When the staff of St. Patrick's Boarding School for Boys had been approached as to the possibility of one teacher staying at the school during the Christmas Vacation, Sylvia Draper, French Mistress had been the only willing contender. Everyone else, it seemed, had plans for the Christmas Vacation. Sylvia herself had had plans until only quite recently but then they had been smashed with the disappearance of her fianc'e, Nigel Roth with an actress.
Sylvia and Nigel had been engaged for only three months, although they had been dating for almost a year. Being tucked away in Concord, Mass. at the school for the most part, she had only seen Nigel during holidays and occasional weekends. She had thought however that he had been faithful to her. Upon her arrival the last time in New York she had discovered to her dismay that he had been more than a playboy during the entire courtship and that, without a word to her, other than a curt letter he had left for her in the hands of a close friend, he had gone back to England accompanied by an English actress. Sylvia had been stunned, almost catatonic for a week but finally she had pulled herself together and resumed her teaching post at St. Patrick's.
Life at school was very absorbing and gave her little time for self-reflection and so her wounds were slowly healing. Christmas was almost upon the school, however, and Sylvia had no plans. Her parents were no longer alive and her brother Harry was in the Peace Corps. She was the obvious choice to stay with the twins.
She thought of them now as she ran a bath for herself, Joel and Justin Greyson, 12 years old, flaming red hair and green eyes. . . Sylvia gave a start then as she pictured the boys, of course, they had exactly the same coloring as Nigel-what a strange coincidence! Their parents were in the Diplomatic Service in the Middle East and due to some trouble presently brewing there they had preferred that the boys didn't join them for Christmas, as planned. There was no one else in the States either who could take them, no Grandparents living and seemingly no close relatives-so it had fallen upon St. Patrick's to find a solution...Sylvia Draper was the obvious choice.
She tossed her short black curly hair now and turning her deep blue eyes to the mirror she scrutinized herself thoroughly. Why did Nigel reject me-she still wondered. Am I not beautiful enough? Looking at herself objectively she knew that it wasn't true. She was very pretty-tall and willowy, almost a model's figure but with one difference-she had good firm melon-like breasts. Long tapering thighs, curvaceous hips-in fact Sylvia Draper caused more than one man at St. Patrick's to get a hard on, not only St. Patrick's either-several men in the small town of Concord had tried, without success, to get inside Sylvia's pants. However, for the past year she had eyes for no one but Nigel and once in love, Sylvia couldn't fuck with anyone else. She was basically monogamous. Since Nigel's disappearance she had been too shocked to allow anyone else into the inner sanctum...I'll give the boys a good Christmas she thought kindly to herself, make up for everything they think they're missing out on...poor boys!
Sylvia lowered herself into the tub now, feeling the hot water gently soothing her tired limbs and almost immediately, against her better wishes, her body began to feel erotic as the warmth pervaded her. She had noticed recently that she had been feeling more and more horny, for the most part she had been able to ignore it but it was becoming more and more difficult for her. She yearned to feel a man's cock in her pussy, mostly she yearned for Nigel's cock and she spent many long hours dreaming of the way it used to be with him, how they would lie for hours and hours deeply imbedded within each other. How could he leave me that way, she cried over and over to herself, it was so cruel, so very cruel. . . and he didn't even have the guts to confront me!
Almost without realizing what she was doing now in the hot sudsy water, Sylvia allowed her fingers to glide down her glistening wet thighs and insinuate themselves between the quivering columns of her shapely legs. Oh No! she thought suddenly as she realized where her hand was, I mustn't do this, I mustn't! and yet it was almost as if she had no control over herself. Her fingers slid knowingly between the throbbing outer lips of her fulfillment-denied vagina and found the hardening little knob of her clitoris. A deep gasp escaped her parted lips as unconsciously her long slender legs parted in the swirling water. Her fingers began to fondle the burgeoning clitoral bud and she felt tremors of mounting excitement coursing through her. She could feel the tiny blood-filled knob pulsating fiercely between her fingers, growing stiffer and bigger with each passing second and each deft stroke of her busily working fingers. Her other hand crept up to massage one of her heaving breasts, lewdly rolling the tautening nipple under her palm. She could feel her entire body straining to glean every titillating jolt from her own erotic caresses as tantalizing need rampaged through her frustrated frame.
Sylvia was now uncontrollably lost, what did it matter if she gave herself to herself-there was no one to see her-it would help her to relax and make her feel so good.
Her fingers continued to swirl licentiously around the tenderly twitching furrow of her pussy, circling the small clasping cuntal opening nestled between the hair rimmed outer folds. She was grinding her buttocks rhythmically into the slippery bathtub while at the same time arching her quivering vaginal mound against the wantonly probing friction of her own fingers.
The aroused black-haired French teacher craved release now, her mouth hung open in wanton abandonment and she was oblivious to everything but the incredible spasms of enveloping pleasure that were convulsing through her.
She fondled and massaged the burning plane of her own writhing pussy, edging her fingers nearer and nearer the tantalizing opening to her helplessly aroused body. Finally with a moan, she inserted her middle finger up into the grasping moistened passage.
"Oh God...oooooohhhhh...mmmmmmmmmnnnnn...."
She couldn't keep back the sounds of pleasure as she rotated her finger eagerly around in her warm moist vaginal depths, as she felt the inner walls closing in avidly on the welcome intrusion. The fires of her consuming arousal were momentarily quenched only to light again with renewed intensity.
Sylvia's body was now suffused with incredible longing, nothing else mattered. Her writhing hips were spraying the water out of the tub so it splashed noisily onto the floor, but she was oblivious. Her fingers drove frenziedly up into the clutching moistness of her tingling pussy and her whole body rocked in unison with the rhythmic fiery churning which possessed her inflamed loins.
"Oh my God...aaaaaahhhhhhhhhh...." she gasped again and again as she felt her wildly aroused body rocketing blindly along to the mind-shattering brink of approaching climax. She was going to cum from her own fingers fucking insanely up into her passion incensed cunt. She knew it was wrong and evil but she couldn't stop herself now-she had to have release-no matter what the cost!
"Ohhhhhhhh... I'm cumming!" the French teacher cried helplessly as tremendous spasms of exhilarating pleasure shuddered through her, leaving her gasping and breathless as the giant convulsions of animal excitement coursed through her wanton body.
Her plunging fingers continued to dip frantically in and out of her pussy as she rode the waves of her orgasm. Her breasts were dancing lewdly on her chest and her voluptuous body shook with abandoned passion as her softly rounded ass-cheeks clenched and unclenched against the bottom of the tub.
At length she sank back into the tub, totally satiated, a smile of pleasure pervading her beautiful face. She closed her eyes, allowing the water to lap gently up around her face. She felt so good-she had needed the release and she refused to feel guilty about it. It was bad enough sometimes to be the only female teacher at a boy's private school. Some of the boys were eighteen years old and almost old enough to be her lover and she knew that more than one staff member wanted to fuck her. She held herself, as always though, before for Nigel and now, for, well, she really didn't know except that no one had really turned her on.
I'm going to give the Greyson twins a really good Christmas though, she thought kindly to herself. We'll skate on the pond, make snowmen, go to the village on Christmas morning, get a tree and decorate it. Oh yes, and I'll go into town on Saturday and get the boys some presents. I'll do whatever I can to make it a good Christmas for them...whatever I can!
CHAPTER TWO
Joel and Justin the red-headed twins could hardly believe their luck... to spend the Christmas vacation with Sylvia Draper was an erotic fantasy come true. Quite unknown to the French teacher she was the object of many of the boys' fantasies-in fact she probably would have been shocked enough to leave the school had she listened in to more than one conversation in the dormitory after lights were out.
When the twins had been informed that their parents couldn't have them for Christmas they had been devastated, when, however the following day, Miss Draper had offered to stay with them they had been overjoyed. Not only that, they were the envy of the entire school and more than one bet had been laid against them that they couldn't tempt Miss Draper into any erotic games during the holidays. Justin Greyson, who was more assertive than Joel had even laid a bet, his entire January allowance, that he would even get to fuck Miss Draper during Christmas. Naturally, no one thought it possible but Justin was a determined boy, when he set his mind to something, he usually got it!
The last parents had collected their boys and the last bus had gone to the station. All of the teachers had packed and gone and Sylvia D raper was finally alone with Justin and Joel. Even the Headmaster and his family, who usually spent Christmas at the school had gone to the Bahamas for a change, the Headmaster had had pneumonia earlier on in the term and the doctor had recommended two weeks in the sun for him. The Headmaster and his wife had very kindly offered Sylvia and the boys their home for the vacation and Sylvia had gladly accepted.
She showed the boys to their bedroom after dinner, telling them warmly how happy she was to be able to spend the vacation with them and promising them a trip into town in the morning. "Well get a tree and some lights and order a bird for Christmas day. We'll have a lot of fun boys, I promise you," the voluptuous young teacher had smiled.
Now, alone in their room, the twins were undressing for bed.
"Miss Draper is so beautiful, don't you think so Justin," Joel sighed.
"Beautiful isn't the word for her," Justin grinned, "she's darn right sexy, if you ask me."
"Yes, but I think she's purer than you think
Justin," Joel said quietly.
"We'll see about that Joel, we'll see," Justin said grinning lewdly to himself as he thought of all the things he'd like to do to the sexy French teacher. Justin Grayson then took a little envelope out of his school satchel and started to pour over the pictures that he took out.
"What've you got Justin," Joel asked innocently.
"Can you keep your mouth shut if I show you Joel."
"Sure!"
"Okay, then, look at these," he said as he tossed the pile of pictures over to his twin.
Joel Greyson looked in disbelief at the photographs. They were all nude women, holding the most lewd poses he'd ever seen...it almost made him sick to look at them, sick and kind of funny in his stomach. Joel was quite different from his twin. He liked women but he was afraid of them and the thought of making love to them was almost too much for him. I'll be much older when I make love, he always thought. Most of the boys in the dormitory talked about sex and Joel joined in, so as not to be different, but deep down inside he was really shy about the whole thing. He was staring intently at the pictures when Miss Draper came into the bedroom to say "goodnight" to the boys.
"What do you have in your hands, Joel," she asked directly.
"Oh...I-I... nothing Miss Draper," the boy said, blushing all shades of red and purple.
"If it's nothing, then you'll let me see whatever it is, won't you," Miss Draper said firmly.
Justin flashed Joel a "don't give them to her" look but Joel quietly handed the photographs to Miss Draper.
The French teacher was shocked but she tried not to show it, she didn't want the vacation to start off on a strange footing.
"I'm really quite surprised at both of you," she said to Joel and Justin, giving them both a penetrating look. "I hope we won't have any such similar occurrence during the Christmas vacation."
"Oh no, I promise you," Joel stuttered. Justin just said nothing and stared into space...damn it, he hated getting caught by a woman with dirty pictures, it was humiliating.
Miss Draper left the boys' room, turning off the light and retreated in the privacy of the Headmaster's bedroom.
Joel felt absolutely miserable, he hated to be so humiliated in front of the French Teacher, he just wanted to die, he noticed that it didn't seem to upset his twin Justin...but then very little did seem to upset him.
"Stupid fucker," Justin said to his twin as Sylvia Draper left the room, "did you have to show them to her?"
"I'm sorry Justin," Joel sniffled.
"Oh well, forget it."
"Goodnight," Joel said quietly as he climbed into his bed and pulled the covers up around his neck.
"Yeah Joel, goodnight."
The quieter twin, Joel was asleep within minutes but Justin lay awake staring at the ceiling. It's funny, he thought to himself, me and Joel are the same age but I feel older somehow. Justin felt stupid having been caught in that position with Miss Draper but he never would have allowed Joel to see that. He knew that a lot of things were happening to his body these days, things he hadn't even talked with Joel about and until recently they had talked about everything.
Sometimes at night he'd wake up and find his cock all stiff and hard and sometimes the bed would be wet. He thought about Miss Draper now and how he'd love to get his cock inside her voluptuous body.
Suddenly, without warning, young Justin Greyson's penis began to stiffen into pulsating hardness. "Joel," he called out to his twin...he had to make sure he was really sleeping. There was no reply.
Justin knew that he had to jerk himself off. His head still swirled with the last conversation his father had had with him the previous summer. "Boy," he father had said, "I want you to. know that it's wrong and sinful to touch yourself in any way...do you hear me? Never let me catch you touching yourself, boy, do you hear, never...."
The young boy couldn't help himself however, sometimes when he was jerking off, he'd imagine a dark angel swooping down and smiting him to the ground for defying God's wishes. That's what his father had said, it was against God's wishes to touch himself. . . but Justin Greyson just couldn't help himself and he knew that if he kept stroking his boy cock for a little while longer, it would explode and he would get the wonderfully erotic and sensual feeling inside of him that he always got when he touched himself. How could it be wrong when it felt so good....
The beautiful French teacher tried to sleep but found she couldn't, so she slipped into her robe and went downstairs to the Headmaster's small drinks cabinet. She poured herself a stiff brandy and felt it take effect immediately. A little alcohol always helped Sylvia Draper to relax, just a little was all it took.
She thought again of the twins asleep upstairs. She had been more than shocked when she first looked at the dirty pictures but then upon second thought she had realized that it was probably quite natural. After all, she said to herself, they're just beginning to realize there is a definite difference between men and women.
