, Judy Turner gathered her charges. She was tired but happy. There was nothing like a good baseball game to clear the blood and use up some of the kids' boundless energy.
They trooped up the path by two's and three's and four's, all twenty-three of them, while Judy collected the balls and bats and started wearily up after them. At twenty-six, she could still keep up with them, even the big ones, for the students of Old Paramus School ranged in ages from six to sixteen.
A tall, Irish-looking girl with emerald-green eyes, she had her coppery hair pulled into a thin braid that bobbed against the tops of her buttocks as she climbed, and she moved with the easy grace of a practiced athlete. There was no extra fat on her long, shapely legs or slender arms, and her high full breasts were full and succulent looking, set wide apart. They bounced softly like ripe firm melons above her small indented waist and gracefully curved hips. Judy was slightly taller than the average girl, and she had felt the stares and curiosity of strangers all her life because of it.
It was as though no one could quite believe her tall vital figure, her cream-white skin, sleek and slightly tanned from the sun, and her brilliant white smile, accenting her sparkling green eyes and long flaming hair, to say nothing of her voluptuous breasts and shapely thighs. Looking at her one couldn't help but think of old Gaelic legends or of some mythical tale of an Irish colleen, as she strode up the path with an air of health and genial optimism. It was as though she were bathed in a fiery light, carrying her aura with her, and thus she seemed untouchable and almost unreal to most people. So full of life herself, when most people rejected so much vitality, she aroused curiosity, envy and awe, and her beauty, warmth and eager openness literally dazzled more ordinary people.
"Miss Turner!"
Judy froze on the path and turned to peer warily in the direction of the voice, puffing a stray wisp of scarlet hair out of her eyes. Her green eyes focused on a tall man standing in the deep shadows of the shed. He stood still as a statue, immaculate, well-dressed and unsmiling.
Judy shivered at the sound of his voice, and now that she was closer, she realized that it was indeed the tall commanding figure of Archibald Feather, his well chiseled features a granite mask, his ice-blue eyes as cold as his penetrating voice that sent prickles of apprehension darting up her spine.
"Why, Mr. Feather...how nice of you to take the time to come up to visit us. We don't get many visitors here at Old Paramus...do come up to the school...I was just getting the children inside...after...."
"Yes. I know what you were doing. That's why I wish to speak to you here."
The tone of Feather's voice and his chill manner as she stood uncertainly in front of him made Judy feel almost like a naughty student herself. She suddenly became embarrassedly aware of how hot and dusty she was, and she nervously balanced the balls and bats precariously in her arms, her pleated linen skirt feeling uncomfortably short and showing too much tanned thigh. Her sweater clung too tightly, and her old sneakers felt very unsuitable under his critical gaze.
"Miss Turner," Archibald Feather repeated once again, folding his arms and staring down at the panting, disheveled teacher. He could smell the cologne that her exertions had made more discernible, a clean, flowery scent. A ridiculous vision of this striking red-haired girl rolling nakedly down a sun-drenched meadow, crushing wildflowers under her youthful smooth skin, came unbidden into his head. Her full ripe breasts were still lifting with every breath, and her tight sweater clung to the firmly rounded mounds. Her brilliant smile was faltering uncertainly now, and a small worried frown creased her forehead. Archibald Feather felt his gut tighten lustfully at the sight of her.
"That kind of fraternizing with the students can't do them any good...or you," he intoned coldly.
"You mean . . . ? "
"I mean that ridiculous baseball game I just witnessed."
"But...I've always played games along with the children...it's part of what I try to accomplish...I mean...."
Judy set the bats and balls down in confusion, wiping her hands self-consciously down the pleats of her short skirt. This man was just as cold as she had sensed even under his smiles at the tea. Damn! Just when things were going so well! Another year or two and she'd be able to get that grant to open her own private school. It seemed so close now.
It was a dream that had slowly taken shape and grown with each of her five years at Old Paramus School. The county just didn't seem to realize what it had lost when they did away with the old one-room schoolhouses that used to educate the young of America. She hadn't realized herself until she had come here straight from the exclusive Hunter College in the North, full of the jargon and theories of education, discarding them one by one as experience taught her the value and the efficiency of having to teach all grades in a single room...from the first grade through high school.
At first it had seemed hopelessly outmoded and rural, but she'd grown to love the easy cooperation that it imposed, the helping of the children when they were out here alone with her and had to get along together and make do with what they had. It was an experience in living as well as in teaching. Little by little, she had grown to really love the little school. She found herself formulating whole new approaches to teaching, and was exhilarated at seeing them work. There was no way she could go back to a town school now...back to the dreary regimen of a well regulated public city school. It was unthinkable. But the criticism from the new superintendent now gave her a momentary stab of apprehension.
"Miss Turner, I will send a playground supervisor down for you. Someone who is trained in supervising children's recess games. You must never again put yourself in the position of being on the same competitive level with your students. It destroys discipline. Now perhaps you had better show me around Old Paramus School."
"Yes, of course, Mr. Feather."
The tour didn't take long. There was very little to see of the complete operations. The school consisted of one long room with the boys' and girls' washrooms at one end and a small library which she had accumulated with the children's help at the other end of the room. Set in an alcove just off the entry was a small cloakroom. The shed near the path coming up from the highway held the sporting equipment and a primitive water pump that managed to bring water up to the washrooms.
The large schoolroom was full of exhibits the children had created, most of them from last year, since the school term for this year had barely started. Archibald Feather stood surveying the long room, the students bent to their work in an unnatural quietness because of his alien presence. Usually the place was a beehive of activity as the various grades went about their assignments.
"I believe that your classroom discipline is adequate," the superintendent admitted grudgingly to Judy as he turned to go out the door to the small porch.
Judy closed the door after them and stood on the unpainted porch with Archibald Feather. She was shaking inside and hoped that she would be able to contain her anger until after he had left. He hadn't had one good thing to say about the school. Everything had been wrong according to him. His caustic statements had wounded her deeply, for the school was "hers", she realized suddenly. It was as much a part of her as her own house or her horse. He was attacking something she loved almost as if it were a person. The old building, the rusty plumbing, the wild meadow that surrounded the sides and back of the school, the ocean lapping below, the hot ribbon of highway that roared with traffic back and forth from Norfolk to Charleston.
"But there's no question that what you need most for the moment is a playground supervisor," he told her. Feather looked down at the trembling girl. As tall as she was five feet eight inches he looked down at her comfortably from his height of six feet four inches. She was shaking quite visibly, now. Well, she'll shake a lot worse when I close up this dilapidated ruin of a school, he thought. It's ridiculous that my district should have the last one-room schoolhouse in the state...antiquated and costly and old fashioned. However, Archibald Feather had no intention of disclosing his plans to Judy Turner just yet. She would find out in good time.
"I'd really prefer to do it the way we have been, Mr. Feather. You see, I...."
"Nonsense," the tall superintendent interrupted, slipping his hand in a surprising fatherly fashion under Judy's arm and walking down the steps with her. He could feel the roundness of her breast brushing the back of his hand as he held her firmly. "No teacher ever turns down an offer for help. And you certainly need help for the playground. A male attendant will be most suitable...all children need a good strong male image. Particularly since my records show that many of these children come from welfare homes without fathers."
Judy was trembling violently now, and the feel of the older man's upper arm brushing the side of her breast was like a burn that scarred her skin. His eyes were turned on her, and the iciness had softened to a lustful sharpness as his frank sexual stare followed the outline of her body appraisingly. It was as though he were a Jekyll and Hyde, and he was suddenly transformed from the strictly business-like superintendent to an anonymous male animal who scented a fresh young quarry. She shuddered.
She was confused and didn't meet his eyes with hers, shrinking from the frankly hungry gaze that probed beneath her clothes for her lush nakedness. My God, the man was mad. First he came down and disdainfully ripped her school to figurative shreds, and then he calmly began ripping her clothes off with his insulting gaze. It seemed too bizarre. Feather had the tall stately grace of a prince, unquestionably masculine, unquestionably able and haughtily aware of his own competence. He was a man women find attractive. Strong chiseled features, piercing blue eyes, an aggressive jaw, brown hair that barely ruffled even in the wind, as though his body were immune to the ordinary acts of nature which others must fight against.
The older man could feel the young teacher trembling violently now, as though a chill had gripped her instead of only his hand on her arm. She was a big, beautiful girl, quite un-like the usual run of teachers he had known. His eyes traced her long thighs where the wind whipped her skirt against her body. No, she wouldn't have had many dates, he decided. She was too beautiful, too unapproachable-looking. Suddenly, his cock lurched hard against his pants leg. It would be exciting to tame this girl, for her spirit came out in her eyes, which flashed even now that she seemed overwhelmed by his presence. Yes, he would have quite a time with this one. But then he had the advantage. He knew a great deal more about Judy Turner than she knew about him.
He couldn't very well not know about her. Since he'd arrived as district superintendent, he'd received numerous letters and phone calls from town mothers demanding to have their children transferred to Old Paramus School. In her five years there, some of her students had gone on to win valuable scholarships at prestige schools, and somehow the idea had gotten around that it was all due to Miss Turner. It had been "Miss Turner this...." and "Miss Turner that.. . " until he'd gotten out her records and studied them carefully, asking questions of his employees who had had contacts with her. She was a maverick, a born rebel, giving only lip service to the programs and methods that the district set up, and doing as she damned well pleased down at the coast at Old Paramus. What it amounted to was that she was practically running her own private school at taxpayer's expense.
Well, Archibald Feather had fought his way this far, and he wasn't about to let a crazy mixed-up twenty-six-year-old girl ruin his plans at this step of his career. By God, his plans did not include a teacher he couldn't ride herd on. One-room schoolhouse! It was out of the Dark Ages! No question about it, with the proper maneuvering, he would close down Old Paramus when he was ready and have Miss Judy Turner begging him for any kind of job in the district.
"Thank you for the tour, Judy. It was most informative. I'll see you soon again...under perhaps...more social circumstances...." The older man squeezed her arm suggestively, looking straight down into her upturned green eyes that were both frightened and bold, obsequious and defiant. A flicker of something undefinable stirred in their green depths as his hand slid from her arm to grasp her hand. With a brief shake and not another word, Archibald Feather spun on his heel and stepped into his long shining car. He waved jauntily as he roared off down the highway toward town.
Judy Turner stood numbly where he left her. She wanted to shake her fist at the retreating car, and yet her insides still felt weak from the feeling of his hand on her arm. She shook her head grimly. What was happening to her these days? A fight with Larry on their last date...and now this. Maybe that's just what's wrong, she thought in a sudden rush of uncharacteristic self-pity. Maybe I am a dried-up old maid as Larry Williams told me in disgust. Yet she knew that in reality, it was probable that the opposite was true. She'd refused to see Larry again because she was afraid of her own responses when he touched her. It had gotten to the point that he only had to smile at her in a certain way, and she would already feel moisture dampening her panty crotch band up between her thighs. In her own mind, she'd called herself a whore.
But now...even that cold superintendent touching her arm had caused her to get all tingly and warm despite her intellectual aversion to the man. A strange cruel man, she decided. It was as though the moment he'd let down his facade and stopped being a superintendent, an electric-spark arced between them...or was it only her own overactive virgin's imagination at work...thinking that every man she saw wanted to make love to her? Still...there had been that almost dirty way he'd looked at her...as though he felt like ripping her clothes off and ravishing her right there on the spot.
Judy Turner! You're crazy! Absolutely nuts! Stop it this instant! she commanded herself, making her way back up the hill to the classroom and forcing her mind away from such silly thoughts about a man she barely knew. Ridiculous!
The afternoon sun was blazing directly through the windows of the schoolhouse when she finally rang the dismissal bell. The scrambling and yelling began immediately. And suddenly, Judy felt very, very tired. As the children filed out, jostling and joking, but turning to straighten up their desks when she reminded them, the weariness descended on her like a heavy cloak. Part of it was the strain of having the superintendent here and her ridiculous imaginings about him.
At last the children were gone, and she wandered hollowly around the big room, watering the plants, putting books away, picking up pencils and items of clothing and depositing them in the lost-and-found box. It IS a good school, she thought inanely as she looked around at the empty desks where so much of her young life had been invested. It IS a good school! And Archibald Feather can fry in hell!
Locking up the big outside door, Judy thought she heard something. She listened, standing very still on the schoolhouse porch, but the only sound was the wind rushing through the trees, blowing off the sea inland. I'm just jumpy, she decided. It's all because of that horrid man coming down to criticize and sneer.
Judy stiffened. There it was again. Voices. She was absolutely sure this time that she heard voices. But all the children should be gone by now...long ago. She tiptoed down the steps and strained to listen once again.
"Oooooh, yessss...fuck me...fuck me!"
Judy froze in her tracks, sure this time that her imagination had gone wild and was playing tricks on her. God, she must be hallucinating here in broad daylight! It must be the wind...or the echo of the cars racing by on the highway below. She stood listening again, almost certain that she'd hear nothing more than that.
"Fuck...that's it, baby...fuck back . . . ! "
Sucking in her breath in trepidation, Judy started off into the bushes where she thought the voices had come from. She stopped behind the big oak tree that the children climbed so gleefully and leaned against the rough bark, her heart almost thudding out of her breast. She waited, and this time she knew she wasn't imagining things.
"Harder, Keith...harder . . . ! "
The terrible words came to her as clearly as if she were standing right next to...to whom? Who could it be out there in the bushes?
Judy's face peered hesitantly around the huge trunk of the oak tree. She strained to see, searching the thick bushes on all sides. And then suddenly she discerned two white girlish legs raised in the air among the bushes. Oh, God! Another few steps and she'd have stumbled over the couple. Hippies. It must be hippies out rutting in the bushes like animals. The highway was full of them hitchhiking most of the time.
As her sight focused on the couple nearby, Judy suddenly recognized the face of the boy. It was Keith Williams! Larry's little boy! Keith! But he was only fifteen years old, and here he was lying between the outstretched thighs of some innocent young girl.
Judy felt weak and faint. How could he? How could a student of hers behave in such a wicked way? She leaned heavily against the tree, unable to tear her unbelieving eyes away from the incredible sight of the two young children mating in the thick bushes almost under her very nose.
"Ooooh, that's it, Keith...fuck me with that nice big prick of yours!"
The boy was willingly diving into the wet pink slit between the girl's outspread legs. Judy could make out an inch or so of the boy's stiffened cock as it pounded into the girl's open cunt, and she could even see the crumpled little pucker of the girl's dark anus. Then she tore her eyes away and looked at the girl's face. Merciful heaven! It was Sandy Martin! Fourteen-year-old Sandy Martin! My God...she was a mere child. . . but here she was talking like a slut...a whore! It couldn't be...it just couldn't be! But even as the words formed themselves inside her head, Judy was aware that she was fighting vainly against what she was witnessing with her own two eyes. These children were...but she couldn't bring herself to pronounce the word inside her brain. These mere children had named it accurately, but. . . she...their teacher...could not.
Suddenly the word exploded resoundingly inside her brain. Fucking! They're fucking! You ridiculous twenty-six-year-old virgin. . . they're fucking! They know exactly what they 're doing. This obviously isn't any first-time performance for either of them.
Judy's mind raced frantically to find an alternative solution...a way out of this unbelievable situation. But even as she watched, Keith, smiling lustfully, drove more urgently into the brown-haired girl's willing body, and he propped himself firmly in a push-up position on his elbows.
Young Sandy squirmed below him as he reached into her clothing and grabbed on to one of her budding young breasts, pushing back the open blouse and exposing his lascivious action to Judy's horrified gaze. The young girl, barely past puberty, seemed to be enjoying every minute of the teenage boy's rampantly pumping cock hammering in and out of her tender loins, and the boy kneaded her small, firm breast with lustful vigor.
Fighting frantically to release herself from this nightmare she was trapped in, and which she now realized with a shudder of horror was not a figment of her haunted imagination, Judy almost broke into bitter laughter, remembering her own feverish sensations when Archibald Feather had merely touched her arm. Mad! I must really be mad! Judy thought wildly.
Despite her revulsion at witnessing such vile actions, she felt greatly concerned about Sandy's safety. The girl seemed far too young to really understand what she was doing to herself, and she seemed to have complete trust in Keith who was so gleefully pinching and pulling at the taut little nipple of her exposed young breast.
The boy's hand left Sandy's breast and he adjusted his position, placing both hands firmly on the ground above her shoulders. Suddenly, he lurched forward, ramming his turgid little cock all the way up inside the young girl's welcoming pussy, forcing a deep groan from Sandy's lips.
Imagining the girl to be in unbearable pain, Judy had a strong impulse to lunge forward and pull the demoniacally grinning boy from Sandy's ravaged young loins. But she checked herself, and she was again held back by the incredible curiosity that was gnawing at her. As she struggled madly with herself, she saw Sandy's hips begin a rhythmic rotation as she lay under Keith, skewered on his invading cock. The staggering realization came to Judy that this girl was no novice at such lurid actions.
The young teacher tried to block out the depraved spectacle before her, but she couldn't.
She couldn't bring herself either to step forward and break them apart or turn and run away. She had to look the hellish exposition was mesmerizing her. Not six feet from where she stood, the youthful couple was heaving and bucking in an obscene fucking unison. She could see the tiny pink ridges of Sandy's brown-fringed pussy clasped tightly around the base of Keith's glistening cock as he thrust into her with each savage stroke. A moist sucking sound of intercourse sounded in the air, and the thud of his sperm-laden young balls slapping against the young girl's willingly upturned ass-cheeks joined it melodiously.
As Judy watched in a near-coma of horror and fascination, she felt once more the hand of Archibald Feather creeping around her arm and brushing against her breast. Though her mind was repelled by the debasing exhibition before her, she could feel the tips of her breasts tightening to tiny buttons under her sweater. Her green eyes were wide in hypnotized disbelief as she saw Keith's heavily surging cock sliding up and down through the little mouth-shaped opening of Sandy's cunt. She knew she should run over and tear them apart, but the tightness in her throat would not permit her to cry out. She closed her eyes and pressed her head back against the tree trunk, but still the vision of Keith's rampaging cock, wet and shining, buffeting into the moist softness of Sandy's nakedly clenching vagina raced through her mind. She screwed her eyes tightly, but still she couldn't blot out the lewd vulgar picture. The couple's loud gasps and the wet sucking noises of their adolescent copulation drifted to her ears, magnifying the image a thousand times.
The picture ground harder into Judy's brain, and a paralyzing thought suddenly struck her like a blow. Why did they come behind the school to do this? Why did she stay to watch? Why didn't she go for help or tear them apart like two misbehaving puppies? Why?
The red-haired young teacher stood still, transfixed with horror, unable to tear her eyes away from the lewd spectacle. She watched with mounting terror as the boy reached a hand down between them, his fingers curling around the long hard shaft of his lust-filled member, and raised his slimly muscled buttocks high in the air, aiming his young cock straight into Sandy's soft, naked and defenseless cunt, jerking eagerly as he paused there a moment before brutally plunging in once again. She saw the muscles of his back and legs tense mightily, cording out under his tanned skin; his buttocks hollowed, and he plunged forcefully, using all of his strength to drive his erect penis deep up into the tight, moist channel that waited naked and vulnerable between Sandy's thin young thighs.
He buried his long, thick, lust-inflated cock as far as it would go up into her narrow vagina in one smooth stabbing stroke, his balls slapping dully up against her upturned behind, their pelvic bones coming together with a fleshy resounding smack.
Sandy gasped up into the boy's face; it was a gasp of pain and surprise, as her knees jerked involuntarily, and she screwed her buttocks back and down into the soft grass to escape the suddenly brutal impalement of her loins, her toes curling under to the soles of her small delicate feet with the agony of her lover's attack.
The boy withdrew his rod of lust-hardened young flesh before flexing his hips and plunging it forward and in again, as Sandy moaned loudly and incessantly up into his face. Once more, he withdrew his turgid penis from her widely spread cuntal opening, until the head of his cock could be seen by the watching teacher. She stared in open-mouthed fascination at the smooth red fleshy knob where it perched in the moistness of the young girl's coral-lined sex passage. Unexplainably, then, Sandy's tapering white legs lashed out suddenly around the boy's narrow flexing buttocks, straining to pull the great length and breadth of his fully erect cock back up inside her hungering vagina. The cords on the inside of her marble-white thighs were raised and flexed as she shoved her sparsely-haired cunt up over his glistening rod of rock-hard flesh, attempting to swallow the whole of it once again. Her dew-moist cuntal mouth nibbled its way straight up his skewering shaft, her hollowing buttocks lifting several inches off the flattened grass, her back arched as she struggled to absorb the lusty cock her hungry young cunt demanded.
A wet, viscous sound of the friction of cock and cunt sluicing hotly together drifted across the opening to the ears of the watching, listening teacher, who stared wide-eyed, contemplating a segment of the world she did not yet completely understand. She was still too confused and terrified to move from the spot.
As Judy watched, Sandy's narrow little hips began to move, flexing rhythmically, beating up and down the smooth, fleshy pole embedded in her softly clasping channel of love, the dangling, hairless sac of the boy's testicles slapping in time against her tiny puckered anal ring below. Then Sandy was groaning, her voice sounding strange, choked, almost incoherent with building passion.
"Fuck me, goddamn it! Fuck me! That's what you wanted to do...then come on...do it, Keith! Fuck me...hard!" the girl moaned in agonized delight.
The lewd and shocking words spewed out of Sandy's tender young mouth. Fuck me! Judy couldn't allow that particularly horrifying thought to come to full comprehension inside her mind. She fought against it, but found herself unable to do anything but continue to watch in wide-eyed fascination and horror as the spectacle moved on to even more indecent and salacious passion.
The young boy, Keith, lying on top of his fellow student, said nothing. His breath came in rasping, panting gasps and his jaws hung limp, as he held his body rigid while Sandy squirmed her vagina frantically up and down on his lust-rigid cock-shaft.
Then, moving snake-like, Keith's hand curled underneath Sandy's wildly pumping buttocks. The tip of his middle finger circled and teased at her exposed young anus nestled down between the smooth white moons of her ass-cheeks which were working so desperately on the virile young hardness buried deep in her widespread loins. His finger tantalized for a moment, probing experimentally, and then brought a squeal of surprised pain to Sandy's lips as it slipped through the protective ring of muscle and disappeared inside, right up into the girl's cringing back passage, as her tortured body twisted and turned to escape the unnatural plundering.
"Oooooh...no! Stop! Keith...you bastard! You're hurting me!" she screamed.
Her legs kicked out as she yelped in abject pain and torment, her toes curling, her pelvis jerking back to escape. But then, abruptly, Sandy's hips began to move forward, screwing her loins up onto his invading finger plunged far inside her rectum. Her body began to gyrate uncontrollably, her legs locking tight around his back to pull him toward her, seemingly to impale herself more deeply on the ravishing finger rammed brutally up her rectum as well as on the hammering cock pounding deep up into her cunt.
The teenage couple on the ground were frantic now. Faster and faster, they lunged, the boy's young cock flashing whitely in and out of the pinioned girl's cruelly stretched cuntal opening that glistened in the bright afternoon sunlight, the viscous moisture from her vagina forming dew-like droplets that dribbled downward to lubricate the stiff male finger probing deep into the channel of her rectum. Keith's naked penile shaft moved smoothly in and out of the tender cylinder of her cunt like a well-oiled piston, and their lustfully moving loins smashed together with a harsh slapping sound. Now, the boy jerked his finger from the flexing anus below, and it slipped out with a faint popping sound, as he supported his muscular body on both hands, his hips driving his turgid cock deeply and more powerfully up into the female softness of young Sandy's loins, eliciting an incessant mewling moan of pleasure from the child's ecstatic lips.
Sandy screamed again in an agony of sexual rapture, the sound of it different, now. Judy, watching and listening, felt her own virginal cunt-lips quicken and draw inward, sucking hollowly on the empty space inside her vagina. Oh God...her panties were wet, she suddenly realized. She was wet with her own moisture, sexually aroused by the sight of those two lustful children down there in the grass and bushes, mating and snorting and moaning like demented animals. She pressed harder against the rough trunk of the oak tree and felt the thick bark scraping and mashing her full breasts flat, rubbing her tingling nipples to fiery nibs of heated desire.
The redheaded young teacher clung to the tree, unable to tear her eyes away from the obscenely bucking young couple who were writhing in the grass, their exposed genitals the object of Judy's almost hypnotized attention. She felt her own body responding and melting as though she herself were participating in their obscene lascivious experience.
