The Superintendent of Schools was all apologies about the location of the school, situated as it was on the other side of a mountain, about its size, being only one room, about its state of general disrepair, some of the windows being boarded up, and especially about the deprived community it serviced. He had forgotten that Beulah Myerson had chosen this particular school herself. She had applied for the position of grade school teacher, specifically requesting, the Blackberry Hill School. But he was so excited to find someone to teach there that his apologies were more in the way of an expression of his boundless relief. Four times last year he had had to scrounge for teachers for this school. Apologizing for the troublesome school was a habit for him now, a way of life.
"As you can see, there isn't much in the way of a schoolyard," he said contritely, "just enough space for the school bus to squeeze in. I don't know whatever possessed the community to want to put the building in such an inconvenient location," he finished, absolving himself from all guilt in the matter by placing the blame squarely where it belonged, on the stupid underprivileged community it was his misfortune to have included in his educational jurisdiction.
The thirty-eight year old Beulah Myerson smiled tiredly to herself as though she had heard the song before, as though she were well acquainted with the pride and the problems of school superintendents, as indeed she was, having worked in ... let's see ... more than fifteen school districts in her time. She glanced at the sun. They were on the south side of the mountain and she could not pass up this opportunity to defend the people she had chosen to serve for as long as they would have her.
"It looks to me like about the most protected spot around," she suggested. "No danger from a northeaster here, and I'll bet they rarely have to plow it out even in the worst blizzards. Sounds like that saves a bit of money. Then with all those big windows facing the sun all day, must save quite a bit on the heating."
"Hmph ... well." he grunted. She could see from the confusion in the sag of his jaw that such a practical observation had never clawed its way through his prejudices, and she was elated to think that she had been able, however temporarily, to cast the aura of genius on these poor people even though she knew they probably built the school where they did because that's the piece of land someone was willing to donate since it seemed useable for nothing better than a tax loss. She had implied a deliberate planning for practical results
that were more-likely a bit of luck. Still, those boards at some of the windows did keep out the sunlight that was desirable in the winter so she would see about having the glass replaced. There must be some kind of town meeting she could go to and make the request, explaining her reasoning. She would ask the Superintendent about that except that she disliked his attitude too much to be bothered. Anyway, the children would know.
He had walked Beulah up to the schoolhouse and now he opened the big door into the single room. The floors were black from years of oiling. The woodwork was dark, the walls were a glum green and all the blackboards were the old familiar black. Not unhappily, thought Beulah, since the new soft green chalkboards most schools used now would scream at the ugly paint on the walls. At least the desks were pine and finished with a light-colored varnish so that the sun had something to reflect from and brighten up the room with. Still, the gloominess was not irremediable. There was plenty of space for posters and artwork. Beulah Myerson had learned a great deal about being resourceful in her years of teaching in the poorer school districts of the country. She had learned to expect school supplies to be scarce since the district's resources would be channeled into the middle class areas where, it was thought, the materials could be put to better, more fruitful use.
She always started a new position by staying up nights making flashcards by hand because the schools never had them and by constructing a cardboard puppet stage. Her next task, accomplished as soon as possible was to reach everyone in the community for old magazines, preferably just the color plates from them, but she was not choosey. She would stay up more nights ripping the color plates out herself to be used with the children for any number of purposes from counting and reading to making collages. As Beulah surveyed the dull room, not un-like
countless others she had had to transform, she finally realized that the Superintendent was trying to break in upon her thoughts.
"I'm sorry," she smiled woodenly at the little man. "I'm already planning. Did you say something I didn't hear?"
"Humph," he grunted again. "I couldn't help but be curious," he ventured with an almost patronizing tone. "Why would you want to teach in a school house like this, a woman with your experience? Of course you do seem to hop around a lot but we usually ... heh, heh ... have to hand these lemons to the young and inexperienced," he laughed, obviously at her.
She looked at him without batting an eyelash. "I'm partial to lemonade," she said seriously and then relented and smiled because she felt sorry for the poor man. He didn't know whether he was supposed to laugh at her remark or be serious because she had made a serious point that had gone over his head. "I like people I can really help," she explained. He could hardly argue with idealism. She had other reasons, too, but all of her reasons, the idealistic ones and the others, all fit together in one satisfying whole for Beulah Myerson.
The Superintendent merely grunted once again and started back out the door without stepping into the room or expecting her to. This was one gorgeous broad, he had thought when she first appeared in his office. Perhaps one should not expect too many brains from such a gorgeous broad!
Yes, Beulah Myerson was idealistic, but not for free. She would teach these children more in one year than they had ever learned in five years before Beulah, B-B as she called the wasteland that always preceded her arrival at a new school. She knew what it was like for children in schools like this. She knew they had probably never had a teacher who would not hold them at arm's length as though they were walking germs. They had never had a teacher who, though she might not be as drunk as their own mother, was just as distant and cold. Beulah ran her fingers through her deep, thick auburn hair that glistened with sparks of gold and amber and red in the sunlight. What made children learn, Beulah knew through long experience, was love, whatever kind of love they were missing, whatever love they needed, whatever love she would give and she would give anything! As soon as she were found out, of course, they would throw her out, in spite of all the children had learned, the National Boards they had passed to everyone's consternation, the purpose in life they had found, the accomplishments, the happiness. . . .
Yes, Beulah Myerson gave as good as she got. Perhaps she gave more, but the parents and the school officials would not see it that way. They didn't want a love goddess. They wanted a walking stick of chalk! They didn't want the children to accomplish anything. Indeed there was no proving to these people that the children could accomplish anything. If they did well on tests, the talk was that Beulah had somehow maneuvered the good grades. It made no sense, but since when did prejudice have to make sense. She had been told by many a Superintendent that her only role in schools like this was to keep the children off the street, to make them good, non-irritating drones who would be glad to lick the ass of any dictator who came along. Well, no Superintendent actually said it quite like that, but the implication was clear. Knock the shit out of them if necessary. Remove all the punch and drive and originality that they would need later to go forward in life. For it was more important to keep them quiet and under control than to teach them to succeed.
Ooooooohhh, Beulah thought, taking another sip of her scotch on the rocks for now it was night. The Superintendent was long gone back to his office in the big city, and Beulah was making flashcards. After the Big Ruler had departed, the beautiful broad, as he had called her, had returned to the little one room school to install her own personality a little. She had some animal posters to hang and the full length mirror which she always put on the inside of the coat closet door. There were her special boxes for collecting things. The children would learn to deposit colored pictures in one box and junk to construct things with in another. This school room included first, second, and third graders. They had, as Beulah had suspected, no blocks or balls or flashcards.
"Oooooooooohhh," she groaned aloud now, stretching her cramped spine. She doubted that she could get everything done in one night and yet she always tried. She had enough reading flashcards finished to carry through a week with all three grades. Her arithmetic cards were done, both addition and subtraction, only through "5." That would have to do for tonight because she wanted to make yarn balls that they could play baseball with inside the classroom since there was no place else. They would play volleyball with balloons and a brand of basketball, which she had invented, with their caps. Exercise they would get, she thought with satisfaction. Then, taking another small sip of her scotch, she contemplated dreamily and with no little amount of expectation of another kind of exercise "some" would get, once she had picked out the "some" who needed and wanted it and to whom she wished to give it.
By noon the next day teacher and students had pretty much sized each other up. There was an air of relief in the classroom that was almost palpable. The kids knew that this was a woman who could handle them for a change. She had not begun the day by making depressed remarks about all the working materials that did not exist, but instead, had pulled what they needed from a big box with the same flair and pride on her beautiful face that a magician displays when he pulls a rabbit from a hat. Beulah Myerson knew what children think of magicians and she all but wore a cape and silk hat on every first day of school. So they had a good beginning and now it was lunch time and after lunch they would play baseball the teacher said. Baseball? The kids were stunned. But they were already convinced that if Miss Myerson said they would go fishing in the sink and catch a shark in the drain, then somehow, that's exactly what would happen!
The Brown boys, Beulah had noticed, had sat themselves in a row across the front of the room. Since the rows were divided according to grade, it meant that nine year old Thomas Brown sat in front of the third grade row; eight year old Barry Brown lead the second graders, and six year old Benjamin Brown sat at the head of the first grade rows. Usually brothers didn't choose to sit so close to another, Beulah thought. It would be interesting to speculate why these boys did. Since this was Benjamin's first day of his first year of school, it was understandable that he might feel better sitting next to his brother Barry for awhile. Barry looked like a nice boy, too, a very sweet boy. He had stared at her all day, his big brown eyes round like an adoring fawn. Thomas, on the other hand, was a wise guy. He had the same big brown eyes and dark curly hair as Barry, but Thomas's brown eyes were ten years older. Little Benjamin was the blue eyed blonde of the Brown family. He was so different that Beulah had to check to see if he were related to the others.
Thomas Brown was indeed much older than his brothers in many ways. It was he more than any of the other children who managed to frighten off the teachers. But this one was incredibly exciting to him. For one thing, she was very beautiful, her dark auburn hair waving richly around her finely chiseled face and a faint scattering of freckles over the bridge of her nose. Her ripe body was slender yet curved enticingly full at the ass and the tits. Her legs were long and shapely from the softly flaring curve of her hips to the delicate high heels she wore. All of the other teachers had been young and sloppy and never wore shoes that showed off their legs like Miss Myerson did. As the boy watched her, he imagined the time, if he could manage it with this one, when she would strip off her clothes and bare her full, proud tits and rounded ass-cheeks to the warmth of his appreciation. Suddenly he knew he had to start feeling her out right away. His pecker was beginning to shove unmercifully at the front of his pants.
The Brown boys were accustomed to skipping breakfast and they each brought their egg, hard boiled, for lunch with a bread and butter sandwich. The salt shaker passed back and forth. Thomas and Barry had devised a little game to go with it last year, a game that Thomas understood but that Barry played only because it gave him status with his brother. He had no idea what it meant.
The salt was sitting on Barry's desk when Thomas began the old game. "Pass the salt, Peter!" Thomas asked in a louder voice than necessary. The lovely teacher remained engrossed in her lunch and Lady Chatterly's Lover, which she was reading for the fiftieth time. Thomas put a few grains of salt on his egg and then Barry spoke even louder.
"Pass the salt, Peter!" he almost yelled and the two boys giggled a little.
Beulah did not look up until little Benjamin, seeing his brothers having such a good time with the salt, spoke.
"Pass the salt, Barry!" he said.
"Naaaaaawwwwww," Barry said to him, disgusted and was about to explain because of the tears that rose to the little boy's blue eyes when the new teacher laughed and said what no teacher had ever said before.
"You're supposed to call him, Peter, Benjie," she told him, smiling. "Pass the salt, Peter, you're supposed to say."
"Oh," little Benjie said and smiled gratefully. "Pass the salt, Peter!" Benjamin called joyfully. Barry passed the salt and it was Thomas's turn now, but Thomas no longer wanted to play. It was no fun trying to shock a teacher who wouldn't be shocked. Not that Thomas was sorry. On the contrary, he had already learned in his nine short years on earth that a woman who wasn't shocked was a possible partner for more interesting games than Pass-The-Salt-Peter!"
Consequently, he wasted no time. At the end of the day, when the other kids had all rushed out to the school bus to be taken home, Thomas Brown stayed behind. He hid in the coat room so that no one would notice what he was doing until it was too late. Then he stole back into the classroom where, much to his surprise, Miss Myerson was sitting with hands folded at her desk and waiting for him.
It was not the first time a boy had done this with Beulah. She knew all the signs. The problem for her was that he was not exactly the one she wanted, and she didn't know him well enough to know how to refuse him. She hated to pretend that she didn't know what was going on, that she didn't know the score, that she was some kind of innocent that would not indulge in naughtiness. He knew better, and she would rather strengthen his self confidence, assure him that his suspicions were correct than try to throw sand in his eyes, try to convince him, which she could do, that his intuition was in error. The entire world was ready to hide the truth from Thomas Brown as from every child, ready to lie to him and for self-protection convince him that his knowledge was a figment of his imagination. Well, Beulah Myerson would not be one of the liars. He was a handsome boy, but so was his younger brother, Barry. The difference was that Barry was not aware of his assets yet, and the flush innocence and kindness was still with him and so made him more appealing. Thomas had the maturity of a man already, and if she wanted that, she would have been married long ago. Well, she would play it by ear.
Beulah was aware of his gaze locked on the deep fleshy valley between her tits, that showed only slightly in the neckline of her dress, but showed enough to be stimulating, she realized. She sighed and continued correcting the arithmetic papers on her desk.
"I guess you decided not to take the bus," she said suddenly as he crept closer and closer. She lifted her face to stare into his brown eyes, and when his head dipped down toward hers, she was flustered for a moment because it might as well have been Barry, they looked so much alike. In spite of herself, she strained upward toward his lips, her soft mouth parting in anticipation of that first contact.
Thomas put his arm tightly around her shoulders as he felt his tongue slip easily into the warm moistness of her mouth. Gosh, it had never been this easy before, but her softly yielding tits were pressing like crazy against his stomach as she turned, responding eagerly to his kiss, her wet tongue teasing and caressing his open lips and teeth. Then she reached up and her hands danced lightly over his shoulders and back, and he felt a burning heat begin to surge through his young body, the blood pounding into his groin. His mouth slipped downward and began then to kiss and nibble at the pale smooth skin of her neck as his hands reached down and hungrily caressed the tiny width of her waist, imagining how soft it would be without the dress.
Perhaps it was the long time between boys that weakened Beulah's will power, and she didn't want Thomas all the way. No, she preferred waiting for his brother for a real affair. Still, she found herself trembling at the exciting, almost tickling sensation of the boy's young lips traveling warmly over her neck and throat. Yes, it had been a long, long time since she had been kissed this way by a boy, and she had to surrender a little to the sweet lazy warmth that was suddenly flooding through her veins. His hands were gentle, molding and caressing the lines of her ribs, gliding down over the sculpted mounds of her ass, then rising again to brush against the hardening tips of her proudly up-thrust tits before he grasped her shoulders, pulling her even closer to his body. Then suddenly her arms clasped around his young body in passionate ardor and, almost unconscious of her rising excitement, she began to grind her tits gently against him.
"You're so beautiful, Miss Myerson," Thomas murmured as his fingertips traced lightly over the swelling contours of her tits through the satiny fabric of her dress. Then, as she did not resist, he lowered his head to trail his tongue moistly down into the dark cleft between the cushiony cream-white mounds of flesh. Beulah gasped softly at the unexpected sensation and felt his hands hungrily roaming over the twin moons of her ass, which she had raised from her chair by riding forward onto her thighs. Then he grasped them sideways to jerk her quivering body against him in a sudden convulsive surge of desire.
Beulah's blue eyes suddenly flew open, round with awareness finally, as she felt his eagerly pulsating young prick pressing through the layers of their clothing against the side of her ribs. As comprehension slowly dawned in her mind, she felt a slow flush of excitement heating her love-starved body. She had so wanted to wait for Barry; yet she could not help slipping her hands under his shirt and tremulously exploring the soft skin of his boyish back.
"You're so warm and nice," he breathed huskily in her ear. "You're like no teacher I ever had," he murmured, and she smiled to herself.
Again he kissed her and played over her lips with the tip of his tongue. Where had he learned so much, she wondered. She had never realized it was possible to teach a boy of this age so much. In a way suck skill annoyed her. She preferred a touch of ineptness, the awe of the novice, the fear of the initiate. But she left her lips open, like ripe berries to be plucked, and he explored them, went behind them to her teeth, speared into the delicious warmth of her mouth while her excited breath played over his soft cheek. His young hand slipped inside her neckline to her tittie, massaging, stroking, his fingertips closing in on the hardening nipple he found there to caress and roll it teasingly between them.
Beulah moaned quietly beneath his hands, her brain becoming more alight with passion than she expected. Desire and the warmth of the boy's love made all her cares fade into the background, and she felt her pussy itch as it pulsed and throbbed with a hungering warmth she had not known for several months now. Under his surprisingly expert ministrations, she could not remember when she had last been with a boy. It seemed ages ago and her body was beginning to long for him to bury his hard hot cock into the depths of her wetly throbbing cunt. His tender words that he sometimes whispered breathed past the sensitive shell of her ear, floated gently through her brain, and she ignored the uncomfortable question about her decision to wait for Barry. Oh, how she needed him, wanted him, loved Thomas!
She felt the boy's soft young hand trail down over the flatness of her belly, down the strong curving muscles of her hips and thigh, then upward, slipping under the yielding polished cotton material of her dress to caress the velvety smooth flesh of her inner thigh, causing her to gasp with the tingling wonder of the sensation. Then under her nylon panties and through the feathery patch of auburn pussy hair to the very lips of her cunt, his fingers lightly teased the narrow, hair-lined slit, then slipped inside with a breathtaking gentleness to find her swelling clitoris throbbing in erotic delight. Her entire being seemed to revolve around that warmly embedded finger, and Beulah barely knew what was happening as Thomas drew her up and after him into the coat room where he had already spread an old coat, a curtain, and his own jacket on the floor for them to slip down onto.
She pulled the boy to her as they stretched out on the cloth. She clasped her hungry lips to his, and her wet pointed pink tongue shot into his mouth with all the fire of a taunted lizard. Again and again she searched his mouth while he sucked at her tongue. His outstretched forefinger, replaced, tauntingly circled her clitoris, finally sliding down through her desire-moistened slit to ease inside, burying itself in the warmly contracting depths of her excited pussy.
Thomas was sure that they would fuck that afternoon. His experience with older women had taught him that the nicest thing about them was they didn't want to stop. He had no doubt in his mind, and as if in reaffirmation of his thought, her hand suddenly moved down over his waist and stomach, her fingers tentatively wrapping around the throbbing stiffness of his young cock through the fabric of his pants. His throat constricted at the suddenly thrilling sensation.
"Christ, Miss Myerson!" he gasped and pressed her voluptuous body under his own down onto the cloths he had spread for them, pressing one knee between her thighs as she struggled to keep her legs together now.
"Oh, Thomas, wait ... no. No, not now!" she pleaded as her fright suddenly returned to her It was not so much a matter of being caught, although that could happen, but that she was afraid of losing the boy's brother and she had to think about what she wanted.
"I bolted the door," he said, his hot breath fanning over the soft flesh of her heaving tits in deeper and deeper gasps and she whimpered, not wanting to explain why.
"Please, honey, we mustn't." She gazed beseechingly at the face that was kissing and nibbling at her warmly tingling titties while his hand was opening the buttons at the front of her dress. But she may as well have kept still. His demanding hands continued to fondle and graze her sensitively responding flesh. The boy was aware of nothing but the sexual need leaping like an electric current between their bodies as she gasped aloud to the endless probing of his extended middle finger deep up inside her wetly wanting, devouringly avid cunt, causing her to writhe feverishly beneath his hand.
"Oh! Wait, please, Tom, wait! Wait!" she begged, but then she suddenly heard the metallic whisper of her zipper. A fraction of a second later, the heat of his hard fleshy young cock was pressing against her upper thigh. Oh, my God, the feeling of a boy's young prick on her leg nearly overwhelmed her. She felt him bury his finger deeper up between her legs into the rippling moisture of her clasping cunt. Even while she thought that he was really TOO good for her taste, overpowering waves of wanton excitement surged through her voracious body. She wanted, oh God, to let herself go and tear him apart! Yet she hung on to her sanity with everything she had, because she was not going to let this child take control of her and her life at the Blackberry Hill School! She was going to decide for herself what she wanted and her mind was made up on that point even though she had little will to protest what he had done so far and she was almost mesmerized by the physical sensations that were pounding through her sensually aroused body. When finally he took her hand and placed it on his nakedly exposed pulsating young prick, she saw her chance. Immediately, she closed her fingers around it and squeezed, sighing in ecstasy.
He gasped excitedly, and she felt the fleshy rigidness give slightly beneath the pressure of her circling fingers. The sound of her own quick breathing broke through the stillness of the coat room as she realized that his young throbbing cock was hot as a branding iron to her touch. An anticipatory thrill of delight shivered through her but she mustn't! He was a little big for his age, it seemed to her, and perhaps it would be nice to try someone this big for a change but no! Suddenly she was aware that she was stroking it, massaging the thick layer of outer skin back and forth over the stone-hard staff of flesh to the same rhythm he had established with his finger deep inside her moistly receptive channel. Unconsciously she was doing what she had planned to do. Some inner angel of her mind was taking care of her for there was no struggle left in the rest of her. She was even rationalizing for him, reprimanding herself that after all, she had let him go on, even encouraged him beyond that final point of no return, and now both of them were trembling with passionate hunger.
She squirmed blissfully beneath his extended finger sinking ever deeper into her cunt, moist now from the seeping liquid juice he had stimulated there. She felt the wetness from her pussy lips moistening the crotch of her panties, and she dimly realized that she was damp even to the crack between her hungrily rotating ass-cheeks. His young thickly-bloated cock jerked in her hand at every stroke and, as he increased the tempo of his finger-fucking up into her tightly clenched pussy, she quickened the movements of her slender fingers over his throbbingly erect shaft of blood-engorged flesh, feeling it swell and grow unbelievably harder. She groaned in disappointment as his finger slipped reluctantly from her steaming cuntal hole and then she lay passively for a moment partially oblivious to the boy's attempts to slip her panties off her hips and down her long, shapely legs.