Her mind drifted back to the red-headed twins again, and she realized once more that they both reminded her of Nigel, although Joel, the shyer of the twins was her favorite. It was the way he held his lower lip that reminded her particularly of Nigel. She couldn't help but notice either that when she thought of Joel a little tingle of elicit excitement ran up and down her spine. . . it's almost as if I'm sexually attracted to him, she thought, how could that be. He's so young!
Sylvia finished the rest of her second drink and yawned. She started back up the stairs, deciding to just pop her head around the boys' door to make sure they were asleep. The door was a little ajar as she reached it and the salacious sight that greeted her eyes was almost enough to cause her to faint on the spot.
There was just enough moonlight coming through the window for her to see that it was Justin sitting on the edge of his bed...he was playing with himself. Sylvia Draper felt her knees buckle and she steadied herself on the doorframe being careful not to make a sound. She could see quite clearly the exposed part of his genitals-he was clutching frantically at his hardened young penis!
The French teacher's eyes were glued now on the slender length of Justin's cock as he jerked wildly on it. His head was thrown back in sheer wanton abandon, and she could hear little animal moans of pleasure.
Wild emotions began to flood the French teacher's body and she was very well aware that-instead of stopping him and being really shocked-she was extremely turned on! She continued to stare at his half-naked young body, tensing and flexing vigorously as he stroked his eager burgeoning penis with his nimble hand...she knew she should move away, but she couldn't!
Some force was rooting the French teacher to the spot and causing her eyes to be fixed on the reddish rod of jerking cock-flesh jutting out from his flaming red pubic curls.
Sylvia Draper's brain was numbed as the boy sawed his penis back and forth in his hand. The lewd rhythmic thrusts of his hips as he was overwhelmed with accelerating pleasure echoed lasciviously throughout her dazed consciousness. They seemed to elicit an unwanted reaction deep in her own loins which made them churn almost imperceptibly in time to Justin's salacious masturbation on the bed. Suddenly she realized that this was no different from her own masturbation. Nigel had left her ragged, alone and helpless and she had had to help herself and now young Justin Greyson was doing the same thing.
Oh God! she thought wildly to herself, how can I spend the Christmas vacation with these two boys, my body feels like it's on fire...I'm so hungry to be fucked myself I don't think I can stand it.
The French teacher could indeed stand it no longer, she ran back into her bedroom and threw herself on the bed, muffling her sobs into the pillow until she fell into a fitful sleep.
Justin Greyson was vaguely aware of a noise in his euphoric state but he was too far gone to stop what he was doing. He was lost-uncontrollably lost and his hand was pumping frantically at the jerking length of his blood-engorged young penis, his brain reeling with erotic images of Miss Draper. He could see her now stretched out totally naked, her beautiful tits pointing at him, begging him to touch them, to kiss them, to fondle them. And her pussy, she was thrusting her pussy up at him in a yearning call for his lips...he could see her enticing pink slit, he could smell the musky odor of her femaleness... oh God, he could almost taste her.
The room was swirling and whirling, groans were erupting from his chest, he couldn't keep them back any longer. His cock felt like a red hot poker between his hands and his hairless, velvet balls were seething with the churning ejaculation of his broiling sperm. He could feel it burning his fingers as it gushed out of the tiny glans opening at the tip of his lust-inflated penis. He was finally bathing in the blissful pleasure of his orgasm...he was floating through the air, dashing against the rocks, beyond, beyond, beyond.
CHAPTER THREE
Justin and Joel Greyson and Miss Draper, the French teacher ate a very quiet breakfast. Sylvia wore her comfortable terry bathrobe to breakfast and hoped that the boys wouldn't mind her informality, she never liked to dress until after breakfast when she was on her vacation. She spent so much time-during school term, following rules and regulations, she liked to break them when she could.
Sylvia noted that Justin was very quiet and remembering his behavior from the previous night, she wasn't surprised. She suggested that after lunch they all go to town together and everyone agreed.
Justin Greyson said he wanted to do a little cross country skiing and asked the French teacher if she would mind, Sylvia Draper, of course, answered that it was fine, as long as he was back at the school by noon. It was quite a tradition at St. Patrick's...cross-country skiing and the Headmaster always loved to encourage it.
Joel Greyson declined his twin's invitation to join him, saying that he would rather work on his model train set. Joel was a nut for models and spent most of his spare hours gluing and ungluing them.
After breakfast everyone went their separate ways and after she had washed up the breakfast dishes, Sylvia headed to her bedroom to take a shower.
Meanwhile, Joel had become absorbed in his work, pausing only now and then to watch the snow flurries which had begun to fall past his window, hoping that it wouldn't settle in too thickly before they went to town.
After a while Joel became aware that he was thinking of the French teacher, suddenly the idea came to him to slip out of his room and if her door was open to take a peek in...he didn't mean any harm, he just wanted to peek.
His heart thudding, young Joel crept along the hallway. The French teacher's door was open a little, he edged closer to it-his heart pounding in his rib cage, his hands clammy and wet from suppressed fear. Suddenly he felt like he didn't know what he was doing, or if he did, why he was doing it. He was sort of following an inner compulsion...now that he had come this far though, he might as well take just one peek.
Then he saw the French teacher!
His mouth dropped open and his green eyes flashed as he hungrily drank in her voluptuous body.
Miss Draper had just stepped out of the shower, was totally naked and was rubbing herself vigorously with a towel in the middle of the bedroom rug.
Oh God! she's beautiful, Joel gasped to himself. He could see her full pointed tits sticking out, even the little knobs at the end of them and he could see the lovely soft black hair down there between her legs, hiding the little puffy place where it was! It looked so soft and furry, he'd like to reach out and touch it.
Joel Greyson knew that he should move but he couldn't. Oh Wow! now she was putting on her brassiere! An agonizing tingle came from somewhere deep in his loins and his quaking body was suffused with a warm excited glow. Emotions were beginning to surge through him now, feelings that he had never had before, only touched upon every now and then. Then Miss Draper picked up a flimsy pair of panties and then suddenly... .
"Oh my God! Joel what are you doing?" Miss Draper screamed as she saw the young boy ogling at her almost naked body.
Joel tried to run but found that his feet were frozen to the hallway floor with fear.
The French teacher grabbed her bathrobe and covered her body, "now come in here, right away," she commanded.
"Yes, Miss Draper," Joel mumbled.
"Tell me truthfully Joel, how long were you standing there?" Miss Draper demanded.
"Only a couple of minutes, I'll never do it again Miss Draper, I promise I won't." the young boy drooled.
"I think you're lying," she answered abruptly.
"I didn't see anything Miss Draper, believe me," Joel said feebly.
"I think you're lying Joel."
The French teacher drew in her breath. The Christmas vacation was proving to be something different than she had imagined. These boys were beyond her, she had no idea they were so sexually oriented. I need a drink, she thought wildly to herself.
"Wait here Joel, I'll be back in a moment," the confused French teacher said, immediately running downstairs and throwing back a strong brandy.
What am I going to do with these boys, she thought to herself... I just don't know...I guess, what troubles me most is that I'm actually turned on to both of them, especially young Joel. Is it just because of what I'm thinking that all this is happening or are they thinking it too...I just don't know!
Sylvia Draper drank two stiff brandies before she went back up to her bedroom. Joel Grey son was still standing in exactly the position she had left him in, except that he had been crying. To see a boy cry always softened Sylvia Draper's heart, she just couldn't bear it. Suddenly she thought of how they must want to be with their mother at Christmastime and she was thousands of miles away.
The French teacher stared at Joel intently, there was no doubt about it, he did remind her of Nigel. Oh damn. . . why did this have to happen to me, she thought her brain swirling with a thousand and one images of she and Nigel together, in bed, in the bathtub, on the beach...everywhere. Nigel had liked to fuck everywhere and she had always given him what he had wanted.
"Did you see me naked Joel," she asked the young boy directly.
Joel Greyson looked at the French teacher slowly, "yes, I did Miss Draper," he said, his head hanging down fearfully.
A little stab of erotic sensation stabbed the French teacher at that moment as she stood there looking at the frightened young boy.
"Really! And what did you see when I was naked Joel?" Suddenly she wondered why she had asked that question but it was too late to back down.
Joel was mute, he couldn't say a word.
"Tell me Joel," the French teacher insisted.
"I... I saw your...your. . . tits!"
The crude word sent a shiver rippling down the slightly inebriated young French teacher's spine but somehow she was convinced that what she was doing was for Joel's own good.
"And what else did you see?"
"Please, Miss Draper!" the young boy beseeched.
"What did you see," she asked again. Sylvia Draper felt strangely excited, some of it was due to the excess of liquor that was now racing through her system but still, she couldn't deny that it gave her an illicit sense of pleasure to think that Joel had been watching her.
Joel was desperate and yet he knew there was no escape, he would have to blurt it out quickly if it was going to come out at all. "I... I saw your...your...your...p...p-pussy...."
The French teacher drew in her breath sharply. Suddenly she saw an erotic image of herself, obviously naked being spied on by a lasciviously fascinated boy and it excited her strangely.
Suddenly she reached out and grabbed Joel, "I'll have to punish you, you naughty boy," she cried.
In spite of his fear and humiliation, young Joel couldn't help being excruciatingly aware of the soft enveloping nearness of his almost naked French teacher. He could see the lovely crack between her boobs through her dressing gown.
"I think the best way to punish you Joel is to make you experience what I experienced."
"What?" Joel said, puzzled.
"You must undress for me Joel, then you will understand my shame."
Tears began to flood down the cheeks of the young boy, he could hardly believe what the French teacher was asking him to do.
"If you don't do it Joel, I shall do it for you," Miss Draper said firmly.
Joel knew that there was no way out for him, he knew that he had to do what Miss Draper wanted him to do.
Sylvia Draper watched the young boy closely. She felt that a taste of his own medicine was the best punishment for him...that was the reason she was doing this...wasn't it?
His face a red purple color, the young boy began to unzip his pants and unbutton his shirt. It would be over quickly and then he wouldn't have to think about it ever again.
Sylvia drew in her breath as Joel took off his shirt, he was much more manly than she had imagined he would be, she glanced hungrily at the flattened circles of his nipples and caught a glimpse of the red wisps of hair under his arms. Heavens...what a lovely boy he was!
Still Joel kept on his pants, he couldn't quite bring himself to take them off.
"Your pants too Joel, you saw me naked, remember."
Joel couldn't understand why the French teacher was acting the way she was, her voice was getting kind of strange and she seemed to be trembling, was he affecting her this way?
Slowly the boy began to unzip his pants and slip them down over his hips. Suddenly the French teacher began to realize what was happening and started to tell him to stop but it was too late...Joel had already moved his pants and undershorts to the floor and stepped out of them...he was now standing completely naked before the hungry eyes of the French teacher.
"Joel... I-I...well...." Miss Draper stammered but her words failed her. Her eyes flew to the small flaccid bulge of his young genitals, and she couldn't draw them away. She knew that she shouldn't stare at him this way but she couldn't help herself.
In her liquor-dazed state, the frustrated young French teacher found herself wanting to reach out and touch the boy. His little penis seemed so small and helpless nestled against the satiny sac of his balls. Not strong and dangerous looking like Justin's last night when she had seen him masturbating. And not big and powerful like Nigel's. No, Joel's little cock was safe and reassuring...she wouldn't mind stroking it and fondling it. She'd like it and Joel would like it too.
The amorous French teacher stepped close to the young boy...suddenly she caught herself. Oh my God! what am I doing...he's only a child!
Suddenly Joel began to sob...."I won't ever look at you again Miss Draper, I promise I won't," he cried.
This was too much for the French teacher, she felt a rush of pity and love for the young boy and she gathered him into her arms and crushed him against her ample breasts.
"Don't cry Joel darling, don't cry...I was mean, I'm sorry darling...let's be friends."
His quivering naked body felt warm and unresisting against her own trembling flesh, and her arms held him tightly against the gently palpitating mounds of her breasts.
"It's our secret Joel dear, we won't tell anyone," the French teacher reassured him.
Joel felt so good now, he felt relief flooding through his body, he was glad that Miss Draper wouldn't tell anyone...especially Justin, he would feel like a fool. Gosh, he felt so good crushed into her body, her skin smelled so sweet and good and he could feel the points of her breasts sticking into his naked chest.
Sylvia Draper was going through a million changes as she held the young boy close to her. It had been so long since she'd held anyone and now this boy felt good to her, she could hardly believe it... he didn't really feel like a young boy at all.
Joel was hardly aware of it happening. He felt so snug and sheltered in the French teacher's arms that he almost forgot he was stark naked. Then he felt it. Oh no, please not now, he begged silently, squeezing his thighs together to try to stop the terrible thing that was happening to him. His thing down there was beginning to get hard, the way it sometimes did lately! What was he going to do? Obviously he would have to pull away from her before it got any harder.
"Oh Joel, your little thing is getting all hard and stiff," the French teacher blurted out before she realized what she was saying, and she looked down now with growing excitement at the inflating member, stretching into lewd tumescence.
Joel wanted to die and tried to pull himself away from her.
"Oh Joel darling, don't be upset, I'm not angry. It's because you're close to my body...isn't that right?"
Joel nodded dumbly.
"I didn't know your little prick could get so hard darling," she whispered salaciously, bending down to look at the growing shaft.
A licentious thrill surged through Joel. Prick! That was a word that Justin sometimes used and it made him excited to hear the French teacher saying it to him.
Sylvia Draper was engulfed in a multitude of feelings. It was almost as if the licentious sight of the boy's naked body had unlocked some store of yearning held inside her. She couldn't take her eyes off the young boy's cock.