Judy Turner shivered with a sudden chill even though the fevers were raging in her blood like molten torrents. She could no longer pretend to herself. With a growing sense of horror, she became dimly aware that she couldn't go for help or pull the young couple apart for the simple reason that watching them was turning her on! She was actually enjoying it! Watching their maniacal fucking was turning her bones to jelly with jealousy and frustration. The truth was...she was a virgin...a twenty-six-year-old virgin. Maybe Larry had been right in what he had said about her.
The memory of his voice came back to haunt her now. "What are you...some kind of nut? I want to feel your breasts.. . you want my hands there...and you scream like a banshee...you're either crazy or senile or both!"
Judy had gone rushing up the path to her cottage then, sobbing and moaning, turning at the door and screaming out at him in pain and humiliation. "I never want to see you again, Larry Williams!"
"Don't worry, baby...you won't. I don't need a dried-up old maid like you!"
Three weeks had passed since then, but he had made no move to see her. Finally, she realized that he wasn't going to call her, and she had tried to keep busy, wearing herself out with horseback riding and the school and the children and working in her garden. But she'd lain awake many nights wondering whose arms had welcomed him? What woman what real woman was accepting and consoling him?
And here she was watching Larry's young son with Sandy Martin, his virile young cock sunk deep up into her willing young cuntal flesh as open and pink as a fresh young flower.
Suddenly, Judy's full attention was jerked back to the scene before her by a soul-searing groan that echoed in her ears. She stared at the couple and saw that Keith was gasping and moaning with Sandy more softly echoing his every sound. The boy pummeled his lust-hardened young penis heartlessly up into the girl's vaginal passage, plunging in and out again and again with brutal force. And then Keith tensed above her, and his rigid shaft began spewing its illicit load deep into Sandy's upturned cunt, the force of his orgasm sending his cascading sperm foaming back out of her thinly hair-lined young pussy lips and down the desperately clenching cleft between her white ass-cheeks. Almost insanely, the young girl screwed her buttocks onto the still squirting cock sunk deep in her belly, and as the boy gave one final lunge into her semen-flooded vagina, she let out a whimpering wail from between her tightly clenched teeth, and Judy saw her body shudder violently as a great crest of pleasure wracked her body.
"Aaaaaggghhh...I'm cumming! I'm cuuuummmmiiiinnnnggg!" Sandy whined out her orgasmic release, while Keith Williams continued to convulsively stroke into her without mercy, until with a low guttural grunt, he drove deep up into her again to the hilt, holding his cock inside her belly for breathless moments while his white-hot sperm continued to spurt into the pale softness of the fourteen-year-old's hungrily accepting pussy.
Judy thought she could detect the pumping action in his balls, tight up in the cleft between Sandy's rounded little ass-cheeks, and she could see his puckered anus jerking and flexing spasmically. Then at last he collapsed on top of the girl, the full weight of his young body cradled between her convulsively clenching child-like thighs.
"Goddamn, Sandy...I thought I'd never stop cumming," he gasped.
Judy's body was taut with the tension of watching the scene before her. Biting her knuckles to keep her whimpers from becoming audible, Judy somehow managed to tear herself away without making too much noise. Once inside the schoolhouse, she stumbled into the girls' washroom and locked the door. When she was seated on the toilet, her ruined panties wet and slippery with her own fervent moisture, draped around her ankles, the sobs came out in convulsive groans as her middle finger found the shamelessly steaming lips of her cunt, and she tried to ease the tormented need between her legs. She moaned over and over to herself, "Oh God...Oh God...Oh God...."
CHAPTER TWO
"Anybody home? Larry...are you there?" Judy knocked again at the door of the old house. Her heart was in her throat, and her courage was failing her now that she was here...but her ex-boyfriend had to be told about the disgusting behavior of his teenage son. She knocked again...more insistently. Damn' she thought, why didn't I telephone? Then I wouldn't have to face him. The old house echoed emptily with her knocks, but his truck was in the yard. He must be around somewhere. Maybe he was down by the river.
Following the winding path that led down to the banks of the little river, Judy began to have further misgivings. Suppose Larry doesn't believe me? Suppose he thinks I'm just making it all up to get even for his nasty remarks? Maybe he'll even laugh at me . . . ?
As she plodded along the path, she thought that it would have been a lot easier if she'd never dated Larry or had any sort of personal contact with him. Under her breath, she cursed him...and Keith, too...for putting her in this situation. She never should have dated him. Certainly he was like no man she'd ever dated before.
She wasn't sure now why she had gone out with him...pity, maybe. He was a far cry from the correct college boys and young businessmen she'd dated previously. Larry Williams was a widower with a teenage boy, and because Keith was in her school, motherless and not very Well motivated, she'd felt sorry for him...and for his father.
Bearded and shabby in faded jeans like all the other hippie types around, Larry had amazed Judy when he told her that he had dropped out of a life very much like her own background after his wife had died. He had been a successful manager of a large corporation in the North, but he'd suddenly discovered that his life seemed empty and without satisfaction. He'd sold everything, packed up and moved down here to this old farm that had been in his family for generations. . . though no one had lived in the house or worked on the farm for twenty years...until Larry and young Keith arrived. They had fixed the place up just enough to make it livable, and they took care of the garden and the small orchard, but the rest of the land they didn't bother about.
A status drop-out was the way Larry had described himself. Now, he didn't seem to do much of anything although he always seemed to be busy. He painted some weird paintings, learned to play a guitar though not very well and puttered about fixing up around the house. Her dates with him had been picnics by the river, an occasional experimental film, a folk dance at the neighborhood center in town. That was about it. "Hi!"
Judy jumped, her red hair flaring out around her shoulders, and then she saw him. Shirtless, sitting on the bank of the river with a fishing pole in his hand, Larry grinned up at her. Strangely his blond beard and unkempt hair made him look younger than his thirty-six years. He motioned for her to sit down next to him.
"How've you been?" he asked.
"Larry, I...I...ah...have some bad news."
"Oh?" he inquired casually, his warm blue eyes narrowing slightly. "What's that?"
"Well...it's Keith...he...."
"He's not hurt?" Larry interrupted urgently.
"Oh, no...no...nothing like that...."
"Ummm. That's good." Then he grinned mischievously. "You didn't catch him jacking-off behind the barn or something, did you?"
Her face colored furiously. She wished he wouldn't be so vulgar.
"No...no, certainly not!" she snapped. Why did he have to make it so difficult for her. He could see that she had a serious problem to discuss with him. "But...it was something like that. He...ah...he raped a girl after school. Right in the schoolyard...well...on the grounds."
"Raped, huh?" Larry laughed.
"It's not funny. This is a very serious matter. After all, he's only fifteen, and the girl he raped was a mere child."
"A child, huh? How old is she?"
"Well...fourteen...but she's much too young for that sort of thing."
Larry laughed even harder this time. "Your idea of what's too young makes me laugh. You think twenty-six is too young for 'that sort of thing', too," he taunted her.
"Larry! The girl's a mere child!"
"Shit! Fourteen's old enough for most girls, anyway."
"Larry! I saw them...the girl...and Keith!"
"So? Keith's growing up. It happens to all of us or most of us, anyway."
Judy was aghast at Larry's calm acceptance of this dreadful deed committed by his own son. "How can you sit there...as though Words failed her. No wonder there was so much juvenile delinquency when a parent could adopt such an attitude.
"Tell me...did you really see Keith socking it to her?" Larry laughed again and laid down the fishing pole. Then he rose and looked closely into Judy's eyes. He stood over her laughing like a bearded satyr, the muscles in his naked chest rippling powerfully as he rubbed his hands against his dirty jeans. Judy instinctively shrank back a step, her eyes drawn magnet-like to his naked brawn, the blond curling hair on his chest forming a suggestive "vee" down to his navel.
"Someday you're going to have to wake up, baby," Larry told her. "You're living in a real world, not some nice little fantasy where kids don't know what they've got between their legs till they get married. Why should I be outraged? Keith's only doing what his instincts tell him to do...what any normal person does when he reaches a certain age. I'd be a hell of a lot more worried if he didn't get some pussy at fifteen-or at least try."
"You...you're a monster, Larry Williams...a...." Judy sputtered in outrage. A sudden fear clutched her, and she backed away as Larry kept inching closer, leering down into her face. "And you're a hypocrite, baby."
"Don't you dare talk to me like that," the red-haired girl said, trying to bluff him and force him to back down. "Don't ever.. . "
All her indignation and fear were suddenly stopped by Larry Williams' overwhelming laugh. His arms shot out and scooped her to him, his strong hands biting into her arms, and his mouth coming down fiercely on hers in a harsh, open-mouthed kiss. She felt her mouth suddenly filled with his hateful tongue that spewed out such horrible words, and she was trapped by his hard body in a vise-like embrace. The young teacher strained against him, but he only wrapped her closer and began thrusting his long tongue in and out of her mouth in a lewd imitation of fucking, while his hands bit into the flesh of her buttocks, pulling her cringing body toward his muscular hardness.
Judy could feel a frightening bulge forming in her former boyfriend's jeans, and its throbbing hardness thrust menacingly against her belly. It seemed to burn like a red-hot fire through their clothes against her sensitive skin. Gagging and choking on his invading tongue, she tried to spit it out of her mouth, but his lips were pressed so ferociously against hers that her teeth were bruising her own lips. He seemed to be trying to devour her, and the musky smell of his solid body was in her nostrils. She had a dizzying sensation of falling, and she felt she was going to faint right there on the river bank.
Larry's tongue explored every ridge and hollow of Judy's velvety resisting mouth, while his heavy cock rose insistently and throbbingly in his tight jeans, straining to burst through the flimsy material. Damned hypocritical bitch! he thought. Well, this is one time when I teach her a badly needed lesson! It had never seemed worthwhile to bother with her before. There were too many other women around who were ready and willing...and able. But, now...coming down here to complain to him that Keith had gotten into some little girl's pants...now, she was going to get it. But good!
He'd show her that his son wasn't the only one in the family that had a normal healthy lust for a little fucking.
Larry held her straining body in his steel-like grip, every muscle in her body taut and tensed to resist. Her breasts were mashed deliciously against his powerful chest, one thigh worming its way between her legs so that her pubic mound was pressed hard against him. She tried desperately to squirm out of his grasp and to move her head away from his ravaging tongue, but he only held her more tightly. Then, abruptly, she went limp in his arms, her breath coming out in tiny gasps, and whimpering moans bubbling up from her throat.
Despite her height. Judy was no match for this tall, blond-headed brute who held her easily. His strength was simply too much for her. She had struggled, but to no avail. Now she was trying a different tactic. Maybe if she went limp, he would release his grip on her and she could wriggle away. Oh God! Why had she come here? She should have known! He was a maniac...little more than an animal. How could she have expected the father to be any different from the son?
A warm breeze suddenly blew through the trees, rustling around the two figures locked together on the river bank, and all at once the desperateness of her situation hit the young red-haired teacher. They were alone here by the river, just the two of them. There was no one else within miles. It would be useless to scream for help. No one would hear. Unless she could somehow manage to get away from him, there was no telling what terrible thing he might do to her and her mind suddenly filled with images of this man's son, Keith, and poor little Sandy Martin.
Oh, no! she cried desperately inside her mind. I've got to get away! I'll somehow break his grip and run up the path...."Oooooh!" she wailed aloud in anguish as she realized how hopeless it was. He was so much quicker than she was, so much faster, so much stronger. She couldn't possibly ever escape from him!
His hands were coursing over her body, now, smoothing her buttocks and cupping her heavy breasts that felt swollen and fevered. Tears stung Judy's eyes, and the bitterness of knowing that she had unwittingly devised her own downfall at this beast's hands rose in agonizing moans from deep in her throat. And her mind was overwhelmingly flooded with the horrible spectacle of Keith and Sandy and she kept seeing the boy's slender white cock pummeling mercilessly up into the defenseless young girl's innocent vagina.
One of the young father's hands snaked up and under her flimsy blouse from the back. Illogically, the thought struck Judy that she was glad that she had stopped to wash herself thoroughly before coming to see him. At least she was clean. But the horror of that thought hit her fully as she felt his strong hand rip at the catch on her brassiere, and then the hand moved around to cup one of her full breasts in his palm. A tremor shook her as his fingers rubbed and tweaked her nipple to instant hardness, and she felt almost as if he had burned her with a fierce fire. Unconsciously, she sucked his probing tongue deeper into her mouth as she tried to catch her breath, and she felt strange, unwanted ripples shooting down into her belly and on down to her loins from the excruciating touch of his ruthless fingers.
Larry Williams felt her sucking softly on his tongue. That was better; she was beginning to break down. Just a little more now, and he could virtually do what he wanted with her. The thirty-six-year-old widower could feel his lust-swollen cock jerking painfully in its cloth prison. Well, it shouldn't be much longer now.
The distraught redhead felt Larry's lips finally break away from her mouth, and she found she could breathe more easily now as she sucked in large gulps of air gratefully. His mouth slid down her long throat, kissing and sucking, and she felt herself trembling violently, but she gathered her strength for the moment he made a false move. She must get away from here or in a few minutes more she would be splayed out on the grassy river bank like little Sandy Martin had been in the bushes.
"See what I mean, baby? You like it...you just don't want to admit it to yourself," he murmured.
Judy felt the blond-haired man's hand fumbling with the buttons of her blouse, and his mouth pressed into the hollow of her shoulder like a fiery brand that seared her skin. Now! her brain screamed frantically, and she jerked back out of his grasp, tearing her blouse open, and turning to run.
She had gone barely five steps when Larry closed the gap between them. He caught her by the wrist and spun her around, at the same time pushing her roughly backward and down onto the soft grass of the river bank.
"No! Ooooooh...noooo...Please! Larry! Oh God, nooooo!" she sobbed, pleading helplessly up at him standing grinning above her.
"Too late, baby," he replied. His grin flickered with a cold cruelty. "We've gone too far to turn back now."
"No! You can't! Larry please! I'm a virgin!" she pleaded, as if somehow the fact of her virginity would dissuade him.
"Yeah, baby...I know," he leered lasciviously down at her. "But I think it's about time we changed all that, don't you? It's about time you learned what a good fuck is all about."
"Oh, my God!" she gasped, cringing at the vile sound of the obscene word. Already he was starting to remove his jeans, unzipping them and pulling them down over his hips along with his jockey shorts. And suddenly she cried out in horror and disbelief. His erect penis sprang up red and threatening as his clothing was removed, and she stared open-mouthed in sheer terror at the thick naked length. It seemed enormous. It was so much bigger than his son's. My God! she thought. He can't really intend to put that huge thing in me. No! God, no! It'll rip me apart! A black cloud of utter despair descended on her heart as she regarded his lust-hardened penis lancing out from his lean hairy loins like some brutal instrument of torture.
Now he was standing completely naked above her, and his hand reached down and grabbed his pulsing cock and began stroking the heavy foreskin back and forth over the purplish bulbous head. It was the first time Judy had ever seen a man totally naked. She had seen pictures, but they seemed so harmless compared to this ruthless man standing over her and leering down at her. And there was no escape. She was entirely helpless before the depraved lust of this man who seemed to her to be little more than an animal.
Tears spilled uncontrollably down her cheeks as he made no move to touch her, but merely stood arrogantly above her, sneering down at her defenseless position and slowly pumping back and forth on his lust-swollen cock. Oh God! she cried to herself. Get it over with! Don't just stand there torturing me like this! I can't stand it! If you're going to kill me with that. . . that. . . thing, do it. . . get it over with...but you're driving me crazy taunting me like this!
She closed her green eyes tightly, trying to shut out the awful sight of his monstrous cock. "Please don't," she whimpered, knowing it would do no good. There was no way to escape. He was going to ram that terrible shaft of flesh up inside her and tear her apart. . . kill her. And there was absolutely nothing she could do to stop him.
"Are you going to strip off those pretty clothes, baby...or do I have to rip them off your ass in shreds?" he snarled at her.
Judy lay there completely defenseless, frozen in shock and terror, until he reached down and jerked her limply to her feet. He clamped her tear-streaked face between his strong hands, and his wet lips encompassed hers, his tongue bursting deep into her mouth once more. The rock-hard shaft of his cock gouged into the soft flesh of her belly...and then he was stripping her.
As terrified and sickened as she was, the red-haired young teacher made no attempt to resist. It was too late for that; she knew all resistance was useless at this point.
"That's my girl," the brawny blond-haired man told her soothingly as he undressed her, pulling her torn blouse from her limp arms, unzipping her skirt and letting it fall down over her firm white thighs. Then he hooked both thumbs into the waistband of her sheer white nylon panties and peeled them relentlessly down over her hips.
He stepped back and gazed at her naked body while she closed her eyes tightly and stood, chin high, trying desperately to control the tears flooding down her cheeks, losing her balance as she swayed dizzily in her self-inflicted darkness. There was nothing left but shame now.
"Christ! You're every bit as luscious as I knew you'd be," he gasped as his hungry eyes roved over his ex-girl friend's full, rounded breasts and her rosy-brown nipples jutting out erectly. His eyes roamed down over her smoothly rounded white belly and he felt his throat going dry as he stared down at the sparse triangle of flaming red pubic hair puffing in soft curls over her pussy mound. She held her smooth thighs close together and he could see nothing of her pussylips, but the fact of not seeing them seemed to increase his appetite all the more.
He reached out and crushed her to him, pulling her unresisting body against his lusting nakedness, crushing her full breasts flat to his powerful, hairy chest, his eager hands cupping the tightly rounded cheeks of her buttocks and hauling her close until his hard jerking cock burrowed throbbingly into the softness of her flaccid belly. "You're even better than I imagined you would be," he murmured, "when I watched this hot little ass of yours whip around the school...Damn, how I wanted to fuck you, baby...just flip you over on your back and throw those long legs up over your head...and stuff this cock of mine up into your soft white belly until you could taste it...."
"Oh God," she moaned despairingly, her face resting on his shoulder, only vaguely aware of the erotic tingle of excitement his obscene description of what he was going to do to her was arousing in her body. And then he wrapped one hand in her red hair and jerked her head back, his open mouth finding hers while his other hand kneaded her breast mercilessly, pinching and twisting at her quivering nipple.
She whimpered against his lips, her eyes blinded with the tears of her shameful and humiliating situation, while her stomach knotted in dreadful fear of the moment when he would plunge the horrendous thickness of his ravaging penis into her defenseless virginal passage. And then she felt him thrust his knee between her tightly clamped legs.
At the last minute, she began to struggle. She used every ounce of her strength to hold her thighs together, still resisting his inevitable invasion of her tender flesh. It was a hopeless attempt, and she knew she could not possibly stop him.
"Come on, baby...spread your legs. I'm not going to hurt you," he soothed her with a sense of urgency in his voice. At the same time, he held her tightly so she couldn't squirm away from him, and very shortly she collapsed limp against him, letting her thighs splay apart so that his knee pushed between them with little effort.
Then he slowly lowered her once more to the grass, kneeling above her, and let his lustful eyes feast hungrily on the sight of her opening cuntal area. The sight of those soft coral-hued pussy-lips stretching like a blooming flower in the sparse triangle of scarlet pubic hair brought a hoarse gasp to his throat. Unconsciously, he ran his tongue over his dry lips, and, as she watched in paralyzed fear, he placed his palms flat against the insides of her soft smooth thighs, his thumbs resting at the tender flanges of her slightly moistened cunt.
Her breath caught in her throat as he drew the gently pulsating lips apart with a slow, tantalizing outward movement, nakedly exposing the moist inner flesh to the mercy of his hungry gaze.
"Christ!" he gasped once more. "Baby, that's the sweetest little pussy I've ever seen!"
"Larry," the red-haired teacher groaned pleadingly. "Please...don't! Larry...please...." Her lips trembled pathetically, and her green eyes were dull with impotent despair.
He said nothing, barely hearing her hopeless plea. Instead, he sucked in his breath and dropped down onto her, his strong hands plundering greedily the soft lush contours of her fear-stricken young body. He squeezed her full succulent breasts fervently, almost sadistically, and his mouth came down to suck alternately at her turgidly quivering nipples while she writhed helplessly beneath him.
"Ooooooh...oooooh...." she moaned pitifully under his depraved attack. He held her imprisoned with the weight of his strong sinuous body while her head rolled wildly back and forth. At the same time, his hand sought his throbbing cock, and he rammed the blood-filled head up against the moistly heated lips of her tender vagina, working it briefly up and down the narrow slit to part her soft pubic hair. And then he thrust forward, jamming his spongy cock-head in between the lips of her pussy and up against the tightly cringing mouth of her cunt.
Abruptly, her terror overwhelmed her and she tried to scream...but only a plaintiff whimper emerged from her fear-constricted throat. Then she felt the agonizing pressure of his penis against her virginal pussy. For one brief moment, she thought she could endure it, but it quickly became obvious to her that his cock was far too big. It would never fit! Again, she whimpered piteously.
He flicked his hips forward.
"Oooooh God...nooooo...noooo!" she wailed, the scream finally coming to her lips. Her brain reeled frantically, more from fear than pain. She heard him grunt heavily, then he pressed up into her again, flexing his buttocks with brutal strength, until suddenly her cunt gave way before him. The tight elastic ring of her untouched vagina was forced open with a lewd sucking sound, and the huge spongy cock-head slipped wetly inside with a rush that left Judy gasping for breath.
"Aaaaggghhh!" she screamed. Her head flailed from side to side, and instinctively she brought her hands up to try to claw at his face as she squirmed and twisted in a frenzy of pain and misery, vainly endeavoring to escape this brutal impalement of her defenseless cunt.
She squealed like a speared animal thrashing in its final death-throes while he caught her wrists and pinned them back to the earth. She kicked her legs out in a futile attempt to throw him off, but her movements only made her position all the worse, and he sunk his massive hardness deeper into her softly yielding flesh without mercy. Brutally, his stone-hard cock bored farther and farther up into her unprepared virginal passage, expanding the sensitive walls until she was certain her thighs would split asunder from the relentless pressure. Then abruptly his pelvis smacked resoundingly against her own, and she felt his sperm-swollen balls dangling heavily between the upturned cheeks of her clenched buttocks.
The distraught young redhead opened her mouth to speak, to scream...anything which might somehow force her ruthless assailant to stop. But the cruel invasion of her defenseless vagina had completely whipped her breath away, and the scalding pain was too fierce to fight against. She only knew that he must have ripped her belly viciously. As the huge merciless member lay entombed deep within her helplessly quivering belly, stretching the tender walls of her cunt beyond all endurance, she was certain she could feel the blood trickling down the cleft between her buttocks to form a warm sticky pool beneath her on the grass.
In her inexperience, she didn't realize that her ex-boyfriend was exerting every ounce of willpower to hold his massive cock as still as possible within her never-before-entered vagina, attempting to give her time to relax and accommodate his bulky hardness. True, he wanted to teach her a lesson one he felt she had needed for a long time but he was not a sadist; he didn't want to hurt her any more than was absolutely necessary.
Half in shock from the pain, as well as the shame and humiliation of her position, Judy gaped up numbly at the blond-haired man's bearded face, trying to fathom what lay beyond his lust-charged features. Her eyes blurred with hot tears once again, and she began to sob uncontrollably, sure that he was merely an insensitive beast, raping her brutally in mindless animal lust, not caring how much he hurt her...even to the point of killing her...just so his mad passion could be sated on her tender flesh.
So intent was she on her own misery, that she never noticed the faint pulsing beginning in her own loins. Little by little, the excruciating pain had subsided, giving way first to a dull numbness, but then the numbness slowly transformed into a strange unwanted sensation of warmth, and tiny tingling tongues of pleasure started to lick gently at her cock-stuffed loins. And as Larry sensed her unwilling surrender, he felt her moistly heated vaginal passage flowering gently open, timidly welcoming the invading hardness of his impaling member.
Very slowly, he moved his hips back, pulling his lust-swollen cock back from the inner depths of her tight pussy. When the spongy head of his raging cock was almost at the battered entrance of her virginal cunt, he reversed his motion and started to push it gently but insistently back up inside the glove-tight depths. He repeated this maneuver several times, grunting in spite of his tightly clenched teeth as his sperm-bloated balls slapped softly against the soft smooth crevice of her exposed ass-cheeks.
