When Carole Burns signed the contract to teach French at St. Martins Boys School in New Hampshire, she hadn't quite realized the ramifications of such a decision. For one thing, Carole was a normal healthy woman, she wasn't used to having a lot of lovers but she was used to male attention . .. going to the movies, out to dinner, etc. etc. Now, tucked away in a remote corner of the state with a staff of male teachers and wives of teachers she was beginning to feel quite penned-in. Not that everyone at the school wasn't supportive and enjoyable as people, it was just that Carole was finding herself more and more horny. She had rushed up to New" York City at mid-term to spend a long weekend with an old girlfriend and a couple of interesting men she met during that time but since that time her love life had diminished again.
Carole knew that she was in trouble the day that she began to fantasize about making love with one of the boys in her class, he was one of the young ones too, only twelve. She caught herself in the middle of the erotic fantasy and was quite sure that every boy in the classroom could read her mind. Oh God, she thought wildly to herself, I really am getting to be an old maid!
She looked over slyly now at Alan Page and caught her breath, he really was a handsome boy. His hair was almost as blonde as hers and his blue eyes were so deep and mysterious, she couldn't help but be attracted to him and yet she knew that it was unforgivable for a woman in her position to even think such things!
Several hours later, safely in the confines of her own little house on the school grounds, Carole poured herself a stiff drink and settled down in her comfortable chair to go through some examination papers but she couldn't concentrate. Damn it. . . she thought to herself, maybe I'll take a walk, the evening air will probably vitalize me and I'll work later. Carole threw on her coat and headed out of the door, walking towards a small coppice of trees in the far corner of the property, it was at that moment that she saw something that caught her breath. The light was failing and it was difficult for her to see exactly who it was but she could tell that it was a boy and a girl and the girl looked very much like the Headmaster's aupair girl. Only months earlier the Headmaster's wife had brought back a French girl to help her with the housework and her two small children. Carole had been overjoyed as she had thought it would be fun to converse in French with her but she had discovered the girl to be sullen and not forthcoming in that direction.
Carole stopped and thought for a moment, what should she do, she didn't want to be a peeping torn but on the other hand she knew that something was amiss. A seventeen year old French girl didn't go into the bushes with a boy from the school to finish a class paper. She had to find out what was going on. She moved stealthily towards the group of bushes she had seen them disappear behind and as she peered through she saw to her amazement that the boy was none other than her beloved fantasy lover, Alan Page. His pants were down and he was laying between the widespread thighs of the squirming black-haired French girl.
"No . . . please don't. . . Oh, Alan please stop!" she called out before she realized what she was doing. "Please stop!"
Chapter Two
"God, I was just about to find out if that bitch of a French girl had a juicy cunt when Miss Burns stopped me, brother I was pissed, I can tell you," groaned Alan Page to his best friend Greg Paulson.
"You mean, you didn't even get it in? Damn it! Alan, one of us has to get Michelle, I can't stand it any longer. I want to know if she's a virgin."
"Who cares if she's a virgin or not, I am and I don't want to be and I wouldn't be now if that bloody French teacher hadn't come and stuck her nose in my business," complained Alan, thumping the wall with his fist. "The trouble is that I really like Miss Burns."
"Who wouldn't, you and the rest of the school like Miss Burns. I'd like to get my cock in her cunt, believe me," grinned Greg Paulson.
"Yeah, me too, especially after today, I'd like to make her suffer for what she did to me. Michelle was so mad that she blamed me for the whole thing, she said I should have chosen a better place to fuck her. She's so mad at me, she'll never talk to me again."
"Let's hope she doesn't open her mouth to Jefferson, you know he's her prime lover and he has the biggest, ugliest mouth in the school."
"Oh God!" groaned Alan, "what am I going to do?"
"Well first of all you pray that Miss Burns doesn't report you. If she doesn't, then I have a little plan."
"What?" asked Alan curiously.
"Well. . . it's this. I bet hundred to one that Miss Burns is as horny as hell, she's hot to fuck I'm sure. I've even noticed the way she looks at some of the boys, you especially. I think we could pay her back for what she did to you. Besides I want you to lose your virginity, it's embarrassing to me to be your best friend and have you be a virgin."
"What... me fuck Miss Burns, are you out of your mind," exploded Alan.
"She's one hell of a woman," grinned Greg lewdly, "if you don't, I want to."
"I want to, believe me, but how?"
"Friends, Romans and countrymen, and Alan Page in particular, Lend me your ears ... here's how to conquer Miss Burns and one thing will lead to another-after all I want some of this pie for myself, believe me I'm not doing this for you only, I have my own best interests at heart!"
Chapter Three
Carole Burns was still in a state of shock. The sight of Alan's bare little bottom glistening nakedly in the evening light and his darling little penis struggling to erection had been too much for her. Even the sight of Michelle Bichard's exposed pussy had caught a deep red flesh to cover her face and neck . . . she wasn't used to seeing such sights!
She had rushed back to her little house and poured herself yet another stiff drink to calm her nerves. What should she do, should she report Alan to the Headmaster, Michelle too?
How could she do that though-the boy was probably a virgin and she had probably ruined his chances of making love for a long, long time.
She knew how shy and sensitive Alan was, it had been obvious to her for a long time that he was a virgin as it was obvious to her that many of the other boys in the class were not. At first she had been surprised that boys of twelve and thirteen should have lost their innocence but she had talked with a psychologist friend of hers at mid-term who had told her that it was quite common now-a-days, and healthy too!
Carole Burns shook herself, she didn't want to think about it too much, she was already beginning to feel her body respond to the salacious thoughts that were whirling through her sex-starved brain.
She moved over to the drinks cabinet to pour herself yet another drink and as she did so she caught sight of herself in the mirror. I've got a good body, she thought wistfully, why don't I have a lover. Why did I have to shut myself away after Mitch left me . . . it's beginning to get on my nerves being stuck out here in the middle of nowhere with all these boys. Carole ran her hands up and down her body now, feeling her nipples spring to alarming hardness as she moved over them. Quickly she pulled off her sweater and unsnapped her brassiere and let her luscious tits spring free and cupping them with her hands she began to knead the nipples with alarming urgency. Oh God! She needed to be touched so badly.
Suddenly Carole Burns knew that she had to have herself, she knew that it was wrong to touch herself but she had to, she had no man to love and caress her and satisfy her sex-starved body, she would have to give that gift to herself!
Quickly stripping her clothes, Carole Burns threw herself on her bed, squirming sexily on the mattress as she did so, grinding her pussy into the sheets in an effort to quell the fires that were licking up between her naked thighs. But she couldn't, she knew it. Only satisfaction of her desires would do at this point, she wouldn't be able to sleep now!
She couldn't get the picture of Alan's darling little cock out of her mind though and she knew that she had been hurt and angry that he was about to give it to Michelle, that pimply-faced French girl from Lyons, instead of to her! She wondered vaguely if Alan would ever speak to her again, ever look up at her sweetly and innocently when she looked over his shoulder at his school work!
She was mindless now and her fingers began to trail slowly down her body, over her extended nipples causing them to throb wildly, sending little signals of need down to her already pulsating vagina. However hard she tried though, Carole couldn't get the sound of her voice out of her head as she screamed at Alan and Michelle to stop what they were doing! It was almost as if she had a recording in her brain and it was going around and around and around.
Carole couldn't think of them any longer though, her body was on fire now and she had to answer its needs. She knew that she was horny, it had been four months since mid-term and she hadn't masturbated in all that time and yet now she knew that she must. She was still madly massaging her nipples and she heard an involuntary whimper arise from her throat as she did so. Suddenly she couldn't stand it any longer and she let her hand trail down towards her delicious pussy, entangling her fingers in her blonde fleece between her satin soft thighs.
Arching her hips in a sensuous movement, Carole pushed her hand daringly lower, gasping aloud at the first titillating contact of her finger over the sensitive bud of her clitoris. Then, as she began to work the finger slowly up and down over the little tingling bud, her whole body stiffened, an unwelcome spasm of longing shooting out suddenly from her throbbing clitoris to saturate deeply into her belly and over the rest of her tortured flesh. For a moment longer, she continued to tweak and tease the little clitoral bud, almost closing her eyes, breathing in deep strained gasps as little spontaneous shudders of delight darted over her nakedly tingling skin. With a groan of frustration she drew her hand reluctantly away, resisting the temptation for a short moment which, in her present state of excitement seemed like an eternity. But she had been through too much too much strain and she had denied herself for too long, her whole body was demanding release, no matter what she had to do to obtain it.
With a sob of despair, Carole dropped her hand back between her naked thighs, her fingers playing gently over the goose bumped skin of her belly, venturing once again down through the curling strands of pubic hair nestled between her thighs. Then an even more powerful shudder came over the blonde French teacher as she touched the pulsating slit of her already moistened pussy. She moaned aloud at the sudden and even more titillating contact, her buttocks jerking as she carefully parted her hair-fringed cunt-lips and spread the profusely flowing moisture slowly up and down the length of her tingling vagina. Then Carole carefully pulled her moistened pussy lips apart, and began to probe teasingly up into the tightness of her vaginal flesh, while at the same time, running her thumb over the sensitive little bud of her clitoris that nestled so invitingly at the top of the throbbing furrow.
Carole could hardly believe that she was going to masturbate, it seemed obscene to her and yet she knew that she must yield herself up to her own lust. Slowly and sensually now she began to lewdly writhe her buttocks up and down and gently to push her finger in smooth even strokes in and out between the tightly caressing lips of her cunt.
A stream of moans and pleadings issued from Carole's throat as she began to finger herself in earnest. Her eyes were tightly shut now, her teeth gritted from the strain as she began to thrash and toss her body in wild contortions and uncontrolled passion. Grunts of salacious pleasure spewed from her lips, and her fingers darted swiftly in and out of her trembling pussy, her thumb working with a maddening effect over the throbbing little bud of her clitoris.
The French teacher's face was shining, flushed red with lust, as she strained and groaned in frustration and need.-Worming her finger up into the warm quivering slit of her cunt. She tossed her head wildly back and forth, her long blonde hair whipping softly over the nakedness of her shoulders as she further intensified this obscene finger fucking rhythm.
Then she lifted her head, gazing deliriously down between the trembling swells of her breasts at the shocking sight of her nakedly undulating body. She squirmed without restraint, responding feverishly to the obscene motions of her fingers moving in and out so swiftly between the soft haired lips of her cuntal orifice. Yet, shocked as she was, the lust-abandoned blonde teacher couldn't completely quell the lewd thrill prompted in her by the sight of her own lascivious self-abuse. She seemed to derive a perverse excitement from the very depravity of the act, and she was determined to go through with it. She didn't care anymore. She was going to obtain the release from the devastating need that consumed her, no matter what degraded acts she had to inflict upon her own helplessly surrendered body to do so.
After a moment, Carole's head dropped back to the pillow. She gasped and moaned as she began to strain even more desperately for the still distant relief, her pelvis thrusting eagerly upward to the probing strokes of her fingers into the quivering flesh of her cunt, the lips of her vagina flowering open to give her even greater access to the warmly yielding inner flesh. At the same time, she continued and intensified the maddening strokes of her thumb over the twitching little bud of her clitoris, the obscene titillation almost driving her insane with the lewdly rising passion that surged up from her womb and into her voluptuous squirming breasts.
Gradually Carole had let the temptation which had been nagging at her for the last few minutes take full control of her. She reached with one of her hands to the fully swollen mounds of her breasts, her fingers frenziedly working over the throbbing tips of her nipples. With her other hand she continued to spread the copiously flowing flick moisture up and down the trembling slit of her cunt, her body bucking from the raw stabbing sensation as her finger probed deeper and deeper up into her moistly clasping vaginal flesh. And now that she had ceased her mental resistance to the depraved act she let the lurid vision of what she had seen earlier on in the evening return in clear and shocking focus in her mind's eye. Somehow the naked sight of Alan Page aroused her almost beyond anything she'd ever seen in her life. The instinct to which it appealed must have been motherly as much as sexual, yet the raw intensity of that emotion only further heightened her prurient response, and she knew finally that it was the physical need which had prompted her angry and irrational action earlier.
Now Carole was engulfed by the all-consuming lust which had been hewn to a peak with the tantalizing caresses between her thighs. She spread her legs wide, bending her knees to expose the tingling slit of her pussy even more defenselessly to the obscene thrusting of her middle finger up into the warm quivering cunt flesh, while she continued and intensified the swift stroking of her thumb across the excitedly pulsing little bud of her clitoris.
Forgetting everything, Carole mewled and whimpered without restraint from the surging lust that coursed over every inch of her naked flesh. She wiggled her finger furiously from side to side to probe into the most sensitive area of her hot inner vaginal flesh, and her thumb squashed down hard on her little clitorial bud, causing flashes of overpowering delight to surge through her body. Like some perfectly functioning machine, the young French teacher arched her buttocks up off the bed and scissored her naked thighs open and closed in a flurry of shameless arousal. She had reached the point of no return and there was no way to stop until she found the release she so desperately needed. With a deep animal groan of abandoned lust she began to writhe and toss without control on the bed, her finger working all the way to the last knuckle up into the softly yielding flesh of her pussy. A torrent of moans and whimpers and distant hissing sounds issued from her throat, and again her eyes clamped tightly shut, her teeth grinding in animal fashion as she strained for the now imminent release.
