Jessica Davis concluded, looking hopefully around the room for a glimmer of understanding in any of her pupils' eyes. This was the first year she had worked as a teacher and, though she was making everything as clear as she knew how, some of the teenagers seemed unbelievably hard-headed.
With a little sigh of resignation, she inquired, "Any questions, class?"
At least ten hands shot up and the lovely blonde haired woman studied the youngsters before her, trying to decide which one's question would most help the rest of the class. As her gaze traveled over the rows of upturned young faces, the beautiful teacher felt a sudden tightening in her throat, and she was unable to suppress a little shudder of excitement as her eyes inadvertently met the shy gaze of a slim, brunette youth who was seated at the very rear of the classroom.
By now, this feeling was so familiar to Jessica Davis that it was almost a habit, but still she tried to conquer the thoughts that brought the unwanted trembling to her knees and the sudden tightening of the muscles in her belly. Each day since this year at Carlton High School had begun, Jessica had prayed for the strength to halt these terrible sensations, but without fail, as her last class of the day came closer, she would find herself quivering with the thrilling anticipation of seeing this slim, good-looking youngster in the rear of the class. And today, when she looked at the boy, her body was overrun with the same irrepressible sensations she had felt for the last three weeks, feelings that she knew were sick and wrong.
Even now, as she desperately tried to still the strange arousal she felt building in her body, Jessica was aware of a wonderful light-fingered quivering that began deep in her belly and drifted down feather-like to her loins below. You've got to stop this! she raged mentally at herself. She clenched her hands tightly behind her back in an instinctive effort to ward off the unwanted excitement. It doesn't matter who he looks like! she thought desperately. He's a boy! . . . a sixteen year-old boy! Get hold of yourself! He's not the same person! . . . he's not.. .
"You, Kent. What's your question?" she suddenly demanded, pointing toward the dark, slender boy at the back of the room. Then, as the handsome youngster merely stared at her in self-conscious bewilderment, his hand wavering uncertainly in the air, Jessica realized her mistake. "Oh, I'm sorry-I meant Dave. What did you want to ask me, Dave?"
During the next minutes, as she carefully answered the boy's query, the blue-eyed teacher was uncomfortable aware that she was standing and acting as stiffly as a marble statue. She tried frantically to ignore her anxiety and act naturally, but it was no use. She had called the youngster "Kent"!
The lovely blonde teacher could no longer avoid the fact that this boy reminded her, too much, of the dark-haired youth with whom Jessica had spent the happiest years of her life . . . her first love. After managing a brief reply to another student's question, she set the youngsters to work on some textbook exercises and walked outside into the hallway to try and regain control of herself.
Walking out of the classroom door, the tall, shapely teacher's blue eyes widened in surprise for a moment as she came face to face with her own reflection in the mirrored trophy case on the opposite side of the school corridor. The sight of her own image was strange and unfamiliar at first.
Then the beautiful golden-haired woman smiled gently as she realized how much her appearance had changed in a half year.
As soon as she left her husband a year ago, the statuesque blonde had treated herself to a shopping spree, buying up all the gay fashionable clothes she had been wanting to wear throughout the years of her disastrous marriage to the wealthy old realtor. Still, she hadn't quite gotten used to seeing herself in the new outfits she had chosen. Somehow, the new clothes made her look like an entirely different person, younger and more carefree than she had felt in years. After all, she never would have dared wear anything like them while she was still the wife of a dignified, successful old realtor.
Momentarily wondering if her dress was really the proper thing to wear as a high school teacher, Jessica moved a little closer to the long expanse of mirror to obtain a better view of herself. After studying her reflection for a moment, the thirty-five year-old woman came to the conclusion that she did indeed look quite striking and lovely in the blue knit dress that almost matched the color of her eyes. Perhaps, she mused, her new life in a new town was agreeing with her. It certainly could not be any worse than the existence she had abandoned a year ago, when she had left her husband, Ernest Davis.
During her marriage to Ernest, Jessica had often tried to forget how attractive she had always been to men. But now that she was away from the fears and anxiety that had filled the last few years, she realized that she was free to critically survey the generously-rounded curves that had made her one of the most popular girls in her local high school and college. It was a pleasant surprise to see that she was certainly not the dowdy old lady she had tried to become with Ernest. At the age of thirty-five, it surely seemed that some of her charm would have faded, but she could see in her mirrored reflection that that was far from true. In fact, it appeared that she had lost none of her youthful beauty and freshness and, if it were possible, her body had" matured into an even greater perfection than it had attained when she had married her husband so many years ago.
Jessica allowed her blue-eyed gaze to pause for a moment at the reflection of the high-set round breasts that thrust provocatively out against the well-fitted bodice of her light knit dress. Between the firm twin mounds, she could see the narrowest of valleys in the soft clinging fabric, and the lovely woman marveled at how well they were keeping their shape, despite their unusual size. A slight frown creased Jessica's brow as she leaned back against the tiled wall of the corridor, remembering how Ernest's clients had always noticed her full-rounded breasts, especially during the last few years of the marriage when her husband began to give frequent swimming parties around their backyard pool. She had usually worn nothing but a two-piece swimming suit and even now, she still felt a little shiver of disgust at the thought of Ernest's business associates, lecherous wrinkled old men, all of them undressing her with their bleary eyes. It had been almost as though she were nothing but a poolside plaything, provided by Ernest along with the food and drinks.
Recalling her duties, the lovely teacher peeked momentarily into the classroom to make sure that all her students were working, then returned her attention to the looking glass. A soft unhappy sign passed her lips as she gazed down over the reflection of her slender girlish waist to the delicious sweep of her full-swelling thighs and perfectly-formed calves and ankles. She could easily see that her body was still as attractive and desirable as ever, but what did it matter? she mused bitterly. After her experiences with Ernest-being ogled by countless middle-aged men as her own husband dangled her charms in front of his clients in an effort to weaken their resistance to his business propositions-Jessica doubted she would ever be able to truly trust a man again. They were all so selfish, so insensitive, all of them . . . except Kent, her first lover.
The golden-haired woman felt hot tears welling up in her eyes and she guiltily peered up and down the long, quiet, school corridor to see if anyone were witnessing her moment of self-pity. Then she quickly blinked them back, chastising herself for her moment of weakness. In her mind she knew that she had no real reason to complain about the first years of her marriage to Ernest. After all, it had truly been a marriage of "convenience." He had been much too old and too involved in his business affairs, and she too heartbroken about Kent's sudden death, to entertain any illusions about romantic love. All Jessica had wanted was a comfortable home and security, and she Was willing to serve as a beautiful wife for Ernest to show off to his friends and business associates in return for a sheltered life of wealth.
Now, during her brief moment of reflection in the high school corridor, she wondered how the strange union survived as long as it did. She and Ernest had both been so involved in their respective clubs and activities that they had barely seen each other, except, of course, for the frequent parties and dinners they hosted in their lovely home. And as for sex, the elderly man had merely been relieved when his beautiful young wife had suggested that she would rather forgo the physical aspects of marriage in memory of her dead first man she still loved with all her heart. Yet, things had gone very smoothly until about three years ago, when Ernest had become interested in sex in a very unexpected way.
Jessica's nose wrinkled in revulsion as she distastefully recalled the first time she became aware of Ernest's new interest in her body. They had been hosting a swimming party for some of his clients and the muggy heat had become unbearable. Abandoning her hostess duties for a moment, Jessica had dived into their huge swimming pool to cool off, only to surface a few moments later, sputtering furiously through the long wet hair she was too angry to toss out of her face. One of Ernest's associates, a paunchy, balding banker from a nearby city, had slyly squeezed her breasts as she had glided by him in the water. Hotly insulted, the lovely blonde had stalked into the house, but a few moments later, Ernest had come gently into her bedroom and smiled down at where she lay sulking on the bed. She could still remember every word of what he had said to her.
"Please, darling, try to be nice," he had beseeched her. "These people are our bread and butter. It wouldn't hurt you to be kind to some of those old men once in a while."
The conciliatory smile on the realtor's face had not masked the true meaning of his statement and Jessica had lain on her bed, staring at the ceiling in horrified disbelief long after he had left the bedroom. She did not return to the party and it was almost two weeks before she and her husband crossed paths again. By that time, the night of a formal dinner party, the astonished young wife had almost convinced herself that he had been merely joking-a strange joke for him, but what else could it be? she had asked herself.
She soon found out.
That night, and at other parties that had followed. Jessica had been forced to use all her wits to keep from disgracing herself by having sexual relations with other men. Ernest's clients, some of them strangers she had never met before, began to pull her into corners, stealing kisses and fondling her body with their pudgy sweaty hands, breathing their foul liquor breath in her face. And always, they had said virtually the same thing . . . "Ernest says he doesn't mind."
They had said other things as well. "It would cinch the deal, baby."
"It would be worth your while to be good to me."
"It would be good for business, sweetheart."
Business! That was what it was all about! Her own husband had been trying to turn her into a common whore for his selfish financial interests.
Too stunned to accept what was right in front of her eyes, Jessica had somehow lived through another three years of the humiliating torture until one night, after a particularly embarrassing evening, she walked out of the nightmare her married life had become. Ernest had not even asked her to return. Between his club meetings and business luncheons, he had found time to discover a replacement for Jessica, another beautiful young girl, one who was willing to do anything for the good life he offered. Jessica had met the future Mrs. Davis in the divorce court and had bitterly wished her luck.
Now that the initial shock of the parting was past, Jessica had to admit that the old man had been generous enough with her, giving her a large settlement of money and even the spacious home they had shared. The new divorcee had angrily accepted both, putting the nest egg in the bank for her old age and the house up to rent. Then she had found a position as a high school English teacher in a far away city, determined to create a new life for herself.. . a normal life like she had not known since Kent had died in a freak accident on the day before they were to be married.
Kent. Even his name filled Jessica with such longing that she had to struggle to hold her emotions in check. Through the chaste years of her marriage to Ernest, the lovely woman had learned to live with her memories, too busy with one activity or another to let herself dwell on the young man who had filled her college years with such happiness before their marriage. Even more important, she had learned how to keep from thinking about the days of absolute bliss she and Kent had shared, when she had begun to change from a girl to a woman, learning the joys and excitement of uninhibited physical love. For there had been so little time, barely a chance for the young Jessica to lose her virginity and her fears before a speeding driver cut Kent down in the street as he was walking from a florist shop with a bouquet of roses for her, a present in honor of their coming marriage.
The dark-slender young man she was to marry had died within hours, but as she stood weeping beside his deathbed, Jessica had sworn that the love in her heart would never die. And, true to her silent vow, the beautiful blonde had almost never felt an attraction for another man. It had been easy after her marriage to Ernest. For ten years, the lonely young woman had seen very few men who were not aging, wrinkled and cynical, the very opposite of her beloved Kent.
All through the school building, the raucous noise of the students' daily stampede for freedom was gradually dwindling and Jessica was just about to gather her books and papers to go home when she noticed that one youngster was still left in the classroom. Her heart began to pound and she felt her throat tighten as she met the eyes of the dark-haired boy who sat in the back of the room.
"Oh, hello, Dave," she managed to say with what she hoped was calm friendliness. "I didn't know you were here. What can I do for you?"
The youngster's eyebrows raised for a moment in surprise, then he looked away from her in shy confusion. He seemed to consider his words for a moment, then visibly gathering his courage, he blurted out, "You said I could come this afternoon for some help, Mrs. Davis."
He paused, reddening with embarrassment, then added, "I told you I don't understand this stuff at all. If you don't want me to come today, that's okay. Maybe I remembered the wrong day or something. It doesn't matter."
Jessica felt her own anxiety fading as the words fell in nervous profusion from the boy's lips. She had noticed early in the school year that the good-looking youngster was painfully shy around girls and his discomfiture made her feel ashamed of her complete absorption in her own feelings. The boy undoubtedly did have a striking resemblance to Kent. Yet, he was a human being in his own right and Jessica again reminded herself not to forget it.
"Forgive me, Dave," she said, softening immediately. "I forgot. Shall we do it tomorrow? I'm really not prepared."
"Sure, Mrs. Davis," the youngster quickly agreed, both relief and disappointment apparent on his face. He hurriedly gathered his books in his arms and rose from his desk. As he moved uncertainly toward where she sat in the front of the room, Jessica saw him blush again.
"I, uh, didn't get much done on those grammar exercises," he haltingly added. "I hope you don't give up on me."
He was standing beside her desk now and the beautiful teacher felt a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach as she looked up into the face of the boy next to her. His eyes were fastened on her face in a puppy-like plea for understanding and in a sudden flash of understanding, she realized that the teenager probably imagined himself in love with her. It was something that often happened with students of his age, she knew.
Somewhere in the back of her mind danger signals were ringing like sirens, but she could not tear her eyes away from the sight of him. The resemblance was just too powerful! His body was long and lanky, slender and yet intoxicatingly masculine, just like Kent's must have been at that age. His face was so smooth and young that she found herself wondering if he were old enough to shave. Yet for this moment, age was the last thing on her mind. She knew that if she reached out right now and drew him closer to her body, he would not say a word, would gladly come wherever she led him and she suddenly realized that her fingers were trembling with the need to touch him.
"No, that's all right, Dave," she said hurriedly. Her hands clenched once again under the desk as she fought to drive away the warm tingling sensations that suddenly seemed to be spreading all over her body. "That's fine, dear, just fine. Now, if you don't mind, I'd like to pack up and go home."
The starry-eyed expression faded from the youngster's face and he recoiled as if struck by her impersonal tone. In another moment, he was gone.
Still quivering with the terrible demands that were wracking her body, Jessica lay her head on the top of her desk and wondered how she was ever going to get through the tutoring session with the boy tomorrow afternoon.
* * *
Jessica awoke with a start. Her head rose from where it had been resting on her folded arms and she was shocked to realize that she had fallen asleep at her desk. The clock beside the classroom door told her that it was well after six o'clock and the waning afternoon sun light filled the air with a soft golden glow. There was not a sound to be heard in the school building and the beautiful woman wondered what could have awakened her so suddenly. By this time of day, she knew, the school should be deserted, and she could barely make out the sound of the football team finishing up their nightly practice.
She rose from her desk, rubbing her eyes, listening. Some nearby sound, faint and unintelligible, had penetrated her sleep-fogged brain and brought her instantly alert. Now, suddenly, she heard it again. Whispering voices were rising from somewhere outside the tightly-closed windows of the classroom. Her heart still beating quickly from the shock of her awakening, she walked quietly to the window and looked outside.
For a moment, she could see nothing in the deepening shadows of the early evening and she carefully scanned the well-tended lawn that filled in the space between the wings of the U-shaped school building. Then, her heart leapt into her throat! There, in the inner corner of the yard, where thick evergreen shrubs rose almost as high as the window of Jessica's classroom, the teacher could see two figures struggling together on the ground almost directly below where she stood.
As her eyes adjusted to the dim light there behind the bushes, Jessica made out the outlines of the two figures, then their faces. They were two of her students, a boy and girl from the class that had left the school almost an hour before. From the girl's raven-dark hair, Jessica knew that she was Angel Barnes, a well-developed little ninth grader who had always seemed a little precocious when it came to sex. Jessica had noticed several times that little Angel's wiggles and smirks seemed to be driving the young men in the classroom to the edge of distraction and the teacher had once thought that the young tease might someday get herself into a situation that she couldn't handle. Jessica felt a flash of fear as she realized that she was watching that very situation right now. Lee Harris, a burly football player from the same class was lying on top of Angel there in the bushes.
The husky ninth grade boy had Angel pinned to the ground and was trying to pry her legs open.
Jessica was frozen into immobility. She almost let out a scream but choked it back into the palm of her hand. It was unbelievable. This was the first time in her life that she had ever witnessed anything like this and she started to shake uncontrollably. The beautiful teacher bit down on the back of her hand to keep from crying out in fright. She was trembling too violently to move away from the window and just stood there helplessly, trying to regain her composure.
She knew that it would probably do no good for her to attempt to help the girl physically. The boy was big enough to overpower both females easily and Jessica wracked her brain to think of another male who might be near enough to help her save the young girl who was being attacked in the shrubbery below. Jessica watched in horror as Angel struggled beneath the boy's powerful young body. Then, suddenly, the girl ceased her desperate writhing and a soft giggle rose from the bushes, breaking the tense silence that filled the evening. Startled and completely bewildered, the lovely teacher strained her eyes and ears to understand what was happening before her.
"You little prick tease," Jessica heard the boy mutter in an angry tone. "Why do you give me so much shit? After all, we're going steady, aren't we?"
The teacher's head whirled in confusion as she heard the girl's soft laughter once again. Then, she watched, horrified, unable to move, as the pretty black-haired teenager slowly began to unbutton the heavy sweater she wore in the brisk autumn evening. Jessica's blue eyes widened in amazement as the girl pulled the sweater open to reveal her bare breasts, wiggling slightly so that the pale brown nipples danced beneath Lee's face.
The shameless exhibition had an obvious effect on the brawny youth and Jessica stiffened as he rolled away from the girl and began to tug wildly at the zipper of his trousers. A moment later, the boy pulled his rigidly erect penis from the tight confinement of his clothing and Jessica stared incredulously at the boyish pole of hard throbbing flesh that stood up against Lee's stomach. Never, in her wildest dreams had she ever imagined she would witness a scene like this and she could do nothing but gape at the spectacle below. She watched, wanting to yell out, to stop them in some way. Yet, she couldn't move. It was too unbelievable, too insane, too embarrassing for her to be able to do anything but watch with astonished eyes.
"Shouldn't you get back to football practice, Lee?" she heard the girl say in a teasing voice. "Coach Gannon may wonder what happened to you."
"Fuck him," the boy growled and fell to the earth beside her.
From where she stood, Jessica could clearly see that the teenager was kissing Angel's lips with his mouth wide open, his hands massaging her bared young breasts, seeking and pinching great handfuls of the girl's willing flesh. Wantonly and lewdly, the girl began to grind her hips up toward the boy's body, spreading her legs to drive her pelvis more and more tightly against the throbbing young boy's penis that was already fully swollen and hard outside Lee's opened trousers.
"Eat me, Lee," Jessica heard the girl softly moan. The teacher watched in disbelieving astonishment as Angel pushed the boy's face away from her own. "Eat my pussy, honey, and I'll suck your cock. God, how I love to do that!"
At the sound of the pretty young girl's pleading words, Jessica recoiled in revulsion, her breath catching in her throat. Had she heard correctly? she wondered. Dear God, were these two youngsters actually going to do something as filthy and unthinkable as . . . as . . . ? The frightened teacher could barely bring herself to think the words she had just overheard. These things were perversions, sick things that no one but filthy old men or whores ever practiced.
As the panting boy grunted his agreement to Angel's proposal, Jessica unconsciously moved closer to the window, unable to take her eyes from the lewd scene before her. Her face was frozen into an expression of horrified fascination and a tightening sensation had caught at the pit of her stomach. In the fading afternoon sunlight, she stood mesmerized by the sight of Lee sliding down the brunette's body, running his lips and tongue moistly over the naked flesh beneath the girl's open sweater. The boy paused to suck the nipples of Angel's young, firmly heaving breasts into quivering hardness, then he jerked his muscular body down over her lower body, brutally shoving the girl's short wool skirt up around her hips. As the teenaged girl began to murmur words, words broken and swallowed with passion, Jessica found herself listening, unable to move now for fear of being seen by the aroused couple.
The beautiful teacher leaned forward, gripping the window sill until her knuckles were white and her hands ached. She watched as if hypnotized as the boy anxiously pulled the teenaged girl's panties down over her legs and tossed them away. For a moment, Jessica considered walking away from the lewd exhibition, but she couldn't. She had to look! The obscene spectacle was mesmerizing her. Her mind struggled with her body, but it was an unequal battle.
To watch these two youngsters, two children she knew and taught every day in school, was more sick and depraved than anything she had ever done.
She knew she should try to sneak away from the window and yet. . . and yet, she had never seen, or even imagined anything like this before and she was completely caught up in the evil fascination of the sight before her. Lee had placed himself in position over the girl's excitedly heaving belly and now his face hung within inches of the soft furry pubic mound between Angel's thighs. The pretty brunette's mouth hung open in ecstatic rapture, her glassy, lust-smoked eyes staring up into nothingness. The boy's hand pressed down onto the smooth flat plane of the teenaged girl's stomach and his thumbs slowly moved down onto the fleshy outer flanges of her vaginal lips. Jessica sucked in her breath with a gasp as his fingers massaged for a moment, then pulled outward slowly, parting the soft dark pubic hair to expose the moist red slit of Angel's vagina. The dainty bud of her clitoris was clearly visible throbbing into hardness just above the stretched elastic opening of her cuntal entrance.
Lee's head dropped, his long wet tongue snaking out to flick teasingly at the quivering little nub at the top of the gleaming slit of the teenaged girl's vagina. Angel's body jerked as the contact was made and her plump girlish legs clamped tightly together around the boy's head, the soft inner thighs imprisoning his ears in a vice-like grip. Her hips began a gentle up and down movement on the hard earth in rhythm to the probing of Lee's slavering tongue. Soft mewls of animal pleasure rose from between her clenched teeth. The girl was caught up in a mindless fit of uncontrolled lust and her upper torso writhed like a belly dancer's back-down to the dry autumn leaves on the ground.
Jessica's mouth gaped in disbelief as she watched young Angel, her legs spread wide in grateful acceptance, twisting lustfully to the depraved licking and sucking of her loins. The horrible scene before her was beyond her comprehension. For a moment, she tried to clear her head, to think straight in spite of the strange excitement she felt surging through her own veins at the sight of the youthful debauchery before her. From somewhere in her brain came the thought that she should somehow intervene and put an end to the youngsters' wanton exhibition. Should she scream, or run outside and tear them apart? My God, she'd never even imagined such a spectacle of sheer, unadulterated lust. . .