All at once, as he suddenly squirmed on top of her prostrate body, Beulah stiffened and fought his desperate efforts to pry open her legs. That protective angel from somewhere in her mind came flooding through, clearing the lace-like cloud of delirious pleasure that had filled her brain a moment before. Her strong thighs clamped together tightly, clasping his hot pulsing cock between them while he struggled frantically on above her to get the blood-filled tip of his hard cock into the quivering little mouth of her passion-drenched pussy.
She said nothing as her teeth clenched and she writhed and struggled with every ounce of resistance to her own desires that she could muster, holding his cock tightly between her fingers and clenched thighs as he strained to penetrate her. He was surprisingly strong for a nine year old boy, and the smooth head of his cock splayed apart the soft wet lips of her pussy, inching forward from the power of his lust-maddened attempt to enter her defensively clenched, hot, wet hole. She squirmed furiously beneath him until she felt his prick begin a wild ungovernable jerking while still within her clutching fingers and heard his startled gasp of ecstasy.
Huskily he groaned into her ear, and then she felt the thick Hot stream of his impatient sperm shoot from its lust-bloated head to saturate her palpitating cuntal lips and the surrounding auburn hair. Within seconds she was coated with the warm, viscous liquid spurting wetly down between her legs to moisten the clothing under her bare white ass.
In spite of her frustration, she lay perfectly still and held him tightly through it all, feeling his young body convulse on top of her while his organ pumped spasmodically in her hand. God, she was hungry and yet ... and yet she was glad! She heard him gasp out his ultimate release and finally he seemed to collapse over her, his still jerking young cock rapidly going limp in her hand. She felt and understood the indescribably nauseous feeling of having cheated herself. The moistly pouting lips of her pussy, now drenched in Thomas Brown's cum, still throbbed hungrily and her poor up-thrust tits with their rosy, hard spikes, tingled in unfulfilled desire.
"Why did you push me away, Miss Myerson?" the child asked, bewildered. That was something he would expect of a little girl, not a woman.
"I understood your need, Thomas, and you understood mine." She ran her hand the length of his young cheek. "Because we understand each other doesn't mean we have to tolerate any more than we think is necessary," she said, knowing full well she was going way over his head. He put it more simply.
"You don't want me!" he declared with a hint of shock that boded trouble if she was not careful from now on. He was obviously accustomed to being at the top of the pecking order in the school. He was not used to losing or being refused anything. His pride was seriously hurt.
She had handled the type of revenge he would undoubtedly try to wreak on he; before and she could handle it again. This one would know if she lied or tried to imply that her refusal had anything to do with the difference in their ages. Besides, she would not lie to him anyway. She was too much the idealist to do that.
"That's true, Thomas," she admitted. "I didn't want you. I don't want my freedom of choice taken away from me any more than you want yours taken from you, do you?"
But he had not really heard much of what she had to say. He had stood up and was zipping his flaccid prick back inside his pants, and he had turned his back so that she could not see the tears that had sprung to the lids of his eyes.
"Thomas!" she called, but he had left the coat room and was out the door too quickly for her to be able to remind him of his jacket, which was still cushioning her head as she humped her ass up to pull her panties on and smooth down the wrinkled skirt of her polished cotton dress.
CHAPTER TWO
Beulah looked in her records for the Brown's address, but it did no good when she found it: R.F.D. No. 2! Still, they couldn't live too far from the school since Thomas had stayed although he might have planned on getting a ride from Beulah. That was certainly a risk to take without asking her ahead of time. The school served an eight or ten mile radius. Yet, considering his ego before its recent deflation, thought his pretty teacher with a grin, he had very-likely not considered that there was any risk involved. Of course his teacher would take him home! Who ever refused Thomas anything? The boy had the egotism to think that way, she was sure. Well, perhaps if she hurried, she could overtake him on the road and at least give him his jacket.
First the new teacher picked up the coat room, and then, opening the door of her own coat closet, she straightened herself out as much as possible in the large mirror she had hung there. She had to smile to think that an old pro like herself had been caught in a polished cotton dress at the wrong time! God, nothing wrinkled worse. Her skirt looked like a-washboard, and all she had worn to school today was a sweater so that she could not hide the messy skirt either. She would have to stop at home and jump into a pair of slacks before she went searching for the Brown's house. Fortunately she had the car. Her own house was almost a mile away.
The next thing she did in the schoolroom was to gather together the papers she had not finished correcting and the flash cards that were unfinished. A quick final glance around the room told her practiced eye that the boards had been washed, everything had been put away, and the floors swept. In this school, the children did such things themselves at the end of the day. The town had a traveling janitor who spent a day here and a day somewhere else. Saturday was his day at the
Blackberry Hill School to do the heavy cleaning. Beulah had placed a note on her calendar to ask him on Saturday about replacing the boarded sections of window with panes of glass, because, of course, she would be in on Saturday herself and for a few Saturdays to come until everything was in order.
But the pretty auburn-haired teacher did not see her rejected young lover oft the road anywhere although she looked in both directions as far as she could see when she came out of the school building and again before she went into her own house. It was only when she was inside her house, denying herself a pick-me-up scotch, that she desperately wanted, that it occurred to her that one way to find the Brown's was to call on the telephone, if they had one, and ask directions from them, explaining that Thomas had left school without his jacket. Again Beulah had to smile to herself, this time over what she had learned about parents over the years. You would think that his parents would wonder how a brand new teacher the first day of school would know their son's jacket from any others, but they would not question such knowledge because a teacher was expected to be omniscient. Parents became shocked only by what a teacher did not know, however remote or trivial the information might be. A teacher was also supposed to know a parent's prejudices as fact. An incident of this recurred to her briefly.
A few years ago, after Angela Davis was acquitted by a jury of involvement in a crime, one of her students had asked her if Angela had bribed the jury. Beulah had said she didn't know but that she doubted it was possible. Later a very angry parent complained to the school board that Miss Myerson didn't know a god damned thing about American life. How the hell did she get to be a teacher, he wanted to know. She was claiming that a jury couldn't be bribed and was defending a Communist in her classroom! The secret of survival, Beulah thought, was certainly laughter.
She found the Browns in the telephone book, a Thomas Brown, and recalling the squiggle after "Thomas Brown" in her records, as though the boy had added an indecipherable "jr," she guessed that it was the correct number, correct if the parents weren't separated. The voice that answered the telephone was Barry's, and the curvaceous teacher felt her heart skip and her loins tingle at the sound of it. She made no attempt to hide her excitement from him as she explained that she had found
Thomas's jacket in the coat room, and assuming that he might need it, she would like to deliver it tonight if she were given directions to the house.
"I'll come after it, Miss Myerson," Barry told her.
"Don't be silly, Barry. I live on the mountain near the school."
The child was polite. "So do we," he explained. "I know where you live, Miss Myerson. It's just a short ways."
Beulah would have insisted upon delivering the jacket, but she knew that most poor children were ashamed of their homes for one reason or another, at least in front of teachers, and they were too young to be reassured.
"Come along," she invited with a little choke in her throat that the boy may have heard though she doubted that he yet understood the passion that caused it. And while she waited, she slipped into another dress instead of pants, wondering all the while if he would come alone, if he could stay awhile without suspicion and whether he ... whether he would be ... interested. . . .
When she heard the doorbell ring, she gave her deep auburn hair one final touch with the hairbrush, and then, drawing a packet of colorful books from the bottom drawer of her bureau, she scattered them over the coffee table as she flew by to open the door.
"Hi, Barry!" she cried, excited to find that he had indeed come alone. "Got time for some punch? I make a very special punch that you can have in either cranberry or pineapple flavor. What will it be?" she asked, stepping aside so that he almost couldn't help but enter the house.
"Well, gee ...." he stammered, overwhelmed by her enthusiastic welcome.
He was only a year younger than Thomas, thought Beulah, and Thomas knew everything whereas Barry knew nothing at all. It seemed impossible except if Barry were close to one of the boys' parents and the parents would disapprove of sexual activity, which was-likely, then Thomas would protect his secrets even from his brother until such time as Barry, too, was initiated and could understand that it was not something a boy tattled about.
"If you don't have the time ...." she started to say.
"Oh, I have plenty of time, Miss Myerson. There won't be anyone home until after six tonight."
"Where's Benjie?" she asked immediately, concerned lest Barry was supposed to be baby sitting and would get into trouble if he stayed away.
"He's at my grandma's, having a nap now," the child assured his beautiful teacher, edging, into the room now so that she could close the door. "School was too much for him," the older brother laughed but with indulgence at the little boy who was still plagued with tiring easily.
Beulah found herself liking Barry more and more; his dark curly hair and eyes were attractive, but so was his kindly, good-natured personality. She motioned him to a seat on the couch near the books that she had strewn on the coffee table and excused herself.
"Cranberry?" she asked as she started to leave the room.
"Yes, thank you," the boy said shyly as he sat down and automatically reached for one of the colored books, the way he reached for comic books in the dentist's waiting room.
When Beulah returned, a glass of cranberry punch in each hand, a red straw in his and a white one in the glass spiked with a jigger of gin, he glanced up at her, his eyes timid, almost terrified, and seemed to be shaking from head to toe. Yet he was held, too, by the curiosity as well as the instincts that never failed. He now seemed uncertain of what to do with his hands until he finally thrust them deep in the pockets of his tattered pants, leaning back against the couch in order to do it.
"Do the books bother you, Barry?" she asked directly. There were two paperbacks with plenty of color plates on how babies are conceived and born as well as a couple of tastefully done illustrated manuals on sexual positions.
The boy blushed fearfully. "I'm sorry, Miss Myerson," he stammered. "I ... I'm pretty dumb ... about these things."
"You don't know yet how babies are born?" she asked.
Well, not exactly," he murmured, almost choking. He was not accustomed to having the subject mentioned with the objectivity of a call to dinner. "I mean ... I have some vague idea. ...."
"Pretty vague, huh?" she laughed.
He too was able to laugh a little then. "Very vague," he admitted.
"That's terrible," his beautiful teacher said, looking almost cross. "Do you think your parents would mind if I told you?" she asked.
"Oh, I wouldn't ask them, Miss Myerson. I wouldn't tell them either, but ... but I'd sure like to know! Would you?" he blurted in an agony of childish embarrassment.
"Well," she searched for a beginning as she sat down on the opposite end of the couch from Barry. "I guess we should start right at the beginning," she said and then asked, "Have you ever played with yourself, Barry?"
Barry stared at her in astonishment, his face blazing and heart suddenly beating wildly in his chest. He had never anticipated a question as embarrassing as this one, and he felt his throat constricting tightly, shutting off all answer. He lowered his brown eyes to avoid the frank question in her big beautiful eyes and nodded his head, although where he got the courage to be so honest, he'd never know except ... except that there was something very honest about Miss Myerson. She was more honest than anyone he had ever known. He guessed he liked her better than anyone he had ever known because of that.
"Well, that is part of it," the shapely teacher said, relieved that the boy at least knew about his own body. That was a big step toward her goal. "Girls have a place that is better than your hand for you, and it feels just as good for them. Do you know about that?"
"Vag ... vaguely," he stuttered. He couldn't help thinking of what his grandmother would say if she could hear this! His eyes were anxious as he tried to put together, them, all he had ever heard about the mystery of sex. Almost against his will, his dark-eyed gaze began to search over the body of the beautiful woman sitting gracefully right there near him, on the other end of the couch! Without really being aware of what he was doing, he lingered warmly on the full, pointed curves of her titties, her long beautiful legs, all of which he had noted in the classroom but not with quite this excitement. He was in .agony over what he almost understood! His breath seemed to be all wadded up in his throat as though his tonsils were back in again and swollen like last summer, but he managed to gasp, "I'm not sure. ...."
Beulah brushed a lock of auburn hair from her forehead and sighed. She was very aware of the boy's eyes timidly exploring her body as she had expected him to do and she reveled in the excited trembling deep in her belly. Her thoughts returned to the frustrating scene of an hour before when Thomas's thickly swollen prick had erupted in her hand, and she knew that as a result of what had happened then, she was getting doubly excited now as the subject of sex came up. She lounged a little more on the couch, turning her body in such a way that her up-thrust tits showed more prominently.
"Well, women have ...." she drawled leisurely. "They have a sexual organ in about the same place yours is. Only instead of sticking out, like a boy's does, it goes inside, like a hole or a tunnel ... or am I going into things you know?"
Her voice faded and she watched for some sign that he was listening. He was staring intently at her skirt, frowning slightly as though he were trying to imagine what she was describing to him so she continued.
"Your pecker would fit inside," she said matter-of-factly. She considered describing her cunt more fully, but a galvanic surge of tingling little shocks prickled her belly and a trembling chill of excitement flitted up her spine. Unable to control herself she moved closer to him on the couch and touched the tanned, smooth flesh of his arm to make him look straight at her.
"Barry, let's take a break for a minute and have some punch," she breathed tremulously. "This is difficult material to teach."
Barry looked at her pleadingly, afraid that once the lesson was over she would never begin again and God knows where else he would ever learn! Besides, the nearness of her softly rounded female body, so smooth and suntanned and smelling of perfume, was a new experience for him, and he wanted to prolong it for as long as he could. There was something about the way his new and beautiful teacher looked at him that made him feel as if he were melting inside. He had never felt this before. Her big blue eyes were sparkling and dancing, while her moist red lips were open just enough so that he could see the gleaming white of her perfect teeth. And .now, he just couldn't keep his eyes from roving over her gorgeous body. She was the most beautiful teacher who had ever come to teach at the Blackberry Hill School, he was sure!
In an effort to keep her near him, he said urgently, "I still don't know what to do!"
She sighed. "You have to learn most of it as you do it," she said, enjoying thoroughly the expression on his face that told her clearly that he was experiencing much the same tingling nervousness that she was, maybe for the first time. She was fighting with all her strength to overcome the powerful temptation teach out and touch his handsome eight year old face, but he was not awakened enough yet to not be frightened by her adult passion. She studied the smooth innocent features that faced her own and reminded herself of his youth and his uncertainties about himself as well as life in general. Take it easy, she cautioned herself. Finally, smiling down at him, she asked, "Have you ever kissed a girl?"
"My ma kisses me good night," he offered helpfully.
"No, silly, not your mother," Beulah giggled in spite of herself at the sight of his sweet, miserable expression. "A girl! like the girls in school!"
"Naw," he said, sadly shaking his head. "They don't ... I mean I don't feel like it."
He hung his head. She was going to advise him to have a girl friend like Tony had Betty, he decided. Just when he ... well, he would rather just think of Miss Myerson!
The expression on his sweet, boyish face was so dejected and forlorn that Beulah knew she had made a conquest already. She reached out to smooth his suntanned cheeks with her fingertips. She was dying to give this innocent youngster his first kiss, his first simple tender kiss! The first one must be very brief, she knew, for the courting was not yet done. She leaned closer and her lips touched his, lingering only a little on the trembling warmth of his young mouth.
"There," she murmured as she reluctantly lifted her mouth from his soft lips. "Now you have been kissed, Barry. Did ... did you like it?" Her voice sounded a little weak and shaky even to herself, and she suddenly found herself averting her eyes from the excited smile that had replaced the sadness on Barry's handsome face. She was coming on terribly strong, she felt. It was impossible that the inexperienced youngster was feeling the same way she was at that moment. The kiss had started a fire raging in her belly, no, in her entire body that she had never expected. Maybe that was because it had been so long since her last affair. But she didn't want to frighten him off with her raw animal lust. It could only appear degrading and perverted to him at this point, but the presence of the boy was exciting her more every minute and she didn't know how long she could take it.
"It was great," the child answered her question in a breathless whisper, his young face starry-eyed. "But it went so fast! Can we do it just one more time, please?"
Beulah hesitated, torn between her body's avid hunger to feel the sweet softness of the boy's eager lips once again and the awful knowledge that she was flirting with loss of control of herself and thus, perhaps, loss of him! Suddenly the decision was taken out of her hands as, with a soft moan of newly awakened desire, the curly-haired boy gathered her unexpectedly around the waist with his arms, locking his lips against her mouth.
The beautiful auburn-haired teacher trembled and struggled weakly as delicious erotic sensations rippled through every nerve in her body, but his sinewy young arms held her tightly until her plush tits were crushed against the hardness of his chest. Tingling sparks of forbidden desire were arching between their two intertwined bodies as Beulah's mind uncontrollably filled with visions of aggressiveness that bordered on the absolute shameless in her passion to seduce the virginal Barry. Lost for a moment in the mounting lust of her body, she could not help but allow her soft warm lips to part before the violent hunger of the youth's ardent kiss, and her soft pointed pink tongue darted out to caress Barry's lips. Then, abruptly, she felt his boyish prick hardening and pulsing against her thigh as he held her breathlessly tight against his small body, and the lovely teacher realized that they were fast moving toward the point of no return. Nevertheless, she had to be absolutely certain that the aggressiveness was strong enough on his part and she wrenched her sensually quivering body from his enfolding arms. Should he leave with the feeling that she had raped him, instead of the other way around, he might never return. She had had that happen before!
"Barry, wait. We ... we must not be hasty," she gasped, tearing her lips away from his. With another desperate thrust of her hands against his chest, she broke free of the embrace and stood up for a minute before sitting down again. Then again she stood up as though she were having trouble thinking, which indeed she was. "I ... I'll get us some more punch," she said quickly.
The heavily breathing Barry did not seem to hear her weakly whispered idea, but stared at her with dark eyes smoldering in a passionate plea. The tightness in his throat felt as though he were being choked and he devoured her with his eyes, every soft contour of her ripe female form burning its impression into his brain. All he could think about was that she was going to go away from him after she'd kissed him like that! He couldn't let her!
With lightning quickness, he leapt from the couch and, reaching out with both hands, caught the twin globes of her ass, pulling her close to plant several awkward kisses on the side of her creamy white neck.
"God, Miss Myerson, I'm sorry. I just can't help myself," he murmured hotly into her ear. "You're so beautiful." He ground his painfully throbbing cock against her trembling belly, and he groaned in frustration. His heart hammered in his chest and he felt a wild implacable yearning that approached near-insanity. He automatically repeated, "Oh, God, you're so beautiful!"
Since her body had matured into desirable womanhood, Beulah Myerson had heard virtually the same statement from dozens and dozens of young boys who had been enchanted by their teacher, but always she could swear she had never heard it before! She could feel the heated blood of a blind passion raging deep within her body. Oh God, how she wanted to take this virginal boy, wanted his virile young prick to go deep up inside her devouring body, to quiet the lustful thunder that was building within her loins from the tormenting touch of his innocent fingers on her needing body. His young hands were now shamelessly massaging her firmly rounded ass under her light dress, squeezing and releasing them with a hypnotic rhythm that jarred her from head to foot. Her wet cuntal slit throbbed insanely in passionate answer to the stiffness of his slender young cock pressing against the softness of her belly through their clothing, and she had to fight down the old irresistible impulse to plunge her hand down between them to rub the fleshy lips of her moistly tingling pussy. Her nipples were growing pebble-hard and pressing against the suddenly abrasive material of her brassiere as her full curving tits heaved high and swelled with the sweet torment of her mounting excitement.
More and more, this insane desire that had been building in her body since she had let Barry into her home was taking control of her mind and emotions. She wanted him desperately and she no longer cared to consider the possible consequences of her lust. Besides, he was surely hot enough now. ... Oh how good it was to feel once again the kind of honest, forthright sexual arousal that she loved having with a male, a male still young enough to consider it all a wondrous joy. How marvelous it was to have this sweet inexperienced youth hold her so lovingly in his arms in her own living room.
She wanted to eat him up! She couldn't wait to have him fill her aching empty cunt with his vibrant young cock so that they could both enjoy each other's bodies the way men and women were meant to do.
"Barry, listen to me, please," she gasped. "Let's sit down for a moment so I can tell you : . . show you. ...." She took his hand to lead him back down onto the couch, and as she looked at its long cushioned surface, she nearly fainted from the heat that enveloped her skin with expectation. Aaahhh, to what heights of heaven she was leading this trusting and vulnerable boy! She would not disappoint him! As she felt his awe-struck gaze moving hungrily up and down her hot body from her high, cushiony, pointed tits to the invitingly full curves of her hips and thighs, she knew that it was already too late for her to regain control of her senses or the situation, and she could only hope he was indeed ready for she heard a husky, sultry voice that she barely recognized as her own begin to speak.
"Come sit down beside me, darling. We can't stop the lesson like this when I still have so much to show you.