For a few moments longer Carole lingered in the terrible purgatory of unfulfillment. Then suddenly her whole body tensed. She shuddered, fucking her finger in a staccato rhythm in and out of the softness of her burning cunt, deep groans rising urgently to her lips. Then in a sudden whiplash motion, her naked body uncoiled, her legs closing tightly about the hand that invaded her private pussy flesh as she felt the rising tide begin to swell from deep in her belly.
It was going to happen, she couldn't have stopped it now even if she wanted to. She was going to cum and there was no escape. Then an even more obscene spasm of delight shook her lushly ripened body, sweeping away the last of her inhibitions with the salacious promise swelling in her loins. She moaned in wanton delirium, drawing her finger completely out of the quivering vaginal flesh, and concentrating totally on the rapid stroking of her thumb over the now lewdly pulsating bud of her clitoris. Then she moaned even louder and rammed her middle finger savagely back into the convulsing wet flesh of her tight young cunt.
Carole's breasts heaved with her strained and hastened breathing, her naked buttocks jerked in a frenzy up and down on the mattress as the trembling far up inside her womb suddenly surfaced in a volcano of elation, bursting forth in a breath-taking wave of sensation that surged through every inch of her wildly trembling flesh. She continued the frantic finger-fucking in and out of her clasping little pussy, her breath rasping in short strained gasps as she groaned in the delirium of her pleasure, and wallowed in the obscene and depraved bliss as the lightning like sensations jolted through her body. The young woman had almost forgotten what an orgasm felt like, and she almost passed out from the mind-blowing sensation.
Finally Carole's buttocks sank in exhaustion down on the bed, her body was still rippling and quivering from the overpowering orgasm she had given herself, she could feel her pussy still quivering and pulsating from the joy she was still feeling racing through her whole body. Suddenly the sight of Alan's naked little penis shot through her mind, she recalled how it had been growing to stiffness as she had screamed out and she remembered how it had dropped limply at the sound of her voice.
The darling boy, she groaned to herself now, her passion spent, will he ever forgive me? I've probably ruined him for life!
Chapter Four
Greg Paulson had always had a strong influence on Alan Page, not only had they been in school together since they were eight years old but their parents were good friends too and they spent several holidays together. Alan was basically afraid of Greg and always did his bidding, but this time he was beginning to wonder if he hadn't gone a little too far!
Alan Page was scared but he didn't want to show it, nothing would have induced him to reveal to Greg his fear. He would go through with the daring escapade, how could he do otherwise and anyway Greg had ulterior motives. The photographs had been his idea, that way, he had told Alan we can have Miss Burns more than once. You go in first, advance guard if you like and then me and the rest of the boys will follow. The two boys had thought long and hard before they had chosen their fellow conspirators but finally they had come to their decision. Peter Riley because of his photographic expertise and Chip Goodman because they owed him a favor ... it all seemed to good to be true. But would it work out the way they had planned it, Alan wondered as he made his way over to Miss Burns' house, making sure that he skirted the entire centre lawn and came upon her home via the backwoods, so as not to be seen by anyone else, especially a faculty member. He knew that Miss Burn's class ended at four o'clock and that she always came back to her house before supper. He hoped she would follow her usual routine today ... he hoped and prayed!
It was a cold day and Alan hurried across the campus, thumping his hands around his shoulders to keep warm, he saw Davie Burns and Jimmy Reid and waved to them hoping that they wouldn't detain him .. . fortunately they didn't and Alan hurried on. He had to have his timing perfect if the plan was going to work out.
He slipped in through Miss Burns back door now and then moved through into her bedroom, leaving the door open and placing himself strategically so as to catch her attention the moment she came into the house. He unzipped his pants and with a trembling hand he removed his small limp penis and checking his watch he slowly began to stroke the flaccid flesh of his soft little cock.
Today for some reason though Alan was having a hard time getting his boy-cock to come to erection, he never usually had any trouble at all and he was somewhat surprised, he continued to massage it slowly up and down though, placing in his mind's eye the salacious sight of Michelle Bichard's widespread thighs and her invitingly moist pussy and almost immediately now his cock began to grow rigid, he felt it twitch as it was transformed from a tiny limp piece of flesh to a rod of iron!
He allowed his fantasy full fling now, he envisioned Michelle Bichard fully naked on the beach, the hot sand causing her to writhe and buck her luscious body up at his hungry gaze, her fully-formed breasts swaying sensually and he still could remember the taste of her nipple in his mouth, the brief moment before Miss Burns had caught them and ruined everything. He remembered how her thighs had clamped around his as he was on the verge of entering her and he cursed that he hadn't lost his virginity that day and to a French girl at that. Well, he hoped that he would lose it to a French teacher instead! Anything, anyone as long as he lost his virginity. He was tired of being teased by all the other boys, it seemed to him that he was the only virgin in his whole class!
Suddenly Alan started, he heard the back door slam and he almost lost his breath as he stared down in virtual disbelief at the sight of his rigidly throbbing, blood-engorged penis thrust up in fully pulsating erection between the fingers that were now swiftly manipulating the flesh up and down off the rubbery head. A little droplet of seminal fluid had leaked out the glans at the tip and glistened obscenely, and as he slackened the movements of his fingers, he felt an annoying stab of frustration in his testicles and realized almost incredulously that, if Miss Burns hadn't arrived at that moment he would have forgotten why he was in her house in the first place and shot his load!
Alan began to grunt and groan now as his lust engulfed him, his hard throbbing shaft pulsating in his hand, he heard Miss Burns gasp and as if in perfect timing he looked up and gazed directly into her widely opened eyes, noticing that her mouth was hanging limply as if all the strength had gone out of it. She was shocked beyond measure, it was obvious ... shocked and puzzled as to what he was doing!
* * *
The room hung in silence for what seemed like an eternity before Miss Burns finally found the courage and strength to speak. Her eyes were glued to Alan's hands as they worked feverishly up and down over his hardened penis.
"W-what are you doing here Alan?" she finally managed to stammer.
Alan Page couldn't answer the beautiful blonde French teacher, he couldn't even look up at her, he felt that if he did he would lose all control and wouldn't even obtain the release he so yearned for, besides which he would blow the whole plan and then Greg would be furious with him. No ... he had to keep his cool, at all costs.
"Alan, did you hear me, what are you doing here," Carole Burns demanded.
Suddenly Alan Page felt stupid, he wished that he had never agreed to carry out this vendetta in the first place. He didn't know what to say to the French teacher, how could he explain his behavior to her? He felt like a sex pervert now as he continued to race madly up and down his boy-cock. . . Damn Greg, he thought sullenly, why did I let him talk me into this?
"Alan please, talk to me," whimpered Carole Burns, still unable to rear her eyes away from the boy's erect cock.
"I couldn't help it... ." Alan said at last, casting his eyes back down. Unconsciously he stiffened, and the motion caused his still fully erect cock to jerk with a lewd springing motion. As it did so, he heard the French teacher gasp, which only intensified his shame. Somehow now an orgasm didn't seem that important, he wished to God that his cock would deflate so that he could put it away in his pants.
"Alan," Miss Burns said softly now, "tell me Alan why did you have to come to my house to . . . well, to do what you are doing now?"
"I-I. . . well, I don't know," he said softly. The young boy looked sheepishly at the beautiful blonde French teacher now, allowing his eyes to drift down her gorgeous body. Alan couldn't help but notice her breasts, they were so big and luscious looking, in fact her whole body looked as if it was made for fucking. Suddenly Alan felt dizzy and then without thinking he began to say his lines, just as he had rehearsed them with Greg Paulson.
"I'm sorry Miss Burns, you see I was desperate, I got to thinking about Michelle and I got so horny I didn't know what to do with myself and suddenly I found myself here."
Carole swallowed nervously now, thinking back to the previous night and how she had masturbated herself and given herself such intense pleasure. Was it really any different for this young boy? In fact, when she thought about it, masturbation was quite normal for a boy of his age. She couldn't help but notice also how much his naked, rigid little boy-cock aroused her, she knew that it shouldn't have, but it did. She could hardly control the exciting tingling sensations that were racing up and down her sex-starved body now. "It's my fault, isn't it Alan," she moaned, still drinking in every inch of Alan's naked and glistening cock.
"Not really Miss Burns, although you have something to do with it," Alan confessed.
"I'm sorry about the other day Alan, really I am but what could I do?" pleaded Miss Burns anxiously.
"I don't know Miss Burns, but lately I've had so many hard-ons, particularly in your class that I've been in pain." Alan glanced up at the French teacher's face now to see how she was taking his last remark, he could tell that she was excited, that was obvious by the way her body was trembling, but still Alan couldn't imagine a sophisticated woman like Miss Burns being interested in a boy, even though Greg said she was . . . but you never know, and at this point he had nothing to lose!
Alan wet his lips now and once more flexed the still erect shaft of his cock, again causing it to jerk upward in a springing motion. This time Miss Burns winced visibly and Alan could see that it was with the greatest amount of effort she forced herself to look away.
"In a way it's your fault Miss Burns, I mean I know you had to do what you did the other day and I'm glad you didn't report us to the Headmaster but... well, that was my chance to lose my virginity. I'm sick and tired of being teased by the other boys," he whined, glad that a tiny trickle of a tear was beginning to slip down his cheek, he wanted to make his act look as authentic as possible.
"Oh Alan you have years to lose your virginity, and maybe you'll even save it for your wife."
"Oh no," gasped Alan, "I can't wait that long."
"Well, I suppose that is a long time and boys do want sex but really Alan, twelve years of age is awfully young to start," Miss Burns said primly, beginning to take command of the situation now.
Carole Burns' head was spinning as she heard Alan reply, "I don't think twelve is too early to start," her mind was a jumble, what could she say . . . she couldn't think of anything. Everything was a blur to her and she couldn't take her eyes off the young boy's virile young penis. She just wished he'd put it back in his pants where she couldn't see it.
"It's worse now," Alan complained.
"Why?"
"I'm hornier than ever ... I thought I could come here and finish myself off but you interrupted me, it's worse than ever, I want to die," he sobbed.
Carole caught her breath as the obscene thought flashed through her mind. It was almost too lurid for words, but she knew she had to say it. "You go ahead and finish Alan, I'll go into the living room."
"I can't," Alan said, "I can't go on now, you'll lose all respect for me."
"That's not true Alan, I have understanding and compassion, really I do," insisted the beautiful French teacher.
"No, I can't do it, I can't," Alan sobbed, wondering wildly whether he would be able to go on with the next phase of the plan, "there's no hope, unless, unless . . ."
"Unless what Alan?" Carole said sharply.
Alan swallowed hard. "Unless you do it for me?"
Carole Burns felt the room start to spin around her, she couldn't imagine that she had heard the boy correctly and yet her hearing was usually good, had he actually asked her to do that for him?
"I don't understand Alan," she said softly, "what do you mean?"
"Well it's just that most of the boys in my dorm say that it feels great when a girl jacks you off."
Suddenly Carole realized what Alan was talking about, he actually was asking her to touch his penis, he wanted her to help him masturbate, she had never heard of such an outrageous thing in her life,, no man had ever asked her to do that, let alone a boy!
"How dare you say that Alan, whatever makes you think I would do such a thing."
"Don't be angry Miss Burns," Alan said, allowing the tears to flow down his cheeks now, glad that they were there to make his plea seem more authentic, "but you know everyone in the dorm knows about yesterday, they're all laughing at me."
"How do they know Alan," snapped Carole Burns.
"Michelle told one of the other boys, she's made it with several guys in my form," confessed Alan sheepishly.
"That little bitch," said Carole clenching her teeth, "I only hope the Headmaster doesn't hear about it, what will he think of me for not reporting you?"
There was a sudden silence in the room, Alan could see that the French teacher was obviously struggling with herself, he saw her eyes descend to his loins again and the still partially rigid shaft of his cock, her expression was so strained that it convinced him to give it another try.
"Please Miss Burns, please help me," he sobbed.
Carole Burns knew that the whole thing was insane, she should no more have even been standing in her bedroom with the twelve year old boy, let alone allow him to have his penis out. .. and yet she felt so guilty. Somehow or other she felt that it was all her fault, if she hadn't caught him in the bushes he would have lost his virginity to the sexy little French girl and this would never have happened. She couldn't help either remembering all the sexual fantasies she had had about Alan ever since she had come to the school, for some reason he had appealed to her more than any other boy, she could never figure it out really there was just something about him that was so appealing. Perhaps it was that he reminded her of her younger brother, she didn't know.
Could she do what Alan had asked her to do, could she touch his penis . . . could she? She knew that it wasn't reasonable and yet neither were the salacious feelings that were running through her body at this moment. She could hardly control her breathing, or the furious pounding of her heart as she let her gaze wander back to the smooth little penis standing up so rigidly between his thighs. She did want to touch it. She could imagine the warm resilient feel of it in her hand. She could imagine little Alan groaning in mingled embarrassment and ecstasy as she performed the manipulations that led him to the release that he must need just as badly as she needed her own last night. And she really couldn't deny the forbidden thrill swelling in her own breasts at the thought of caressing him.
"Please, Miss Burns, I need your help, I need it."
Carole sucked in her breath sharply, staring at the cute blonde boy through narrowed eyes. She could tell by the look in his eyes that he was devastated by his own need, obviously to be caught by a teacher in this uncompromising act was almost too much for him. Maybe if she helped him to masturbate she would help rebuild his self-confidence in himself. Perhaps she should lend him a hand . . . what harm could it do, really?
"Alright Alan, I'll help you but you must promise to never never tell anyone else about it."
"I'll never tell a soul, believe me, I won't," he whimpered.