She could hear the voice of her conscience warning her not to touch him, that it was wrong and evil, that she was a grown woman and he just a child but she pushed it to the back of her memory. There was a deep-searching hunger in her love-starved body. Nigel had rejected her, she had to know that she was still attractive, even if it was to a young boy. She couldn't help herself in what she was going to do. Some inner force was compelling her to pull the trembling boy closer to her.
"Joel I didn't want to make you cry, I didn't. Now I'm going to make it up to you dear...I'm going to show you how much I like you. I think you like me too,, don't you, otherwise your little cock wouldn't get so nice and hard."
Joel Greyson felt that he had been struck by a bolt of thunder. He could hardly believe that the beautiful French teacher was talking to him this way. She was exciting him though and his cock was getting bigger and harder by the minute. There was a real pain down in his balls too, and strange sensations were hurtling through him. What was she going to do to him?
The French teacher was no longer in control of herself. "Now I'm going to touch your lovely little cock Joel darling, and make it even harder. You'll like that, won't you, my little darling."
Joel's head was reeling. What could he say...all he knew was that he like being held by the French teacher, he like it too much to tell her to stop.
"Y-yes, I would...." he finally managed to choke. "I'd like it a lot!"
Now Sylvia Draper was beyond herself... nothing existed for her but this delicious little boy and his cock...nothing in the world.
Joel's eyes bulged out of his head and he wanted to ram his knuckles in his mouth to stop from crying out when he felt the French teacher's hand on his hard pulsating penis. He'd never felt anything like it before and, man, he felt as if his body was popping out of his skin. Gosh, what would Justin say if he could see him now? A feeling of pride and superiority rushed through the passionately aroused boy, and then was quickly lost in the wave of lustful sensation which swept through him as the lecherous French teacher tightened his lascivious grip on his slender pounding cock.
The French teacher was consumed with growing excitement. Joel's turgid young penis felt so lovely and warm in her hand she never wanted to let go of it. It was so smooth and at the same time so hard with the stirrings of passion and she couldn't draw her lust-dimmed eyes away from it.
"It's so beautiful honey, oh God, it's so beautiful," she moaned ecstatically through clenched teeth. Her other warm hand still held the quivering boy close against her heaving breasts, and she would like to let him go so she could guide his hand toward the burning tips of her nipples. But she was afraid, in case this wonderful miracle would disappear.
This is wrong, wrong, her stricken inner voice continued, this boy is only twelve years old, twelve years old, you're corrupting this child...you can't do that! the voice warned on, but she shook her head loose of the danger signals. Gone was the sensible French teacher and in her place was a ragingly sensual creature who desired above all else fulfillment.
"You're not frightened darling, are you?" she asked the young boy anxiously.
"No...no," Joel said quietly holding his breath.
"I'll make you happy Joel baby, believe me," the French teacher cooed.
Tenderly now the French teacher motioned for the boy to stretch out on the floor and she knelt beside him. He's really only a baby, so young and vulnerable for his age. . . not knowing at all. . . not like Justin, somehow he seems older. I can't help preferring Joel though!
Lovingly, she enclosed his still inflated penis in her eager hand and began to pull gently on it, feeling the life-blood pulsing through it. The head was beginning to look bulbous and blood-colored, and she could see the hairless sac of his lovely little balls beginning to squirm and seethe with potent excitement.
Then the lascivious young French teacher hesitated for a moment. She knew instinctively that what she was about to do was very wrong-against everything she had always believed in-but somehow, for the first time in her life, those tenets were not enough to hold her back. Her inhibitions had been let loose and her body's driving need was a force which overwhelmed her and made her forget everything but the lustful hunger which was raging like an inferno far up inside her. After Nigel had left her she hadn't wanted to look at another man again but now she knew that she had to have this young boy...this boy who looked so much like her boyfriend Nigel... she just had to have him!
Joel had never felt this way in his life before, he wanted to lash out at the French teacher and claw at her lovely white cleavage. He wanted to touch her and kiss her and tell her how much he loved her. But he couldn't do that. . . and, besides, he had to wait and see what she was going to do to him.
He watched in disbelief as the older woman's dark head hovered over his legs and her lovely lust-contorted face inched closer to his throbbing swollen cock. Into his mind flashed a picture that he had seen the night before, a lovely oriental girl had a man's thing in her mouth. He hadn't been able to believe the sight his own eyes were seeing, and hadn't a chance to reaffirm what he saw before Miss Draper took the pictures away from him, but now...was that what the French teacher was going to do to him?
Then, seconds later, he watched in utter disbelief as her pink tongue flicked out and licked the throbbing head of his virginal cock. He moaned uncontrollably, new thrills of unimaginable pleasure chasing along his spine. And then, while he was still watching with passion-widened eyes, Miss Draper brought her lovely full mouth right down on it and enclosed the rubbery head between her warmly clamping lips!
The feverish young boy moaned again and involuntarily pressed his hips forward and edged his achingly distended penis further up into her hot moist mouth. God, he just couldn't believe it was happening to him-that the French teacher's soft red lips were actually squeezing tight around his cock. It was something he had never once thought of in his wildest dreams, and he knew for certain that he would love his gorgeous French teacher forever because of the way she was making him feel right at this moment.
"Oooooooohhhh...uuuuuuuuuggggggghhhhhhnnnnn . . . " he gasped again, raising his head so as not to miss a second of what was happening to him. Her face looked more lovely than he had ever seen it as she kneeled over his up-thrust cock and Joel only wished that Justin could see what was going on. He'd be so jealous that maybe he'd think twice about making him feel such a worm. Joel was sure that something like this had never happened to his twin-and especially now with the French teacher! The object of the whole dormitories wet dreams!
The drink-confused French teacher was possessed by strange, wild sensations. Her body was alive with fire-eating chills, and she wanted to fill every corner of her love-hungry mouth with Joel's darling little cock. Not that it was so little. It was slender, but still strong and questing-and it felt so marvelous inside her mouth! It was sheer heaven to run her tongue around and around the pulsating shaft, to feel the blood racing resoundingly through it. She loved dipping the tip of her tongue under the engorged head and hearing him whimper with pleasure when she touched the sensitive web underside. Her hand crept up and began to knead his swollen writhing balls which felt so delicate in her palm, while her other forefinger and thumb firmly held the youthful base.
The delicious pungency of his adolescent genitals wafted over to the passionate young fermentations which were running riot in her helplessly aroused belly. Dear God, he was such a beautiful boy, and he was hers, for now! She just had to keep sucking his rock-hard boy-cock until she had forced his nectarine sperm from its hiding place in those tender little balls.
Her tongue was working feverishly around his pounding member and her hand was pumping furiously on his hotly seething testicles. His ass-cheeks were grinding spasmodically up off the floor as he forced his driving cock up between the kneeling French teacher's eagerly grasping lips. His moans of obvious pleasure sent new chills cavorting through her and she was delighted that she could give her little pet such a pleasant new experience. His handsome face was masked with a lust which seemed incongruous with his twelve years, and his eyes were smoldering with awakened desire and love.
Joel's tense virginal body was alive with fiery ripples of forbidden sensation as a strange gnawing made its way from deep in his balls which Sylvia was kneading and stroking greedily. God, he'd never felt anything remotely like this before-his cock felt as if it would explode at any minute. And he knew it would too! He knew his white-hot cum would come gushing out and he wondered vaguely what was going to happen. If Miss Draper didn't stop, it would go into her mouth! What would she do then? Did she know about that?
The worried boy wanted to give her some warning, but at the same time he was powerless to do anything but lie there and let the French teacher keep on sucking and kissing his penis. Gosh, is this what grown-ups do? Did his mother do this to his father?
The boy noticed that the driving hips was getting stronger and he hoped he wasn't hurting Miss Draper by the way he was forcing his cock back up into her throat. But she didn't seem to mind. In fact, she seemed to like it, because there was a sort of happy look on her face which he had never seen there before. He hoped she liked it as much as he did, because he had never liked anything so much in his life.
The French teacher could feel the quickening of his pelvic thrusts and she doubled her frantic sucking and licking of his wildly jerking cock. Her mouth felt stuffed full of his lovely unused penis and very soon now it would be flooded with his white-hot sperm. She could hardly wait to swallow it right down her throat, to possess Joel in this way. He was moaning incoherently now and his hips were levered right up off the floor, his back arching so he was pushing and ramming his insistently palpitating cock right back against her throat. Oh, the little darling, he was so excited...completely and absolutely aroused!
Seconds later:
" A a a a a a a a h h h h h h h h....uuuuuuuuggggggghhhhhhhh."
Joel thought that a bomb had exploded in Miss Draper's bedroom but after a few moments, he realized that the explosion had taken place in himself. The gnawing in his churning balls had ceased and he knew he was shooting his white stuff into the French teacher's mouth! He had a momentary stab of panic. What would Miss Draper say? Would she be angry? And then he realized from the avid sucking motions of her frenziedly working mouth that she was actually drinking it! She was ravenously swallowing the stuff from his cock just as soon as it shot out of his jerking member.
"....nnnnnnnnnngggggghhhh...oooooohhhhhhhhhhhh...." he sighed again as with one last convulsive spasm, he emptied the last of his potent fluid up into her eagerly receptive mouth. Through the blur of his passion-dimmed eyes, he could see her ecstatically sucking face, her closed eyes and her flushed cheeks.
Seconds passed and then his thing began to grow soft in her mouth. Finally, he felt the French teacher release his cock and he fell wetly against his leg.
Suddenly both the French teacher and the boy realized the enormity of what had taken place between them. Miss Draper's hands flew up to her face and tears suddenly flooded her face. "Oh my God! What have I done...what have I done?" the distraught French teacher began to sob.
Joel suddenly wanted to comfort her to tell her it was alright, that he wasn't hurt but he couldn't find the courage somehow to reach out and touch her. The sight of a grown woman crumpling on the floor in tears was too much for his immature mind and he too started to sob uncontrollably.
Suddenly the French teacher looked up at him and screamed: "Get out of here Joel, how dare you stand naked in my bedroom!"
The young boy was confused and hurt, he was only naked because she had stripped him of his clothes, what was happening to her sense of reality. He knew enough however to grab his clothes and run out of the bedroom. He went immediately to his own bedroom and locked the door, throwing himself on the bed and sobbing wildly. His whole world had been thrown upside down, his values shattered...and most of all he couldn't understand the wild turbulent emotions that were surging through his young body.
CHAPTER FOUR
The rest of the day passed in a daze for both the French teacher and young Joel Greyson. Justin came back from his skiing jaunt to find them both in their own rooms. As soon as Miss Draper realized Justin was home however, she pulled herself together, dressed and went to the kitchen to make lunch for the boys, calling them as soon as it was ready.
Justin knew that something had happened between his twin and the French teacher and he was determined to get to the bottom of it. Joel however was adamant that nothing at all had happened and that he was fine...which was the most obvious lie that Justin could imagine him telling...obviously all was not well. His face was tear-stained and every now and then he noticed that he would tremble violently from head to toe as if he was remembering something horrific.
The French teacher took the boys to town to purchase a Christmas tree and some lights and to order a turkey but she was not enthusiastic...she was far too ashamed to be able to look either of the boys squarely in the face.
Supper was a quiet affair also and the distraught French teacher retired to her bedroom early, on the pretext of a headache. Justin Greyson decided he was going to get to the bottom of the mystery even if he had to beat the truth out of his twin...he just couldn't stand the suspense any longer.
Before she retired to her room, Sylvia Draper sneaked to the drinks cabinet and took a bottle of brandy and a glass with her. She decided she would tum the television on in the Headmaster's room, pour herself a stiff drink and blast herself into eternity...she would just zone out with the television.
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The twins watched a cowboy movie with Clint Eastwood on the downstairs television and then headed for their bedroom. Almost the moment the door was closed Justin was on Joel's case.
He badgered and badgered and badgered his twin until the boy suddenly burst into tears. Justin was surprised he hadn't been able to reduce Joel to tears in months, then he knew that something was really bothering him.
"Come on Joel, fess up. Something went on with you and Miss Draper this morning, spill the beans."
"It's not true Justin, nothing happened, leave me alone will you?"
"I don't believe you Joel. Did you do something wrong, did Miss Draper cane your ass. Did she make baby Joel cry...did she? Did baby Joel snivel and drool and cry for the French teacher just to show her what a jerk he is, what a baby he is... ? " taunted Justin, knowing full well that it always upset Joel to be thought of as a baby.
"I'm not such a baby as you think Justin. I'm a man now!" Joel said triumphantly not really realizing the full extent of what he was saying to his twin.
"Come off it Joel, you're a man...fuck, you're a baby. Just take a look at yourself in the mirror!"
Joel looked at himself in the mirror, it was true he was small and skinny. It was funny, he and Justin were the same age but Justin looked at least a year older. He was taller, broader, more mature than his twelve years.
"Well Miss Draper doesn't think I'm a boy, I can tell you that!" the distraught boy bragged.
"Oh yeah, how would she know the difference?"
"She didn't kiss my prick because I was a boy, so there," Joel pouted, hardly realizing that he had told his brother the truth.
"Come off it Joel. The French teacher kissed your prick. Man, it's hardly big enough to grab hold of."
"You haven't seen it blown up. I can tell you Justin when she sucked it, it grew bigger than I've ever seen it before."
"Man...you're not kidding me are you, you mean she really did it?" Justin asked incredulously. Suddenly Justin found himself wanting to punch Joel in the face, he was seized by a blind rage. That his twin had had something that he himself had wanted and he had gotten it before him, that was too much.