"Harder, baby, suck harder," she heard the girl whisper. "Ooooooh, yessss lick right up the middle of the split. . . oooooh . . . that's right. Ohhhhh!"
No, no, she should stay out of it, Jessica reasoned vaguely. It was none of her affair.
Something within her again began advising her that she should turn away and leave before her students or someone else saw her watching them. But the salacious sight and sounds had temporarily hypnotized her. She had never imagined what it would be like watching two sexually aroused people making love and suddenly she found it was affecting her in a way she had never dreamed. Instead of complete disgust, she now felt an unexpected dreamy quivering deep between her own thighs. Perspiration began to lightly bead her forehead as she watched Lee's head wagging and bobbing furiously over the girl's loins, vile wet sucking noises rising above to assault the beautiful teacher's ears.
"Aaaaaaghgh!" the girl cried softly, raising a rash of goose bumps across Jessica's flesh. Beneath her knit dress, the teacher's own full breasts were beginning to rise and fall heavily, making the nipples distend against the sheer netting of her bra. She could see Lee's tongue once more, working in animal-like subjugation at the widespread tightness of the girl's cunt and she could see the lustful contortions of Angel's face above the white mounds of her dancing breasts.
CHAPTER TWO
Through her own mounting excitement, Jessica dimly wondered if she had ever looked like Angel, if she had ever felt so gloriously aroused that she no longer cared how she looked or what she said. It had been more than twelve years since Kent's death and by now, sexual excitement seemed almost foreign to the beautiful blonde. Yet, throughout the lonely years, there had been occasional nights when she lay in bed, unable to rid her mind of the memories of the passionate times she had spent with her young lover before his death. Was all that beautiful physical joy lost to her forever? She wistfully wondered. Wasn't there a man anywhere who could take Kent's place?
As quickly as she thought the silent question, an answer presented itself in Jessica's mind. There was someone else, someone who looked and acted so much like the youthful lover she remembered that she felt a startling thrill of excitement at the very thought of him. Dave Sommers, the slender, dark-haired boy who stared so shyly up at her all through the last-period English class. Instinctively Jessica sensed that this sixteen year-old lad could fill the terrible gap in her life, could make her feel like a woman again. Could it really happen? "No!"
The tall, blonde woman jumped at the sound of her own voice, then stood stiffly still as she saw the couple on the ground below the window stop their writhing at the sudden noise. Doubly frightened by her own forbidden thoughts and the fear of discovery by the youngsters below, she held her breath and prayed for invisibility in the shadowy dusk. A soft sigh of relief passed her lips as she saw the boy's face again press down to the dark crevice between Angel's thighs.
Now was the time to leave, she knew. But it was already too late for her to wrench her attention away from the lewdly stimulating spectacle before her. Her own mouth was hot and dry and the evil thoughts in her mind caused a strangely delightful prickling sensation between her thighs. Staring in mindless fascination at the two youngsters writhing hotly together on the hard ground, she unconsciously reached down and began to sensuously stroke her pubic mound.
Never before in her life had Jessica experienced such an overpowering sense of helpless fascination. Her full breasts had begun to throb with an excitement all their own and, against her will, she found herself thinking of her young student, Dave, and the longing way he had looked at her when he had stood so close to her desk earlier this afternoon. If only she had reached out and touched him. She knew she would not hesitate if he were here right now. . . right now at this moment . . .
"Oh, oooooh, baby! I'm cummmmming! Oh, yessss, I'm cummmminnnnng!" the brunette below suddenly gasped, her voice crooning off into a weird little wail as she choked and sputtered under the force of her cresting passion.
Then, the boy named Lee, his face glistening with the warm, milky fluids of Angel's orgasm, lowered her legs and was raising himself over her body to kneel in front of the girl's face. Jessica saw that his fly was open and his long, rigid young cock stood out in the air like a hard fleshy pole. He had his hand around it, rubbing the glistening head softly against the ninth grade girl's slightly parted lips. She saw the girl's face come forward eagerly as the youth thrust his hips at her, sliding the huge head deep within the openly absorbing confines of her warm, wet mouth as he tangled his fingers in her curly raven hair and she began a slow, greedy little sucking motion. Jessica could clearly see the tiny ridges of soft pink flesh pulling from her widely ovaled lips as he drew back and then once again disappeared inside, sliding the rock-hard weapon deep down into her hungrily sucking throat.
The teacher watched transfixed as he commenced a rhythmic back and forth motion, his trouser-clad buttocks sliding over the teenaged girl's bared chest as he moved, never quite drawing the fleshy member out all the way, but leaving its tip just inside the warm moistness of her lips.
Then, the girl reached around his hips, grasping them tightly to pull the youthful prick even further into her mouth until it seemed as though she would surely choke from the thick muscular length ramming into her throat. But she still sucked voraciously at the now-pistoning cock, and in the soft twilight, it appeared to Jessica as a thick, wet, glistening tree-trunk of flesh, moving methodically in and out of her hungrily nibbling lips. Again, Jessica heard the little mewls and groans of pleasure. The beautiful teacher could feel sweat flowing freely on her body now, beneath her silken brassiere and panties, making her want to tear the clothes away from her body. Down between her tightly-clenched thighs, her own pussy was tingling, tingling in a strange way she barely remembered from years long ago.
She did not understand, could not even try to comprehend the various forces that were at work on her helpless body. She was in almost a hypnotized state now, beyond all logical rationality, transfixed by what she heard and saw, aroused by her own thoughts. Her left hand left the windowsill and began to slide down along her body, down the flat plane of her stomach to rest on her own pubic mound, rubbing back and forth through the thin layers of her clothes that covered her secret genitals. She could feel dampness warmly on her inner thighs, flowing from her inflamed pussy. Her right hand came up to squeeze one of her breasts, to feel the turgid nipple stiff as a button beneath her knit dress. Jessica's eyelids closed as her hand began to gather up her dress, bunching the folds as she drew it further and further along her firm, full thighs, exposing the whiteness of her flesh higher and higher until the silky fabric of her panties was beneath her hand. Holding the dress in thick creases around her full-rounded hips, Jessica lowered her right hand to the hidden area between her legs.
Lost in the sensual glow of the moment, the lovely woman allowed her fingers to trace a path up and down the smooth damp nylon band that covered her moistly throbbing cuntal slit, feeling the outline of the fleshy, hair-lined lips of her own pussy through the thinly protective fabric. Knowing what she was doing was wrong, was evil, she slowly wormed her middle finger under the tight elastic leg band of her passion soaked panties and slid her wet finger along her cunt lips, finding her clitoris, teasing the erect member with her fingernail until she felt strange little waves of all-consuming pleasure ripple through her. Stifling a gasp of pleasure, she moved the finger back, insinuating it into the heated tightness of her vaginal mouth, working it in and out, in and out, with her thumb playing madly over her clitoris.
"I. . . want.. . to . . . fuck you . . . now," she vaguely heard Lee's voice gasp in frenzied lust. "I want.. . to put it. . . in your cunt. . . now, sweetheart!"
Yes, oh, yes, Dave, Jessica silently mouthed, not even thinking of what she was saying. Now, darling, please do it now! she wordlessly cried, caught up in the frenzy of the moment. Her eyes were tightly closed, her mind filled with the lurid picture of what was transpiring below her classroom window.
"Yes! God, yes!" Angel cried softly. "Give it to me, baby. I want your big, beautiful prick all the way up inside of me, touching all the way to the bottom of my hot little pussy!"
Jessica, her skirt bunched up over her hips now, moved her legs apart on the schoolroom floor, letting her whitely gleaming thighs fall open. She put one foot up on the shelf of the bookcase below the windowsill and the shock of the cool autumn air wafting over her nakedly steaming cunt lips gave her a new shudder of ecstasy. In her mind, it was she and young Dave, not Lee and Angel lying outside behind the bushes and her body heaved and jerked in time to her own hotly whipping fingers. As she ground her middle finger deep around in her greedily-clenching vaginal channel, she teased at the erect bud of her clitoris with her thumb, half-opening her eyes to stare at the writhing couple below.
Then, afraid to pause as her excitement rose, Jessica hungrily thrust another finger through the softly curling strands of her pubic hair and up past the rosy lips of her starving cuntal opening, widening the narrow slit as she carefully rotated the inserted fingers with deliberate care. During the many lonely years, she had learned how to quickly bring her body to the necessary peak of excitement and now. in a frenzy of mounting lust, she heaved her hips forward to meet each plunging stroke of her fingers.
Disconnected images of a faceless dark-haired youth touching her naked body and fucking crazily into her with his boyish rock-hard penis flashed incoherently through her mind as she wriggled madly against her greedily working hand. The boldness of her thoughts shocked her and yet, the very outrageousness of her ideas stimulated her even more.
Her lovely face contorted with the effort of her frantic manipulation as she strove desperately to reach the pinnacle of lust. She had been guiltily fingering herself for years and yet, somehow, never before had she felt this urgency, this driving need to be relieved of the sexual tension within her. Oh, God, if only Kent were still alive! If only she could find someone like him! The two slim fingers were no longer enough to satisfy her and with a throaty animal-like groan, Jessica jammed another finger into the depths of her ravenously hungry pussy, wantonly gyrating her hips before her pounding hand in a near agony of desire as her unthinking passion built to almost unbearable heights.
"Oh, oh, yes, yessss," came the guttural sounds up from the bushes outside.
Suddenly the picture in her mind began to change and the boy in her lusting dreams was no longer faceless. Where she had always imagined
Kent, her slim dark-haired lover, driving his young, hard penis into her own insanely writhing body, another face appeared. It was not Kent, but that boy, Dave!
Her eyes closed tightly in rapture as she imagined the slim, smooth hips of the dark-haired student pounding against her body where her own palm now slammed shamelessly against her heaving loins each time she drove her fingers deeper and deeper into her insatiable pussy. Panting with desire, she feverishly pinched and teased at the tiny bud of her sex while her clenching buttocks danced insanely to the savage rhythm of her burrowing fingers.
Hoarse moans of animal pleasure rose from the depths of her throat as she finger-fucked herself with a more rapid rhythm, straining for a climax, her pelvis lunging forward to bury the invading fingers deep into the tight wet opening of her vagina. Her long, shining hair danced around her shoulders as her head lolled from side to side while she tried and tried to bring herself to an orgasm. She hovered for what seemed like centuries on the edge of a climax and she put both her hands over her cunt, massaging and fingering herself with all her strength, gasping for the release that was so close. Then, suddenly, as she heard the muffled sobbing moans of orgasm from outside the classroom window, she finally achieved the longed-for peak of sensation. She strained and straightened her knees in sudden convulsion, trapping her hands tightly between her quivering thighs. Her body bent in a spasmodic arch and she grasped the bone front of her pelvis and squeezed, squeezed until her entire body shuddered from the effort . . . then suddenly, she collapsed and, breathing raggedly, slid into a chair of one of the student desks.
She could still hear small, heavily breathing sounds outside, but they were sounds of contentment, no longer of passion. Exhausted, Jessica wearily dragged herself to her feet and slowly rearranged her clothing. A soft moan fell from her lips as a trembling rush of shame suddenly enveloped her. How many times had she sworn to control these terrible, debasing moments of sexual need? she angrily demanded of herself. And how many times had she succumbed, like this afternoon, acting like a wild animal, a mindless rutting bitch in heat? Furiously, she reached under her dress to adjust the crotch band of her twisted panties, heedless of the sharp biting pain as the elastic leg band pulled at the short curly pubic hairs that framed her now wetly flooded vagina.
As she heard the soft intimate whispers of the couple outside her classroom window, Jessica had a sudden premonition that filled her with an unshakable feeling of dread.
After all these years of restraining and deliberately denying the female sexuality that was in her nature as a mature beautiful woman, she knew that something had snapped inside her today. When she had innocently accepted the position of a high school teacher, she had unwittingly led herself into a situation that would change her life forever. Today, for some reason she might never fully understand, she had begun to lose control of her body and emotions in a way that made her forget the things she knew were right and proper.
The sound of the bushes rustling outside drifted through the classroom window and the sudden noise of the two students' loud laughter as they walked across the yard snapped Jessica out of her dark mood. Grimacing slightly at the strange feeling of foreboding that was already passing out of her mind, the lovely fair-haired teacher deliberately squared her shoulders and turned away from the sight of green lawn outside the school. It had just been a moment of weakness, she mentally decided, it could happen to anyone. But, as she gathered up her books and papers from her desk, she silently added the self-warning: Don't let it happen again, ever! She knew she would have to learn how to control her body if she wanted to keep her new life the way she wanted it, independent and free of guilt and fear.
Somehow strengthened by her resolution, the lovely woman patted her long, golden hair into place and strode confidently from the classroom into the silent corridor. Her footsteps echoed hollowly in the deserted hallway as she turned the corner toward the building's front entrance and she vaguely wondered if anyone were still in the school. As if in answer to her thoughts, a soft breathy voice sounded in the stillness.
"Mrs. Davis, stop a moment," it called gently. "I haven't had a chance to talk to you in ages."
Startled, Jessica halted in her tracks and peered in the doorway of the classroom she was passing. In the dim twilight gloom, she saw the faint sparkle of glass beakers and bottles. A slight movement in the room brought her eyes to a wiry, dark-haired man sitting on a table in the midst of the scientific paraphernalia.
"Oh, Mr. Tighe, hello," she gasped, a little relieved to find that the face was familiar. Then, with a charming smile, she added, "I didn't know that Biology teachers worked late too. What are you doing here at this hour, conducting experiments?"
The middle-aged man's ironic smile widened as he hopped down from his work table. "Call me
Rob, my dear. The last of the students have left, I believe," he said as he switched on the room's overhead lights. "By the way, what have you been teaching those ninth grade students in your class? It seems to be affecting them quite a bit."
"Why?" the lovely blonde-haired woman said proudly as she stepped into the chemistry classroom.
The small man shot her a quizzical look, then pensively folded his hands over his slight paunch. "Well, that wasn't exactly what I meant," he said after a moment. "I was speaking more about their after-school activities . . . right below my window, just a moment ago. I thought you might have been telling them dirty stories but now . . . "
He paused for a moment and Jessica was uncomfortably aware of a sly gleam in the older man's eyes as he studied her face. Almost against her will, her gaze moved to the bank of windows behind the slight-built little man and she fought to restrain a gasp of horror as she realized that the outer wall of this room met the wall of her own classroom to form the inner corner of the building. He had seen Angel and Lee on the ground below! Had he also seen her as she watched them?
"But now," he mockingly went on, his gaze lowering to take in the full, generous contours of her lush body. "I see that you didn't have to say anything at all. Just the sight of you is inspiration enough."
"Th-ank you," Jessica stammered as the blood drained from her face. "I saw them t-too. But, certainly I had nothing to do with what.. . what they were doing." Her eyes desperately searched the middle-aged man's face for some clue to his inner thoughts. "I-I mean I don't.. . I never.. . "
"Never what, Mrs. Davis?" he said, his high breathy voice cruelly demanding.
The beautiful teacher made a determined effort to hide her fear. In as dignified a tone as she could manage at that moment, she replied, "Personally, I think they're both much too young for that sort of thing. As a matter-of-fact, I was just on my way outside to send them home."
"You're a little late, aren't you?" he commented pointedly. His grimchanged to a knowing smirk as he added, "But then, I'm sure you had other, personal things to finish before you left the school room . . . woman stuff, hmmmm?"
Trembling, uncontrollably, Jessica stared at the smug little man with a mixture of fear and fury in her expression. Struggling to control her emotions, she decided to somehow bluff her way through the humiliating accusation in the man's face.
"Yes, I was involved with something more important," she said icily with forced calmness.
"And besides, I try not to make a practice of spying on other people's personal affairs. Have you reached the age where you find more pleasure in watching, Mr. Tighe?"
She saw that her verbal thrust had taken the chemistry teacher aback and, before he could find an answer, Jessica whirled and ran from the classroom and the school building. As the heavy door of the school clanged shut behind her, the lovely woman heard Rob Tighe's reply to her jibe.
All the way to the teacher's parking lot and on the short drive home, the sound kept ringing in her ears.. . a high-pitched giggling laughter that somehow sounded more threatening than amused to the frightened teacher.
* * *
Jessica stood by the blackboard, nodding encouragement as one of her pupils laboriously analyzed a sentence before the rest of the class. The day had gone well, so well, in fact, that she could barely believe that only yesterday she had been so full of anxieties and doubts about herself. The lovely teacher felt as though a weight had been lifted from her, and in a way, it had. Yesterday, when she had arrived back at the tiny apartment she had rented in the city near the suburban school, she had felt like running away from the high school, the apartment, away from everything in her new life, even if it meant going back to Ernest on her knees.
Searching for any means to ease her burden of guilt and fear, she had deliberately stopped up the drain in her kitchen sink, then called a plumber. As she had hoped, the man had promised to come the next afternoon, about the time she arrived home from school. It was a silly ploy, she knew, but at least, for one more day, she would have an excuse to postpone young Dave's after-school tutoring session. And with one day of grace, she hoped that she would be able to calm down enough to be able to handle her feelings for the boy when she could no longer avoid being alone with him in the school room after everyone else left.
"That's marvelous, Bill, absolutely right," Jessica smiled at the chubby red-haired boy who had just finished the sentence on the blackboard. Turning to the rest of the class, she happily announced, "I think we've just about got that down now. Shall we go on to something new today?"
For a change, most of the students nodded agreement. There was one exception-the tall, slender boy in the back of the class whose young brow was wrinkled in a desperate, but futile, effort to comprehend everything that was being discussed. Jessica's spirits were so high today that she felt no fear at doing what any good teacher would do with a student like this.
"All right, Dave, why don't you come up to the board now and we'll work one out together," she graciously invited the dark-haired boy.
The youngster's eyes flashed in fear and he hesitated for a moment, obviously afraid that he would be humiliated by his ignorance in front of his classmates. Just then, the husky dark-haired boy sitting beside him, the same youth Jessica had seen in the bushes yesterday afternoon, patted Dave on the shoulder and whispered the words of encouragement he needed to start him moving toward the front of the classroom.
Jessica was startled for a moment. She hadn't known that Dave and Lee were good friends. If she had been aware of their friendship, she might have felt differently about what she had seen yesterday. Quickly, she shrugged away the provocative train of thought. What difference does it make? she angrily asked herself. It's over. Forget it!
Using all her strength of will, she forced herself to view the slim frightened boy who was now standing beside her just like any other youngster who didn't quite understand the complexities of grammar. To her surprise it was not difficult, and it became easier as she started talking.
"Now, Dave, let's get down to basics," she briskly began, writing on the blackboard as she talked. After a few tries at analyzing the sentence, with a sinking heart, Jessica once again realized what she had known all along: Dave would never catch up with the rest of the class if she didn't give him some private instruction.
"I hear you're very good in debate, Dave," the beautiful teacher chuckled. "But that kind of argument just doesn't hold up in grammar. This afternoon, for sure, well get you straightened out, okay?"
Far from appearing embarrassed by his mistake in front of the class, the boy seemed relieved that at last he would be able to understand the complexities of the grammar course. Jessica remembered the other teachers telling her about Dave's unbelievable aptitude for art and music and she felt gratified that the youngster was so willing to learn a subject far from his natural talents. With a friendly smile, she motioned for him to return to his seat, then noticed that the rest of the students were all looking rather smug with themselves.
"Listen," she teased them. "You may be able to understand all this, but there are very few artistic geniuses who don't have a mental block against the more mechanical side of things. And from what I hear, we may have a budding Bach-Monet among us."
The others laughed as she had hoped they would and Dave blushed deeply, but looked very pleased with the compliment. Satisfied that she had repaired whatever psychological damage the boy might have suffered by exposing his lack of understanding to the rest of the class, she again returned to the lesson.
It was not until the class period had ended that Jessica realized what she had promised Dave. As the youngsters filtered out of the classroom, the sound of the last bell still echoing in the crowded hallways, the beautiful teacher remembered that she had told the dark-haired youngster that she would definitely give him time that afternoon.
The old fear and trembling excitement began to rise in her again and she wondered how she could see Dave and meet the plumber at the same time. The answer was obvious. She would simply have to take the boy home with Her. Then, even if she did start to lose control of herself again, the plumber would be there to act as a sort of "chaperone." The idea of a plumber acting as a watchdog over her private life amused Jessica and she was grinning as Dave walked up to her desk in the now empty room.
"A man's coming to fix my kitchen sink this afternoon," she explained, gathering up her books and papers as she spoke. "Would you mind coming home with me? I'll drive you back to your house after we finish, if that's no trouble for you."
"That's fine, Mrs. Davis," the boy answered shyly. But his eyes' said more, that he would willingly follow her anywhere, if she asked.
Almost against her will, Jessica felt a little thrill of excitement at the expression of undisguised adolescent love in the youngster's face. He was so sensitive, so sweet.. . so very, very much like her Kent.
* * *
"Is that your telephone, Mrs. Davis?" Dave asked uncertainly as Jessica fumbled through her handbag for the key to her apartment door.
The lovely blonde pulled the key ring out of her purse, then stood still for a moment in the brightly lit hallway of her apartment building, trying to judge the distance of the faint, but insistent ringing that was coming from some place nearby.
"I think it is, but who could be calling me here?" she wondered aloud as she hurriedly fitted the key to the lock and pushed open the wooden door. Not waiting for any reply, she tossed her load of books and papers on the chair in the hallway and rushed into the living room where the telephone was still jangling.
The boy came slowly behind her, pausing to conscientiously remove the key she had left in the door and place it on the chair with her school books. Jessica saw that he was waiting patiently in the hallway, not wanting to intrude on a private conversation and she smiled and beckoned him inside.