Carole's breath was ragged now as she walked towards the young boy, she saw the look in his eyes as she neared him, she realized now that she had been very wrong to stop him in the act of his love-making and she only hoped she could make it up to him in some way, perhaps this way!
She took Alan's hand and led him to her bed, then sat down on the edge herself beside him. She watched Alan with a sultry gaze and heard a soft whimper arise from his throat as she reached forward toward the young twelve year old's nakedly inviting little penis, which had begun to surge again toward a renewed erection even before the initial touch.
"Oh . . . ohhhhhhhhh, Miss Burns, that feels so good," Alan moaned as the French teacher's fingers closed warmly about the throbbing shaft of his cock.
Carole Burns was trying terribly hard to hide the excitement she was feeling as she touched the young boy's penis but it was difficult, he was so virile, so young, so beautiful and it was like a dream come true for her to be holding his cock this way.
Alan Page was almost out of his mind with joy, he hadn't believed Greg Paulson when he had said that the French teacher would fall for the plan but now he was beginning to change his mind . . . rapidly. Now all that he had to do was to pull off the best part of the plan and it was all his own idea, too. Greg hadn't had anything to do with it, he had thought it up all by himself.
Carole was in a state of mindless excitement as she began a rhythmic up and down stroking motion of her hand on the boy's slender rod of hardened flesh. She had never dreamed of doing anything like this in her life; nor had imagined what her own response would be. The feel of Alan's warm young penis, which had been so much a part of her thoughts and especially since she'd seen him naked, was almost driving her out of her mind. Her body was responding beyond all her wishes, her flesh tingling with unwanted passion that surged up in her thighs despite all her attempts at control. And the fact that by doing this she was making a sacrifice to make amends for what she had caused Alan to be denied that fateful afternoon, added an emotional factor that only further intensified her physical arousal. She closed her eyes, a little moan of hunger rising in her throat and began to work her hand up and down even faster. She could feel the boy's body jerking and shuddering beneath her salacious caresses, and she sensed it wouldn't be long until he reached the climax he had apparently been approaching even before her return to her house.
Then she heard a groan escape from Alan's lips and she felt his hips sag back down into the softness of the bed. And the groan was followed by a sigh that caused her to open her eyes to look up at his face. Carole could hardly face that sight that greeted her.
She had expected an expression of unbridled lust and passion. Instead, Alan looked as if he were about to cry, she couldn't understand it. She couldn't understand what she was doing wrong. Though she had never done this for anyone before she had thought she was doing the right thing.
"Alan. What's the matter?"
Alan shook his head sadly. "It's no good Miss Burns," he groaned.
"But why?"
"I'm embarrassed to have you see me this way, it's not your fault, believe me."
"But Alan."
"I'm going to shoot off at any moment Miss Burns, I don't want you to see me do that," he moaned.
"But Alan, I want you to shoot off, please I want you to...."
"But it's so messy Miss Burns, I can't," Alan groaned, wondering how in the hell he was managing to pull himself through this fiasco. The truth of the matter was that she was making him feel like a King doing what she was doing. "No, Miss Burns, you'd better stop."
"I won't... I want you to cum, I don't mind."
The calculating young boy flinched as Miss Burns resumed the up and down stroking of her hand along the now wild shaft of his penis. "Please stop Miss Burns. PLEASE!"
Carole stopped for a moment looking at the cute young boy on her bed, but then his next statement almost blew her mind entirely.
"But maybe ... if you would lay on top of me or something and make me do it that way?"
"Alan!" Carole said sharply. "You were trying to trick me. It was all a trick."
The troubled French teacher pulled her hand away quickly now.
Carole Burns could hardly believe it now as Alan began to cry in earnest, large tears flooding his reddened cheeks. Oh dear, what was she doing to him? Suddenly an idea came to her, she didn't know where it came from and later on, try though she may she couldn't understand or rationalize her actions, but suddenly she knew that she truly had to make up for her outrageous behavior. This way she could make up for everything. The beautiful blonde French teacher closed her eyes, hardly believing her own words as they fell from her lips. "Alan, I've never down anything like this for a man before . . . but I want to do it for you, now."
The French teacher felt a little lewd quiver of masochistic excitement flow through her own body as she once again entwined her fingers around the rigid flesh of his cock, bending it backward until it pointed straight up into the air. A little drop of seminal fluid glistened on the tiny plum-colored glans at the tip, beckoning her; and she knew insane as the act she'd conceived might be, that she wasn't going to back out. She was going to do it. She was going to do it for dear little Alan. Later she would deal with her own shame.
Alan groaned, staring down in wide-eyed shock as Miss Burns shifted about on the bed and bent slowly over his loins. He thought his eyes must be deceiving him. Greg Paulson assured him that if he came here and did what he'd done today and played it just right he might be able to fuck the French teacher. That idea had seemed beyond the realm of possibility to him, but this was more exciting, even more difficult to believe. It was like a dream, a wet dream from which he would suddenly awake, writhing and groaning in frustration. But it wasn't a dream. It was really going to happen. Miss Burns was going to suck him off. Slowly Carole flicked her tongue out of her mouth, moistening her already glistening lips. Then, her own secret desire surging almost as wildly as she knew Alan's must be, she leaned her face over the twelve year old's body, bending the hard-swollen shaft of his eagerly throbbing cock further backwards until it was pointed straight up at her face. Inches from it, she paused again and ever so slowly opened her mouth to breathe gently over the rounded little cock-head.
"Oooooooh," Alan moaned, his hips jerking suddenly in his wildly building anticipation at the realization of what the French teacher was about to do to him.
Gingerly Carole Burns flicked her tongue again from her lips, the saliva wetted tip coming into suddenly shocking contact with the throbbing top of the writhing boy's cock. She circled her tongue slowly about the smooth rubbery flesh hearing his excited moan and feeling his hips twitch even more urgently in response to the wantonly titillating sensation. The tip of her tongue sought out the tiny opening glans, and darted to flick up the little seminal droplet. The sharp masculine taste only served to stimulate her own unnatural craving. Then her hands slipped slowly to the base of the pulsing cock-shaft, as she continued to lick teasingly at the tip and gradually move her head lower to take it hungrily up into the moist warmth of her mouth.
Alan's whole- body quivered. He couldn't believe the lewdly arousing sensation as Miss Burns closed her full wet lips around the tingling head of his erected cock. Then, with an even deeper groan, Alan shoved his hips suddenly upward, while his hands grasped the French teacher's long blonde hair to hold her face against his penis as he rammed the whole length of his impatiently throbbing cock shaft straight up into the yielding warmth of her mouth.
Carole gave out a muffled moan at the young boy's sudden display of aggression. His slender young penis almost choked her, but she derived a lewd excitement from his show of confidence, and surrendered her lips willingly as she felt the wildly palpitating cock-flesh slide smoothly down the length of her tongue and penetrate almost to the back of her throat. An unknown source of masochistic pleasure inspiring her, she purred softly around the throbbing hardness and began to suck in earnest.
Alan's buttocks quivered on the soft mattress as he felt Miss Burns close her soft warm lips around his sensitive cock and begin to move her head up and down in a lascivious bobbing motion. It was beginning to look as though he wasn't going to succeed in having sexual intercourse with her after all, but he was hardly disappointed. It was a failing of an ironic sort, for though he would still be technically a virgin, he would have at least the secret satisfaction of knowing that he had done what no other boy in the school had even dreamed of. He would have fucked the French teacher in the mouth, and Alan knew that was a once in a lifetime experience.
As the excited teenager began to brush eagerly up from the bed, Carole surrendered her lips and mouth even more willingly to the satiation of his obscene lust. Again and again the lewdly pulsing hardness of his cock shoved ruthlessly into her yielding mouth, the blood swollen head plunging mercilessly down the full length of her tongue to embed itself all the way in the back of her throat. Alan shoved his pelvis harder and harder up against the beautiful French teacher's face, as though he had completely forgotten who she was. He was using her mouth totally and without reservation as an object of his pent-up sexual craving, holding her face tightly against him even as she gasped and strained to catch her breath around the plunging rod of virile flesh that filled her mouth.
But now she didn't begrudge him even that. She knew that she had shamed and embarrassed him the way no boy his age deserved. She felt humiliated by the use he was making of her mouth and yet she was beginning to respond with masochistic fervor. She was surprised at herself, surprised at her wanton fucking of the boy's delicious young cock. She bobbed her head up and down, swishing her tongue wildly around the surging shaft of flesh, and flicking it gingerly right down into the silken curls of blonde pubic hair. She was making gurgling sounds deep in her throat, yielding her soft warm mouth up totally for his pleasure, sucking ravenously with lips that had been tightly stretched by the violating hardness that surged relentlessly in and out of her mouth. And she was determined to keep it up to the end, until Alan got the satisfaction his lust so urgently demanded. Until all of his self-confidence was restored.
As she intensified her lewd sucking, Carole's own body began to undulate and sway urgently on the bed. Her skin was tingling and goose bumped beneath the material of her dress, crying out to be touched, and she could feel her own forbidden desire building to a pitch she had never known in her life. She knew Alan was growing more aroused by the second, his passion manifest in the more urgent violent upward thrust of his hips and the deeper and more urgent groans issuing from his throat. She knew the cum was beginning to swell up in his testicles in anticipation of its mad dash to ejaculate, and as shocking as the whole idea was, she began to hunger for it, she wanted him to shoot off. She wanted him to cum in her mouth!
Alan opened his eyes, staring in triumph as the French teacher really began to suck him in earnest. She was almost as excited as he was, and instinct told him this was to be his big chance. He had to exploit her unnatural passion to its fullest extent, and if he played it just right, he still might be able to fuck her sooner or later.
Then, rallying his own courage, Alan reached suddenly downward to seize the hem of the French teacher's dress and work quickly up the satiny flesh of her well-formed thighs. Without even taking her lips from the burning head of Alan's cock, Carole shifted and turned her head to gaze up in surprise at his even more blatantly aggressive action. Alan hesitated a moment, then, seeing no actual protest in Miss Burns' expression, he pulled her dress up further to her waist, above the bikini panties that translucently revealed the tightly rounded half moons of her buttocks and the blonde hair of her pussy.
Carole almost cried out aloud in her excitement as Alan ran his hand down inside the elastic waistband of her panties from behind, his fingers trailing teasingly along the crack of her ass-cheeks to find wanton contact with the already hotly moistened slit of her cunt. Then, a shiver running through her whole body, she dropped her lips even more hungrily down about the rigidly jerking cock-shaft, her tongue swiping smoothly over the bulbous tip, further moans of submission issued deep from her throat as Alan's fingers moved up along her hair-lined pussy slit.
Her buttocks jerked even more wildly at the first shattering contact of his hand on the rigidly throbbing little bud of her clitoris, and then another shiver darted through her voluptuous body as his fingers stroked back down the length of her trembling cunt-slit to brush lightly up over the little puckered hole of her anus. For a moment she could hardly even concentrate on her own endeavor, then, as she felt Alan's cock begin to twitch even more rigidly, she resumed the frantic bobbing of her head above his wildly undulating pelvis with even greater fervor, her teeth scratched lightly up and down the sensitive skin of his cock, her tongue still swiping and twirling madly over the palpitating head as she masochistically anticipated the ejaculation that was now imminent.
Alan knew he couldn't hold on much longer, and he tried to concentrate his full attention on Miss Burns' near naked buttocks and the softly moistened flesh of her pussy. He worked his hand back from her smooth little anus to her parted cuntal lips from behind, and then wormed his outstretched finger slowly up into her wetly heated vaginal opening.
Alan had never even touched a woman's pussy before, with the exception of the brief contact with Michelle's. The warm cavern of inner vaginal flesh felt even better and even more inviting than he could have imagined. And the thrill of this discovery combined with the lewdly tantalizing sensations of having her sucking his cock as hard as she could was more than Alan could stand.
Suddenly his body stiffened, and he groaned deeply from the delicious tickling sensation that ran up and down his twitching rod of flesh as the sperm began suddenly to well up in his balls and surge toward the burgeoning head of his cock.
"Uh. . . oh, Miss Burns," Alan gasped, his buttocks sinking down into the mattress as he tried to regain his control. He could feel the cum welling up in his balls and he knew there wasn't going to be a way in the world for him to keep from shooting off. He was going to cum whether he was ready or not, and if Miss Burns didn't get out of the way he was going to do it right in her face.
Carole sensed the sudden increase of tension in Alan's body. She knew he was going to ejaculate any minute, and she began to hunch and jerk her own near-naked buttocks even more frantically, squirming the softness of her pussy back and forth on his slender finger that still remained embedded deep up inside her warm vaginal flesh, straining in sheer desperation to obtain her own climax simultaneously with the handsome boy.
Alan groaned again, and she felt him try to jerk his penis free from her tightly compressed lips. But now she was determined. If he was going to cum, he was going to have to cum this way. She wanted it, though she couldn't even have explained why. She longed, desperately for that lewd and final masochistic surrender of letting him orgasm in her mouth.
For a moment longer Alan lay trembling on the bed. Then, with a sudden lunge, he rammed the lust-inflamed hardness of his cock its full length back into Miss Burns' hungrily sucking mouth, feeling the tip of it ram hard against the back of her throat as the warm surging semen began its mad rush up from his balls. At the same time he began a rapid finger fucking rhythm out of her heatedly quivering cunt, his thumb stroking wildly over the pulsing rigid bud of her clitoris as he heard another muffled groan rise in her throat.