"You're lying," he screamed.
"I'm telling you the truth Justin. Miss Draper kissed and licked me down there, and after a while I... I shot it all into her mouth!"
"Did you feel her boobs?" Justin asked jealously. "Did she let you put your hand in her cunt?"
"No she didn't... I felt her tits through her robe, but I saw her cunt, it has black curly hairs on it."
Joel was in his own world now, thinking back to his wild morning with the French teacher and he hardly noticed his twin's anguish.
"How did it happen?" Justin asked, tears stinging the back of his eyes.
"I was peeking when she was dressing."
"And...."
"She got me into the bedroom."
"Then what?"
"She told me to undress because I had watched her undress, she said it was my punishment."
"Then?"
"Then she sucked me off."
"I don't believe you, you're lying," Justin said storming into the bathroom to dress for bed. He couldn't bear to think that Joel had had something he hadn't... his ego was crushed.
Joel slipped into his pajamas now and crawled into bed, he knew to leave well enough alone. He had seen Justin angry too many times in his life to try to talk him out of a mood. Within minutes Joel was asleep, having been emotionally exhausted all day long, he couldn't keep his eyes open as soon as his head hit the pillow.
Justin came out of the bathroom and climbed into his bed, "Joel," he called, "Joel," but he knew that his twin was sound asleep.
The red-headed twin lay in his bed for the longest time but he couldn't sleep. Too many images were passing through his mind, he was profoundly disturbed. He thought back to all the bets he'd received in the dormitory that he couldn't fuck Miss Draper and now his twin had gotten to her first. He felt futile and defeated. Suddenly, without really knowing why he got out of his bed, opened his bedroom door quietly and slipped down the hallway. The door to the French teacher's bedroom was slightly ajar and
Justin edged closer to the doorframe to see if he could catch a glimpse of the beautiful woman. He was hungry now for a sight of her body...that was all, he was hungry just to look at it!
Miss Draper was in her bed, she appeared to be sleeping, he tiptoed into the room to get a closer view of the seductive French teacher.
The young boy gasped as he reached the bed, the sexy French teacher was wearing a see-through nightie, the clothes were thrust down from her body and he could see the tempting outlines of her full up-thrust breasts. He could see the dark circle of her nipples and he longed to reach out and touch them, but he didn't dare. She might wake up. But still, it wouldn't hurt if he got a better look at her. After all, Joel did.
With a trembling hand, he slowly and carefully pulled down the thin covering, his heart racing in his throat. Oh please God, don't let her wake up! He was desperately afraid but the knowledge of what Joel had done to him filled him with courage. He placed the cover at the bottom of the bed so he could see her entire lush form stretched out luxuriantly in the blissful forgetfulness of deep sleep.
Immediately his eyes raced to the wispy triangle between her legs, and he moved his head closer to get a better look at the enticing spot. Through her nightie, he could see the fine strands of black hair, just like Joel had said, and he thought he could see a faint moistness from her inner pussy. Then she moved again!
The frightened boy fought the temptation to run away and stood his ground, his heart throbbing as he saw her shift her position slightly. This time she had spread her white molded thighs a little apart and, when she was breathing evenly again, Justin leaned over. This time, he could see the full glistening split of her cunt through the see-through material of her nightgown!
He felt an unwanted stirring of his cock, and hoped that he wasn't getting a hard-on. But if he was, it was no wonder. Miss Draper was gorgeous lying there in her nightie and she was arousing him more than he wanted. He couldn't take his eyes off her. But he wanted more. He wanted to be able to see her the way Joel had. It wasn't fair! Dare he lift up the edge of her nightgown...dare he?
His whole body quivering with excitement and fear and suppressed excitement, he reached down and with infinite care, began to draw up the hem of her nightgown. Slowly, inch by painful inch, he worked it up until he could see, first her satin-skinned thighs, and then the first straying wisps of her pubic curls. Crissakes, he couldn't take his eyes off it. And he could see the faint gleaming pinkness of her cunt! Oh God, she was beautiful, there was no doubt about that.
Justin didn't really know what he wanted to do, but his instincts were guiding him as he pulled himself up onto the bed. He hoped she wouldn't wake up and start screaming. But if she did, he'd just tell her that he knew about Joel, and that would keep her quiet.
He was drawn like a magnet to the exotically scented zone of her slightly quivering pussy. He had never seen a real live cunt before, only in pictures. Of course, he'd never admit that to anyone, not even to Joel. But now he was looking at one, and he only wished the lights were on full, because he had no idea it would be so soft and silky looking. He longed to reach out and touch it with his fingers, to stroke and caress it gently. But he daren't. That wasn't part of his plan.
The only problem was that he didn't have a plan. He wanted to revenge himself but he didn't know how. She had to pay for sucking Joel off instead of him. Then suddenly an idea came to him...yes, that's what he would do! And better do it now before she woke up!
His body trembling with excitement as he leaned closer to the warmly pulsating furrow of her cunt. He'd only read about guys doing that kind of thing to women, so he really didn't know what to do. But he figured maybe if he started kissing her there....
His head whirling with the outrageous nature of his plan, he reached down and, before he lost his courage, he reached out with his tongue and ran it gently along the length of the softly trembling slit. Gosh, it tasted so good! Again, he swiped it along the wet pink flesh, and a tingle of pleasure rippled through him. The French teacher shifted slightly just then, making him nearly pass out with fright-but it was nothing, just a false alarm.
The inexperienced boy grew a little braver and began to nibble slightly at the succulent hair-lined moistness, inhaling the sweet feminine odor of her and titillating the swollen outer lips with his tongue. He continued mouthing her barely quivering vagina, excitement rising wildly inside him, making him cast caution to the winds. After all, he was supposed to be punishing her, wasn't he? He was settling a score for his twin, so he might as well put his heart and soul into it.
Even now, the impassioned youth could hardly believe it was happening to him. His anger and resentment began to fade and he started to think of the French teacher as the beautiful and seductive woman he had been desiring for almost a year, ever since she had come to the school in fact. Only his feelings weren't quite that clear. But now he knew what he had wanted all along. He wanted to feel and kiss every inch of her beautiful body, to see and touch her fabulous pussy, maybe even put his cock into it. That was why he had been so hurt when Joel had revealed what had happened between them earlier on in the day. For his twin to have her before him was a great blow to his pride and his ego.
But now he was getting back at them both and, at the same time, finally getting to kiss and stroke the gorgeous French teacher's pussy. And in a way he had never dreamed possible! And maybe in a little while, if she still hadn't woken up, he'd take his cock and just put it there, easy-like, against her pussy. Not really put it in, but just get the feel of it. Yes, he'd do that if she didn't wake up... .
The French teacher moaned incoherently in her sleep and arched her back up off the bed. Oh God, it felt so fabulous after so long. Why had she denied herself this past few months, since Nigel left her...why? It felt so great to have a lovely sucking, kissing mouth on her pussy again, licking and stroking the sensitive flesh. It felt so wonderful, too, to have Nigel back again. Or was it little Joel. No, of course it had to be Nigel.
"Joel... oh Joel darling...." she moaned ecstatically, not knowing what she was saying.
She didn't know why she said Joel when she knew it was Nigel. She would never touch the red-headed twin again, she knew that it was wrong to touch a twelve year old boy that boy, really wrong and evil and she wouldn't do it ever again. Oh dear, but now here he was licking and kissing her pussy... she had to stop him because it was wrong and evil. Oh dear God! she knew that it was wrong but it felt so good, so very good, it would be hard to stop him.
"Noooooooooo Joel darling," she cooed, trying to stir herself into wakefulness. But the brandy had really drugged her and she couldn't quite come back to life again. Yet she knew that she had to stop Joel before things got totally out of control and yet it felt so good, so very good, so good, so very good... so fabulous on her love-starved pussy.
Suddenly though she knew that she had to wake up and stop it, things just couldn't go on this way, they just couldn't... besides Justin might hear them!
"Joel darling, please...." she murmured.
Then reality came in full force as the seductive French teacher finally opened her eyes. It wasn't Joel, it wasn't innocent little Joel at all... it was Justin... . Justin who was drooling and tonguing her pussy, Justin who was stroking her satin thighs and fondling her body so expertly...Justin...Justin...oh no, oh God...what was happening to her...how could she escape this one!
The terror-struck French teacher stared down between her widely splayed thighs to where Justin's red head was bobbing up and down on her wildly aroused pussy...."Justin, stop, please stop," she. begged, tears of shame and remorse trickling down her beautiful face. "Justin, you've got to stop!"
She tried to wrench her body away from the avidly sucking boy but he was grasping her too firmly. She was still drugged with sleep and brandy also and her body was not responding to her wishes as she would have liked it to.
"Stop, please stop Justin," she cried again in agonized moans.
Suddenly Justin Greyson raised his head and looked at her with eyes beyond his twelve years. There was so much lust and passion on his face that it made the French teacher gasp...not only that but she could tell from the contempt written across his features that he had absolutely no idea in his mind of stopping his ministrations on her pussy, none whatsoever!
"Baby, shut your mouth. I know what you did for Joel. I want some of the same and you'll give it to me unless you want the whole of St. Patrick's to hear about you...you whore!"
Without saying another word, Justin lowered his redhead back down between the French teacher's cream-white thighs and continued to slaver at the twitching furrow of her helplessly aroused cunt.
Sylvia Draper fell back onto the bed in an agony of despair. Her brain was swirling with confusion and pain and yet she knew that she had brought the entire lewd act upon herself. If only I had been strong earlier and not touched Joel, this would never have happened, she said over and over to herself. I'm a wanton slut, I'm a whore, Justin is right, I'm a whore!
Tears flooded her face now and she sank into the mattress like a stone.
Justin was glad that the French teacher had taken his bluff. In truth he was just as frightened and freaked out as she was and yet he was determined to take what he wanted. She had called him Joel earlier too and that made him angry. He felt a deep sense of competition with
Joel and he couldn't bear to think that she didn't know the difference between Joel and himself. He would really show her what a guy could do now, he would really give the perverted woman a taste of her own medicine. He liked licking and kissing her deliciously scented pussy, running his tongue in and out of the softly trembling folds, inhaling the magnificent woman odor of her.
With rapidly growing expertise, his tongue swirled in and out of the velvety recesses of the French teacher's cunt, sucking and drawing out her tantalizing trickles of vaginal moisture. He grew less inhibited when he realized that he had won, she had actually accepted what he was doing to her as a rightful punishment for her outrageous behavior with Joel. His hands tightened on the cream-white firmness of her thighs and he buried his perspiring face deeper in the gently squirming furrow of her pussy. His tongue suddenly found the little knob of her clitoris and instinctively he knew he had discovered the fulcrum of her body. With atavistic know-how he tweaked the awakening little bud, feeling it stir and harden with new life under his sensually caressing lips. He drove his tongue deeper and harder up into her wetly writhing pussy-folds coming back again and again to titillate the tender tingling tip of her clitoris.
The French teacher lay almost comatose, swamped with misery and despair. There was nothing she could do to ward off this onslaught, even if she wanted to. But something inside her told her to be still and take her richly deserved punishment. Yes, she had to suffer this crowning insult of being taken advantage of by Joel's twin. She had to allow herself to be bullied into accepting his unwanted oral caresses on the most secret area of her body...just as young Joel had had to accept her lewdly depraved desire this morning!
It was several minutes before the contrite French teacher fully realized what was happening in her body and by the time full realization came, it was too late. At first, the distraught young French teacher thought she was imagining the tinglings of desire burning deep in the pit of her belly. She thought it was some vicarious residue of pleasure left from the memory of her illicit love-making with young Joel this morning--but almost immediately she had to face the fact that her body was beginning to respond to the crude oral ministrations of Justin Greyson.
The tinglings erupted into a rampaging fire which swept through her enslaved body, making it suddenly come alive with new unsolicited sensations. Desperately, she tried to grind her softly rounded buttocks into the bed to quench the lewd flames raging there, but that attempt only served to bring the trembling erect bud of her clitoris more fully against Justin's greedily questing mouth, making her moan unconsciously with redoubling desire.
"Oooooooohhh M m m m m m m mn nnnnnmmmmmmmm...."
She was hardly aware that she had mewled with pleasure, but that very slavish moan was like a spontaneous recognition of what was going on, and seemed to give her willful body the go-ahead to respond fully and unrestrainedly to Justin's tongue licking frantically at her pussy. Her hips began to grind in a slow sensual rhythm and involuntarily she spread her legs even farther apart, offering the full quivering furrow of her eagerly accepting vagina up to her passionate young redheaded lover.
Justin could hardly believe it when he heard the older woman's sighs of animal pleasure. The knowledge that she was beginning to accept his obscene tonguing sent a surge of pride and satisfaction shooting through him, and made him forget all plans of punishment and retribution. She liked it! She liked his tongue on her pussy! She had even opened her legs wider for him and was pushing her cunt against his mouth! That meant... it had to mean that she liked him as much as she liked Joel! Maybe even more!
The hopeful boy redoubled the efforts of his ceaselessly working tongue, darting it nearer and nearer to the petal-shaped opening that drew him hypnotically. He wasn't going to play around with that too much at first, he had decided, but now...now that Miss Draper liked what he was doing, he knew exactly what he was going to do next. He began to dab at the viscous little vaginal opening, tasting its velvety softness, feeling the delicate tendrils of the outer edges nibbling at his tongue. Suddenly, he didn't want to hold back any longer and, furling his tongue in preparation, he darted it swiftly toward the honey-sweet orifice and plunged it right up into the warm dark passage of her needing cunt.