Even in his pre-adolescent innocence, the brunette child understood the suggestive undertone in her husky words and, with a breathless gasp of delight, he sank down into the cushions beside her and fell into her waiting widespread arms. Barry was almost beyond the realm of understanding what was happening to him, but he willingly kissed her, first on the lips and then on her neck and throat with fumbling youthful fervor that made her beautiful body tremble in passionate acceptance. His virginal young cock jerked crazily in his trousers like a ferociously wild animal each time she wriggled against him and he could barely believe that any of this was taking place. He had never believed that he could want something so very much and he wasn't even sure what he wanted except that it had to do with her and that he wanted her more than he wanted a bicycle even! Oh God, not only was he kissing the most gorgeous woman in the whole world, but she was kissing him with her tongue, playing and teasing at his lips! With a tremor of excitement that shook his lithe young frame, he suddenly realized that her hand was stealing down toward his stiffly standing prick!
Beulah had no more illusions about waiting or playing it cool. She was unashamedly going after what she wanted now, what her loins were craving with a hunger that came from deep within the very marrow of her bones, from an ancestry that went back perhaps to the very ocean itself. She let her hand drift down over his clothing to his lap, teasing herself while she kissed him. He quivered and her ardent hand sensed the hardened young developing sinews beneath his shabby clothes. Good God, it was preposterous that he could excite her so much, so fast. Yet she could not halt herself now, and more than she could keep herself from feeding an empty stomach. She .lifted her head from his lips and her smoky blue gaze fell to his faded pants and paused a moment on the dark spot of moisture that was slowly forming around the tip of his fleshy bulge there. Then she ran her sight over the rest of his slim boyish form, coming to rest at last on his face in which confusion and youthful lust both showed clearly in his expression. With a little smile playing over her moistly parted lips, she slid her fingertips over the front of his trousers.
"Ohhhhhhh! Aaaaahhhhhh!" Barry gasped, his big brown eyes going round with pleasured shock as her hand grazed the length of his lustfully hardened member smothered inside his tattered pants.
The voluptuous teacher was too involved in the warm vibrant feel of his body to speak, and she moaned low in her throat as she gave him a long sensual kiss. Her brain was whirling in ever-widening spirals of sensual need, and she wildly thrust her pointed tongue between his lips to hungrily explore the sweet cavern of his mouth, while her hand smoothed over the front of his bulging trousers. Tentatively she explored the stiffly swollen outlines of his eagerly jerking prick, tracing its length and breadth and feeling his excitement beating like a second heart in her hand, the heart of a ferociously wild but cornered little animal. Then, taking a deep breath, she began fumbling with the zipper.
When her long fingers finally wrapped themselves warmly around his bloated cock, Barry whimpered softly. Nervous energy was building up inside his body until he felt like he was a rocket that at any moment would be let loose of its launch pad to start flying around and around the room. A whole new world was suddenly opening up to him, more exciting than outer space, and he was scared as much as excited by this beautiful panting woman who was clutching at his insanely pulsating prick through his pants. He felt as if at any moment he were going to die and this was what it felt like just before you did! Or maybe he was going to explode! Barry whimpered again feebly and stared up into her luminous blue eyes and his fright showed!
"Don't be afraid, Barry," his teacher reassured him breathlessly. "I'll show you everything you want to know ... everything you need to know," Miss Myerson sounded as though she were crooning a lullaby. The hard hot feel of his young blood-engorged shaft of jerking flesh enclosed in her fingers spurred her on in a blind, almost mindless lust and he felt the blindness of it, which was the frightening part. But she was reassuring him again. Her moist parted lips caressed his ear as she cooed sweetly, "This is going to feel so good, Barry! This is going to be better than any book you could read or picture you could see or ... or...."
" ... or even a bicycle," he murmured softly.
But Beulah Myerson, her blue eyes smoky and shadowed with lust, contemplated the dark-haired boy whose body was perched tensely on the couch beside her, her full pouting lips curved into a sultry smile as her fingers began a slow tantalizing up and down stroking movement on his virilely throbbing pole of hot flesh. She couldn't hear a word he said for her brain was grinding in a frenzy of excitement and her hand tightened around his hot young cock with a starved eagerness that made his shudder convulsively.
"Oh, Miss Myerson! Oooohhhhhh," he gasped in confusion and mounting tension as wild shocks of excitement charged through his virginal prick and up into his flat young belly. Terrifying images of his hotly aroused cock exploding right then and there, covering her soft, beautiful hand with his cum, made him quiver with uncertainty and embarrassment. His eyes sought hers in pleading desperation and he managed to whisper hoarsely, "D ... don't do that ... please! I'll get you all ... all messed up!"
Her only answer was a deep throaty chuckle as she stroked her soft hand up and down his long slender spear of flesh, sliding the loose outer skin over its rigidness, then slipping her fingertips downward to caress the velvety flesh of his virile young balls. She leaned forward to kiss him once more, locking her mouth moistly over his and splaying his lips apart with her tongue. Beulah was beyond all thought or reason, aware of nothing but the glorious sensation created by the nearness of the youngster's sweet innocent body. It didn't matter that he was a mere boy, less than half her own age when she had finished high school and that was less than half her age now! She had reasoned all that out in calmer moments, had found the rationalizations for her need at other times. Right now nothing mattered but the fact that she felt like an animal, a rutting female animal, all her thousands of tiny nerve endings crying out for the sensual satisfaction she had been too long denied.
"Oh, Barry, you're so wonderful," she breathed ardently into his mouth. "Sex is beautiful, darling. Do you know that? Let's take our clothes off and I'll show you."
Obviously unable to believe that he was hearing right, Barry stared incredulously at the ravishing auburn-haired teacher who had just started this year at the Blackberry Hill School. For a moment he wondered if it were still summer and he was merely dreaming of the teacher he would like to have come there this winter ... come and stay! It was certainly very like the kind of beautiful dream he sometimes had after television and before he woke up in the darkness of the night to find his cock painfully stiff and throbbing. She was just too beautiful and so much older than he was! Why would she care about him and would she wait until he grew up? It was so incredibly like a fairy tale coming true that he could do nothing but stare at her in dumb uncertainty.
"Lover, you are never going to learn if you don't start being a little more aggressive," Beulah teased lightly as she continued to caress his quivering cock. "Unless you don't want to be!" Slipping her hand out of his trousers, she got to her feet in front of the couch. "Here, Barry, darling," she purred suggestively. "Wouldn't you like to take some of these clothes off me?"
Barry was no longer able to control himself in the presence of this enticing older teacher, and he groaned aloud and jumped to his feet beside her. His young hands shook as he reached behind her back to undo the buttons of her dress, but the excitement flooding through his mind left him helplessly tugging at the tiny fasteners. Beulah reached around and fumbled with him and between them they managed to open the garment and let it drop. Without pausing for a moment, his fingers dug deeper into her clothing to get at the clasps of her brassiere, his breath rasping excitedly past her ear as he struggled with the stubborn hook. Beulah helped him with that as well, then abandoned her body to his eager fingers as they tore off the pieces of clothing, exposing her firmly quivering tits to his fevered gaze. She stood motionless before him, her face glowing with a strange strange kind of pride as she saw the curly-haired boy's eyes light wonderingly on her full-swelling white, cherry topped tits. A soft moan of lewd delight issued from his open lips, and then his head dipped downward as she started to kneel, his mouth fastening hungrily on one rosy upturned nipple.
Barry's warm searching lips began to greedily explore her soft, palpitating tits, nipping and kissing until a blissful twitch descended feather-like to her loins below. Beulah's panty-clad ass began a slow impatient grinding under the child's roaming hands. Between them, his eagerly throbbing young cock thrust right out of his old blue pants like a stripped sailor peering out over the sea, and the virile heat of it was searing against the curve of her hips. Beulah reluctantly pulled away from his excitedly exploring hands and lips and began to take off the rest of her clothes. Barry's brown eyes were fixed avidly on her lushly ripened body, not daring to believe that it was really happening to him. He watched the salacious smile that curved her moist lips as her big wonderful white tits swayed in a sea of left-over tan from the summer gone by. And as she got up and bent over to pull off her panties, they swung provocatively downward like the paper lanterns at a Grange dance. She pulled the flimsy panties down over her hips, exposing first her tiny indented navel, then the small bowl of her belly and finally, her entire nakedly exposed female sex, the mound between her legs that was enshrouded in sparse auburn hairs, the same color as the hair on her head. The only word that Barry knew for such a place was "pussy," but he was afraid to ask her if that was right. His eyes bulged as he saw the moist pink slit up between her full white thighs. God! He gave himself a little pinch on the ass to be sure he was awake!
With barely managed casualness, Beulah turned away from him then and very slowly bent over to pick up the garments at her feet. As she moved, her smoothly rounded ass-cheeks spread slightly, and he gulped dryly at the first sight of her tightly puckered, brownish-gray ass-hole. Barry suddenly realized that he was at a turning point in his life. He would never be the same again, that was sure!
like a bitch in heat, Beulah moved seductively toward the excited young boy sitting now on the edge of the couch, his lust-swollen cock protruding pinkly from his opened fly in lascivious invitation. Hesitantly he took her extended hand as she drew him to his feet again. Then deliberately she placed his palms on her rising and falling tits, and she herself reached down to clasp his blood-engorged rod of flesh once more.
"Don't they feel good, Barry?" she breathed huskily into his ear? "Play with my titties, sweetheart. Squeeze them and touch my nipples. That's one of the things that girls like best."
Barry managed to follow her directions shakily and was rewarded by the tiny cry of delight that rose from her throat as his hands seized both of her soft warm tits and squeezed them together until therosy-hued nipples met and his mouth hungrily enveloped both of them at the same time. Feeling more confident every minute, he rolled the hardening pointed tips around and around his licking young wet tongue as her moist warm breath panted excitedly down on the back of his neck.
As his young hands slipped down from her solidly bulging tits to fondle her hips and trace the rounded contours of her trembling ass, sparks of crazy lust shot through Beulah Myerson's naked loins into her lower belly. He kissed and licked all over her heaving tits then moved downward, his wet tongue swabbing hungrily at the tiny indentation of her navel above the silken reddish triangle of her pubic mound. His breath rasped in excitement as his fingers tentatively touched the dark hairs up between her legs and then with growing sureness, he slid his fingers into the valley between her thighs, lightly stroking at the swollen wet lips of her pussy. Beulah quivered weakly against his slender body, the contact sending delicious shafts of pleasure piercing through her flesh like tiny pricking needles of fire.
"Can we do it now, Miss Myerson? Can I fuck you now?" the boy demanded hoarsely as he sensed her sudden submission to his hands and lips.
"Aaaahhhhhh, God, yeeeeessssssss!" she cried mindlessly as her arms released their greedy hold around his neck to impatiently unbutton his shirt. She was a slave now to the surges of hot longing that made her ache to have his rigid young cock deep up inside her damply clasping cunt hole, and there was no thought in her mind but anticipation of the moment when he would thrust his virile boyish cock far inside her devouring belly, far, far, far within the aching jaws of her love-starved cunt. She all but tore his shirt away and rained a storm of kisses on his young hairless chest, taunting the little hard nipples with her moist tongue-tip, finally trailing it drippingly downward over his convulsing belly and navel, gradually lowering herself to her knees once more. She unhitched his belt, then tugged his pants down over his slim hips and sinewy little ass, her gleaming blue eyes feasting on the up-thrust stiffened hard cock that speared outward from his shiny hairless pubic area and the crinkled skin of the virile small young balls that dangled between his strong smooth legs.
God, she felt so marvelously evil, so like the vilest of witches to be seducing another vulnerable pre-adolescent this way, like an ancient priestess seducing the young boy offered as a sacrifice to the temple and its gods. He was such a handsome sacrifice though and so hungry for love and she was such a willing witch! Leaning forward, she lightly kissed the tip of his cock, extending her pink tongue so that it darted into the tiny slit of the bluish red glans while she lovingly caressed and cupped his cum-filled balls in a warm tender pressure.
"Ooooooohhhhhh!" Barry groaned as a bolt of indescribable pleasure arched outward at the touch of her soft warm lips on the throbbing head of his tormented cock. He staggered on trembling legs and nearly lost his balance in the trap of the pants imprisoning his ankles. Beulah caught him by the hips, steadying him, then eased him backwards to the couch and down onto it. She removed his shoes, pants and shorts, and then she spread his legs apart. Gripping his hotly pulsing cock between her thumb and forefinger at its base to-pull back its foreskin, she gazed hungrily down at the gleaming, blood-filled tip, its tiny hole staring back at her like a single eye. Then, with a soft moan of surrender to her forbidden hunger, rarely forbidden by herself exactly, she dropped the rubbery, lust-swollen head of his prick.
Even through his summer tan, his handsome face flushed a deep pink and Barry Brown choked out a gasping cry of pleasure as he raised his head to watch the voluptuous naked woman whose wetly heated lips were enclosing his burgeoning cock. He could feel her tongue wildly swirling around his tingling cock-head, sending unbelievable charges of lewd excitement rippling through his groin. He couldn't understand how or why this was happening to him, but he never wanted it to stop! If it was a dream, he didn't want to wake up! But he knew it wasn't a dream. It was really happening.
The beautiful teacher who had come to the Blackberry Hill School was no less than his own personal angel dropped out of heaven and actually naked and down on her knees between his legs, her big, cushiony tits bouncing softly against his knees as she sucked hungrily on the end of his swollen, aching cock!
"Guess I'd better stop before you cum," the teacher said almost to herself a lewd smile playing over her lips after she drew her moist lips slowly up off the gleaming satiny glans of his flushed prick. Pleased with his low groan of disappointment, she gazed up at him, her eyes sparkling with desire.
"Let's go into the bedroom, Barry, darling," she said throatily. "I want to teach you all the rest!"
Taking his small hand in her larger one, she hurriedly led him toward the back of her house to the tiny bedroom with the big comfortable bed that she had not yet had time to get a spread for since moving here. With Beulah Myerson, the children and her work always came first.. . in that order.
"Come on, Miss Myerson," Barry suddenly took over, urging her impatiently, pulling her forward until her legs brushed the rough blanket. Smilingly she drew the covers back and over the end of the bed, then lowered herself down on the mattress. The boy was a good learner, she thought, as he bent over to adjust her head for her on the pillow and then slowly lifted her long, shapely legs onto the bed as though she would be unable to do it for herself.
Beulah stared at him in surprise for a moment. He had taken the incentive more forcefully and sooner than most his age, and she could not help smiling in her pleasure. Bewildered by her amusement, he was now standing beside the bed, his hands clenching and unclenching nervously at his sides, his rampant young cock lurching against his lean belly. Finally he asked, in a voice straining with misery and frustration, "Do.. . do you still want me to do it? You're laughing. Maybe you don't feel like it anymore. ...."
"I was laughing at myself," she assured him. "Here I think I am going to teach you and you are teaching me very nice things." But really her body was straining against all thought and she reached up to smooth her hand over his naked standing body, whispering huskily, "Please don't tease me, Barry. Come into the bed, my lover. Hurry! Now!"
She moved over on the large bed to give him plenty of room while he obeyed her, his brown eyes bright with relief. Then, as he lay beside her, she began to explore his strong very young body with her hands, feeling the sleekly developing muscles tense as she caressed the hollows and hillocks of his still so young form. Her lips, which had moments ago nursed his stony cock, clasped over his soft mouth and her moistly quivering tongue darted lizard-like between his teeth as she lifted her satiny white thigh over his hip, pressing her hair-covered cuntal mound tightly against his side with a provocatively undulating motion. Greedily she rolled him toward her until his slender length of hot youthful flesh was prodding against her wetly quivering cuntal furrow like a fishing pole poking between the reeds of a stream. She squirmed more tightly against him until his throbbing cock-head was nuzzled against the passion-drenched lips of her pussy. Mindlessly she continued to kiss him, her wet tongue exploring his sweet-tasting mouth while her hand ceaselessly caressed his young back and nakedly exposed ass, drawing him even closer.
"When are we going to fuck, my dearest," she murmured, tasting the delicious evilness of the forbidden word as she spoke it aloud for the first time with him as far as she could remember. Her hips began to rotate back and forth in a suggestive gyrating motion, feeling the entrancing pressure of his swollen stalk of hard rigid flesh against her fevered cunt lips. Her mind whirling in lust, she savored asking him again.
"When are we going to fuck, Barry. Let's fuck and then maybe I'll suck your cock again. Would you want me to?"
Barry Brown had never felt so nervous and excited in his life! He couldn't believe the things she was saying and especially the hungry way she was saying them, as if the dirtier it sounded, the hotter it made her. It was driving him crazy, too, he realized as he nodded his head in answer to her obscene question.
"Now," he said hoarsely. His prick was so hard it ached, and she had it jammed tight against the soft hair-covered lips of her voracious cunt while her fingers were beginning to play teasingly over his sensitive little ass-hole. He couldn't find his voice for more than that one word, but he could nod his head and that he did strongly.
"What a marvelous lover you are," she responded urgently in a whisper, her own lewdness driving her on to greater lust. Refusing to think of anything but the nearness of his virile young flesh, she began to inch higher on the bed until her swollen tight-nippled tits were even with his face. She cupped his smooth young chin in her hand to draw his mouth closer toward the distended rosy tip and pressed the full creamy white mound toward him with her other hand.
"Suck it, darling," she whispered hotly. "Take my titty in your mouth and suck it for me!"
As she watched his uncertain young lips part when her erectly throbbing nipple brushed them, maddening sensations raced down through her belly and up between her legs. With licentious delight she hunched her shoulders forward, forcing the tip of her tingling tit into his warm, moist mouth.
"Ooooohhhhhhhhh! That's beautiful, darling," she gasped and shuddered in forbidden delight as his eight year old lips closed over the tingling pink tip. She whimpered and moaned passionately as his wet, suddenly eager tongue swiped around it. At the same time the older woman slowly moved her palm down across his chest and flat belly to fondle his hotly throbbing cock and tight young balls.
"Yeeessssss! That's beautiful! Squeeze it with your hand! Harder, lover! Oooohhhhhh! Now the other one! Yesssssss. Oh, suck my titties, Barry! Suck my nipples! Ooohhhhhh God!"
Barry was by this time so aroused he was afraid he was going to cum at any moment. Her rubbery, sweet-tasting nipple pulsated in his mouth as he sucked and nipped at it with growing skill, clenching his fingers rhythmically around the yielding resilient softness of her big breast. Her hand pumping up and down his rigidly standing cock was driving him crazy. It was so good he knew he was going to cum right there in her hand if she didn't stop soon.
At that very moment, no longer able to bear the exquisite teasing of his virginal young lips sucking so enticingly at her throbbing tits, she tore it out of his mouth and wriggled down next to him on the mattress, dragging her long hair like a deep brown river behind her. Her tightly closed fist stroked up and down the smooth taut flesh of his prick for another moment, feeling its urgent pulsing against her palm and the warm sticky droplets of liquid excitement that oozed from the passion-engorged tip. Then, with a deep moan, she reached out her arms to entwine them tightly around his neck, pulling his smooth sun-browned chest into the soft inviting whiteness of her luscious tits. At last, Beulah felt him uncertainly prying her thighs apart, then joyfully lifted her pelvis to meet the welcome weight of his hips as he clambered between her legs, awkwardly placing his slender body in a push-up position over her now spread-eagled form.
"Oooooohhhhhh, we're going to fuck," she purred in a velvety voice of lust. "At last you're going to put your nice hard cock deep into my pussy hole!"
In all of his eight years, Barry Brown had never heard anyone talk as dirty as she was talking. Yet there was something about the sugary voice she used to say the forbidden four letter words that sent crazy jolts of stimulation raging through his groin every time she gasped them out, while her big starved-looking blue eyes blazed and her pretty mouth worked sensually. He was absolutely voiceless as he lay above her, his eyes full of the unbelievable spectacle she made with her long legs spread naked wide apart, her beautiful knees and calves on either side of his hips, and the moistly glistening pink slit up between her thighs waiting below the pulsing tip of his throbbing cock.
Barry's boyish features swam before Beulah's lust-glazed eyes as if in a dream, and she felt the virile hardness of his quivering young eager cock slipping down over the full length of her desire-dampened cuntal crack. The pulsing head of his stony hardness rested between her ass-cheeks and thrust itself back and forth, surging along the wet hair-lined slit up between her legs as the boy's hips twisted madly in an effort to jam his impatiently throbbing cock up inside her wet, devouring but still mysterious hole.
"Oh, let me help you, my lover," Beulah gasped finally, no longer able to wait. Reaching down between their nakedly entwined bodies, she grasped the full length of his slender, rock-hard young prick. Then, with a choking moan, she guided his moistened cock-head toward the little hair-lined opening of her pussy. She secured it there with one hand and placed the other on the boy's excitedly clenched ass, drawing down with all her strength to pull his virile young cock into her clenched opening, to let it quench once and for all the gnawing heat that burned out of control in her belly. Her eyes closed in ecstasy as she felt the first reverberations of pleasure as his shaft made contact with the sensitive lips of her wetly hungering, begging pussy, then she held her breath and lay for what seemed like eternity, in utter wantonness beneath the eight year old boy, waiting for him to impale her tight pussy on his rigid rod of hot pulsating male flesh.