An instant later, Carole felt the first gush of warm fresh-tasting sperm come spewing into her mouth. She gulped, her adam's apple bobbing in rapid rhythm as she swallowed to keep from choking. Almost at the same moment, the distant waves of pleasure began up inside her own loins. All her mental resistance had been shattered by the sheer perversity of her masochistic passion, and the orally impaled French teacher was almost delirious with the physical sensation of Alan's finger fucking up into her quivering cunt and the lewd violation of her mouth. All her defenses had been shattered by her submissive surrender to her warped and obscene lust. Her body was begging for release, and now there was nothing to hold her back.
The twelve year old boy didn't really know what was happening, he had never done this sort of thing before, but one thing he did know was that the beautiful French teacher was excited. Sensing instinctively what was happening, he began to thrust his finger even harder into her moistly quivering cunt as the shocking waves of orgasm flowed uncontrollably through her body. His own buttocks jerked and lunged in savage rhythm, and he shoved his cock harder and harder between her wetly rounded lips, building to a crescendo of motion as he squirted gush after gush of his virile young sperm into her greedy mouth.
Carole swallowed ceaselessly, her own ecstasy only intensifying her own ravenous need to submit. Then at last, exhausted, she let the deflating cock of the moaning boy drop from her mouth. She could hardly believe the ecstasy that was flooding through her body now as young Alan Page removed his hand from her loins.
Oh God! she gasped inwardly, I've done it, I've crossed the line between dreaming and action . . . whatever have I let myself in for. . . how will I be able to continue teaching here at St. Martins knowing that I sucked a twelve year old boy's cock .... and yet deep in her heart, Carole Burns knew that she didn't regret it, not one bit, she had loved every moment of it and Alan had fulfilled her beyond her wildest dreams.
Would they do this again? She wondered, was this just the beginning?
Chapter Five
Several times the following day young Alan Page had to bite his tongue, it was so hard for him not to blurt out to the whole dormitory, "hey you guys, guess whose cock Miss Burns sucked?" It was almost slipping off the edge of his tongue several times and Greg Paulson knew it.
"Keep your mouth shut, Page," he muttered angrily during the math lesson after Alan had been once again taunted unkindly by several other boys.
Every class had a fall guy and unfortunately for Alan Page, the role had fallen to him. He was shy, basically, and that coupled with the fact that it had been broadcast that he was a virgin, had made his life a misery. Now Alan felt that he had something on the other boys and he wanted to spread the news that something out of the ordinary had happened to him, but Greg had his grip on him, he knew that he dare not spill the beans, much as he would have loved to do so . . . besides he was beginning to realize that once everyone found out about Miss Burns, they would want her too, which would cut down his time with her. Alan realized suddenly that he didn't want that... he wanted to keep the beautiful blonde French teacher for himself alone.
During the French period both Carole Burns and her twelve year old student were very aware of one another. Greg Paulson was watching them both, occasionally turning to wink at Chip and Peter, the only two other boys in on the plot . . . it was a, "take a look at those two" kind of expression that covered Greg's face and once Chip even had to turn away so as not to attract attention to himself.
Alan found that it was hard for him to concentrate on his French lesson, he couldn't help but notice how beautiful Miss Burns looked today, she seemed to have a special kind of a glow to him and he wondered if he had had anything to about it. He had heard once that women looked very soft and beautiful the day after they had been made love to, and certainly Miss Burns looked that way . . . even the Headmaster had noticed it that morning!
Alan looked anxiously at the school clock, it was almost the end of the session, he was due to meet Miss Burns in her house after the last class, he could hardly wait to see her!
* * *
The blonde French teacher stared long and hard in the mirror to see if there was anything different about her today, but she couldn't really see anything . . . yes, she looked prettier, a little more relaxed but beyond that, the look in her eyes was still the same, she didn't look like a child seducer ... she had expected to!
She was still surprised that she had allowed young Alan to come back to see her, although she did recognize her tremendous need to be fucked, she hadn't really realized until yesterday how much she had missed a man in her life. She had sublimated so much being at a boy's school but young Alan had unleashed her passions, the floodgates had opened and now . . . NOW, she was hot. .. very hot!
Still, she was nervous, she was taking such a risk to allow the boy to come to her house!
She thought now of her experiences with the twelve year old boy the day before, she had felt sexy all day long and especially during his form's class with her! It had been so very difficult for her to discipline herself-she wanted to do nothing the whole class but drink in his young blond, boyish body and think of his sweet and delicious boy cock in her hungry mouth!
Carole slipped into her comfortable robe and closed all the bamboo shades in the house. She had mentioned to one of her fellow teachers in the common room that she had a terrible headache and that she was going to lie down for a couple of hours-that way she could be quite sure no-one would disturb her! She left the shade in the bedroom up just enough to let in a little light and the window a little open for air but not enough for anyone to see in, although she didn't account for the fact that someone might just be desperate enough to see in her window that they would crawl on their hands and knees to peek through the small gap.
The French teacher heard a knock at the back door and then footsteps and she knew that it was Alan. She knew that what she was- about to do was really wrong and that she would be dismissed if anyone ever found out about her outrageous behavior, still she wanted more of the forbidden bliss she knew the boy had to offer. Carole found her heart beating now as young Alan stepped into her bedroom.
"Hello," he said shyly, looking down at his feet bashfully.
"Hello Alan," she said sweetly, "how are you?"
Alan looked closely at his teacher, he could tell by the way she was looking at him that she had been having second thoughts about making love with him, he knew he would have to be quick.
"If you want to know, I feel horrible!" Alan sniffed.
"Why Alan?"
"Oh, it's just that the guys at school are still ribbing me about being a virgin, honest Miss Burns I'm sick of it!"
"I'm sure you are Alan, oh dear I feel so sad for you-but Alan, you . . . well, you haven't told them about yesterday, have you?" Carole asked anxiously.
"Of course not Miss Burns, what do you think I am?"
Carole's eyes lit up when she heard this, she had thought that perhaps she shouldn't go on with this, that she should just send Alan away today, that the whole thing was too much of a risk but now she knew that she could never refuse him anything!
Suddenly everything was clear to Carole, she realized that she could have sex with him, she realized she wanted to have sex with him today and that she wanted it beyond today but that was just not possible. The beautiful French teacher flicked out her tongue and moistened her sensuously quivering lips, "Alright Alan, just today, I'll see you now but we mustn't do this again, not ever again, do you hear?"
Alan nodded happily, why shouldn't he, he knew that Chip and Peter were getting positioned on the other side of the bedroom window and that hopefully they would get enough evidence to ensure that they could have Miss Burns whenever they wanted, all of them!
"I know Miss Burns, it's too dangerous, I'm really upset but I know it's true."
Carole felt a flooding emotion rise to her breast, a lump fill her throat at those tender and loving words from this cute young boy.
Suddenly Carole couldn't stand the separation any longer and stepping forward she crushed the young boy into her arms and pulled his face down to her fully rounded breasts, breathing softly into his ear and nuzzling her face in his hair as she held him tightly against her love-starved body.
Then, as the boy's eager hands dropped to the rounded ripeness of her buttocks to pull her body even closer to him the voluptuous blonde French teacher felt the short prod of his already erected cock straining against his pants, brushing shockingly right up against her sensitive inner thighs. A surging emotion that could only be called lust swept over her entire body.
For a few minutes longer, the French teacher and the twelve year old boy remained locked in their passionate embrace, then suddenly Alan noticed that the blind wasn't up quite enough, Chip and Peter would never be able to take photographs through that small space.
"Oh Miss Burns could we have a little drink," Alan said quickly.
Carole was a little taken aback but she readily agreed, she would do anything to please her darling boy. She slipped out of the room to get the bottle of scotch and two glasses and immediately Alan raised the blind, not enough to make Miss Burns suspicious but just enough to allow the guys to take really good photographs, the window was already open enough for the tape recorder.
The beautifully seductive French teacher and the blond twelve year old boy sipped their drinks slowly, caressing each other as they did so, until finally their glasses were empty. Carole placed her empty glass down and slowly began to unbutton her sweater, slipping it off to reveal her sexy lace brassiere.
"You too, Alan, come on," she purred, as she reached around to unzip her skirt and unsnap her bra.
Alan Page was a little embarrassed, yesterday he had only had his cock out, today he was going to go the whole way and he'd never been naked in front of a woman other than his mother, the school nurse and his Grandmother but Miss Burns was almost naked and quickly Alan forgot to be shy.
He pulled his clothes off quickly now, anxious to have as much fun as possible, he watched feverishly as Miss Burns unsnapped her brassiere and allowed her gorgeous tits to swing freely, he noticed now the nipples swelled almost immediately they hit the air. Now nothing remained to conceal her sensually inviting body from his hungry eyes but the thin little bikini panties that barely protected the forbidden sight of her blonde pussy hair.
Alan was fumbling with his pants now and Carole's hand moved slowly down her body, her fingers slipping inside the tight elastic waistband of her panties to brush softly into the silken strands of her cunt hair nestled so invitingly up there between her thighs. The nearly naked blonde gasped softly as Alan pulled his pants and jockey shorts down in one quick motion, and his youthfully throbbing penis lunged suddenly upward in shocking exposure, the blood-engorged head visibly palpitating. At that sight, the crimson flush on the boy's cheeks grew even more vivid, and for a moment he stared in embarrassment down at the floor. Then he lifted his eyes slowly and stepped alongside the bed toward the French teacher.
Out side the window Chip was already lined up and taping the entire conversation, plus taking one of two pictures. He had a fantastic view from where he was and he knew already that he had captured her softly curling pubic hair under her near-transparent panties and her melon-like breasts-now all he needed was a perfect one with Alan and the French teacher together!
Carole closed her eyes as Alan stepped eagerly up to her erotically trembling body. She felt his breath blow hotly over the already ripely swollen buds of her nipples, and a shiver of anticipation went through her entire body as he reached down to seize the waistband of her panties, and drew them slowly down the curving flare of her ass-cheeks just far enough to expose the hair-covered mound up between her smooth firm thighs. Another little shiver of anticipation and longing flowed through Carole's body as the cute young body leaned closer, pressing his face warmly into the wide valley between her voluptuously formed breasts, his lips coming into soft teasing contact with her sensitive flesh. He eased her panties half way down the shadowy crevice between her ripened ass-cheeks, then slipped his hands inside to knead the soft vibrant flesh of her buttocks. Then the suddenly knowledgeable boy pulled her voluptuous body to his so that the exposed erection of his penis prodded hard up against the "vee" of her pelvis, prompting a little whimper of wanton delight to issue from deep in her throat.
"Yes, Alan," Carole purred almost deliriously as she felt the young boy's fingers move up between her sensitive ass-cheeks from behind, his tongue flicking out at the same time to moistly caress one of her hard-swollen little nipples. Then her whole hopelessly aroused body jerked in a spasm of pleasure as his hand dropped lower between the softness of her thighs from behind to come into a deliciously searing contact with the little hair-lined slit of her already moistened pussy.
Carole almost passed out from the erotic sensation as she felt Alan's fingers carefully part the hotly throbbing lips of her cunt and flick teasingly up into her sensitive flesh. She moaned aloud, her hands moving forcibly over the boy's frail back to hug him more tightly to her, as his finger began to probe in cautious exploratory strokes up into the tight orifice of her yielding vaginal flesh. She swayed, her legs going weak, so that the boy almost had to support her with his own strength for a moment.
Suddenly, Carole knew she could bear it no longer, she had to lie back on the bed and she had to have Alan on top of her. She had to have that hard little penis she could feel throbbing so teasingly up between her quivering thighs inside her. She had to be fucked.
Almost desperately, the French teacher pulled away from the young boy's eager embrace. "Come on, Alan," she said in a hoarse voice. "Let's go to bed."
Anxiously, Carole moved to the bed, seizing the naked youth's hand to pull him urgently along behind her. But Alan didn't need to be forced, he was so excited he could hardly stand it. Finally it was going to happen, he was going to get fucked and not by a little girl either, but by a woman, a real woman! He couldn't wait another minute until he got his penis inside Miss Burns' soft warm pussy. Then, after all these months of waiting, and no matter whatever else happened, he would finally be able to say that he was no longer a virgin.
He whole body trembling with a shameless desire that flooded through every inch of her love-starved flesh, Carole dropped down onto her back on the bed and parted her long lithe legs in a spread-eagled position as Alan prepared to climb up beside her. She closed her eyes, her breath coming in slow strained gasps as she waited. The panting twelve year old boy gazed down at her in obscene triumph, then paused for a moment to glance back toward the window just in time to see that the camera was lined up for another picture. He waited until he saw the shutter click before he climbed onto the bed. Then he felt Miss Burns' hands eagerly seize his shoulders and heard the deep groan of lust that issued from her throat as she pulled him down on top of her so that his lower torso was between her widespread thighs.
"Oh yes," Carole purred in his ear. "Yes, Alan. Yes, Alan. Fuck me. Fuck me just this one time."
Alan experienced a brief moment of painful remembrance as he held himself poised above the French teacher's sensually naked body, his desire-hardened penis prodding hotly up between her thighs so that just the swollen tip touched the warmly moistened lips of her cunt. This was exactly where he was before, the time when Miss Burns had caught him on the threshold of losing his virginity to Michelle Bichard, and had stopped him right at the moment of truth. And now this vulnerable older woman was going to make up for all that. But one problem still lingered. Alan wasn't quite sure what to do. Then that problem solved itself as Miss Burns dropped one of her hands to Alan's tightly clenching buttocks, inserting her finger crudely right up between his ass checks, and shoved down against his sensitive little anal hole. Groaning in surprise, Alan jerked his loins forward in retreat from the disquieting sensation, shoving his rigid cock forcibly right up between the warmly enfolding lips of Miss Burns' pussy.