Judy's tears had dried, and her convulsive sobbing gave way to little rhythmic whimpers. It was long minutes before she became aware with a sense of horror that her hips were undulating very slightly in answer to Larry's gentle thrusts. The in-and-out movement of his turgid cock had become faster now, as he became increasingly aware of her answering motions. But the rhythmic upward twitches of her pelvis abruptly ceased, and the red-haired school teacher suddenly froze in disbelieving aversion.
My God! What was happening to her? What was she doing? Her traitorous body was actually responding to his heartless ravagement of her defenseless loins! Oh, no! she sobbed to herself. I can't be. . . enjoying this terrible thing! It's just not possible! I'm not that sort of girl. . . I know I'm not! She tried desperately to exert self-control and freeze her body into a sort of insensate immobility, but even as she struggled frantically for mastery over her perfidious body, she realized with a keening wail of anguish that she had lost. She seemed to be able to hold her body in statue-like immobility everywhere except the one place that really mattered. Her legs and anus, her stomach and chest, her head were all frozen in an unnatural rigidity, but just when she felt she had gained complete control, she would find that her pelvis seemed to be melting like butter on a hot summer day, and her loins were suffused with a velvety tingling sensation. Her hips were actually pumping up to welcome the depraved thrusts of this fiend who was pounding his disgusting rod of flesh up into her vulnerable young body!
Oh, no! This is too much! she wailed to herself. This is the ultimate degradation! But, oh my God! What can I do? Even as these despairing thoughts hammered through the brain of the distraught schoolteacher, she found his mouth covering hers once again. His probing tongue forced its way between her half-opened lips, where her own tongue rose to meet it in a saliva-wet duel of appallingly passionate intensity.
Then, telling herself it was too strong for her, she couldn't fight it anymore and she didn't care...it wasn't her fault she let out a groan of surrender, and her arms swung up around the back of his neck of their own accord, while her thighs jerked uncontrollably in the air, and she wrapped her legs around his strong muscular back, locking her ankles tightly just above his pistoning buttocks.
Now the pleasure surged up through Judy's" loins in overpowering waves of deliciousness. She felt his plundering hardness driving deep up into her welcoming cuntal channel. Oh God! This was good! She'd never before dared imagine that anything could feel so wonderful.
Larry sensed the moment of her complete surrender, and he released all control over his own ravenously straining body. He began hammering his lust-thickened shaft savagely into her glove-tight pussy, feeling the steaming moisture emanating from her vaginal walls to lubricate his spearing cock-flesh. At the same time, he captured her mouth again with his and thrust his tongue deep inside, where she started sucking on it voraciously as if she had been doing this sort of thing all her life. He could feel his hard muscular chest slamming down on the cushiony softness of her full rounded breasts.
Her body was screaming for release, and at that moment, she nearly begged him. Oh God, yes, she really wanted it now...no matter what he did to her. Larry had driven her desire to that wildly spiraling point with the force of his lust-hardened cock alone. But then the brutal pressure of his penile hammering began to make her feel tense again from the anxiety of the pain she knew would surely come. She felt as if her flesh would surely rip apart from the steady pressure as his hips pushed forward with more and more power. The pain in her loins grew to ever greater proportions as her vagina started to resist the blunt force of his fleshy hard cock, until abruptly, her whole body seemed to rip apart as the giant cock-head pushed deeper than ever up into the tight restricting passage.
"Aaaaaggghhh!, , Judy groaned as the pain seared through her body in a fresh agony. But Larry Williams was beyond hearing her now. She was desperately trying to fight off the pressure that tore at her insides, and that one thought occupied her total mind. She squirmed her buttocks away, backing off from the ramming instrument, but she was held too tightly by his strong grip, pinioned by the weight of his body.
"Aaarrrggghhh!" she screamed again as the blood-filled column of his penis expanded her tightly stretched passage to fit its thick round size. With slow sureness, his ravaging cock pressed inward even farther, and each plunge seemed to Judy to be even more terrible than the last. She was sure she was going to faint, and he would continue to rape her unconscious body with his mindless rod buried deep up inside her belly. But she no longer had the strength to resist and she let out a low moan and gave up fighting the pain.
"Ooooh...oooooh...oooooh...." she groaned helplessly as the now unrestricted instrument plunged easily up the remainder of her wide-stretched cunt, completely filling her womb with its fiercely pummeling flesh. Larry's loins crashed heavily into her defenseless vagina as his throbbing cock submerged in the fear-tight flesh to its maximum depth. The red-haired woman lay motionless, afraid to make the slightest move for fear the pain would start again, and she thought for sure that his murderous cock was going to pierce through the walls of her belly and totally disembowel her.
Slowly she became aware of the other parts of her body which were still very much alive. Her heart was pounding furiously in her chest, and the taut nerves in her neck were twitching as he nipped her throat lightly with his teeth. Gradually she became aware that her arms were still around his body, holding him to her breast.
"Oooooh!" she cried out as the tension in her loins once more gave way to a warm sensuous feeling of pleasure. Beyond her control, the tingling heat began fluttering through her flesh, rekindling the fires of passion in her burning womb.
The defenseless young redhead drew her knees up, giving her the leverage to screw her wide-stretched vaginal furrow up against the coarse fuzziness of his pubic hairs. But as she arched her hips up, Larry withdrew his long cock from her womb, and suddenly, she found herself gasping at the strange empty feeling up inside her. Then he plunged his cock vigorously back into her welcoming passage. She could feel the smooth rubbery tip of his cock-head parting the walls of her vagina as it slid up inside her, and her cunt closed tightly around the thickness of his penis, the tingling nerves lining her vaginal walls transmitting every part of its form to her brain. And now she hung suspended on every movement of his long downstroke. exulting in the fantastic sensation of his most intimate flesh rubbing against hers.
Again, Larry pulled back with his hips to withdraw all but the spongy tip of his steel-hard cock, and as he slammed into her clasping pussy with a swifter motion, his sperm-swollen balls slapped all the way down against her tiny puckered anus.
"Aaaaah!" she moaned as the weirdly pleasurable sensation came rippling up her spine. His balls were churning with the pressure of his sperm inside them, and she could feel them pulsing eagerly as they crashed into her naked buttocks.
Now the young father began a steady rhythm of sawing in and out of his former girlfriend's responding pussy, the driving motion of his turgid penis sending ripples of overwhelming pleasure throughout every part of her passion-aroused young body. Unconsciously, she took up the rhythm along with him, arching her hips up as he drove savagely forward on the in-stroke, and pulling back as his loins retreated from hers.
The fire burning deep in her womb became more intense as Larry's already-massive cock seemed to grow even larger, and his fucking became faster and faster. His moistened column slid with greater ease in and out of her tightly grasping cunt, the walls of her passage clasping and squeezing over every part of its throbbing length as it stirred her to wilder frenzies of passion. His penis plowed with more urgency deep inside her womb, and their pubic hairs tangled together, red and blond, only to slip apart as his cock withdrew to lunge back in once more. Judy felt her whole body becoming part of her hungrily clasping cunt as the sensations reached out into every nerve-ending to work her up to a feverish pitch of uncontrollable excitement such as she had never known before.
She had never imagined there could be so much pleasure in being totally filled by this huge, fleshy rod pounding crazily into her belly. The frantic rolling motion of their bodies fucking on the river bank made her mind whirl with tiny electric-like stars that bounced and exploded as her passion increased even further. She drew her legs up high, now. as high as they would go, and she began flexing and relaxing the muscles in her thighs to pull and suck at the wonderful cock that skewered with tremendous force up into her fiery cunt.
Now Larry's hands began exploring the full mounds of her breasts each time he lifted slightly up away from her, and a rippling flash of raw pleasure shot through her body. And then he slipped one hand down underneath her gyrating buttocks and his extended middle finger began probing lewdly at the tiny puckered rosebud of her anus.
"Oooooh!" she gasped at the unexpectedly pleasurable sensation that tickled through her loins.
Then he flicked his finger up and moistened the tip with the juices flowing from her molten pussy, and he quickly brought the finger back to her tightly resisting anus, where it began to burrow into her nether depths.
"Aaaaarrgghh!" she gasped, feeling humiliated that he would dare do such a depraved thing. But she was unable to struggle or utter any further word of protest as her passion-driven body bucked uncontrollably up to meet his jackhammering cock.
Slowly, the bearded widower worked his moistened finger up into her defenseless anal passage, until abruptly, he jabbed the extended digit up inside to the first knuckle.
"Uuuuunnnngggghhhh!" she gasped, desperately trying to resist this ultimate shame, but utterly unable to master the rhythmic bucking of her buttocks as she thrust her hips up wildly to meet each wanton thrust of his rock-hard cock. Each uncontrollable pumping motion of her loins only served to drive her invaded anal passage down farther over the impaling finger, and she felt a vague sensation of horror as she realized that it was her own feverishly pounding body which was forcing his plundering finger deeper and deeper up into her forbidden depths. And even worse, there was nothing she could do to stop him; she could only help him in this merciless invasion of her nether depths.
The blond-haired widower became increasingly aware of the growing pressure in his sperm-bloated balls, and he knew he wouldn't be able to hold back much longer. But he didn't want it to end just yet. Now that he had finally gotten this voluptuous redhead turned on, he wanted to savor and enjoy every possible minute of this magnificent young body. Nonetheless, he realized that he was swiftly approaching the point where it would be beyond his control. As he slammed his lust-hardened cock faster and faster up into her sweet hot pussy, he could already feel his sperm boiling up in his balls, ready to explode.
A deep groan issued from his mouth, and his body seemed suddenly to go out of control. Lunging forward, he stabbed his pounding cock mercilessly up into the deepest confines of her tender belly, and abruptly the white-hot sperm began to spew out the tip in sporadic spurts, flooding her molten channel.
"Oooooh! Ooooooh! Unnnggghhh!" she moaned as the great spurting instrument saturated her cunt with his viscous cum. She could feel every drop of the passion-heated liquid bursting deep inside her belly, and the sensations were so tremendously arousing that her whole womb seemed to explode in response. She jammed her pelvis up as tight as possible against the jerking rod of flesh inside her, and her wildly contracting cunt erupted like a spewing volcano with her own joyous orgasm.
" Aaaarrrggghhh ! " she screamed. "I'm...I'm . . .oh God, I'm...cuuuummmiiinnnggg! I'm cumming!" Her shriek echoed in her own ears as the searing passion in her body soared to a pinnacle of pleasurable delight. She sank her fingernails into the back of the man above her. and pulled him down hard against her heaving breasts. She wanted to be smothered by his warm flesh, to cover her tingling nerves with a hot instrument of ecstasy at every tiny opening to her body. She arched her widespread loins up to receive all of his hotly jetting sperm, and her own climactic secretions gushed through her hungrily contracting passage over his jerking cock to spill out around its hair-covered base and run slowly down the crevice of her upturned buttocks. The ecstasy seemed to go on and on forever until her body was completely drained of all tension.
"If old Keith did as well as I did today, he did pretty damned well," Larry murmured in her ear, breathing heavily and still gasping. He nuzzled her neck appreciatively, nipping and kissing the flushed flesh of her collarbone. "Hurray for hypocritical virgins. They're the best kind," he whispered happily against her still warmly pulsing skin.
Judy lay as if dead, her green eyes closed against the deepening afternoon sky with the blond-haired man who in one short hour had destroyed her old life and jolted her into an entirely new course. Dimly, her brain began to bleat faintly in some dark recess, trying to arouse the guilt and shame her lusting body had buried in the tides of sensation that had changed her life forever.
I'm no longer a virgin, she thought. I'm no longer a virgin...and. . . I'm glad!
CHAPTER THREE
Judy studied herself in her bathroom mirror. Her body was smoothly tanned, and her face was still flushed with sleep. Her bright red hair tumbled in a cascading stream around her shoulders and down her back. The depraved behavior of the day before was miraculously not engraved on her face.
She looked clean and young and warmly female, even to herself. How could it not show? How could she ever have allowed herself to get into such a position? And how could she possibly have given vent to such uninhibited lust with Larry Williams and not reap the ravages of it visibly?
There had been the multiple scrubbings in the bathtub last night, the scouring of her body inside and out, the weeping, and finally an exhausted sleep. But now...the next morning, she was ravenous, and only the tenderness of her vaginal walls and the pulsing fullness of her breasts that still seemed to tingle with her boyfriend's touch gave evidence which she alone could feel of her downfall. She was no longer a virgin!
Eating scrambled eggs and ham on her tiny porch, she thought about her predicament, vaguely trying to formulate some sort of plan. Her stomach continued to clamor for food, and she ate voraciously. The more she tried to keep her thoughts on the business of Old Paramus School, the more she kept seeing Larry Williams in her mind's eye. His blond-bearded face and powerful body kept intruding, and she seemed able to recall every tiny facet of his gigantically burgeoning cock. She wondered if she would see him today. It was ridiculous, she told herself. How could she feel anything for a self-avowed drop-out, a depraved man with a degenerate son who would most probably get her into a lot of trouble if she weren't careful.. . a man who had raped her casually and laughed about his son's debauchery!
Clearly, she had to get herself in hand. She couldn't let this hippie...this profligate who had fled from society precisely because he couldn't handle its responsibilities, turn her head and influence her own goals. She had always avoided this type of man in the past they always turned out bad, destroying everything and everyone around them. A small sinking feeling clutched the pit of her stomach, and she felt a stab of fear as she realized how easy it would be to be influenced by him...maybe not the others, but this one man. Well, she simply would have to be doubly on her guard.
As she walked down the path leading from her cottage to the schoolyard, all at once she was greeted by a group of screaming children. "Miss Turner! Miss Turner! Look! Look...we have a new teacher!" they all seemed to be crying at the same time. They were jumping up and down in wild excitement. "Look, look, Miss Turner! He's here...he's here!"
A tall pleasant-faced young man got up languidly from against the storage shed where he had been propped lazily, and he greeted her with a smile as she approached. He unwound his body as though it were a loose spring, and there was a lithe animal-like grace to his movements, and his head was large and bear-like. He had long black hair and a thin face with mocking brown eyes.
"Good morning," the red-haired teacher smiled hesitantly. "I'm Judy Turner." She held out her hand to him uncertainly.
"Yes.. . I know," she said, ignoring her outstretched hand. His sparkling brown eyes traveled over her open-necked sweater, lingering at her lushly outlined breasts, and sweeping down her hips to her shapely long legs.
Judy's face burned, and she dropped her eyes in confusion. One hand went to her hair that she had coiled neatly in a crown on her head. "I...ah...can I help you?"
The young man smirked suggestively and said, "Yes...I think so." His breathy voice brought another blush to Judy's cheeks. Then abruptly he thrust out his hand and took hers. "I'm Pete
Brewster. Old Archie...Archibald Feather, that is. . . sent me down to take care of you...that is, to help you...on the playground."
His choice of words, and the slight emphasis on play sent Judy's color rising even higher. She decided to ignore his suggestive manner. This was her school, and she couldn't let this insolent young man get the best of her. She had to set him straight from the start. . . show him who was in charge here. But she felt overwhelmed by the suddenness of it all. She knew Mr. Feather was going to send down someone to help her, but she hadn't expected it to be so soon.
"Oh, yes, Mr. Brewster. Mr. Feather did say he was sending someone to supervise the children on the playground. I'll show you around later and instruct you in your duties. It's time now for school to start, and I'll be busy with the children for a little while. Why don't you take a look at the sports equipment here in the shed and...oh...perhaps make a list of things we'll need."
She brushed past him then and hurried up the hill, maintaining an outward appearance of calm and confidence that she didn't feel inside at all.
Everything seemed to go wrong from that first moment. It was as though the children had to try out the new teacher by behaving at their worst, and their testing of the new man only served to put Judy in the difficult position of trying to maintain order, while giving Pete
Brewster the impression that the children were always like this, and that she continually had problems of discipline. She was furious with them, and she was just as furious with the smirking young man who swaggered finally to the head of the classroom to bark at the unruly students and quiet them down immediately as if by magic. They followed him docilely out onto the playground and were soon shouting and whooping gleefully in a wild game of tag.
Judy stood at the window, watching, and for the first time in her life, she found herself actually swearing under her breath for several seconds. Stop it, she told herself sternly, but the fury went on twisting her stomach into knots. Through a haze of anger, she watched Pete Brewster getting all the children involved and playing. He moved with an effortless grace, the muscles in his shoulders and back rippling visibly under his striped T-shirt. Judy started guiltily when she realized that she was actually wondering what those powerful arms would feel like holding her. My God! she thought, what's happened to me...just since yesterday?
Brown-haired Sandy Martin entered her range of vision then, running like the wind across the open playground, laughing and screaming like any other fourteen year old girl at play. Her nubile breasts bounced as she ran, clearly outlined under a tight blue sweater that clung to her like a second skin. Judy could even see the pointed nipples of her breasts poking out in tiny hard cones under the thin material. The child had no brassiere on! At the same time, the red-haired teacher became dimly aware of the heaviness of her own breasts, her nipples tingling under her lace brassiere that felt too tight and constraining after the mauling they were subjected to the day before.
The whole afternoon came rushing back into her memory like a taped playback...the lust-aroused peeping on Sandy and Keith...and the subsequent depraved sexual attack on her own virginal body by Keith's father, Larry Williams. Her head whirled and she shivered as the full memory of those hours came back so vividly that she felt her vagina clench inward involuntarily, and her nipples stiffen with renewed desire.
Her eyes fogged over as she stood staring unseeingly out the window. Then, without warning, Pete Brewster came into focus as he raced after Sandy Martin and tagged her. The look on his face was unmistakable. It was almost exactly the same look that had been on young Keith's face as he lay between Sandy's outspread legs, and the same as the look on Keith's father's face when he'd pinned the young teacher down on the river bank.
Judy's hands gripped the window sill, and her lips clamped tightly shut to stifle a groan. My God! What was happening to her? Now she was beginning to imagine things that weren't there...she was imagining that same look on every man's face.
She whirled from the window with a sharp almost physical pain in her heart. It was wrong! All of it was wrong! It was wrong what Keith had done to Sandy, and it was wrong what Larry had done to her.
Judy realized what she had to do. No matter how distasteful or how incompetent it made her look, the whole matter had to be reported to the superintendent. Well, the part about what had happened between Keith and Sandy, anyway. She was certainly not going to tell him about Larry and herself. But, if something went wrong later and she hadn't reported what she had seen Keith and Sandy doing, then things could be a lot worse for her. Besides, there were all the other children to think of. They must be protected too.
* * *
As Judy Turner strode into the office of Archibald Feather, her palm was perspiring profusely against the leather of her briefcase. The heavy wooden desk stood in the old high-ceilinged office and the tall superintendent sat behind it with an air of confidence. He smiled cordially as the young red-haired teacher entered.
"Oh...Judy...sit down, my dear."
"Mr. Feather...I'm sorry to bother you. I know you're awfully busy, but I have a rather urgent problem. I...."
The tall blue-eyed man sat waiting for her to continue. She was a really delectable looking girl, he thought. He scanned her svelte form quickly and imperceptibly as he watched her blush and stumble over her words. He could feel his cock harden slightly inside his tight shorts at the sight of her full breasts thrusting out against the soft material of her bright green sweater.
"I...uh...have something rather horrifying to report."
Archibald Feather maintained his icy calm, but the ghost of a smile flickered over his lips. The blood had rushed to the girl's face, and she looked down at her clenched hands folded uneasily in her lap.
She took a deep breath and continued, "Yesterday afternoon, I caught two children...behind the school house...engaging in...uh...relations," she blurted out, her eyes not daring to look at his.
The icy-eyed superintendent almost laughed aloud. But in a gentle tone, he asked, "Relations? What sort of relations?" At the same mind, his eyes sparkled with ridicule. Why, I believe she's still a virgin! he thought. She acts like she thinks sex is only something for married people. This might be a lucky break for him. Anything that Judy Turner, with her out-of-date morals, couldn't handle might be in his favor.
Rapidly, he tried to keep a step ahead of her, wondering how he could turn this incident to good use.
"Sexual relations," the red-haired teacher whispered hoarsely, her face almost as red as her hair.
Archibald Feather decided to make her as uncomfortable as possible. "You mean they were petting?" he inquired softly. He was going to really enjoy this.
"No," Judy Turner replied, shaking her head.
"Well, necking...kissing...whatever you want to call it?"
"No," she ventured again. "No...they were...they had their clothes off...or, well...open...and they were...well...having sexual relations."
The superintendent coughed, covering his mouth with his hand to hide his broad grin. Then he rose from his chair and stood looking out the window, his back to the slumping girl and his hands clasped behind him. He cleared his throat noisily, nearly losing control and bursting into a gale of laughter. By the time he turned back to face her, his expression was composed. Slowly and deliberately he let his icy blue eyes slide over her huddle figure.
"Then say what you mean, Judy," he told her in a quiet voice. "Do you mean that they were fucking?" His steel-grip on his features almost snapped again as he saw her cringe back from his use of the word, almost as if he had struck her across the face.
'is that what you mean?" he demanded, a sharp edge entering his voice.
The young teacher nodded in acute embarrassment.
"Then say what you mean. There's no reason to be shy with me, my dear. I'm your superintendent, after all. We are all of an age to know the facts of life. They were fucking and you saw them...is that right?"
"Yes," she whispered, still not daring to look up at him, and she nodded miserably in case he hadn't heard her low tone.
Archibald Feather could see that she was on the brink of tears. Now was the time to press the advantage.
"I was afraid something like this would happen eventually...down at Old Paramus." He stepped from behind his desk and began striding back and forth across the room with an anxious air. "Yes. Old Paramus is too isolated. Way off by itself like that. It's the product of another age...far out of date...should have been closed down long ago. Those children should be bused into town where they can receive proper supervision...it would be far cheaper for the school district, too." He paced back and forth musingly. "And it is too much to ask a young teacher like yourself to ride herd on a bunch of students who aren't much younger than you are. All alone out there...By the way," he interjected, whirling to face her, piercing her with his icy-blue eyes. "Did Brewster get down there yet?"
The red-haired teacher suddenly became aware of what she had let herself in for. He didn't understand at all, and he was going to use this confession on her part as an excuse to close down the school. Then, she remembered his question, and she nodded, while she tried to formulate the words to defend Old Paramus. But the superintendent interrupted before she could speak.
"Was Brewster of any help to you?" And, not waiting for her answer, he went on, "Yes, I can imagine he got the children organized and involved in games proper for their ages, where he remained as their guide and mentor rather than putting himself on their same level and opening the way for further problems of discipline."
"Oh...please...Mr. Feather. You don't understand...." Judy choked out the words. Her body felt as though it couldn't contain all the myriad emotions that swept through it with hurricane force. Her control had gone long ago. She felt helpless and so infuriated that her words would hardly form on her lips. "Closing the school wouldn't solve anything. It's not too isolated! That's the whole reason it's a good school...the whole concept of Old Paramus must be preserved. Don't you see...what happened had nothing to do with the school itself. . . or with me...it could happen anywhere...."
The tall superintendent assumed a concerned air. He wasn't about to lose his advantage at this point. "Can't you see how the parents will view it. Judy?" he asked. "Have you told them yet?"
"Uh...I spoke with the boy's father...but not the girl's parents yet...."
"You'd better let me handle that. How did the boy's father react?"
"He...he...laughed...." The memory of the previous afternoon swept over her all at once, and her trembling increased. Abruptly, she burst into tears.
"Well...that's a relief," Archibald Feather answered, ignoring her tears. "No trouble from that quarter...but the girl's parents could be another matter. Better give me her name."
"Sandy...Sandy Martin," the weeping young teacher sobbed out as the superintendent wrote the information on a piece of paper. The tall man pushed the paper aside and sat down, leaning back in his chair.
"You mustn't take it so hard, my dear," he soothed. "These things happen...but they wouldn't happen in a town school. At least, not right on the school grounds where the school authorities could be held responsible. It's too much to ask one solitary girl to handle all those children in that primitive situation. No, I think you'll agree when you think about it that Old Paramus must be closed down. It will be the best thing for everyone concerned. We'll have to get the approval of the school board, of course...and that will take a little time
Suddenly, the sobbing redhead stood up. She was visibly shaking, and the anger and frustration were obvious in her expression. Her words were barely understandable.