"I don't know who it is," she whispered over the receiver. "Some woman . . . she said to wait. I can't understand it. I have an unlisted number."
She saw some of the nervousness disappear from the tall, slender youngster's face and was glad she had decided to act friendly with him. Even though she was thirty-five now, Jessica could still recall the anxiety she and other youngsters had felt in high school at the idea of being alone with a teacher. After all, with the plumber coming soon, she knew there was no risk of this afternoon's session with
A the shy, good-looking boy turning into any more dangerous than the beginning of a charming friendship. She flashed a conspiratorial smile at Dave and then, as a voice sounded at the other end of the telephone line, her expression suddenly changed.
"Mr. Giani, you promised you'd be here at four-thirty. Today!" she cried into the receiver after a moment. "I asked you yesterday and you said yes, definitely!"
She listened for another few minutes, her lovely face darkening with angry dismay, then interrupted the speaker. "Forget it, Mr. Giani. I'll find another plumber!"
As she furiously slammed the receiver back onto its cradle, Jessica saw that Dave's smile had faded as well and his handsome face now wore an expression of anxiety. "Don't worry, Mrs. Davis," he said quickly with an embarrassed smile. "If it's not too difficult, I can probably fix your sink. I help my mother with stuff like that all the time."
"Well . . . well, all right, Dave," the beautiful teacher finally said lamely, flushing pink as she realized that the innocent youth had no idea of the real reason for her distress. The plumber had broken his appointment to come that afternoon and now there would be no one with them in the apartment. . . nothing to stand in their way if she should weaken in her resolve to control her wayward emotions. Already she felt the heat of the odd fascination rising in her loins once again. But now there was just the two of them, alone in her tiny apartment, and it was double powerful. Her mind cast about frantically as she tried to think of some way to distract herself from the hot demanding sensations that suddenly seemed to be throbbing deep in her belly.
"Uh, Mrs. Davis, where's your kitchen? . . . " the slim dark-haired youngster finally prompted her,' obviously confused by her lengthy silence.
"Oh, I'm sorry, Dave. I must have been thinking too hard. It's in here," Jessica breathlessly managed, leading the way to the back of the apartment. She wondered excitedly how long she would be able to spend with the beautiful boy before she would have to take him home to his family. This might be the only time she would ever have him all to herself, and Jessica vowed to make the best of it, if only because the youngster reminded her so much of her dead love.
"I don't know anything about these things, Dave, but I think something's caught in the drain," she explained with a sweet, helpless smile as the boy entered the tiny kitchenette behind her. "Can you fix it?"
"Oh, that's easy," the boy smiled with relief. "Do you have any lye?"
"I.. . think so," Jessica murmured, hoping her suddenly all-consuming excitement was not revealed in her voice. As the boy edged into the tiny cramped kitchen beside her, she could feel the warm closeness of his young body and could sense his charming uncertainty at being so near to his lovely teacher. Trying desperately to stifle the strange nervousness she felt building within her, she pulled the lye tin from a shelf in one of the kitchen cupboards, then moved closer to the boy to watch the operation at the sink. Her mind tried to call out a warning as her arm brushed softly against his cotton shirt, but the purely physical sensations of her flesh against his warm clothing overrode the signal for caution.
CHAPTER THREE
"I heard that this is your first year as a teacher, Mrs. Davis," the boy began, obviously self-conscious about his effort at conversation. "I don't know why you came to Carlton. I guess it's pretty boring for a . . . a sophisticated person like you. I mean," he went on hesitantly, staring down at the can in his hand, "well, most of us are really glad you're teaching us instead of the mean old woman they had last year."
A tremor of excitement ran through Jessica. She had not said a word to disclose her true feelings toward Dave and here he was already, telling her that she was well-liked among the students-including himself! Her throat constricted tightly as she realized that the sixteen year-old youngster was staring surreptitiously at the bulge of her full-rounded breasts against the sweater she had worn that day. Secretly pleased, she stretched to reach up over the sink for two glasses on the drain board above, knowing that her high, proud breasts would strain even more tightly against the wool knit as she moved.
"Would you like a drink, Dave?" she inquired softly, her white teeth sparkling as she flashed him a coy smile. "I haven't got any soft drinks, but I could make you a very weak Scotch and soda?"
"Wow, I don't know," the handsome youngster hesitated, then gave into the temptation with a quick nod. "Okay, but don't ever tell my mother! She'd have us both run out of town."
"Good, I'll have one too," Jessica Davis said with a happy little laugh at the sudden feeling of camaraderie that had sprung up between her and her young pupil. "I'll make them in the parlor. Come back in when you think you've got that thing under control."
The beautiful blonde smiled to herself as she strolled back into the apartment's living room and opened the liquor cabinet. She felt almost wicked giving the youngster an alcoholic beverage and yet she knew that there was nothing really wrong with what she was doing. After all, if adults could drink, there was certainly no harm in giving Dave a very weak Scotch, just to calm him down, she thought. Her mind lingered on the memory of how the perspiration had begun to bead on the boy's brow when she had stood so close to him as he poured the lye crystals down into the drain of the sink. At least it was heartening to know that Dave had the same sort of human impulses as she herself. Now, she decided, they would get right down to work, as soon as they finished their drinks.
"I think it'll be okay," Dave announced confidently as he walked back into the living room. "Just flush it out with cold water in about an hour."
"Oh, thank you, Dave. Sit down now and rest," Jessica said with a little tinkling laugh. "I certainly didn't intend for you to be doing odd jobs around the house when I asked you to come home with me."
She watched him settle his slender boyish form down on the couch, then walked across the room with the two tumblers of amber liquid in her hands. As he watched her curvaceous body glide gracefully across the carpet, Dave's tongue swiped nervously at his upper lip. Jessica knew that he could not help staring at her beautiful body and she smiled with pleasure as she held out one of the brimful glasses to him.
"Here, I'll just sit down with you for a moment and then we'll get down to our grammar," she said lightly as she sat down beside him on the big, overstuffed couch. The lovely teacher was not nearly as calm as she looked.
In fact, Jessica was fighting with all her strength to overcome the maddening temptation to reach out and touch Dave's face. Only sixteen years old, she marveled mentally, and yet so unbelievably masculine. She studied the smooth innocent features of the boy as he sipped at the weak drink she had poured him, then she took a deep swallow of the much stronger mixture she had made for herself.
In her mind, she felt she would need this drink to make it through an afternoon alone with the boy. Perhaps the alcohol would make her forget the throbbing heat in the center of her loins and the dampness up between her thighs, her body's protest to the fact that it had not known a man in more than fifteen years. It was more than she could believe that Dave was less than half her own age, that he had probably not yet begun to shave. Her eyes lovingly traced the firm, youthful contours of his face, so like Kent's and then suddenly realized that the youngster was averting his eyes from her penetrating stare. Feeling instantly contrite for embarrassing him, the beautiful blonde instantly looked away and searched her mind for some words of explanation. As she took another large gulp of her powerful drink, the alcohol gave her the courage to speak the truth.
"Dave, you'll have to excuse me for staring at you like that," she apologized softly, looking up to gaze sincerely into his liquid brown eyes. "It's just that you look very much like someone I loved very much once . . . and you are very handsome."
As soon as the words had left her lips, Jessica was afraid that the boy might misunderstand her.. . or worse, become afraid and leave the apartment. But to her delight, she saw his expression light up with joy. As his eyes met hers, she saw naked adulation shining from them and she instinctively leaned closer to the handsome youngster.
"I. . . I don't know how to tell you what I'm thinking, Mrs. Davis," the boy said haltingly, his gaze falling to rest on the full, fleshy mounds of her breasts that jutted out over the tiny wisp of her girlish waist. As Jessica's breath quickened with excitement, her chest rose and fell with increasing speed until it began to appear that the twin globes might tear through the loose fabric of her sweater. Dave's brow furrowed as though he were searching for the right words to explain his thoughts to the beautiful older woman and then he looked up at her with an innocent warmth that made Jessica's heart beat with wild excitement.
"I think," he began slowly, "that you're the most beautiful person in the whole world and I really hope that you like me too. Because I like you an awful lot."
In the endless years since her beloved Kent had died, Jessica had heard almost the same statement from virtually dozens of older men, but never before had the words affected her so powerfully. For some reason she didn't even try to explain to herself, she let her gaze drop down to the crotch of Dave's trousers and the sight that met her eyes filled her with a sudden arousal that both excited and terrified her. For straining and throbbing against the crisp, clean fabric of the boy's pants, the older woman could clearly see a stiff, slender bulge, pressing upward and outward, and she had to intertwine her own fingers tightly together to resist the impulse to reach out and touch the rising young flesh.
"That's good, Dave," she said breathlessly, "I like you too."
On a sudden impulse, Jessica reached out to place her cool fingers on the smooth young hand that rested on the couch between them. She could feel the inflamed center of her femaleness tingling in almost violently passionate answer to the vision of Dave's swelling young penis under his trousers. She was aware of her vaginal slit throbbing madly against the thin filmy fabric of her panties, and her nipples were growing button-hard and chafed against the inner material of her brassiere as her full curving breasts heaved higher and became swollen with the pulsing torment of her growing excitement.
She felt the boy's gaze lingering hotly on her curvaceous body and Jessica struggled against the impulse to reach up under her skirt and rub the fleshy throbbing ridges of her pussy to relieve the agonizing tingling. She knew that she was not experiencing the kind of honest, forthright sexual arousal she had never had with a man since Kent's death. Her husband and all the other men she had known in the past years had been all wrong, selfish and uncaring. And their flabby, aging bodies had disgusted her. But now, with the sweet, eager teenaged boy sitting next to her on her couch, she wished desperately that she could simply be honest and tell him that she wanted him to come closer. That she really wanted to feel him fill her aching empty vagina with his vibrant young penis so that they could both enjoy each other to the fullest. This moment was like a dream come true and her excited, alcohol-dimmed mind could not quite comprehend the necessity to restrain herself. Why should she feel guilty, she wondered mentally, if the handsome youngster made her breasts and pussy hunger for his touch? Why, after all these years of loneliness, should she have to deny herself the one male who filled her with such violent arousal?
"Mrs. Davis, do you think we should start on the grammar now?" the boy's anxious voice broke into her thoughts. "I.. . I have to be home in about an hour." Dave nervously swallowed the last of his drink and peered anxiously over the rim of his glass at the beautiful teacher. "I hope I didn't make you angry with what I said before."
Jessica sipped thoughtfully at her Scotch and watched him shifting uncertainly on the edge of the couch cushions. Though she was sure that Dave would wordlessly settle down to the English studies if she asked, the beautiful teacher could feel her student's eyes burning into her body. He was staring wonderingly at her full-rounded female curves, not like an innocent teenaged boy, but as an adult man would stare at a woman whose beauty arouses his natural impulses to boldness.
"Let's . . . let's w-wait just a moment more," Jessica weakly suggested, her pointed pink tongue moistening her lips as her eyes once again met the sight of the youngster's throbbing member pulsing outward against his straining trousers.
The lovely blonde was visibly trembling now from the force of the delicious erotic sensations rippling through every nerve in her body. She was unable to think clearly as she saw the boy's brown eyes feasting boldly on her ripe feminine charms, openly staring at her high plush bosom, then gazing downward to take in the inviting curves of her buttocks and thighs. Jessica felt almost drugged by the very closeness of Dave's lithe young body and she barely cared anymore whether or not the youth could see her reaction to his presence. At that moment, she was certain of nothing in the world but the blazing currents of sexual feeling that were beginning to leap between their bodies like electrical sparks.
Some part of Jessica's mind was still aware enough to cry out warning signals to her awakening flesh, but she listened to her own conscience without interest. It was already too late to control the passion blazing like a forest fire through her starving vagina and breasts and Jessica heard a voice she barely recognized as her own softly whisper to the boy beside her on the couch, "Tell me, Dave. Do you really like me as much as Hike you?"
The dark-haired youngster stared at her in confused astonishment for a full minute before a strange hopeful smile spread slowly over his handsome face, both fear and youthful desire showing clearly in his expression.
"Do you, Dave?" Jessica gently insisted. "Are you enough of a man to know what I mean?"
The beautiful teacher suddenly knew exactly what she was doing and no longer cared about the consequences. Carefully and deliberately, she was teasing the youngster into an agony of confusion and frustration, following some long-buried instinct in her female mind that she drive the handsome boy past the point of no return. Her gaze fell again to his trousers and paused a moment on the dark spot of moisture that had appeared around his hard young cock, then her eyes ran over the rest of his slim youthful form, coming to rest at last on his face and the wide brown eyes alight with newly-discovered passion.
"Oh, Mrs. Davis, I don't know.. . I don't know . . . " the boy moaned. Then, with a tiny strangled cry of barely suppressed desire, Dave lunged toward her and wrapped his arms around Jessica, pulling her closer to plant several moist rapid kisses on her cheeks and throat before she could move. A gasp of shock burst from the teacher's open mouth before his mouth locked wetly on hers and the handsome youth flicked out his hot tongue to stab deeply between her lips.
Jessica trembled and struggled weakly in surprise at his sudden attack, but she knew it was useless. She had pushed his young passions beyond their endurance and finally Dave's defenses had collapsed before her assault on his mind and senses until he was responding not like a boy but like a full-grown, Just-crazed man.
This was wrong and she knew it, and yet her senses were suddenly screaming with desire for the smooth-bodied youngster, and for the hard rod of virilely throbbing boy-flesh she felt digging into her thigh as he ground his body against hers. His innocent desire for her aroused Jessica even more until she actually ceased struggling and wrapped her own arms around his neck, pulling his slim young torso more tightly to her breasts as she began to gently rotate her hips against him in a suggestive, seductive gesture of encouragement.
"God, I'm so sorry, Mrs. Davis," the boy moaned hotly into her ear. "You're just so beautiful and nice. Please don't hate me. I can't help myself."
His hands were now shamelessly massaging her firm rounded buttocks under her wool skirt, squeezing and releasing the fleshy globes with a hypnotic rhythm that jarred her from head to foot. More and more the unreasoning desire that had been plaguing her ever since she had first seen the slender, dark-haired youth over a month ago, was taking control of her mind and emotions. Jessica wanted this teenager's beautiful young body and she was no longer capable of even worrying about the dangers of what she was about to do.
"Dave, stop, please," she breathed, trying to make her voice sound calm and rational. With an almost mind-shattering effort, she broke away from the embrace and stood up in front of the couch. "We've got to think about what we're doing. We just can't run wild like animals!"
At the sound of her voice, the sixteen year-old boy looked up at her and stared into her face with eyes filled with anguish. Obviously fighting his natural impulses, he straightened himself on the couch and sat up stiffly, his hands clenching and unclenching nervously on his lap. Jessica looked down at him, fear and indecision mingling with the now-wanton lust in her expression.
"Do you want me to leave, Mrs. Davis?" the youngster hesitantly asked, his voice polite and gentle despite the miserable frustration apparent in his face. He gazed blankly at the wall behind her as his erect young penis jerked angrily in his trousers as if demanding release from its painful confinement. "I.. . I could get one of the other guys to help me with the lessons, if you w-want."
Yes, yes, tell him to go! Tell him now, Jessica's conscience silently pleaded. Get him out of here before you do something you'll both regret for the rest of your lives! But her body was too excited to pay attention to anything but its own selfish demands and the beautiful older woman's soft full lips opened invitingly, smilingly uttering the words that would forever ruin the loyalty she had so desperately guarded all these years and the charming innocence of a sweet, intelligent boy who was young enough to be her own son.
"No, Dave, don't go. I.. . I need you."
It was the point of no return.
Even the dark-haired youngster knew in his adolescent innocence that his beautiful teacher had just agreed to fulfill his wildest dreams. With a strangled moan of delight, he rose from the couch and crushed his body against hers in a desperate embrace. His mouth found her soft waiting lips, pressing against their warmth with youthful fervor, then slipped downward to pay worshipful homage to Jessica's smooth ivory throat.
His hands fumbled uncertainly at the sweater that covered her upper body until the lovely blonde woman helped him pull the soft clinging garment over her head. His eyes widened in joyful disbelief as the full firm mounds of her chest were revealed, bulging voluptuously over the lacy edges of her brassiere. Jessica's loins grew hot and her entire body began to throb with passion as she passively accepted the boy's fumbling, inexperienced caresses. She could feel Dave's heart beating wildly through his shirt as he pressed his body against hers, barely able to believe that she rhythm to the alternate thrusts of the punishing tongue and the skewering finger up her ass hole. She knew Sharon was on the brink of orgasm, not quite there, but hanging on the verge. Her friend's breasts were heaving and dancing wildly on her chest as Tod alternately sucked and fondled both girls, occasionally touching breasts and cunts alike, snaking his finger here and there, unable to keep to himself watching the unbelievable feast before his eyes. His long thick rod was an unbelievable quivering poker sticking out from under his paunch, and he even alternately touched himself taking hold of his long thick penis and stroking it fully up and down for a few seconds before he would touch and suck one of the girls again.
Sharon's head stopped its flailing and tensed as she arched her back, the cords in her neck standing out like steel cables. Her face contorted and a low guttural scream started deep in her throat, choked off at the last moment by a long soulful gasp that sounded like a dying animal.
"Aaaaah," and then again, "aaaaaaahhhh!"
Sharon felt as though she were losing her insides as the fluids of her orgasm started deep in her belly and gushed out around Nancie's still thrashing tongue and dribbled down her cheeks and chin. The climaxing brunette could feel it running wetly down the crevice of her buttocks around the finger still sunk deep in her wide-stretched anus, and onto Nancie's chest below.
She gave one last gasp and half-collapsed, her head slumping forward onto her heaving chest, her hands supporting her weight on the carpet by Nancie's head, her breasts jiggling under her like half moons. She could not move. The world had ended and she had been consumed in the last cataclysmic fire that was the destruction of every living thing. She sat absolutely still, her arms splayed out uselessly.
Nancie lay also still, with her head still nestled between Sharon's stili quivering thighs. They could both feel the wetness of Sharon's orgasm spread out over Nancie's cheeks and chest. Both girls were panting out their exhaustion together when the sound of Tod's voice shattered their revery.
"Okay, baby doll," he said to Sharon. "Roll off! It's big daddy's turn now!"
In her passion with Sharon, Nancie had been aware of the fact that Tod was occasionally touching her breasts and occasionally licking her cuntal passage, snaking his long pink tongue the full length of the jagged lips, causing her to squirm around, and give even more pleasure to her friend seated with her cunt upon her lips because of the pleasure she was receiving herself, but she had no idea that he would fuck her when she was through with her lewd act with his wife. She was aware of the shameful act she had just displayed before his very eyes, and she wished that she could just hide somewhere to get away from all of this lewdness and degradation.
"Now I'm gonna fuck you baby!" Tod said to her hoarsely, and he stood up to advance towards her. She had not seen his penis get hard, she had been so lewdly occupied with his wife, but it stood out now from under his belly like the menacing shaft of a heavy blunt spear, and he began stroking the uncircumcized foreskin back and forth over the hard bulbous head right in front of her eyes, and the unnatural act made fresh shivers of forbidden desire course up and down her back bone as she realized that she would really get a first rate honest to goodness fuck job, the kind that she didn't ever get from her prudish husband Dick. She had conflicting emotions of desire and shame, and her drug fogged mind could not function now with part want of a screw job, and part humiliation for fear of facing Dick again.
"Like that, sweetie?" Tod said as he played with his long thick shaft close to her face, enjoying the torment he was putting the young bride through.
He had become so unbearably excited watching the two women perform before that he could hardly wait, but he wanted everything to be so perfect with this little slut Nancie, because he had wanted her for himself for so long that he didn't want to ruin it all now with haste. He was getting such a sadistic pleasure from torturing the blonde girl now, watching her shame and conflicting emotions chase each other across her face like tidal waves while he was laughing to himself and shoving his rock hard penis into her face.
"I'll bet your puny husband Dick never had anything like that to shove into your tight little cunt, did he?" Tod said to the quivering young woman. Nancie looked pleadingly towards Sharon to see if she would help her, but the older girl was slumped on her side, watching what was going on with a wary eye, ready to help her husband if Nancie should decide to bolt from the scene, yet too exhausted to move if she didn't have to.
Against her will, Nancie's eyes dropped to the hard fleshy instrument Tod was holding in his hand and shoving into her face. Good Grief!! It was so huge.
In spite of her fear, the drugged young bride found herself wondering how a woman could take a thing like that inside her without being completely split apart. She lay still, her thighs still wide open, her breath coming so fast that she felt her lungs would burst. Her belly quivered and heaved as though he already had the long thick hot rod sunk deep inside her helpless quivering passage.
Tod bent down over the prostrate body of the young girl, his lips slipping wetly around the nipple of Nancie's heaving left breast. She groaned in a mixture of pain and pleasure and tried to twist away from the sudden sharp sensation, but his hands, playing over the soft gentle flare of her hips and thighs, held her fast. His lips roamed lewdly over the palpitating white mounds, causing a blissful twitch to descend feather-like to her tingling loins below, and her buttocks began a slow impatient grinding down into the living room carpet.
"Damn, you're getting hot already. All right!! " he moaned in delight as his lips slavered over the soft sensitive tips of her breasts. He snaked his long pink tongue over first one rock hard nipple, and then the other, alternately sucking and licking her breasts, sending outrageous shocks of pure lustful sensation down to her quivering loins, making waves of desire pour over her genitals like waves over sand dunes. He squeezed one firm ripe mound and then the other, then he let his long pink tongue dribble over one mound and suck hard on the firm ripe nipple, sending forbidden shivers of pure delight through the girl. He let his lips slaver over the soft sensitive parts of her body, and his eyes seemed hard and cruel in the greed of his desire. He wanted her so badly that he was almost ready to burst, the lust filled cum deep in his balls nearly cumming now, before he was ready, and before he wanted to cum.