An instant later it had happened. He felt a faint resistance as his smooth cock-head shoved against the tightness of the French teacher's wetly heated cunt. He felt her body stiffen and tremble beneath him, and heard the low groan of mingled pain and pleasure that poured from her lips. Then, with a lewd sucking noise, just the head of his cock slipped inside, and as Miss Burns stroked down more lightly on Alan's tight little anus, he shoved forward again, and the full length of his virile young cock burrowed relentlessly up into the hot clasping softness of the French teacher's vagina.
"Oh, Alan, your beautiful penis," Carole moaned, her buttocks jerking in a frenzied spasm to the invasion of her lust-tortured loins. She sank her hips downward into the mattress in retreat, then her body quivered even more wildly, and she lunged her hips up again spreading her thighs even wider apart as she felt Alan's palpitating little rod of cock-flesh slipping up into her pulsating cuntal opening, gradually worming all the way up into the soft warm walls; deeper and deeper until she was completely skewered and could feel his balls slapping lightly down into the sensitive crack of her own ass-cheeks.
Above her, Alan tensed, squirming his buttocks downward until, at last, his wildly excited penis was embedded to the hilt in Miss Burns' warm wet vagina, and he could feel her tensed pelvis pressed tightly against his own pubic mound. Then, with a sigh of satisfaction, he let his body go limp.
He'd finally done it! He had his penis all the way inside her. And, no matter what happened, he would never be a virgin again as long as he lived. And he had it way over the boys at school who'd been teasing him so much about his virginity the last few days, because he was doing better than any of them. He was fucking a real woman, not some stupid girl!
"Ooooohhh, Alan," Carole moaned, her cock-impaled body twisting in lustful ecstasy, little insane ripples of pleasure tingling through the sensitive nerve-ends of her flesh as she hugged the naked young boy tightly down against her straining breasts, and began to squirm and undulate her hips in eager response to his rigid invasion of her sensitive pussy lips.
Above her, Alan made his first tentative moves, slowly thrusting the pulsing hardness of his cock in and out of Miss Burns' soft pussy flesh, gradually increasing his strokes, shoving the throbbing cock-head deeper and deeper up inside her lust-tortured cunt.
The glove-like feel of the French teacher's pussy clasping tightly around his sensitive cock was almost more than the twelve year old could stand, and he could have cum almost at that very instant. But he knew he would have to last longer than that. Even though Miss Burns was going to be completely at his mercy after she saw the photographs and heard the tape, he wanted to enjoy her submission to the rigid adolescent cock-flesh he was pumping so deeply into her. And, besides that, he had to last long enough to give Chip and Peter time to get the incriminating photographs their daring plan demanded.
"Ooooooh, yes Alan darling, yes, you're doing just fine." Carole soothed as she felt the young boy stiffen for a minute above her completely ceasing his strokes. As Alan shuddered, trying to regain control over his madly surging lust, Carole stroked softly up and down his beck; then she moved her hands back to his naked buttocks to guide him as he began again to fuck in and out between her thighs, thrusting the inflamed hardness of his cock in smoother and more rhythmic strokes far up into her yielding little cuntal mouth, prompting involuntary contractions of her tight vaginal flesh around his throbbing shaft, as more and more of Carole's body began to respond to the lascivious impalement of Alan's young penis.
As Chip continued to snap photographs, aided by Greg Paulson and Peter Riley, the French teacher whimpered through bared teeth, hugging Alan tightly to her softly warm nakedness, tossing her voluptuous body more and more frenziedly with wild undulating movements of her buttocks that almost lifted the small youngster off the bed.
Little mewls of rapturous pleasure poured from Miss Burns' lips as Alan's hands began to eagerly explore all the secret hollows and indentations of her body. He could feel the urgent quivering of her inner pussy walls around the swollen head of his penis, and he almost wept at the wonderful feel of her wetly clasping cuntal softness. He flexed his cock deep up inside her and shoved harder and harder up into her ecstatically rippling belly. He was barely hanging on, but he knew his restraint would have its reward. Miss Burns' moans and whimpers of passion were growing more deliriously by the second. Her teeth were gritted, her eyes open wide and shining brightly with a fiery lust. Her head flailed on the pillow, tossing her long blonde hair from side to side, while her naked buttocks jerked in an undulating rolling motion that varied the angle and intensified the friction on Alan's impaling rod of flesh.
The French teacher's shamelessly aroused body was coming to life. She was caught in the spell of wanton excitement that began deep in her cunt and flowered relentlessly out through all her naked flesh. She was obsessed, tossing and writhing more savagely in her response to the titillation of her all-consuming lust. And Alan was the young body who prompted all of this.
"Oh God, it's good, Alan! It's sooooo gooood!" Carole moaned into the youngster's ears, her hands moving forcibly up and down his back, her fingers digging into his naked buttocks to guide his urgently racking lunges against her quivering body. Now, an almost incessant stream of moans and whimpers poured from her lips, and she arched her churning white ass-cheeks even higher, bucking and tossing wildly beneath him.
She was getting close now. It seemed that everything she had been going through the last several days was only a build-up to this one unbelievably exciting moment. Even the two wildly arousing climaxes she'd achieved, one by the obscene act of fingering herself, and the other as Alan had finger-fucked her yesterday while she sucked his beautiful young cock were only stepping stones to the even more shattering orgasm she knew was now imminent. The little quivers that coursed through her flesh were already coming more and more frequently. Reality and its shackles were falling away in the face of the relentless onslaught of lust and passion that engulfed her.
Yes, still, the climax eluded her, and Carole knew that Alan was beginning to lose control. Her body cried out for more and more, and she thought she would die if the young boy came before she reached her own orgasm, and left her hanging unfulfilled in the throes of passion. At last, in a sudden, desperate moment, Carole reached down to seize one of Alan's hands, pulling it from her eagerly throbbing breast down the side of her thrashing body. She did this only half-consciously, but her unconscious mind seemed to know what she needed, and, with an even more violent lunge, she lifter her rounded buttocks completely up from the mattress and shoved Alan's hand beneath them.
Then, as she sank her hips downward in retreat from the young boy's next racking thrust, she felt one of his fingers prod right up between her nakedly clenching ass-cheeks to come into sudden titillating contact with her sensitively puckered anus.
Alan stiffened in surprise as he felt the beautiful French teacher pull his hand down between her uplifted buttocks and then drop her squirming ass-cheeks right down on his finger. He felt the tight little hole of her anus give way, and, realizing instinctively what she wanted him to do now - crazy as the whole thing seemed - he shoved his finger upward gradually as she squirmed further down until it wormed to the first knuckle up into the warmly puckering hole.
Carole gasped from the sudden fiery stab of pain as the young boy worked his finger upward even harder. For an instant, it was stymied against the rubbery resistance of the little unlubricated hole, yet the sheer stimulation caused her cunt to flower open even wider and prompted renewed flowing of her feminine juices. And, as they trickled hotly between her churning buttocks over the thin membrane of flesh that separated her two forbidden orifices.
Alan was able to work his outstretched finger slowly up into her rectum up to the second knuckle while inflicting only a minimal amount of pain. And that pain was almost blanked from her mind by the conflicting and even greater sensation of pleasure, however masochistic.
"Oh!" the French teacher cried. "Oh yes. Deeper, Alan. Put your finger in my ass. Deeper!"
Alan had no objection. He'd never even thought of the anus as an erotic zone, yet he couldn't help but remember how he'd felt when, moments ago, Miss Burns had put her finger between his own anus to prompt his first entry into her wetly yielding cunt. It had hurt, but, at the same time, it had felt good, and, if she really wanted him to do that to her, he didn't mind. And, strangely enough, there was something about it that really turned him on.
With a low groan, Alan thrust his finger deeper, worming it slowly to the last knuckle so that he could feel the pressure through the separating membrane of vaginal flesh intensifying the friction on his rigidly throbbing penis as he fucked harder and faster into the naked French teacher's tight little pussy. The lust-tortured older woman gave out a low hissing sound, her voluptuous body sagging down limply on the bed beneath him for a moment. Then, as Alan began to wiggle his finger far up inside the forbidden depths of her rectum, she started to toss and thrash her body as though she'd suddenly gone insane.
The lewd and degrading violation of her anus was more than Carole could resist. She'd lain for a moment in the limbo of contrasting pain and pleasure as Alan ruthlessly forced his middle finger all the way to the last knuckle up into her tight little entrance of her anus; then she forgot the pain as the devastating trembles began deep in her belly, and she resumed the wanton lunging of her own buttocks in time with the boy's own racking strokes.
An instant later, she felt the shattering waves begin in her loins, surging relentlessly out over her flesh to sweep everything else aside into complete oblivion. She threw her legs upward, locking her thighs high around the boy's back to form a straight sheath with her vagina, while she felt his masterfully throbbing penis begin to twitch and throb even harder, and the first hot spurts of his sperm started to spew obscenely up into the depths of her trembling pussy flesh.
Carole's nakedly writhing body uncoiled wildly beneath the young boy as the waves of ecstasy continued, surging with a devastating impact that swept all other thought aside, engulfing her from the tips of her toes to the tingling nipples of her breasts, and, blanking her mind to all but the raw sensation of the beautiful fucking body above her, his virile young cock skewering and spurting deeper and deeper into her convulsing cunt.
Alan felt a raw surge of energy course through his own body as the white-hot cum welled up in his wildly jerking penis and spewed into the French teacher's openly impaled vagina. He grunted and groaned, relishing his final triumph his true initiation into manhood, as he felt Miss Burns surrender herself completely beneath him, giving everything she had to him without further inhibition.... just as if he were a grown man instead of a twelve year old boy!
Then, at last, she sank in exhaustion beneath him, and slowly his own movements slackened off. He felt her hands drop from his body, and, as he gasped to catch his breath and spurted the last drop of semen into her pussy, he felt his embedded penis begin to deflate. With a groan, he sank down upon her sweat-covered nakedness, slowly drawing his middle finger out of the tightly sucking sheath of her rectum, prompting a last hoarse little gasp from her throat and a final shuddering contortion of her naked buttocks.
For a few minutes, the two of them lay in silence, their genitals still lewdly joined. Suddenly Carole Burns turned to her twelve year old lover and running her finger softly up and down his cheek in a delicate caress she purred, "darling Alan, that was wonderful, truly wonderful, you know how to satisfy a woman Alan, you really do, you have nothing to worry about."
Mmmmmmmmm ... I hope they have that on tape, grinned Alan inwardly.
"Gee Miss Burns, I don't know what to say," Alan said shyly, finally realizing that it was time for him to say something at least.
"There's nothing to say Alan . . . except now it's goodbye. It's hard, I know, but we must never do this again."
Greg Paulson and crew thumped each other in the ribs when they heard these words coming from the French teacher, like hell she's not going to do this again, they all thought to themselves, anxious to have a piece of the delicious French pie themselves.
Chip motioned to Peter and Greg that they were through now with their assignment and turning off the tape recorder the three boys headed back into the woods.
"Boy, we're sure lucky that Miss Burns' house is so secluded," grinned Greg Paulson, "we never could have done this otherwise ... boy is she going to be surprised when these photographs are developed... . Yes Sir! Our beloved French teacher is going to be in for quite a shock!
Chapter Six
The following day was Saturday, half the school was away at a neighboring school attending a soccer game and the rest of the school were on free time.
The terrible foursome spent the entire morning developing their photographs in the school darkroom, fortunately for them Peter Riley had permission to use the school facilities anytime he liked, he was an Ace photographer at the school and usually did all the work for the school paper and school functions etc. etc.
The boys were already thrilled with the tape, it had enough incriminating evidence without the photographs, sentences such as, "yes, Alan, yes Alan. Fuck me. Fuck me just this one time!" But still the boys wanted their plot to be water-tight, and it was.
They were happy that the school was so empty also, it was the perfect time for them to make the kill!
* * *
Carole Burns slept late, Saturday morning was the only time she could ever do that and she liked to take full advantage of it. Finally she got up, made herself some coffee and crawled back into bed with it, and her latest favorite novel, Madame Bovary. She hadn't read it since she'd been a sophomore in college and was now rediscovering its charm!
Suddenly the sexy French teacher heard a sound in her kitchen, "who's there?" she called out anxiously.
"It's me, Miss Burns, Alan," she heard a timid voice answer.
"Alan what are you doing here?" she inquired, creasing her brow . . . Alan was already breaking their pact. It was then that the French teacher heard her own voice echoing through the bedroom. "Yes, Alan. Yes Alan. Fuck me. Fuck me just this one time."
Carole's face went white with fear and then she stared bug-eyed as Alan strolled casually into her bedroom and threw what she immediately realized were a bundle of photographs and a tape onto her bed. She almost didn't need to look at them, she knew that they would be shots of herself and yet she had to see them, just had to.
There they were, life-size pictures, almost anyway, but totally incriminating pictures for sure of herself in one sexual pose after the other.
"Oh my God!" screamed the frightened woman, "why Alan . . . tell me why?"
But she knew why, she didn't have to ask. She had been used - and used obviously for further sexual adventures, her sexual needs had placed her in a position from which she wasn't quite sure how she was going to extricate herself.
She realized now that she had denied so much of her own sexuality that it had come out in this warped way and now it was going to be used against her. Oh God! She was trapped.