"I beg you...Mr. Feather...don't do something so foolish...so ridiculous.. . I can handle the school...I have handled it very well up till now...I have a very good record. Honestly! My students have won some good scholarships and...Oh, you can't. . . you can't close Old Paramus!" she wailed pitifully.
"Judy! This isn't your decision to make...nor mine. Your judgment is biased where Old Paramus is concerned. You've allowed yourself to become too involved with your students. Obviously it's more than one girl can handle. Look at you...look at how upset you are over a simple situation you couldn't handle. You can't even control your own emotions . . .quite obviously," he added brutally.
"But...but, please...won't you just listen?" Judy sobbed as she fought for control, unable to quench the flood of tears cascading down her cheeks.
Archibald Feather was well aware of the cause of the girl's loss of control. He had just pulled the rug out from under her feet. Nonetheless, he wasn't about to let her know that he understood. He came out from behind the desk and put his arm comfortingly around her shoulder.
"Now, you run along home, Judy. I'll handle this. That's what a school superintendent is for. You're much too overwrought. Don't you worry, my dear. We'll find a way to work the situation out very nicely, and we'll find a nice class here in town at one of the other schools...a class all your own. Everything will work out just fine, you'll see. Of course, it will take a little while, but don't fret about it. I promise you I'll get on it right away."
Judy found herself being propelled toward the door. When he'd piloted her almost there, she stopped. Oh, God! She'd ruined everything! Everything she'd worked so hard for...everything she'd dreamed! Her own school would never be a reality now. No foundation would ever give her a grant unless she could prove her success in a functioning school.
"No!" Judy tore herself from the superintendent's grasp and stood shaking and white lipped. A surge of determination shot through her. "You mustn't close Old Paramus. I've worked so hard. You're not going to take it away from me. I don't need help. You're making it all look so different than it really is. I don't need anything except your support to keep the program going. I have children there now who need me...who need the school just as it is...despite what happened yesterday. Two students don't make a school. This has never happened before. It's...it's the hippie element. Don't you see? It wasn't my fault...and it wasn't the fault of the school. You mustn't take my school away from me...you mustn't. . .
"There, there, my dear," the tall man soothed her, patting her on the arm. "That isn't for you to decide, Judy...or me...it's up to the board. Now you'd better run along. I have a great deal of work ahead of me. I'll handle the Martin girl's parents." He ushered her out the door. "Now, don't you worry about it. It will all work out for the best." He closed the door as she stood outside staring numbly, and a wide grin broke over his face.
CHAPTER FOUR
The spectre of the school being closed haunted Judy Turner from that time on. She worked feverishly and drove herself for two days, almost around the clock. In her mind, Archibald Feather took on the dimensions and attributes of a devil incarnate. When her brain had begun functioning again and her anger became manageable, she'd realized that the only way to save Old Paramus was to prove to the townspeople and especially to the board members that the school was a properly functioning, innovative and worthwhile institution. That, far from being an anachronism and an eyesore, it was a source of pride for the whole community.
The school fair was an annual event that she and the children had devised to raise money for the extra books they wanted and equipment the district couldn't provide. This year, it had to serve a far more urgent purpose. It had to persuade the establishment and the school system that a small one-room school house was not only worth preserving, but it was a better school than its town counterparts.
Judy had explained it all to the children. Their response had been immediate and enthusiastic. Everyone pitched in to get the fair ready in record time in order that the board members could see it before their next meeting, when Judy was sure Archibald Feather would attempt to persuade them to close the school down.
After two days of back-breaking work that had lasted, for Judy and Pete and a few helpful parents, far into the night, the fair was almost ready to go. Pete had turned out to be a valuable aide. She'd really misjudged him that first day. Her own guilt had caused her to suspect him, she realized that and the fact that the superintendent had sent him to help her, and she couldn't help but distrust anything Archibald Feather did for her. But Pete had worked hard, and he'd almost single-handedly built all the scaffolding for the booths and hung the hastily dyed banners. It was beginning to look like a real Renaissance fair despite the crude materials and the improvisations.
"Looks like we'll make it, Miss Turner," one of the departing parents said.
"If that damned board doesn't appreciate this...they don't know anything," another parent stated.
The sounds of cars starting, doors slamming, and the laughter and talk of leave-taking came to Judy's ears as she leaned against the porch pillars. Most of the children's parents were interested in the school and had rallied eagerly to help out when they realized the real danger the school was in. No town school had that kind of support. It was only one other evidence of the importance of a school like Old Paramus, as far as Judy was concerned.
She was so tired she could hardly stand, but there was a warm glow of satisfaction from the work that had been freely given when she asked for it. After the humiliation and horror, starting with her experience of watching Keith and Sandy, it was wonderful to feel some sense of stability and purpose once again. Her own transgression with Larry Williams was dimming now, and perhaps one day she could even forgive herself.
"Come on...I'll help you close up, Judy," Pete said as he turned from the departing cars making their way down to the highway. He leaped up onto the porch and flung an arm carelessly around Judy's tired shoulders, and bent his head to her red hair as he swung her into the deserted schoolroom.
"You've been a great help, Pete. I never could have made it without you. I'm so glad you're here."
"Yeah, I'm glad I came, too," Pete mumbled, pulling her brusquely into his arms inside the door, his hand hitting the light switch off in one smooth motion. He felt her stiffen rigidly in his arms as his mouth met hers. The surprise of this unexpected attack took her breath away sharply.
She was going to play hard to get, he thought. A lot of girls did at first. This was going to be real fun to wrestle her to the begging point. The way she watched him when she thought he didn't notice had told him a lot more about Miss Judy Turner than her business-like manner since he'd first come to Old Paramus. The poor girl was starving for a good fuck. Anybody could see that.
Old Feather had made it clear that he could do just about anything he wanted to down here. Pete had been surprised when the superintendent had called him and offered to put him back on the payroll. That last superintendent had gotten pretty nasty when the parents of the Morrison kid had complained about Pete's just feeling the kid up a little. He'd been fired and had to go back to driving a cab for awhile. It was all right, but the pay wasn't very good, and there wasn't much in the way of security. Plus he didn't have the easy access to sweet young pussy. Old Feather had never turned a hair though, and he knew the reasons he'd been fired were clearly stated in his personnel records. Old Archie had hired Pete on the spot and sent him down to Old Paramus the next morning. Pete wasn't sure what the old buzzard was up to, but he was pretty sure what was expected of him...and he was only too glad to come through with flying colors.
"Pete! Leg go of me!"
"Take it easy, baby," Pete muttered, his arms tightening, and his hands moving down to her wrists to keep her from scratching him or trying to get away. "I'm not going to hurt you." The soft contours of the voluptuously curved girl in the tight jeans and open shirt were mashed deliciously against Pete's eager hardness and he held her in a vise-like grip.
Judy twisted her wrists against the clenched fists and tried to wrench her mouth away from the warm wet tongue that was probing at her lips, trying to force its way inside, but his other hand held her head close to his, forcing her mouth to accept his sudden brutal onslaught. No...this was too much! Just when she'd decided she'd misjudged him, he reverted to the lusting male animal...just like Keith and Larry. Men! They were all a-like! They thought about only one thing and they'd use any devious means to get it.
A .low muffled moan escaped Judy's fiercely held mouth as she struggled to get out of the game-instructor's relentless grasp. Despair descended on her as thick as the darkness all around them, for she felt the same traitorous tingling along her nerve ends as she had on that fateful afternoon with Larry. I couldn't be...Oh God...not again. She just couldn't allow her body to take over her mind again! She had to resist! She had to!
She moaned again, but not in passion or arousal. The sound escaped from the very depths of her tortured soul. It signaled defeat.
"Take it easy, baby," Pete murmured when he heard her groan. "There's plenty of time." He pushed her back on a bench and began kissing her neck, his tongue licking at the soft flesh, moistly jabbing into her ear, and the wet tip running around the edges of her ear made her shiver and brought an unwanted tingling warmth to her loins.
"You're a sexy little thing." Pete whispered as she sat with her thighs tightly clenched, dreading his touch, and terrified of her own reactions.
His hand roamed down across her flat belly, on down the outside of one leg, then back up the smooth, warm cloth-covered flesh to the juncture of her trembling thighs. Pulling the zipper of her jeans down to expose her belly to his lustful gaze, his hand snaked inside the opening and down under the elastic waistband of her panties to her soft silky pubic hair. He grinned lustfully and thrust out his middle finger, smoothly inserting it along the thinly quivering crease at the top of her trembling vaginal slit, and moving in to find the tiny button of her clitoris. His extended finger rubbed at the little nub teasingly, striving to excite the vibrant sensations of wanton sexuality he knew resided in every woman. Judy cringed inwardly with his touch. "Oh. please...Pete...please don't." she moaned as she felt his strong hands forcing her jeans down over her hips and pulling and tugging at the thin panties guarding her cringing cuntal-lips.
He smiled lasciviously and thrust his hand in under the leg band of her panties, twisting the thin crotch material aside. Then giving a determined yank, he tore the flimsy nylon away from her moistly heated vaginal area along with her paint-stained jeans, leaving her loins trembling naked and defenseless against the coolness of the schoolroom bench.
"No! Oh, no!" she cried, clamping her legs tight together, her hand going down to cover her nakedly exposed cuntal flesh.
"Come on, baby...open your legs," the dark-haired man grunted.
"Leave me alone," she pleaded. "I...I just can't...."
"Sure you can...come on, you wouldn't want me to send in my report to Old Feather that you were hard to get along with...that I couldn't get any cooperation out of you. The school board might not like that."
She groaned in despair. "You wouldn't dare...besides, they'd never believe you. All I'd have to do is tell them the truth."
Pete laughed derisively. "Yeah? Go ahead...tell them the truth. Who they gonna believe? Old Feather's just looking for a good excuse to close down this old school. And the school board would accept my version...a pretty girl all alone up here...lonely...then a good-looking young stud comes up...they'd figure you'd be pretty damned eager to get a little loving, so eager you just wouldn't leave me alone...." He left the sentence hanging, letting her use her own imagination to convince her of the justice of his argument...but knowing damned well the school board wouldn't believe a word he said...not with his record. But she didn't know that.
Defeat, disgust and fear mingled in the distraught red-haired teacher. She had visions of the school board considering her accusation, and then deciding that she was little more than a depraved whore, blaming her for all of it, for setting a bad example that naturally led an innocent child like Keith Williams to take advantage of a poor innocent girl like Sandy Martin. As logic overwhelmed her, slowly she relaxed the muscles of her thighs, allowing the firm white flesh to splay out slightly, revealing the thin pink slit glistening moistly in the pale moonlight from the school windows, a scarlet ring of sparse red hair lining the soft flesh where the inner lips protruded slightly, and her clitoris peeked out like a tiny tongue.
Then she felt his extended middle finger moving in on her, tracing the thin, pink furrow of her softly quivering cunt, and she squirmed and shivered with abhorrence at the lewdness of his insinuating finger. Then she started to feel a strange, masochistic warmth and a pruriently delicious agitation she could not explain as he wormed his finger deeper and deeper up inside her moistly heated vaginal passage.
In her utter helplessness, she realized it was beginning to happen to her again. The spreading warmth in her belly, the tingling awareness and the heightened sensations seeming to center on the probing finger. . . and giving her that unwanted, forbidden pleasure.
Oh God! That feeling! His finger is driving me crazy!
Judy moaned in an agony of emotional conflict, her nerve endings alive with the shimmering electric shock of it along the flesh of her tender thighs, her loins helplessly responding to his touch, but not wanting to respond, not wanting it to happen.
Squirming her buttocks on the hard school bench, she sought to escape the tantalizing finger, her despairing moans changing little by little to a low mewling whimper of need as his finger taunted the tightly sensitive little cuntal mouth. Gently he thrust up into its narrow depths time after time, then parted the softly curling pubic hair to make a sudden electrifying contact with the tiny, pulsing nub of her erect clitoris. She could feel the moisture seeping from her pussy because of the forbidden sexual excitation that had now filled her whole being, and she clenched her teeth to hold back a rising groan of pleasure. She would not succumb to the salacious feelings building within her!
No! God, no! It's wrong! So terribly wrong! I'm selling myself. . . giving in to the evil in me...God! No! I can't. . . "
She couldn't allow this virile male body to do these things to her! Forcefully, she thrust her hands against his chest as she writhed and kicked out, attempting to push him away from her.
"No! Stop it! Goddamn you!" she snarled up at him. "Get off me!"
Her sudden change of manner and the force of her attack took Pete off-guard for a moment, but he was not startled enough to release the young teacher and let her escape from him. It had gone too far for that. He caught both her wrists in his steel-fingered grasp, his weight pinning her down to the bench beneath him.
"That's the way, baby. Fight it! It'll feel so much better when you finally give in." He laughed lustfully, gripping her all the more tightly. He could feel his turgid cock lurching excitedly in his tight pants. It was always so much better when they fought a little; it made it much more exciting. Now, he forced his leg between her thighs, wedging them open, and his middle finger went back to teasing the moist softness of her gently clasping vagina. "You're going to get fucked, baby...but I ain't going to rape you. You'll be climbing the walls, wanting it, begging me for it!" He laughed in cruel pleasure, a cold lewd smile twisting his face.
"No! No!" she wailed defiantly. "I'll never beg for it...Never!" Her wail ended in a sob as she felt, deep in her heart, that he was right. God, no! She could never allow herself to do something so debasing. But how could she stop herself? She knew that as soon as her body took over, she would be utterly helpless. She would beg for it! But it would be her body begging...not her. Only he would believe it was she...and she would never be able to convince him otherwise.
Then, slowly, Judy stopped struggling and relaxed, the insane horror of her defenseless situation sinking into her tortured brain. God! She was trapped! She could only lie there and allow this young, cold-hearted man to do whatever he wanted to her, let his hands roam at will over her vulnerable body, taking any and all indecently lewd liberties with her that he pleased...and then, when he was ready, he would take her sexually . . .violate her warm, young body and squirt his lust-heated sperm deep into her unwanting belly. And her body would beg him for it!
There was nothing she could do nothing at all to stop him. Tears of humiliation and despair flowed down her cheeks; the revulsion in her for her own traitorous bodily reactions catching in her throat. And she groaned as she realized that the tantalizingly cruel play of his fingers on her nerve-filled pussy was bringing uncontrollable responses from the now openly seeping passage between her legs.
His voice was low and husky in her ear, his breath hot against her neck. "Starting to feel good...isn't it, baby?" he taunted.
Rolling her head aside, trying to twist her face away from him, the words caught in her throat and she couldn't speak. The sensual shock of his maddening fingers massaging her quivering clitoris pushed her to writhe her buttocks down hard to escape the frenzied sensations that coursed through her softly vibrating pussy.
"Oooh! Ooooooh! Oooooh!" she whimpered abjectly and involuntarily as he continued his lewd fingering of her abused clitoris.
Pete moved his powerful body up over her, freeing her wrists from his strong-fingered grasp, and bringing his hand up to her head he grabbed a handful of her long red hair. Then he drew her head to him and kissed her wetly, his tongue sliding deep into her mouth as his finger continued massaging her tingling cunt.
"I'm going to make you naked all over now, baby," he grunted. "And you're going to cooperate."
She knew, dully, that she would; at this point, she could do nothing to keep him from using her helpless body as he willed.
Judy felt him raise her arms. She closed her green eyes, not wanting to think about what she was doing, mindlessly helping him with the proper movements, wriggling her shoulders, raising and lowering as he removed her shirt and then she felt his hands behind her as he unfastened her brassiere, and the cool air rushed over her full, throbbing breasts, the distended nipples pointing like spikes into the palms of his hands.
She gasped as his fingers enclosed the warmly vibrant flesh, hotly kneading, squeezing and rolling the sensitive nipples between thumb and forefinger, until finally his hot wet mouth was on her, taking one of the hardened buds between his lips, his tongue licking, lips sucking the nipple maddeningly. Transferring then to the other breast, he paid it a similar homage, his long wet tongue finally trailing down through the narrow cleft that separated them, and her stomach muscles tightened, tensely, as he slithered over her quivering body, his tongue dipping moistly into her navel, teasing it while his hands kept up their constant kneading of her aching breasts.
Now, she could feel his hands as they left her breasts, moving down along her ribs to her waist, sliding down the smooth flesh to the rounded curves of her hips and on down the outside of her legs to her knees. Then back up the insides of her soft warm thighs they came, spreading them, totally exposing her naked loins to his lustful attack, his breath rasping in his throat as his hand again plundered her tight, almost virginal cuntal lips. She kept her eyes closed tight as he raised from where she sprawled nakedly on the bench, and she could hear the whisper of cloth and zipper, and she knew that he was taking his clothes off.
Oh, God! I can't look!
"You'll have to face it, baby...so you might as well open those gorgeous eyes of yours," he insisted.
She recognized the truth in what he said. She did have to face up to it, now that she was so deeply involved. Slowly, reluctantly, she unclenched her tightly closed green eyes, and gasped aloud.
He was completely naked, kneeling now on the bench between her legs, his face distorted into a twisted lewd grin. Involuntarily, her eyes swept down his muscular body with its strong flat belly to his thick hardened penis standing out obscenely below. Her eyes widened, disbelieving what she saw. His cock looked huge. His salacious smile twisted his face as he saw her reaction, and he reached down and began caressing the turgid rod of his lust-hardened flesh, stroking gently back and forth. The foreskin slipped easily over the blood-engorged head, and with each stroke it jerked obscenely in his hand.
"Ya like it. baby?" he chortled.
"It's. . . it's so big!" she gasped. She continued to stare at his body in miserable humiliation, the sight of her own obscenely spread body filling her with shame, and again she was aware of the helplessness, the utter aloneness with which she faced her moment of truth embodied in this lusting, blackmailing brute.
He must be insane! Her churning brain concluded that he was actually enjoying his vicious debauchment of her, the cruel gleam in his brown eyes as he watched the misery he was subjecting her to must be the gleam of a mentally deranged mind.
But even as she stared at him in horror and agony, faint tinglings of unwanted desire surged into her loins, flickering like summer lightning, discharging feelings of wanton depravity along her sensitive nerve-endings. Nevertheless, a new sense of horror arose in the shuddering teacher as she watched her assistant, on his knees before her, lewdly stroking himself. Her eyes fixed upon the lust-swollen cock he held in his fist, its sheer size terrorizing her. Oh God! It would split her in two! How could she ever take something that big up inside her?
Pete grinned at her wide-eyed stare. "Just wait'll you get this in that tight little cunt of yours," he leered and watched the expression of horror and fear that contorted her beautiful face. "You'll know you've really been fucked, then, baby."
Again tears of self-pity welled up in her green eyes, overflowing and running unnoticed down her cheeks as she realized that this beast of a man would show her no mercy. Her mind was overwhelmed with the hopelessness of her position and the frightening realization that there was no escape from the ravishment he was going to inflict on her defenseless young body. This sex-crazed monster was going to completely destroy her! There was nowhere to turn...she was completely at his mercy.
Leaning forward, suddenly, Brewster dropped the full weight of his body upon her, knocking the breath from her lungs. The long hard thickness of his penis pulsated against the soft flesh of her belly, while his brazenly searching hands once more started squeezing the smoothly rounded fullness of her breasts, causing her to whimper in pain. His mouth sought hers and his tongue stabbed deep into her throat, as animal noises of his lust rumbled from deep in his chest.
After long moments, he raised his head uncertainly. God, she was luscious. But she wasn't reacting. She was as motionless as a statue. Well, he'd fix that! He slithered down her body, his head poised above the warm juncture of her thighs. The thought of what he was about to do to her made his mouth water with eagerness.
Kneeling between her legs with his hands pressing apart the soft, warm columns of her smooth thighs, he gazed down hungrily at the thin coral-hued furrow of her vagina. The fleshy little outer petals peeked out from the ring of soft red hair like two tiny tongues, with viscous droplets of clear moisture clinging to them.
As she lay there in confused terror beneath him, Judy felt the heat of his breath on her sensitive flesh, and she moaned aloud in agonized shame. "Oh, my God, no," she moaned, a swift feeling of guilt and disbelief overwhelming her. She whimpered in her throat as she looked down between the high twin mounds of her breasts to the scarlet triangle of pussy hair where she could see the top of his black-haired head as it poised above her softly palpitating cunt.
He can't be going to do...that? she thought with a shiver of fear. It would be the final debasement. No! She had heard of men doing such things...but certainly no decent man would ever do it...and no normal woman would ever allow it. As she lay in terror beneath him, her green eyes pleaded with him not to debase her further. But even as she watched, his hands moved up, and she felt him place his thumbs against the fearfully trembling lips of her cunt, parting the softly curling strands of her pubic hair as he drew her vaginal lips apart and exposed her innermost cuntal walls to his salaciously aroused gaze. And then, unable to tear her eyes away, she saw him drop his head to her loins and felt the moist length of his tongue slide snake-like up into her defenselessly quivering vagina.
"Please...." she groaned, "I...I've never...." Tremulously, her body responded, instinctively twitching with convulsive determination to escape this unnatural outrage he was perpetrating on her vulnerable pussy. Her hips ground down and back as a morass of hatred welled up in her against this inhuman creature who was using his tongue on her...like this.
He's a...a pervert! A beast! A monster! her brain protested in horror.
"Oooh! My God! Oooooh! No! Nooooo!" she wailed, bringing her hands down to try to push his dark head away from her milk-white loins. It wasn't possible! This couldn't be happening to her! It was the ultimate in depravity! Her thoughts churned wildly in her tortured brain...but it was there, it was happening and she couldn't deny the reality of it. Pete Brewster...this man she had trusted and whom she thought was trying to help her...now he had his tongue racing up into her unreceptively tingling cunt!
"Oh, God, Pete.. . stop! Please...stop!" she begged in her abject shame as unwanted sensations of forbidden pleasure began to course through her whole body in reaction to his depraved, animal-like stimulation of her moistly quaking vaginal furrow. She fought desperately to keep her mind from acknowledging the wild, sensual twinges of passion racing maddeningly through her helpless flesh, stabbing at her loins with explosive urgency and subverting her traitorous body to this man's lewd salacious will. But she realized that she was betrayed. In spite of her revulsion, her own body had turned against her!
Then, she saw his brown eyes staring up at her over the scarlet-haired triangle of her loins, watching her sadistically while his mouth and tongue labored wickedly at the widespread slit between her legs, and she could hear the obscene wet sucking sounds. She knew that he was waiting for her final unconditional surrender.
I can't! I won't give in to him! Ooooooh...what's happening to me? I can't think straight. . . ooooooh...his tongue is driving me crazy!
Pete's eyes remained fixed on her contorted face, his tongue continuing to thrust unceasingly up into her searing vagina. Tears came once more to her eyes, and he watched with ruthless satisfaction as she fought a losing battle to control her emotions.
Fight it, baby! Fight it hard...because when you give up fighting.. . anything goes...because then you'll be mine...all mine to do with as I damned well please!
His lips continued to probe until he found the erectly pulsing nub of her miniature phallus-like clitoris. He heard her whimper of agonized pleasure as he took the tiny trembling bud between his teeth, and, holding it firmly, ran his tongue around and around the swollen flesh, laving and massaging it with the wetly flicking tip of his tongue. It wasn't long before he felt the involuntary jerk of her loins as they began to grind up at him in uncontrollable rhythmic counterpoint to his abusive tongue. Now her head began to flail from side to side, the sensations so intense that she could no longer fight them, and he heard mewls and whimpers of pleasure emerging from deep in her chest. He drew her legs up beside his head, sliding his arms under her knees so that her shapely legs dropped over his shoulders, and his hands went beneath the quivering half-moons of her buttocks to pull them up cruelly toward his face.
Judy's cries of involuntary pleasure filled the schoolroom as he shoved his agile tongue deep into the searingly moist depths of her clasping cunt. She knew at once that she had lost her desperate battle with herself, and her hands reached out to him, her fingers tangling in the black thatch of his hair, and she pulled his face tightly into her steaming loins.
She was his now, he realized exultantly. She belonged to him. He was the master, and she was his to fuck...to destroy...to do with as he chose. She was lost beyond all recall.
God! he thought. She's a luscious piece! I could fuck her all night!