"Fuck me, darling, now!" she begged, her voice trembling as she felt him slowly pressuring down against the tight elastic opening of her eagerly palpitating, too long neglected cunt.
Barry stared down at her from his elbowed stance and watched his smooth rubbery sock-head slip wetly into the warm slippery depths of her pussy. He saw her wince at the sensation of pain mixed with pleasure as it seemed to slide in forever, filling her, deliciously stretching the tight, long-unused walls of her velvet cunt. He couldn't believe it! They were actually fucking now! Really and truly fucking!
The ecstatic young boy was so lost in the throes of his first sexual experience with a woman that he never once thought of how in the world he was going to sit comfortably in front of her in class the next day. Suddenly his innocent face twisted into a contorted expression of raw animal lust as he looked down at the naked teacher so shamelessly opened to him, the tip of his fiery young cock slipping easily into the moistly rippling walls of her pussy. He gasped and fell forward, his sinewy weight pressing her full rounded tits tightly against her chest as he thrust his hips hungrily forward to slide his whole hot length of cock into her cunt like a slender driving piston, pushing the soft moist flesh of her cuntal walls in velvety soft waves before its blunt head.
Trembling from head to toe with the erotic rapture of his boyishly probing hard cock fucking into the tunnel of her throbbing cunt, Beulah lifted her ass higher. She groaned in ecstasy as he felt his virile young balls bounce lightly against the upturned cheeks of her tightly clenched ass and the desire-swollen head of his cock finally nudge gently against her cervix. She had no idea what she was doing here or what had driven her beyond all reason to seduce such virginal youths. The secret was buried deep in her past. Sometimes she thought she was crazy, sometimes, perverted, but usually she managed to convince herself that it was the greatest miracle that could ever happen for the boys as well as herself and no grown man could make her so wantonly excited as she was, for example, with this eight year old boy. Just the feeling of his tender young cock tickling and prodding and fucking her ripe female depths was driving her beyond all rational thoughts. She began to undulate her rounded white ass in frantic little circles up against him, feeling the rigid shaft of his eight year old prick delicately massaging and taunting her seething cuntal walls.
Pressing her nakedly throbbing tits against his hairless chest, she leaned forward excitedly, finding his mouth to kiss and nibble at in an insatiable hunger as she felt him begin to pump his slender hips back and forth trying to fuck deeper and deeper into her. She wanted him to cum, to shoot his fresh boiling sperm far up inside her belly to fill it and her with his virginal cum!
The wildly stimulated child could not restrain the little whine of excitement that squeaked out of him. His hips bucked madly up and down and he panted heavily as he watched his stone-hard shaft, moist with her secreting juices, fucking in and out of her coral-hued cuntal slit. The sight of her full, white tits joggling their rosy nipples like two rounded eyes staring back at him was almost more than he could stand. His brown eyes bulged wider as he gaped down at the ragged pink flanges of her pussy, clinging to the trunk of his cock with each slow out-stroke he made, then disappearing back up inside her pussy again as he thrust into her tightly heated cunt with the smooth in and out rhythm he had begun. Below him, the gorgeous teacher's blue eyes opened and closed in dazed passion, and the inexperienced child dimly wondered if 'he were hurting the tiny tiny hole he had first felt as he fucked his cock up between her beautiful legs. He fervently hoped not because it felt just too good to stop fucking her.
"Fuck me like that," she murmured then. "Oh, lover, yes! Fuck me forever and ever!" Beulah groaned wantonly as she writhed her pelvis eagerly upward to meet each new stroke of his boyish prick. Her loins and belly were a boiling inferno of ecstatic sensation, and she felt as though she were falling into a new and exciting world once again, a world she would cherish and hold onto for as long as the big world outside would allow. The delicious frenzied movements of his innocent, childish genitals were provoking her to an orgasm that would tear her apart. God, he was so charmingly gentle and light on her body, so angelically beautiful and so helplessly entranced by her! All memory of her former lovers had evaporated for Beulah Myerson was ever faithful to the resent, not the past. Her eyelids fluttered deliriously as she twisted beneath the youngster, lost in the intensity of her wild, ever-mounting excitement, holding his rigid boy-cock tightly clenched in the hot flesh of her lust-swollen cunt.
His head in the clouds, Barry could think of nothing but what the gorgeous auburn-haired teacher was doing to him and that he had to shoot his cum into her soon or he'd blow apart. He tensed his muscles and moved suddenly into a series of long, faster plunging strokes that brought his fucking rod of flesh almost all the way out of her clutching cunt on the backstroke, then slipping back into her until he could feel the bloated head of his cock brushing against the spongy resistance deep up inside. He felt her begin to thrash more frantically beneath him and her wanton writhing made him forget everything but the whirlwind of animal lust that controlled his young body. The wet, flat smack of hips thudding against her upturned pelvis resounded loudly through the still sunny little bedroom as he dazedly dropped his head to take one of her erectly sensitive nipples into his mouth and suck hungrily on it. God, he'd scream out loud if it didn't happen soon!
All of a sudden, Beulah gasped with alarm as she felt the boyish cock begin to flex and pulse deep in her loins. The hard rubbery head flared out until it felt as though it was going to tear into her belly. It took only a second before the lust-crazed older woman realized that the youngster was about to cum, to shoot his warm youthful semen into her wildly quivering pussy. The thought made her shiver with delight. Her hands darted down to grasp his driving ass-cheeks, pulling him down as she plunged her open loins up onto his expanding cock. At the same moment, the gorgeous teacher felt her own long-awaited climax begin to surge through her nakedly exposed body with the force of an overdue earthquake. Wrapping her arms and legs more tightly around his pumping young body, she waved her frantic ass from side to side in the air, spiraling her wet excited cunt up and down on his hotly pistoning cock. The straining bedsprings squeaked loudly in time to the two tightly interwoven bodies struggling madly against each other on the mattress, and the guttural sounds of their deep panting grunts and groans filled the tiny room, mingling with the lewd sucking noises coming from Beulah Myerson's moist clasping cunt. . . .
Suddenly the rosy hue of her face brightened and deepened as her whole body began to quiver uncontrollably beneath him, and her hand thrashed wildly from side to side on the bed, her full lower lips thrust out in abandon.
"Oh, my God! Lover! Oh, lover! I.. . I'm m m m cuuuuuummmmmmiiiiiinnngggggg! I'm cummmmmmmmmiiinnnnnnggggggggg!"
Beulah's sobbing moan rose to a breathless sigh of ecstasy as her body stiffened and began vibrating, her liquid secretions oozing from her wildly rippling cunt, drowning the boy's impaling young prick in its sweet sticky warmth.
The dark-haired boy paused for a moment, shocked by the older woman's unexpectedly violent convulsions and wonderingly watching her impassioned contortions. But then as her hands on his ass pulled him deep inside of her until his tingling cock bored far up into the wetly clasping jaws of her womb, Barry felt his own hot impatient cum start to boil in his heated testicles. She gasped out the last of her climax just as the child felt himself lose all control of his own passion. As he older body jerked spasmodically against him, he shoved his wet tongue deep into her mouth and wedged his hands under the wide-spread cheeks of her frantically rotating ass-cheeks to pull them hard up against his writhing pelvis, jamming his fucking exploding cock all the way to the hilt in the heated depths of her convulsing whirlpool of a cunt. Then, with a rush that took the boy's breath away, he felt his boiling sperm erupt deep up into the lovely woman's soft warm pussy, mixing deliriously with the juices of her feminine orgasm.
It seemed to Beulah that she was whirling in an endless orgasm as the boy's sweet boiling sperm pumped deep up inside her devouring cunt hole, filling her to overflowing with its hot sticky wetness. The massaging walls of her cunt clasped and unclasped around it, insatiably milking at the jerking organ like a sucking, starving mouth. Their combined cums surged wetly around his still-spouting cock to spill down into the excitedly tensing crack of her ass before dribbling wetly down over his testicles and the thick fleshy base of his small prick as he fucked relentlessly into her still. Glittering flashes of light exploded in the beautiful woman's brain as she panted out her second mind-reeling orgasm, even more shattering than the first a few moments ago.
"Aaaahhhhhh, sweet lover, fuck me! Don't stop! Don't ever stop! she sang out in ecstasy. The ravenous walls of her cunt squeezed rhythmically at the lurching young cock until it finally gave one last spasmodic throb and then lay still inside her warmly tingling loins.
The exhausted little boy fell weakly across his teacher's spent body, breathing thickly as he felt her velvety cuntal hole still rippling greedily around his rapidly deflating young cock. At last, she, too, quivered more feebly and finally lay quiet, her long perfect legs collapsing loosely on either side of his trembling young body. The gorgeous teacher's flawless limbs felt limp, emptied of all energy and desire, and she could feel her dully throbbing pussy filled to the bursting point and ready to overflow with the mixture of their liquid secretions, so hot she felt like a vat of acid. A moment later, she dazedly pushed Barry's slim young body off her, breathing in great sobbing gulps of air to fill her lungs. She gasped at the sensation of his soft cock suddenly sliding reluctantly from her sperm-flooded cunt, then sighed with relief as a cooling rush of air laved her spent, sweat-soaked body.
"Alas!" she finally said in a stage whisper and reached out to stroke the back of the limp boy and then give a smart little slap .to his ass. "You have a jacket to take home to your frozen brother." She sighed, thinking that no way would Thomas Brown ever freeze. The reason she hadn't seen him on the road was-likely that he had found some poor little girl. . . .
CHAPTER THREE
Just as she had expected, Beulah discovered from the janitor on Saturday that she would have to go to the town meeting and fight for the glass for the broken windows. If she could get the glass for him, he assured her, then he would fix the windows the following Saturday instead of cleaning. He made it sound like a bargain he did not expect to have to keep, but then, Beulah thought, the janitor had never seen her in action! So it sounded like a good deal to the energetic teacher, who had had to put in more than one pane of glass herself in her career! She told him that if he would take the measurements today, she would be happy to calculate how much glass they needed and present the case to the town.
"I guess I'll have to take the boards down from the windows if I'm to measure," the janitor drawled reluctantly.
"With the weather so beautiful, it's a good time to do that," Beulah said encouragingly. "Perhaps we can get it all taken care of quickly enough that you won't have to put them back up again."
The janitor turned away and smiled but Beulah's sharp eyes caught a glimpse of the dubiety that flitted through his eyes. "Good luck," he muttered and went about doing as she suggested, taking the boards down and measuring the windows.
After he had gone, the pretty teacher sat at her desk figuring out how much glass they would need to fix the windows. When she got home, she would call the nearest hardware store and a few other places to begin scrounging for the best price she could get on the glass and then she would have all the facts ready to present to the town. It was important to anticipate all the excuses that town meetings characteristically found to put off spending money. If she did not shop for costs ahead of time, for example, her experience had taught her that the town would appoint a committee to do it and such committees took years to do what an interested person could do in fifteen minutes!
There were always differences among towns, Beulah realized generously, but in a town like this one where the road signs were unreadable and the roads themselves were so deeply rutted that you could probably row around on them in boats when it rained, she doubted that the town meeting served more than a social purpose most of the time. At previous meetings she had attended elsewhere, discussions usually evolved into arguments between two bitter enemies who would stray so far from the issue that the people would be rallied to one side or the other of a personal feud, forgetting the business at hand, which would be buried forever.
Beulah's sales presentation would take expertise and she knew it. These people were not going to buy glass to beautify the school or even to make the children comfortable or happy. The only rationale she would get away with was spending money in order to save money. Well, sunlight provided two things, heat and light, and that would be the basis of her argument, which would have to go something like this, she thought. She imagined herself speaking.
"I've discovered something that is costing the town unnecessary dollars." She recalled with amusement a mistake she had made when she was very young. As a city girl, she had not known much about small town ways and had been presumptuous enough to say "our town" and wondered why the natives stared at her through sheets of ice. She had soon learned that an outsider is not a participant but a beggar. "We are wasting money in the school on heat and light that could be supplied to us by the sun." Now she would pat the town on its collective back, give the people credit, praise them. "I notice that the townspeople had the incredibly good sense to build the school on the sunny side of the mountain, realizing that the sun could be utilized to its fullest in that location to cut down drastically on the heat and light bills."
Oh dear, she thought, stuck. Now she had to find out who the town's scapegoat was. Perhaps it was the Superintendent and she could blame him for not reporting the broken windows. Someone the town disliked had to be blamed so that the people would feel that Beulah Myerson was the guardian angel and would flock around her and do as she wished, which was buy the window glass. She could say something logical like fifty dollars saving one hundred and fifty in gas and electricity, but they would not believe it even if she could prove it unless they liked her. They would respect her because she was a teacher, but they would bury her idea in a committee unless she could get them emotionally involved ... on her side. Maybe that hated the teacher who had left after last year. Maybe she could say, "Miss So and So should have told you that so many windows are boarded up in the schoolhouse that the lights have to be turned on all day and the heater comes on continually when the sun could heat the room free of charge if it could get in!" Then they would mumble under their breaths that Miss So and So had caused yet another problem but the good fairy, Beulah Myerson, would solve all their problems if they would just buy a little glass. . .
Beulah smiled as she thought about it and she was smiling when a young voice startled her. "Hi, Miss Myerson!"
Beulah looked up startled to find Barry Brown, all smiles, across the desk from her. She smiled back. He had done wonders in the classroom the past week, hiding their affair like a little professional. But she never worried about whether or not they could hide it. If they slipped up, it just looked as though they had a crush on the teacher. If she worried then someone might suspect, she had decided long ago.
"I thought maybe I could help today," the child offered.
"Well, thank you, Barry, but I don't think there's anything else to do just now. I was getting ready to go home."
There was an awkward silence, and Beulah could not resist waiting to see what he would say. She knew very well what he wanted! Finally, after shuffling from one foot to the other a couple of times, he asked, "Don't you need any help carrying anything home, Miss Myerson?"
"I get the distinct impression, Barry, that you would rather carry me home than any papers or boxes or anything else."
"Oh, no, Miss Myerson! I want to help, honest I do! It's not just ...." and he blushed.
"I know, honey," she said, reaching for his hand and holding it gently.
Then very quietly he added, looking down at his old shoes, "I've never met such a wonderful woman in my whole life."
"Believe me," she assured him softly, "you'll meet lots of others someday and you'll feel he same way about them." Then she answered the stubborn look in his eyes when he snapped up his head. "Well, that's all right! don't believe me, if you don't want to!" Under her breath she mumbled, "yet."
"Well, if you don't want any help ...." he started to say.
"Barry," she interrupted with a deep sigh. "Playing games with each other is the long, long way around. Playing games is something we have to do when anyone else if around. We both understand that. Also," she hastened to add, "playing is an important part of courtship, too. It can be a way of stimulating each other. However ...." She looked hard into the pools of his warm brown eyes. "We are somewhat beyond courtship!"
She spoke with such a funny solemn look that even though Barry's heart had leaped into his mouth at her words, he could not help but laugh a little. She was so wonderful and so clever! She was smart and funny! And she was certainly the most beautiful woman he had ever seen!
"You mean I can just ask you for a date?" he asked mischievously.
"I've been waiting," she told him, crossing her arms.
"Would you like to go to your house for a glass of punch, Miss Myerson?"
"Only if you'll let me have some lunch as well," she said, pulling her work together and placing it in a manila folder.
"I'm not a very good cook," he explained.
She reached over suddenly and kissed his lips tenderly and briefly. "Maybe not," she said archly. "But you're lots of fun!"
At her house, she took him right into the kitchen, handed him a loaf of bread and told him to look in the refrigerator, that she would eat whatever he served providing he made exactly the kind of sandwich he wanted to have for himself. Consequently she could eat only half of what he concocted. She knew little boys could eat a lot, but it still surprised her to see him eat an entire one of his monstrous inventions. He used a piece of every kind of cold cut, a slice of cheese, mayonnaise, mustard, and butter, pickle, tomato, onion, radish and lettuce. He was obviously in heaven, and that's why she had wanted him to do it. The half sandwich she couldn't eat, she wrapped in saran wrap to give him later.
After the sandwich, the punch tasted good, especially hers with its shot of gin. It tasted so good, in fact, that she asked for seconds and Barry laughingly made them alone this time. The first time she had showed him the proportions of lemon and juice and club soda to use. The second time, she only put the ice cubes in so as to slip the gin into her glass before he mixed in the punch. He was a clever boy and he learned fast. She had noticed that already about him. Hopefully she would be in the Blackberry Hill School for a long time. Barry wasn't the only one who needed someone to care whether they learned anything or not.
They had their second drink on the couch with his young curly head resting against her, his dark hair almost flooding the cushiony like seaweed over rolling waves as she breathed slowly and evenly, their two bodies warmly and becoming aware of the growing warmth in each other. She could feel his moist, hot breath penetrating her clothing to caress the nipple of her left plush mound and suddenly she shivered. Barry's young hand rested on her thigh, and she was abruptly aware of his fingers gently massaging the flaring curve of her hip. Immediately she felt her body begin to respond to his boyish touch, a warm tingling beginning to flood through her loins. Disjointed images of their love-making the other day flashed through her mind like frames of an old movie, giving him his first kiss, wantonly disrobing before his eager eyes, teaching him to kiss and suck her tits and finally taking his virile young cock up inside her mature, hungry cunt hole while she incited him with lewd words and promises. She remembered how she had sucked on the tip of his slender cock for a little while, loving its firmness and the sweet saltiness of the semen that had oozed out in his excitement. Oh, God, it had been so goooooodddddd!
"Oh my goodness!" she blurted as the youngster's head suddenly moved upward to plant gently nibbling kisses at the side of her neck. Her whole body had begun to throb lustfully just from the nearness of his slim young body, and the lewd thoughts flashed again through her eager mind. Then she noticed that his big brown eyes were trained on her like searchlights as he entreated her, "Please, Miss Myerson, could you kiss me that way you did the other day?"
"Me kiss you?" she asked, wondering how he felt about his lust now, whether shameless or guilty. She hoped he didn't feel guilty although sometimes they did even though it was obviously not their fault, that she was the one who led them to bed. She remembered how charmingly innocent and thoughtful Barry had been the other afternoon. He was a sensitive boy, too, so much more sensitive than Thomas, who had somehow become callous in his self-confidence. He was still waiting for the kiss, she saw, so she nodded wordlessly. She was glad, after all, that he was not as aggressive as his ,brother.
Gratefully Barry closed his eyes and abandoned himself to the sweet pleasure of his teacher's kiss. He leaned toward her as she moved closer on the couch and joyfully slipped his arms around her tiny waist as her own arms tightened around his back. Almost before he felt ready, the honeyed softness of her lips lighted on his waiting mouth and he felt, like the other day, her moist pointed tongue slipping playfully out from between her teeth. Willingly he opened his lips and sucked hungrily on her little spear of flesh as it darted lizard-like into his mouth. Her soft, slender arms seemed to pull him more tightly against the j pillowy warmth of her tits and Barry felt the blood begin to surge passionately through his veins once again. As she kissed him, the boy recalled how wild with female lust she had gone the other day and suddenly, he realized with masculine certainty that he could make her do it again, make her beg him to fuck her just like she had before!
Slowly he breathed, "Oh, Miss Myerson, that was wonderful!" He startled her as he broke away from the kiss and smiled wanly at the beautiful auburn-haired woman whose face was already flushed slightly. He was almost certain that she was breathing faster than usual and his sense of power was beginning to grow. He reached out and arranged her beautiful reddish hair around her face. She was so beautiful and her big titties had been super, he remembered. He paused, searching for words to express his feelings to her and finally said in a choked voice, "They're so beautiful. I'm going to dream about kissing them for the rest of my life!"
Beulah sat unsteadily on the couch, her entire sensually awakened body a pulse with the erotic excitement of the sweetly drawn-out kiss. At that moment, she wanted nothing more than to simply tear off every last piece of her clothing and the boy's. He was saying but passion buzzed so loudly in her ears that she couldn't make out what it was and smiled dumbly. She wanted to feel his vibrant young flesh pressed tightly against her throbbing body, to feel his boyish hard prick penetrating deep into her love-starved cunt once again and soon. She felt dazed, her mind a whirl with delicious half-formed images of unimaginable lewdness, and it was all he could do to listen to any words, never mind understand them.
"God, I would like to see your titties again and touch them," he persisted with the words.
For a second Beulah thought of asking him to stop talking and just take whatever it was he wanted, but somehow managed to hold her tongue, to remember that such taking often led to the kind of greed his brother had and she should be grateful for Barry's timidity. She gazed anxiously at the windows though there was little chance that anyone would be around to look in, and returning her eyes to his handsome little face, his innocently beseeching expression, she slowly and without speaking, unbuttoned the front of her shirt, slipped it down over her shoulders, and reaching behind her back, quickly unhooked her sturdy white brassiere. She could not help smiling at the gaping youth as the full, firm rose-topped spheres of her tits bounced free of their confinement.