The voluptuous French teacher realized now that she would have been far happier had she succumbed to one of the male teacher's advances instead of allowing her perverted sense of reality to come out. I've opened Pandora's Box, she thought to herself, and now I have to deal with the consequences. Well obviously the little bastard wants something and obviously there is someone else involved in this.
"What exactly do you want from me, Alan?" she asked angrily, "obviously you're not alone in this venture."
"That's right Miss Burns, he's not alone," Greg Paulson said, stepping into the French teacher's bedroom from the kitchen.
"Oh" gasped Carole Burns. Then her eyes opened even wider as yet another boy came into the bedroom and another. Chip Goodman and Peter Riley . . . she looked furtively towards the door expecting to see someone else, but that was it - it seemed.
"It's all four of us against you baby," sneered Greg Paulson moving towards the French teacher's bed and sitting down on it casually.
"What do you mean?" groaned Carole, knowing full well now what was in store for her.
"Oh come off it Miss Burns, you're no angel, we've got the tape and the photographs to prove it, more like a whore I'd say," Greg Paulson sneered sadistically.
"You always were a cruel boy Greg Paulson," Carole said quietly, remembering how on more than one occasion she had caught him bullying a younger boy. "In fact, this is probably all your idea."
"That's right baby, it was my idea. But we all want a piece of the pie, don't we boys?"
Alan Page answered immediately but Chip and Peter were loathe to commit themselves, now confronted with the French Teacher, whom they both liked and respected, they were not sure that they wanted to go through with the plan, and yet they were afraid of what Greg might do to them if they backed out.
"What about the photographs," Carole asked anxiously.
"Here are the negatives Miss Burns," Chip Goodman said quickly, not wanting to upset the French teacher any more than she had already been hurt.
Carole Burns could hardly believe what was happening to her, Greg Paulson seemed like a gangster to her at this moment and even Alan looked different to her, a crueler expression was on his face than she had ever seen and she was nervous. Could she escape her obvious fate?
"What will happen if I don't give you what you want?" Carole asked quietly.
"The whole bundle of photographs, plus the tape goes to the Headmaster. Miss Burns do you know the rules about statutory rape in New Hampshire?"
The beautiful French teacher didn't know what they were but she could guess. She had seduced a twelve year old boy, in anyone's book, that was forbidden. She would be imprisoned, for sure and the scandal would be more than she could bear! She would have to give them what they wanted.
"All right boys, give me the photographs and the tape, I'll do whatever you want... but this is the last time - do you understand?"
"Sure thing Miss Burns," all four boys said at once.
"All right baby, off with that dressing gown," Greg Paulson commanded.
Carole Burns slipped out of her robe, revealing her seductive satin nightie to the boys and she watched as each one of them dropped their eyes to her fully arched breasts, clearly defined through her satin nightie.
"Please get out of the bed," Alan asked quietly.
The seductive French teacher did as she was told and climbed out of her bed, suddenly she felt a trembling hand touch her buttocks, from behind. She whirled, almost losing her balance, to glare down at little Peter Riley's frightened face. Almost at the same time she heard Greg Paulson sneer, "come on you guys, let's get her down.
Before Carole could protest she felt her nightie being pulled up over her head and suddenly she was stark naked before the four boys, and she could feel their hungry eyes boring into her body. She felt someone's hand once again caressing her buttocks and exploring the inviting flesh of her trembling ass-cheeks. Never in her life had the French teacher felt so vulnerable, so helpless as she did now standing before these four boys. There was nothing to protect her lushly formed body from the boys' leering gazes. She felt their eyes moving to the high set mounds of her nippled breasts, dropping hungrily to the flat plane of her belly, and then to the little triangular pattern of silken hair up between her long smooth thighs. Yet, even in the midst of her very helplessness and vulnerability, she derived a secret excitement that was undeniable. It made resistance seem all the more hopeless, and she took a satisfaction in the knowledge that she could not have refused the boys what they wanted, even if she'd had the will to. She was their slave, just as much as she was a slave to her own unnatural lust, and, in that vulnerability her consciousness seemed to rise to a dream state, a state of distorted reality which only further heightened her susceptibility to the unwanted passion that had begun to consume her.
As she stood before them, totally naked, trembling with mingled fear and anticipation, even their voices came to her as unreal sounds.
"Man, I've never seen tits like that before," groaned Chip Goodman.
"Forget the tits, I've never seen a body that could come anywhere near hers," groaned Greg Paulson, "and believe me friends, I've been with a lot of woman," boasted Greg.
Carole looked slyly across at Greg Paulson and realized that it was true. She knew he was only thirteen but he was obviously quite experienced with women, she could just tell that by the way he looked at her. Alan, Peter and Chip were more innocent, whereas Greg was more like a man of the world!
"Who's going to go first," Peter Riley asked anxiously.
"Alan gets her first," Carole heard Greg say. Suddenly the French teacher realized that the boys were beginning to take their clothes off, she looked over now towards Alan, giving him the most appealing look she could ... a kind of "help me" look. Yet, she realized it was to no avail!
"That's all right, you guys. I can have her anytime. You go first!" Alan said magnanimously, as if he owned her.
Carole sucked in her breath softly and lowered her eyes in resignation. Suddenly she knew that it was going to happen, before there had been an air of unreality about the whole situation but now she knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that it was too late to turn back. She would take command now, she had to do something to keep her dignity, she had to be in charge some way or other!
"All right Greg, why not you first," she said firmly.
Greg grinned, staring straight into Carole's eyes until she felt compelled to look away from the sheer force of his gaze.
Then the leering youngster dropped his eyes slowly to her straining breasts, crested by the already rigid peaked little nipples, then lower to the softly inviting nakedness of her defenseless thighs. In spite of everything she'd already been through, Carole felt a little shiver pass through her body from the animal hunger of the young boy's gaze.
Then he looked back at her face, his dark brown eyes penetrating hers, his smile broadening.
"Not so fast, teach. Chip and Peter have got a lot to learn before they're going to be ready to take on a woman like you. And you and I are going to teach them." Then he reached his arm quickly around her back and pushed her back towards the bed. "Tell me Miss Burns, have you ever had your pussy eaten?"
Carole stiffened in shock at that lewdly challenging remark. She had never heard such an outrageous suggestion in all her life, and the fact that Greg would say something like that to her, in front of three other boys, was so appalling that she could hardly accept it without protest. But she seemed to have lost her voice. It was just too depraved, and she could think of nothing to say in reply.
"Well, I'm going to show you what it feels like to get really hot. Lay down on the bed and spread your thighs real wide so I can get to your sweet little cunt."
That was more than Carole could take. In a sudden movement, she pulled away from Greg and whirled around, looking about with the wild eyes of a trapped animal at the four boys who gazed feverishly back at her.
"No," she gasped. "No, Greg. You can make love to me, but I won't submit to that!"
Motionless, except for the trembling of her own naked body, Carole watched in terror as the boy approached her.
"Don't touch me!" she gasped.
Carole retreated one more step, then found the backs of her naked thighs pressed against the edge of the bed so that she could retreat no further. During the brief instant before Greg was upon her, she was able to conjure in her mind a vision of the obscene act he proposed. And she felt her legs go weak from the mere thought of it. She had never ever let a man do anything like that to her in her life. It was unnatural, depraved, perverted, and she just couldn't submit to it. She would have done almost anything else the boys asked, but not that.
But, with her thighs against the bed, she realized that she was trapped, with no hope of escape. This was but another act of depravity and akin to all the other immoral things that she had already done, that they had already seen in the photographs. With a sigh, she dropped to her back on the bed, landing with her thighs slightly parted. Staring up in horror, frozen again to immobility by her own shock and dismay, Carole watched Greg drop to his knees at the edge of the bed, his hands seizing her thighs, holding them apart as he lowered his face to the warm flesh up between her legs. His tongue flicked into her navel, sending an unwanted electric chill darting up and down the whole length of her spine, while his chin nuzzled down into the soft curls of pussy hair that covered her vaginal mound.
Carole thought she was making at least a feeble effort to wriggle away from the aggressive boy. But it was like one of those dreams where repeated attempts to perform the simplest tasks become inexplicably futile, and she found herself unable to even close her thighs as the boy dropped his face down between them and moved his lips closer to the entrance of her defenseless little pussy.
A muffled groan rose in Carole's throat, and convulsive spasms jerked in her thighs and stomach as she felt Greg press his lips down lightly into the thin strands of hair over the crest of her pubic mound. She shivered with an unknown fear from his touch, but the suddenly heated contact of his tongue on her naked flesh nonetheless caused a flutter of delight to course over her squirming body. She shuddered again as his agile tongue traced downward through the sparse blonde curls of her pussy hair. Then his hands moved up into the warmth between her widespread thighs to stroke through the little fringed curls and come into sudden titillating contact with the erotically tingling lips of her pussy. The helpless French teacher sobbed an unheeded protest as she felt his thumbs pull her most sensitive flesh apart to expose to his gaze the warm inviting secrets of her cunt. When he blew his breath softly into the forbidden orifice, she almost cried out aloud from the sheer sensation.
"Don't you want me to eat your pussy, Miss Burns," Greg asked between the French teacher's thighs.
"Noooooooo!" she cried in desperation.
"Well, I'm going to. I'm going to eat your sweet little cunt until you're begging for it."
"Noooooooo," Carole begged. "Please don't do it to me. Please don't." Then her whole body jerked as Greg's tongue flicked suddenly outward to find electrifying contact with the vibrating little bud of her clitoris. Gasping and trembling with unwanted desire, she raised her head up from the mattress, staring down in abject horror between her quivering breasts at the young boy's lust-strained face hovering so closely to her defenselessly exposed cunt. It was too depraved for words, and she didn't know if she could bear the humiliating ordeal he was about to subject her to. But she was totally helpless to resist. Her love-starved body was begging to betray her and she couldn't bring herself to fight back. The moist pink flesh of her naked vagina was presented to Greg's leering eyes in sacrifice, and Carole lay trembling beneath him on the mattress, watching in complete helplessness as his tongue menacingly circled his lips in preparation for the perverted ravishment he intended.
Out of the corner of her eye, the French teacher saw that both Peter Riley and Chip Goodman had moved even closer to watch this lewd scene, their eyes filled with the feverish excitement of their own anticipation. With a deliberate outward movement of his thumbs, Greg drew the fleshy pink lips of her cunt even further apart to better expose the softly glistening inner flesh of her pussy. Groaning hungrily, he dropped his head down to swipe the full length of his tongue all the way up the length of her already wetly throbbing cuntal slit.
"I'm going to eat you like you've never been eaten before," taunted Greg, his words muffled between Carole's naked thighs.
"I've never been eaten before," Carole protested, shaking her head to toss her long blonde hair over her softly rounded shoulders.
"Then it's time you tried it."
Another desperate sob arose from Carole's throat, and her buttocks jerked in a sudden convulsive movement, grinding down hard in the mattress beneath her to escape the maddening attack as Greg's tongue flicked again from his mouth to lick slowly up and down her wildly quivering pussy lips.
Then, as she continued to writhe and moan in protest, he sucked softly to draw the wantonly throbbing bud of her clitoris right into his mouth, nibbling at it with the tips of his teeth until Carole cried out in shame and forbidden delight, and another lewd spasm shook her nakedly writhing body.
"Oooooooohhhhh! Ohhhhhh." the aroused young French teacher moaned, hardly able to believe what was happening to her, yet unable to deny the lust-inciting sensation of Greg's tongue on her hotly pulsating cunt. It was too obscene, and she whimpered in lewd abandon beneath the lascivious attack, her head still raised from the mattress to watch in horrified fascination as his face pushed down even harder against her already moistened pubic hair.
Then, as another shudder of unwanted response darted through her body, she dropped her head helplessly back onto the mattress, lunging her buttocks up in a spontaneous motion of unmitigated lust. She now found herself unable to further resist the delicious currents of lewd excitement that surged through her loins from the wanton sucking and licking, as Greg began to feast in earnest on her defenseless cuntal flesh. She moaned distantly, closing her eyes to blot out the sight of the two boys who had crowded even closer to the bed in order to watch the humiliating attack.
Little wisps of forbidden pleasure began to swell deep in Carole's belly from the teasing sensation of the young boy's tongue fucking wetly in and out of her quivering cuntal softness. Her full sensuous breasts jiggled on her writhing torso as her naked body began to respond in spite of all the inherent perversion in the depraved act she was submitting to. Her sensitivity heightened by the tense emotional strain, Carole's eagerly throbbing pussy was acting of its own volition. No matter how much she disapproved of this obscene act, no matter how guilty she might feel later for having allowed Greg to do it to her, she could no longer deny the warped pleasure she derived from it.
Again the French teacher lifted her head, staring deliriously down between her heaving breasts at Greg's dark head bobbing between her thighs. "Oh. Ohhhhhhh!" she purred in obvious delight, beginning a rhythmic hunching motion of her buttocks on the bed, as the little tremors of rapture darted out over every single inch of her tingling flesh. Gradually, she was beginning to shed her inhibitions, to respond with wanton and greedy abandon to the lascivious use this young boy was making of her pussy. At last, with a final whimper of submission, Carole dropped her hands down the length of her writhing torso to run her fingers eagerly into the young boy's hair, pulling his face even tighter to her hungrily squirming cunt.