"I'm gonna screw you like you've never been screwed before. You're gonna twist and squirm when this beautiful long hard cock of mine sinks into your belly, and you're gonna scream for mercy when my gorgeous rod comes out your tonsils, but after a while, you're gonna be begging little ole' me for more and more!" Tod snorted to her cruelly.
Nancie lay frozen under the prodding of his obscene words, their very lewdness exciting her more and more, especially in her lust crazed pussy, but her half drugged mind fought within herself the final surrender that would mean her total subjugation to her friend's husband.
"Spread your legs wide, honey. I'm coming in now," Tod grinned in triumph above her. He slithered up over the girl and took his long thick rod in his hand and set it on top of her face, within inches of her lust crazed eyes. She expected him to put the white hot prick into her mouth, and she opened her jaws wide for the reception, but he merely twitched and jerked himself several times over her face, and then began moving his body downward in one long slow movement, dragging his firm hard prick down her neck, and over her lust hardened breasts. He let it slither over her breasts for a few moments, brushing against the hardened tips roughly, sending electric shocks through both of their bodies, then he languidly moved downward letting his cock drag slowly down over her smooth white belly.
The lewd movements were all she could bear, and Nancie was turned on beyond belief. Tod continued his slow downward movement until his face was just inches away from Nancie's hotly quivering cunt. He nosed the fine pubic hairs apart and snaked his tongue once again into her hot tight little passage, and her whole body shuddered with unbelievable ecstasy she never knew she had such passion within her. He knew he had turned her on more than she had ever been before, and he felt just a touch of pride at what he had done to the young girl.
Tod continued his worming in her pussy with his tongue, meanwhile, he roamed his hands over her up-thrust white breasts, making her move in one long shudder of delight at the double assault. Tod glanced at his wife Sharon to see if she was watching the assault, and he saw her staring in disbelief at her friend, one of her hands down twirling her own pussy hair.
Sharon would never have believed that her own friend would act this way with her husband! She was again turned on herself just watching this lewd display, and never failed to marvel at the many talents of her husband.
Tod gave Nancie one long hard ramming with his tongue, and then he snaked one of his long fingers into her cuntal passage to see if she was ready. He removed his fingers with a wet sluicing sound and felt the dribbles of her female cum dripping down over her bare ass cheeks. He knew she was ready beyond belief and he slowly rose to all fours moving up over her writhing body so that his long hot prick was just over her lust inflated tiny clitoris. Taking the hard throbbing rod of his cock between his fingers and guiding it forward, using the thick rubbery head to part the fleshy lips of her cunt, he pushed forward relentlessly into the soft flanged edges. Nancie turned her head to the side of the carpet, closing her eyes with a shudder as she felt the soft electric contact against the sensitive edges of her moistly pulsating pussy. Holding her breath for what seemed an eternity, she lay still in utter terror, and pure delightful anticipation before him, not even daring to breathe.
"Oooooohh," she gasped as she felt the first harsh parting of her cuntal passage, and the realization that he was going to ram his long unbelievably thick cock right into her hit her hard.
"Aaaaagghhh," she gasped as the huge, blood-swollen tip slipped through, stretching cruelly through the tight rubber orifice until Nancie felt as though her thighs were splitting apart from the relentless outward pressure.
"Tod, no, pleeease, you're hurting meeee!" She was suddenly whining as she jerked her eyes open in fear and saw Tod grinning above her. Oh shit, he was killing her, and he was enjoying it! To the young bride's frightened mind, he seemed to like watching her suffer under the cruelty of his slow relentless penetration of her helpless pussy.
Tod was trying to hold himself back. He knew this beautiful girl trembling beneath him was afraid and that he should be patient with her, but then something suddenly snapped in him. The grin faded from his face and a contorted expression of raw lust replaced it. He could stand it no more, seeing this innocent wife spread-eagled beneath him as he had dreamed of for so long, the head of his thick hot cock disappearing slowly up into the hair of her blonde-fringed pussy . . . he had to fuck her! He had to . . . and quick!
He fell forward, his weight smashing her full firm breasts back against her chest. At the same time, he thrust his hips forward and his hot thick cock slid into her cunt like a raging express train, pushing the soft moist flesh of her vaginal walls before it in rippling waves. There was no stopping him, and he groaned aloud with the exquisite torture as his balls smacked heavily against the upturned cheeks of her tightly clenched buttocks.
Nancie had never felt so filled in her life, and it seemed as though her vagina had been ripped into a thousand tiny threads as he speared mercilessly up between her quivering open thighs. And now, now his monstrous cock lay sunk deep in her soft white belly, filling every part of her insides. There wasn't one tiny piece of flesh on it that she couldn't feel as it pressed tightly against the soft inner flesh of her cunt, enclosed in that warm moist sheath like a sword sliced cruelly into its victim's belly.
Tod lay still for a moment, his face directly above hers. Nancie too, lay immobile, afraid to move for fear of the pain it might bring. Neither made a sound for a long moment, and then suddenly she felt a throb deep inside her. The thickness of Tod's cock jerked up another half an inch as he flexed it inside her pussy.
"Aaaauuuugghh!" she groaned breathlessly, her face contorting as the pain deepened.
"Told you I'd stretch that tight little pussy of yours, doll!" he tormented her as he flexed again deep inside her cunt.
"Aaaaggghh," she groaned louder this time, the cords in her neck standing out from the pressure of her resistance.
"Come on now, you've got to learn to relax and enjoy it!" He grinned down in lewd delight. "Don't you like it?" She didn't answer. "Don't you like it, I said?" He flexed again.
"Ooooohh, yes, yes," she cried, afraid to offend him. The pain was just too unbearable. His cock was just too damn thick for her.
"Beg then!" he said with a leer.
There was no response from the cringing blonde gritting her teeth to hold back a moan of despair.
"Beg me, I said!"
"Oooooh, no, I can't, I can't," she pleaded. "Beg me to fuck you. Now!" He throbbed his huge member again, deep in her trembling belly. "Oh, don't, don't! Pleeeease, I cannntttt!" She fought with all her strength and courage to escape this final humiliation. Begging him to do what he would surely do anyway would be total surrender. No, she had to hold out. It was the only thing left to her. He had taken all else-her pride in her fidelity to her husband, her self-respect, everything was gone. She couldn't let him have the pleasure of hearing her beg too. She just couldn't!
But the cold hearted older store owner had his reasons too. He knew that unless she surrendered completely, she would never really be his. She would always say she'd "given him her body, but not her heart." He knew he had to strip the last vestiges of resistance from her, and throbbing his lust-engorged cock deeper, he dug his fingers into the softness of her shoulders at the same time.
"Do it," he commanded, savage fire burning in his eyes. "Beg you little bitch!"
Nancie sobbed, her will broken by the helplessness of her position and by all the hash she'd unwittingly consumed. She looked over at the older woman and her mind reeled at the sight. The older woman was watching them with lust crazed eyes, obviously enjoying everything that she was seeing, including the total surrender of her friend, and she was slithering her well moistened fingers out and into her own over heated dripping cunt, finger fucking herself at a quick pace! What a sordid picture she was, Nancie thought to herself, and at the same time she wondered what it would be like herself to observe such a depraved scene as she was undergoing, what would be almost a rape of her best friend, by her own husband in fact, and she supposed she would get so excited herself to the point of needing to be satisfied any way. even by playing with herself in such a manner as Sharon was doing.
Bringing herself back to the present, she looked up to Tod and said, "Do it to me, do it to me!"
"Not like that, you little bitch! I said say FUCK ME!"
"Oh, fuck me!" she hissed through clenched teeth, tears gushing from her eyes as she spit out the obscene words.
Her humiliation and degradation were complete. She would never be the same again. She had allowed herself to lose control over all the things she knew were right and now she wished she were dead. She could never face Dick again with the innocence she had before. She was a whore now, she was a whore! The bitter words bored into her mind. She was lost! Lost! There was nothing left, nothing. Nothing but the huge fleshy instrument buried deep inside her burning pussy.
Tod sensed the loss of the last remaining ounce of resistance left in the young woman's soul, and clamping his wet lips right down over her mouth he began a slow rocking motion of his loins between her widespread thighs. He could feel her tight narrow cuntal passage widening slightly with each short smooth stroke as she groaned in helpless defeat below him. It wouldn't take long to turn this smooth soft-bodied young blonde into a raw, squealing mass of helpless desire. He could feel it in the way she had reacted to his earlier touches. Even though she was resisting and was convinced in her own mind that she was a sweet conservative wife, true to her husband, he could detect a latent hot streak in her that had just never been tapped. He had seen her a few minutes ago with his own wife.
What a show that had been! Maybe she had felt safer with a woman, felt that she wasn't really betraying her husband. Well, he'd make sure she got turned on tonight. That was sure! And by a MAN, too. She'd get the fucking of her life!
Nancie's body began to react involuntarily. There was no longer any reason to fight the lewd flames of drug-fired desire coursing through her veins. She had lost the battle against the obscene feelings, and even the agonizing thought of her final surrender sent chills running along the base of her spine as she felt the slow rhythm of Tod's cock skewering wetly into her. It was unexplainable to her, but suddenly she was free now, free to follow the natural urges of her body. Her whole body twitched and writhed beneath her older friend's husband, and she groaned incessantly up into the wetness of his mouth, shoving her tongue with a sudden complete abandon deep into his throat.
Low hums of passionate servile acceptance came in torrents from deep in her chest, her face contorted with need, her mouth working, neck straining, nostrils flaring, a light perspiration breaking out on her forehead under the now disheveled blonde hair. Tod slipped his hands down along her sides and slid them under the soft smooth mounds of her moving buttocks, grasping them harshly, one in each hand. He remembered with lust-inciting clarity his thoughts from earlier in the day, of holding them like this. The realization that they were now his to do with as he wished drove him to a greater frenzy. They were flexing and relaxing in passionate tempo, oozing warmly around his fingers as he pressed his hands tightly into them. He jerked her harder to his loins and felt her pulling her thighs back a little more, the moist wet circle of her cunt flowering open wider to receive his cock to greater and greater depths. The pain was gone now and her legs on either side of his thickly impaling rod were jerking and quivering in uncontrolled abandon.
Her eyes were closed and her tongue worked and slavered up into his mouth as small mewling sounds of velvety pleasure gurgled from deep in her throat. The cords in her neck and thighs stood out hard and tense as she writhed beneath him from the intensity of her feelings.
There was no longer any thought of anything but the delicious sensation of lying beneath this man who was fucking her against her will and of giving back to him what he was giving to her.
Tod slaved above her, moving suddenly into longer smoother strokes that brought his throbbing penis almost all the way out of her clasping vagina on the backstroke, and then thrusting forward into her uptilted loins again until he could feel the harsh slap of his balls against the unprotected crevice of her anus. He grinned at the thought of a further depravity, and slid his hand down over the tight skin of her buttocks to find the small puckered ring of her anus cradled defenselessly below. It was soft and warm and he could feel it working with the movements of her ass-cheeks as they pushed against his cum-laden testicles. Then, with a sudden quick movement, he pushed his forefinger into the hairless little circle, feeling the soft rubbery flesh yielding before his brutal attack.
"Ooooh," she gasped, the sound trembling from her lips in painful protest.
He thrust harder, taking pleasure in hearing her sounds of torment.
"Oooooooh!" she groaned louder this time from the further outrage against her defenseless anus. But there was no respite.
He worked the finger around inside, stretching the rubbery ring wider and wider as he ground into her, and before she could catch her breath to protest again, he slipped another finger in and felt the tight resistance give way as it moved up into the soft warm depths.
A deep guttural noise arose from her chest, slowing into whimpers of pain for a moment and then slowly subsided to be replaced by greater moans of pleasure as her tortured anus gradually became accustomed to the unnatural invasion.
Tod smiled a smile of triumph down into her open mouth as he felt her begin slowly screwing her rectum back onto his fingers as he probed them methodically around in the warm rubbery depths. Nancie was hopelessly impaled between his hard throbbing cock in her cunt and his fingers shoved tightly into her rectum. And now, moaning and mewling beneath him, she began twisting around in complete abandon under the double ravishment of her loins.
He slid his other hand slowly up from the smooth rounded cheeks of her buttocks to where his cock was sliding smoothly in and out of her welcoming pussy-flesh, feeling the soft hair-lined folds clasped tight to his rampaging cock and their softness pulling and giving with each long hard jackhammer thrust into her wide-splayed loins.
With his fingers, he fondled and played with the contracting lips of her pussy where he entered her, bringing softer moans of abandoned pleasure from her mouth and at the same time feeling the ever widening passage of her vagina opening in greedy desire to swallow the whole of his cock plunging far inside her helpless belly. He found and fondled her erect little clitoris with his fingers, stroking and massaging it in rhythm to his fucking, sending the young girl into total spasms of pleasure beneath him, totally enjoying the complete ecstasy of her pleasure nub being fondled along with a total fuck!
He quickened his thrusts, hot and pulsating and deep as she thrashed her body beneath him. She was ready to cum, he could feel it as her legs on either side of him jerked up and out. Ripping his fingers from her rectum with a wet hissing sound, he pressed his hands behind her knees, pushing them back and down hard toward the carpet on either side of her shoulders. The plane of her cunt was wide open to the pile-driving thrusts of his loins as he smacked brutally into her.
"Oh, oh, oh," she chanted beneath him, her face contorted into an unrecognizable mask of wild abandoned passion.
He grunted and groaned and quickened his stroke, grinding hard and deep so that his cock bored up into the far hidden untouched recesses of her womb. Her voluptuously mounded breasts heaved and quivered up against the pressure of his chest, the tiny rock hard nipples digging into his flesh like pebbles.. . .
He felt her cunt opening around him and warm gushes of liquid flooding around his wildly pistoning member. He thrust faster, digging deeper, deeper inside her. He wanted her to remember this all her life, and remember that it was Tod Harris that had made it happen.
He felt her jerk up toward him several times, the lips of her cunt working and sucking at his penis as though trying to milk him dry. Her breath was coming in short desperate gasps as he thrust repeatedly into her spasming vagina. Then he felt fingers sliding over the backs of his own thighs.
Sharon had moved around behind him and was kneeling, trying to get a grip on his plunging hips. She succeeded for a moment and bent her head forward, thrusting it deep between his legs from the back. He felt the hot moist softness of her lips as they slid wetly down his nether crease, and then she was sucking on his lust-tightened balls as he plowed into Nancie below him. Sharon's head was buffeted grotesquely back and forth by his wild lunges into Nancie's flowing cunt, but she clung to him, her arms wrapped around his thighs, her tongue sliding down to the base of his cock, wet from Nancie's orgasm, her lips nibbling at the swollen sac of his testicles. It drove him crazy!
He could feel the white-hot semen building up inside his churning balls as they lay imprisoned between the two panting women. They were ready to explode. Maddened with new lust, he shoved his tongue far down Nancie's throat and with harshly kneading hands pulled the widespread cheeks of her buttocks up hard against his grinding pelvis as he rammed his spewing cock all the way to the hilt in her soft unresisting cunt.
Nancie could feel her insides splitting painfully as the head of the deeply sunk instrument suddenly flared into a hugeness that threatened to tear her womb apart, and began to spurt. She could feel the delicious white-hot liquid shooting into her like burning fire, ricocheting around inside her dilated vagina like streams of molten lava. The very pores of her cunt clasped around it, erupting in answer and once again spilling her own heated cum into the already drowning cavern of her lewdly convulsing cunt. It drove her insane! She couldn't let it stop!
Frantically she reached around under her squirming buttocks with both hands. Her fingers came into contact with Sharon's head and tangling in her friend's hair, they pulled her face tighter against Tod's balls, driving him into an even greater frenzy.
Nancie's legs kicked out, flailing uselessly in the air. The huge member continued to jerk its completion-white hot spurts still spewed from its head, filling her womb and foaming out around the contracting fleshy lips clasping the base of his cock, soaking the curly blonde pubic hair it was buried in.
"Oh, fill me, fill me, darling," the drug-drunk young bride groaned incoherently around the swabbing tongue still sunk deep in her mouth. The hot walls of her jerking cunt still sucked hungrily at the throbbing cock until it gave one final spasmodic jerk and the last drop emptied from it.
Sharon fell back on her haunches as Tod collapsed across Nancie's quivering body. He could still feel their young victim's cuntal secretions gushing forth around his deflated limp cock-flesh. It seemed endless, until she too suddenly gave one last jerk and relaxed to a limp stillness, her legs protruding lifelessly out on either side, her arms outstretched. Her flat white belly was filled to the bursting point with the mixture of their white hot cum.
The burly older man lay still for a moment to recover his strength and then slowly pulled himself from the girl's still form, his cock sliding wetly from her battered cunt. All three lay still for several moments, the only sound in the room was the rasping sound of their hoarse breathing. Then Sharon got to her knees and slowly crawled forward to the exhausted body of Nancie.
Bending forward, she began slowly and methodically licking the warm sex juices from the thighs and belly of her friend. Despite her fatigue, Nancie's body jerked and quivered in time to the strokes of the cleansing tongue, and she heaved a sigh of disappointment as Sharon at last pulled her streaming face away and moved over to Tod.
Nancie watched in fascination as Sharon knelt over the prostrate body of her husband to fondle his limp useless cock. The brunette girl's face dropped forward and she began to lick and suck at the shrunken organ, her tongue starting at the base of his emptied balls and sliding slowly and tantalizingly to the very tip before her lips closed over the glans and slid down to the base. Miraculously, Tod's penis began to show signs of resurrection under the gentle caresses of his wife. It twitched and throbbed and the head began to swell as she twirled her tongue maddeningly around it.
In a few minutes it was once again upright and massive, jutting erect like the mast of a boat. Seemingly satisfied with her work, Sharon swung her leg over Tod's prostrate form until she was straddling his body, the dripping opening of her thoroughly aroused cunt just over his renewed hardness. She had not brought herself to climax with her own fingers, and was saving that work for her husband. Slowly she lowered herself until the swollen cock-head was pressing tightly against the flanges of her cunt, forcing the soft lips apart as she pressed relentlessly downward.
Nancie held her breath as she saw the whole lust-thickened length of that monster shaft slowly swallowed up into Sharon's body. She felt her own body slowly start to move across the space separating her from the couple locked obscenely together so near to her. She needed to be a part of this! Her body was completely aroused now, past anything she had ever previously known. The young bride sensed that nothing would satisfy her now but complete exhaustion, knowing that she had years to make up for. She needed her body used mercilessly until there was not even a quiver of desire left in her!
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Nancie Ryan awoke late the next morning. Once again she was in her own bed. Tod and Sharon had driven her home, the three of them very quiet in the car, each lost in his own thoughts and reminiscences of the lewd hours they had just spent together. It had been dawn and the sun was hiding just behind the eastern hills, still yawning and stretching before deciding to get up for the day. There had been quick secret smiles shared between the three of them and then Tod and Sharon had driven off and Nancie had gone into the house. For some instinctive reason, none of them wanted to be caught out in the bright morning sunlight, as if it would too quickly melt the sensuous memories of the dream-like night they had all shared, and now Nancie was alone in her bed.
Dick would be back from his business trip late that afternoon, but his young blonde wife was happy to be alone at the moment, unconscious of anything but the marvelous feeling of relaxation and well-being that seeped through her body. There was no organized thoughts in her mind yet, just sleepy, happy impressions and half-dreams. She stretched luxuriously, her body flushing pink from the effort, the full round softness of her breasts being pulled taut by the upward motion of her arms, her small almost virginally taut nipples pointing saucily up at the ceiling. Happily, then, she bounced out of bed, anxious to see the new day, but she winced in pain as soon as she tried to take the first step.
The whole of the soft sensitive area between her legs felt raw and sore, as if someone had been rubbing it with sandpaper. Then the memories came flooding back anew.
She remembered Sharon's beautiful body swaying over her, her loins pressed down hard into her face. She remembered how it had felt as Tod had licked and slavered his tongue obscenely deep between her wide-splayed legs. She remembered the unforgettable pleasure-pain of Tod's huge cock skewering into her hungry cunt time after time. She remembered the whole sensuous kaleidoscopic experience, and as the images flashed through her mind she felt a dull ache of desire beginning once again deep in her cum-filled belly. Nancie had to sit down quickly on the edge of the bed and press her legs tightly together to try to hold in the desires that were struggling inside her. And then, right on the heels of all the erotic memories of the night before, the night when she had done things that she couldn't have even imagined just a few days ago, a wave of guilt flooded over her. What HAD she done? she thought in panic. She had betrayed her own husband, been unfaithful to him, let others ravish her naked body.
And worst of all, she had enjoyed it, and could hardly wait to do it again! How could she ever look Dick in the face again? She was really a whore! She had no shame! Surely he would be able to tell all the unspeakable things she had done just by looking at her.
Frantic, Nancie began to assemble desperate lies in her head, lies with which she could mislead Dick when he looked her straight in the eye and asked her sternly what she had been doing while he was away. She was working herself into a frenzy of anticipatory guilt when she caught sight of herself in the bedroom mirror and found her gaze locked on the voluptuous white image. She had slept naked as usual and the perfection of her beautiful young body was presented to her in all its entirety. Her hands seemed to rise with a will of their own and slide up under the uptilted mounds of her breasts, cupping them and raising them a bit as if to let her see better.
Nancie remembered the sensations that had flooded in through the tiny rock-hard nipples as she had been made love to. She let her hands roam down over the smooth firm flesh of her hips and her eyes fell automatically on the slender pink slit of her vagina revealed between her legs . . . She had been made love to! She had REALLY been made love to, she had been FUCKED!