Barry's brown eyes seemed to darken as he leaned back slightly to drink in the beauty of the sculpted contours of her half-naked body. His eyes moved slowly over her smoothly gleaming flesh, intensely studying the flawless curvings of the older woman's voluptuously mature form. His gaze lifted once, startling Beulah with the cool speculation she thought she saw in his glance as he stared deep into her blue eyes, and then with a barely audible sigh, he leaned over closer, reaching out with the very tips of his fingers to stroke the velvety softness of her gently heaving tits.
Beulah Myerson quickly dismissed any idea of a strange expression she was certain she had imagined in Barry's face as his fingers stroked worshipfully down over the arching upper curves of her tits, then upward to trace the slight rise of her collar bones, the fragile column of her throat. His touch was surprisingly sure and manly and as she remembered how frightened and uncertain he had been the first time, she felt a new kind of longing for him. There was no question now that eight year old Barry Brown had entered a kind of manhood now, young as he was, and she could hardly wait to abandon her eagerly aroused body to his caresses once again, but this time as a woman and not an instructress in the art of loving. His face seemed so serene and peaceful now that it made her relax, knowing that she had done the right thing for him and that his introduction to sex had been beautiful and memorable.
Suddenly she sprung up and got down on the floor, leaning back on her elbows. He was after her fast as a jack rabbit, and she closed her eyes, smiling softly at the soothing path of his touch as his hands moved downward again, pausing only momentarily to cup the full mounds of her tits before traveling onto the taut flatness of her belly. The relaxing sensation changed subtly to a tingling warmth up between her thighs as his palm moved firmly down over her pants and pressed lightly over the sensitive area of her pubic mound. Clenching her eyes more tightly shut, the lovely teacher fantasized that she was lying on her desk in the schoolroom and Barry was demonstrating the techniques of love-making to the class! Then his fingertips were traveling downward, rubbing lightly over the naked tender flesh of her inner thighs, the part he could reach between her knees and the torn off denim pants she wore on Saturdays. Beulah gasped. The feeling in her lower belly grew to a demanding throb, and she had to struggle to keep from crying out at the sheer pleasure of his touch. She was still a little afraid of frightening him, of pushing too fast.
"Please, Miss Myerson," his soft boyish voice interrupted her blossoming delight. "Could I see your ... your other place now?"
She wanted him to use the word pussy or cunt but right now it seemed ridiculous to worry about it so she shrugged her assent. Unconsciously her jaw clenched tightly closed and irrepressible quivering shook her body as she lifted her hips and felt his strong small hands unzipping her denims and pulling them down over her knees. She sat and let him pull the garment free of her feet. Then once again she lifted her hips without prompting and, more tentatively this time, he grasped the nylon panties that clothed her flaring hips and pulled slowly until at last the final covering on her voluptuous writhing body was slipped down over her long shapely legs and she resignedly lay back on the rug to thrillingly endure whatever the boy wished to do. A strong tingle raced up her spine as the warmth of his hands slipped down over the trembling naked flesh of her lower belly.
Oh God, this was the hard part of breaking a new boy in. She didn't like it when they were rough and greedy and too sure of themselves. On the other hand, the slowness of the very beginner seemed, at times too slow and unbearable. Yet if she could just wait it out minute by minute, it would soon come, she urgently reminded herself as she struggled to suppress the wild excitement that felt like a spring in her belly being wound tighter and tighter. She felt his hands moving down to her thighs again, pressuring them apart, and she did not resist even though she knew that a little resistance might embolden him. Then his fingers suddenly lifted from her flesh, and she wondered with a start if it were possible that he did want only to sit and look at her pussy for awhile, to sit and stare at the warmly throbbing pink flesh that had clamped so greedily around his virginal hard cock the other afternoon until they had both exploded in soul-shattering orgasm. She had had it happen before!
But as he crouched tensely between his teacher's widespread thighs, Barry's eyes, flickered in a strange mixture of determination and uncertainty. They were fixed on the narrow pink slit where a tiny dewdrop of moisture glistened from her undeniable arousal. The idea that now filled his mind sent a spasm of wild excitement racing up his spine, and he knew he had discovered the way to make the gloriously beautiful woman want to fuck with him forever and ever! He remembered how it had felt last time when she had taken the swollen tip of his cock into the soft warmth of her mouth, and he knew instinctively that she would go wild if he could do something like that to her! Oh God, if he could only do it right!
Beulah lay still, deciding to wait a moment before letting her curiosity get the better of her and opening her eyes to see what in the world he was doing. She recalled a much earlier time years ago when she opened her eyes and the kid was getting ready to shove a lipstick ... she wouldn't think of it! Besides, she was sure she had learned how to pick them out by now, the nice boys. But oh, God, her barely controlled lust was beginning to surge through her body like a train almost ready to tear out of control. This was the most difficult time she could ever remember having. She wanted to pound into him like the monstrous mad beast she felt like!
Barry's tongue nervously circled his lips as he stared hungrily down at the enticing female body lying on the small rug before him. He felt his temple pulsing madly with the force of his passionate need for her. His mind was filled with memories from the first afternoon as he gazed at the warm softness of her billowing tits, beading slightly with the perspiration of her own excitement. He tortured himself with the unfounded fears of a child, not quite daring on his own, but aching to take the ivory twin mounds in his hands again. He yearned to pinch the hard, pointed nipples until she cried out again with passion. He was so close to her belly that the delicate female aroma from her wetly glistening pussy filled his nostrils, a piquantly sweet scent that made his brain spin wildly and his cock grow until it ached in his trousers. He stared at the narrow pink-hued furrow that started at the bottom of her smooth white belly and trailed down through her white rounded ass-cheeks and saw the puckered little hole that centered it.
Suddenly everything disappeared from his thoughts except the agonizing demands of his maleness and the strange erotic feeling pulsing in his loins, driving him inexorably toward the irresistible temptation of the older woman's lushly ripened body. With a soft animal sound, he reached down to dig his hands under her naked ass, cupping and massaging the soft pliant flesh that was driving him so mad with desire. He pressed his face closer and pursed his lips to kiss one quivering wet lip of her auburn-haired pussy. He felt her body quiver in shocked surprise, and he quickly thrust his tongue out until it made contact with the velvety moist flesh, its warm perfume and musky taste sending chills over his flesh and causing his nostrils to flare in excitement. He dug his fingers deeper into her softly yielding ass-cheeks as she made a little lurch and he feared she would roll away from him.
But all she did was mewl and murmur weakly and unintelligibly as she lifted her head to watch in fascinated lust as the panting teenager buried his face up between her trembling legs to kiss and lick at her pussy.
With his thumbs, the desire-driven boy spread apart the moist clinging flesh of Beulah's pink cuntal lips until her delicate, even pinker inner flesh and the warmly quivering hole leading up into the clasping hot confines of her magnetic belly came into view before his hungry eyes. He felt her begin to moan and gasp even more loudly as he pressed his face into the helplessly exposed slit until his nose was buried in the hot succulent flesh and he could barely breathe. He moved his wet tongue around, wildly exploring the inner folds of her secret flesh until he discovered that when he touched the little hard bud on top, she trembled all over and her breath came in panting rasps. On a sudden inspiration, he jabbed his tongue into the tiny hole, spearing into the velvety depths of her hotly moistened pussy.
"Ooooooohhh! Oh, darling! Aaaaahhhhhh," Beulah moaned, but her voice sounded weak again and far away as though she were retreating on a soft cloud in a firm wind. At that moment, nothing seemed very important compared to the fiery need that was blazing deep in her heaving belly, and her beautiful reddish head fell limply back onto the rug as she felt his slippery tongue dancing triumphantly over the swollen bud of her clitoris. Her breathing deepened as his stiffly pointed pink tongue thrust deep into her cunt, and she could not help the writhing and squirming lewdness of her ass as she wriggled to get more of the heavenly sensation.
She only hoped she wasn't too much for him, but she couldn't seem to find the will to stop her thrashing. The dark-haired eight year old was sucking her clitoris and nipping at it gently with his teeth, sending incredible spasms of joy surging through her. God, it was driving her mad! Then, Barry's tongue was fucking smoothly in and out of the warm, moist walls of her devouring cunt, flicking excitedly around its snug elastic mouth, slipping deeply inside the hot pulsating dark hole again and again. Her breathing deepened and she involuntarily reached out to struggle with the zipper of his pants, frantically searching for his young, wildly aroused cock.
Finally, probing through his underwear, her hand found his naked prick, and she gasped in surprised delight as she realized that it was stone-hard, even harder than the last time, and ready to satisfy her voraciously hungry cunt. She gripped his throbbing rod of quivering flesh with its pulsing veins as a warm rippling surge of pleasure began to spread through her loins and flood the area around her clitoris.
She couldn't wait for him to initiate everything, try as she might. "Oh, darling Barry, I want you to fuck me! Now!" she managed to gasp thickly as she milked at the stiff length of his upright shaft. "Take your clothes off. ...."
A delighted chuckle seemed to fill the room, a boyish chuckle, but Barry's tongue was still laving her cunt. Beulah stiffened in both fear and anger.
Abruptly she loosed her grip on the boy's blood-swollen prick and tore her body out of his still-impassioned grip. Only then did Barry look up inquiringly from between her widespread legs, and the beautiful auburn-haired woman was then sure that it was not he who had laughed.
The impassioned flush drained from her face as she searched the circling drapes and furniture and doorways for some sign of the intruder, and when he finally appeared, the older, over-confident near-copy of her young lover, she had to stifle the cry of fury that rose in her throat.
"Thomas Brown, you are trespassing ...." she began in carefully measured tones, but her statement was interrupted by the boy's amused laughter.
"Tom!" Barry exclaimed, the color drained from his face and his entire body shaking.
"There's nothing to be afraid of, Barry," Beulah hastened to assure the child, "at least not from Thomas."
"Why did you stop, Barry?" the older brother asked with a grin, enjoying the terror in the younger one's eyes but looking forward to something better than blackmail. "You got her all worked up and then you stopped. That ain't no way to do it!"
"How would you know?" the younger one asked defiantly, still hot realizing in his euphoria that his was not a novel experience, that the same thing could have happened to Thomas.
"What do you mean, how do I know!" the older boy laughed again. "Hey, it's a matter of experience, kid! I know quite a few things!" Then he softened toward his sibling, having a plan in mind. "Maybe between the two of us, we can show the lovely lady a thing or two, kid." He stared questioningly at Barry but the latter was too inexperienced and dazed by the turn of events to do more than stare back at his brother.
Beulah was in a quandary over what to do. The Worst of it was that she was in such a state of sexual arousal that she could not think clearly. All she could seem to think of was getting rid of Thomas and keeping Barry long enough to have the satisfaction that she was aching for. Various emotions changed her mind and her expression several times and although her eyes were upon him, she didn't even see Thomas begin to remove his clothes. Finally she became aware of his actions and it broke the spell she was under.
"Thomas Brown, what do you think you're doing?" she demanded.
"Joining the party," he answered simply.
"I hope you don't believe I'll allow that!" she said firmly. "I hope you're not planning to take advantage of me when I've made it very clear I don't want you! That's a disgusting thing to do!"
"What's disgusting?" he asked, unbuckling his belt. "Is it disgusting with her, Barry?"
"Gee, no, Tom," his brother answered staunchly, glad that he was not going to get into any trouble after all. "I thought it was great and she really liked it, too!"
"That's good," Thomas answered soberly. "I thought she'd be good."
It was only then that Beulah understood how much she had hurt Thomas. She had resented his lack of virginity and his expertise. She still wasn't really sure whether she had hurt his pride or his feelings, but a certain soft trembling around his lips suggested that he had a crush on her. It confused her. She didn't know whether to feel angry or humiliated, whether to slap him or kiss him. The entire happening made no sense at all! The gorgeous woman could do nothing but stare in perplexity at Thomas as he kicked off his shoes and socks, the last of his clothing. Maybe it was her lust that was making it difficult for her to really throw him out or maybe there was wisdom in not stopping him, some reason that the angel in her brain understood, that marvelous angel that sometimes took care of her thinking when she couldn't seem to do it herself.
"This is absurd," she mumbled at last as she futilely tried to cover her full-swelling curves with her hands. "You can't just barge in like this!"
"Do you mind if I barge in like this, Barry?" Thomas asked his younger brother, who was not slow to catch the significance of cooperation.
"No," he answered almost eagerly. He was curious about what Thomas was going to do.
"It's a funny thing about girls," Thomas said importantly. "They always like to do what they want to do, but then if you're real strong and make them do what you want to do instead, they like that better!"
'You ... you're crazy," Beulah said furiously and jumped to her feet, the naked flesh of her tits and ass quivering provocatively at the sudden movement. Almost against her will, her eyes traveled quickly over Thomas's boyish body to where his long, thickened young cock hung not quite erect. It made her want to stimulate it in spite of herself. But her voice rasped, sounding like the voice of a fourth person in the room, "I think we should talk this over."
"I talked it over with myself, Miss Myerson," Thomas told her almost innocently. "It seemed to me the best way not to get anyone in trouble was this way." His hand darted out to take her hand. The pressure of his young hand as well as the sight of his still-hardening cock, which her eyes seemed unable to avoid, whipped her breath away.
Barry stared in fascination at what his brother seemed to be doing to the gorgeous teacher, subduing her with the simple touch of one hand. Wow! Barry could only hope that he would be as good as that some day. Now Thomas's fingers were playing over her flesh, pinching and teasing all the most vulnerable sensitive areas of her body, and Barry could see that she was becoming all soft and limp inside. She murmured a few more feeble words of protest as the slightly older boy led her back to the rug where Barry still sat, wide-eyed.
Feeling as though she were dreaming, Beulah Myerson allowed Thomas to press her down to the rug beside her young lover. She knew that it was useless to resist because the town would believe anything he said, if he chose to lie, and besides, she was not sure she still wanted to escape the debasing fate the older boy had planned for her. For all her struggles, she could not seem to tear her eyes away from the vision of his semi-excited cock, and she dully wondered if Thomas would feel as wonderful as Barry had. She had never had two boys at once before and she was beginning to want to find out what it was like.
Beulah had always had a strong will so that she was a little horrified by her sudden weakness as she forced herself to transfer her gaze to the mottled colors of the carpet on which she was seated. She hoped that this wasn't all just a vengeful game and that once he had gotten his satisfaction, Thomas wouldn't start trouble anyway. She wasn't sure of him. He seemed much older for his years than most nine year old boys she had known.
"Hey, Barry, was that the first time you've ever kissed a girl's pussy?" Thomas wanted to know.
"Yeah," his brother admitted blushingly. He thought for a moment and then blurted out, "She didn't want to have sex today-I don't think so I thought she might change her mind."
Beulah was silent After today was over, under ordinary circumstances, she would have told Barry that she had indeed wanted sex but that she had wanted to see what he would do for himself to stimulate her. It was a teaching method. But now the teaching was being taken from her hands. Thomas had taken over and she felt like an observer, sitting somewhere in the back row.
"That always works, did you notice?" the older boy asked rather patronizingly. "There's a few other things I'll bet you haven't tried, too."
Beulah was in a state of shocked disbelief as she watched the interested expression on Barry's young eager face. Surely her sweet darling Barry could not be as cold-bloodedly calculating as he looked right now! Surely the innocently trusting child was not already more interested in sheer technique than in the beautiful sensations he had not even started to taste! Surely she meant more to him than someone to help his brother humiliate, using her love-hungry body to learn lessons on, like a text book! The subtle fact that Beulah had used her own body for the same purpose escaped her notice.
She wondered uneasily if there were any approach whereby she might reason with Thomas, but the gleam in his big brown eyes told her more than words that he was enjoying this moment too much, more than if he had had her helplessly naked body all by himself to do with as he would. She had maintained control before and she knew that an experienced male did not like that. Now he was planning to take over, and instinctively she knew that he would not give up this chance for anything. Arguing would only irritate him. He might even hurt her if she did that. No, the best thing to do was to end the ordeal as soon as she could.
"Tom, do you think that maybe she could suck my cock again today in what we're going to do?" Barry asked without being aware that he was telling his brother that this was not the first time he had made love to Miss Myerson. "I've been dreaming about that ever since," he said.
Beulah heard his words in growing dismay, and she involuntarily flinched when she saw the jealousy flicker through Thomas's eyes. Still, he showed surprising patience for a nine year old with a younger brother.
"Sure, Barry," he said. "But first you gotta warm a girl up.
As she listened to the conversation taking place around her, Beulah-tried to protest but couldn't find anything to say that would accomplish anything. Indeed, she was no longer sure just what it was she wanted to accomplish if she had the chance. Her breath was knotted in her throat and a numbing sense of helplessness had overtaken her as she listened to the vile foulness not so much of the language as of the intentions of the two males. She knew better than to try to gaze pleadingly at them. Barry might still be vulnerable and sympathetic although she was beginning to wonder. At any rate, Thomas wouldn't care. She had given him an emotional shock in the coat room of the school and she had given him another today. Her agony would not interest him whatever. God, she hated to be used by men or boys ... although ... it might be something new. . . .
Suddenly, as if to taunt her, Thomas reached down between his thighs and began to slowly stoke his foreskin back and forth over the bulbous head of his prick until it was standing out from under his flat little stomach like a cannibal's spear.
With a tiny groan of despair, the lovely teacher fell back on the rug. There was nothing to do but submit, that was clear, she thought wearily, but she was somewhat worried about the future. Perhaps if she were cold and correct enough with everyone, she could squelch Thomas, and no one would believe him if he tried to start trouble. For surely this would not be his last attempt to impose himself upon her. Oh, why did it have to turn out like this? All she wanted was for Barry to love her, but that could never be, now.
Her mind was then brought back to the present by the sound of Thomas shifting on his knees before her. His wet mouth had begun a gentle nibbling into the naked flesh of her belly, sending goose bumps racing up and down her .spine. She moaned softly in a half-daze of humiliation and horror as she dimly saw Barry staring excitedly down on her, his eager eyes feasting on the sight of her ripely curving flesh which flared out at the hips and shoulders from her girlishly narrow waist, her tits jutting proudly into the room like two rosy topped mountains of plush white flesh. Having wanted Barry, not Thomas, her mind formed protests as Thomas's lips moved lower toward her pussy mound, but her mouth had gone dry and she could not make it respond to her mental commands. Slowly his lips dropped to her defenselessly waiting cunt and, spreading the soft curve with his thumbs, the boy flicked his tongue snake-like into the moistly flowering slit of her aching cunt.
"Aaaaaaggghhhhhh," she could not help groaning. The unexpectedly electrifying contact made her quiver from shock, and she jerked her knees up in a futile effort to protect herself from him in favor of Iris brother. Barry must know that she was loyal!
But before she could roll away from him toward Barry, Thomas leapt forward and caught her legs. She could feel his strong boyish fingers clamping over the soft insides of her thighs, pushing them further and further apart. In terror and mortification, she strained to close her widespread legs, but every move seemed to worsen her position until he was kneeling between her knees on the rug, a surprisingly strong grip on her trembling loins. She knew that her weakness arose from her confusion. She didn't like being used and yet she was hungry and, in a way, curious. She feared exposure by Thomas and yet she wanted to be loyal to Barry. She had never been a-a fickle lover during an affair. Now she faced a change in the forced attentions of Thomas, now leering at her through her fearfully quivering tits like a beast of prey about to pounce on its helpless waiting victim, which she was, and she knew the throbbing pink flesh of her naked cuntal lips was offered up to him like a sacrificial feast.
"You'd think she didn't like it, Barry," the older brother chortled to the smaller one who knelt breathlessly beside him. "Let's see how fast she changes her mind."
The lovely teacher could feel the flat palms of his young hands moving upward on the smooth flesh inside her full trembling thighs until his thumbs rested on the moist outer lips of her cunt. Then he spread them open with exaggerated slowness until she could feel the air of the room playing over the sensitive flesh up between her legs. Thomas stared hungrily at the delicious rose-hued pussy flesh within the enframing auburn curls, then slowly lowered his head.
"No.. . no! Please, Thomas. Don't do that. Barry already has!" she moaned as his moistly heated lips closed over the sensitive mound at the base of her belly. His handsome face disappeared from her view into the sparse, softly curling pussy hair as he began to place wet, sucking kisses on her heated flesh, his tongue flicking knowingly at the quivering little opening. She looked over toward Barry, wishing he would claim her for himself but the boy was lost in the fascination of what he was seeing and only smiled vaguely at her as though he knew that her reluctance with Thomas was only a false mask that would be soon torn away from her by the irresistible persuasion of his older brother's experienced lips and tongue.
She had never been watched before, either. It was humiliating and she moaned in shame as Thomas breathed against her expectantly tingling cunt flesh. Then suddenly he thrust the whole length of his slippery pink tongue into the warm throbbing hole of her pussy. Her body responded involuntarily, a groan escaping her as she ground her naked ass-cheeks down into the rug trying to escape from the maddening assault on her genitals by the wrong little boy!