In spite of her resolve, Judy's body had finally betrayed her.. . as she'd known it would, and her flesh was no in complete command. She was helpless to do anything but merely obey the demanding sensations running rampant in her slowly grinding loins. Her belly jerked and spasmed, moving in tiny, hesitant circles upward to his plunging tongue as she pulled steadily on his hair, and fierce bolts of sensual lightning struck at her love-starved loins when she felt his tongue flick downward from her vagina toward the hidden puckered ring of her anus. She wanted to scream, but it was muffled into a moan of sensual pleasure as his hot wet tongue flicked at the sensitive opening. It was only a momentary digression from his goal, however, for in the next moment his tongue was back at work in the "vee" of her loins. She cried out throatily from the unplumbed depths of her soul for the fulfillment that had been denied her so long. The decision had been made for her; she could no longer resist. She was helpless in the face of her own lustful passion.
"Oh, God! Pete! Love me! Love me! Now!" she moaned.
The sadistically sex-crazed young man could not contain his savage elation. She was broken to his will, beginning to ask for it...not the way she would later...but at least she was asking him. In a few moments he was going to shove his big aching cock up inside her tight little cunt...and he was going to fuck her until she couldn't walk! God! His load was building in his balls...and he could hardly wait to shoot his hot sperm up into her aristocratic little pussy.
He jerked his head free of her insistent hands in his hair, raised up and looked at her with a crazy, twisted smile.
"You hot enough to fuck now, baby?" he demanded in a rasping voice.
Judy felt as though she couldn't move...and she didn't want to. All there was in the world was this. Her eyes locked on his long thick cock and she knew she had to have it pounding up inside her or she would go completely mad-she had to have it even if it ripped her apart.
Oh God! Don't let me do it! I must be going crazy. . . I feel like I actually want him to...keep on going. . . and. . . and. . . ! No! It's wrong! It's not possible! It's too big...it'll rip me apart. . . but, oh God, I can't stand this torture much longer!
Pete pushed her down on their pile of clothing on the old wooden schoolhouse floor. "Okay, baby, take my cock and put it in that hot little cunt of yours," he commanded.
She shook her head determinedly, her disheveled red hair flying. No! He could never make her do that...no! If he was going to do it, all right, he would do it...but she wasn't going to help him. But even as she resisted, her hand slid down between their lewdly poised bodies, reaching out for his monstrous red-cowled rod of hardened maleness, pausing a mere inch from its swollen tip. No, she couldn't bring herself to this final level of degradation.
Pete groaned with frustration as he felt her hand working between their bodies and then stop before she touched his throbbing cock. "Do it!" he rasped through clenched teeth. "Put it in for me...now!"
The distraught young teacher moaned pitifully. Her hand stretched out and her fingers encircled his thick, lust-inflated cock, feeling for the first time the truly enormous size of him.
Her brain reeled again with fear and anticipation as she used the smooth bulbous cock-head to part the scarlet hair surrounding her moistly ready cunt.
He moved his hips slightly forward, and his spongy cockhead forced its way into the tight elastic opening, stretching it cruelly. Judy was quivering with the fear that the great breadth of it would rip her asunder as her softly resilient flesh was stretched more and more with the almost unbearable pressure he exerted.
The pain was more than she could stand. She screamed, "Oooh, God! You're ripping me! Please...oh, please! Don't...stop!" Her pain-tortured eyes pleaded with him for mercy, but through her tears, she could see the evil leer twisting his face. She knew she could expect no mercy from this heartless man. His ghastly pleasure was evident as he grimaced, the cruel light in his brown eyes telling her that, for him, it was sheer delight to see her suffering, while he brutally continued his inexorable impalement of her ravished young cunt.
Inch by painful inch, his massive cock bored up into her desperately resisting vaginal sheath until abruptly, he grunted, and he lunged forward with all his strength, ramming his rock-hard shaft up into her tightly quailing passage with the force of a primeval boar.
She screamed agonizingly with the excruciating pain of it.
"Aaaaarrrggghhh! You're killing me...you're tearing me apart!"
The thick-headed cock raced its full savage length up into the coral softness of her vaginal passage, pushing the warm walls of futilely resisting flesh aside like a knife spearing warm butter, until she felt his heavy sperm-laden balls smack resoundingly against the smooth naked cheeks of her upturned buttocks.
Pete lay still for a moment atop her, breathing hard, the air raspy in his throat; then, he grunted once again and flexed his buried cock deep inside her, feeling it strained for space within the clasping tightness of her soft, fleshy cuntal sheath.
Judy groaned in abject despair. Once again, her tormentor repeated his flexing motion with the thickness of his massive cock, each time eliciting a tearful groan of agony and shame from deep in her throat. Surprisingly, then, her painfully stretched passage began slowly to adjust, accommodating itself instinctively to the great length and breadth of the throbbing cock piercing its narrow passage. Her grunts of pain became softer as he began a slow grinding motion of his pelvis, insinuating his balls up even more tightly between her thighs, expanding and stretching the soft resilient walls of her cunt until her whimpers of pain gave way to little mewls of forbidden pleasure that she could no longer control. She was on fire. Unbidden, her loins began to move under him, playing a lewd counterpoint to his measured, revolving motions.
He grinned triumphantly to himself. She was ready to beg. Levering himself up on his arms above her, he withdrew the massive sword of his cock from the sheath of her cunt until only the head of it remained clasped between the fleshy wide-split folds of her hair-lined young cunt.
"Now, baby...beg for it! Beg me to fuck you!"
She gasped. "No! Please, noooo! Haven't you done enough to me already? Do you have to...keep on humiliating me?" she whimpered.
Pete laughed maliciously. "Come on, Teach...beg for it. You know you want it." As he spoke, he flexed his cock once more, causing the bulbous head to press tightly against the sensitive opening of her cunt.
Judy mewled in ecstasy. She couldn't help herself. Every fiber of her being rejected it, but all at once she was saying it...saying the words he wanted to hear...spewing them out like a gutter whore...those awful words she would have sworn she would never bring herself to utter.
"Oh, yes," she moaned. "Yes...yes...God! I...I want it! I want you to fuck me. Fuck me! Please...please fuck me!" she begged, rasping the words out between tightly clenched teeth, realizing that now nothing was left for her to hang onto. There was no pride...no morals. All she had left was sensation...the feel of his thickly pulsating cock buried deep up inside her hungry cunt.
"Where do you want me to fuck you, baby?" he teased with a mocking grin.
"Where?" she asked. "Where?" Then she realized he must be wanting to hear her say it...what else could he mean? "In...in my...my...cunt." She groaned out the lewd words with a desperate conviction.
"With what? Goddamn it...with what?"
The red-haired teacher groaned. "With...with your cock...with your big, hard cock! Oh God, just do it!"
Pete rocked above her, thrusting in and out of her with short, smooth strokes. Her body reacted of its own volition, her fight against the lewd sensation in her loins already lost in dishonor and ravishment. She had no further will to struggle; she only wanted to surrender, unconditionally, to the wanton hungers of her flesh, and the thought of her total surrender brought still further excitement to her, the flashes of electric shocks jumping from nerve to nerve and grounding in the close, wet tightness where Pete's cock had begun to thrust longer and faster into her love-starved pussy.
Judy felt her whole body responding to the increased depth and speed of his strokes. She squirmed and. writhed beneath him on the bench, as he dropped his lust-contorted mouth to hers, and she thrust her tongue deep into his throat to be sucked. She moaned incessantly up into his face, her passion-fired mind willing, now, to accept anything. She began to grind her naked loins up to him in tempo with his heavily driving cock, her lovely face contorted with desire, her green eyes glazed, nostrils flaring and her breath coming in a jerky, panting rhythm.
Never in her life had Judy believed that such rapture existed. Never had she expected that, from the licking and sucking of her cunt to this moment with his cock pounding deep up into her belly, filling her completely, she would want anything so much. It was magnificent!
Now, she found as she moved with him, moving her cunt hesitantly at first up and down his blood-engorged shaft, that the intensity of her sensations became more delicious and almost unbearably pleasurable. In a few short days since she'd lost her virginity, she had almost forgotten that lying beneath a man, his cock in her cunt, being fucked against her will could possibly be so pleasurable.-likewise, she had forgotten that she would want to give pleasure in return, for that's what she wanted now. She was being given this wonderful thing...against her will...but now she wanted to give of herself in return.
Oh, God! It's so wonderful! Don't ever let it stop! I want this marvelous prick filling me...fucking into my cunt. . . forever!
Pete reached down, moving his hand over her now hungrily gyrating buttocks to the defenselessly puckered nether ring of her anus. Momentarily soaking a finger in the viscous moisture that seeped from her well-filled cuntal passage, he circled the tiny hole before placing the tip of his extended finger against the rubbery softness of her nether passage. He felt her sharp intake of breath, and the shock in her body, as he pushed slightly against the elastic tightness of her warm, puckered opening.
"Now you're going to get it, baby. I'm going to shove my finger up your ass...as far as it'll go!" he gloated.
His words caused her to gasp, but they were a further incitement to her already inflamed passion, and wantonly, insanely she wanted it. . . she wanted to be hurt...to be hurt until she screamed.
"Yes! Oooooh, yessss! I want it! I want your finger in my asshole...Oh, God! I want you filling me every where!" The strangled words strained from her passion-tightened throat as delirious rapture overcame her violently writhing nakedness.
He pushed hard, and his finger sank up into her anus all the way to the palm. She screamed in mingled pain and passion as the finger wormed in past the tiny resisting elastic muscle, deep up into the rubbery sponginess of her warm rectum. Never had she felt the agony of such pleasurable pain in her whole life. Even as unbelievable bliss filled her loins, she adjusted to the painful presence in her anus and tried to skewer herself back onto his sadistically torturing middle finger. At the same time, she strained her vaginal muscles to suck his monstrous cock completely up into her hot slaving cunt.
Then he thrust into her with increased speed, feeling the bulge of his cock-head against the separating tissues between her pussy and rectum while she writhed uncontrollably beneath him, grinding up and down on his hammering cock with mounting fury. Her legs jerked and her toes curled, while her buttocks moved her finger-filled anal passage against his impaling digit in abject subjugation.
Grunting heavily, he began to pound into her, yanking his invading finger from her anus with a resounding pop, and, using both hands to press her knees back against her breasts, he doubled them back hard, exposing the whole of her naked and defenseless cuntal area to his merciless attack.
Her lovely face contorted with passion. She felt the sensations beginning to overpower her, and she started to chant mindlessly up into his face.
"Ooohh...oooh...oooh...fuck me...hard! Harder!"
He slaved away, thrusting and plunging, wildly jackhammering up into her clasping pussy, his thrusts becoming evermore and more forceful.
Damn! he thought, I've never known a woman like this before! She has every inch of my cock up in her...and she wants more!
She tossed her head wildly, sending her flaming red hair cascading out in waves of burning softness, as her body convulsed in spasms of muscular contraction that brought her to the heights of sensual pleasure. And then she seemed to be falling through limitless space.
As in a dream, she heard herself speaking, her voice unreal in her own ears.
Pete, driving into her from above, felt the great resounding tremors in her body, even as his own orgasm began unleashing deep inside him, behind his pummeling cock, deep in his sperm-bloated balls, hosing up through him and exploding in great spurts from the lust-inflated head of his jerking penis. The hot viscous semen jetted far up into the dark moist confines of her hungrily clasping cunt in a flow that seemingly had no end.
"God! Ooohhh, God, Judy, baby...I'm cuuummmiiinnnggg!" he groaned. "Right with you! Damn! You're pumping me dry! Oh...God...what...a...gorgeous...cunt . . . ! " He collapsed on top of her, his cock still jerking inside her sperm-flooded body.
They lay for long minutes. Time receded for Judy into the shrouding mists of sensuality as she lay there on the schoolroom bench under the black-haired young man, her brain mercifully suspended and shut off. Incredible peace and fulfillment permeated every cell of her flesh, and she was content only to feel, to be. without reason, logic, morals, values or convictions, unidentified, amoebic, merely an animal responding instinctively to the warmth around her.
CHAPTER FIVE
Archibald Feather laid the phone gently back in its cradle. His hand was shaking from the effort to restrain himself from slamming it down in Mrs. Anderson's ear. The rumors were all over town now, each one more exaggerated than the last. That damned Judy Turner had gotten the whole town worked up over Old Paramus. Even the paper had come with an article in her favor...clearly, the little bitch had everyone on her side. Well...not everyone. But she'd gotten to a lot of parents already.
That Brewster guy must be dense as hell. The tall superintendent got up from his desk, downed a couple of aspirins and picked up his briefcase. Certainly that young punk Brewster must have read his meaning. He should have gotten to that Turner bitch by now. But, maybe not. You never knew...maybe he'd have to spoil it out for the kid. Archibald Feather hadn't thought it would be necessary after looking over Brewster's personnel folder. Shit! The young stud couldn't keep his hands off any female teacher or student. His folder was studded with complaints...which is why Feather decided he would be the perfect choice to soften up Judy Turner. But, what the hell...you wanted anything done these days, you had to do it yourself.
Driving up the winding road above the narrow river, Archibald Feather acknowledged to himself that it wasn't just the necessity of getting Judy Turner into a teaching slot in one of the town schools that prompted his decision to go see her tonight. While trying to plot a strategy in his head, the thought of that luscious red-haired beauty was causing his cock to throb painfully in the tight confines of his pants.
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Judy came out of the shower, her body tingling from the needle-sharp spray of hot water. She couldn't seem to take enough baths these days. Blotting her soft nakedness with a huge fluffy towel, she thought about the guilt that she had tried to wash away by multiple bathing. First Larry Williams, and now Pete Brewster. Something seemed to have snapped inside her. It was as though all her careful upbringing had held the dam of her own awareness all these years. But once that dam was broken, the flood of her repressed sexuality had come pouring out in a torrent. How else could she explain her outrageous behavior with two different men in the space of just a few days? It was horrifying simply because it was such a complete reversal of the self she had known all these years.
Dropping the towel, the red-haired teacher looked at her mirrored flesh with loathing and suspicion. The high full breasts topped her smooth soft belly above the flaring patch of scarlet pubic hair. The rest of her white body was smooth and sleek and voluptuous, too. Even the sight of her own flesh seemed to arouse her to lascivious thoughts, now. Tentatively, she reached out a hand to weigh one of her ripe, heavy breasts, and she felt an answering twinge in her scarlet-fringed pussy. Oh, God! It was wrong...terribly, hideously wrong!
With a little cry of humiliation and despair, Judy whirled and threw on her thick terry cloth robe to blot out the view of her own arousing nakedness.
The door chime echoed through the little cottage in a querulous two-toned scale. Judy jerked the pins from her top-knotted hair and pulled her robe high around her throat. Padding quickly across the carpet, she opened the door a cautious crack.
"Yes?" Then her mouth dropped open as she saw Archibald Feather, standing tall and imperiously, seeming to look down his long nose at her. "Oh...oh, Mr. Feather. . . I...excuse me.. . I wasn't expecting anyone...." She opened the door to admit him.
Obviously." His icy blue eyes swept over her from bare feet to the flowing red hair that hung in long flaming strands down her back. The thick bulky terry cloth robe was unable to hide much of her magnificently proportioned young body.
"I...uh...do come in." Judy felt at a loss. What in the world was the superintendent doing here at night? The memory of her hysterical outburst in his office flashed through her mind, and she felt her cheeks flushing despite her attempts to seem cool and calm.
"I'll just get some clothes on," she murmured in confusion. "Perhaps you'd like some coffee. I'll make some...I won't be a minute."
"Don't bother. This won't take long. Sorry to have disturbed you at home...at this time of night...but I think it's time you and I had a serious talk." The tall man sat in the middle of Judy's couch as though he were occupying a throne. He watched her like a beast of prey who has spotted his quarry and can afford to wait and play with it a bit.
Judy perched herself precariously on the edge of a chair, poised as if in preparation for a quick escape. Her robe parted slightly to reveal several inches of cream-white thigh. Her brilliant red hair curled in damp tendrils around her concerned face.
"I mentioned before that perhaps we should see each other in more social circumstances. Glad you were home tonight."
Judy nodded uncertainly; she still felt off-balance from his sudden appearance at her door, and she had a strong feeling of apprehension. What did he want? She couldn't imagine...but she felt sure he meant no good for her. The superintendent's eyes were pouring over her again in a more than familiar way. She felt an isolated muscle quiver in her belly, and her throat was dry.
"Would you happen to have a drink in the house?"
"Oh...yes...forgive me for not suggesting it. Is vodka all right."
"Fine."
When they were back in the living room with icy martinis. Judy curled up at one end of the couch, clutching her glass as though it were a lifeline. Archibald Feather looked very different to her than before. He was wearing a light sport shirt open at the neck, and casual slacks revealed the lines of his tall powerful body. He looked younger but no less formidable, and she waited for him to begin the conversation, vaguely realizing that she was both afraid of him and attracted to him. He was bent on destroying her career.. . so how could she possibly be attracted to him? Perhaps it was because of the very strangeness of the man, his remoteness, his coldness...and then there were those abrupt shifts to frankly sexual stares.
She watched him take a long sip on his drink as he glanced at her bookshelves. The vodka felt like a warm helping hand in her stomach, its glow spreading through her in little fingers of heat.
"Judy," the tall man said, sitting down beside her on the couch, "I know how you feel about Old Paramus, but I'm prepared to offer you something very attractive to take its place." His voice was ominously silky.
"It's a good school...in spite of what you think, Mr. Feather."
"Archie, please. We're talking as friends now, Judy." His hand came up casually and caught a strand of her fine red hair, toying with it casually.
"You look much more feminine with your hair down."
Judy looked down at the carpet, not daring to meet his eyes. "You...you were saying you had something to offer me." She was suddenly very conscious of her vulnerable nakedness under the robe. When she should have been worrying about protecting her school and trying to persuade him to her point of view, she was beginning to feel her own newly awakened awareness. It was crazy. How could she hold onto her own sanity if this continued? Larry seemed to have unleashed something in her that must have been straining for a long time to come out. Was she really like this underneath? Was this the true Judy Turner coming out.. . a sensual-minded slut? Oh, God! Judy took another long drink hoping the alcohol would somehow give her back the courage of her convictions.
"Yes...I'm prepared to offer you a lot of things." His hand strayed down to her knee. "Among them...a rather plum job at the Mulberry School. The best teaching job in the district. . . you could write your own ticket there, you know. Small classes, ungraded, teacher aides...." His voice died in a whisper as his hand traced the length of her terry cloth-covered thigh, and his blue eyes were only inches from hers, boring coldly into her very soul.
Judy could no longer avoid his eyes. like blue ice, they shot into her, into the soft vulnerable places inside her. She could feel his insinuating hand on her thigh, and a warning tingle ran through her nerves. Move! her brain ordered. Get up and walk away from this maniac!
"You should give yourself a chance, Judy. I could do a lot for you...if you'd let me, you know," Archie purred in a husky voice. "You're a very beautiful woman...but alone...and lonely."
Judy heard the words as if from a distance, the sounds not translating immediately, for his lips were near her ear, and his hot breath shot into the sensitive orifice in gusts of sensation. The soft sibilant sounds sent shivers through her whole body. She was dimly aware that in a matter of seconds, he would have her in the same position that Larry and Pete had subjected her to, but her muscles refused to move her away from him. It was as if her body was waiting...welcoming his next move...wanting it.
Suddenly, the mouth at her ear was sliding around her cheek and capturing her mouth in a long and fierce kiss. She could feel the hardness of his lips and the smooth white teeth behind them grinding into her soft half-open mouth. That long striking tongue shot out into the warmth and wetness of her mouth, probing deep into her, forcing her back against the couch. She found it hard to breathe, and she seemed to be helplessly drowning in the waves of passion that swept through her like a raging torrent.
Archibald Feather's large hand snaked into the open neckline of her robe and caught one fully ripened breast in a brutal squeeze, and something clicked in her brain. "Nooo...nooooo!" she protested.
His cruel fingers continued to dig into the resilient flesh of her breast, while his tongue fucked relentlessly into her mouth. She must have been mad, completely mad, to let herself get into this position with a man who was her sworn enemy! Almost from that first moment when she'd met him, he'd been her enemy. He wanted to take away her school, her children, her freedom, her hopes for a school of her own...and here she was, letting him maul her like a common whore!
All at once, Judy galvanized into action, and she leaped from the couch and Archibald Feather's arms. She was shaking with rage and fury, a red sheet of flaming anger in front of her eyes. The anger was directed toward the school superintendent, but she was vaguely aware that its source came from the recognition of her own stupidity and humiliation she had exhibited before this man who wanted to take her school away and break her.
"Get out.. . get out of here," she screamed. Bitter tears came welling up to choke her and sobs arose from deep inside to shake her in a frenzy of rage. "I don't want your job...your stupid town job...I wouldn't have it. . . only the kids suffer. . . education is a business to you...and all those other phony doctors of education...you don't care what happens to the kids...you don't care! You only care about building your own little empire! Well, I refuse to be a part of it.. . I won't! I'm going to fight you...I am! I aaammmmm!" Judy began to sob incoherently, backing away from the tall rising figure who moved slowly toward her.
Archibald Feather moved toward her deliberately, watching the wide-eyed girl gasping for breath and sobbing hysterically as the tears flowed from her anguished green eyes. And he watched her magnificently formed breasts rising and falling with her emotion. Yes, she was a beautiful filly worth taming, a bitch who didn't want to recognize her own needs. He'd have her wanting it. Look at her now...one kiss, and she was mewling and crying.
With one swift movement, he caught a handful of her long red hair and yanked her head back, while he ripped the robe from her naked body. "When I get through with you, bitch, no one in the state will hire you for anything! But, first, I'm going to have the fun of breaking you in! You're going to beg for it...like you've never begged for anything in your whole life before!"
Another cruel yank on her hair sent Judy to her knees before this tall heartless man who intended to use her unmercifully. In horror, she looked up from her position on the floor and saw his blue eyes become colder and icier than before.
"You're right, my dear. You have upset my plans. You've made several wrong moves which have caused me no end of grief. And I intend to have my revenge before I throw you out of the system entirely. But, first, I'm going to fuck you...I'm going to fuck you like you should have been fucked a long time ago. I'm going to fuck you and you're going to love it. . . you're going to love it so much, you'll grovel at my feet and beg for more." The words came from between Archibald Feather's grimly clenched teeth, and each word was punctuated by a cruel tug on her long hair.
"Noooo...don't! Please don't...oh, God...." The words bubbled from the depths of Judy's heaving chest, her breath coming in jerking fits and starts, the tears streaming on and on down her lovely face.
"Unbuckle my belt.. . zip my pants down!"
Judy looked up at him stupidly, still weeping and moaning incoherently. Did he really expect her to do that? No...she wasn't about to help him in any way. Abruptly, a stinging slap across her face sent her reeling, but only a short few inches, and his other hand jerked her back to her abject kneeling position before him.
"Pull my shorts down," he ordered.
He watched as she reached for his hips, her long smooth arms pulling her heavy breasts even more upright and upward thrusting. Oh, man! The sensations of those slender fingers pulling his shorts down his hips! His turgid cock leaped out directly in front of her face, and it jerked and throbbed there, while he could feel his sperm-swollen balls growing hard and demanding. Christ! She was as luscious a little bitch as he had ever encountered.
Judy gasped as she stretched the knit jockey shorts downward and released the gargantuan length and thickness of Archibald Feather's hugely distended cock that bounded out of its cloth confinement like an angry charging monster. Oh, God! She had never had her face so close to a man's cock before, and she stared fascinated and terrified at the spongy purplish-red mushroom-shaped cockhead. A tiny drop of clear liquid had seeped out from the slit at the tip, and it hung there like a miniature pearl. She could see the large purple veins and the tiny red and blue capillaries just under the skin. The massive instrument was so glutted with blood that it looked as though it might burst the very smooth satiny skin that encased it. Oh, God! How had she ever gotten herself in such a position? Such a hopeless, horrifying situation?
Despite her terror, she found herself fascinated by the closeness of this cock that loomed out at her like a blunt-ended club bent on destroying her...on splitting her asunder and leaving her bleeding to death. The massive shaft jerked and cleaved the air as though it had a life of its own, as though blindly seeking the hollow of her body with its one cyclopean eye that drooled a drop of clear liquid lust before her eyes.