Somehow, that was all that mattered. And she knew that she would do it again, that she needed it. Some great dam of sexual reserve had burst inside her last night and somehow it had made her a different person, more complete. Before that, she had been locked up inside herself, the key held by Dick, but he had never used it, never helped her to escape her own physical frustrations. Well, she was out now, and she knew she would stay out.
But what about Dick? He was her husband and she knew she loved him. Even though she knew she couldn't give up the new life of sensual fulfillment she had discovered last night, she knew that there was something wrong with it. She was cheating on her husband!
He thought she was still his innocent, faithful wife, and she was going to sneak out and betray him. How long could she live with that terrible knowledge? And what if he found out? He would leave her, she knew he would!
Just thinking about these various possibilities made her realize how much she loved Dick, how much they had in common. If only he would make love to her the way she needed to be made love to. She knew she would rather make love to Dick than anyone else in the world, and yet.. . the very novelty, the shared emotions and sensations between her and Tod and Sharon last night.. . if only Dick.. . .
Of course, that was it! Dick had to join them!
Excited images of the four of them twisting and writhing erotically together began to flash through the hopeful bride's mind. She began making plans for the exotic things they would do to one another and could feel her own passion mounting as the mental images flashed through her mind. Yes, she would suggest it to him when he got home tonight, and then her mental house of cards came tumbling down as the image of his stern puritan face appeared to her.
Dick would be shocked, offended, betrayed. He would never have anything to do with such a depraved idea. Oh shit, if there were only some way to get him to try it. She knew he felt too paternalistic to listen to her. Too bad for that, that it couldn't just happen to him like it had to her.
Then her eyes lit up. It was so very simple! Sharon would do it! Sharon had said last night just before they had brought her home that she had had her eye on Dick for a long time. Nancie had quickly changed the subject, a feeling of jealousy automatically taking possession of her. Despite what she had just done, she selfishly didn't want to share her mate with anyone. But now she saw that it must be done. However, the hesitation was still there.
Even as she was reaching for the phone she found herself wondering how she would react when she saw Dick fucking another woman.. . .
CHAPTER FIVE
Dick Ryan was annoyed. He had just got back from a difficult business trip earlier in the day and his wife had dragged him out to this damned nightclub. And with people he disliked. Well, not so much disliked as felt uncomfortable with. He looked over to where Nancie was talking animatedly with Sharon Harris. Sharon wasn't so bad, although a little fast for his tastes, but he hated to see Nancie getting so involved with her. But then, Nancie did seem happier tonight than she had in a long time. There was no denying that Sharon was some looker, the young husband found himself thinking, but he immediately wiped that uncharacteristic thought from his mind. It was Tod Harris that he really minded. The man was just too loud. Not really insulting or anything, but just loud and vulgar. Dick could have taken his company in a business deal, but he wasn't the kind of man he cared to socialize with after business hours. He found himself wondering what a beautiful woman like Sharon found in him. Money? Somehow he doubted that was the only thing. He winced as Tod shouted for the waiter.
"Hey, waiter, bring us another bottle of champagne, and make it good and cold. When I want a drink, I want a drink." Dick was a little embarrassed by the loud voice booming through the supper club but Harris seemed to be well known here and no one seemed to mind. Must be a big tipper, Dick thought to himself.
"Hey, you two girls going to yak all night?" Tod asked, belching. "How's about some action? I wanna dance!"
A small band had just started playing and there were several couples already out on the floor. Tod turned toward Nancie. "How about a little turn, huh?" He asked. Dick expected his wife to refuse, but to his surprise, Nancie accepted.
"Guess that leaves you two," Tod said to Sharon and Dick. "Why let all that good music go to waste? Dance!"
"I'd love to," Sharon smiled as she rose from her seat. "And I'm sure I won't have to worry about my toes like I have to with you dear," she said.
Dick led her out onto the dance floor a little reluctantly. He was tired and he didn't like to be told what he should do by people like Tod Harris. The band was playing a quiet old favorite, and Sharon took him by surprise when she curled warmly into his arms, making certain he could feel the sharp full tips of her breasts pushing suggestively onto his chest. He had felt all evening that she had had her eyes on him, why he didn't know. He had tried to ignore it, but had somehow felt her gaze almost burning a hole through him, even when he wasn't looking at her. Yes, she was really built, and not too much older than he was. And right now, the way she was pushing her body into him he felt that he had better be careful. He tried to pull away a little, afraid that Nancie and Tod might be watching them.
"Don't be afraid, Dick," Harris' wife whispered into his ear. "I won't bite you."
Dick's face flushed in the dimness of the dance floor as he felt her push her loins forward harder, spreading her legs slightly so that the lust-inciting mound of her pussy rubbed hard against the top of his thigh. The soft silkiness of her dress seemed to hide nothing from his senses and he could feel the resilient flesh of her right thigh pressing tightly between his own legs as they moved slowly in time to the dance music. She had made contact with the if she weren't a teacher, we could get all the guys together and show her that you don't need real men if you've got enough of them. You said she got her nuts off. . . what does she want anyway?"
Rob Tighe didn't wait to hear Dave's reply. He was walking back to his desk, his mind working busily over what he had heard. His memory was still very -clear of the other afternoon when the scrumptious Mrs. Davis had come strolling down the hallway, not five minutes after she had finished masturbating all over the windowsill while watching Lee and one of his girlfriends whacking out together on the ground below. Tighe had called to her, thinking he might have found another "swinger," someone with whom he could laugh about the students' flagrant sex-play and perhaps, later, even share a bed once in a while.
It had been a rude and unpleasant surprise when she had cold shouldered him, ignoring his friendly advances and wrinkling her nose as though he had smelled. She had flounced out then, in a huff, when he had very subtly mentioned her enjoyment of the performance in the bushes. After his own experience with her, he could well imagine how she treated young innocent Dave. And recalling her response to the sight of Lee's body down in the shrubbery, Tighe had little doubt that she had seduced Dave and that it had not at all been the other way around. And then she had put the inexperienced kid down, like the castrating bitch she was. She was another one just like his own ex-wife. Tighe still smarted at some of the things his wife had said to him. Everything had been great while he had been talking to her, until he had tried to give her anything but a plain straight Presbyterian fuck . . . then suddenly she would call him a pervert, "a half-man who needed sick sex practices to get excited." What had really upset her, he knew, was her own goddamned guilt because she had inevitably gotten excited whenever he spoke about his new ideas. She had been trying to castrate him for years and, even though she was now gone, he still hadn't been able to shake loose his wish for revenge-against her and all the other selfish, nagging, castrating women like her in the world. And just thinking about what that cold-assed English teacher had done to poor young Dave Sommers made the Biology teacher's blood boil.
It would be a pleasure to put the bitch in her place, he silently decided, and in the process, he might be able to give Dave a little perspective on sex. Just like Lee said, he chortled inwardly, "You don't need real men if you've got enough of them." Smiling to himself, he walked down one of the rows of work tables to where Lee and Dave were not finishing up their dissection. Pausing for a moment to check out their results, he nodded approvingly, then sat down on the edge of the table, his gaze fixed intently on them.
"You know, you two shouldn't talk so loudly about your personal problems," he began with a mock serious look. Then, chuckling at their immediate expressions of apprehension, he added, softly, "How would you like to arrange a little party for Mrs. Davis, boys? I think we could show you what she's really like, Dave, and have a little fun in the bargain."
Tighe saw the confused fear in Dave's worried young face, but Lee's lewd grin of quick comprehension convinced the Biology teacher that the boys would readily agree to whatever he had in mind. He and some of the male students of Carlton High School were going to have a helluva wild afternoon one of these days, if they were lucky, it just might loosen up that sexy iceberg of an English teacher so that they could all get some from her anytime they decided to.
Already Rob Tighe's anger was fading away, replaced now with excited anticipation of working his crafty plot for vengeance. Feeling his torpid cock begin to lurch tellingly to life in his trousers he quickly jumped down from the table and walked up to the storage closet behind his desk, beckoning the two youngsters to follow him. There were still ten minutes of class left before the bell rang, more than enough time to plan the sweet revenge for the two masculine egos she had bruised.
* * *
Jessica couldn't help but feel a certain sense of welcome relief as the afternoon progressed. It had been two days now since her afternoon liaison with Dave Sommers in her apartment and she had just begun to relax her fear of repercussion from the inexcusable seduction of the young student. Not only was she almost certain that the handsome youngster had kept his solemn promise of silence about what had happened between them, but he was also carefully avoiding her eyes in class, hurrying rapidly out of the room as soon as lessons were over, so that there was no temptation to talk with him, or even think of what she had done. Yesterday, the day after the seduction, the very sight of the dark-haired youngster in her classroom had rattled her to the point that she had almost forgotten what she was supposed to be teaching the other students, but she had quickly realized that it was not sexual excitement she felt, but nervousness about any contact with the boy again.
To Jessica, there was a world of difference between the violent, unnatural attraction she had felt toward the slender youth up to a few days ago and the mild but undeniable anxiety she was not experiencing. The realization that she might once again be gaining control over her body and emotions gave her the courage to continue teaching her classes in spite of the ever-present risk of the discovery of her wantonness with her sixteen year-old student.
Still, even now, several days later, as she waited in an empty classroom for her free period to end and her last period class to begin, the recollection of the afternoon spent with the handsome teenager sent a little thrill of pleasure through her, making her pink lush nipples harden and tingle beneath her dress. Looking down at her lovely body as she sat at her desk, she felt surprise that it showed no marks of the lewd immorality that had taken control of it that afternoon. Staring at the bulge of her voluptuous breasts, at their taut fullness, she remembered how Dave's awkward but thrilling touch had made them inflate to erection and throb painfully, the fleshy nodules tightly straining as though they had wanted to break loose and fly off her body.
Suddenly, she heard the bell ring, signaling the change of afternoon classes. As she heard the students begin to mill in the corridor outside her room, Jessica clenched her eyes tightly shut and bit hard on her full lower lip in an effort to block the exciting thoughts that were suddenly flooding through her brain. Once again, it was difficult to control her mounting excitement and the beautiful teacher knew she had never felt so alone, so helpless, in her life.
She was caught in a terrible maze of guilt, with nowhere to turn, no one to turn to for help in dealing with the savage instincts the sweet, good-looking teenager had aroused in her body. She felt tears of self-pity welling to her blue eyes, but bravely blinked them back, knowing that somehow she would have to pull herself together, to somehow survive another day of teaching by ignoring Dave and her own uncontrollable urges. Looking back on the afternoon two days ago, Jessica almost felt as though another person, a stranger, someone viciously evil arid immoral, had been in control of her body, making her do and feel things that were absolutely foreign to her nature. She wondered what warped part of her own personality could have caused her to lead that sweet young boy into such a situation . . . and worse, to encourage him to continue as he had gradually abandoned his priceless innocence to satisfy the depraved desires of her wantonness.
"Mrs. Davis, may I speak with you, please?"
Jessica's head shot up from the grade-book into which she had been staring and her heart sank as she saw Dave standing nervously beside her desk. As she lifted her gaze she was surprised to see that the classroom had almost filled with students while she had been lost in her thoughts. At least there would not be much time for the boy to speak with her before the period began, she thought to herself with relief. In her present state of mind, she did not know what might eventually happen if she was in his presence for any length of time.
"What is it, Dave?" she inquired in what she hoped was a friendly but cool and objective tone of voice. Already her heart was pounding in her suddenly heaving chest and exciting pictures of his hands on her body, touching her most sensitive places, the sight of his fiery young cock before it plunged into the depths of her being and other lust-inciting images were flashing through her mind like frames from an old movie.
"I have to see you this afternoon," the boy said with a sudden rush of breath, lowering his eyes and then staring imploringly at her. "Please, it's important."
"Oh, God, no. I can't, I just can't," Jessica moaned before she realized what she was saying. To her horror she saw a group of students stop to gaze inquiringly at her as they passed through the doorway of the classroom on their way to their desks. In an instant, she realized with horror how she must have sounded and painfully forced herself to smile for their benefit.
"Excuse me, Dave," she said with studied calmness, her voice strained but steady. "Why do you want to see me? Is it about grammar again? What seems to be the problem?"
"Uh, yes.. . I mean, no . . . there's no problem." Panic suddenly sparked in the youngster's dark eyes and his gaze darted frantically around the room as though he were looking for some kind of support. "I have to . . . I have to see you this afternoon!" he mumbled urgently and then fled to his desk in the back of the classroom. At that moment the bell rang and Jessica had no choice but to begin the class as usual, on schedule.
As she taught the lesson, Jessica realized that she should have imagined that the anxious boy might want to talk with her again, that he might not really believe that their brief degrading affair was ended. It was understandable, and she knew that she owed the sixteen year old boy at least that much after she had, after all, so brazenly seduced him in her little apartment. Somehow, she would have to make him understand it was very
J unhealthy for the both of them to indulge their senses in a way that was condemned so finally and thoroughly by the society in which they lived.
He was an intelligent boy, she knew, and she had no doubt that he would eventually comprehend the real danger that would be involved in any future meeting. In a way, Jessica found some relief
I in the idea that she and the youngster would finally have a chance to talk over what had happened between them. It would give them both
I a chance to gain a clear perspective on the experience between them, to look at it more rationally, without emotion. At least he would know that she did not really hate him and she would be able once again to firmly stress the importance of his continued silence about their afternoon interlude. Yes, she had started this mess and she would end it, once and for all this very afternoon.
With a composed friendly smile on her face, she went calmly about the mechanical job of teaching I her last period class.
CHAPTER FIVE
. . . And that's the way it has to be, Dave, I hope you understand," Jessica said, concluding her lengthy explanation of why she and the good-looking, smooth-skinned youngster could not continue the relationship that they had begun two days ago. Looking at her watch as she sat in the student desk beside Dave in the back of the classroom, Jessica was surprised to realize that a half hour had gone by since school had ended and yet she still wasn't certain at all that the youth had completely accepted what she had said. In some indefinable way, Dave seemed to have radically changed in those two days, changed into a kind of stranger.
Though he listened politely to every word she said, the voluptuous thirty-five year old teacher had the feeling that he wasn't really absorbing her arguments or that perhaps he had other things on his mind. It was almost as though he already knew exactly what she had planned to say and, even so, was not really interested. Had he found another girlfriend? Jessica wondered inwardly, surprised at the pang of sudden melancholy and jealousy that accompanied the thought.
In the next instant, Jessica felt a little thrill of gratification as a look of clear disappointment began to show in Dave's doleful expression, as if he were just beginning to comprehend the full meaning of her statement. The disappointed look in his eyes made Jessica instantly contrite, sorry that she had ever treated the sweet desirable youngster harshly in order to contain her own shameless lust for him. She remembered how innocent and thoughtful he had been that momentous afternoon in her apartment and she wondered how she could have ben so cruel to the obviously-sensitive lad. It had not been his fault but hers.
"All right, Mrs. Davis, if that's what you want," he finally said, obvious resignation showing on his face. He paused a moment then added, "But, please, if it's okay with you, could I just touch your body again only a little." His voice dropped to a whisper and he gazed beseechingly into her eyes. "It's so beautiful and I want to remember . . . No one could see us back here . . . "
Jessica knew that no one could see them from the corridor outside the classroom and she ha'd not the heart to deny him the simple request. In the stillness of the apparently deserted school building, the beautiful blonde nodded mutely, gathering up all her strength to resist the temptation she knew that she was about to feel.
Dave's eyes sparkled with a strange new light as he leaned forward in his desk chair to study more carefully the perfect contours of her ripe female body. His eyes moved slowly over her generously rounded figure, drinking in all the exciting beauty of the mature woman's temptingly round and plush curves. Then, with a barely audible sigh, he moved to the edge of his seat, reaching out with the very tips of his fingers to stroke the smooth satiny softness of her skin.
Jessica felt a warm flush of sympathy for the boy as his fingers slipped worshipfully down over her throat and she relaxed back against her chair, knowing that she had done the right thing by allowing him this farewell visit with her tantalizing body. She closed her eyes and smiled softly, almost sympathetically, at the soothing gentleness of his touch as his hands moved downward over her dress, pausing only momentarily to trace over the jutting globes of her breasts before traveling onto the firm flatness of her belly.
The lovely blonde clenched her eyes more tightly shut as the relaxing sensation gradually changed to a warm tingling deep between her legs when his fingernails scraped lightly over the bared flesh of her thighs beneath her skirt and, higher over her panties and the sensitive flesh at the soft, furred mound of her pubic area. But she vowed to hold her emotions in control, for his sake as well as hers. As his uncalloused palms rubbed softly over the tender flesh of her inner thighs, Jessica felt the sensation grow to an insistently throbbing itch deep in her belly and she had to struggle within herself to keep from crying out from the sheer pleasure of his adolescent touch.
"Please, Mrs. Davis," his soft voice chimed in, interrupting her thoughts. "Could you let me see the . . . the other place just for a minute? You're the only woman I've ever messed around with in my whole life and it's so . . . so beautiful. I promise I'll never bother you again."
This is all your own fault, she told herself, how can you say no? Not opening her eyes, she slowly nodded her assent to him and then clenched her teeth tightly together as she felt his strong young hands slipping up beneath her dress to pull relentlessly at the flimsy silk panties that clung tenaciously to her creamy flaring hips.
The fabric gave way inch by inch and Jessica reluctantly lifted her buttocks from the seat of the desk to free the back of the panties. At last, the sheer satin garment was pulled free of her hips and down over her legs and she resignedly leaned back on the rear of the desk to wait until the boy snaked them over her ankles and tossed them to one side in a heap on the floor. Her hands clenched nervously at her sides as she fought to control the desire that was already raging in her loins, then suddenly she felt the warmth of his hands slipping down between the trembling naked flesh of her soft smooth thighs. Just one more minute, another minute and it will be all over, she anxiously reminded herself as she fought to suppress the excitement that was mounting within her like a volcano ready to explode.
She felt his hands move down deeper between her slightly parted legs, forcing them further apart, and she did not resist, knowing that this was the last of her ordeal. To her relief, his fingers suddenly lifted from her flesh and she realized with a start that he had wanted only to feel the most secret part of her female body, the warm throbbing hidden pink flesh that had clamped so tightly around his youthful hardness so recently, that fateful afternoon, until they had both exploded in soul-shattering orgasm. Jessica waited a moment before daring to open her azure eyes to look at him again.
She knew that her barely-controlled female desire would show in her expression as soon as she faced him again and she did not want to tempt either of them further. It was the most difficult thing she had ever done to refuse this youngster's beautiful boyish body, but she had promised herself to do it and she would keep her vow, no matter how hard it might be on hereon both of them.
Dave's hot young tongue nervously circled his lips as he stared hungrily at the thrilling feast of female flesh presented so teasingly before his eager eyes, and he felt his temple pulsing madly with the force of his passionate need for her. His mind was suddenly filled with memories from the other day with her as he stared at the warm exciting softness of her billowing breasts under her dress, a softness that seemed to beg to be revealed. He ached to take the milky white twin mounds out and into his yearning hands again, to pinch the hard, bud-like nipples that were like red rubies before his impassioned mind's eye.
His nostrils were full of the female scent of her, causing the now-familiar cravings to spread throughout his body until his virile young cock jerked and ached with increasing hardness in his trousers. Suddenly, everything disappeared from his thoughts except the agonizing demands of his maleness and the erotic feelings pulsing in his loins, driving him boldly toward the irresistible temptation of Jessica's lush womanly body. With a tiny moan of surrender, he suddenly reached down to dig his hands under her bared buttocks, his knuckles pressed harshly against the wooden seat as he cupped and massaged the soft pliant flesh that was driving him mad with desire.
Jessica's body quivered and her eyes flew open in shocked surprise, but she no longer had the strength to resist the sensual desires that were coursing through both their impassioned bodies. The silence of the classroom was almost dramatic, like that in a mausoleum, and accentuated all the more by the rising and falling sounds of their heavy labored breathing. It was as though the room were a vacuum and the beautiful teacher and her lusty young student were alone in a world of their very own, sealed off from the harsh reality of the school outside the door to the classroom.
"I.. . I don't think we should be doing this, Dave," she murmured weakly as his head dipped down to drink at the fleecy white flesh of her slender throat, his tongue flicking out to tease and lick at her tender skin. At that moment, nothing seemed very important compared to the fiery need that was blazing deep in her now writhing belly and her head fell limply back, lolling to one side on her shoulder, as she felt his fingers dancing over the tingling flesh of her upper thighs. Her breathing deepened as his hand brazenly slid between her open legs to tease at the swelling lips of her moist vagina and she involuntarily reached out to struggle momentarily with the zipper of his pants, frantically searching for his young, aroused cock.
"Oh, Dave, that's so blissfully good," Jessica crooned softly as she felt his finger sliding into the hot wet opening of her pussy, dipping inside the warm smooth tunnel until she wriggled her hips down to get more of the beautiful invading sensation. Probing in his underwear, her hand finally found his naked erect penis and she gasped in surprised delight as she realized that it was hard and ready to satisfy the need in her hungry loins. She gripped the fleshy length tightly as a deep pulsating flood of warmth began to spread like molten joy through her loins and into the area around her clitoris.
"We have to leave, Dave, let's go back to my apartment," she breathed thickly, her mind dazed by the obscene pleasure that was now coursing through every inch of her luscious body. "Someone might come in and see us."
"Heavens no, Mrs. Davis. Don't leave because of me," a breathily husky voice rumbled from the front of the classroom. "I came to join the party-not break it up!"
* * *
Jessica's big blue eyes flew open wider and she stiffened in horrified disbelief as she recognized Rob Tighe's grinning face protruding through her classroom doorway. A spasm of horror and fear shot through the beautiful teacher's curvaceous body as she realized that he must have been watching her with Dave-for how long?-but she resolved to somehow try to bluff her way out of the awkward, embarrassing situation. In one movement, she jumped to her feet and quickly pulled her skirt down from around her hips with a deft flick of her wrists.