Never in her life had Carole believed that a woman would be able to respond to such a vile act of perversion as the one Greg was inflicting upon her. It was too humiliating, too degrading, but she couldn't help herself. Her lust had completely overcome her, and she sobbed out her surrender in an incessant stream of obscene pleadings as she felt his tongue thrusting again and again up into the most sensitive inner reaches of her quivering vaginal flesh. Her hips jerking and lunging in lewd abandon as the little shivers of ecstasy coursed at rapid intervals out from her lust-tortured cunt to saturate every inch of her now softly perspiring flesh. Then, in an even more impulsive gesture, she dropped her hands from Greg's hair, reaching down beneath his arms to try to pull him up onto her wantonly squirming body.
"All right," she sobbed in a defeated voice. "All right, Greg. That's enough. You win. Just fuck me. Fuck me right now!"
Gasping for breath, Greg raised his head to stare in triumph up the sweat glistened flesh of the lovely French teacher's nakedly twisted body, peering between the quivering mounds of her breasts to her flushed, desire-tortured face. But, in spite of his youth, he was physically stronger than she, and Carole was unable to succeed in pulling him up on top of her against his will. She could do nothing but stare back at him helplessly, pleading, going out of her mind with the sensations that were almost overpowering her.
"Go on Greg," Chip Goodman urged from the end of the bed. "Go on and fuck her so I can have my turn."
"Yes," Carole said softly. "Come on and fuck me."
She dropped her hands from the young boy's body and shifted to a reclining position, extending her arms above her head to arch the lustfully swollen mounds of her breasts even more ripely.
"All right," Greg said, standing up and beginning to remove his clothes.
Carole watched with bated breath as the young boy quickly stripped off his clothes. Then she almost gasped aloud at the sight of his already fully erected penis. He was really well-endowed. He had obviously matured very quickly, and the enormous throbbing hardness that stood up between his thighs was almost twice the size of Alan's. In fact, Carole found it almost hard to believe that she would even be able to take it in the tightness of her vagina. Yet, even the surge of fear that swelled in her breast at the thought of being stretched and impaled by Greg's enormous shaft of cock-flesh did nothing to temper her wantonly demanding need. She would take it, even if it hurt her. She had to have it after everything Greg had already put her through.
"Now," Greg said. "Turn over."
"What?" Carole gasped, staring up at the boy in confusion.
Greg grinned. "Turn over. And kneel up, facing the foot of the bed."
"But.. . . but why?" Carole managed in a quivering voice, unable to even imagine what further subjugation Greg had in store for her before he would give her what her body now demanded against her own will.
"But... but I don't understand," Carole whimpered in despair, starting slowly to shift about on the bed and roll only her belly to helplessly expose her naked buttocks to the four boys' hungry gazes.
"Dog fashion, teach. Haven't you ever done it dog fashion?"
"No. No. Please!"
"Do you want to get fucked or not!"
Even in her present state of all-consuming lust, Carole hesitated for the briefest instant before she nodded, saying nothing, and turned completely onto her stomach. Then, slowly, she placed her legs up beneath her body to arch her nakedly rounded buttocks in lewd invitation in the air. She closed her eyes, a tremor passing through her when she felt the bed sag from Greg's weight as the young boy positioned himself behind her.
It was the most humiliating position in the entire repertoire of sexual positions. Carole had never felt so shamed and degraded in her whole life. But there was nothing she could do to resist. She couldn't control her perverted desire, and she would have submitted to almost anything this youthful athlete demanded of her at this point.
"Come on Greg," Carole heard one of the eager boys urge. Then her body stiffened as Greg positioned himself behind her. A little shiver of apprehension coursed up her spine as she felt his hands seize her buttocks and rock her slightly backwards. He shifted, moving forward, and a low hiss arose in her throat, as she felt the bulbous head of his thick rigid penis prod up between her thighs from behind to make contact with the saliva-moistened slit of her pussy.
"Ooooooooh!" Carole moaned in a combination of fear and need from the searing pressure on the naked softness of her defenseless pussy. She waited breathlessly as the muscular boy held himself poised behind her for a moment. Then an even wilder shudder went through her body as he pushed forward, and she felt just the head of his oversized cock push between the tightly resisting lips of her hair-lined cuntal slit.
"Like it?" he asked roughly.
The submissively kneeling French teacher didn't answer. A choked sob rose in her throat from the stabbing pain, as the young boy's enormous penis wormed its way slowly up into her tight vaginal softness, his hotly throbbing shaft thrusting inside the resistance of her tight clasping cuntal walls. Her entire body quivered, and she attempted to crawl forward in retreat from the searing sensation of the entry. "Do you like it?" Greg asked again.
"Yes! Yes, I like it!" Carole cried spontaneously without even thinking, emitting another deep groan, as, with a sudden motion, she screwed her trembling buttocks backwards, gritting her teeth and closing her eyes tightly shut as she took everything Greg had until she was completely impaled. She felt his genital sac slap softly against her nakedly proffered buttocks, and the weight of his muscular young body sagged heavily on top of her in the debasing dog fashion position.
Carole had never been so filled in her life. Her pussy was stretched tight by the surging hardness that filled it. For an extended moment, she was afraid to even move.
" All right Miss Burns," Greg said, at last, behind her. "Now, Fm going to give you the fucking of your life."
"Yes," Carole sobbed in final surrender. "Yes Greg. Come on and fuck me."
"Wait a second."
Alan's voice snapped Carole back out of her dream world of lascivious bliss and anticipation, and she looked up at the boy in shock as he moved slowly towards her.
"Just a minute," Alan ordered. "You, Peter, pull down your pants."
"What?" Peter asked, crimson flushing to his face.
"Pull down your pants," Alan said. "Miss Burns is going to suck you off while Greg's fucking her from behind.
Carole Burns' mind whirled, she couldn't have heard Alan correctly, she just couldn't. Why would he subject her to even more torture than she was already experiencing, surely he couldn't be serious. . .. surely not!
Chapter Seven
The seductive French teacher's wits were now thoroughly confused, she could hardly believe that she was doing the vile act that Alan had ordered for her. To actually put the boy's cock in her mouth. ... Oh God! How depraved could she become?
She recalled how many times in her life men had wanted to do that and she had recoiled from them, and now, a mere boy was going to do it. What would his cock taste like, she sudden]) wondered - would it be erotic?
Carole Burns didn't really have time to time about it nor to protest, everything was happening around her without her consent it seemed. Peter Riley was at this moment pulling down his pants, urged on by Alan. Carole noticed how much Peter was blushing and she suspected strongly that he was a virgin.
"Come on Peter, she wants it, just look at her face, she's drooling for your cock. Get it in there and fuck her in the mouth," Alan urged sadistically.
There were no boundaries to Carole's shame now and yet she couldn't help but admit that she was excited to be used this way. It was so dramatic, so wild, quite unlike anything she had ever been involved in in her young life. She felt like a Star, she was the Star of this drama she knew that, the boys' couldn't have played out their fantasies without her!
She stared at Peter's small erect penis now and flicking out her tongue wetly to moisten her full pouting lips, the French teacher beckoned the young boy forward with a sultry, inviting gaze.
Still moaning from the combined pain and pleasure from the energetic fucking she was getting from behind, Carole reached with a trembling hand to seize the smoothly heated rod of flesh that loomed up toward her face. At her urging, Peter took another short step forward until his thighs were pressed against the foot of the bed. Then the French teacher ovalled her sensuously moistened lips, leaning quickly forward to take just the pulsing little cock-head into her mouth.
Peter groaned, his whole body shuddering in delight as the French teacher began to suck him. He could hardly even believe the salacious sight of Miss Burns kneeling so subserviently on the bed before him, her long blonde hair spilling down over his bare thighs, her soft warm lips pursed around the throbbing shaft of his cock, and her tongue swiping in smooth strokes up and down the resiliently straining flesh, causing his hips to jerk and hunch in spasmodic reflex from the titillating sensation.
From his vantage point behind the undulating blonde, Greg Paulson was now fucking the French teacher with all his might, at the same time watching Peter grinning at him in amusement and encouragement, while the bashful boy could not even meet Greg's eyes. He had never been so embarrassed in his life, but he wouldn't have stopped what he was doing for anything in the world. Peter had never even kissed a girl, and the French teacher's wanton sucking of his cock was even more exciting than anything he'd ever experienced in his dreams.
For Carole, everything had become a jumble. She heard the boys' exclamations of excitement and gloating triumph their strained and hastened breathing. She felt their frenzied motions, the lewd thrusting of their cocks in her two respective orifices. She was buffeted helplessly between them, clawed and pawed simultaneously by two pairs of hands which she could no longer even distinguish. And it all blended together, a surreal montage of lust, humiliation, and wanton masochistic bliss. Greg's extended and powerful assault on her helplessly offered cunt had completely destroyed her will to resist. She could already feel the electric current beginning to flow throughout her wantonly excited flesh, and she knew it wouldn't be long now before she got the satisfaction she so desperately needed.
She sucked ravenously at Peter's lust-inflamed cock, hungering for the fresh tasting cum she knew was going to spurt very soon from his hotly twitching little rod of flesh. At the same time, she hunched and bucked her buttocks furiously back against Greg's loins, taking the throbbing rigidity of his cock deeper and deeper up into the tender flesh of her aching pussy, relishing the stinging slaps of his stomach and thighs against her preferred ass-cheeks, and craving the obscenely jolting thrusts that shook her whole writhing body. She was being used in the lewdest manner possible by the two boys simultaneously, ravished between them like a rag doll, and she loved it.
Then the voice of Chip Goodman, who stood watching beside the bed, only reminded Carole that this was the beginning. "Hey guys, come on, hurry up."
"She's still got two hands," Alan said. "Let her jack you off while you're waiting your turn."
Only a muffled whimper of protest issued from Carole's lips at that suggestion of even further humiliation. She couldn't speak in defense of herself. Her mouth was filled with the rigid little cock pistoning in and out between her wetly rounded lips toward the back of her throat. Her face was helplessly buried in Peter Riley's pubic hair, and in his excitement the normally shy boy was beginning to reveal a latent aggression. He had seized Carole's long blonde hair, and now held her face firmly between his widespread legs, guiding the bobbing movements of her head to the ultimate satisfaction of his own need, in complete disregard for her feelings as a human being. And she had no alternative to continued submission, even as she felt Chip seize her left wrist and draw her arm outward to place her hand in sudden contact on the shaft of his own lewdly erected penis. Instinctively, Carole wrapped her fingers around the resilient rod of hot young flesh, and this added physical contact, insignificant compared to the wild sensations she derived from the lewd skewering of her palpitating little pussy was receiving from behind and the obscene use of her mouth from in front, nonetheless had a symbolic value. It demonstrated the complete depravity to which she'd sunk, and it only served to further impress upon her lust tortured mind the sheer helplessness of her situation. Then, at Chip's urging, she began to work her wrist back and forth, softly caressing the sensitive flesh of his hard swollen-cock in time with the bobbing movement of her mouth around Peter's swollen cock, and the wild gyrations of her nakedly upthrusted buttocks against the boy who fucked into her from behind. It was at that time that she underwent the final humiliation as Alan moved up to the other side of the bed, took her other hand and placed it on his own erectly throbbing penis.
"This is the way it all really began anyway, isn't it, Miss Burns?" he asked derisively.
Carole didn't even answer. She couldn't, because at that very instant, she felt Peter stiffen in front of her, his hands dropping from her hair to her ears to pin her face even more helplessly against his wildly writhing cock-flesh as he shoved forward with a mighty thrust.
"Uh-oh," the boy gasped in a strained voice. I think I'm going to cum."
"Go ahead," Alan said, the urgency in his voice reflecting his own building lust. Cum in her mouth. She likes that too."
Carole still powerless to express her own feelings, could do nothing but continue the wanton sucking along the virally throbbing penis that violated her lips.
An instant later, the first hot spurts of sweet tasting cum came rushing up the length of Peter's jerking young cock and spewed into her mouth. Carole sobbed and whimpered around the surging shaft, making obscene gurgling sounds in her throat as she swallowed his spluttering stream of hot liquid, her Adam's apple bobbing swiftly up and down. She sucked hungrily, tightening her lips around the base of the young boy's cock to prevent herself from losing a single drop of the life-giving sperm. She swallowed it all, continuing her ravenous sucking until the lust-crazed adolescent had spurted the last droplet of his burning load of sperm into her mouth, and his little penis began to slowly deflate. Then Peter's hands dropped from her ears, and after a moment his already limp cock slipped from her mouth, and he stepped back from the bed.
"O.K." Chip gasped. "My turn. I'm going to fuck her in the mouth too."
As Greg continued to rack her body with his frenziedly driving strokes from behind, Chip freed his own surging penis shaft from Carole's protesting grasp, and moved around in front of the bed. With a deep animal groan, Carole reached up to seize his hotly pulsing hardness and bend it down toward her lips, taking it hungrily into her mouth, still slippery from the cum the first youngster had spewed so ruthlessly between her lips. Then she reached her hand around the boy's naked buttocks to pull his lust-swollen cock deeper into her greedily sucking mouth.
Behind her Greg groaned suddenly and unleashed a series of mad staccato lunges that shoved Carole forward until her face was completely buried in Chip's loins. She felt Greg's long hard penis switch and throb even harder up into the most sensitive depths of her vagina, and she knew he was going to cum very quickly. At the same time she could already feel the first distant flutters beginning in her own belly.
"Ooooooooooh wow!" Chip gasped as the French teacher began to suck hungrily on his cock, working her face back and forth to draw her lips in rhythmic movements up and down the full length of the resiliency straining shaft of flesh. "I don't know if I can hold it," he gasped suddenly in despair.