Archibald Feather looked down at the young teacher, humbled and kneeling terrified at his feet like a slave, divesting him of his shorts, and he gloated at her look of sheer horror when his cock sprang out before her like a thick knife. She trembled uncontrollably, her wide-set breasts quivering, the breath rasping out of her lungs. Her soft mouth quaked and swallowed, her lips shivering and her tongue snaking out to lick their fearful dryness. He kicked the shorts off his feet and jerked his shirt off quickly. Then, grabbing her beautiful young face by the jaws, the tall man looked down at her in cruel triumph.
"Now, bitch...kiss my prick...gently...like you love it!"
Judy's green eyes snapped wide open, the whites showing in circles of surprised horror. He was a depraved perverted maniac...a naked, powerful madman...towering above her and demanding this disgusting thing as though she were nothing more than a paid whore!
"Open your mouth, bitch! Kiss my prick...lick it, or so help me, I'll ram it down your throat!"
Subserviently, in abject fear, Judy opened her lips tentatively. Her eyes fell from his stern and furious face down the length of Archibald Feather's naked muscular body to the tightly curled brown patch of pubic hair where his cock thrust out at her in obscene immensity. The great length hung in front of her face like a sword, a huge lance of solid male flesh, throbbing and jerking in lewd anticipation. Oh, God...in her mouth! He said to kiss it.. . to lick it.. . as though she loved it! She could feel her throat muscles tensing and gagging at the thought of touching that turgid piece of flesh with her tongue.
Impatiently, the school superintendent jerked her head forward, his fingers twisting brutally in her long cascade of scarlet hair, until her soft lips brushed the achingly eager tip of his cock. The first contact of Judy's smooth sensuous lips sent an electric-like charge sparking through the whole length of his burning cock, and he groaned ecstatically. The naked young schoolteacher kneeling before him like a slave, a will-less subject over whom he had complete dominion, recoiled slightly with that first touch, and then came forward once again, resisting hopelessly, but obeying as his hands tightened in her hair.
His head lowered so that he could watch the fear-contorted features of her beautiful face poised there before his loins, and his brain reeled with the obscene mental image of his pulsating thickness burrowing in and out of her hungrily ovaled young lips. He was excited beyond all recall now. He had to have her suck him off! He could feel his semen beginning to boil in his testicles, and he knew it wouldn't be too long before it came pouring out of his shaft like a flow of molten lava...deep into her throat.
"Hurry up!" he commanded urgently. "Suck it, bitch! Suck it!"
Closing her eyes and opening her mouth halfway, Judy stuck out her tongue, and then, taking a deep breath, she plunged her head forward. The tall man felt the incredible, hot moist softness of her lips closing over the sensitive head of his throbbing cock. He felt her firebrand tongue licking obediently in tiny little circles of liquid heat around and around his spongy cockhead, flicking into the pulsating opening, licking up the drop of fluid oozing there. His hands in her long hair tightened, and he thrust his loins forward, driving several inches of his massive cock deep into the soft warm confines of her mouth. Then he lurched forward once more, and felt his spongy cockhead slam against the back of her throat.
"Uuuuggghhhh," Judy gagged around the superintendent's hardened rod of invading flesh.
"Ooooh," Archibald Feather moaned in lust-crazed passion.
The trapped teacher choked and drew back slightly, tasting the moist stickiness of his slowly secreting pre-cum. Her mouth felt crammed with unwanted male flesh. The fiendish man seemed determined to choke her with it, to drive it all the way down her throat and cut off her breath completely. Her gag-reflex caused the soft walls of her throat to clasp tightly around the plundering shaft, and brought another moan of ecstasy from the lips of the heartless man.
But she realized how hopelessly her situation was; she could do nothing but obey her superior's commands. Her stomach muscles tensed and spasmed involuntarily, and she felt for a minute as if she might be sick, trying to reject this nauseating length of pulsing flesh from the sensitive cavern of her pristine mouth. Nonetheless, sensing that nothing would stop this monster from forcing her to do his bidding...she came to the desperate conclusion that her only hope was to do what he wanted...do it quickly...get it over with as soon as possible.
Weakly, she raised her tongue, moving it slowly around the mouth-filling cylinder of turgid male flesh. Then she twirled the tip of her tongue maddeningly around his spongy cockhead, licking up another drop of clear sticky liquid. Her soft lips ovaled and clasped the thick base of his lust-hardened cock like a live rubber band.
The sight of the beautiful young red-haired teacher down on her knees before him and sucking his rampant cock into her soft wet mouth only increased the school superintendent's arousal, and his loins tensed and jerked into her face, forcing the entire fleshy expanse of his swollen cock into her mouth with each hard forward thrust, so that only his patch of curly brown pubic hair showed brushing against her nose. And then he pulled back, and the thick shaft emerged from between her soft lips, glistening with her saliva.
Her tongue, with a nerve-shattering lick on the out-stroke, was like a separate entity, a thing gone wild with lust, making his cock-head jerk like a puppet on a string. For, to Judy's complete amazement, her horror and disgust were dissolving in the enchantment of the obscene act her supervisor was forcing her to perform. The pungent taste and masculine odor of the thickly ramming shaft in her mouth were causing wild shivers of excitement to race through her own naked flesh. The forbidden animalistic debauchery forced upon her helpless body was its own reward, and a strange masochistic eagerness to participate willingly and well began to force itself on her brain, while her nakedly sensual body began a nonverbal communion with the great hungry penis protruding like an oversized banana from her widely rounded lips.
Archibald Feather ran his tongue across his dry lips. He felt a tremor course through his loins as he watched the young and previously terrified teacher clamp her lips voluntarily around his massively distended member and begin to suck on it with a measured rhythm. She might be young and inexperienced, but she learned fast! Man! The little bitch was becoming a master at it already!
Groaning raggedly with the lust that her hotly swirling young tongue elicited from his aroused cock, he caught her beautiful face more tightly between his hands and guided her eagerly sucking lips over the entire rigid length of his pulsing cock. He could feel the muscles in her tender young throat working hungrily on his cock-head as she gulped and tried to swallow the full length of his great bloated shaft down her tonsils.
Almost choking from her over-filled mouth, Judy eased her lips back down the long thick satin-skinned shaft that was wet with her saliva and glistened in the lamplight.
"Christ! Suck it, bitch! Suck it all the way in your mouth!" Archibald Feather ordered her hoarsely. His strong hairy thighs were quivering as he crouched slightly, thrusting his rock-hard penis deeper into her welcoming mouth.
She ran her tongue along the underside of his rigid cock and lavished her copious saliva all over his scrotum. She moaned passionately as she leaned to her task, for her supervisor's cock was pulsating wildly now, jerking in rhythmic frenzy with her newly acquired oral skill. She had never dreamed that anything so crude and lurid could taste so deliciously exciting. She found herself wanting to swallow the whole thing if she could, for the taste of the thin oozing liquid in her wet mouth was all male and extremely lust-provoking.
The tears had long ago dried on her cheeks, and she had been unaware of them drying up, for the taste of his masculine piquancy, the passionate odor of his genitals was sending wild tremors of delight coursing through her. Mewling deep in her throat, Judy lavished her warm wet tongue on the beautiful responsive penis. She brushed and grazed along its base and wide underside to its coronal ridge, sticky and protruding from the thick foreskin, and then played with it, washing it with caressing, lapping strokes.
Again she returned to the bloated cock-head to jab at the tiny opening in the smooth spongy glans with the pointed tip of her tongue. Then she moved back to the base, letting her tongue slide over the hair-covered sac of his testicles, the wiry hairs tickling her chin and cheeks. As she engorged his wildly swollen rigidity into the enveloping warmth of her mouth and started to suck in earnest, a terrible forbidden thought leaped into her passion-numbed consciousness. She actually wanted this massively pulsating cock to cum in her mouth, to gush his explosive orgasm down her throat to pool in her belly; she wanted to swallow his sperm, taste his semen, and suck him dry!
Oh, God! She was truly becoming depraved! Larry Williams, with his spontaneous rape on the river bank, had unleashed a fiercely wanton female animal that she had never known existed inside the athletic, prudish, enthusiastic, bookish self that she had been all these years. But there was no turning back, no hiding from herself any longer that she needed the frankly sexual attentions of a man. Even this man who was her enemy and whom she despised aroused her to heights she never knew existed before. Yes...she had to have it, had to have this great strong male organ in her mouth or in her cunt. And right now she wanted to suck and tease and cajole this cock until it shot its load of hot sperm deep into her belly.
"Oh, Jesus! Judy...baby-bitch...come up here...." Archibald Feather croaked, the sight of her slavering face and bouncing naked breasts and scarlet-haired pussy all completely subservient now to his jerking rod suddenly overwhelmed him. He bent and pulled her to her feet, the air rushing coolly over his saliva-slickened balls and cock. Almost whining now, the breath rasping from his chest in snorts and bellows, the school superintendent bent and scooped the tall young redhead into his arms, and he carried her over to the couch.
"Suck it again, bitch-baby...suck it while I eat your pussy," he ordered in a moaning voice, and he drew her upside down over his naked body so that her mouth had easy access to the jerking rod straining upward from his hairy loins. Looking upward, Archibald Feather spread the young teacher's long beautiful thighs over his face and opened to his lustful view the moistly pink slit of her flowing cunt. Oh, Christ! It was the tightest, smoothest, most delicious-looking little pussy he had ever seen, its folds opening like lascivious coral petals beckoning him inward into the very gates of heaven.
With a secret anticipatory grin, the superintendent ran his hand over the smooth rounded moons of her ass-cheeks and drew the thin fleece-fringed mouth of her vagina toward his face. The flaming red pubic hair was wet and lay in soft tendrils around the softly throbbing lips. With one fierce thrust, his tongue plunged full length into the passion-wet hollow between the swollen pussy-lips, and he felt the heated walls of her vagina clutch frenziedly at his tongue, clamping around it as if never to let it go. It was as though he prodded her with hot iron that sent bolts of fiery heat straight up through her body, for he felt her arch and heard her excruciating cry as her muscles jerked at this lewd invasion of her moistly heated cunt.
"Aaaggghhh! Oh, God!" Judy cried as her supervisor jabbed deep into the most secret recess of her body to sear her tender young cuntal walls with the hot flame of his tongue. Oh, God! She'd never felt anything like it! It was as though a bolt of lightning had stabbed into her. Her nerves and muscles tensed to the snapping point, and still the rapture raced through her!
A lewd grin of triumph flitted across Archibald Feather's almost-buried face as his tongue wormed hotly upward into the desire-soft pussy flesh, and the thin scarlet pubic curls ringed his chin like a short silken beard. So...he'd been right about this bitch from the start. Christ! She was the hottest little piece of ass he'd had for as long as he could remember. She wanted it so bad that the first move had her wailing like a cat in heat. Shit! Hot as hell and twice as sweet!
He was kissing her cunt now, while she in turn licked and teased his throbbing cock. How long had he wanted to feel the soft down of a woman's pubic area and smell the excited feminine musk of her desire-ridden pussy as it opened to his mouth, and here, now, with this vibrant, sensual bitch, he was doing just that. He could feel his lust-swollen penis flow along the ridged roof of her smooth mouth, and a moan began to build deep, deep within his chest.
He breathed hard and blew into her, the cheeks of her buttocks clenching, then relaxing in front of his excited face. Prying her spread loins wider, he pushed his mouth hard against the wetness of her vaginal slit, and she squirmed above him. He drew her over him deeper, so that her palpitating, soft-rimmed pussy was sunk onto his nose and lips, and holding her tight around the buttocks, so that she couldn't slip away, he thrust his thick wet tongue forward again between the warm fleshy folds.
He heard her gasp with excitement and renew her frantic nibbling on his cock with frenziedly hungry vacuum motion. She jerked with his hot, teasing contact, quickly screwing herself harder down on his working face. Her widely exposed young vaginal passage contracted, opening and closing around his tongue like a tight rubber band, until he had a difficult time breathing. His breath exploded into her with tiny, mewling grunts that muffled themselves into oblivion, and then he spread her still wider with his palms and began to curl and flick his tongue at the nakedly grinding expanse of her milky-white buttocks. He sucked and licked while she swayed her firm ass-cheeks hotly around his face, almost out of control.
Her cunt flowered open wider, her secretions cascading down her inner thighs and over his chin, while he desperately swirled his saliva-drenched tongue around her wide-stretched vaginal hole. He could feel her thigh muscles hollow and contract around his head and the sides of his cheeks, and he plunged deeper into her cunt with each wicked thrust. The tantalizing odor which assailed his sex-flared nostrils came from a bubbling mixture of her cuntal lubrications, her thinly sweat-filmed skin, and the tiny, puckered little orifice of her anus, which was scant inches from his eyes.
He lifted his tongue from the oral fucking he was giving her warm pussy, and he moved along to the pinkly throbbing bud of her rectal lips, rimming the crinkled little edges and darting inside her anal passage with quick stabbing thrusts. Then he returned, licking the softly throbbing cunt-lips, plunging into the secret valley of her desire to discover her pseudo-phallic clitoris. He began to suck and tease it without mercy, his teeth biting it tenderly, his tongue reaming the little button of love while she churned and writhed above him in a lewd dance of passion.
Judy was almost on the verge of cumming already!
He rammed his tongue deep around to her helplessly writhing loins, rounding and covering the viscous little openings to bring yet further guttural moans from her cock-filled mouth. Her soft warm thighs clenched his head viciously to her loins, and he could feel the wet flesh slip moistly around his tongue as if the nibbling, toothless little mouth up between her legs was trying to rip out his tongue by the roots, devour it completely with all its strength. She snaked her heels against his shoulders and rubbed her now wildly palpitating pussy against his face as he mashed it back equally hard against her flame-seared flesh. The cords of her muscles stood out along her body, and she sucked savagely on his penis with ever-increasing hunger. She was aroused, wildly, crazily, insatiably aroused...and she didn't care...she didn't care . . .
"Yes," she whispered in a strange voice. "Oh, yes," she mouthed around the huge cock.
"Yes, what, little baby-bitch?" Archibald Feather demanded, unable any longer to contain the animalistic grin of triumph, but knowing that pretense was no longer important. "What do you want me to do?"
"I...I want you to...to suck me."
"Suck you where, little bitch? Where?"
"My...my pussy!" Judy cried, her eyes closing again, her hips grinding a lewd sensuous circle down over his face, her head beginning to loll from side to side with expectant lust. "My pussy...my pussy! I want you to lick my pussy! Oh, God, lick it. . . suck it!"
Grinning ghoulishly, Archibald Feather drove his head savagely upward, his mouth mashing against her vaginal lips, his tongue ramming deep up into her pussy in the ultimate French kiss.
"Aaarrrggghhh!" Judy screamed as his long hot tongue slashed into her, harder and harder, and her body reacted with convulsive lurches. Oh, God, it felt good, it felt so good! How could she ever have denied herself this rapture for so long? It wasn't ugly...it wasn't sick...it was good! Really good!
The superintendent continued his wanton tonguing of her moistly trembling slit, his hands slipping up under her belly to grasp her full firm breasts, cupping them and squeezing almost brutally now, while his mouth and tongue continued the assault on her widespread young cuntal furrow, making obscene sucking sounds that seemed to fill the room and Judy's mind in a weird cacophony of lust. She clenched her slender hands into his hard thighs convulsively as Archibald Feather's probing tongue located again the tiny pulsating erection of her clitoris. She whined sharply, agonizedly, as he took the small swollen bud between his sharp white teeth, holding it tightly there, and he began to run the tip of his tongue round and round it in continuous circles.
Her head began to flail in total abandon from side to side, and the brown-haired man opened his mouth yet wider, moving his tongue along the smooth, heat-moistened slit to the throbbing hair-fringed opening of her cunt. He began to orally fuck her, harder and faster, faster and harder, sliding his hot wet tongue up into her passion-dilated cuntal mouth, listening to her unintelligible whimperings muffled around his driving cock as he swirled and flicked his oral member around the velvet-like interior of the desperately pulsating cunt lips. He slipped his hand up to her thighs, pushing them farther apart until the whole of her flowing vaginal plane was spread open in naked hunger to his churning face, and then he cupped her soft smooth young buttocks in both hands as he thrust his tongue deep, deep up into the searing liquid depths of her pussy.
Judy's cries of animal pleasure now filled her small living room. Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God! her brain screamed over and over again as the older man continued to tongue her desire-drenched furrow. And then, as her buttocks jerked and spasmed with his plunging poker-like tongue, he drew the member out and licked upward again to the secret, puckered ring of her virginal anus. She sucked in hard on his cock in a gulping swallow, moaning in rapture, past all caring now even though a small part of her mind cried out that this was a vile and unnatural act. Straddling his face now, she ground her loins down at his mouth as hard as she could as he brought his tongue into seething contact with the forbidden nether opening, thrusting it into the tight little hole, splitting it wide to accept the heated wet probe. Judy's body quivered uncontrollably now with the overpowering assault, and her flesh was spasming furiously with torrent after torrent of the sensual pleasure that had seized complete control.
Her supervisor licked and sucked and drove his tongue again into the rhythmically flexing tightness of her anus, reveling in the abandoned gyrations of her lust-controlled body, knowing that the moment of her climax wasn't far off. . . Well, that was fine with him; he would make her cum with his mouth first, while she sucked his cock. Later, he'd fuck her. He began to drive his tongue harder and harder into her anal passage, and then, abruptly, he drew it out to return to her now saliva-drenched loins and the soft curling hairs fringing her pulsing cunt-lips. He paused for a brief moment to stare up along the slick valley between her tanned thighs. Oh, Christ! She was really digging it! She was wallowing in it, all right; it won't be long now, not long at all. He lifted his head and returned to licking her pussy once more.
Judy writhed and squirmed above the insanely licking tongue until she thought she would surely go mad from the sheer ecstatic-rapture in her love-starved belly. God, she had to have release, had to have it soon! Her head continued to flail like a rag doll's, as her loins ground down onto Archibald Feather's lusting face and tongue, and she felt the gathering billows of her orgasm rising and rising...and then...cresting . . .
Abruptly, she stiffened, and the sucking man heard the young teacher cry aloud, "Aaarrrggghhh ! I'm...I'm...going...to...Oooh! I'm going to . . . ! "
Her whole being seemed to explode over the school superintendent, and he could no longer hold back his own climax. Good Christ! he thought crazily as the rush of sperm began to burst along its narrow tube. Good Christ' Never. . . never been...this good. . . before!
"I'm...I'm...cuuummmiiinnnggg!" he groaned up into her hotly clasping cunt.
The brown-haired man was aware that Judy too was straining up to an orgasm as she suddenly began to twist and wrench herself wantonly, her lips nibbling his cock like a child sucking a breast as he continued to wildly pillage her loins. The juices of her milking cunt exploded all at once, and she arched her back and bucked wildly, her body quaking uncontrollably. The rush of her excitedly seeping vaginal juices spread a sticky warmth over his face and down his cheeks, until finally, after a seeming eternity, she grunted the last of her orgasm, her muscles still heaving spasmodically. He could still feel her in-and-out sawing movement as she thrust deeply over his cock, absorbing it to the hilt in her mouth as the first spatter of his molten sperm burst geyser-like up into her throat.
Judy's head bobbed furiously over his turgid shaft as she sucked the hot shooting jets of his semen hungrily, her mouth salivating as though his cum was the very essence of her existence. She felt him jerk and groan beneath her as he rammed his penis deeper in her throat. His cock continued the pulsating jerks of his ejaculation, the vengeance of his searing hot semen drenching her throat. Judy groaned as she sucked and her Adam's apple fluttered madly in its fevered attempt to control the gushing stream that squirted hotly up into her tightly locked mouth. She clasped her lips in a tighter elastic ring around the rhythmically jerking penis so as not to lose a precious drop, and she swirled her tongue around the throbbing head and swallowed more rapidly to make room for the seemingly unending torrent of cum until she thought his balls were bottomless wells. His groans of pleasure incited her to greater effort, and then with one final spewing, his cock began to slowly deflate in her mouth. She waited a moment, hoping for more, then lifted her head, the softening rod sliding from her glistening lips with a soft wet sucking sound. She turned and smiled at her supervisor, Archibald Feather, who grinned contentedly in return. A trail of semen dribbled down her lips and chin, dropping like a thick white spider web to his belly.
The satiated man lay panting, easing back to earth. He reached out wearily to stroke the silky waterfall of Judy's long red hair, and pulled her around and over him so that she lay stretched out along the length of his body. Kissing her heavily, he tasted the mingling of their joint orgasms in the softness of her mouth. Later he spoke . . .
You see...I do have your best interests at heart. You do what I say, and everything comes out fine...." He felt her snuggle her nose into his neck, the great delicious mounds of her breasts mashing into his hairy chest while his hands smoothed down her back to cup and squeeze the smoothly rounded cheeks of her red-flushed young buttocks, and he pressed her against his still partially erect penis.
His mouth found her ear and tongued into the waxy little shell. "In a little while...I'm going to fuck you...fuck you like you've never been fucked before!"
Her head came up and she stared deeply into the murky blue depths of his eyes. "Oh, God, yes!" she whispered fiercely. "Fuck me...fuck me, please...fuck me with that great big beautiful cock of yours...fuck me to death!"
CHAPTER SIX
Archibald Feather heard the whimpering moan rise from deep in the redhead's throat. Her knees began flexing and relaxing powerfully back against his driving buttocks as she sought to assist him. With a low groan of ecstasy, he exploded inside her, and the white lava of his pressurized orgasm erupted deep inside the pulsating depths of her womb.
His cock continued to spurt and throb for what seemed like an eternity; then it gradually stilled. Deep inside her womb he could feel her muscles loosening, the uterine walls deflating, the cervix returning to its normal position, and the vaginal lips twitching like the mouth of a dying fish. He looked down at her rapture-closed eyes and the soft little smile on her lips, her smooth face, young and vulnerable, the silken hair tumbling in long streaks of fire across the pillow.
Knowing that women were most vulnerable to suggestion immediately after fucking, their brains fuzzy and grateful, he pulled out slowly and began kissing her long throat. His deflated penis came out of her sperm-flooded vagina with a soft plop as he let his full weight crush her into the bed in complete relaxation.
"You're a great fuck, little bitch-baby," he mumbled into the hollow of her shoulder.
"Ooooh," Judy breathed, "it was wonderful...."
"We can have lots of good times together," Archibald Feather muttered gently, "but you've got to stop giving me such a hell of a time at that school. Those damned mothers are driving me crazy."
Judy was kissing along the muscular ridge of his naked shoulder. "Are you listening to me?" he demanded.
"Mmmmm," she mouthed vacantly against his skin, nodding faintly.
"Well?"
"You want me to stop giving you a hard time," she said dreamily.
"That's right. You stop stirring up the parents and be a good girl. I'll give you the job at Mulberry School...for a start...and everything will work out nicely. We'll have some great times together.. . " he whispered. "Oww...oooohhh...." she wailed unexpectedly.
The superintendent felt her struggling to move under him, her face twisted in pain. "What's the matter?"
"Cramp...my leg...ooohhh! Please move...."
The big man lifted his weight from the long voluptuous body; her thighs came together like scissors closing sharply, and Judy rolled into a ball on her side, rubbing the side of one thigh where it joined her hip.
The spell was broken. Damned bitch! Why'd she have to get a cramp at just that moment? Archibald Feather got off the bed and stood looking down at the sleek white flesh of her nakedly curved body.
At last the pain in her thigh eased and Judy met his eyes, suddenly icy blue once again. The huge naked man looked at her as impersonally as ever. She could see his glistening long cock hanging down now, wet with his expended semen and her vaginal secretions, his pubic hair matted and sticky. It seemed impossible now that this brutal man had taken her to such heights of ecstasy...that only a few moments before she had been wildly joined to him in the ultimate embrace. Suddenly she leaped up and stalked into the living room.
Wrapped in a robe, her nakedness all at once, a terrible embarrassment, Judy started fixing some more drinks.
Archibald Feather followed her and began hastily throwing on his clothes, his face closed and inaccessible. She knew beyond any doubt now why he'd come to her...why he had made love to her. It was simply another one of his ploys. His real motivation had not changed at all.
"It was only to make a deal, wasn't it?" she whispered, staring at the huge man who had made such frenzied love to her and was now jerking on his clothes matter-of-factly.
"I'm a reasonable man." he said coldly, shoving his shirt into his trousers.
"You're still going to take my school away...after...."
"Fucking has nothing to do with business. You're getting too emotionally involved again."
Judy winced at his use of the word, and suddenly the pain and hurt stabbed deeply into her.