"Aaaaaaahhhhhhh...Oh...yes...."
The French teacher felt as if she had been subjected to an electric shock as her entire body quivered from head to toe, rods of red-hot pleasure sparkling out through her arms and legs, making her tingle and tremble uncontrollably. Every nerve ending on the surface of her sensitively squirming skin seemed titillated almost beyond endurance, and she thought she couldn't keep from crying out again and again from the overwhelming volume of sanity-defying pleasure which encompassed her.
Justin felt as if his tongue was being dragged away from his throat by the convulsive milking of his impassioned French teacher's fervently writhing cunt. He could feel the heated inner walls closing in inexorably on him as her wetly pulsing pussy-flesh rimmed his nose and mouth, nearly cutting off his breath. But he continued to drive his stiffened tongue ceaselessly up into her hungrily clasping cuntal channel in crude simulation of fucking. Gosh, he'd never dreamed that it would be like this! It was much better than doing it while she was asleep. This way, she'd know it was him who was doing it, and she'd realize-she had to realize--that he was the one who should be her lover, not timid little Joel, who didn't know anything about anything!
The French teacher succeeded in suppressing the pangs of guilt and self-loathing which threatened to appear to ruin the overpowering pleasure she was feeling. She could hardly believe that she was allowing Justin to do this to her, she who had been trusted with the boys' health and welfare during the Christmas vacation, she who had betrayed the trust placed in her by the Headmaster of St. Patrick's...and yet she couldn't deny the rippling feelings of pleasure that were coursing through her body now. Oh dear God! Justin was so wonderful and little Joel was so wonderful too...she just couldn't help herself.
"Justin darling, keep sucking me like that, oh keep sucking my cunt, I love it... I love it!"
Excitedly her hands reached down and tangled Justin's red hair, pushing his face even harder against her openly receptive pussy as it flowered out in uninhibited acceptance of her passionate lover.
The French teacher was losing touch with all reality now as her sensuality began to take full control of her body. She was quickly forgetting the fact that it was a twelve year old boy who was licking her pussy, all she knew was that her body was on fire and was threatening to be consumed by the flames of passionate longing that were coursing up and down her spine. She had to reach fulfillment... she just had to!
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Joel Greyson was having a nightmare, he was running down a long white road and he was being pursued by a dark monstrous looking figure that seemed to be gaining on him by the moment. Suddenly, he started to wakefulness, sweat pouring from his brow, his breath coming in short ragged jerks. His heart was beating rapidly and his hands were gripping his bedclothes fearfully.
Slowly the boy returned to consciousness and looked around the room. Oh God! I'm alright, he breathed quietly to himself as he realized that it had just been a bad dream. He turned to look at his sleeping brother and then realized that he wasn't in his bed...it was at that moment that he heard strange moans and cries coming from down the hallway. Drawn by the bizarre sounds the young boy passed through his bedroom door and tiptoed quietly towards the open door of Miss Draper's bedroom.
The sight that met his eyes was almost too much for him. The French teacher was lying on her bed, her nightie twisted up around her waist and someone was hunched between her thighs, between her widely splayed legs.
The young boy gasped when he realized that it was his twin Justin...but what was he doing, what could he be doing to the French teacher that was causing her to make such strange animal-like sounds.
"Mmmmmimnm...yes...keep on licking my pussy darling....Yes like that. . . u in m m m m m m m m m m m m m m m m in... ....honey, it feels so good," the French teacher purred lasciviously.
Holy Smoke! Justin was licking Miss Draper's pussy. Kissing and sucking her there the way she'd done to his own cock that very morning!
Suddenly young Joel Greyson found himself angry and hurt, tears were flooding his face and he wanted to run into the bedroom and pull them apart. It isn't fair, it just wasn't fair. Miss Draper was his. he had had him first, Justin had no right to be touching her, and especially to be touching her...there!
Yet the young boy couldn't help but notice that as he stood there looking at them writhing and twisting on the bed in lustful anguish that something was beginning to happen down between his legs. He could see the French teacher's white buttocks squirming into the bed and he wanted to rush right in and caress them himself. He had never felt this way before, never felt these wild sensations in his young body before, it was all totally new to him.
He felt rejected too, Miss Draper didn't love him anymore...how could she if she was giving herself to Justin this way. He felt small and cold and wanted to run away and hide where no-one could see him but somehow or other he couldn't quite bring himself to move away from the doorway. Even though it was painful for him to stand and watch the beautiful French teacher giving herself to his twin brother, he had to do it. He couldn't drag himself away.
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Mewling and cooing in abandoned passion, the young French teacher writhed on the bed beneath the lashing tongue of her young charge.
It was sheer heaven for her to be kissed and sucked and her whole body was feverish with rampant excitement and passion. Kissing Joel's cock earlier had been divine but now, to have his twin Justin actually sucking her pussy was beyond divine-it was ecstasy personified. She continued to drive her pleasure-ridden loins against Justin's perspiring face, to force more and more of her wet pulsating pussy against his hungrily nibbling mouth. Dear God, she couldn't take much more of this unbelievable pleasure.
Inexperienced though he was, young Justin sensed the quickening tempo of the French teacher's tempo and knew that at any moment he would feel and taste the piquant sweetness of her unleashed vaginal fluid. When that happened, he knew it would make up for everything... for the fact that she had preferred Joel to him, even to the point of sucking him off. But Joel hadn't been able to do this for her, but he Justin, had.
"Oh God, Joer, I can't....
Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhh...I'm going to cummmmmmmm!"
It happened all of a sudden. One moment the helplessly excited black-haired French teacher was quivering with rippling irresistible feelings, the next. . . the floodgates had opened, just like she knew they would, and her body was jerking and flailing out of all control as a tremendous wave of naked pleasure flooded over her spasmodically twitching body, trapping her in some kind of a tailspin. She was whirled this way and that, her hips thrashing frantically against her charge's face below as her heated inner secretions flowed down unchecked into his perspiring face while her whole body squirmed and rocked helplessly. Her head was spinning, and she tossed it from side to side abandonedly, black curls bobbing, her eyes rolling wildly, her mouth distorted with unuttered moans of passion.
...Aaaaaagggggghhhhhh...uuuuuuuuuugggggghhhhh..." she gasped again and again, her nearly naked body shaking like that of a rag doll, controlled by the puppet strings of pleasure which held her in their sway. Dear God, there'd never been anything like this in her life.
And all the while, Justin kept sucking and licking and slavering unendingly at the wet writhing flesh of her tingling pussy. The room seemed to revolve around her, and it was only as the first tremors of her cataclysmic orgasm began to subside that she saw the forlorn figure standing mutely in the doorway.
Suddenly she felt mortified...oh dear, poor darling Joel, he feels so left out and alone. How hurt he must be feeling now, looking at her taking her pleasure with his twin just like she had taken her pleasure with him that very morning. How could she leave him out in the cold, how could she?
"Joel, darling, my darling little Joel," she cooed, as the final throes of her orgasm jerked her body back onto the bed, "Oh darling little Joel," she purred totally ignoring the fact that
Justin's head was still glued to her flooding pussy. "Darling Joel!"
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Joel was in a trance, dazed beyond comprehension of the words the French teacher was uttering to him. All he could think of was the way her body had writhed and danced and shuddered with some powerful force that seemed to be catapulting through her body. He had no idea a woman behaved that way, no idea at all. . . it was so wild and abandoned and a little bit scary.
Suddenly the young boy noticed that his twin Justin was staring at him with obvious hate in his eyes.
"What the fuck are you doing here, Joel," he snarled angrily.
"I. . . I-I. . . I'm sorry Justin," young Joel broke into sobs as his twin continued to stare hatefully at him.
"Get lost, buddy," Justin commanded.
"No, please, don't talk to Joel that way," the French teacher begged.
Justin turned and stared at the French teacher in mute disbelief as she called eagerly to his twin.
"Joel darling, come here, come to Sylvia," she cooed.
Her sensual voice hypnotized Joel and he found himself walking over to the bed. He knew that Justin would kill him for doing it, but Miss Draper wanted him, so he had to do what she said.
Joel sat down on the edge of the bed, avoiding his brother's eyes and trying not to stare at the French teacher's half naked body.
"Did it frighten you what you saw Joel, tell me, tell me if you were frightened by what you saw!"
Joel couldn't speak, he couldn't think of a thing to say, all he could do was to stare at the French teacher's delicious looking cunt. He couldn't take his eyes off it! The French teacher's nightie was still pushed up around her waist but she didn't seem to be aware of it. But he could see it...all glistening and wet, and he'd give anything to be able to reach out and just touch it with his fingers.
"Are you alright Joel," Sylvia Draper cooed. "Did you like what you saw, Justin licking my pussy like that?"
The French teacher was now aware of a new wanton tingling which was beginning to sparkle deep inside her. Her eyes were hungrily devouring young Joel's body, remembering how beautiful and naked he was for her earlier on in the day.
Joel was dumbstruck, he didn't know what to say. Yes he had liked watching her lovely body and her exciting cunt, without any panties on, only he wished that it had been him instead of Justin that had been licking her pussy. He could feel his own penis now begin to pound against his pajamas and he realized that he was very aroused.
The French teacher could see the swelling bulge between the boy's legs and she had to control herself, above all else she wanted to reach out and grab the young boy's cock.
"Take your clothes off Joel darling and climb in bed with Sylvia," she cooed, now totally having abandoned herself to her lascivious sexual cravings of her actions.
Suddenly Justin's face surged into anger.
What was she doing, was she trying to drive him crazy with jealousy by asking Joel to take his clothes off? Justin watched angrily while Joel began to shed his pajamas until he stood clad only in his undershorts, then he began to take them off too! And...and his cock was already getting hard, standing out nakedly from his slim loins!
Justin wanted to punch his twin Joel in the jaw but he knew he couldn't. He still felt triumphant however, at least he had sucked her pussy and she had loved every minute of it!
The French teacher felt desire rising wildly in her body and she couldn't take her eyes away from young Joel's erect little cock. Her hands raced eagerly over his smooth body and a tiny whimper of passion escaped her full lips. Dear God, what was she doing and was going to do was bad, wrong-she knew that. But she couldn't help herself. It was a demon inside her forcing her to act this way, and she had no control! She'd just die if she didn't go through with the lustful images which were suggesting themselves to her lewdly inflamed brain. She had completely forgotten about Justin now, she only had eyes for Joel.
"N-now darling, I'm going to get completely naked, like you! Would you like that?" she whispered obscenely her hands caressing his firm young body.
Oh God! would he like it, Joel shuddered with obvious excitement. "Y-yes, I'd like it . . . " he finally managed to stutter. In spite of Joel's mounting passion he was acutely aware of his twin Justin standing at the end of the bed. He hoped that he wouldn't beat him up later!
In one movement the sexy French teacher pulled off her nightie, "would you like to touch my breasts, Joel darling? Would you like to find out what a woman's tits feel like? Would you?"
Slowly and timidly Joel reached out and cupped one of the French teacher's full ripe breasts in his trembling fingers. He could hardly believe he was holding a real tit in his hands, he couldn't believe how soft and exciting they were, and how the hard nipples dug into his palms, almost as if they loved being held.
And then he felt a dull explosion in the region of his balls, and realized that she was holding his cock again, just like she had this morning. He could feel it growing and hardening in her hand, just like her tits were stiffening in his.
The French teacher's pumping hand moved convulsively up and down along the slender stalk of Joel's twelve year old penis. She could feel him lurching under her lascivious stroking, making him automatically squeeze tighter and harder on her passionately heaving breasts. Flutters of salacious pleasure scurried through her and there was a deep intense longing in the pit of her loins. Oh dear Lord, I'm lost now...utterly lost! But somehow the thought and realization didn't matter too much right now. All that really mattered was the beautiful naked body of the twelve year old boy she had been left in charge of.
Meanwhile, at the end of the bed, Justin could see perfectly what was transpiring between the French teacher and his twin, but involuntarily he edged closer, his eyes gaping in obscene fascination. He just couldn't believe what was going on. The French teacher had actually grabbed Joel's cock, after telling him to stroke her tits! It was just too much! Envious feelings of vicarious pleasure stirred inside him, but his real resentment had faded again so that he just wanted to keep on watching the lascivious spectacle!
"Now darling, let me tell you what I'm going to do!" the French teacher was whispering hoarsely to Joel, her hand still squeezing rhythmically on his fully erect penis which was poling out manfully from his slender adolescent hips.
"I'm not going to suck your lovely little prick like I did this morning," she went on raspingly, and an immediate look of disappointment flitted across the boy's face.
"Don't worry darling, we're going to do something new and exciting together. You'll like that, won't you?"
Without waiting for an answer, she shifted herself, drawing up into a kneeling position. Then she quickly pushed him flat onto the bed and straddled his supine young body, never losing her grip on his pulsating hard cock.
Joel stared at the perverse French teacher with widening eyes. He was no longer feeling her breasts, but he didn't care because now he could see the whole of her widespread cunt from the way she was positioned above him. He could just make out the pink moist circle of her cuntal hole, and he could also see the tip of her clitoris surrounded by soft wisps of black pubic curls! A crazy tingle cavorted through him, and his head felt weird, sort of spinning and whirling, and he hoped he wasn't going to faint.
"Ah, I can see you like my pussy! I can see you staring at it like crazy Joel," the wanton young widow smiled delightfully. "Here, let me help you see it better."