"Oooooohhh, nooooo! Stop!" she whined softly under the devastating attack of his tongue up between her open thighs. She moaned and twisted as his lips sucked, drawing her pulsating folds of pussy flesh deeply into the moist warm cavern of his velvet mouth, while he maddeningly licked at the straining pink point of her trembling clitoris. She vowed silently never to let herself surrender to the young tongue that was lashing so mercilessly in and out of the involuntarily clasping lips of her pussy, and yet, she could feel the ungovernable excitement building in her sensually aroused body until it felt as if her nerve ends were all exploding into tiny blazing bonfires. She wondered for a moment how they must look, one naked teacher and two little boys on a rug, one boy orally ravishing the helpless teacher while a dumbstruck child looked on. Again she begged Thomas to stop but he merely shook his head and fucked his searing tongue even faster in and out of the tight little opening up between her widespread legs.
Feeling the sprouts of her pussy hairs softly brushing his cheeks, the boy worked avidly. A while ago, it had been all he could do to control his anger and shame at finding his brother and the teacher he wanted in a wanton embrace, but now he was reveling in the revenge. He had yearned for this beautiful bitch all week, wishing she would want his cock, and now a feeling of power was in him that he finally had her, no matter how it had happened. No schoolboy crush was involved now as he expertly controlled the body of the beautiful teacher writhing under the teasing of his tongue and lips. Her groans drove him on as he worked his way up and down her wetly quivering cunt. He wanted her to beg for a fucking like the others had. He wanted her begging when he finally drove his boyish hard cock far up into the moist warmth of the pussy he had waited a whole week to possess!
In Thomas there was no awe of Beulah Myerson, but in spite of her fear of this fact and her revulsion at the insulting way in which he was dominating her nakedly exposed body in front of her chosen lover, Beulah felt unwanted jolts of forbidden pleasure begin to ripple through her pinioned loins. Knowing that she would never be able to face herself again and maybe him in class if she surrendered, she tried desperately to fight the growing arousal that was persuading her to forget her fears and fury.
"Noooooo," she cried, but it came out sobbing instead of demanding as she panted in helplessly mounting passion. Thomas's hands crawled up over the smooth flatness of her belly to grasp harshly at her erect little nipples. Staring up over the quivering white mounds, he watched in triumphant delight as her face contorted in undeniable desire.
Beulah tried to will away the rising tide of lust building in her loins while she listened to the obscenely wet sucking noises rising from between her open legs. She felt his hands slip back down and under her clenching ass-cheeks, pulling and squeezing the firmly molded flesh of her ass as his wet tongue and mouth worked insistently over her hotly squirming pussy. Without thinking, she jerked her pelvis upward to escape the arrogant kneading of her ass, and, taking advantage of her movement, Thomas flicked just the tip of his pink tongue into the tightly puckered little grayish hole in her ass, nestled just below the burning wet opening of her uncontrollably voracious cunt.
"Oh, no you don't!" she tried to be forceful, but it came out in a whimper of horror. Frantically she screwed her ass down, away from his tongue that was obscenely ravishing her ass-hole! His only response was a rasping chuckle and another rapier-like stab into the tight fleshy ring. . Her hips ground uncontrollably up and down on the rug now, soft mewling sounds of passion escaping from between her tightly clenched teeth. Beulah knew in a rush of fright and shame that, despite the depravity of Thomas's bold attack on her body, she was beginning to enjoy it. She closed her eyes and fought with all her will against the rising lust that was threatening to devour her mind and overcome all of her angry and confused resistance. But it was a useless battle against impossible odds as Thomas Brown's tongue fucked expertly at her eagerly responding cunt and ass-hole.
The eight year old Barry smiled with relief as he heard the soft moan of surrender gurgle from the beautiful teacher's lust-constricted throat for the atmosphere on the worn and crazy-colored rug among the three naked people had become electric with a frightening tension up to that moment. He was accustomed to the barbaric rawness of unsaddled emotion in his own home, but when his parents started screaming at each other, he knew it was time to get away. This was a new experience for him. He hadn't known what to do. He saw, too, that even Thomas lifted his head up from between their teacher's pretty legs to nod in satisfaction.
The older brother knew that her restraint was completely shattered now, that she was too far gone to fight anything that they might want to do with her. His hurt and angry mind was suddenly filled with weird erotic pictures of the things the two brothers would perform on her shamelessly aroused body. As if to seal her conquest, his dark curly head dipped down one more time and, with bestial delight, he fucked his thick wet tongue deeper and harder into her hotly throbbing cunt, listening with glee to her animalistic groans of passion. His young hands caressed her nakedly squirming body, teasing at her titties and clitoris and ass-hole, spurring her to even greater frenzies of erotic excitement as his tongue burrowed wetly into her like a tiny thirsty fish.
Beulah bucked and gasped beneath his voraciously fucking mouth, her fingers tangling in his dark hair and pulling his head deeper into the steaming cuntal crevice pink as electric coils up between her legs. Nothing mattered to her now but the molten fire of lust that pulsed through her veins, making her body feel more alive than she could believe possible. Her heels kicked up and pressed down against his back, forcing him closer to her as the tension within her built to almost painful proportions. Oh God, she was so close to cumming now ... so close!
Then without warning, when it seemed she could stand it no more without some sort of explosion inside her wildly jerking cunt, everything abruptly stopped. Beulah suddenly realized that Thomas's wetly heated tongue had stopped its delicious licking and her big blue eyes opened wide in frustration and shock. She had been so close! So agonizingly close to an orgasm! Now she desperately ground her trembling ass down into the rug in an attempt to extinguish the passion that was blazing out of control in her cunt. Suddenly forgotten was all her sense of loyality, her humiliation at being forced by a boy to do things his way and even Barry's obvious fickleness. The wonderful feeling of Thomas's mouth and wet tongue fucking into her hotly throbbing pussy hole had filled her with a violently lusting desire far greater than she had ever known before. She didn't know why but it was better than what had happened the other afternoon with Barry. ... It was exquisitely better than anything before in her life! Now she only wanted to complete the experience, to enjoy the orgasm that would quench the burning need that wracked her nakedly hungering body. But she could see Thomas still crouching between her trembling thighs as though waiting for something.
"Oh, Thomas, do something!" she wailed, raising her auburn head to stare at him with pleading eyes. "You can't stop now!"
Before her, the coy little boy stared at her and smiled coldly, she thought. For just a moment, he could not help glancing over to his wide-eyed brother with pride. His brother shifted nervously beside him, his slender boyish prick jutting up into the air with the excitement of the spectacle Thomas had just treated him to.
"What do you want, Miss Myerson?" Thomas asked then. "And who?"
"I want you, Thomas, honest!" she cried, not caring what she sounded like now. "Please, Thomas, do it now!"
"What is it you want me to do to you, Miss Myerson?" he asked with a touch of sarcasm, savoring her complete submission after one almost unendurable week of waiting.
The strikingly beautiful teacher realized that he was toying with her, paying her back for that first time in the coat room. He must have been terribly disappointed, she thought. Cumming in a woman's hand was probably not quite the same. ... Well, now she was almost out of her mind with lust so although she hesitated for a moment, holding back her words just for spite, she was sure she could not hold out. Then he reached down and tauntingly ran his finger up and down the passion-drenched length of her pussy. Quaking at the exquisite sensation that seared her frazzled nerve ends, she gasped.
"Fuck me, Thomas! Fuck me!"
Barry tittered nervously beside her and then Beulah knew that her humiliation and degradation were complete. For the first time in her life she had come under the control of a boy instead of staying in control herself so that now she was no better than a whore, a filthy slut off the streets, who sold her body to anyone who could afford it for an hour.
"G ... go on, Thomas ... do it to her!" Barry urged excitedly. "I want to see her go crazy like she did with me!" Until she had begged, he had been a little frightened about what his brother was doing, not certain that he shouldn't help her if she really wanted to get away. But now he saw that she truly loved it, just like his brother had said she would.
Also, he had been wounded at first, thinking of her enjoying what his brother was doing. It had seemed as though he ought to feel some jealousy because he had wanted their lovely teacher to be his girl after the other afternoon, but he wasn't jealous anymore! It was all so exciting he barely knew what was happening to him, except that his poor cock was so hard and stiff that he had to hold it in his hand to make it feel better until he had his turn like he knew Thomas would give him. At least he better!
CHAPTER FOUR
While Barry dreamed of Beulah Myerson's soft buttery lips' sucking on the insanely throbbing head of his aching cock, his brother was staring down at the voluptuous teacher in conquering glee. Then he knew he could wait no longer. With a low groan of lust, the nine year old boy grabbed her wide-splayed legs behind the knees and shoved them up on her chest, slithering up her gleaming sweat-soaked body. His stone-hard cock brushed thrillingly against Beulah's saliva-matted pussy hair as he planted his young hands solidly on either side of her shoulders, locking her ankles tightly behind his neck.
The bold and handsome child looked down the length of his naked young body to the exciting vision of her visibly quivering pussy, the expanded narrow slit all pink and red as he held the hair-lined furrow apart by the pressure of his thighs pressed tightly against hers. He could feel her straining her hips upward in an impatient eagerness, but the weight of his body held her away from the cock she wanted so desperately. Teasing himself for a moment longer, he let the jerking head of his heavily swollen veined cock nuzzle gently against the hard pink bud of her clitoris, taunting the sensitive nerve ending until she began to moan in frustration and twist wildly beneath him as the tight little mouth of her hot pussy searched for the hard, blood-filled tip.
"Give it to me, Thomas!" she ordered, reaching for her old forceful self in desperation. "Fuck me!" she cried again, aware of nothing but the burning void up between her legs that begged to be filled.
"Well, I guess so, Miss Myerson," Thomas answered dryly, grinning crookedly and briefly at Barry. He moved his hips until he had guided his stone-hard pole of pulsing flesh into the fleshy pink valley of her ass, poising it between the wetly waiting lips of her cunt. Beulah gasped as he maneuvered the smooth lust-bloated cock-head to the top of the moist, hair-fringed opening, nuzzling it into the soft enveloping warmth of her outer pussy layers. Beside his brother, Barry suddenly caught his breath and leaned forward to see the bulging prick that prodded against the defenseless pink opening that was sucking like a feeding fish's hungry mouth.
Then suddenly, without any further warning, the slender nine year old boy jerked his hips back, and Beulah found herself lifting her pelvis upward, searching with her lust-inflamed pussy for the pulsating bloated male organ that was about to spear into her-belly. Barry moved closer, awestruck, as the swollen cock-head of his brother pressed gently against the moist flanges of her pussy. Then the muscles of Thomas's ass tightened as he lifted himself even higher into the air above the expectant woman. Her cunt followed like a well-trained dog. The blunt-nosed flaring tip of his throbbing young prick was poised over the gaping mouth of her hot pussy when, with a sharp flick of his hips, the boy forced the chunky blood-filled tip up inside her quivering cuntal lips, stretching the soft fleshed opening to the size of his cock like a foot stretches a sock.
Beulah's eyes widened in delighted relief as she thrilled to the force of her distending flesh as he embedded the tip of his blood-engorged cock. She looked lovingly up into his face, but there was no feeling in his expression, only the lust and frustration that had been building up ever since he had lain with her on the coat room floor and she had jerked him off. He ignored her feelings and began forcing his rod of rigid flesh into her futilely resisting hole, filling her more than she could remember ever having been filled before. Beulah had had a boy as old as nine years old once before, but never had she felt anyone this big inside her. She was very small inside and he, for his age, was very big, it seemed to her. Maybe he was too big for her! He was not yet all the way in and she was beginning to feel pain in her tight little cunt. Squirming, she cried, "That's in enough!" She was only vaguely aware of Barry as he reached out hungrily to squeeze at her tits, his face within inches of her warm resilient flesh. Since Thomas only tried to push in further, she began to kick into the air to escape the ravishment of her unstretched cunt hole. Too late, the beautiful teacher recalled the large size and thickness of the boy's stiffly swollen prick that she had held in her hand the first day of school. Unaccustomed to accepting anything she didn't want, she trembled and shook with indignation as the too large rod of flesh nevertheless fucked relentlessly up into her stretched cunt walls.
Thomas could, of course, tell that his thick hard cock was only partially fucked into her tight little cunt, and he had never had a problem with his size before either. It really surprised him that this grown woman was so tight, and for a moment, he wondered if he had put it into the right hole! Well, he would find out soon enough because he could no longer stand this teasing to his flesh. He had to fuck hard! He had been waiting for a whole week! So he rammed his slim little hips forward with all the strength he possessed in his thighs and ass, sinking his throbbing prick all the way up to the hilt in her frantically squirming belly. He felt it slam into her cunt, pushing the softly moistened flesh of the clenched cuntal walls before it until his sperm-bloated balls smacked into her tightly clenched ass-cheeks, and he knew he was in the right hole!
Beneath his agile body, the teacher writhed and moaned like someone in agony, screwing her naked ass back into the blanket to find some relief from the painful skewering. With each jerk, his fiery lance of pulsing flesh seemed to stab even deeper into her ravaged tunnel until it felt as though it was coming out her throat. Her face was contorted with pain and incoherent pleading whimpers rose from deep inside her tortured chest. He glanced down between their nakedly joined bodies to see if anything was wrong. Christ, he didn't know a grown woman could be this tight! It sure was hard to get in, but it sure felt nice, too!
Barry stared at the gleaming base of his brother's thick cock buried between the fleshy lips of his teacher's painfully stretched cunt and wondered, too, why it was bothering her so much. Of course, Thomas was quite a bit bigger than he was, and maybe women come in different sizes and you had to find your own size!
Beulah struggled helplessly against the agony of his bloated presence. Though she desperately tried to force his impaling prick out of her cuntal opening by flexing the muscles of her cunt, each throb seemed only to excite him more and he fucked his long rigid cock even more tightly into her unusually small passageway, filling every part of her insides. She could feel his cum-filled balls brushing against the sensitive ring of her ass-hole as his young but large vein-ridged prick lay sunken deep up inside her burning cunt. There was not a single vein or ridge on the thickly swollen cock that she could not feel as her cuntal walls clasped around it like a tight elastic sleeve. Far up in her belly, the hard rubbery tip seemed to throb against her cervix like a second heart in her body. God, she thought, what if she was attracted to grown men! What if she were ever raped by one? She had never worried about it before!
The nine year old monster held still above his anguished teacher for another moment until she could adjust to the huge presence of his proud prick implanted within her belly. He watched her face as the pain-twisted muscles began a slow relaxation, tightly-gnashed teeth opening slightly in amazement as her stretched cuntal hole gradually grew accustomed to the intrusion that had been forced upon her for the first time. At last her blue eyes opened slowly and she stared up at Thomas's face, both of them still speechless with surprise.
"Gee, I'm glad you're so little, Miss Myerson," Thomas finally gasped. "It feels great, doesn't it?"
Beulah glared up at him hatefully. After humiliating her thoroughly in front of Barry and then raping her with his big cock, he was actually expecting her to tell him that it felt great! She was just about to throw back a spiteful answer when she felt him flex the stiff rod of his prick again in the hot-channeled depths of her wetly seeping hole, stretching the heated walls just a little more. He did it again and again and at first she groaned, her teeth reclenching and her nakedly squirming body stiffening with the pain of the fleshy granite-feeling intrusion.
Then both boys noticed the change and grinned at each other. Her cries of protest gradually became softer, her resisting cunt hole finally adjusting to his thick cock. He began a slow rotating motion-with his pelvis, grinding his huge prick into her tight little cunt with a rhythmic pattern that stretched the still-cringing tunnel until the big swollen prick. fit into the sheath of her pussy like a piston in a well oiled cylinder.
The younger boy, who crouched beside them on the rug, stared lustfully at the lewd spectacle of his brother's cock buried in the tiny opening that had clasped so tightly around his own boyish shaft just a few days ago. His dark eyes big and wondering, he reached out to rub at the full twin moons of the nakedly exposed teacher's skewered ass-cheeks. Then, since no one told him not to, he moved his fingers up to inquisitively touch the wide-stretched pussy lips hungrily clamped around the broad base of Thomas's deeply embedded prick. A thought occurred to disturb him.
"Hey, Tom," he said, uneasy, "If you're going to stretch her all out like that, I'm not going to fit! I'm younger than you, you know, I shoulda gone first!"
"Naw," Thomas assured him. "I'll tell you what to do. Put your finger in her ass," he suggested with a lewd chuckle over his shoulder as he had a great idea. "Just shove it in and watch what happens."
"Oh, no! You can't!" the helplessly skewered teacher pled. "Don't, Barry! Please don't!"
Barry's cheeks reddened at his older brother's advice, but his excitement overrode his embarrassment, and he obediently slipped his hand downward under his brother's dangling balls to nudge her tiny ass-hole. The puckered little opening was already moist with the overflow of her own passionate juices. He touched it tentatively at first, then gently shoved against it with his outstretched middle finger until it suddenly popped through the tightly surrounding rubbery ring. A moment later, look of lewd wonder on his face, the boy was worming his finger up inside the tender spongy flesh, sinking in up to the first knuckle.
"Aaaaaagggggghhhhhh! God! Please, don't!"
"Go on, Barry, shove it all the way in," Thomas said over the indignant protest that burst from their beautiful teacher's lips at this final degradation. "She'll love it! Wait and see!"
The younger brother hesitated for a moment, uncertain of what he should do, but then, Thomas flexed his big cock again inside the woman's body and the gorgeous woman gasped aloud. That tiny sound of surrender brought him to a decision. He wanted to make her gasp, too, the way he had the other day. His cock wasn't as big as his older brother's, of course, but her tight little ass-hole clenched tightly around even his finger! Nodding his dark head decisively the youngster dug his finger relentlessly into her ass-hole, expanding the wildly puckering hole until the palm of his hand lay flat against her squirming ass-cheeks, his entire finger solidly implanted now inside her throbbing rear tunnel.
Almost by itself, a tiny animal cry of dismay rose in Beulah's throat, and she struggled to twist free of the obscenely skewering finger. Her cunt hole felt stretched and torn beyond all possible recovery, and the dual ravishing of her loins with the boy's probing finger buried deep in her rectum made her feel all the more degraded and used. She tried to stir as she felt the initial pain easing with the stillness of her body, but the lust-incited child twisted his finger more enthusiastically, stretching and expanding her violated ass-hole until she thought it would split from the unbearable pressure. She watched in angry helplessness as Barry's other hand reached out to cup her naked tittie, teasing and pulling at its proud round firmness until it felt as if it would burst from the youngster's fascinated manipulations.
Kneeling over Beulah's painfully jack-knifed form, the older boy began a sawing motion in and out of the beautiful woman's moistly stretched pussy. Slowly he withdrew his deeply-embedded instrument until only the bloated mushroom-like head still rested within the outer lips of her tender pussy, then battered her ravaged body back against the rug with his forward stroke, fucking his hotly pulsating cock to the hilt in her tight cuntal hole. His angry revenge was long forgotten as he felt the intoxicating friction of his hard staff of flesh against the smooth moist walls of her pussy and, as a new wave of intense passion pulsed into his groin, he began to fuck into her with all his strength, the broad head of his lust-thickened cock pushing the soft warm flesh of her walls before it like creamily peanut-buttered bread. The finger stuck up between her ass-cheeks quickly joined the big pistoning cock to form a rhythmic fucking team that wrung throaty gasps of lewd delight from her in measured cadence with their simultaneous ravishment of her loins.
Replacing the angry, humiliation she had felt only a few moments before was an odd new sensation of tingling erotic pleasure that was beginning to flow throughout Beulah's captive body. The outrageous debasement and subjugation she had experienced at the beginning had begun to build up to a strange almost masochistic excitement that was seizing control of her mind and body, making her forget everything in the world but the exquisite sensation of being fucked almost senseless by a prick that was bigger than anything she had ever expected even from a nine year old and certainly bigger than any she had ever allowed before. Suddenly there were no more cries or pleas for mercy but only the husky animal sound of a lusty woman reaching for pleasure. The old Beulah Myerson was on the edge of coming back!
Her smoothly rounded ass now began to rotate experimentally with her first attempt at movement since the torturous impalement and then, feeling no pain, she allowed herself to follow the rhythm of Thomas's prick and Barry's finger fucking into her, grinding her hips upward with an ever increasing speed. A deep reverberation of sensual pleasure rose from deep in her womb and seemed to be saturating her wantonly writhing body with the urgent need to have even more of the thick impaling cock that had been fucked so viciously into her helpless body only moments ago. Her trembling hands snaked up around the older boy's body to clasp his clenching ass-cheeks, pulling at his straining muscles to draw him even deeper into her suddenly voracious pussy.
"Oh, Thomas, fuck me! Fuck me, darling, fuck me!" she crooned, squirming her body to meet each new fucking thrust, frantically and hotly working her ass higher and higher to get more and more of his long skewering cock. Her eyes opened and gazed up into the nine year old's boyish face in blurred ecstasy. Beside her she could see young Barry crouching on the rug, stroking his boyish cock in time to the big cock of his brother fucking into her passionately quivering cunt, while the outstretched middle finger of the other hand fucked ceaselessly into her clenching ass-hole like another prick. She was lost, almost unconscious with delight at the merciless assaults on her pussy and ass, strapped between their young battering strokes like a beloved rag doll.