"I don't know what you're talking about, Mr. Tighe, and I'll thank you to knock before you open a closed classroom floor," she snapped angrily. "I was.. . I was trying to handle a rather delicate conference with this boy!'
"Like the one you had in your apartment the other day?" the Biology teacher drawled wryly, stepping all the way into the classroom.
Then, in a split second, she glanced over at Dave's expression of blushing shame and suddenly realized his treachery. Her heart sank as she realized that all her worst fears had become realities in the space of a moment. Too shocked by the Biology teacher's reference to her seduction of Dave to say anything, she collapsed limply back into the chair where she had been sitting and stared miserably at the silken panties that lay on the floor, silently proclaiming her guilt.
"What. . . what did he tell you?" she asked nervously, blushing a little as she wondered how much the man knew of what had happened when she and Dave had been together in her small apartment.
"I don't believe that's important right now," Tighe answered, coolly brushing aside her question with a grim, ugly smile. "The fact is-I do know. Now what are you going to do about this, Mrs. Davis, or rather, what are we going to do about keeping this information from the ears of the school administration?"
"I don't know what you mean," Jessica said as evenly as she could under the circumstances. To give herself time, she smoothed her shiny blonde hair with both hands in an attempt to straighten up her disheveled appearance.
"Well, I'm sure you understand exactly what I mean," he said with another wicked half smile, his eyes dropping lower to devour the ripeness of her breasts and the convexity of her abundant hips under the wrinkled dress she was wearing. "In fact, I'm certain that you would be happy to do anything that Dave and I might ask you to do to keep the school from knowing about your little escapade with your own special stud of a student."
Rob Tighe casually lowered himself into the chair behind Jessica's desk, ignoring the fact that the lovely teacher had not asked him to be seated. When he had decided to blackmail her, he had not been certain of what he would say to the beautiful English teacher, but now he could see that everything was going smoothly, as though it had all been carefully planned in great detail. He let his eyes wander freely over the well-rounded body of the woman seated in the chair at the back of the room. She was even better looking than he remembered and that made his whole plan even more enjoyable, he thought satanically. In fact, he was tempted to take a little piece of the action for himself, now, as well as supervising the handing around of Jessica's lush body to Dave's friends.
Tighe could already see the contempt she held for him, in her eyes and in the set of her mouth, and nothing could please him more now than watching it slowly give way to glassy-eyed helpless desire as he plunged his cock deep into that little white belly of hers. And, he thought, if he could make her beg openly for it, then so much better for poor Dave. Yes, considering the shame and disappointment Dave had experienced after losing his virginity to the frigid bitch, Tighe could think of nothing more appropriate than letting the boy ram his prick into this beautiful woman in full view of all his more experienced friends. That would be truly sweet revenge.
"I'm waiting for the details, Mr. Tighe," Jessica said dryly, mustering her courage for whatever her sadistic colleague might say. She held onto an outward calm now by sheer force of will, but deep inside her stomach was churning like a whirlpool. She just couldn't believe that her mistake had caught up with her so quickly and yet, it was obvious that it surely had. She trembled in an agony of anxiety at the idea of public discovery of what she had done. There was no way out. She knew she would have to go alone with this disgusting man. She now remembered his suggestive comments on the day that she had watched Lee and Angel making love outside the classroom window and she was sorry that she had been so cold to him. There was no question but that she was going to have to pay for her curt remarks to him.
"Do you agree to do whatever I say?" Tighe asked sternly, knowing that he had already won the battle and that his question was almost academic.
Though her mind was racing as she searched desperately for a way to wiggle out from under the man's blackmail, she knew it was hopeless. At last, she swallowed hard and nodded.
"I-I guess I don't have very much choice, do I, Mr. Tighe?" she said in a tiny stilted voice. "You don't offer me much alternative."
"It's very simple, Mrs. Davis," he grinned vindictively. "You see, you hurt Dave's feelings the other day, telling him he wasn't man enough to satisfy a sophisticated woman like you-"
"Oh, that was a lie," Jessica cried out miserably, looking to the boy beside her in a desperate plea for compassion. To her horror, his expression was cold and uncaring, and there was even a faint smile on his lips.
"That wasn't what you said," Dave said bitterly. "I wanted to kill myself, I felt so bad . . . until I talked to Lee and Mr. Tighe. They told me the truth about you."
"W-what truth?" she stammered in confusion, dreading what he might say.
"That you're a hard selfish woman . . . and yet you don't know what you want," Tighe barked loudly. "And that you used him and then hurt him for your own personal reason . . . And that you need to learn a lesson!"
"I don't have to listen to this!" Jessica cried suddenly, reflectively shocked at their vengeful attitudes. She had prepared herself to be physically used, but not humiliated like this. It was ridiculous.
Sitting up straight in her chair, she coolly announced, "If one of you is going to force me to make love with you, let's get it over with. You see, I do understand what you want."
"Do you, Mrs. Davis?" Tighe asked with an oddly amused smile. "Well, then, take your clothes off for us." His eyes glittered lewdly as he stared at her with sadistic delight.
Jessica momentarily considered running up and punching the cocky middle-aged teacher with all her strength, but she soon realized that it would probably only worsen the position she was already in. She could feel his hot gaze feating obscenely on the smooth white symmetry of her legs, trying to burn through her clothing to the secret parts of her body that, despite her indescretion two days ago, really belonged to her dead first love-and no one else. It just didn't seem fair that after all these years of loyalty and frustration, one afternoon of exquisite abandonment and pleasure should become her downfall, and the end of her career and her honor.
Tears streamed in tiny rivulets down her beautiful face as the helplessness of her position pushed everything else brutally aside in her confused mind. But there was no escape-she had gotten herself into this and now she would have to submit to any lewd outrage Tighe might dream up to get herself out of it.
Once again, she nodded humbly and rose from her chair to carry out his degrading command. She closed her eyes tightly shut to avoid the triumphant smiles on both Tighe's and Dave's faces as she reached high up behind her back to unzip her dress, reluctantly peeling the clinging knit garment down over her rounded hips. Next came her lacy bra and Jessica could not help but hear the sound of an obscene sigh of admiration from Rob Tighe's lips as the large rounded spheres of her breasts burst free of their confinement. She bitterly dropped the last garment covering her nakedness onto the small pile on the floor formed by her dress and panties and turned to face the front of the room once again. She was now completely naked except for the platform shoes that she had worn to school that day.
"Don't you think you should close the door, Mr.' Tighe?" she asked in a shaky attempt at sarcasm. "Suppose someone else just happens to drop in, like you did?"
At that moment, the stillness of the classroom was broken by a loud blasting guffaw. More muffled laughter followed the first outburst of sound and, in a sudden panic, Jessica dived down to retrieve her clothes.
"Not so fast, Mrs. Davis," Rob Tighe crowed with authority. "That party's just about to begin, that's all. Tell me now, have you ever taken on more than one man at a time?"
Jessica's heart skipped a beat. She couldn't believe what she was hearing! This vile man expected her to submit not only to him but to other people as well! Her fear of discovery slipped from her mind and she turned to him with hatred flashing brightly in her eyes.
"Are you crazy? I won't do it! It's sick, do you hear? You need a whore and I'm not a whore, Mr. Tighe!" Tears streamed from her eyes again as she spat out her contempt for him, her naked body quivering from head to foot in shame and frustration.
"We have a bargain, Mrs. Davis, remember that. Or have you forgotten already?" he chortled softly, knowing it was just a matter of time before she submitted to his demands. He was enjoying the game he was playing with her, enjoying it immensely. It was so much more exciting than if she had given in immediately and of her own free will. He had never had a woman in a position like this before but he could tell already that this woman's very pride would be her downfall. And he wanted to relish every bit of her humiliation and embarrassment that he possibly could.
"Perhaps you would like me to just leave now and later we can do it twice instead of just this time, to pay Dave back for the inconvenience of wasting all this time today? Would you rather we did it that way?" he asked smoothly with a cruel, self-confident sneer, then nodded conspiratorially at the boy who sat in the back of the classroom, his dark eyes sparkling with excitement. Taking the cue, Dave rose from his desk and started walking toward the front of the classroom.
"No, please, don't go!" she blurted in horror at the idea of having to give herself up on another day to this man as well. "But, you said that I only had to do what you wanted. I just had to please you and Dave!"
"What pleases us is for you to do exactly as we say, Mrs. Davis. Don't worry, I'll be right here to watch and see that you make everyone happy," Tighe jeered.
"How . . . how many are there going to be . . . ? " Fear and revulsion began growing in her unbelieving mind.
"No more than you can take, Mrs. Davis," Tighe answered with a small snigger, cruelly adding, "You can't wear it out, you know."
Jessica stood mutely in the rear of the room, unable to speak for the shame and humiliation from the helpless position she was in. She wanted to grab her clothes off the floor to cover herself, but she knew it would only antagonize him and make her blackmailer even angrier with her. She closed her eyes but she could still feel his gaze burning into the naked flesh of her exposed genitals. Instinctively she clamped her legs tightly together, attempting to hide her secret pubic area from his eyes.
"Did you know that, Mrs. Davis?" the man taunted her again. When she didn't answer, he chuckled and turned to the door leading out to the corridor.
"All right boys, come on in now," he announced. "The lady is ready and waiting."
"No, wait, please," Jessica pleaded. "You can't do this to me. Can't we talk--? "
Jessica's words caught in the constricted dryness of her throat and she was unable to stifle a gasp of dismay as she turned around and opened her eyes wide to see the doorway to the classroom completely jammed by a group of lewdly-grinning adolescent boys. They were mostly boys in the tenth grade, many of them from her last period English class, and a few more she had never even seen before.
"Do you think they can satisfy you, Mrs. Davis?" Dave taunted from beside her. "I certainly hope so!"
The first twinges of real dread began to take a grip on Jessica's befuddled mind. She looked over at the leering boys . . . four, five, six of them that she could see. Were there more waiting outside the door? No, this was impossible, she reasoned, even though the very thought of their young male bodies sent a little involuntary quiver of excitement through the blonde's naked body. Her simple dread of a moment before began to give way to a rising torrent of panic and approached the threshold of sheer horror. These two fiendish males couldn't have planned . . . they couldn't mean to let those boys.. . Oh, God! If one student had gotten her into the hideous trouble she was in right this very minute then how much more unbearable a situation would she be in with even more of these sex-starved young brutes?
"Holy crap, Mr. Tighe! You don't mean we're going to fuck Mrs. Davis!" a slender light haired boy said with an uncertain laugh, obviously thinking that the teachers were playing some sort of trick on him and his friends. "Wow, you can bet anything I'll be doing my homework every night, from now on, anyway!"
"That's the whole point, guys," Tighe announced pushing his way to the fore of the group in the doorway. "She is the broad that fucked over Dave! Now you know why I told you to keep your mouths shut about this."
"Wow, yeah!" a shorter, dark haired boy chimed in, his eyes wide with disbelief. "Geez, if the principal ever heard about this, he'd pop his cork, but I'll fuck her any day! How'd you do it, Dave?"
Jessica blushed at the boy's disparaging reference to her. They were treating her as though she were a common whore that Tighe had hired to entertain them and in a way, they were absolutely right. She was a whore for the Biology teacher. . . and as many students as he could find for the rest of the afternoon. The thought only compounded Jessica's humiliation and she fought valiantly to hold back the hot tears of embarrassment and shame that threatened to overflow from her eyes.
"The hell with the principal. He don't know anything anyhow," a huge, hulking youth said huskily from the back of the group in the doorway. "Let's get to it, you guys!"
Though the other youngsters all looked at least vaguely familiar to Jessica, this one was altogether unknown to her and appeared to be older than most of the students in the high school.
The Biology teacher saw her glance of curiosity and smiled smugly. "That's Big Ben, Mrs. Davis. He hasn't quite managed to graduate from Carlton. It's been several years now so he's here for a few courses each day. Lee and Stan thought you might particularly appreciate his impressive physical endowments," he explained, viciously adding, "It was a real man you wanted, wasn't it? Isn't that what you told Dave when he fucked you the other afternoon?"
"You're insane, absolutely crazy," the beautiful teacher whimpered brokenly as she slid back down into her chair. She looked up and saw the boys all staring hungrily at her naked, plush body, young lust gleaming dully in their eyes. It was all too much for her to understand-the Biology teacher's conversational tone as he casually proposed to debase her in front of her students, the insensitive, uncaring nonchalance of the youngsters with him, and worst, the admiring look that shone in Dave's eyes as he listened to the older man's cruel blackmail. The gorgeous blonde woman could do nothing but gaze unhappily around herself, wildly but futilely trying to cover her full-swelling curves with her hands as she attempted to grasp the real meaning of what was happening to her.
"Lee, close the door and put the 'conference' sign outside, just in case the janitor comes early," Tighe instructed the brawny youngster. Then, casting a snicker at Jessica's cringing naked form, he went on, "Why don't you studs take your clothes off too, while I get the lady warmed up a little?"
Jessica felt as though she were existing in a dream-actually a nightmare-as she watched the Biology teacher take a folded plain blanket from one of the youngsters then walk casually to the back of the room to spread it out evenly on the floor. In her heart, she knew it would do no good to run now . . . she was naked . . . and besides, as the youngsters began to hurriedly undress in the dim afternoon light of the classroom, she began to lose whatever certainty she had had that she wanted to escape the fate that Rob Tighe had so connivingly planned for her. She could not seem to tear her big round eyes away from the tantalizing sight of the smooth gleaming youthful flesh that appeared everywhere before her as the teenage boys discarded their clothing.
Her blue-eyed gaze lingered on the stiff boyish cocks-all sizes and colors-that were revealed one after another and she dazedly wondered if they would feel as good as Dave's hard shaft of flesh had felt inside her stomach. Somewhere deep in her mind, she guessed that they might feel even better. There were so many of them poised like long slender javelins and thick poles wherever she looked. Ashamed of her own damning weakness, she forced herself to look down as Rob Tighe took her hand with sarcastic gentleness and helped her out of the chair and over to the blanket on the classroom floor. As he pressed her firmly down to a sitting position on the soft woolly fabric, she became suddenly aware of her heart leaping crazily in her beautiful chest. This must be some sort of a weird joke, she attempted to reassure herself. The Biology teacher simply wanted to punish her for hurting Dave, only that. He and all these teenage boys would probably torture her with uncertainty for a few moments longer, then leave. Surely he wouldn't actually . . . they wouldn't . . . No, it was simply impossible!
"Have you ever eaten pussy, Dave?" Tighe asked with a rasp.
Jessica's head shot up like a lovely Jack-in-the-box and she stared around her in horror as she heard the teacher's question. Most of the youngsters had already moved to the back of the classroom to surround the blanket where she sat and from their midst, the ravishing naked woman heard Dave's soft shy voice.
"No, I guess not," the dark-haired youngster hesitantly admitted. Then, brightening, he added, "But I wanted to try it today. And maybe even get my cock sucked a little too, if I could."
"You can try, son," Tighe said with a laugh. "But first, we'll see if Lee really knows what he's talking about when he gives you all this advice. You think you can warm up this ice cube, Lee?"
"I can sure try," the brawny brunette boy grinned cockily as he moved up to the blanket. "And, if I don't, she'll be the first one I've failed to get hotter'n hell. Just ask any girl in school."
"Wow, I've never done it either," another naked youth chimed in excitedly as the whole group tightened their circle around the blanket to get a better view of the exhibition of Lee's sexual prowess. "This is really going to be wild. Who ever thought we'd see old Lee scarfing up Mrs. Davis' pussy!"
"Shit, I never thought teachers had pussies until Dave came along," a high voice added, provoking the group's irreverent laughter.
Despite the raucous gaiety around her, Jessica was lost in a state of shocked numbness as she watched Lee crouch down before her, a self-assured smile spreading over his young features. She could barely believe the obscene things the boys had been saying. Had sweet, innocent Dave actually uttered the gross foulness she had just heard? It seemed impossible that the frightened boy she had seduced just two days ago could even be thinking of such filth. It was too humiliating to bear and her muscles momentarily tensed in preparation for escape before she realized that she was completely surrounded by the naked bodies of the watching boys. In desperation, she wondered if it would do any good to attempt to reason with the Biology teacher, then quickly decided that it would only make her situation all the worse. He seemed strangely intent on publicly debasing her and she could well imagine his sadistic delight if she stooped to beg. No, arguing would only prolong the situation and she wanted this ordeal to end as soon as possible.
"Wow, can you imagine her sucking my prick after what she said to me the other day?" she heard Dave enthuse to the Biology teacher beside him. "I was playing with myself all last night, just thinking about stuff like that. Who knows, she might even like it, if we get her turned on enough!"
As she sat helplessly in the midst of the students' flurry of vile speculations, Jessica wanted to protest, but couldn't find her breath. A despairing sense of defenselessness had filled her, paralyzing her brain until she wondered if she had ever been any place but trapped in this classroom, naked and surrounded by leering boys.
In a last effort to avoid the inevitable, she gazed tearfully into the grinning face of the brown-haired youth crouching at her feet, but Lee was already pre-occupied with pulling her legs apart on the blanket, arranging her long, columnar limbs so that all could see the soft, hair-framed lips of her vulnerable pussy; he was too busy to pay any attention to her silent plea for mercy. With an anguished groan of despair, the beautiful blonde haired woman fell limply back on the woolen blanket.
There was nothing she could do now to save herself, no way to escape and she knew it. Jessica was physically outnumbered by the gang of leering naked boys and their cruel mentor, Rob Tighe, and she was emotionally trapped by her own guilt for having first seduced sixteen year-old Dave. The voluptuous middle-aged teacher lay in abject submission, without the strength to struggle any more, as she felt Lee's fingers begin to move teasingly over the rounded smoothness of her thighs, and then up to the heaving ivory mounds of her breasts, twisting and kneading the passive flesh as the others watched in envious fascination.
"Come on, Lee, that's enough playing around," Tighe impatiently said. "You said you were going to show these other guys a thing or two. Let's see how you heat up Mrs. Davis' tight pussy."
Jessica could not suppress a shiver of dread as the muscular, dark-haired youngster immediately began to follow the Biology teacher's directions, grasping her silken wide-splayed thighs to pull her closer to him on the blanket. She moaned softly in a half-daze of terror and humiliation as her full, curvaceous body slid unresistingly toward her young tormentor, her long shapely legs collapsing outward at obscene angles on either side of his sinewy naked body as soon as he released her ankles. Above her on all sides, she could see the others peering hungrily down at her own white nakedness, their bright eyes devouring the vision of her warm, soft flesh curving out at her hips and shoulders from her narrow girlish waist, her breasts pointing proudly up, gleaming in the waning sunlight like two delicious mountains of lush ivory flesh.
For a moment, she succumbed to the urge to look back at them in defiance but it was pointless now and she knew it. These boys were all puppets under Rob Tighe's satanic influence, really too young and inexperienced to understand the terrible crime they were committing on her defenseless body. If only she had never succumbed to her desire for Dave's lithe virginal young body in the first place, she thought wearily, if only she could have managed to put aside her silly pride and had accepted sexual propositions from men who were nearer her own age, when she still had her dignity.
Even though the soft, sagging middle-aged men might have disgusted her at first, anything would have been preferable to the shame and debasement she was experiencing now, without any means of escape.
Jessica shuddered and clenched shut her eyes against the sensation of Lee's young hand dancing with surprising lightness over the sensitive satiny flesh of her exposed inner thighs. A slight uncontrollable tremor of excitement rippled through her exposed body at the boy's gentle touch, but she angrily vowed that, this time, she would not allow herself to surrender to whatever erotic sensations, no matter how intense, that the boys might produce in her defenseless naked body.
Waiting in wordless fear on the classroom floor, Jessica could hear the excited whisperings of the adolescents who surrounded her and she dully wondered how long it would be before they were finished with her. Hunched in readiness between Jessica's snowy, wide-spread thighs, Lee Harris' gaze lingered over the plush inviting beauty of the beautiful teacher, her female body lying limply before him in defenseless offering. His handsome face glowed with pride that Mr. Tighe had chosen him from all the others to demonstrate one of the finer points of sex, and he self-importantly motioned the others closer to the blanket, that makeshift altar of sex, so that they could watch his every movement.
Not many of his buddies had ever done, much less seen, anything like this before, and he wanted to do everything exactly right, just as he had seen his older brother do it to a pretty girl he had picked up at a discoth�que. Lee's balls were already tingling with almost uncontrollable desire, but he knew that they would all get to fuck the beautiful woman before the afternoon was over. The first thing he wanted to do was to make her beg for it, just to show Dave and the others that he really did know what he was doing when it came to licking and sucking a woman's cunt. Smiling confidently up at the gaping-eyed boys crowding ever closer to the fuzzy blanket, the teenager firmly placed his smooth young palms flat against the insides of Jessica's wide-splayed thighs, his thumbs resting on the soft fleshy folds of her cringing cunt.
The frightened teacher stared anxiously up at the youth crouched menacingly on all fours between her widespread thighs, hovering there, staring at her fear-strained face between her proud upstanding breasts like a beast of prey about to pounce on its helpless, captured victim. The pink moist flesh of her naked vagina was presented up to his grinning face in defenseless sacrifice and she lay frozen on the classroom floor, her humiliation complete, as she watched the boy's tongue slowly circle his lips in nervous preparation for the ravishment about to take place. Jessica's body had begun to tremble violently. What was about to happen to her was something that she had heard of, but never actually experienced.