The mesmerized young teenager gasped as he watched her reach down and slowly spread the fleshy outer lips farther apart and reveal the full pink expanse of her moistly quivering cunt. He couldn't believe it! He was looking at a real live pussy, and what's more, it belonged lo the beautiful French teacher, the object of desire of every boy in St. Patrick's.
"Now Joel honey, we're going to do what grown-ups do," she insinuated. "I'm going to put your lovely hard cock in my pussy!"
Man, can...can she really mean that? II she does, that means I'll. . . I'll be fucking her! The thought of what was about to happen, sent young Joel's adolescent penis lurching into even more urgent hardness in spite of the quiver of apprehension which shivered through him. But he wouldn't let his inexperience worry him. He was going to fuck the French teacher...it was just too much to think about!
The impassioned French teacher saw the quickening surge of young Joel's cocl and a savage wave of animalisitc desire convulsed her hotly expectant loins. Oh God, do you know what you're doing? Yes, yes, she knew, but she didn't know why! She only knew that she wanted to fuck this darling boy. Even though she had no excuse of liquor or anything else to hide behind. There was nothing but her obscene perverted lust. But, oh dear Lord, she just couldn't help herself!
Without realizing it, Justin, a few feet away at the end of the bed, had unzipped his fly to give relief to his aching, thudding penis. He could hardly believe the lecherous scene he was watching was real. He himself, with all his depraved thoughts, could never have imagined anything like it. And yet here was the French teacher, her legs spread wide, showing every bit of her fabulous cunt-and she was guiding that young squirt's cock right up between her legs!
The lewdly gaping boy could see the sensitive pink flesh of the French teacher's pussy, he himself had been sucking and slavering less than half an hour before. Now it was salaciously positioned up over the spoking length of his twin's cock and she was slowly lowering herself down onto it! Chrissakes, it was so exciting just watching it! He couldn't help tugging and stroking his own penis! At least it relieved the tremendous pressure which was building up there! He only wished to God it was himself instead of that punk Joel who was there naked on the bed with the French teacher.
An ecstatic moan of abandoned pleasure escaped the lovely black-haired French teacher's lips as she felt the first contact of her young lover's child-cock against her squirmingly heated pussy. Oh God, she could hardly wait! She rotated her pelvis slightly, moistening the burgeoning head with her excitedly secreting inner moisture, each time enclosing more and more of the bulbous cock-head and shaft with her hungrily welcoming vagina.
Joel's eyes bulged out of his head, and he had to fight back the impulse to ram his passion-hardened cock right up into her cunt. The desire was instinctive, and overrode the youth's natural fear and apprehension. Gosh he couldn't believe it was really happening to him. And with Justin watching! He remembered his twin brother again, and couldn't stop himself from glancing in his direction. Man, he had his penis out too! And he was stroking it with his own hand! The implications of what he saw struck the bewildered boy. That must mean Justin wasn't mad at him anymore. But even if he was, at this point he didn't give a damn because nothing would make him stop what he was doing! He was going to fuck the French teacher, and wild horses wouldn't pull him away!
The depraved French teacher cautioned herself to be careful, telling herself that her youthful lover was just a boy-only twelve years old-a virgin. But her inner need was driving her almost into a frenzy, and she couldn't help herself anymore. She had to feel the fabulous sensation of her little darling's cock pulsing up inside her...she couldn't wait any longer.
"Now darling...I'm going to help you put your wonderful little prick all the way in...all the way up into my pussy."
M-man, it was going to happen now! And....
"Ooooooohhhhhh.... .Mmmmm mmmmm mnnnnnn... ! " The French teacher had lowered herself expertly down on ethe throbbing cock-hardness until it was all swallowed up completely inside her. She quivered all over from the incredible impaling sensation, and she wriggled her voluptuous buttocks, flattening her desire-ridden vagina against the peach-like fuzz of her young lover's loins. Oh God, it was like nothing she had ever imagined! It was so incredible, so different from when Nigel...but she couldn't think of Nigel now. She wouldn't think about the fact that it was a twelve year old virgin she was so depravedly seducing. She'd only think about the overwhelming shudders of pleasure rippling through her from the wanton feeling caused by young Joel's throbbing penis buried up in her hungrily grasping pussy.
Justin's balls felt as tight as a drum as he continued to stroke and pull on his desire-enlarged cock from his vantage point at the end of the bed. His eyes were blurring from keeping them trained on the lascivious sight of the gorgeous French teacher astride his young twin. He could see the quivering length of Joel's jerking cock as it appeared from, then disappeared into the French teacher's wildly oscillating cuntal orifice. He could see the petal-shaped edges clutching greedily at the slender shaft as they drew it up into the warm darkness of her vaginal passage, and then clinging eagerly to it as she levered her rounded ass-cheeks up again. Her breasts were dancing like crazy, the nipples like pointed cherries sticking out in the air. Man, he wished it was him fucking the French teacher instead of Joel. But his cock felt as hard and aching as if it was, and he couldn't help it if he kept on giving it the old business. He'd go crazy if he didn't, what with watching the French teacher and his twin brother fucking and all!
The helplessly aroused French teacher warned herself to take it easy. Joel was just a mere child, and she didn't want the incredible bliss to end too soon! But she couldn't help the wild internal gyrations of her insanely excited pussy, no more than she could control her involuntary bobbing up and down on his slender, desire-hardened cock. She had never felt so excited in all her life. It was so different from making love with Nigel...this time, she was the one in control. She was possessing this young boy, instead of being possessed. She was fucking him...and oh God, she was ready to burst. She couldn't hold back any longer!
"Uuuuuuuuugggggggghhhhhhnnnnn...Aaaaaaahhhhhhhhh...." Joel gasped again and again. Already he could feel that hot cum far up inside him boiling and seething, just like it had this morning before it shot out into her mouth. Now it was going to happen again, only this time it would flow right up into her cunt! Man, he couldn't wait for that to happen, but at the same time, he wanted to prolong this other feeling as long as he could. He was fucking the French teacher, and he didn't ever want it to end. But it had to....
"Oh man, Miss Draper. . . it's going to happen again...it's going to...AAAAAAHHHHHHHH...."
He couldn't help it. Some demon took control of his hips and made them jerk upward to crash against the French teacher's dementedly contorting pussy above. Then he felt the hot onrush of his semen as it left the ricocheting explosion of his balls and scurried along the length of his jerking penis to erupt far up into the greedily clutching depths of the French teacher's pussy.
"Oh God, Oh God! I'm cumming too!"
The French teacher's voice was high and shrill and she felt the wonderful flooding of her darling boy's hot sperm at the same time as the floodgates of her own passion were opened and came flowing down in a steaming orgasmic moistness. Her entire body was permeated by incredible sensations and her head was reeling as she continued to ride the boy's slender form with the dexterity of a circus performer.
Meanwhile, at the end of the bed, Justin, his eyes nearly popping out of his head, couldn't hold back either, and almost automatically the wet sticky ejection of his own seething balls gushed into his lewdly squeezing hand. He could see a thin white trail of his twin brother's sperm as it trickled back out of the hotly receptive passage of the French teacher's pussy and the convulsive writhing of Joel's nut-hard balls. The two naked figures, one voluptuous and expert, the other slender and until now, virginal, rocked together in a licentious dance of wanton abandon, feeding the lewd flames of his own over-riding excitement.
The seductive French teacher was hardly aware of anything now, she felt like a shooting star cascading its glory into the universe as she rode upon the wings of her sensational orgasm. Gone now were all the confusions and doubts in her mind, she had taken her pleasure with a twelve year old boy and it had been an overwhelmingly passionate experience for her. . . as she sensed it had been for him. She wasn't remorseful or guilty at all, she had taken him on a ride into manhood, she had initiated him into the art of loving, better her than someone who would take their pleasure and not give him anything in return.
Now as she gazed down at his serene face she knew that she had given him the most blissful experience of his young life. He was now on his way to manhood.
CHAPTER FIVE
"Collect call for Miss Sylvia Draper from Mr. Henry Wiggins," a nasal voice said at the other end of the line.
Oh my God! thought the French teacher wildly, it's the Headmaster calling from the Bahamas. s
"I'll take the call... hello, yes, hello Headmaster, how are you," Sylvia said timidly.
"Just wanted to check up on the boys, are they having a good Christmas Sylvia?" the Headmaster asked kindly.
Sylvia Draper talked with the Headmaster for a while, telling him of all the things she and the boys had done, and yes they were fine, everything was fine and then she hung up the telephone.
Suddenly the young French teacher was filled with an incredible sense of guilt and remorse. Suddenly she realized what she had done, the Headmaster's voice had put her really back in touch with the fact that she had used and defiled two innocent young boys. Two boys who had been left in her charge for the Christmas vacation because they couldn't go home for Christmas. She had betrayed the trust placed in her, she was rotten and no-good, how could she continue on at St. Patrick's.
The guilt-ridden French teacher poured herself a stiff brandy and sat down in the comfortable chair in the living room to think.
There was no doubt about it, she would resign from St. Patrick's, how could she do anything else. How could she continue on her life at the school, knowing full well her tendencies toward young boys. The Greyson twins had really shown her what a lecherous and perverted young woman she really was. Better she go to live in New York and walk the streets, really become a whore, then to seduce two innocent young boys.
It was in this state that the boys found the tearful French teacher. Both, united in their love and concern for her begged her to tell them what was wrong. They had grown so fond of the French teacher that they couldn't bear to see her unhappy.
"I'm going to resign from St. Patrick's," she told them firmly.
"Why!" they both echoed with horror, profoundly disturbed that she wouldn't be around the school for the rest of the year.
"Because of what I've done. It's wrong and wicked what I've done with both of you boys, I'm beside myself with grief," she sobbed.
The boys tried to comfort the distraught young woman but neither of them could and finally she went up to her bedroom to rest for a while. Justin decided to ski to town and Joel decided to clear the entrance to the school, it had snowed quite heavily that morning and he was concerned that they would be blocked in. It was the day before Christmas and both of them were looking forward to going out for a drive the following day, they had also been invited to a party at the home of one of the boys from St. Patrick's.
"Maybe she'll feel better later on," Justin said seriously. "Honestly Joel, I'll never tell a soul about what happened...how about you."
"No way, it's our secret. I had hoped we could, well, you know...the rest of the term."
"Me too," Justin said forlornly, "I didn't even manage to fuck her yet, you lucky beast. Let's try and persuade her to stay...agreed?"
"Sure," Joel said eagerly, remembering his ecstatic tumble in bed with the sexy young French teacher.
About an hour later, after having cleared the driveway, Joel Greyson came back into the house. He cleaned up in the bathroom and then made his way up stairs to change his shirt. It was at that moment that he heard loud, racking sobs coming from the French teacher's bedroom. The sensitive young boy couldn't bear to hear Miss Draper crying that way and rushed into her room, making her crumpled figure out on the bed in the darkened room.
"Who is it?" she whispered urgently.
"It's me, Joel, please don't cry Miss Draper, I can't bear it," the young boy said, starting to sob himself.
"You must leave my room Joel," the French teacher said firmly.
"Please Miss Draper, please don't leave the school," Joel sobbed now quickly winding his arms around the French teacher's neck. He was clinging to her for dear life, and against her will-oh Lord, she really didn't want to leave St. Patrick's...she really didn't want to.
"Oh Joel, you're so sweet, so sweet," the French teacher cooed.
"Please don't leave us, Justin and I love you," Joel said simply, finding in Miss Draper the love he had always lacked in his mother.
Sylvia Draper could hardly believe what was happening to her as young Joel hugged and squeezed her. She was loved and needed, oh
God! how good that felt. Perhaps she could stay at St. Patrick's if the boys promised to keep their secret, maybe they could even see each other occasionally during the school term. Oh God! she loved little Joel so much and Justin too really, she wanted to stay, she really wanted to.
Joel felt his dormant penis stirring to life now as he held the sexy French teacher in his young arms. Suddenly he knew that he wanted to show her that he loved her as much as she loved him and he started to pull off his clothes quickly.
"Joel what are you doing," she cried out in amazement.
"I want to show you how much I love you, Miss Draper," Joel said quietly.
"No Joel, you mustn't, we mustn't," the frightened French teacher said.
Then she felt it. His hardening young penis jutting against the flat plane of her stomach, the rounded head already inflated with passion. She felt it... and was lost!
"Oh Joel darling," she murmured helplessly gathering him into her arms.
"Let me feel your tits again Miss Draper, please, the way I did before."
Joy full the aroused French teacher began to pull off her clothes.
"I'm going to turn on the lamp honey, so I can see your beautiful body...and you can see me too."
Her blood was racing through her veins as she gazed down at the naked body of her young charge. How could she have gone away from this beautiful boy, how could she? She felt Joel's eager hands on her breasts, pulling and tweaking her nipples until she groaned with pleasure then she bent down and kissed his lovely innocent mouth. Her lips trailed down over his quivering body after a while, sucking and biting greedily on his soft flesh.
"Oh Miss Draper, let me put it in now! I can't wait any longer," he panted passionately, and she saw that his blood-heavy penis was jerking and twitching uncontrollably.
"All right darling, but let me get astride you-like this-and that way it'll be better for both of us."
The impassioned French teacher thought she'd sob with relief when she felt the vibrant strength of his virile young body beneath her. Oh God, what a fool she was to think she could have denied herself this adorable body. She just couldn't live without his beautiful little cock, just as she thought she couldn't live without Nigel!