"Oooooohhhhhh, that's soooooo goooooodddddd," she cried huskily into the air, rotating her upturned ass faster and faster to keep pace with Thomas's piston of hard flesh and
Barry's finger pummeling into her loins, both fucking into her as though they were digging a tunnel from each end with plans to meet in the middle. Her entire being was centered now around those two skewering rods, and nothing else was important, no shame, no fear, nothing in the world but the pulsing reality of the flesh, hard as stone, that riveted into her gratefully receiving loins.
Thomas paused above her suddenly, his hips pressing down on hers while she desperately tried to work her insanely throbbing pussy up and down his long pulsing shaft. Her eyes opened in confusion and she urgently gasped, "Don't stop now, Thomas! Fuck me! I'm so ... close!"
"Wait a minute, Miss Myerson," the child gasped, holding himself back with effort. He glanced over at his brother. He had thought of getting his brother into her ass-hole with his cock, but he would have to fight her probably and hold her over and he knew he wasn't really strong enough if she decided to give an unconditional battle. Besides, Barry had asked for something else. He saw that Barry's eyes were bulging with frustrated desire by now as he watched his brother and teacher passionately fucking. Thomas looked down at his teacher.
"Barry ought to have some fun, too, Miss Myerson. Why don't you suck his cock for him?"
For a moment, Beulah stiffened with anger at what seemed to be just another attempt to attack her dignity, but then her eyes caught sight of the younger brother's pleading face and traveled downward to the slender stone-hard prick he held in his hand. Feeling her objections melting in new waves of lust, the naked auburn-haired teacher reached out to gently caress his virile young shaft with her fingers, an anxiously warm smile lighting her passion-flushed face as she remembered the pleasure she had received from this same stiffened male organ only the other day. She nodded, "Come on, Barry," she murmured huskily to the boy. "Bring your cock over to me. Show you what
I do to a tootsie roll!"
Barry needed no further urging. His finger slipped out of her ass-hole with a lewd little pop as he scrambled closer on the rug. He kneeled beside her with his lust-stiffened cock close to her face. Slowly she reached out and clutched his pulsating hard prick, pulling back its loose outer layer of skin, pressing the foreskin back to reveal the moist, bulbous head. She heard Barry choke in lustful anticipation as she flicked out her pink pointed tongue to touch the flaring rubbery tip of the boy's young cock.
Spurred by the unimaginable depravity of what she was doing with not one but two little boys, she teasingly swirled her tongue around and around his throbbing cock-head as the youngster twisted and jerked. He gasped aloud when the tip of her tongue finally wiggled into the tiny slit of the inflamed boyish cock-head, and she tasted with delight the salty tang of the pre-ejaculate that seeped in droplets from the little opening. She was excitedly aware of Thomas's blazing fascination and she found herself savoring every moment of her obscene exhibition. She decided that she had missed her calling and that she might have been a happy strip-teaser after all! Suddenly aware that she had somehow regained control of the two boys, she tauntingly throbbed the muscled walls of her cunt around Thomas's stiffly buried cock as she slowly licked along the soft underside of Barry's vein-embossed young prick, her slender hand caressing the moistened flesh left in her tongue's wet wake. At last, as she wantonly rotated her hips up against Thomas's pelvis, she opened her mouth to slide her soft warm lips over Barry's quivering length of cock, encompassing the smooth bluish head within their ovaled circle. The hot pulsing shaft of flesh glided slipperily along the full length of her wet tongue, more and more of the rigid length disappearing into her gently sucking mouth as the' oozing droplets of semen spiced her taste buds with its boyish flavor.
Thomas felt strange unfamiliar stirrings in him, not sure now that a woman was someone you shared with anyone, not even your own brother. Still, he had been the one to take her away from Barry. Just the same, he stared down a little horrified to see his teacher take his brother's hard swollen cock into the moist warm sanctuary of her lips. Jealousy told him that he should be enough for her, that she should need, want or even allow another ... yet, it was his idea! Slut! he thought unfairly, confused by the conflict between his stung pride and the uncontrollable fascination he felt at the sight of Barry's hard prick protruding from her tightly ovaled lips.
Beulah was unaware of his reactions completely and so was the brother, who was entirely lost in the sensation of his virile eight year old prick filling her moist warm mouth and the soft sucking of her lips pulling and nibbling at his aching cock.
"Turn around," Thomas snapped petulantly, wrenching his body up off the beautiful teacher's prostrate form. Beulah groaned as she felt his wonderfully thick cock suddenly withdraw from her dilated pussy, but her greedy mouth never loosened from Barry's lust-bloated member as the older brother twisted her over on her belly on the rug. She was barely aware of his directing her to turn or of doing as he bade her, but suddenly she was turned with her naked ass high in the air until she wobbled precariously on her hands and knees, her face buried in Barry's young groin. She swayed there for a moment, her passion-drugged brain barely up to the effort of keeping her body erect as he adjusted her position with pokes and prods. Then she gasped around Barry's warmly pulsating prick sunken into her mouth as she felt Thomas's rigidly heated cock wedging in between her open thighs from behind, its blunted tip pressing against the now-dripping slit of her pussy. With a loud grunt, the boy lunged forward against her subserviently kneeling body, impaling her on his big cock and causing the other child's rampant prick to dig deep into the back of her throat with the forward power of the sudden thrust.
Beulah Myerson gagged as Barry Brown's rock-hard prick fucked suddenly down into the back of her throat, and, for a moment, she tried to squirm away from the confining double ravishment of her body. Somehow her control over the two boys had evaporated again but this time it didn't seem to matter. She heard Barry cry out delightedly from some place over her head and felt his fleshy boyish shaft immediately begin fucking in and out of her face as though her ovaled lips were nothing more than a second delicious cunt. She knew that her moment of power was long lost and that once again she was being dominated by the brothers who sat in the first row of her classroom.
Thomas and Barry began to fuck simultaneously in and out of both ends of their teacher's nakedly exposed captive body. The kneeling woman was dully aware of the boyish testicles that bounced against her moistened chin as the child's eager prick pistoned into her thirstily sucking mouth in time to Thomas's fleshy monster drubbing into the rippling warmth of her cunt. The younger boy's hairless pubic mound slapped her nose and cheeks each time he fucked forward into her mouth, and she had to fight for air, managing to catch tiny breaths on the out-strokes of the child's wildly jerking thrusts.
"Wow, Tom, look at her suck my cock," Barry gasped breathlessly to his brother as he watched the length of his glistening staff, coated with her saliva, disappearing almost all the way into Beulah's beautiful pink-flushed face.
"She's ... she's incredible!" Thomas admitted breathlessly as he fucked his hot rigid shaft of flesh faster and faster into her naked woman's body, feeling her loins sucking and massaging at his weighty shaft with the previously unused muscles of her cunt. The last of his old anger and new jealousy faded in the light of the passion that was now blazing out of control in his loins and he fucked harder, digging deep, deep up inside her. He already knew that this was going to be the best fuck of his life, up to now, anyway, and he suddenly realized that if he made it incredibly good for her, too, she would want him again. . . .
Beulah rotated her creamy white ass lustfully back at him as the two. boys pummeled her passion-wracked body back and forth between them in a new kind of brotherly tug-of-war. She was no longer able to think or feel and, in a near trance-like state, she watched the gleaming length of Barry's slim boyish cock where it rose from the glistening pubic area between his young legs and fucked in and out of her mouth. She no longer felt human, but like a great mass of quivering flesh created just for this one moment of shameless lust.
The very helplessness of her position flickered through her mind again. It was a new feeling, this humiliation of being buffeted mercilessly between two beautifully hard pricks and it began to excite her even more from thinking about it. She imagined what she must look like, kneeling here in the middle of her living room and being fucked in the cunt by a naked nine year old boy while she gluttonously sucked an eight year old boy's stony cock. The lewd mental image excited her and she began to feel the fiery feeling growing even more intense in the depths of her belly. Her cheeks began to hollow and bloat as she sucked greedily at the adolescent prick fucking into her velvet mouth, her wet tongue swirling wildly around the blood-filled head. Her flaring hips screwed greedily back against the giant fleshy pole burrowing up into her cunt from behind, and she felt herself rocketing to a new and thrilling height of passion.
The beautiful teacher was overcome with the strangest feeling in her life. She wanted both Thomas and Barry to use her body, to use it in any way they wanted to fulfill their most obscene desires. She loved them both now but had hurt Thomas so now she was getting her punishment and loving it! She wanted to feel Thomas's big prick swell and explode deep up inside her defenseless belly, to drench her cuntal cavity with his hot wonderful creamy cum, and she longed to taste Barry's fresh young sperm as well. Drunk on the weird masochistic excitement that was suddenly surging through her veins, Beulah fucked and sucked on the two cocks, anxious for the moment when their hot liquid passion would ejaculate into both ends of her wildly ravished body.
Behind her, Thomas was building toward the end. He began to fuck into her wetly dilated cunt harder and faster, battering mercilessly against the quivering cheeks of her naked upturned ass. His hands gripped her writhing hips, squeezing the soft satiny flesh, pulling the warm soft sheath of her throbbing damp cunt back over the thickness of his big cock as though he were thrusting his hand into a greased glove. His breath became hoarse and labored as his handsome face twisted into an almost grotesque mask of lust. He looked down at the lovely auburn-haired teacher's slender bucking body, and the sight of the woman who would be teaching him arithmetic Monday being skewered on both ends sent chills racing up and down his spine.
Meanwhile, the saliva in Beulah's mouth was becoming thick and sticky from the hot pre-ejaculate seeping from the tip of Barry's blood-engorged cock sunk into the warm depths of her buttery mouth. She could see Barry's slender hips straining before her face, and she sucked at his preadolescent prick with all her strength. The youngster's fingers wound suddenly into her long dark hair, pulling her tightly ovaled lips back and forth over the entire throbbing length of his thrusting pole of flesh, and she felt her excitement suddenly mounting as the youthful prick began throbbing wildly in her mouth. He was fucking it forward deep into her cavernous throat as though he wanted it to collide with his brother's prick pistoning into her belly from behind. Every moment seemed to bring her closer to a brain-shattering orgasm. There was nothing else in the world now but to please her two boys as well as her sensually aroused body could and to saturate herself in her own obscene pleasure at the same time.
Beulah felt the big fleshy staff fucking into her seething pussy begin to jerk and inflate just as her own orgasm rose in her body. She felt her thighs and ass being swept apart as Thomas fucked powerfully into her one last time, shoving his madly jerking prick as far as it would go up into her belly to spew his white hot load of sperm into her convulsing little cunt. She shamelessly slammed back on the thick hardness as she felt his hot churning cum flooding into her dilated womb, filling it until she thought she would burst, then dribbling back out of the hair-covered lips of her cock-impaled pussy. His bloated testicles slapped maddeningly against her erect clitoris, causing her to jerk spasmodically forward, burying the eight year old's cock in her wildly sucking mouth to the very hilt. Barry's burgeoning prick erupted then, filling her throat with the delicious fresh-tasting boyish sperm until she had to swallow rapidly to keep from choking on the great hot gushes that bloated her cheeks. Her lips clasped tightly around her younger lover's jerking member as she gulped desperately, not wanting to waste a single drop of the precious liquid, her mouth contracting around the fleshy rod like an elastic band. Still though, tiny droplets of thick white sperm ran from the corners of her mouth as the dark-haired youngster finally tugged his spent prick, now slimy and soft, from her sucking lips and collapsed on the rug before her. Cobweb-like strings of cum hung from her wetly parted lips, connecting her mouth to the deflated cock a few inches away.
Now the beautiful teacher skewered her ass-cheeks up against the still-squirting cock fucking into her hot cunt from behind, and with a short cry of delirious passion, she felt her body explode into a great burst of comets and shooting stars, the intensity of her orgasm wracking her entire being with exquisite ecstasy that sent her brain whirling.
"Aiiiiiieeeeee, I'm cummmmmming! I'm cummmmmmiiinnnnnnggg-g!" She gasped and shuddered, then began convulsing under the bold boy. Her orgasm went on and on, seemingly never to end, while she shrieked out each new wave of pleasure. But now her strength was suddenly gone and the curvaceous woman let her nakedly quivering body collapse onto the rug as Thomas's deflating prick slipped lifelessly out of her cum-drenched pussy with a lewd wet sucking sound. Her heart pounded as though it would burst through her chest as Thomas lay heavily on the rug beside her.
Beulah Myerson wearily lifted her head to study each of the two spent little boys in turn as they panted on either side of her. Even now when her blazing passion was spent, she knew that she loved both of them, and she felt a slight glow of warmth that she alone had been able to satisfy them so well. There was little else in her mind at that moment. She was too tired to think, her brain and body worn out by the emotional ordeal she had undergone. Somewhere in the back of her mind, the lovely teacher knew that she would have to, consider carefully about what had happened today with these boys, but right now she was filled with a new kind of warm contentment that precluded all reason or logic. No matter what happened now, it had all been worth it, and for the moment, at least, she had no regrets.
CHAPTER FIVE
Beulah had been to some very strange town meetings in her years as a teacher but never one that turned into a bingo game almost as soon as it started. It took about fifteen minutes for the members to read the minutes, make the treasurer's report, and shelve the business at hand until the next meeting, which, according to the minutes that were read, appeared to be standard practice. An interesting sidelight were the reasons given for such procedure. One was that no one would come to the town meetings if they didn't play bingo. Another was that in this town, the people didn't spend all night talking about how to spend money when they got it and then talking another night about how to get the money. No. They believed in attacking first things first. They would play bingo until they had enough money in the treasury to talk about, and they would have it there already if the cost of bingo prizes didn't keep going up.
In vain did the new teacher make the rounds from parent to parent at the bingo table, trying to win support for the glass in the school windows, Some were coolly polite and some smiled with an arrogance that made Beulah coil her hands into fists at her sides. One father voiced another attitude that seemed prevalent.
"Now, we'll just wait and see," he said with the air that tomorrow the windows were not going to be as important as they are today.
Wait and see what? she almost snapped but fought successfully to keep her temper under control. Yet what hurt her most was the genera coldness the people showed toward her. Surely they knew by now how much she had done for that school. They must realize that she had mad her own supplies, and that the children were at least learning at a reasonable rate! But all they had o their minds and even in their hearts on tow meeting night was bingo! She was going to feel very guilty making the janitor put those boards back up at the windows but it looked as though that was the only covering the holes were going to get.
She smiled wryly to herself as she recalled how in her very young days she would have bowed to the necessity of buying the glass herself. But over the years she had finally learned that her salary was hers and that she had earned the right to keep it for herself. Her smile was still wry as she thought of how imposed upon the people would feel if she asked them to kick in with donations for the glass, but she was willing to bet that one night's take at the bingo table would more than buy the glass, that is before the cost of the prizes was subtracted. There wasn't enough after that to even show up in the treasury balance!
So the entire weekend after that turned into a turmoil for Beulah. The janitor had grumbled although he said that he had expected to have to put the boards back up anyway. Every poster the teacher tried to make turned out terrible. Her little mimeograph machine, another free service she provided each school she worked in, ran out of ink and she couldn't find her full bottle anywhere. She knew that much of her problem lay in the fact that, the town meeting had upset her, the janitor had upset her, and she just could not sleep. By the time
Monday arrived, she was up almost at dawn, early but not bright, she thought wearily.
It was not a day in which to face a classroom of children, none of whom welcomed Monday any more than she did. It was not a day to face anybody, she thought while plugging in the coffeepot. There was time this morning to get into a passably good mood before class, but would chasing away the blues do any good if the minute the children came, they asked, as they would, one by one, "Miss, Myerson, why are the boards back up at the windows?"
She was not going to say, "Because your parents would rather spend their money playing bingo and winning prizes," although something like that would undoubtedly be on the tip of her tongue. No, she would lie and say, "Because the town can't fit glass into its budget this year!" God! What budget?
Laugh it off, Beulah, she told herself as she got out the sugar and the cream. Thank God for the friendly sound of the coffee perking. Yet it was because of the perking of the coffeepot that Beulah did not hear the rapping of the young knuckles on the back door right away. However, when the coffeepot stopped and the sound continued, after a moment of bewilderment, she went and opened the door.
"Thomas!" she exclaimed. "Honey, it's so early! Is something wrong at home?"
"Oh, no, Miss Myerson," the child said brightly. "I just thought I'd stop by for a visit before school." It occurred to Beulah that the child might be hungry. She knew that many of the children went without breakfast often, sometimes because of a lack of food in the home, but sometimes from a lack of interest on the parents' part in preparing breakfast. '
"How about some breakfast?" she asked, stepping aside to let him in. "Gee, thanks!"
Beulah then expanded her usual menu, which might not have included more than a soft boiled egg and a piece of toast, to hot cereal, bacon and eggs, and toast. It would go down hard for her this early in the morning, but she wanted him to have the nourishment. They were just finishing eating when Thomas brought up the subject of the town meeting on Friday night.
"My pa says you were looking for glass for the school windows."
She was almost relieved to think that anyone had even remembered that she was at the meeting. "What did he say?"
"He just laughed."
"Laughed?" she asked indignantly.
"Sure. He always laughs at the teachers. Everyone laughs at the teachers," the boy announced without concern.
Beulah had started to remove the dirty dishes from the table. Now she sat down in a state of shock.
"Why do they laugh at the teachers?" she asked in a whisper.
"Oh, not all teachers, just.. . " the boy stopped. He had obviously talked himself into some kind of corner. "Oh, Miss Myerson, I should have warned you," he blurted, not altogether convincingly, as though he were beginning a speech that had been planned, at least in rough detail.
"Told me what?" Beulah recalled wondering who the town scapegoat was. Had she unwittingly stepped into that position herself by asking for window glass? It wasn't fair!"
"Well," the boy said with downcast eyes. "There was a little trouble with the last teacher we had here, Miss Myerson. And to keep my ma and grandma from finding out, my pa and the other men told her not to come back."
Beulah, though, was figuring things out for herself and deduced that Thomas had been caught in an affair with the former teacher.
"Is that where you get your sexual expertise, Thomas?"
"Some of it," he admitted.
"Did your pa catch you?" '
"Naw! He doesn't spy on me," the boy maintained proudly. "I got kind of mad at her one day and ...."
"And what?"
"And told my pa she had used me, that's all."
Beulah was stunned. He had actually gone to his father and admitted his behavior as a form of revenge over a lover's quarrel! She could see that her intuitive fear of Thomas was justified after all! She had the fleeting idea of denying such allegations if made to her, but then there was Barry for a witness.. . .
"What ... what did your father do to you?" she asked helplessly.
"Me?" the boy looked at her quizzically. "Oh, Pa understands a guy's needs okay. He doesn't care what I do as long as my ma doesn't find out, or most especially my grandma."
"I see," Beulah said coldly and she certainly did see. "And just what did your former lover do that made you mad at her?"
She couldn't tell if the boy was breathing a sigh of relief because they had finally gotten around to the part he wanted to talk about or whether she saw the relief because of the suspicion that was growing in her mind.
"Oh well," he said darkly into his glass of milk. "She wanted to do everything her way and nothing my way!"
Beulah felt like a lead sinker at the end of a fishing line. "One thing you have learned in your experience, Thomas. You have learned how to be as devious as the best of the amateur crooks in this world. I'll have to hand you that, if you consider the talent worth having."
Thomas surprised her then by looking up straight into her eyes and grinning. She could see immediately that if she had accomplished nothing else in this town, she had retained, at least for the moment, Thomas Brown's boyish adoration, which was now a matter of practical concern.
"I love you, Miss Myerson," he said dreamily. "I love the way you always want to come straight to the point. No one else I've ever known was like that. It makes you sort of ... sort of strong. I ... I want to learn to be strong like you!"
Beulah would have to have been made of cement not to have felt some glow of warmth at his praise. Appreciation seemed rare in this town.
He continued, "Take off your robe, Miss Myerson. We're going to have lots of fun."
"Now, Thomas?" she asked in consternation, glancing up at the clock.
"Oh, we'll be finished in plenty of time for school. I promise. I don't want you to lose your job, at least not yet," he concluded with a smile that told her he thought he had made a joke.
Unfortunately, there was no time to think about it, no time to analyze and decide what she ought or ought not to do. The thinking and planning would have to be done later. For now she had no choice but to comply with his wishes. As quickly as she could, she did as she was ordered. This was the second time he was taking her, at least all the way, against her will. As she tore off her robe, she knew she was also discarding every bit of affection she had felt for Thomas. From now on they were enemies, bitter enemies to the end.
She could feel his eyes burning away at her flesh as she removed the last of her garments, a pair of underpants, but she had to ignore the feelings of revulsion that were growing in her stomach as this mere boy made her do what he willed. She was moving like an automaton now, mindlessly stripping her body to his lewd gaze while he stood motionless by the table watching.
"You're very beautiful," he suddenly said as she stood motionless and naked before him, her robe and panties in her hands. He could probably sense that something was dead in her as indeed it was. "Put your stuff on the chair," he directed then. "I want to see how my cock looks in between your pretty lips, Miss Myerson."