Her thoughts went back to Kent, her dead first lover, and the only time he had tried to kiss her there between her parted legs. Too young and innocent to understand what was happening, she had pushed him away, tearfully protesting that it was wrong and dirty to do such a thing and the day after that night, he had died, leaving his pretty young sweetheart still innocent and practically virginal. But now she was older and had done terrible immoral things that she would never be able to justify to herself. Then, almost against her will, the beautiful teacher began to secretly wonder how it would really feel to have the softness of a man's lips and tongue caressing her most sensitive, secret flesh.
It was wrong, she knew, evil and unnatural, and yet, she had already sunk so far into the depths of degradation that she could not quite suppress a little thrill of excitement at the knowledge that today a different and equally handsome youngster was poised between her obscenely wide-open thighs, ready to plunder her helpless flesh in a way she had never before known. With his thumbs placed firmly over the soft hair covered lips of her coral-colored pussy, Lee began a slow, torturing outward movement with his experienced hands, drawing the fleshy pink cuntal lips slowly apart until the moist slightly pulsing slit below was exposed to the gazes of the other boys who stood watching. They stared greedily at it for a moment, until with a low animal-like groan of delight, the dark-haired youngster dropped his head and buried the full length of his long, slippery red tongue lizard-like into the warm throbbing walls of Jessica's open vaginal passage.
The beautiful blonde teacher jerked suddenly, a breathless moan escaping from deep in her throat. As shocks of exquisite pleasure began to ripple slowly and then crazily through her body, she ground her buttocks down into the blanket, instinctively trying to escape the maddening assault on her most sensitive flesh.
"No, no! Stop it, Dear God, make him stop!" she moaned in horror and shame before the boy's unexpected attack. Her head had lifted off the blanket and she stared in undisguised dismay at the sight of the youngster's dark head wedged between her open thighs. All her old fears suddenly came rushing back into her mind and she knew that if she succumbed to the tiny wisps of forbidden pleasure that were already rolling persuasively up through the depths of her belly, there would be no way to justify her actions. The specter of guilt would haunt her life forever.
"Oh, God, this is awful.. . it's sick . . . oh, please, spare me this, at least," she whimpered beseechingly up to the still dressed Biology teacher who stood a few feet away. But Rob Tighe only grinned smugly at her distress, as though he knew her reluctance was only a false mask that was relentlessly being torn from her by the irresistible persuasion of his youthful student's lips and tongue.
CHAPTER SIX
"Oh, you can't do this . . . you can't . . . you can't," she chanted over and over again to herself as her head fell back onto the blanket. She couldn't let herself be conquered by the spearing tongue that was plundering mercilessly in and out of the involuntarily dilating lips of her ravaged vagina. Yet, even against her will, she could feel the excitement building in her traitorous body until it felt like her nerve ends were all exploding in tiny bonfires of lewd lust.
As his mouth and tongue worked unceasingly at the wide-spread tightness of the beautiful Jessica's cunt, Lee gazed up at her lust-twisted face through the quivering white mounds of her breasts. He saw her elbows begin to press tightly against her sides as the tension within her grew almost unendurable, while her firm rounded breasts danced sensuously from the buffeting her lower body was undergoing from his mouth. With increasing arrogance, the youngster reached up over the white flatness of her belly and began to knead the fleshy softness of the big breasts, his fingers rolling the hardening nipples between them in unrelenting painful fury. He was working carefully now, waiting patiently for the first sure sighs of surrender that he was certain would come from the seemingly unwilling older woman at any second.
Jessica's hands closed into fists, crushing great handfuls of the woolly blanket as she struggled to stifle the moan of passion she felt building in her throat. She could feel Lee's hot moist mouth sucking harder, drawing the soft delicate folds of her vagina deep into the warm wet cavern of his mouth as his tongue flicked rhythmically, teasingly over the quivering erected bud of her clitoris pushing her alert nerves almost beyond human endurance. Despite all her efforts to control her thoughts, her fears were rapidly fading to be replaced by a mounting desire that was throbbing more and more insistently in her defenseless female genitals.
The captive teacher was suddenly, finding it hard to remember the fact that she was being physically forced to participate in a sadistic sex orgy by a vicious older man and the teenage boys he influenced so strongly-a sex orgy that was extremely one-sided since she was the sole woman involved. For a bare moment, she relaxed her guard and a long, low sigh escaped her lips as Lee's tongue left her pussy to caress the entire length of the splayed-open crevice between her quivering thighs, where it stopped momentarily to pay a wet probing homage to the tight brown throbbing hole nestled below.
At the unexpected and strange new sensation, Jessica's hips began a sudden involuntary writhing into the blanket-covered floor and soft mewling animal sounds leaked pitifully from between her tightly-clenched teeth. In the small excited group that circled the plaid blanket in the dusky afternoon light, the tension was almost electric and each of the teenagers smiled in relief as they heard the soft sounds of surrender from the beautiful teacher lying on the floor at their feet.
Through the haze of her suddenly all-consuming passion, Jessica's eyes could barely distinguish Rob Tighe's smug satisfied smile from among the sea of faces above her and she closed her eyes once again to concentrate on the whirlpools of sensation shooting almost out of control in her loins. Above her, the biology teacher moved a little closer to the blanket, nodding triumphantly. He knew that her resistance, though stubborn, had been completely shattered now, that she was too far gone to resist anything he and the boys might want to do to her, and he began to imagine all the weird erotic things they would do this afternoon when they all became weary of "normal" sex.
He chuckled obscenely as he saw Jessica's graceful hands desperately clawing at Lee's wavy brown hair, guiding the youth's face closer to the palpitating opening of her cunt.
In response to his teacher's snicker, the brown-haired boy winked up at Tighe, then ran his tongue into the soft-rimmed flesh of his English teacher's cunt, flicking playfully at it for a moment and then quickly withdrawing it to tease again around the throbbing swollen pink flanges of her opening. All inhibitions lost, Jessica groaned in shameless frustration and grasped the boy's head tighter between her hands, pressing his mouth directly over the tight little hole of her hungry vagina.
His face dug deeper in the warm crevice between her wide-spread buttocks and his hungry mouth sucked voraciously at it, teasing at it gleefully, like pinching it with the sharp tips of his teeth until her little cries began to lengthen out to one long continuous sobbing moan of pleasure.
"Ohhhhhh, that's gooooood, soooooo gooooood," Jessica sang it deliriously as she writhed and churned her buttocks below him in a lewd dance of unleashed desire, her body and mind completely lost in the glorious feeling of her student's mouth sucking hard between her loins. Lee basked in the admiration of the other boys as he felt the supple muscles of her thighs urgently hollowing and contracting around the sides of his rugged young face in an exhibition of wild untamed animal lust that was nothing like he or any of the other boys had ever seen before.
The impassioned teacher's cunt flowered open wider and wider as her moistness increased with each additional second his sucking mouth worked at her wide-split crevice. The fragrant, titillating wetness of her passion began to run in narrow trickles down the sides of the boy's sweating cheeks, causing them to shine, and then down the insides of her fluidly working loins into the clenching flesh of her firm globular buttocks.
"Wow, I never saw anything like that before," one of the boys gasped from somewhere above.
"Yeah, give her hell, Lee," another encouraged enthusiastically.
Jessica barely heard the boys' comments but their general admiration seemed to incite the boy further and his tongue licked gluttonously at her flame-seared vaginal hole as her updrawn legs spasmodically opened and closed around his laboring face. The wild, abandoned tempo of her grinding loins made it clear to Lee that his voluptuous teacher was almost ready to cum.
It was time to drive his hard tingling cock into the softness of her hot wet pussy. His long stiff cock was already throbbing with anticipation as he worked his mouth and tongue furiously over her pulsating slit. Then suddenly he could wait no longer. He had to fuck her right away.
He withdrew his glistening face from the grip of her hands and looked inquiringly up at the biology teacher standing nearby. As Tighe smiled and nodded assent to the teenager's mute plea, Jessica suddenly realized that the boy's ministrations had stopped momentarily. Her eyes popped open wide in shocked frustration and when she saw the dark-haired boy's muscular torso hovering above her prostrate body, she threw her arms around his neck and pulled him roughly down to her again. She had been so close, so agonizingly close to a powerful orgasm, and now she desperately ground her inflamed buttocks down hard into the blanket in an attempt to stem the sexual passion that was blazing out of control in her pulsing vagina.
Suddenly forgotten was all her guilt, her humiliation at the cruel trick Dave had played on her. The lingering feeling of Lee's experienced mouth and tongue working over her throbbing wet pussy had filled her with a desire that was more intense than she had ever believed herself to be capable of. Now, she only wanted to complete the experience, to have the orgasm that would soothe the burning need that was raging throughout her entire lust-wracked body. But still the brawny youth leaned over her writhing form as though he were waiting for something, something she could not comprehend.
"Please . . . do it now, now," she finally gasped, pulling him more tightly against her blazing, wanting body.
Above her, the dark-haired teenager smiled triumphantly at her pleading words. It had galled him, more than he cared to admit to himself that Dave, his quiet bookworm friend, should have gotten into this exciting woman's pants before he, Lee, the biggest stud in school. He wanted to feel this haughty bitch squirming under him, to show the others that she wanted him more than she ever wanted Dave. He wanted her to beg for it.
"Please what?" he demanded coldly.
"Please do it to me," Jessica cried, no longer caring what she must sound like to the others. "Hurry, Lee, I need it. . . now! Now!"
"Then say it right," he growled with cold arrogance. "Beg me to fuck you!"
"Ooooooh, God, don't make me do that-I can't, I can't," she groaned pitifully, fighting with all her strength and courage to escape this final, ultimate humiliation. This, she knew, would be the final surrender and there would be no escaping her shameful guilt ever again. This last bit of resistance was the only thing she had left. They had taken everything else, her pride in her virtue, her dignity, her self-respect-everything was gone. But she couldn't let them have the pleasure of hearing her beg too. Then suddenly the confident youngster reached down between their bodies and tauntingly ran his finger up and down the wet, hungering length of her open pussy. Quaking at the unbelievable electric sensation that seared her frazzled nerve ends, and without thinking, Jessica at last opened her mouth and gasped out shamelessly.
"Oh, for God's sake, Lee, fuck me, fuck me, please!"
As the other youngsters whooped victoriously, Jessica knew that her humiliation and degradation were utterly complete now. Now that she had said the lewd and obscene words that she had barely dared think of before, she was certain that she would never be the same again. For just once in her life she had allowed herself to lose control over all the things that she knew were right and now she was no better than a low prostitute, a filthy slut off the street who pandered to innocent teenage boys!
"Wow, you really get her there, Lee," Dave crowed exultantly from his vantage point above. "Now, give it to her! Teach her a lesson for me!"
Hovering above Jessica's quivering loins, Lee watched her for a moment, his eyes widening as he realized that he had actually driven the beautiful teacher wild with desire. He could wait no longer. As the excited woman's legs kicked up and her heels curled around his sinewy hips, the dark-haired teenager thrust his pelvis down toward the gaping slit of her throbbing cunt. With no further preliminaries, the boy grasped his rigid prick and guided the thick blood-filled head straight into her waiting vagina, his body smacking down on her with a force that knocked the air from her lungs. He levered up on his arms, then drove his granite-hard penis as deep as it would go into her hungry clasping pussy. His balls smacked with a thud against her buttocks before he pulled out to ram his skewering length into her again.
"Ooooooh." she moaned ecstatically beneath the sex-crazed boy as the warm moist walls of her vagina slipped wetly over his shaft of stiff flesh like a glove. Lee's short, thick cock raced in and out of the depths of her belly, her wetness surrounding it and lubricating his every stroke.
As the youth ground his pelvis down into her writhing flesh, Jessica strained back under him, arching her quaking loins up to him, lifting both of their pumping bodies up off the wooly blanket with the strength of her upward thrusts.
She moaned ceaselessly beneath the young, pounding body, opening and closing her legs around his hips as her head flailed from side to side in wild sexual abandon. This was what she had needed, and God, it was so good! The wanton teacher chanted incoherent encouragements to the brown-haired youngster as his jerking cock pistoned into her mercilessly. Lee's warm slippery tongue rammed deep into her open mouth, his saliva drooling down into her throat, and Jessica sucked insanely at it, savoring the musky pungent flavor of her own secretions on the boy's mouth.
Her body was caught up in a mad spiral of naked, raw lust that she had never known existed . . . let alone in her. She moaned again as she strained her body toward the peak of sensation that was now so near, so very near. Then, suddenly, as she bucked uncontrollably beneath the boy's slamming body, she felt his cock stiffen without warning and begin spewing its white hot liquid far into the hidden recesses of her tortured womb.
Spurt after spurt of the sticky cum ricocheted against the walls of her expanded passage, drowning her cervix in its creamy warmth. Jessica groaned in an agony of frustration. It had been too soon again, too soon! She was so close, the peak just a moment away. She strained crazily for it, but the exhausted boy's dead weight fell heavily across her still-writhing body. The spent, rapidly deflating prick hung useless between her churning thighs as she angrily buffeted her wet pelvis up against it.
Tears of fury and desperation rolled down her flushed cheeks but the soft, dangling penis limply evaded her anguished upward thrusts.
Lee rolled from her body, breathing heavily in satiation. He'd gotten his fun and now it was going to be a hell of an afternoon for the rest of the boys. The lust-fires raged on in Jessica's cruelly aroused body, even as Lee rose and stumbled off the blanket.
She was already looking forward to the next cock, her buttocks grinding down into the floor in hungry anticipation. Through the haze of her passion, the beautiful teacher barely made out the face of Tighe leaning over her, grinning in satisfaction. "What is it you want, Mrs. Davis?" he asked her mockingly, shrugging his shoulders in feigned wonder.
"Oh, God, tell someone to fuck me! Hurry, please!" she wailed. Her unsatisfied cunt was a steaming hot cavern now that twitched like a nerve out of control and ached to be filled. Her muscles felt so tense that she was dimly afraid they might explode if someone didn't put a cock into her right away. She began to sob hysterically, crying for release from the torture of her sexual need. Then, suddenly, she gasped and held her breath. Tighe had moved back and in his place was a blonde-haired youth, perhaps the biggest boy Jessica had ever seen. Her eyes traveled down his muscular naked body and her cries died in her throat as her gaze locked on the giant cock that reared out from his sinewy belly like a third arm with a huge pair of fists balled below it down between the boy's legs. It was so large that she couldn't believe it at first and then it jerked before her fascinated eyes and she fearfully cringed back into the plaid blanket on the floor.
"That's our friend, 'Big Ben', Mrs. Davis," the biology teacher's voice snickered from somewhere nearby. "He's not very old but I think he'd qualify as a 'real man'. "
* * *
At the sound of the taunting voice, Jessica jerked her eyes away from the sight of the gargantuan cock and stared around the circle of youthful faces. Her body was still hungrily demanding fulfillment, but her mind was rational enough to realize what was about to happen to her sacrificed body. She drew her legs tightly together against the impending danger of the monstrous prick, her terror running rampant through her dazed mind.
"Oh, my God, no," Jessica whispered weakly. "You can't let him. My God, he'll split me in two. Y-you . . . you must be crazy. No woman could take that."
The despairing teacher closed her eyes to blot out the sight of the leering young faces closing in around her to get a better view of the unbelievable spectacle about to take place before them. Following Tighe's gleefully whispered commands, two of the youngsters grasped her ankles and forced them far apart. The delicate sensitive slit nestling in the dark forest of her pubic hair flowered into full view of the young spectators, while the others strained closer to view the throbbing genitals of the struggling woman. Curious hands darted out to pinch quickly at the full white globes of her breasts, digging in greedily for a moment, squeezing, then nervously withdrawing.
As the boy called Ben climbed between her wide-splayed legs, Jessica shook her head back and forth in horrified stupefaction. No, it couldn't be true! He would kill her, tear her apart! His penis wasn't human. She couldn't allow them to do this to her!
Suddenly, Jessica's face twisted in anguish as the restraining hands on her ankles raised the slender white columns up off the floor and over her shoulders until her very toes were touching the blanket at the back of her head. Every agonized muscle in her body felt as though it were being stretched beyond all human endurance. The flat plane of her delicate hair-covered pussy was offered up to the hulking blonde-haired youth in sacrificial offering. It was his to plunder at will . . .
Ben grinned down at it fiendishly, his lusterless eyes leering and his lips bared back over his teeth in undisguised lust. The young brute stroked his immense cock with both hands as if in greedy preparation for the assault upon the helpless up-tilted cunt before him. His huge body swayed on his knees like a mountainside about to crash down in an avalanche and the glistening purplish skin on the head of his cock shone menacingly in the pale twilight. He shuffled forward ponderously with his pelvis and his huge bulging prick jutting out, the great trunk of hard flesh bouncing slightly as he moved.
Jessica peered up through her wide-spread thighs, her eyes agog in awed terror as she watched the muscles bulge dramatically on the young torso advancing on the exposed crevice between her legs. She could not tear her eyes away from the vile obscene instrument that was about to rip into her still-trembling body in vicious rape. The sight hypnotized her into abject stillness and she could do nothing but wait for the terrible assault to begin.
Suddenly, without further warning, the grinning Big Ben jerked his hips back and Jessica found herself lifting her pelvis upward as though she were under some kind of spell, searching with her gaping hot pussy for that monstrous fleshy pole that was about to rip her belly asunder. The lust-incited group around the blanket gaped as the great fanning cock-head found her moist warm opening and fumbled for a moment, nosing at the pink, ragged edges of flesh as she ground her pelvis frantically up at it. Then, the muscles of the boy's buttocks tightened as he lifted himself high in the air over the up-turned loins of the wide-eyed woman. The thick palpitating head poised at the wet wide-stretched opening to her greedy cunt for what seemed an eternity, then the youngster jerked his pelvis forward with one brutal lunge and the huge blood-filled tip disappeared between her legs into the soft, fleshy, down-covered folds of her cunt lips.
"Aaaaggghhh!" she screamed, tossing her head insanely from side to side at the agonizing pain of the giant penetration.
The burly youth flexed his buttocks and the mammoth prick-head submerged another torturous inch into her as she desperately tried to free her legs from the ruthless imprisoning hands of the other boys, to kick loose and escape the inhumanly large impalement. But the hands held her firmly in place in the humiliating position.
"Uuuuggghhh! No! It's too big! Ooooooh, stop!" she cried brokenly, certain that she was being torn up the middle. The pain was unbearable, racking her cruelly-stretched body like tiny sharp puncturing needles.
The huge boy levered up on his hands and pushed forward again, driving the relentless monster even another inch into her narrow channel.
"AAAaaaaaaggghhh!" she screamed again.
Hot breath coursed over her naked, sweating body as the boys leaned closer, their faces hovering within inches of her straining nudity. She felt hands clutching at her Breasts from all around her and more hands and fingers reaching out to touch and squeeze every accessible inch of her flesh until it seemed as though she were covered with tiny crawling things, all feverishly working to enter every opening of her body.
"Noooooo! Pleeeeeease!" Jessica sobbed hysterically, tears pouring out from under the trembling lids of her closed, unseeing eyes.
But her struggling protests seemed only to incite Big Ben, the teenager fucking into her from above her, and with a sadistic grin he suddenly pushed forward with a crushing thrust that plowed the monstrous prick deep into the narrow, resisting passageway, pushing great waves of pink moist flesh before it. The suffering teacher quaked convulsively as the gigantic shaft plunged relentlessly on into her belly. Her lust-dimmed mind raced in a frantic attempt to understand what was happening to her as the huge cock filled her, crowding and smashing her inner organs as it tunneled even deeper, deeper. She felt as though it would burst through to her throat if it didn't stop, but still the monstrous penis drove deeper into her, tearing her soul from her body in overwhelming waves of depraved sensuality.
Then it stopped! With an ass-crushing jolt, the boy's pelvis slammed loudly against the stretched globes of her buttocks and the immense sperm-swollen testicles collided suddenly into the wide-split crevice of her ass. The huge lust-inflated prick was sunk all the way up to the hilt in her tortured pussy, filling every part of her insides.
The teenager hovered motionless for a moment over the teacher s prostrate form, waiting for the groaning woman to adjust to the presence of his huge shaft planted in her white soft belly. He watched as her pain-contorted face began to relax, her tightly-clenched teeth slowly opening in surprised relief as the initial agony of the massive intrusion gradually faded.
Big Ben gently flexed the giant rod inside her and a deep groan escaped her lips as her teeth again clenched tightly against the pain. The youth flexed again, then again, grinning knowingly at the others around him when the groans became softer and softer as Jessica's hot throbbing passage began to accept the unnatural size of the colossal cock.
He started to move his hips in a slow revolving motion, grinding the huge member tightly into the teacher's naked pussy, stretching the still-cringing wet walls until the enormous shaft fit in the sheath of her vagina like a piston in a well-oiled cylinder. Incredulous eyes peered lustfully within inches of the enormous buried weapon, amazed that the tight tiny hole they had seen before could have swallowed the whole length of it.
Again, this time more boldly, unknown hands rubbed lewdly over the twin moons of her ass and kneaded her flattened breasts. She felt fingers pulling cruelly at the fleshy hair lined lips that clamped so tightly around the huge embedded prick. The beautiful woman stiffened in shock as she felt an anonymous finger-tip probe under the dangling balls at her tiny puckered anus, flicking teasingly at the wrinkled hole like a wild tongue. She winced as it paused and then suddenly popped through the tight surrounding nether ring, worming deeply into the tender spongy flesh inside her rectum. It moved around, expanding the tiny opening until the very palm of the intruding hand lay flat against her rounded ass-cheeks, the whole finger buried securely within the dry throbbing tunnel.