"Oh yes darling, your prick is nice and hard, just like my cunt your cock is ready and waiting!"
She began to lower herself down onto the upstanding rod of tender boy-cock, hardly able to will herself to take it easy.
"Mmmmmmmmnnnnn...yesssssss . . . " she gasped when she felt the bulbously rounded head come into contact with the wet pulsing flesh of her outer pussy. Oh dear God, it felt so good. Her little lover's penis felt so good!
Joel watched through lust-blurred eyes as the velvety, hair-lined outer folds of the French teacher's pussy came down and enclosed the head of his vibrating cock, and then she began to slide down it as if it was some kind of a greased pole. Gosh, it was happening, just like the last time, only this time it was better because he knew what was going on!
"Hhhhhhhhhggggggghhhh...oooooohhhhh...." the French teacher gasped when she had finally taken all the length of Joel's desire-stiffened member up inside her eagerly clutching cuntal depths. She could feel her vaginal walls closing in on the throbbing shaft, fitting it like a glove. She felt complete again. Joel really knew how to satisfy her, despite his twelve years he really knew how to satisfy a woman. She contracted her internal muscles, eliciting a gasp of pleasure from the lasciviously excited boy, and then began to rise again, letting the palpitating penile hardness glide out of her moistly clinging cuntal channel. Then she slid down again, hardly able to wait until she felt his wonderful boy-cock filling her once more.
Oh God, it was absolute heaven, and nothing mattered at all. She knew that she was lost completely to the twins. They were her boys now and she was utterly devoted to them.
Somehow or other she would stay on at St. Patrick's and they would learn how to hide their love from the rest of the world. Perhaps they could persuade their parents to give them private French tuition and they could continue to meet in private in her rooms at the school. Oh dear God, it was wrong and depraved, she knew it and yet she couldn't stop herself... she just couldn't keep herself away from the twins!
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Justin stacked his skis up against the wall of the Headmaster's house, pulling off his boots and stepped into the house. The moment he entered the hallway downstairs he knew what was going on in the French teacher's bedroom.
"Damn them," he growled to himself, "I'm the one left out again."
Quietly the furious boy climbed the stairs, hearing the wild mewls and sobs coming from the bedroom. Justin felt the all too familiar stab of jealousy, but he resolutely put that aside. He moved closer to the doorway, then into the room, his eyes transfixed by the sight of the French teacher's greedily receptive cunt clutching voraciously at his twin brother's disappearing cock. The white rounded half-moons of her buttocks flared and clenched again as she worked lasciviously over the boy's thrusting penis, and the watching boy found himself mesmerized by the sight of her strained, dark anal crevice up between her lewdly gyrating ass-cheeks. It looked so mysterious and at the same time inviting. He stepped closer, eager to see everything he could.
"Oh Joel darling, you fuck so good now. Bu-but there's something else I'd like you to do for me! Will you...will you stick your finger in my asshole?"
That was something Nigel used to do sometimes, and the illicit act used to give her a perverse kind of thrill. Now she felt as if she couldn't give her wildly churning body enough excitement.
Joel could hardly believe his ears. Surely she didn't mean that. . . surely she didn't want him to put his finger back there...in her ass! Maybe he ought to do it!
"Oh yesss...that's it! Screw it right into my asshole darling."
Again, the wildly excited boy couldn't believe his ears. She had said, "that's right," he hadn't done anything! Then he saw Justin crouched behind them on the bed.
"Aaaaaaagggghhhhhh...yes, hurt me like that!"
A shiver of agonizing pain shot through the French teacher's spine, but still she began to wriggle her buttocks back on the impaling finger that was thrust obscenely up into her anus. She liked that pain-it made her feel better about what she was doing and at the same time she could enjoy it in a masochistic kind of way.
Behind her on the bed, Justin stared hypnotically at his middle finger rammed halfway into the crinkled little hole of the French teacher's rectum. Her depraved request to Joel had somehow activated him, and he had, without thinking, thrust his finger right up into the tight rubbery ring. "Hurt me," she had pleaded. Now he was hurting her and she liked it!
He could feel his penis burning against his leg like a red-hot poker, and he wanted to do something to ease it. But he was damned if he was going to play with himself again! No, he didn't want to be left out this time! He didn't know if what was happening was meant that the French teacher wasn't going to leave St. Patrick's after all. But he wasn't going to take any chances.
But, what could he do? he thought feverishly, his eyes fixed on the convulsively clasping ring that circled his finger. A perverse, almost impossible idea flitted across his brain. No, he couldn't do that. . . but maybe he could. Hurt me, she begged...maybe he could after all.
Hurriedly, the obscenely aroused boy tore off his clothes, letting the throbbing length of his cock jut out proudly from his slender muscular hips. His hands reached over and began to caress the soft-fleshed cheeks of her buttocks as she bobbed up and down on the heaving shaft of his twin brother's cock. He heard her moan from the unexpected touch there, and he continued to knead and squeeze the bouncing roundness. He strained the velvety cheeks apart, revealing the dark, slightly moist crevice and the hairless orifice, where his finger had been moments before. Yes, he was definitely going to do that... .
He guided the bulbous head of his pounding penis toward her small defenseless rectal opening. The French teacher pulled back apprehensively, but Justin didn't seem to notice as he positioned his hotly swollen cock-head against her tiny cringing anus.
The French teacher finally realized that something was. happening behind her. The lust-demented woman had thought that the finger inserted in her rectum had been Joel's but now she wondered.
"Justin?" she whispered in a low urgent voice.
"Yes, Miss Draper, it's me...."
Justin was there too! The excited young French teacher's heart quickened with a mixture of fear and anticipation. What was he going to do? But still she kept sliding up and down, riding the panting redheaded boy beneath her with graceful rhythm.
"Oh gosh, Miss Draper, I... can't last... much longer...." the frantic boy sobbed suddenly. His body was on fire and his cock felt as if it were swollen to twice its size. He was sure it would explode at any minute, for the aching deep in his balls was almost unbearable. But... but what was Justin doing?
Justin heard his twin brother's whimpered moan and knew that he had to hurry if he wanted to do what he had in mind. Holding the French teacher's succulent ass-cheeks firmly in both hands, he drove the lustfully distended shaft of his adolescent cock hard against the small helpless opening of her rectum.
"AAAAAAAAAhhhhhhgggggg...Stop!
Stop!" Miss Draper wept feebly, desperately trying to wriggle her buttocks away from Justin's painful thrusts. But the lewdly impassioned twelve year old boy wasn't to be denied, and, with a deep guttural grunt, he slammed forward again. This time, through sheer will power, he managed to insert his bulbous cock-head up inside her tightly resisting passage.
For a long moment, Joel, imprisoned by the French teacher's voraciously milking pussy, was paralyzed by what was happening. He didn't know for sure what it was. He only knew that Justin was hurting his beloved French teacher.
"Stop it! Stop it, Justin! Stop hurting Miss Draper or...or I'll make you!"
Justin seemed oblivious to Joel's threats as he drove his pile-driving penis up into her futilely resisting back passage. But the French teacher heard Joel's anguished cries.
"It... it's all right, Joel darling! Justin...let Justin hurt me. . . it's what I deserve...." She didn't know what made her utter those words. She only knew that she welcomed this punishment in a crazy kind of way. It somehow atoned for what she had decided to do-for the decision she had taken.
Justin continued to force his lust-hardened cock into the tight glove-like channel until, finally, he had sunk it to the very hilt in Sylvia's sorely split rectum. A surge of pride filled him at the thought of what he was doing. Now I'm really a man, he thought, gloatingly, his eyes feasting on the sight of his thick rigid cock rimmed by the crinkled edge of her salaciously impaled anus.
The French teacher felt as if she was being torn in two back there. She felt this too in a kind of masochistic daze. Justin is paying me back for corrupting Joel, just like he tried to do when he sucked my pussy. She winced as Justin began to withdraw, feeling all her tender rubbery insides being dragged out excruciatingly, but almost right away he began to plunge right back up inside again.
Her warmly constricting rectal depths closed in savagely on his tunneling cock, squeezing it almost beyond endurance, but Justin didn't care about that. He desperately tried to establish a rhythm, and he could feel Joel's cock thrusting through the thin membrane dividing the French teacher's twin passages. Heck, they were both fucking her at the same time! He and Joel both!
This realization added to Justin's sadistic pleasure and he tried to force his blood-engorged penis in and out in rhythm with the other adolescent cock skewering in and out beneath.
The French teacher, sandwiched between the two boys, felt lewdly titillating sensations she hadn't experienced before. It hurt her back there, all right, but not in an altogether unpleasant way. Justin was punishing her all right, and what better way and time than when she was fucking his twin, Joel half to death. It served her right, wanton bitch that she was, and maybe Justin would punish her again and again like that. The idea of this happening had a peculiar effect on the lust-demented young French teacher.
She forgot, or at least didn't feel any longer, the searing pain. All she felt was the glorious feeling of being made to suffer for what she was doing, so she had the pleasure, like no other on earth, of enjoying her darling Joel fucking her in front while her darling Justin humiliated her by taking her anally at the same time!
"Oh yessss...that's right, hurt me back there!"
With wild insane movements, she thrust her flaring buttocks back against Justin's relentlessly impaling penis and then swung down again to enclose all of Joel's up-thrust boy-penis in her hungrily clutching depths. Carnal pleasure suffused her entire body as she was buffeted between the two teenagers. Her forever-stretched rectum seemed to dilate to allow easier passage to Justin's pistoning cock and permit the twin brothers to screw into her as one.
But little Joel was now nearly frantic. The French teacher couldn't believe that he had held out for so long, but she didn't know the superhuman force which it took for him to contain himself. But he had wanted to wait just a moment longer so he could experience the craziest thing of all-both he and Justin fucking the French teacher together. The red-headed boy was amazed that Justin was doing it to Miss Draper in the anus, but he was relieved to find she wasn't being hurt by it anymore. But, gosh, he couldn't stop it all happening to him now! It had gone on so long that his balls would burst if he didn't let out. He just had to... .
"AAAAAAhhhhh...uuuuuuuugggggggnnnnnnnngggg...." And then, the French teacher felt little Joel's searing semen flowing up into the farthest recesses of her thirstily milking pussy. Greedily her inner walls pulled and tugged on his ejaculating young cock, sucking every drop of moisture from it. At the same time, she continued to thrust back her buttocks so that her widely stretched anus could welcome the other twin's jackhammering penis in full.
The impassioned French teacher knew that she would never be the same again, she knew that she had made a difficult decision but she would do her best to control herself during the school year.
Joel's penis began to slip deflatedly from her wetly tingling cunt now as the first waves of orgasmic pleasure washed over her own totally abandoned body. Her whole being began to shiver and then was convulsed by spasms of uncontrollable lust-explosions.
"Aaaaaarrrrrrrhhh...oh God, Justin, keep fucking me in the ass, darling...keep fucking me...."
Everything was blotted out then as the writhing French teacher's orgasm began to buck and twist her body on the bed, every inch of her was trembling and then she felt the first scalding jets of Justin's life-giving sperm catapult up into her clasping rectal passage.
Justin's breath was coming in ragged spurts now as he emptied his white-hot cum deep up in to the French teacher's anus. He could hardly believe that he and his twin brother had fucked the French teacher together and yet he knew it was true. He could hardly believe his erotic pleasure now as wave after wave of orgiastic delight rocked his young frame, his red hair bobbing over his eyes, his mouth drooling in wanton abandonment. He was a man now, finally he was a man and the seductive French teacher had given him his manhood.
He and Joel were united now in a new and entirely different way, in fact the three of them were now irrevocably bound together. They couldn't allow the French teacher to leave St.
Patrick's ever, they just couldn't. She couldn't deny them this pleasure now that they knew it existed...it just wouldn't be fair!
CHAPTER SIX
Christmas day had come and gone, the boys had been thrilled with their gifts and the French teacher had spent the most enjoyable Christmas vacation ever.
They all knew that it wouldn't be too long before the Headmaster would be coming back and each of them secretly longed for time to expand itself so that they could all enjoy each other for as long as possible.
Joel was spending the day with Roger De Camp, a fellow student who lived not far from the school and Sylvia Draper and Justin were getting to spend a little time alone for the first time.
At first, Joel had been Sylvia's pet but now she realized that she loved them both equally. How could she separate one from the other, they were almost identical in looks anyway.
"Sylvia," Justin said quietly.
"Yes Justin," Sylvia Draper replied staring into the burning fire in the living room grate.
"I feel, well, I feel...." the embarrassed boy stammered.
"I know, you feel that I've given Joel more than I've given you. It's true but I'll make it up to you now." she smiled sexily.
Without waiting for any further invitation, Justin stripped off his clothes to reveal his anxious cock already jutting out from his red pubic hairs.
"Mmmmmm...nice and ready," grinned Sylvia Draper lewdly, reaching out to stroke his throbbing member with eager fingers.
"Oh God...Sylvia...your hand feels so fabulous on my prick," the aroused boy gasped, his eyes half closing in pleasure.
The impassioned French teacher stood up now, throwing her housedress off to reveal her naked body beneath. "Why don't you stroke my pussy darling," she cooed.