"You're very beautiful," he suddenly said as she walked to the chair to lay her clothes over the back. Thomas followed her and when she turned around, he was already for her, his fly open and his cock, though still inside, beginning to bulge. She hesitated for just a second and immediately felt the chill of angry impatience that radiated from the child's young body. She shuddered and fell to her place on the floor between his knees. He straightened his legs and spread them apart so she could crawl between them, sliding his hips back onto the chair at the same time so his ass-cheeks were resting on the edge. As Beulah moved between them, he wound his fingers in her gleaming auburn hair and jerked her head down, bringing his pelvis up at the same time so she could feel the heat of his rigidly swelling prick beneath the fabric of his pants. She closed her eyes in bitter submission, vowing to get through the ordeal without angering him again.
"Take it out, Miss Myerson," he hissed down at her, twisting his fingers in her hair until she winced from the pain.
She looked up surprised. She had forgotten how nasty he could get. Then she reached forward anxiously to do as he commanded, needing to gain time to know just what to do. For now there was nothing she dared do but try desperately to please him, and so she fumbled with the opening of his shorts to release the stiffly throbbing cock underneath.
"You better hurry, Miss Myerson," he reminded her. "I don't want to go to school with cum in my pants.! "
Finally after she fumbled for another moment, the bloated young fleshy cock burst into the air through the two openings. The boy guided her reluctant hand and wrapped it around the thickly puffed boyish rod, skinning it back so that the brunt gleaming head was a scant few inches from her eyes. Then he put his hands to her mouth, opening her lips as he pushed the hot rubber flesh of his cock tauntingly against her teeth. She could see down the full length of the rigid rod of flesh and remembered with a start that it was a year longer than Barry's!
She flinched from the sight, sickened by having it all taken out of her hands, by the idea of her mouth being used not as a receptacle of love but of lust by a boy who was beginning to revolt her now so that she wondered if she would be able to look at him in class with any kind of composure. The very thought of the creamy sperm he would spew into her throat made her gag a little, but just then his fingers tightened in her hair, reminding her that she had no choice but to do his bidding. The kneeling teacher sighed and opened her lips, and immediately the thick pole of flesh fucked forward into her mouth. She could feel the bulbous head sliding wetly along the full length of her tongue inside filling the warm cavern of her mouth with the pungent salty taste of his semen.
Thomas began a slow undulation of his hips on the chair, his boyish cock slipping in and out of her mouth with a wet sluicing sound. His hand gripped tightly in her auburn hair, automatically and rhythmically guiding her head back and forth. A satisfied grin spread over his face as he looked down and saw the sight of his heavily swollen prick pistoning brutally into the lovely teacher's trapped face. She would never jerk him off again and then take up with his own brother, no sireee! He let his hands drop down to explore the flawless ivory white flesh of her tits, tweaking and twisting the small buds of her nipples into hardness. His fingers kneaded her velvety flesh hungrily as he watched the long cudgel of his white flesh sawing into her widely ovaled rosy mouth. It was an exciting picture, one he'd thought last week that he would never see. He lifted his hand again to trap her face between his palms, pressing in with his fingertips to feel the movement of his cock fucking in and out between her cheeks. He pulled her mouth harder over his thickened prick and gazed delightedly at her straining lips as she moaned in submission between his legs now.
"Suck it, you beautiful fucking teacher, suck my cock!" he groaned as he jerked his crotch upward to drive the tip of his hard cock deep down into her throat, causing her to gag and choke.
Beulah could feel his fingers crawling over her nakedly kneeling body as her head bobbed up and down on the fleshy shaft protruding from his abdomen. In the morning light the base of his prick was shadowed as though it sprouted from a bush of ghostly pubic hairs that she could see and not feel. Her mind wandered in dazed half-thought. Nothing mattered to her anymore now except to get this horrible ordeal over with, and she dully wondered how many more times he thought he was going to get her to submit to his vile desires against her will to buy a job that she doubted was worth it anymore. She wondered, too, if Barry was going to become like this.
Thomas groaned as the lovely teacher voluntarily began to run her tongue wetly around and around the smooth rubbery flesh of the head of his cock. Knowing now that she was no better than the worst prostitute for giving in to him this way, Beulah did not struggle against the lewd fires of passion that were once again rekindling in her loins. There was no longer any reason to fight the traitorous responses of her body, she reasoned bitterly, and if she gave the boy pleasure, he would perhaps not stand in the way of her still seeing Barry. She began sucking to please him, swirling around the lust-swollen glans with her tongue and flicking teasingly at the tiny slitted opening at the end. The sharp pungent taste and odor of his liquid seeping out caused her mouth to salivate and her nostrils to flare in arousal. She would give him anything he wanted now. She just didn't care anymore.
The dark, curly-haired boy groaned and twisted above her as her auburn head bobbed slavishly over his lust-bloated shaft of flesh. He watched with obscene delight as her tightly stretched lips strained at his thick pulsating prick, sucking voraciously as though she wanted to swallow it whole. She was drawing at his throbbing cock like a wanton whore, as his father would say, and the thick fucking instrument seemed to disappear into her face as he jammed it upward with clenching ass-cheeks, driving it deep into her warmly gulping mouth, until the velvet skin of his smooth pubic area rubbed the tip of her nose, like an ashtray snubbing a cigarette.
Then suddenly, inspired with another idea, he pushed her head suddenly away from his loins, his rampant cock pulling from her sucking mouth with a lewd popping sound. Beulah's eyes fluttered open in surprise at his abrupt withdrawal, and she searched his face for some sign that she had displeased him. But his face was positively aglow with boyish mischief and made her realize that the morning would hold much more in the way of humiliation than she had expected.
He got up from the chair and said, "Get up close to the chair and lean over," Now what she had read in his eyes as boyish mirth seemed more like a cruel, merciless glint that sent chills of foreboding down her spine. She no longer knew what to expect. This nine year old had her in a terrible position and he knew it. Obvious jealous of her preference for his younger brother over him, she was certain that Thomas would more than enjoy subjecting her to every depraved and lewd act that came into his mind. Silently she obeyed him, kneeling over so that the tips of her tits dangled over the warm place on the chair where he had been sitting. She wondered what he was doing behind her and trembled a bit with fear and humiliation, yet she knew she would have to follow the boy's commands if she wanted to preserve her job and maybe even her freedom.
"What are you going to do?" she inquired fearfully and trying to sound authoritative, turning her head back so that she could see him hovering over her defenselessly up-thrust ass.
"It's gonna be a surprise, Miss Myerson," the boy tittered in a way that terrified her. Now he dropped his pants to his knees. "Something I bet you ain't ever tried before. I want you to feel my big cock where no other boy has ever been!"
Beulah felt his young hands pulling apart the smooth moons of her ass and his fingers curling down to the surprisingly wet slit of her pussy. She was absolutely bewildered by his words until she felt him slipping a fingertip up from the warm moistness of her dully throbbing cunt up toward the tiny hole of her ass. The tip of his finger, slippery from her cuntal juices, circled teasingly around the puckered gray ring guarding the entrance of her rectum for a moment and then with a sudden thrust stuck inside with a jerk all the way up to the first knuckle.
The beautiful teacher jumped forward against the chair with the first searing flash of pain, then quivered as she realized what he was intending to do to her. God! She couldn't believe where this boy got his ideas! She had braced herself for anything but this! She knew that she would have to give the boy anything he wanted, but this just wasn't human. It wasn't right. She didn't believe he meant it, but was just trying to frighten her, trying to make her crawl and plead with him. Furiously she clenched her legs and ass-cheeks tightly together and wrenched free of his impaling finger. He wouldn't dare to make love to her there, she thought indignantly! Possibly he wondered if it was possible to do it. But then, too, maybe all he had thought of doing was sticking his finger in.
She was almost relieved as she heard him tittering again at her insulted reaction, and she felt his hands move away. They were replaced suddenly with his lips, kissing and biting her smooth ovaled ass with sharp little nips. She could feel him spread her ass-cheeks apart with his thumbs to lick the hot, slightly sweating crack between. She moaned in humiliation as he pulled and stretched at her soft fleshy globes, straining at her tight rubber anal ring until it parted slightly to the coolness of the room's air.
Now she was frightened and she tried to clench her fearfully trembling ass-cheeks together again but the pressure of his thumbs inserted in the moist crack was too much. Her ass-cheeks were cruelly stretched away from each other, and the kneeling teacher was mortified at the idea of the bold, unwanted blackmailer hovering obscenely over her defenselessly puckering ass-hole. She felt the smooth rub of his legs brushing against her sensitive inner thighs as he drew closer, and then suddenly she felt the tip of his outstretched middle finger again at the naked hairless opening to her rectum.
Instinctively, she tightly clenched her muscles to stop the brutal penetration she knew at last was about to come, but it was futile as the brazen little boy shoved his finger forward with a grunt, digging it into her warm buttery back ass passage.
Beulah Myerson leaped forward with a loud gasp of protest, but Thomas ruthlessly jabbed forward again, impaling his thin finger deeper into her cringing ass-hole. Little moans of complaint escaped her lips as he drilled deeper and deeper, expanding the natural narrowness of her ass-hole until she thought she would faint from the cruel probe. Smiling at her like a fiendish kid playing doctor with his worst enemy, he began to move it around the tight opening, sawing it in and out to stretch the tiny ass-hole.
A flicker of surprised pleasure lighted Beulah's face as the pain gradually faded to be replaced by a strangely enjoyable sensation, a sensation she had never experienced before. This was certainly not anything she had taught her little boys to do, and she usually was the teacher in the relationship. Now she relaxed slightly and tentatively squirmed her hips back against his hand until without warning, she felt the extra pressure of another finger jamming unexpectedly in alongside the first. It hurt this time and she squealed angrily.
"Oh, stop it, Thomas!" she snapped over her shoulder. "What kind of teacher did you make love to last year?"
"Teachersssss," the boy corrected.
"How many teachersssss," Beulah asked and added as an afterthought, " ... did you make love to last year?"
"Four," came the prompt, pleased reply.
Now he placed a hand on the small of her back, pinning her to the chair and the chair to the wall as he screwed both fingers into her mercilessly, digging in cruelly to stretch the tiny puckered hole until she grunted in pain each time he turned and twisted his fingers in the narrow channel.
Then, once again, her face registered, first startled disbelief, then darning pleasure as the pain once again faded and her ass-hole became accustomed to the unnatural invasion. Beulah couldn't believe that anything so perverted could feel so good, but it did, and it sent wild thrills of erotic pleasure shooting through her loins. Her mouth opened slackly and she began to pant and gasp as his fingers worked around and around her stretched ass-hole until it became as hungry as her cunt would have. Behind her, the boy's brown eyes danced as he felt the voluptuously kneeling teacher begin to squirm beneath him in total surrender.
"Now, Miss Myerson, I'm going to give you your very favorite," he gloated like an evil little monster playing "trick" on a Halloween victim who didn't "treat!"
Despite the tremor of fear that passed through her at his words, Beulah could not help nodding eagerly. His fingers felt so good there, a completely new sensation she had never known before. Without even thinking of what she was saying, she gasped, "Yes, fuck me there! Fuck me up my ass!"
Thomas pulled his fingers out of her as suddenly as he had shoved them in. They slipped out of the warm tight passage, the pink anal ring clasping at them devouringly until they popped out with a slight sucking sound. Then, he dropped his head between her thighs and licked wetly at the entire crack of her ass, using the tip of his wet tongue to moisten the tiny hole for the entry of his stone hard prick. Beulah excitedly wriggled her ass-cheeks back against the gently teasing sensation of his pink tongue, willingly presenting her now hot rounded ass-cheeks to the blackmailing little nine year old lothario of Blackberry Hill School. He shuffled forward up between her widespread thighs and positioned his eagerly lusting cock so that its lust-swollen head rested in the damp quivering crack between her shapely ass-cheeks.
"Now, take it and put it in your ass-hole, Miss Myerson," he rasped, impatient to complete the subjugation of the beautiful teacher.
Beulah reached back through the arch of her open legs to grasp his young jutting rock-hard staff, but as her fingers wrapped hotly around it, a sudden expression of fright flashed across her lovely face. She was so small, she thought, even in relation to other women. All of her holes were too small for him, she realized fearfully, as her fingers slowly encircled the thickness of the pulsing young cock. She stroked it slowly, doubt appeared on her face.
"Put it in, Miss Myerson," he repeatedly threatened, his hands grasping at her nakedly exposed hips to hold them steady in the air in front of him.
Beulah submitted, positioning the blunt-headed weapon of stony cock flesh against the tight, hairless hole of her ass. She held her breath as she felt the hotly throbbing instrument begin to prod against her tiny opening and realized that her fears had been well-founded. It felt incredibly huge back-to! She could never take such a monstrosity into her rectum without tearing her apart. Assholes were simply not meant for this sort of thing! She tried to get away, but the table was to her left, the chair and wall in front the back of the chair and another wall to the right. From behind, he held her securely.
The boy was delighted by her helplessness and the muscles in his stomach strained against his shirt as he pressed forward. Beulah felt the tentative probing between her open ass-cheeks grow into a merciless pressure against her tiny, helplessly puckering ass-hole.
"Oh, no, I ... I don't think you'd better," she suddenly cried as the straining nether ring abruptly gave way before the pressure, and his huge-feeling cock-head popped inside her brutally stretched hole with a sudden rush that sent a jolt of agony arching through her loins.
Dignity or no dignity, she could not help herself. The pain was so unbearable that she twisted and screamed again and again, bucking like a pony against him as she tried to escape the human impalement. But there was no escape from the horror and degradation of the depraved attack on her helpless body, and every movement of her nakedly thrashing ass seemed only to wedge the thick rigid prick more securely in her wide-stretched ass-hole.
Thomas watched her vain effort to pull away, grinning gleefully as he held her hips solidly in place.
"Stop it hurts. Oh God! It's too tight," his teacher begged, her blue eyes wide with agony as his pressing thighs continued to force the thickly swollen member deep up inside her resisting virginal rectum. She could hardly think. Every way was pain and more pain, vibrating through every fiber of her being, the flaring cock-head trying to fuck into her, pushing the soft rubbery rectal, flesh inside her in great waves of pain before it. Ignoring her pleas, he hammered inch after tortured inch up into her vainly resisting ass, filling her backside so completely that the helplessly kneeling teacher felt as though she were being impaled on a tree trunk instead of a nine year old boy's cock! She grunted in anguished submission, her beautiful face twisted in torment, until suddenly she felt the smooth skin of his loins smack heavily into the softness of her upturned ass. Only then did she realize that he had done the impossible, his cruel fleshy thickness was buried up to the hilt in her ass-hole!
The Brown boy chuckled lewdly and throbbed his long hard prick deep within the narrow confines of his teacher's ass-hole. "Ain't it great, Miss Myerson?" he asked. "Ain't it the greatest to be fucked in the ass?"
Beulah Myerson heard the boy snicker again and she groaned in anguish. The excitement she had felt before was ripped away by the reality and overpowering presence of that hotly pulsating staff embedded so deeply in her ass. She had never felt so soiled and debauched in her life she thought miserably, as the boy began to fuck rhythmically in and out of the depths of her tortured ass.
As the cruel boy fucked the full thick length of his punishing rod of granite flesh into her with long smooth strokes, sobs of pain and misery were wracked from her chest. Thomas gloated over the sight of her pink clasping flesh pulling out with the thick base of his gleaming white cock every time he withdrew for another vicious fuck inside. This was it, he thought triumphantly. Now he was fixing the haughty bitch of a teacher who had thrown him over for Barry. He was ass-fucking her, and before it was over she would like it like all the others, whether she wanted to or not.
Amazed, Beulah again realized that the agony was beginning to ease. The pain itself was becoming oddly pleasurable. She was beginning to experience some strange masochistic enjoyment from each thrust of his fucking cock up into her belly, and she tentatively began to move back to meet him. As she shoved backwards to meet the forward movement of his loins, she felt the implacable passion rekindling in her body, and suddenly she was shamelessly twisting and waving the whiteness of her ass back at him in a lewd invitation to fuck harder and deeper. Her nakedly rounded ass-cheeks were swinging in tiny rotating circles, clenching tightly around the hot pistoning length of his veined cock with a slight throb of her rectal muscles on every out-stroke.
Sweat began to pour down the boy's face. He stared down in sadistic delight as his sperm-laden balls smacked resoundingly against her moistened cuntal crack every time he sank his prick to the hilt in her wide-split crevice. He knew the beautiful auburn-haired teacher was his to do with as he wished now. She was kneeling before him like the naked love slaves in his father's books, prepared to follow his every command. He would fuck her now better than Barry or better than she had ever been fucked before. He'd always wanted to fuck a teacher in the ass but he'd always run into trouble with them at this point, but now he had the most beautiful teacher who had ever come to the Blackberry Hill School. Hell, she was loving it, he realized as he watched the ecstatic wiggling of her ass and her long auburn hair swirling around her neck and shoulders as she bucked frantically back to get more of his long thick nine year old cock embedded so deeply in her stretched ass-hole.
"Oh, fuck! Fuck me, Thomas!" she moaned beneath him as he fucked forward as far as he could, pulling the softly yielding cheeks of her ass wide apart to allow him to go deeper. He held it there to tease both of them and was rewarded by the impassioned movement of her nakedly rotating ass back against his smooth loins.
He began to fuck into her quivering backside with long, unending thrusts, hard and deep, with brutal slaps on her white skin that resounded through the little house. His young sweating face dripped onto her lovely hollowing back, making it glisten in the sun that streamed full force now through the windows. His breath came in short angry gasps as he gripped the tops of her thighs with his fingers, squeezing with all his strength to pull her ass-hole back over his hotly expanding cock like fitting a boot. He heard her half-scream from the pleasure mixed with pain as he increased the vigor and power of his strokes.
Beulah Myerson waved her ass-cheeks salaciously back against the boy's pounding fucks, her mind blurred by the intensity of the sensation. She felt no pain now, only an exquisitely warm wet sensation in the crack of her ass, and she felt filled as she'd never been before. She was certainly a whore now, selling any part of her body so that she would not have to pay for her lust for little boys. What was especially ironic was that it was a little boy who was doing the buying! Well, she didn't really care anymore. She was loving it! She wanted him to cum, to shoot his creamy sperm deep up into her thirsty rectum. She strained back against the huge shaft of pulsing flesh as she felt it balloon into an even size, stretching her anal muscles almost beyond endurance.
"Oh, cum, you little bastard, cum!" she grunted as she felt him thrust the full length of his rock-hard prick far up into her warm rectum, his body jerking convulsively, his hands digging like claws into the softly yielding flesh of her hips.
Beulah screamed like a coyote as the first hot spurt of his cum shot into the wildly sucking depths of her ass. It surged through her body like a volcanic eruption, and she felt her belly muscles rippling as they massaged hotly at his thickly exploding shaft of cockflesh. Thomas fucked forward with a mighty thrust that made his heavily swaying balls scrape over her lust-swollen clitoris setting off her own orgasm.
The teacher's body tensed and convulsed as the long awaited peak of sensation was finally achieved, then she gasped as she felt his limply deflated shaft being quickly withdrawn from her cum-flooded little ass-hole. There was a slight, wet sucking sound as it slipped out from between the full white moons of the cum-smeared cheeks. Then a sudden rush of cool air washed over the steamy wetness of her loins as Thomas got shakily to his feet behind her.
Beulah collapsed on the floor below the chair, but not before she caught something out of the corner of her eye that did not register immediately on her exhausted brain. Something, yellow had passed the kitchen window on its way by. . . .
"Oh, Thomas!" she suddenly groaned, turning over and sitting bolt upright. "The school bus just went by. Oh, my God!"
The beautiful teacher was on her feet in an instant. She dashed for her robe and panties on the back of the chair and then started to carry them with her toward her bedroom, galloping by the boy and almost knocking him over.
"Get out of here," she hissed. "Get up there to school fast ... fast!" she urged the child, who was lazily pulling up his pants as though he had all the time in the world. She didn't wait to see whether or not he complied but ran to her room to get quickly dressed.
She didn't even consider giving him a ride. That was his problem, she thought. Let him run. Then as she was running a comb through her long auburn hair, she thought of all the little boys in the three grades of her one room school, especially of little Benjamin Brown the third Brown boy, who was only six and very-likely couldn't ejaculate if he tried, although it was hard telling about these Brown kids.
She had the boys on her mind as she drove to the school house and automatically picked up Thomas when she saw him trudging along the road as though he had all the time in the world to spare. He was a boy she ought not to be seen with, she realized. He looked rather downcast, sitting in the seat beside him. He was probably a little ashamed now. Good! Because if she could keep him in her power long enough, play a balancing game with him until the end of the term, at least, she was going to rape every boy in her class, even little Benjamin Brown, whether he could or couldn't! Then maybe, before she left, she'd add a few more broken panes of glass as a memorial for them to remember her by A-B, after Beulah.