"You convince me more and more," the superintendent continued, "that Old Paramus is something too big for you to handle."
"But I have handled it...and well...for five years now. And I can still handle it. You don't need Old Paramus for your ambitious plans...it can even be a help to them, if you'd only listen...."
Archibald Feather didn't even stop to consider her suggestion. "The only thing you can handle well is that swivel-hipped little ass of yours in bed, bitch," he said arrogantly. "You're pretty good at that. But women have no place in administration. It takes a man to handle something as weighty as that."
"You're a monster.. . a cold, unfeeling, egotistical monster!"
"I offered you a good deal, bitch, with some pretty good feeling thrown in. Are you going to take it...or are you going to let your namby-pamby emotions sway you...and be stupid?" His icy blue eyes were narrow slits, and his voice was frosty, as if he was delivering an ultimatum.
All the hurts and humiliations came rushing back, and with them the knowledge of. her wild coupling with this heartless man who used her so casually. "No...no. I won't take it...ever!"
"You leave me no choice then," he said, smiling grimly, one hand on the front door. "By the way, since you're so sure you can handle Old Paramus...I'm sending a few new students down to you. You'll find them an interesting challenge, I think. Good night, Judy, my dear. And thank you for a pleasant evening."
Judy stood shaking with anger, hearing the motor of the school superintendent's car die away into the distance. Without thinking, she threw herself into the bathroom and found herself standing under a warm shower, her mind heavy and the bitter tears pouring down her face in torrents.
* * *
The little school had never looked so gay, bright banners flying from the framed booths, the two-by-fours simulating the peaked roofs of sixteenth-century England. There were wandering minstrels playing flutes and guitars, and hawkers were verbally extolling their wares. Even the costumes of the children, hastily improvised from whatever their mothers had on hand, were bright and appealing. Judy Turner looked around the school yard and felt a surge of excitement and pride. How could anyone want to close down such a school? Only a monomaniac like Archibald Feather. The board had to come! But it was still early, yet, she told herself.
The "stable boy," George Lester, was dutifully leading Grasshopper, her gentle horse, around the far meadow. Judy walked over, holding up her long skirts. Their unfamiliar length was uncomfortable, but the children would have been too disappointed if she hadn't dressed in costume, too. An old peasant blouse with voluminous sleeves and a boned velvet waistcoat found in a thrift shop did the job very nicely, along with some old skirts and petticoats.
"Think we're ever going to get any customers, Miss Turner?"
"Oh, of course we will, George. Look, the parents are arriving already. You know the little children will want to ride." She patted the boy's thin shoulder reassuringly and gave Grasshopper a slap on the rump. She had to keep the children's spirits up, even though she was beginning to feel nervous herself. No, the board couldn't be so cruel as to ignore the children's invitations.
Afternoon wore into evening, and the flame-colored sun finally edged over the far horizon. It was almost dark. The students and their parents had eaten barley cakes, meat pies, roasted chickens and plum puddings. The little children had ridden Grasshopper, and the minstrels had been through their repertoire at least a dozen times. Seedlings had sold well and mittens, homemade leather bookmarks, candied apples and gathered aprons. All the parents had come with the exception of Sandy Martin's parents. Some passing hippies had stopped and enjoyed the leftovers. A few aunts and uncles had even come, and a couple of strangers who happened to be in the neighborhood, but not one single member of the school board had bothered to show up.
There was nothing to do but admit failure. An enormous depression and the utter fatigue of defeat had settled on Judy like a heavy shroud, but she tried valiantly not to let the children see it. It was for them that her disappointment was bitterest. They had worked so hard and so long and deserved so much better than the indifference of their elders in authority. Oh God! People could be so cruel!
Sadly, she watched the banners coming down, the tables being folded up, the parents gathering their children to go home. Pete was working again like a demon, directing the kids, dismantling the fair. Judy turned to gather up the remaining beribboned packets of wildflower seeds. Tears were very close to spilling down her cheeks, but she forced herself to the task at hand. The children mustn't see her cry! The "system" had won, but they would find that out soon enough. At least, they'd done what they could, and they'd had a wonderful time and felt some pride in their not inconsiderable accomplishment. They would butt headlong into the "system" soon enough on their own. In a way, perhaps her very stubbornness had speeded their disillusionment.
"Don't take it so hard. The kids had a good time." Words that were meant to comfort only made Judy angrier, for they were accompanied by Larry's familiar beard rubbing against her face and his hand patting her backside through her petticoats and skirts. He smelled as if he'd been drinking.
"It's not fair!" she wailed furiously, jerking free from his wandering hand.
"Establishment never is, baby. I've been trying to tell you that...that's why I dropped out."
"But all people can't be so cruel. The children worked so hard...and not one board member showed up!"
"You didn't really expect them to, did you? Hell, I suspected they wouldn't. You're a maverick, baby. like I've been telling you. You don't belong with those town pricks, but you keep trying to fit in."
"Larry! Stop it!" Judy protested in a hissing whisper as his arm snaked around her velvet-corseted waist and his beard started tickling her bare shoulder above the low-cut blouse.
"Aw hell, it's dark. The kids are mostly gone anyway. Come on to the house and meet some real people. Got a little party going. You need a little cheering up. You've been working so damned hard lately, you need to relax a little now."
"Oh no. I couldn't. There's still too much to do. I don't feel like a party, anyway...and...well...I wouldn't be very good company."
"You afraid of getting fucked again?" he laughed good-naturedly.
"Larry, for God's sake." she shushed. "Stop that kind of talk!"
"I told you...it's a party. Pete's coming, and some of the other folks, too."
"Please. Larry...I just couldn't."
"You're just determined to turn yourself into one of them, aren't you? The damned board spits in your face, and you still want to be just like them...still want to be Miss Prissy Do-godder. I thought maybe I showed you something the other day...but I guess once a hypocrite, always a hypocrite. Hell, I just wanted you to meet some real people for a change. For some reason, with all your phony airs, I still kind of like you."
His words stung on the fresh wound of her disappointment and despair. And the soft tone he used when he said he kind of liked her melted her stubborn resolve. "All right," she said wearily. "I'll come down for a little while."
The ride down the unpaved road in Larry's truck was a bumpy and precarious one, for through most of it, he maneuvered with one hand on the steering wheel. His right arm and hand kept straying casually down over Judy's shoulder to brush his fingertips lightly over the swells of her fleshy full breasts above the bodice of her blouse.
"Larry! Stop it!" she said over and over, pushing his hand away.
"Just trying to get a little feel, baby. Won't have a chance to be alone with you once we get there. Too damn many people."
"I thought these real people were the reason for my coming."
"Well, they are...but hell, I like to be alone with you too."
Having disengaged his hand from her tingling breasts several times, Judy jumped when she saw him reach down under the dashboard and slide insidiously up her ankle and calf. A hot shiver of delight ran up her leg wherever his warm fingers touched.
The red-haired young teacher had promised herself in the weak light of dawn after a sleepless night, that she would be nice to Larry and try to understand his point of view...that she might even let him make love to her again. Perhaps her blindness had made her misjudge him. A man who really cared for a woman naturally wanted her physically as well as mentally. He hadn't always been a drop-out. After all, his background was very much like her own...and probably all he needed was a woman to care for him, and he would take his rightful place in society once again. It seemed to her that in his grief as a widower, he had not really cared about anything anymore. Besides, it wasn't an unrealistic hope that a man eventually might marry the girl he had deflowered.
"You cold, baby? You're trembling."
"No, I'm all right."
"How about a drink before we go in?"
"Oh no. I don't need one, thanks."
He reached across her and took a pint of whiskey from the glove compartment. Unscrewing the cap, he held it to her lips. "Come on...have a sip. You're nervous as a cat and shaking like a leaf."
Obediently, Judy took a sip and felt the liquid fire ignite and spread through her stomach. Once it was down, it felt good. Between sips, she let Larry kiss and fondle her. The ache and disappointment and hurt were beginning to fade away. She felt soothed and comforted by his whispered words and soft urgent kisses.
"Larry...there's a light in your house. People are already there. Shouldn't you be there?" she asked drowsily.
"Pretty soon," he agreed huskily, his mouth sliding down her satin-skinned throat while his hand snaked inside her blouse to cup her swollen breast inside her tight brassiere.
Then he moved his hand down to her knee and burrowed under the yards of cloth of her costume. Unconsciously, her back arched, thrusting her breasts out while his hand caressed her thigh upward, and one extended finger found the leg band of her bikini panties and darted deftly inside.
Swiftly his probing finger slid into the heated furrow and began teasing up and down the desire-slick crevice. Jesus! She was one hot girl all right. He wondered how far along the party was, but it wouldn't matter. Judy Turner would fit right in.
She squirmed and whimpered faintly as his finger found the tiny button of her clitoris and sent now familiar electrical jolts hurrying through her flesh. Oh God! She was a wanton whore! Nothing had ever felt so good. She didn't care about anything now except the lecherous handling of her lusting flesh.
"You're all hot and ready, baby," Larry murmured. "Let's go inside so I can fuck you."
"But...but there are people in there," Judy protested.
"Won't matter. It's a good party. Real people. You'll see."
The red-haired young teacher found herself dragged from the truck. She felt fuzzy and a little unsteady from the sips of strong whiskey, and there was a warm ache in her belly. Maybe later they could make love when everyone had gone home...and she found herself hoping the party wouldn't last long.
Larry took her arm, feeling the heat of her hip and thigh pressed against his leg, feeling his cock lurching in his pants. He opened the door, pushing it wide and drawing Judy inside slightly in front of him so that her skirt-shrouded buttocks were pressed hard back against his now turgid cock.
Judy gasped at what she saw in the soft light. There, on a bed-like couch, a man was kneeling between the well-shaped naked legs of a young woman, and his mouth was buried in her soft fleece-lined vagina, his tongue burrowing deep up into her slippery passage. He was making low growling sounds in his throat, and the woman was mewling at his lewd ministration, her hips churning wildly on the couch.
"Shit!" Larry exclaimed, moving his loins against the softness of Judy's buttocks. "How do you like that? That's Bill Powers and he's licking hell out of Ann Carter's pussy."
His obscenely descriptive words hissed into Judy's ear, and she felt the hotly growing sensations which had gripped her body in the truck magnify in her mind. Her breath caught in her throat at what she was witnessing...and at the hard protuberance of Larry's cock pressing throbbingly into the crevice between her soft yielding buttocks. Her mind was churning madly now as she listened to the wetly echoing slurping and sucking sounds of Bill Powers' tongue as it licked animal-like at the greedily twitching pussy of the wide-splayed woman.
And then Larry's hand slipped around in front of her, down inside the low-cut blouse and inside her brassiere to cup her entire nipple-hardening breast. She gasped softly as his thumb rolled over the nipple, and she pressed the firm young smoothness of her ass-cheeks back against him with a subtle little undulating motion that caused him to squeeze her breast painfully.
Into her ear he breathed hotly, saying, "I want to fuck you, Judy. Now! Right now! I want to fuck you in the asshole, baby!"
She stiffened for a brief instant at his vile words, at the idea of her virginal young anus being ripped into by his huge desire-bloated penis. But the sight of that man licking and slavering between Ann Carter's legs, and the feel of Larry's hard, unresisting cock throbbing impatiently back in the crevice of her buttocks sent more ripples of involuntary desire surging through her body. But no...she could never let a man do the nasty thing Larry had suggested.
Abruptly, Larry's other hand slipped up under her skirt, and as she felt his hand traveling up her thigh, she parted her legs expectantly. His finger worked its way easily up under the leg band of her panties and centered in on her tingling little clitoris.
"Ooohh," she moaned softly. "Ooooh yes. I don't care what you do...I want you...I want your cock."
Breathing raggedly with inflamed lust at her words, the big blond-haired man pushed Judy toward another bed-like couch in the room. Once there, he turned and demanded that she strip down, removing all her clothes. But she had already started to undress before he had a chance to ask. She shrugged out of her garments and let them fall carelessly to the floor. She rolled the soft flimsy whiteness of her panties down over her voluptuous young hips and thighs and stood before Larry, completely naked, her eyes still fastened on the passionately locked couple only a few feet away, hearing them groan and mewl as their lust was satiated...just as hers would be soon.
Larry tore off his clothes rapidly, and his erectly pulsing cock jutted out like some monstrous implement of delicious torture from his abdomen. He took Judy by the waist, his hot breath on her face, and he forced her down onto the second couch on her hands and knees so that she was facing the wildly twitching pair on the other one. Then she knelt behind her, holding his massive cock in his hand only inches from the tiny puckered ring of her anus, while his eyes too fastened on the lust-inciting tableau of Bill Powers insanely licking the nakedly exposed cunt of Ann Carter.
With his free hand, Larry began to stroke Judy's soft ass-cheeks, teasing her sensitive anus with the tip of his finger, enjoying the moans of pleasure which were erupting from her throat. Slowly, tantalizingly, he inserted the tip of his extended middle finger into the tight anal opening, wiggling it around inside, drawing louder whimpers of increasing passion from the red-haired teacher's throat.
He released his cock, then, and using both hands, he drew wide apart the glistening moans of her upraised buttocks, stretching the rubbery crease open with his thumbs. He leaned forward so that the hard, fleshy head of his blood-engorged penis rested against the tiny, defenseless hole. He moved his hips, teasing the shaft along the crevice, poising it finally at the wrinkled, slightly cringing opening of Judy's anus.
Judy was trembling with a mixture of fear at what was about to happen, and also an intensely lustful anticipation. She could feel the huge bulbous head of Larry's cock resting teasingly at the taut-puckered lips of her anus, and she thought, It's going to hurt! Oh God! It's going to hurt! But. . . oh, I don't know what's happening to me. . . I don V care. I'm so hot. . . I can't stand it anymore...I've got to get his prick up in me...anywhere!
And then Larry lunged forward, boring his lust-hardened penis far up into her innocently virginal rectum, tearing in through the membranous passage to bury it halfway to the hilt.
"Aaaannnggghhhhhl" she screamed at the fierce pain.
He gripped her tightly by the hips, flexing again as he thrust forward, sending his rock-hard cock still deeper up into her rectum, into the warm forbidden depths of her anal passage. The pressure pushed her forward, pushing her head down onto the blanket covering the bed-like couch. Then Larry began fucking forward with long, even strokes, expanding the warm rubbery walls of Judy's rectum with each savage stroke, until with one last ferocious stab, he buried every single inch of his burgeoning penis inside her warm, tight anus.
"Ooooooh!" Judy groaned as she felt her boyfriend's sperm-bloated testicles slapping tightly up into her cuntal area below. "Ooooh, God, Larry! It hurts! It hurts! Oh, take it out.. . I can't stand it...take it out." And she began to squirm in pain.
"Take it easy, honey. Just relax...relax...relax and fuck back." He gripped her hips tightly, refusing to allow her to squirm away and let his skewering cock slip out of her tightly clasping anal opening. "It'll stop hurting...in a couple of minutes. Just relax."
Numbly, Judy tried to obey his instructions, painfully grinding her buttocks back against his impaling cock, but she was sobbing agonizingly with the almost unbearable pain she was feeling.
"Oh, no." she cried finally. "It won't work. I just can't stand it! It hurts too much!" And she leaned down on her arms and began sobbing in long heartrending moans.
But, it was this surrender that did it. Instead of fighting the pain, she gave way entirely and caused her rectal muscles to relax completely. It was only a matter of minutes before she suddenly became aware that she was no longer feeling any torment.
Larry had held his cock as still as possible within the hot buttery confines of her rectal passage, but he couldn't keep his turgid shaft from jerking tensely from time to time, and each spasm brought a fresh groan from the lips of the tortured young woman. However, when she broke down completely, he immediately sensed the involuntary relaxing of her muscles, and slowly began to fuck in and out of the tight-clasping hole.
And then, yes, yes...she was beginning to like it! She was beginning to enjoy this lewd, bestial sodomizing of her private little back passage. Her head flailed from side to side and she buffeted back harder and harder against Larry's mercilessly pistoning hardness, feeling his bloated balls swinging savagely down against her quivering cunt lips as her firm belly smacked wildly against the upturned cheeks of her grinding buttocks.
"Ooooh, yes. Yes, Larry...fuck it...fuck it harder! Oh, yes...it feels so good...fuck me...fuck me in the asshole...harder!"
The blond-bearded man smashed his raging cock deep up into her dark recesses with savage force, feeling his balls boiling with their impending load of steaming cum, his eyes still lewdly feasting on the salacious sight of the couple on the adjoining couch.
Judy turned her head and stared back at the bearded man fucking up into her rectum. She watched as Larry's huge, pummeling cock disappeared and then drew part way out, only to disappear once more into her nakedly abused rectum. She stared in lust-perverted rapture at her own madly undulating buttocks jerking back against Larry's hard-driving penis, her full, firm breasts dancing below her chest as she writhed and twisted under the obscene assault . . .
Pete Brewster opened the door and entered the house. No one had answered his knocks. Must be one hell of a party, he thought. He stopped dead just inside the door. Christ! It was a damned orgy! One couple on a bed, the guy's head buried almost out of sight behind a broad's thighs, sucking her out of her mind. And on the other bed...Jesus! Larry Williams was fucking Judy Turner in the ass like a maniac. Pete felt his cock jump alive and begin throbbing urgently in his jeans.
God, he thought, I wish that was me! She's got such a pretty little ass! But, hell, I can still get in on it. She sure as hell ain't using her mouth for anything. . . and maybe she'd like a nice taste of some good cock.
The debauched thoughts were like a Pavlovian bell to Pete, and he felt his body break out in a sweat. Wildly, he tore off his clothes and moved over to the bed where Judy and Larry were fucking so insanely. His massive cock jerked and throbbed before him as he walked, eager for the warm wetness of her full sensual lips.
Judy's head was pressed down against the bed, giving Larry greater access to her rectum. Behind her, the blond-haired man heaved forward like a rampaging bull, his eyes narrowed with lust, and his fingers clawing at the softly trembling moons of the young redhead's buttocks.
Pete knelt down beside the lust-crazed young teacher and brushed the spongy head of his lust-swollen cock against her half-open lips.
"Ooohhh," she gasped in surprise, opening her green eyes and trying to focus. "Ooooh...Pete?"
"Yes, Pete, damn it. Raise your head up; I can't get my cock in your mouth down there."
Obediently, the passion-ridden young teacher lifted her head, and before she had a chance to either protest or acquiesce. Pete forced the spongy head of his cock between the soft flesh of her half-open lips. Without thinking, her tongue slipped out, and she began to lick excitedly on this invading cockhead. She tasted the bittersweet masculine flavor of the slowly seeping rod against her lips, felt the heavy bloated head resting against them, and then she ovaled her lipstick-red lips wide to accept the lewd offering. She was acutely aware of Larry's pile-driving cock burgeoning up into her widely expanded, now gratefully accepting anal passage, now enjoying with all her soul his hotly heaving thrusts.
Her wet mouth seized Pete Brewster's massive cock with a heated pressure, and she began to suck on it slowly, running her tongue wetly around and around the slippery head, easing the tip of her tongue into the open slit at the end. Her head pumped abandonedly to and fro, slavishly licking every inch of the thick male shaft, sucking harder and harder, her tongue twirling faster and faster, and Pete's buttocks began to flex forward, adding his own movement to her rhythmically bobbing head so that mouth and cock were fucking together, working together, like a perfectly tuned machine. Judy could feel the dripping shaft batter all the way back to her larynx, but she made no move to cease the intense ramming pressure there, her lips ovaling hungrily as she attempted to suck the white-hot load of his sperm from his balls like a furious siphon.
She rolled her buttocks back hard against Larry's forward-driving shaft, feeling it thick and deep in her belly, her mouth working faster on Pete's cock. Her young assistant moaned and thrust desperately into her face, a wailing gasp tearing from his throat, as the moment of climax neared. Judy was mewling and moaning like a depraved animal, totally abandoning herself to the wondrous feelings of the two cocks sucked deep within her at either end, about to flood her, drown her, consume her with gushing semen. Her hips swirled insanely around Larry's cock in back, her lips swirled more wildly around Pete's in front, and her own orgasm was building, building. It wouldn't be long now for any of them, it wouldn't be long now . . .
Abruptly, Pete emitted a loud, grunting sigh of release, and he jammed his hips forward, burying his cock deep in Judy's soft warm mouth. Her throat tightened and relaxed in a wild rhythm as torrent after torrent of his burning fluid gushed from his jerking rod, swallowing desperately to keep from choking on the boiling sperm, her cheeks bloating and hollowing as the cavern of her mouth filled and emptied, filled and emptied . . .
And then, behind her, Larry's fingers dug painfully into her hips, the nails raising welts there, and he chanted crazily, "I'm cumming. I'm cumming. I'm cumming." His big cock began to jerk then, as Pete's was doing in her mouth, and she felt the fire-hot semen erupt along his shaft from the cauldron of his balls and fill her anus to overflowing, felt the searing liquid run down along the crevice of her churning buttocks and along the back of her thighs, to pool on the blanket beneath her desperately flailing body.
"Keep sucking...keep sucking," Pete howled, convulsively spasming forward between her lips.
"Ooooohhhh, Christ!" Larry wailed behind her.
As if their mutual cries of delight were the trigger for her own orgasm, Judy felt the beginnings of wild, rapturous, kaleidoscopic release take hold of her own body. She gurgled and squealed around Pete's lip-locked penis, still swallowing his seemingly never-ending flow of sticky-hot cum, trying not to lose a single precious drop. She reached a pinnacle of pleasure she had never known existed, a height so unbelievable, so dizzying, that her mind threatened to burst from the sheer physical pressure of the fantastically exploding sense of pleasure and pain.
A low muffled moan of anguished wailing escaped from her cock-filled mouth, and she collapsed forward on the couch, the two bliss-giving penises slipping from her mouth and her now forever-stretched rectum with wet, lewd sluicing sounds. In her stomach, there was a pleasant burning, and she thought in her satiated state that it must be the blending of Pete's cum with that of Larry's.
It's beautiful, she thought, it's so beautiful. . . oh, God, now that I've found what it can be like, I can never go back to what I was before . . .
As Pete moved off to find more free pussy.
Judy heard Larry's voice whispering soft sweet words of love in her ear, his gentle hands stroking her hair.
CHAPTER SEVEN
The class was already in session when Judy Turner arrived the next Monday morning. It was the first time she could ever remember being late. But...what did it matter anymore? Pete was standing at the front of the big room handing out papers to the children in the upper grades, while the lower division students were already working with bent heads at their desks.
"You're late, Miss Turner. You're tardy," Margie Collier teased in her clear little voice.
Judy smiled dumbly and walked slowly through the rows of children to the front of the room, looking at the floor rather than meet Pete's eyes or those of the children. She had no idea how she could get through this terrible day, but it seemed even more terrible to stay home with only her thoughts to occupy her mind.
As she started to gather her wits about her, picking up a book and trying to focus her attention on the work of the day, a commotion at the back of the room caused Judy Turner to look up. Three large boys were swaggering in followed by Archibald Feather. Oh, God! Couldn't she even have been spared him today?
The school superintendent raised one hand as though commanding her to come closer.
Judy Turner felt too tired to resist, but she also felt too tired to move. She stood frozen, waiting for whatever new terror this cold, ruthless man was about to unleash on her.
"Miss Turner," the superintendent smiled maliciously, "you have three new students. This is Harry Taylor, and Dick Maynard, and that is Tom White. The boys didn't much like continuation school, and I thought they might do much better here. I felt sure you'd be able to handle them," he mocked sarcastically.
The boys did not look like boys to Judy. Their beards were heavy and grew in untidy stubble on their hard-looking faces. My God, they must be at least nineteen or twenty. Continuation school was for drop-outs and was taught by a tough male teacher. If he couldn't handle these students, how could she be expected to? But, of course, that was exactly it, wasn't it? Archibald Feather did not expect her to. It was simply another piece of strategy to prove to the board that the school was inefficient and she was incompetent.
But there was no fight left in her...not today. She nodded dumbly, not meeting the superintendent's viciously smiling eyes. There seemed no one's eyes that she could ever meet again...not after the other night.
"I will leave them to you," Archibald Feather gloated as he went out the door, smiling maliciously.
The day was a nightmare, and by the end of it, Judy felt so bruised and battered emotionally that she was virtually in a state of shock. As she had expected, the "boys" the superintendent had dropped in her lap completely disrupted everything she tried to do. They made a mockery of her teaching and left the class in a shambles. Even Pete couldn't handle them, and he finally gave up. In desperation, Judy dismissed school early, and it was a relief to everyone.