Carole had no way of communicating to the young boy that there was no further need to hold it. Greg was going to cum. Already she hovered on the brink of climax. And it only seemed fitting that Chip should time his own orgasm with theirs.
A moment later, it began. In spite of the pulsating cock-head that filled her mouth, Carole managed a muffled whimper of joy as she felt the shattering waves begin to flow swiftly through her violated pussy. Greg groaned in ecstasy, his hands clawing at the kneeling French teacher's back, his eyes riveted on her nakedly proffered ass-cheeks where he could see his wetly glistening cock sawing in and out of her tight quivering cuntal lips. But still he held back as long as he could. Then, a shudder racking his body, he abandoned his restraint.
Carole's body buckled helplessly before Greg's series of racking lunges as he began to spurt his own devastating load of semen deep up into her ravished pussy. Her hand still clung tightly to Alan's hard throbbing little cock but she no longer had the presence of mind to jack him off. She was in a dream state of delirium from the lewd degradation she was being subjected to. Greg was shooting off in her vagina and at the same time Chip Goodman's cock began to twitch and jerk in her saliva-filled mouth as he released his own hotly squirting load of sperm.
And now Carole's whole body began to jerk and writhe in spontaneous contortions between the two naked young boys. Massive chills of excitement shot madly up the length of her spine, and low hums of passionate and servile acceptance came in torrents from deep in her throat. She bucked and arched her body, quivering in a frenzy of passion, grinding her hips furiously back against Greg's loins, as the waves of orgasm saturated deeper into her body, and out over every inch of her softly perspiring flesh.
It seemed to go on and on forever, an endless pageant of shame, ecstasy and orgasm. Then at last Carole felt Greg's perspiration soaked body sag down on her back. An instant later, Chip leaned forward in exhaustion against the end of the bed, his penis slowly deflating in her still sucking mouth.
"Well Alan darling, I guess it's your turn now," sighed Carole Burns, wondering how she was going to take on yet another boy, so exhausted was she and yet she couldn't help but admit that she was exhilarated at the thought of fucking with her first lover again. "Are you going to take me dog fashion?" Carole asked her lover innocently.
"No, I'm not going to fuck you dog fashion Miss Burns," Alan said, lowering his body down between her thighs from behind.
Then Carole's buttocks jerked in a spontaneous spasm as he reached between her thighs to place his fingers in the already obscenely lubricated slit of her cunt. When his fingers were thoroughly moistened with her vaginal juices, he began to spread the slickly flowing moisture up over the sensitive separating membrane onto the puckered little hole of her anus.
"I'm going to do something you'll like even better. I'm going to fuck you in the ass."
Sirens screamed through Carole Burns' brain as she heard these words, he's what! she gasped inwardly to herself, oh no! He must be joking, he must be, what does he mean he's going to fuck me in the ass, he's going to put his cock into my asshole, no! no! he must be joking ... he must be!
Chapter Eight
As Carole slowly began to realize that indeed Alan did intend to fuck her in the ass, she realized that this was her final humiliation. She stared up at the three other boys' now and could see by the expression on their faces that they were a little shocked at Alan's words, especially Chip and Peter. Greg Paulson still had the lewd sadistic look on his face that she had seen earlier, and she knew that probably nothing would shock him, in fact she realized that Greg had probably put Alan up to it.
Alan Page felt like superman, he knew that he had totally blown the French teacher's mind and he felt elated. He'd been thinking of fucking her in the ass all day long and after seeing her so ravished by the other boys he knew that he had to top it, he had to give her something that was totally different from everyone else. He wanted his fuck to be the most special.
Suddenly Carole realized that it was really going to happen to her.... Alan intended to sodomize her ... to sodomize her!
For an extended moment, Carole's shock froze her to complete immobility. Then an anguished cry escaped from her throat as she felt the pressure on her tight anal orifice increase and Alan's finger burrowed suddenly into the tightly puckered little orifice. She lurched forward, her whole nakedly kneeling body trembling from the fiery stimulation, as the searing penetration continued.
''Aaaaaaaggggghhhhhh! Uuuuuuuuuuuggggggggghhhhhhhhhhh!" Carole groaned as Alan's middle finger burrowed up into her rectum despite all her attempts to clench her buttocks and close the forbidden hole to his painful assault. The deadly serious youngster sank his finger to the first knuckle, then continued the hot piercing intrusion until it was embedded all the way up into her tightly clenched rectum until there was nothing she could do to resist.
"Oh Alan, please," Carole moaned. "Don't do that. Anything, but don't do that."
"You'll love it," Alan said above her. "Just like you loved everything else I've done to you."
Gasping from the wanton invasion of her heretofore unviolated anus, Carole dropped her face down to the mattress in despair, tears of shame filling her eyes while Alan continued the searing probes of his finger into the hot spongy flesh up between her defenseless ass-cheeks. She heard the other boys' exclamations of excitement and surprise as distant, unreal sounds. It was all too insane! Not even they could believe Alan was really serious. But Carole knew there was no escape, and with resignation, prepared to submit to this final degradation.
Then she almost screamed as she felt the boy begin to draw his finger out of her resisting anal passage, which now seemed to cling to the intruder in protest in spite of the sharp pain it had caused. The blonde haired woman moaned even more desperately as Alan's finger was replaced by the throbbing head of his hard little penis.
Carole sobbed and grunted, her voluptuous body lurching forward as she felt the blood-filled cock-head suddenly pressing up against the tightly resisting little opening, and then begin to worm relentlessly forward. The sharp white hot pain caused new tears to rush to her eyes and spill in glistening droplets down her cheeks, and she shivered and trembled, lifting her head to stare pleadingly at the three boys who were now gathered close around the bed to watch. But she saw in their excited faces that she would get no help, or even sympathy from them.
"Kneel up," Alan said.
"No," Carole answered, shaking her head from side to side as the boy rammed even harder against her defenseless buttocks, and his small shaft of cock-flesh surged even further upward, deeper and deeper into her cringing anal opening.
"Come on, kneel! It won't hurt as bad that way," Alan said.
In spite of her pain Carole almost laughed at Alan's commanding voice, he was such a little boy and such a man at the same time! But then as he flexed his virile little penis far up inside her, sending a new stab of pain to rack her body, she whimpered softly and did his bidding, pulling her knees up beneath her heavily swaying breasts, and thrusting her naked buttocks high in the air in almost the same position she'd assumed when Greg had fucked her in the humiliating dog fashion. And with an even deeper groan, she took the shaft of Alan's penis all the way to the hilt between her helplessly skewered ass-cheeks. Hopelessly impaled now, she had taken the entire length of Alan's hard pulsing cock all the way to the most sensitive depths of her rectum, and she knew at least the worst pain was over.
Again Alan flexed his penis deep inside her warmly resisting rectal channel causing new shudders of erotic pleasure to ripple out over her trembling body. Carole dropped her face back down to rest on her hands. She'd never felt so helpless in her life, but it wasn't as bad as she'd expected. The pain was tempered by an even more vivid sensation of masochistic pleasure. Her loins were on fire from the lewd skewering up between her ass-cheeks, and she could feel the tight little sac that held Alan's cum-filled testicles slap teasingly against the sensitive slit of her wetly throbbing cunt.
"God, it's tight." Alan gasped. "It feels so good. I'm not going to be able to hold it back very long."
"That's all right, Alan," Carole sobbed in encouragement.
The young boy gradually began to fuck harder against her helplessly proffered ass-cheeks. She groaned, gritting her teeth, as the raw stimulation almost blanked her mind. But slowly her cries of agony and protest started to evolve, transforming finally into mewls of forbidden pleasure as Alan fucked deeper and deeper into the hot depths of her yielding anal passage.
For a few moments longer Carole was in limbo, a part of her wanting Alan to achieve his climax quickly and cease his merciless assault, another part of her beginning to cry out for more and more of the wonderfully depraved sensation. Compared to this crude anal impalement, everything else she had done before now seemed insignificant. A hidden masochistic need was responding against all her wishes to the pain and humiliation Alan was inflicting upon her. The sheer sensation was more than she could bear and though she feared she would forever lose all respect for herself as a result, her lewdly undulating body was beginning to respond in a way that could not be denied.
Then, as Alan moved his hand down the front of her body between her thighs to tweak the ultra-sensitive bud of her clitoris, Carole sobbed defeatedly, and in a spontaneous response, rocked her nakedly impaled buttocks backwards, taking the slender shaft of Alan's virile young cock even deeper into her rectum, beginning to fuck and jerk in earnest back against his hotly thrusting penis. Her submissively kneeling body began to writhe in lewd abandon to the electric pain-pleasure stimulus of the obscene skewering of her anus, responding, even encouraging this assault by the young boy.
"God! Greg Paulson gasped. "Look at Miss Burns go! She likes it! She even likes ass-hole fucking."
"Wow," Chip Goodman said, "she'll do anything, won't she?"
Behind the blonde's wildly bucking ass-cheeks, Alan grunted even more excitedly to Miss Burns' sudden unexpected response, increasing the depths of his own racking thrusts until he was unleashing the full fury of his adolescent lust with a series of mighty strokes deep up into the tightness of her contracting anus. Simultaneously, he shoved his finger far up into the frantically quivering depths of her cunt, and increasing the friction of his thumb's rapid stroking over the throbbing bud of her clitoris. Already he could feel the cum begin to well within his balls, and he knew that it wouldn't be long before he lost all control. But he was determined to hold off as long as possible. He was beginning to realize that Miss Burns might be able to attain an orgasm from even this perverted variation of sexual intercourse, and he knew that would make his triumph complete.
Then suddenly Carole gave out a series of desperate animal groans. The contrasting sensations in her two separately ravaged orifices was finally becoming enmeshed. She could no longer distinguish between right and wrong, pain and pleasure, and her nakedly squirming body shuddered as ecstatic waves of all-consuming delight arched out again and again over her sensually writhing flesh.
"Aaaaaaaaahhhhh! Alan! Fuck harder. I'm cumming!" she wailed. Behind her Alan groaned and began a series of violent thrusts as the first hot rush of sperm welled up from his balls and into the convulsing depths of the French teacher's lewdly violated rectum. At the same time, he intensified the rapid finger fucking of her tortured cunt and the tormenting caresses with his finger over the quivering little bud of her clitoris. And as he continued his jolting thrusts, Carole mewled without restraint from the shattering waves of ecstasy that engulfed her. The sweet spewing semen flooded her rectum, filling and lubricating the passage until at last it overflowed in this white hot streams that ran down her inner thighs. And as she bucked and hunched beneath Alan's last racking lunges, there was nothing left but the wildly consuming passion of release.
She was cumming now as she had never cum before in her life and as the wild sensations jolted her writhing body, Carole Burns realized for the first time that now she had passed beyond the boundaries of respectability. She would never be the same now, how could she be after making love with four boys, most of whom were only eleven and twelve years of age. She had stepped into another world she knew it, and a world that she would have a hard time extricating herself from. She was wiser than to think that this would be the only time the boys would want her. Of course she had the photographs and the negatives and the tape but would they stop at that. . . and did she want them too! Could she spend the rest of the term in the school celibate. . . . now, she didn't think so. What was she going to do, how could they work it out so that they could play this way and not get caught!
Chapter Nine
After the boys' had left her that day, Carole Burns looked at all the photographs the boys' had taken of her and she couldn't help but admit that they were quite racy. She was even proud of herself, I never knew I was this sexy, smiled Carole Burns to herself. She checked every photograph against it's negative and as she did so she tossed them both into the fire. There was one problem however, one of the photographs didn't have a negative .. . Carole panicked but then determined to ask Alan about it the following day.
Alan Page didn't have the other negative either and neither did Chip Goodman, he went back to the developing room off the science laboratory to look for it, but couldn't find it.
Everyone was worried, they had hoped that they could continue to see Miss Burns, but now they were very cautious, suppose they were being watched!
Five days had passed since the French teacher and the boys had had their orgy and already Carole was beginning to feel a little horny, she knew that the boys were too from the looks they were giving her in class. What could they do? Would they dare to come to her house?
Later that night, Carole Burns had a surprise visitor, Gerald Chapman, the Science Master came to see her. He handed her a little envelope and even before she looked into it, Carole Burns knew what it contained. She also knew from the lewd expression on Gerald's face what he wanted from her and she knew that she would have to give it to him.
Perhaps this was the best way after all, Gerald in a way was saving her from seducing little boys for the rest of her life. As she watched the not-unattractive science master remove his clothing she gasped at the enormous size of his cock, its purple bulging head throbbing painfully before her hungry eyes.
Carole Burns was beyond caring, she wanted satisfaction and if she couldn't get it from the boys she could get it from the Science Master.
"Are you ready to pay me for the negative, Miss Burns," Gerald Chapman grinned lewdly.
"Yes I am Mr. Chapman," purred Carole Burns slipping out of her dress, revealing her voluptuous body in only her skimpy panties and bra.
"Good Miss Burns because I can't wait another minute, if only you knew how I've wanted you all these months. Damnit you were so unapproachable and then when I found that negative and saw that you had been making love with one of the boys, I almost blew my top: But in a way, I'm thankful to the little bugger, whoever he was, because now I get to have you Miss Burns. . . . and Miss Burns you look delicious, I mean almost too good to eat. And Miss Burns, you do like to be eaten, don't you?"
"Oh yes, Mr. Chapman, I really do," purred the seductive French teacher, "I really do!"