Justin needed no urging, he saw that the French teacher had parted her velvet thighs slightly so that he could see the enticing gleam of moist pink flesh there. Gingerly, he reached out with his trembling hand and brushed it against the quivering split of her obscenely waiting vagina.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmm, now that feels nice," Sylvia moaned approvingly, spreading her legs a little farther apart. Now Justin could see the tip of her reddish rigid clitoris and the faint edges of her pulsating little cuntal hole. He began to probe his fingers up into the wet soft flesh, feeling the sensitive flanges squirm under his touch. Gradually, he got more courageous and began to explore the deeper recesses, getting to know the mysteries of the beautiful French teacher's heatedly churning pussy. All the while, Sylvia Draper was stroking and fondling his throbbing cock, making it grow under her touch, dropping her hand down occasionally to fondle the writhing laden sac of his balls.
"Mmmmmmmmm, now that's getting me hot," the French teacher moaned, "want to kiss and suck my breasts?"
Did he want to, oh boy, groaned Justin as he reached up and began to fondle the French teacher's full ripe breasts. He didn't like to stop playing with her cunt, but he was dying to get his mouth around those lovely big breasts of hers. The nipples looked like big pink jewels and he couldn't wait to get the feel of them between his lips.
He nuzzled his head into the heaving valley of her breasts, inhaling her sweet womanly odor, feeling overpowered by the femininity of her. Then he lowered his mouth over one ruby-crested nipple and enclosed it greedily between his eager lips. Man, it felt good, just like he knew it would! He began to suck and pull on it lovingly feeling it harden under his tongue while at the same time, his hands kneaded and squeezed the arousedly throbbing mounds of both breasts. He kissed and sucked first one and then the other until the twin nipples stood up like red glistening spears from the white-creaminess of the surrounding flesh.
Then he knew what he wanted to do next. Hardly hesitating, he bruised his lips down on her half-open mouth and felt the exquisite sweetness of her lips. He felt her tongue begin to respond to his as it began to swirl around inside, twisting and dancing around his own tongue until the two of them began to whip up a froth of their commingled saliva.
The lascivious French teacher's arms reached up now and encircled the young boy, she felt a new wave of lustful pleasure rack her body. Justin wasn't as innocent as Joel, it was almost as if he was more of a man. She loved the feel of his cock pressing against her thigh and the knowledge that it had stabbed her rectum filled her with perverse delight.
"Oh Lord Justin, my cunt's on fire! Fuck me now!"
Her lewd words of command thrilled the aroused young boy and made him feel masterful instead of subservient. . "Put it in then Miss Draper," he hissed through passion-clenched teeth. "Put my prick into your hot pussy."
Without hesitation, the willing young French teacher reached down again and grasped the firm young rod between her fingers. She glanced down excitedly at it, noting the burgeoning head sheening a faint purplish with a tiny speck of cum glistening at the glans opening on the tip. Then she began to guide it toward the small quivering opening to her sensually alive body. She moaned hoarsely when she felt the first contact between its lustful hardness and the delicate tendrils of her own quivering cunt-softness. She began to rotate the inflated head around in the moist secretions and then she nudged aside the tingling outer folds.
Justin could hardly hold himself back. It was fabulous...better even than fucking her in the anus. But he didn't want to rush it. He wanted to savor every fantastic minute of what he was going to do. He held his throbbing penis there at the petal-shaped opening to her belly, listening to her quickening breathing as desire accelerated inside her.
God, she looked beautiful lying there, her shimmering black hair curled delicately around her beautiful face, and her deep red eyes of her nipples gleaming against the white smoothness of her breasts. Her womanly hips flared out provocatively as if to display to perfection the wonderful black triangle of her pubic "vee". Yes, he and Joel were lucky to have spent the Christmas vacation with her and to have had her initiate them into the art of loving.
"Oh God, Justin, fuck me now...I can't wait any longer!"
Justin stared down at the French teacher now and then without a word, he began to force his blood-heavy penis against her anxiously waiting cuntal orifice.
He heard her moan softly and then her entire pussy seemed to flower open to admit his relentlessly thrusting cock. He could feel the heated inner walls closing in like a satin glove on his palpitating member and he guided it in all the way until it was buried to the hilt in her eagerly welcoming belly. The edges of her clinging cunt were tight around the base of his cock and the red hairs at the bottom of his penis meshed with the fine black strands of her pubic curls. He held it aside for a long time, excitement mounting surely and steadily inside him, getting ready for the moment when it would ignite like a keg of powder and detonate every inch of his burning flesh.
He flexed his seething member slightly, feeling her responsive shudder reverberating the length of her magnificent body, and then he began to withdraw his imbedded cock-shaft with infinite slowness. When just the burgeoning head was still entrapped by the delicate fluted edges of her vaginal hole, he slid forward again until he felt the heavy weight of his balls slamming against the upturned crevice of her ass-cheeks and he had buried his rigidity to the hilt once more in her hungrily receptive pussy.
Sylvia Draper hardly knew what to make of this remarkable boy, he was only a twelve year old boy she knew and yet he seemed like a mature man, he was certainly fucking her with the expertise of one who had done it many times and yet she knew that he had been a virgin when he came to her. She like the feel of his stiff cock sliding in and out of her orgiastically dilating cunt and she like the even strokes with which he fucked her. Yes, she had a lot to be thankful for. These two boys, sweet red-headed twins that they were, had helped her to forget her pain and sorrow over Nigel's strange disappearing act. They wanted her, she had forgotten all about Nigel's rejection now, she was wanted and it made her feel good!
She felt his strong adolescent hips swing back and forth easily as he drove his thrusting cock far up into the depths of her eager pussy. She brought up her legs so that they circled his back and locked her ankles around him so she was clinging to him with a hold of steel. Then she snaked her arms up and wrapped them around his neck and pulled him down on her. That way, he could feel the hard points of her nipples digging into his chest and also their two bodies could swing and rock together easily. Man, it was fabulous and Sylvia was fabulous too!
"Mmmmmmmmmmm, Justin darling. . . you make a wonderful lover!" the aroused French teacher crooned as she flexed her pelvis forward and received her young lover's hard strokes. Her whole body was tinglingly alive now, but in a different way than it had been be fore. This time, it was a more relaxed, less frenzied kind of passion-but a passion all the same.
The French teacher and her lover were so embroiled in their lascivious act that they didn't hear a car pull up outside the house and then drive away. Fortunately for them, Mr. De Camp, Roger's father didn't come into the house with Joel, otherwise all hell would have let loose. Upon arrival at Roger De Camp's house it was discovered that his younger sister had developed the mumps and Mrs. De Camp, anxious to spare Joel the illness had suggested that Mr. De Camp drive him back to the school. Joel was disappointed but not half as disappointed as he was when he realized what was going on in the living room between his twin-brother Justin and the French teacher.
The young boy stared into the living room, Justin was fucking Miss Draper and Joel edged closer to get a better look at them. He saw Justin's thrusting cock sawing in and out of the French teacher's wildly clasping cunt and he could see the delicate pink edges of her cunt as his rod disappeared inside her. It was so exciting to see and Miss Draper was moaning wildly. God! the young boy thought to himself, I'd like to grab hold of both of them. Then the thought struck him. Why not?
Without taking his eyes off his twin-brother's driving penis skewering into the French teacher's helplessly aroused cunt, he reached over and grabbed the heaving mounds of her breasts, his fingers leaving red marks on the tender white flesh. He began to titillate the rock-hard nipples, feeling them stiffen even more under his touch.
Sylvia Draper at once realized what was happening. Joel was home again, for some reason. She could feel his excited hand on her breasts, and then she wondered if his lovely boy-cock was hard and firm once more. Then, a fabulous thought struck her. Yes, that's what she'd do. It was incredible and exhilarating being fucked by twelve year old Justin, but it would be even better if she could suck Joel off at the same time.
"Joel? Joel darling?" '
"Yes Miss Draper, I'm here...." he moved closer to her with relinquishing his grip on her palpitating breasts.
"Oh honey, I'd love to taste and feel your cock in my mouth! Put your beautiful prick in my mouth, won't you? like you did the other day."
Joel heard her urgent request. Yes, he'd do that. After all, Justin had joined in when he was fucking the French teacher before.
He reached down and grasped his own inflated penis between his thumb and forefinger, and looked at it proudly before guiding it toward the French teacher's rounded waiting lips.
"Oh my honey, it's so big and hard already! I can't wait to take it in my mouth."
Expertly, the passionately aroused young French teacher slid her lips over the bulbous cock-head, gliding along the whole length of it until it nearly reached the back of her throat. Almost immediately, it began to expand in her voraciously sucking mouth, and in perverted bliss she timed her lewd milking movements to match Justin's quickening thrusts up into her excitedly writhing pussy below. Her hand displaced Joel's and grasped his slender rod firmly by the base, pressuring that sensitive area over so gently, making the lust-intoxicated boy moan with feverish pleasure. Her other hand, released from Justin's neck, began to cradle the churning balls as if they were precious jewels.
God, his beautiful young cock tasted so good in her mouth! And she loved the sweet smell of him, yes this was sheer bliss. Justin was fucking her fantastically in her cunt, while she sucked Joel's delicious penis. What more could she ask for?
Justin realized that he wasn't jealous at all of Joel, next time he'd get her to do that for him. He was getting into the swing of fucking her now, the only thing he worried about was that he couldn't last. He could see that Joel was going out of his mind shoving his cock into her mouth...and the way she was yanking at his balls...holy smoke! he thought she would pull them off.
"Oh gosh Miss Draper...Ooooooohhhhhh...." Joel gasped, his face flushing even more. There was a deep ache in his testicles, and he felt as if every inch of him had been electrified with prods from a branding iron. Gosh, he didn't want to cum so soon, but it looked as if he wouldn't be able to help himself. The French teacher felt so good licking and sucking his cock that he thought it would explode soon if he tried to hold back any longer.
"Aaaaaaahhhhhhhh...oh Miss Draper, I'm going to...Aaaaaaahhhhhhhhgggghhhhhnnn-nnnmmmmmnnnnn...."
His slender adolescent hips were battering against the French teacher's wildly sucking face, forcing as much of his thrusting penis as possible between her slavishly working lips. His balls were churning unbearably as he felt the rush of his semen gush along his orgasmically pumping shaft and erupt into her hungry milking mouth.
Man, Justin thought excitedly as he watched, she's going to drink Joel's jism! He could hardly believe it, but he saw her cheeks hollowing and filling and saw the gulping motion of her Adam's apple. A thrill of licentious pleasure coursed through him at the lascivious scene he was witnessing. Joel looked as if he had blown his mind, and heck, you couldn't blame him! Justin saw a thin trail of cum escape the French teacher's tenacious lips and he watched in transfixed fascination as it tricked down the corner of her mouth. Man, she really-likes that stuff....
Sylvia Draper eagerly gulped the remaining dregs of Joel's sperm...but she didn't want his darling penis to leave her mouth. Now, though, she knew it was time to give her full attention to the unbelievable fucking that Justin was giving her. "Oh God, Justin darling, keep fucking me like that...I love the way you fuck me...."
Her lewdly uttered words were the last straw for the frenziedly pumping boy. He couldn't hold back a single second longer. His balls were like lumps of lead and his cock was jumping with the need to squirt it all into her cunt. He had to! He had to!
"Oooooooooohh...I'm going to cum, Miss Draper, I'm going to cum...CUMMMMMMMMMM---"
A ripple of licentious excitement shuddered through the French teacher's body when she at last felt the first drops of his youthful sperm shooting into her waiting vagina. The first time, she had felt it and received it in her forever-stretched rectum. Now she was receiving it into her belly, minutes after she had sucked his twin-brother's cock dry! Oh God! you're depraved... completely wicked, she told herself, but this time the thought was not a frightened mortified one, she had accepted what she was...there was nothing else she could do about it anymore.
"Oh yesssss... darling, I'm nearly there too!"
Her body shuddered and quivered as she felt each deep demanding thrust, and then all hell broke loose, or so it seemed. She was mewling uncontrollably, her words hoarse and incoherent. Her hips were thrashing wildly and her inner cuntal walls were working convulsively as they tried to drain every last drop from her young lover's ejaculating penis.
Justin felt as if the end of the world had come. Man, it was beyond his wildest dreams. Far better than when he had fucked her in the anus. For a moment he was afraid that she'd yank his cock right off, her cunt seemed so strong, but he knew she was just excited out of her mind. Their two bodies shook and spasmed together, and the. salaciously aroused boy felt that he was irrevocably fused to the beautiful young French teacher.
The two of them writhed and bucked as Justin's red hot sperm churned into her waiting belly. Joel was kissing them both all over now and it was difficult to tell one body from the other.
"You won't ever go away will you," Joel was sobbing passionately now as his mouth found once again the passionate French teacher's hardened nipple. "Please say you won't leave us."
"I promise I won't Joel, but we have to keep our love a secret. If anyone ever found out about it I would be punished, you know that don't you."
Sylvia Draper looked into both of the boys' eyes now deeply and knew that they would keep their word. Justin thought of the bets he had received and that he would lose his allowance for January, but he didn't care. He didn't want anyone else, that is other than Joel, to have Miss Draper. She was theirs...theirs for as long as they stayed at St. Patrick's. She was right, maybe they could write to their parents and ask for private French lessons, that way they would get to see her at least once a week in her own rooms.
"We swear on our honor that we will never tell a living soul," Justin said solemnly, his cock still deeply imbedded inside the French teacher's delicious pussy.
"Yes, we swear," Joel grinned, lifting his head for one moment from her quivering breast.
"Oh boys I do love you, oh how I love you," the French teacher giggled delightfully ruffling their red-heads in unison...suddenly realizing how fulfilled and happy she was and that they would continue this way for as long as they wanted. "Oh how I love you, my darling boys!"