She knew she could never get through another day like this. After everyone had gone, she automatically began cleaning out her desk. Her tired brain seized on resignation. That's what she'd do: resign. Today...this very afternoon. Old Paramus had become a chamber of horrors. She didn't even attempt to plan what she'd do beyond that. In a frantic frenzy she pulled books and papers out of the drawers.
There was a sudden banging on the door which set her heart to pumping frantically. Oh, God! She couldn't stand anymore today. Judy rose, leaving her papers piled haphazardly, and went reluctantly to the door.
It was one of the new boys, Tom White, his unkempt black hair falling part way over his malicious smiling face. Swinging the door hard, she tried to slam it in his face, as he said, "Hi, there, Teach." He was too quick for her. He swung forward, wedging his foot between the door and the jamb, and he easily pushed the door open against her puny feminine strength, walking boldly into the schoolroom. He was followed by the other two new boys. Harry Taylor closed the door behind them.
Instant terror struck the red-haired young teacher's heart. She shrank away from them, looking with horrified eyes from one to the other of the three hard-faced boys.
Dick Maynard stepped toward her while the other two lounged easily near the door. Judy stepped back a step, keeping her distance.
"Wh...what do...y...you want?" she asked in trepidation.
Smoothly, seductively, Dick began. "We've been hearing what a great teacher you are. Old Man Feather was telling us about some of the things you taught him a few nights back...and we thought maybe...." He grinned suggestively.
Judy felt a deep growing pit of terror erupting from her belly. She stepped back another step. "I don't want to hear it!"
Dick moved slowly toward her.
She shouted, her voice hysterical with terror. "Don't you dare touch me! Get out! All of you!"
Running forward, she dodged the boy's advance and made for the door, where the larger of the two other boys, Harry Taylor, grabbed her easily and effortlessly, clamping a hand over her mouth.
"Gottcha, teacher, baby!" he gloated.
Tom White stepped up in front of her, his ferret-eyes glinting with sadistic anger. He grated out at her, "Now, listen, you little bitch! We're going to have a nice quiet little after-class get-together.. . here in your snug little schoolroom...and you're going to teach us a few things!"
Judy struggled desperately in the burly boy's bear-hug, but in vain. He laughed a cruel harsh cackling laugh. "Don't waste your strength, Teach. You ain't going nowhere."
"Take her over there, Harry," Tom ordered, pointing toward the open space at the head of the room.
Judy felt herself deposited on the huge world map, one of them jerked from the wall to throw on the floor. Harry, now bending down over her, his big hand still clasped over her mouth, grinned lewdly into her eyes.
"This'll be fun for you too...I hear you really dig teaching."
Producing a roll of adhesive tape from his pocket, Tom tore off a generous strip, wadded his dirty handkerchief into a ball, and reaching down, forced her jaws open with thumb and forefinger. Harry removed his hand from her mouth, and Tom "stuffed the handkerchief between her teeth, quickly applying the tape across her lips to make an effective gag.
"This doesn't have to stay on," Tom White told her. "Whether it stays or comes off is up to you...understand?"
The red-haired girl's fear-glazed eyes, wide open, pleading, looked up to see the three boys staring down at her, salaciously, lewdly, lasciviously, their lustful eyes devouring her voluptuous figure.
"When do we undress her, Tom?" Harry asked.
"Right now...if you want to...." Tom croaked, sitting down on the floor and reaching for one of her feet. He quickly removed one and then the other of her shoes, tossing them carelessly aside.
Harry reached down the neck of her blouse, his big hand grabbing the thin material, his brown eyes sparkling lewdly. "Hot damn!" he chortled, "I've always wanted to do this to a teacher!" His hand slashed downward, ripping her blouse; again and again, he grasped and ripped, the torn pieces of material scattering around her on the floor.
At that point, Dick leaned over her with a long switchblade in his hand. Judy screamed in silent terror as she felt the cold steel of the blade touching her shoulder. He slipped the blade expertly under the straps of her brassiere, the keen edge severing them like butter, exposing her lushly rounded breasts to the three rape-bound boys.
Tom reached for the waistband of her panties and tore them harshly from her loins, leaving the red-haired teacher feeling cold and horribly exposed in her total nakedness. Then he reached up casually to fondle one of her breasts, his fingers massaging and kneading while his thumb and forefinger rolled the coral nipple until it was hard and spiky.
"Don't fight it, teacher baby. We've got a lot of time." He grinned at her lewdly.
As she lay there on the wooden floor, stiff with shock, the cold reality of the situation suddenly hit her. She was going to be raped! Raped by a gang of vicious youths who thought and acted like animals and had little compassion or feeling toward her or any other human being. Her buttocks quivered convulsively from the terrifying thought of what her fate was to be in a few short minutes. Her eyes skipped over the boys' faces, and she saw no mercy in their expressions, only undisguised bestial passion.
"If I let you loose and take that gag off. . . will you promise not to scream or try to run away?" Tom asked.
Her bobbing head told of her acquiescence, and he leaned forward to rip the adhesive tape from her lips. She spat out the handkerchief.
"You little bastard!" she shot at him, licking at her lips where the tape had made them raw.
Dick guffawed. "That's it, sweetie. Show a little spunk."
Tom's face had crimsoned and then grown white with anger, but Dick's remark caused his features to relax, and a twisted grin covered his vicious face. "Yeah, that's right.. . a little fight'll make it more fun."
Tom looked over at Harry, who had sat down beside Judy and was running his big paw over her full, pouting breasts appreciatively. "Christ! You ever see such tits?"
Shivering, Judy tolerated the big youth's rough caresses. She had already come to the realization that she was helpless. She had not a chance in the world of ever escaping from these three overgrown delinquents. Fatalistically, she decided that she had no choice but to do their bidding. Her cooperation might assure that she wouldn't be hurt.. . or killed.
Having raised both nipples to spiky hardness, Harry used his mouth, sucking up the entire areola; he used his tongue and the roof of his mouth to nurse at her breast, the suction becoming increasingly painful, until, abruptly, once again, that unexplainable but now familiar warmth began to flow through her body, permeating her breasts, racing through her belly and igniting a flame in her loins. She moaned with the horrible pleasure of it, her hand stealing up to his neck to pull his shaggy head in close to her.
Her hips began to undulate almost imperceptibly, and the muscles in her thighs relaxed, allowing them to fall apart a couple of inches. Tom, watching, saw what was happening, and his hand went out to travel the full length of her inner thigh, caressing, kneading and teasing, arriving finally at the closed pink slit of her cunt. Her thighs splayed wider as he pressed his finger into her thinly trembling cuntal furrow, dipping into her cunt itself and slipping his finger up to her already erected clitoris within the soft, palpitating flesh of her red hair-lined pussy.
After a few minutes, Harry decided he'd had enough, and he brusquely raised his head from Judy's tingling breast, pushing Tom's finger away from her cunt. "Come on, man," he urged, "lets get the show on the road." As he spoke, he stepped over between the supine teacher's wide-open thighs, and grabbing her legs, he raised them in the air and then knelt down to stare lustfully at her naked pussy.
Tom and Dick both watched salaciously, and Dick rasped out in a grating voice, "Go on, man. Suck that cunt. Get her turned on for us."
Harry gazed down at the long shapely thighs that merged into the tender pink lips of the young voluptuous teacher's cunt, his eyes bulging with hot uncontrollable desire. Moving his hands under the full rounded cheeks of her buttocks, he placed his thumbs on either side of her soft cunt and pressed gently. Bit by bit, he pulled the lips of her cunt wide apart, straining open her thighs until the painfully stretched muscles began to ache. Bringing his face down to the same level with the thin red strands of her soft pussy hair, he could see the slight moisture forming and glistening as the closed lips slipped wider apart.
The youth gazed greedily for a moment, and then with an animal-like groan, he dropped his head and buried the full length of his long slippery tongue snake-like into the warm throbbing walls of her naked pussy.
Judy jerked, a tortured moan escaping from deep in her chest. The sight of the other boys grinning in vicious appreciation above her choked back all sound of protest. There was no hope, she knew, and the only way to get out of this room without being hurt was by submitting to their obscene demands.
She forced her head up, eyes wide in terror, to see Harry crouching down on all fours between her widespread thighs, his light brown head of hair bobbing up and down as he licked mercilessly into her heated cunt. He licked up to her tiny clitoris and sucked it wetly into his hot mouth. He nibbled at it with the sharp tips of his teeth until she cried out in pleasure-pain. His head moved lower, then, and his mouth and tongue worked at the widespread passage of her cunt.
The boy's hazel eyes locked on her face as he continued the torturing thrusts of his long slippery tongue into her vagina. He watched the helpless tears falling over her cheeks, feeling a cruel satisfaction with his actions. Before they were through, he was sure she would be crawling on her knees, begging them for more.
Suddenly, Harry's tongue stopped its prodding arousal, and he lifted his face from between her legs, his cheeks glistening with the dew of her excited cuntal secretions. "I think it's about time to fuck," he stated.
"Man, I don't know. From what I hear, she's a wild one. Think you can handle all that good pussy, Harry?" Dick rasped out.
"Look, Sonny. By the time I finish with her, you'll know what wild really means. She'll be so turned on, you'll have to fight her off."
Harry reached up from between her splayed thighs, leaning over to fasten his teeth harshly into the nipple of her left breast. Judy groaned in pain, attempting to twist away from the sudden sharp torture, but her shoulders were held by the other two boys, and she couldn't move. Harry's full lips roamed wetly over the cream-white mounds, causing a blissful shock that descended feather-like to her naked genitals.
Shortly, Harry moved back, squatting between her legs once again, and she could feel his hands parting her thighs again. Then she arched her back, as she felt his thumbs caressing her soft pussy lips, spreading them wider. She shuddered as Harry's out-stretched middle finger pushed between the soft protective folds of her young pussy, moaning pitifully as his finger wormed its way up into the now wet and open passageway.
Judy gasped and caught her breath as the finger that had enlarged and stretched the well lubricated walls of her vagina slipped wetly out with a moist sucking sound.
Then Harry stood up suddenly, and he quickly took off his pants and shorts, revealing to her startled eyes his massive cock throbbing and jutting out from his loins like a loaded cannon ready to explode. The youth leaned over her, and she felt his huge bulbous cock-head moving up and down in the widespread slit of her vagina, parting the soft resilient pubic hair in preparation for the cunt-splitting entry she knew was coming. She tried to close her legs, but he pushed them open easily, holding them cruelly apart with his knees.
"Hold her down, you guys. I just gotta get into that tight little pussy," Harry gasped as he rested one hand over her shoulder to support himself, and, with the other, he grasped his huge pulsating cock.
Judy held her breath for what seemed to be an eternity, petrified in utter subjugation under him, as she felt the first soft electrical contact against the sensitive coral-lipped opening of her involuntarily flowing pussy.
"Oh, nooo! You're hurting me," she cried as the bulbous tip found the opening in her swollen cunt lips and gently thrust inside. She was suddenly screaming incoherently as the lust-crazed youth drove the blood-engorged head of his huge cock inward another tortured inch. She jerked open her eyes and saw the evil sadistic grin above her. He was killing her...and he was reveling in it!
He pressed forward again, flexing his buttocks with all his strength against the vaginal resistance of her newly-violated cunt. And then he came down heavily upon her, his weight flattening her breasts against her chest. His long sleek cock rammed all the way up into her cunt with a roaring fury, pushing the soft moist flesh of her vaginal walls in helpless rippling waves before it. And finally his pelvis slammed against hers, his balls slapping heavily into the upturned cheeks of her buttocks.
His thick hard cock was sunk up in to its fullest depth in her helplessly quivering belly as she felt the hardness of the smooth rubbery head pressed harshly against her cervix. Her hopeless moans of pain and humiliation went unheeded and unheard.
Hot breath assailed her nostrils as the other two boys leaned closer over her trembling body. Their faces hung within inches of her exciting nakedness, watching as if hypnotized the raping of the voluptuous young teacher by their buddy. Then she was dimly aware of Tom's hands squeezing and massaging her tender left breast, clawing at every part of her he could reach. At the same time, Dick's hand seemed to come out of nowhere to pinch at her full right breast, digging angrily and sadistically.
"Told you I'd stretch that tight little pussy of yours, baby," Harry taunted, flexing his punishing instrument cruelly inside her totally-filled vagina.
"Aaarrrggghhh," she groaned, her face contorted in pain from the inhuman, agonizing impalement, as well as the sadistic clawing at her breasts.
"Good, ain't it?" Harry panted, leering down at her. He heaved his pelvis forward with all his strength, somehow managing to bury his massive rod of flesh another half-inch up into the humiliated teacher's tortured vagina.
Oh, God...it hurt so badly...She didn't think she was going to be able to bear it...it felt so...so...She sank into a half-stupor, trying to complete her thought, but out of the haze of pain and humiliation, the one word that emerged into her whirling brain was: good! It felt so good!
Harry began a slow teasing rotation of his rigid cock deep inside her womb. As though her body were severed from her mind, Judy's hips began swaying in involuntary reaction. Lewd flames of desire licked through her veins, and she no longer bore the will to fight it. Now her body began to twitch and writhe in answer to the pistoning of the overgrown student's rock-like cock, and she groaned incessantly up into the moistness of his mouth, which was suddenly clamped over hers, his tongue driving deep into her throat. Faint mewls of passionate subservient acceptance rose from deep in her breast, and she all at once felt that it didn't matter anymore. It just felt too good to fight. "Jack me off!"
Judy unexpectedly heard Dick's rasping command through the haze of her own lust and degradation. Trance-like, she looked up to see the blond-haired youth kneeling next to her head, his heavily throbbing penis standing erectly not six inches from her face. She was unable to speak.
"Put your hand on it, you bitch! You afraid it's going to bite you or something?" he rasped again, his legs spread apart before her cringing face. As she reached slowly up toward his hovering cock, he suddenly drew back. "No...I got a better idea. Git your face away from there, Harry. I want to stick my prick in her mouth."
Harry abruptly raised up, his rampant cock still driving into her welcoming cunt with ferocious force, and she gazed up at the glistening white length of cock that hovered above her face. Then, without hesitation or thought, she twisted her head and licked the mushroom-shaped head of the rigidly pulsating cock, bringing a loud moan from the kneeling youth.
Though her mouth ached from the strain of her awkward position, she gradually explored the entire length of Dick's cock with her tongue. She grazed its smooth, rubbery head with her teeth, tickling the tiny hole with the point of her tongue, and then she brought her mouth up to the softly dangling sacs of his testicles, the wiry hairs rasping at her lips as her warm saliva coated the wrinkled flesh.
The sweating Harry slaved above her, breaking into long deep strokes that tore his cock almost all the way from her clasping vagina, then thrust forward into her uplifted buttocks until she could hear the loud smacks of his balls slapping down against the nakedly open crevice of her anus. Without warning, she felt his fingers crawling down the cleft of her buttocks toward the tiny target, the small puckered hole cradled defenselessly below, flirting teasingly with it like a small hard tongue. He pushed into it with a sudden quick movement, and heard her gasp at the new and unexpected pain, feeling the soft rubbery flesh yield before his attack.
Though she moaned in painful protest, inadvertently freeing Dick's cock from her mouth, Harry thrust harder, working his finger around inside, stretching her nether tight ring wider and wider. A second finger forced its way in, and her groans of painful subjugation gave way to softer moans of pleasure as her narrow rectum slowly became accustomed to the strange lewd invasion. She wantonly screwed back onto his probing fingers as the boy methodically explored the warm rubbery depths. Hopelessly impaled between Harry's hard throbbing cock in her vagina and his fingers shoved into her anus, she turned her head away from Dick's cock, but the blond-haired boy reached down and grabbed her head, holding it in a vise-like grip, and forced his cock back into her mouth once again, where she soon was sucking at it greedily as he demanded: "Hey, man, let's turn her over," she heard Tom say. "I want to get in on this, too."
"Yeah, baby. That's wild," Harry said in a lascivious voice. "Roll over, bitch, we're going to fill you from all sides." When she made no move to comply with his command, he snarled brutally, "Turn over!" He pushed her impatiently over on her stomach, forcing her to take her mouth off Dick's pistoning cock, and letting his own cock slip out of her quivering vagina. He grabbed at her hips and helped her to her knees, and there she rested for long minutes.
Harry rolled over on his back and slid under the kneeling redhead, his cock poling up like a young bull's. Reaching up, he grabbed her hips and impaled her open vagina with one deft stroke onto his turgidly virile young cock. He closed his eyes ecstatically as he felt the hotly dripping cunt-mouth close tight over his aching penile shaft, and he grated out between clenched teeth, "Okay, men. Let 'er buck!"
Tom swung around and mounted her rapidly from behind, cruelly shoving his long hard saliva-moistened cock deep up into her defenseless rectum, causing her to wince at the sudden lunge. Her face jerked up and ran head-on into Dick's waiting cock, and he rammed it without warning in her half-open mouth. He fucked into her face viciously, using her mouth as he would a cunt, ramming the hard fleshy shaft halfway down her throat, the full length disappearing between her roundly ovaled lips almost to the hilt.
She choked and gagged and groaned in disbelief as the three hoodlums buffeted her back and forth like a rag doll between them, using her helpless body like an inanimate receptacle in which they would pump their lewd heated sperm. But then the very helplessness of her position and the idea of being brutally fucked by three virtual strangers suddenly aroused her, reviving the great hunger she had left only moments before. She began to thrust her buttocks in tiny luxuriant circles, clenching with her anal passage at Tom's imbedded rod and then rocking forward, and clasping with her cunt muscles at Harry's hot fleshy pole burrowing into her cunt from below. She sucked ravenously at the cock in her mouth, her cheeks hollowing and puffing with his cruel battering. She wanted it to explode in her mouth, to taste the warm sperm and feel it rolling down her throat. She wanted all three cocks to burst inside her body and flood her with cum. She was no longer human, but a great mass of quivering sensual flesh, unable to think, only to feel and desire.
The three youths grunted and groaned as they thrust into her orifices, driving their lust-swollen penises as if to meet somewhere inside her belly...Judy's body drove on, her breasts quivering as her body was buffeted back and forth by this obscene triple ravishment.
Suddenly, with the rising storm of her own orgasm, she felt the cock fucking into her from below swelling and throbbing. Tom's virile young hardness ground into her exposed clitoris, causing her to tremble convulsively, jerking forward to bury the second cock deep in her madly sucking mouth, and then back onto the one skewering mercilessly into her rectum.
The cock fucking into her face burst wildly in her mouth with its pungent male cum, her cheeks expanding like a balloon to keep herself from gagging on the floods of sperm that jetted deep into her throat. Small white droplets trickled from the corners of her mouth as she swallowed madly, fearful of losing the least bit of the precious fluid.
Meanwhile, the searing sensations in her wildly seething cunt were building to unbearable tensions as Harry began to pound his lust-hardened cock into her with longer and even more powerful strokes.
Tom began plunging without mercy into her hotly steaming rectum. He had begun to race for his own orgasm.
Judy strained over Harry, arching herself off him and then down to push her loins onto his, her cunt grinding down on his gouging cock with each thrust, countering him, absorbing all of him deep up into her belly.
Her senses were shattered by the strength of her own climax when it suddenly thundered into being. She held her breath as great convulsive spasms of welcome relief exploded inside and enveloped her, and she was whirling dizzily between their two hammering cocks.
"Oh God!" she screamed. "I'm cumming...I'm cumming...oooohhh!"
As if on cue, Tom rammed into her without mercy, reaching his own orgasm in a crescendo of furiously raging thrusts, the viscid liquid of his cum rushing through his cock to jet warmly into the moist shuddering depths of her tender-walled rectal passage. Then he collapsed on top of her, moaning and panting.
"Ooooh! Fuck! Oooh! Fuck!" Harry abruptly spat out in a wailing groan as his jackhammering cock suddenly rammed even deeper into her spasming cunt, and he released spurt after steaming spurt of his viscous semen up into her welcoming belly. Then he fell back, letting his slowly deflating cock slip out of her milking pussy with a loud moist sluicing sound.
Judy lay panting and gasping for breath, a deflated and defeated mass of helplessly quivering female flesh. Dimly she was aware of leave-taking, of young cocks deflated and spent, being pulled from the nakedness of her sperm-filled body, and then she was alone. After a long while, her eyes fluttered open to find herself lying on the crumpled map of the world all spotted now with the thick white pools of her debauchery with the three young hoodlums.
CHAPTER EIGHT
The vast forum hall at Pendleton High School was filled to capacity for the regular school board meeting. The large audience of parents shuffled and whispered noisily as the board rambled through the agenda before them. Archibald Feather looked out over the audience, surveying his domain.
As the interminable business of the meeting dragged on, the audience became more restive. At last, the board chairman, James Hanna, cleared his throat and began to read.
"Fellow members of the board, Dr. Feather. The next item is the proposal to close Old Paramus School. As you know, this is our only remaining one-room schoolhouse. It seems obvious that this is a holdover from earlier times. We no longer live in a rural agricultural society, and while our other schools have flourished and benefited from up-to-date methods, equipment and teachers, this one school has been neglected and allowed to deteriorate.
"I would like to suggest that this school is an aging eyesore that drags down the image of the whole district system. We inherited it from earlier boards who simply pushed the problem under the rug. I feel it is time we did something about it."
"Wait a minute. My kid went there!" A short man rose to his feet shouting. "Miss Turner helped him get a scholarship to a good college. She may be an old-fashioned teacher, but what's wrong with that? Just 'cause things are new don't make them better."
The uproar began. Archibald Feather watched and waited as it swirled around him. The emotional parents screeched loud and long and, as usual, no one came up with a single valid argument to back up their statements of passionate loyalty to Judy Turner. It became painfully obvious that, with Archibald Feather's help, the entire district was, in effect, supporting a private school for special students at the expense of the entire system.
"Gentlemen," Archibald Feather stood up to his full height and looked around, waiting for the angry voices to cease. When the large room was absolutely still, he said in a calm and reasonable voice, "I should like to submit my report on the matter to the board." He handed around the typed report to the board members. "My recommendation, as you can see, is to close the school. I believe my findings are in order. The cost benefit analysis gives us the picture pretty clearly. Even if it did not, may I say that
I feel there is no way to bring this school into the programs we have in progress in the other schools. That in effect we would be keeping open an aging, outmoded unit as a costly memorial to what some of the parents feel is an irreplaceable teacher. Gentlemen, I think you will agree that none of us is indispensable. In fact, it simply isn't good business to have any one teacher who cannot willingly and eagerly be assigned to any school in the district. No other teacher would have Old Parmaus. So, should something happen to Miss Turner, we would be forced to close Old Paramus anyway. I propose we do it now. I propose we adjourn to executive session and discuss the reports at this time."
When the board returned from their private meeting twenty minutes later, most of the audience had gone home. The verdict had become clear in the course of Archibald Feather's well chosen words.
The chairman of the board rapped his gavel for attention, even though the audience that was left was already quiet. "The board has voted unanimously to close Old Paramus School. Students living in the area will be bused to town schools at the district expense and absorbed into other schools."
* * *
Judy sat listlessly staring out of the window of her living room. She knew there was the fatal school board meeting tonight, but nothing and no one seemed to matter anymore. The school and all her ambitions and hopes seemed very far away, a memory from another life lived very long ago.
When the phone rang late in the evening, she stared at it stupidly, not knowing at first why it shrilled. Finally, she picked it up. Her face emotionless, she heard the news from Archibald Feather's own lips. It no longer seemed to have anything to do with her. For the old Judy Turner no longer existed. She had been buried along with her rigid moralistic background, buried somewhere in the depths of the body of her new counterpart.
"Thank you for calling," Judy muttered dutifully into the phone and hung it back on its cradle.
Closing the school had only been a formality. The new Judy Turner would never teach again. It was not a calling that would excite her, nor would she feel fit ever to influence young minds again.
Idly, she wandered around the cottage, looking at everything as though it were an artifact from a long time ago. A sudden decision hit her. She went to the closet and pulled down a coat to throw around her shoulders. The lights still glowed as she ran out the door, started her car, and turned it down the road toward Larry Williams' house. Embraces awaited her, eager young arms to keep her from ever being alone again.