Tiny bursts of protest broke from her lips. Her vaginal passage felt stretched and torn beyond all possible repair, and the dual ravishing of her loins with some boy's long thick finger implanted deep inside her rectum made the feeling all the more intense. She tried not to move as she felt the pain easing with the stillness of her body, then the lust-incited youth ground and twisted his finger deeper, circling it wider and expanding her anal passage until she thought it would split from the almost unbearable pressure. Another hand cupped her naked breast, teasing and pulling at every part of its soft round firmness until she feared it would burst from the painful manipulations.
Kneeling over her jack-knifed, trembling form, the huge awkward Big Ben began a painful sawing motion in and out of Jessica's moistly stretched pussy with long lunging strokes. His nostrils flared as he thrust forward mercilessly from the apex of his withdrawal and battered her pain-wracked body back down against the hard floor with each stroke. The hulking youth slipped his big hands down to the rounded curves of her hips, holding tightly to them as he slipped the warm soft sheath of her throbbing vagina back over the thickness of his young cock as though he were thrusting his hand into a small vaseline-filled hole lined with rubber. The finger imbedded in her asshole joined the slowly-pistoning cock in a rhythmic fucking duel that raised whimpers and whines of pleasure and pain in time to their simultaneous ravishment of her loins. The torturous pain that she had felt only a few minutes before was now suddenly fading and, in its place, an odd sensation of tingling pleasure began to flow through Jessica's captive body.
The outrageous debasement and subjugation she had experienced that afternoon had begun to build up to a strange masochistic excitement that was seizing control of her mind and body, making her forget everything but the wonderful feeling of being fucked half to death by a cock that was almost as big around as her arm. Her buttocks began to rotate experimentally with her first attempt at movement since the torturing impalement began and then, feeling no pain, she allowed herself to follow the rhythm of the cock and finger fucking into her, grinding her hips upward with increasing speed to match the movements of the boy above her. The boys around her still reached out to pinch and knead at her soft white flesh, driving her to even greater heights of passionate fervor.
"Oh, yes, fuck me . . . fuck me, fuck me," she now crooned, squirming her body lustfully to meet the crawling hands and lingers clutching at her sensation-maddened flesh. Her eyes opened and she gazed up into Big Ben's face in blurred ecstasy. On every side of her she could see naked boys, many holding tightly to their cocks, stroking themselves in time to the monstrous prick drubbing into her pulsating cunt and the unknown finger fucking ceaselessly into her clenching rectum like another invading prick. She was a prisoner, surrounded by long hard shafts of flesh and she had lost her will to be free. She was lost, almost unconscious with delight at the merciless assaults on her cunt and asshole, strapped between their slamming, battering strokes like a trapped animal.
"Oh, God, don't stop, don't ever stop! Fuck me, fuck me!" she cried huskily into the air, rotating her upturned ass faster and faster to keep pace with the two pistons of flesh-penis and finger pummeling into her loins like a single devilish fucking machine. Her entire being was centered around those two skewering rods and nothing else was important-not shame, not fear, nothing in the world but the pulsing reality of the hard flesh riveting into her hot steaming furrow.
Jessica became gradually aware of a movement near her head and she opened her eyes again to see Dave moving nervously closer, his cock jutting rigidly out from his loins. Tighe noticed the blonde boy's agitation as well and he motioned for Big Ben to stop for a moment as they all looked inquiringly at the blushing teenager.
"P-Please, Mr. Tighe, I'm just going to explode if I can't do something soon," the boy anxiously explained. "Do you think maybe that I could do it in her mouth while Big Ben fucks her too? Please, could I?"
Jessica heard no reply and she was too dazed from the force of her passion to actually understand what was happening when the monstrous cock was suddenly withdrawn from her dilated pussy. She groaned in feeble protest but no longer struggled against the eager hands that rolled her battered body over on the rumpled blanket until she was resting flat on her stomach.
"Get up on your knees!" Tight sharply commanded the beautiful, panting teacher. Behind her on the bed, Big Ben impatiently grabbed at Jessica's full, satin-like flanks and jerked her to her knees. She swayed for a moment as she knelt there on all fours, her sex-drugged brain reeling with the effort to keep her body erect as they maneuvered her into position. She smiled weakly then, as she felt the monolithic pulsing cock being wedged tightly between her open thighs. Unconsciously, she waved the stretched moons of her buttocks back at the youth and felt the huge blunt tip pressing against the now-dripping opening of her cunt. With a loud grunt, the boy behind her lunged forward against her, impaling her body on his massive prick and causing her to jump forward with surprise at the sudden ruthless thrust.
Her startled face ran head-on into another hard waiting cock that rammed without warning between her moist red lips and into the warm saliva of her mouth. She could feel the slippery glans sliding wetly up the full length of her tongue, tiny droplets of lubricating fluid seeping from it and filling the warm cavern between her cheeks with its pungent salty taste.
"Hey, guys, look at her suck my prick," she heard Dave say-Dave, the sweet innocent youth who had started her down the road to this final degradation. "Yeah, suck it, suck it, bitch," he ordered in his high voice, a voice that was nevertheless raspy with lusty delight as he began to saw viciously into his teacher's mouth as though it were a second delicious cunt. "And I don't care if you're satisfied or not this time!"
She gagged as he rammed it halfway down her throat, the full length of the boy's long, slender penis disappearing between her ovaled lips. As the two boys began to thrust in and out of both ends of her sandwiched body, Jessica was dimly aware of the swinging balls dancing against her throat and the short, wiry pubic hair that grazed her chin and nose each time the boy in front of her shoved forward. She fought for breath, managing to catch small gasps of air on the out-stroke between Dave's cruel thrusts.
"Oh God," she groaned inwardly as they pummeled her lust-driven form back and forth between them, using her captive body as a receptacle into which they would pump their lewd sperm. She no longer felt human but like a great mass of quivering flesh created just for this moment. Suddenly the very debasement of her situation flickered through her mind and the very humiliation of the two boys buffeting her viciously between them began to excite her even more and more.
The resources of desire deep in her belly blossomed out to full bloom once more and she began to roll her buttocks in tiny circles, tightening her cunt muscles on the giant fleshy prick skewering into her from behind. She wanted to milk it dry, to feel the sticky hot sperm squirting into her stomach until it overflowed her juicy pussy and ran down the insides of her wide-spread, quivering legs. Behind her, Big Ben was building toward the end. He began to thrust into her harder and faster, battering mercilessly against the milky cheeks of her upturned buttocks with his hard-driving loins. His big meaty hands gripped her writhing hips, squeezing the soft flesh into random crazy shapes beneath his clenching fingers. His lips bared back against his teeth and he could not close his mouth. He looked down at the woman's slender bucking body and bobbing head, and the sight of the lovely brunette being ravished from both ends sent chills up his spine.
"Jesus, Jesus!" someone sputtered from among the boys gaping at the obscene spectacle. "Christ-almighty, just look at that, would you!"
The saliva in Jessica's cock-filled mouth was becoming thick and sticky from the emissions of lubricating fluids that seeped from the end of the boyish hardness sunk into the warm depths of her widely ovaled lips. She could see Dave's slim hips straining before her face as though he were in the throes of a spastic seizure. The teenager's strong fingers wound tightly in her shiny blonde hair, pulling her wide-stretched lips back and forth over the entire length of his thrusting lance of flesh.
The beautiful teacher felt her own excitement mounting as the youthful penis began to throb and expand in her sucking mouth, ramming forward down to her tonsils as though it were trying to collide with the big thick prick pistoning into her belly from behind. She had never felt so utterly used and debauched in her life and yet every moment seemed to bring her closer to a brain-reeling orgasm. She sucked with her mouth and wriggled her buttocks wildly as her peak approached. There was nothing else in the world now but to please Tighe and the boys as well as her luscious body could, and to wallow obscenely in her own pleasure at the same time.
Simultaneously with the rising tide of her climax, she felt the huge cock fucking into her seething pussy begin to jerk and inflate. She felt her thighs and buttocks being swept apart as the blonde-haired youth drove powerfully into her, shoving his immense prick as far as it could go into her belly to spew his hot white charge into her wildly-constricting cunt. Jessica humped back on it violently as she felt the milky white fluid spurting hotly into her dilated womb, filling it until she thought she would pop open. Then, she felt it dribbling back out of the hair-covered lips of her pussy jammed back against Big Ben's muscular loins. His bloated testicles slapped maddeningly against her clitoris, causing her to lunge spasmodically forward, burying Dave's swelling prick in her wildly sucking mouth all the way up to his pubic hair. Then, it burst forth with a sudden violence, flooding Jessica's cheeks and throat with the boiling pungent liquid until she had to swallow rapidly to keep from choking on the great gushes of sperm.
Her lips clasped tightly around the lurching prick, fearful of losing even one drop of the precious fluid. Still, though, small droplets oozed from the corners of her mouth and on down to her chin as the dark-haired youngster collapsed on the blanket in front of her, his softening penis flopping out limply from her still-sucking mouth. Thin, glistening strands of the viscous milky fluid connected her lips with the now-deflated cock several inches away from her face.
The impassioned teacher skewered her hips back onto the monstrous slamming penis still spewing its load into her cunt, and with a wail from between tightly-clenched teeth, felt her body soar up and explode into what seemed a shower of tiny blazing stars, coursing through her being with an ecstasy that sent her brain whirling crazily.
A moment or so later, her strength was suddenly exhausted and she slipped down on the floor as the huge cock popped out lifelessly from her passion-drenched pussy. Refreshing wafts of cool air rushed into the now empty reddened opening as her body lay limp and spent on the soft plaid blanket.
After that, Jessica had little conception of time or personalities, but fucked and sucked as she was directed by the exultant biology teacher. The beautiful rapacious teacher was now beyond humiliation or any kind of thought. Her body still reacted automatically with orgasm after orgasm, but her strength had left her and she mechanically did as she was told.
She was nothing but a mindless body now, an unthinking doll to be used by the youngsters in their selfish quests for sensual satisfaction. For a seeming eternity, she moved her body weakly to quell her young students' lewd desires. There was nothing in her world but cocks, big cocks, little cocks, long, short, thick, skinny . . . cocks to fuck and cocks to suck. It didn't matter any more.
It was dark before the deserted hallways of the school building were echoing the sound of Lee's and Dave's footsteps. They had been the last to leave.
Jessica was alone in her classroom, lying in a near-stupor of exhaustion on the wrinkled sperm-soaked blanket that one of the youngsters had probably stolen from his parents' home. From somewhere outside the building, the spent woman could hear excited female chattering, punctuated by loud masculine guffaws, but she no longer had the energy to even wonder what was going on. The only thought in her dazed mind was that, somehow, she would have to drag her battered body from the school before the night watchman arrived.
Moaning softly at the aches and bruises that seemed to mark every muscle in her body, she stumbled to her feet, grasping desks and chairs for support as she searched in the darkness for her scattered clothing. It was too soon for her to try to understand all that had occurred that afternoon. Tomorrow was Saturday. There would be no school and time enough for her to make whatever judgments and decisions she could.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Throughout the long, lonely night, Jessica had lain awake, huddling in her bedclothes as she mentally re-lived the terrifying hours she had spent in her classroom yesterday after school, helpless on the floor as one youngster after another thrust his hard penis into her mouth or vagina, using her as a mindless mass of human flesh in which to vent their lust. As the shock and terror of the experience had slowly receded, a new kind of horror had begun to fill her mind. For she had been unable to avoid the fact that she had enjoyed it, enjoyed almost every moment of that filthy, obscene afternoon. What kind of person was she?
That question had haunted her in the darkness of her bedroom long after she had stumbled into her apartment and fallen into bed, only to discover that there was no sleep to be found that night.
Terrible visions of sickness and depravity had filled her mind, making her wonder if she were not someone entirely different from the cultured, well-bred woman she had seen in the mirror for all her years as an adult.
As she carefully mixed herself a cup of instant coffee in the cold watery light of the morning, Jessica decided that she had probably been a little hysterical last night. After all, she had been forced to do everything she had done yesterday afternoon and her muscles still hurt from the brutal ravishment she had undergone. She knew that the emotional scars from that experience would be with her for many years, but at least it was already in the past. It would never happen again.
Or would it?
Jessica's hand began to tremble, spilling coffee over her kitchen counter as she suddenly realized that any one of those boys could blackmail her again, as many times as they wanted, in the same way that Rob Tighe had forced her to submit to them in her classroom. And it could spread with each of the youngsters telling other friends until she was nothing more than a helpless whore, a community punchboard for the boys of Carlton High School and everyone else they knew-if word didn't reach their parents or the police first! And she was absolutely powerless to stop them!
"Mr. Tighe? This Jessica Davis. I must speak to you right away."
He was the only person who might be able to convince the boys to keep quiet about what happened.
Jessica pulled the front door of Carlton High School quietly shut behind her and placed her teacher's key in her handbag. In both directions, the corridors were deserted, their polished floors gleaming dully in the gray mid-day light. Her own breathing seemed deafening in the airless stillness of the locked school and she wondered if Rob Tighe were truly going to meet her here as he had promised earlier when she had called his home. The building seemed too quiet for there to be anyone else here, but then she bitterly remembered the silence of the school building before the plotting students had burst into her classroom on Tighe's signal.
The memory stirred her to action and she strode briskly down to the Biology room at one corner of the main building. As she walked the voluptuous blonde forced herself to relax and once again, went over in her mind the things that she planned to say to Rob. She knew that the man had no real reason to help her out and yet, surely he too would be in serious trouble if the news of yesterday's orgy ever got out. She truly hoped that she would be able to reason with him and, if necessary, make him pity her enough to let her off the hook.
In another moment, she was in the doorway of the dimly-lighted classroom designated for Biology. As usual the shades were half pulled down on the windows and Jessica's gaze scanned the semi-darkness of the room in search of the middle-aged teacher. She found him sitting on a work table, surrounded by the shelves of sparkling beakers and test-tubes.
"Come in, Mrs. Davis," he said in his soft, breathy voice, "What makes you want to see me so badly on a dismal Saturday morning such as this?"
Jessica drew in a deep breath and stepped into the room.
"Mr. Tighe, I don't want to waste words," she began hurriedly, not wanting to let her courage drain away before she could say all the things she had been thinking. "I admit that I've made some mistakes in my life, but unless you help me, I-"
"Yes, you want some help in dealing with the boys, of course," he said with a small smile as he slipped off the edge of the table to stand facing her. "Naturally I would be happy to help you . . . after you've made some gesture of, umm, shall we say, good will?"
"Why, I think I'm showing enough good will just by talking to you . . . after yesterday. I should be afraid . . . " Jessica's indignant sputtering trailed off as she suddenly realized what the paunchy teacher was suggesting. "Do you mean to say that you actually expect. . . that I. . . after yesterday . . . after what happened. . . ? "
"Mrs. Davis, you came to me for help, did you not?" he asked slyly, reminding her, then adding with a snicker, "After all, I thought I was being rather gallant yesterday afternoon. As you may recall, I didn't force my attentions on you, and I certainly could have."
The beautiful English teacher's heart sank and she slowly dropped her coat and purse on the nearest work table. She desperately needed this man's help, but she did not want to go to such awful lengths to obtain it. "No matter what you did, Mr. Tighe, you must have forgotten that you organized that little after-school party yesterday afternoon," she shot back. "And I'd say that your own position is just as shaky as mine."
"Oh no, my dear, that little affair was organized by poor Dave to revenge his ego, the one you shattered. Any one of those boys can tell you who was at fault, and why," he replied with a foreboding smile. "Now, do you want my help or not, Mrs. Davis?"
"Yes, of course I want it," she snapped. "But how am I ever going to get free of this mess if you people don't stop blackmailing me?" She was feeling more and more trapped and she knew that she had no choice but to do anything he demanded of her. Still, she felt that she was justified in becoming annoyed at the paunchy man's casual assumption that she had no choice but to obey his every word.
"Mrs. Davis, the only way you're going to keep your job and stay out of jail is to do exactly what I tell you," the man coolly informed her. "Now please remove your clothes and shut your mouth. I don't have the time or the patience to listen to your female whining."
Tighe was thoroughly enjoying this cruelty to his beautiful colleague who reminded him so much of his ex-wife. He secretly wished that there were some way he could prolong the agony for the lovely, exciting woman.
Jessica fumed with anger at his attitude, thinking to herself how rotten he was to dare to talk to her like that. No matter what dangers she was threatened with, she didn't have to accept this sort of treatment, she raged inwardly. Ignoring her better judgment, she rushed across the room to where the grinning teacher stood and slapped his face with all of her strength, the sharp sound filling the silence like the crack of a rifle shot. Then, feeling better, she turned around and walked back to where she had left her purse and coat, savoring the stunned expression she had seen on his wrinkled face after she had hit him. Picking up her things, she was on the verge of leaving the room when his next words struck her like a solid blow in the stomach.
"Did you know that Dave's father is an old college buddy of mine . . . and a Judge?" His voice was surly as he added, "I'm going to play golf with him this afternoon. . . . "
Jessica whirled around and stared in horror at the red print her hand had left on Tighe's cheek. His blue eyes glinted malevolently back at her and suddenly nothing, not even her self respect, seemed as important now as doing anything necessary to keep the Biology teacher happy . . . and quiet.
"Oh God, I'm so sorry, Mr. Tighe," she gasped apologetically. "Please forgive me. I swear I'll do anything you want but don't say anything to Dave's father."
"Then get those fucking clothes off, you overheated bitch," he snarled, tearing at the buttons of his own sport shirt. The pain of her sudden blow and the idea that she would dare walk out after having begged him to meet her today, angered Tighe and he decided to teach her a lesson she would never forget. He remembered the night that his wife had left, calling him a pervert-and why she had been so horrified. Perhaps the ravishing Mrs. Davis might like a new experience, he thought with a sadistic smile.
As quickly as she could, Jessica followed his directions, tearing off the garments she had so carefully donned in preparation for the talk she had planned on having with him. Though a part of her was still infuriated with him for the treatment he so smugly gave her, she forced herself to ignore it and follow his orders. She knew that she could rot afford to displease him again.
Her mind tried to formulate thoughts of escape but she struggled against them. She did not want to think at all now and wanted only blankness to help her endure this ordeal. Obediently, she completed her undressing and watched as he did the same. When she was finished, she pulled out a chair from one of the work tables and sat down, actually noticing for the first time what the man really looked like. Though Tighe was a medium-sized man, his spindly body padded only by a thick roll of fat around his waist, the cock that hung down from below his belly was unusually thick and his weighty balls swayed between His legs as he stroked up and down the length of his sex, moving the thick foreskin back and forth over the bulbous head of his half-erect penis.
Butterflies flitted through Jessica's stomach as she tried not to imagine this man touching her private parts. But then, as the naked man drew up a chair to sit down beside her and began softly stroking her upper thighs, the beautiful teacher was horrified to realize that wispy tendrils of unwanted desire were almost automatically following the path of his teasing fingers. What had happened to her in the short time she had been teaching at this school? she wondered in astonishment. Here she was selling her body like a whore, even though the price was her own freedom, and this same body was already betraying her!
No, this time she would not give in to the temptation of her senses, the anguished blonde firmly vowed to herself as her smooth white flesh became alert to the caresses of his demanding fingers searching over her soft, ivory flesh. A rash of goose-bumps rose over her sensitive flesh as his fingertips slipped teasingly over the rose-colored peaks of her full, magnificent breasts. A moan forced its way past the beautiful woman's trembling lips as she reached down to her belly to firmly push her unresisting milk-white loins apart and pinch tauntingly at the delicious narrow slit between them.
The leering Tighe stroked his throbbing penis slowly, obscenely, as he gaped at the open hair-covered triangle between her slightly parted legs. His mouth watered, saliva dripping down from his slack lips as his greedy eyes feasted lewdly on Jessica's pale flawless body. His watery gaze nauseated her and she finally shuddered and gasped:
"No, please don't touch me! I've changed my mind!"
"You can't afford to change your mind, Mrs. Davis," he rasped evilly, forcing a finger between the ragged pink edges of her pussy to teasingly caress the tiny bud of her sensitive clitoris. "Or do you want to go to prison for child-molesting?"
"It doesn't matter," she cried in misery. "I just can't do it. Do you hear me, I just can't!"
"That's what you said yesterday," he grinned fiendishly as he reached out and grasped one of her full heaving breasts in a claw-like grip. He leaned forward, his fingers digging harshly into her soft warm flesh as his thick, long cock slowly reached full erection, pressing against the smooth satiny skin of her fleecy thigh.
"Please Mr. Tighe . . . please don't," she gasped, cringing back into the chair as painful memories of the savage rape on the night before whirled through her mind. But the gross-bodied teacher just grinned at her frightened pleas and moved his other hand to quickly slip two fingers into the tight warm slit between her shivering legs. He methodically rotated them in her moist vagina, watching the voluptuous woman's face as she fought the temptation of the teasing probe, desperately fought surrender to it.
"Stop, stop it, pleeeeeease," she groaned again, even as her wayward body suddenly betrayed her. Without conscious decision on her part, Jessica's pearly-white hips began to move in slow, almost imperceptible circles, grinding to meet the rhythmic penetration of Tighe's fingers in her awakening, delectable cunt.
In the next moment, she realized her body's involuntary response again, but just as she was about to tense her muscles in angry response again, her defiance faded and she remembered the Biology teacher's implied threat. If she continued to resist him, he might well have her put in jail, and besides, she thought bitterly, how much difference could one more time make anyway? With that thought, the blonde haired teacher ceased to struggle against the sensations that were rippling through her flesh and she allowed her body to respond fully to Tighe's gently stroking fingers. Within moments, her skin sizzled as though he were turning the entire surface of her body into a white-hot sheet of flame with his petting, probing hands.
As the older teacher's insulting fingers darted maddeningly in and out of her rapidly moistening pussy, she nervously tensed her legs until suddenly they fell loosely apart. She could feel his hot rotating cock forcing itself against the white smooth flesh of her hips. Silky, crisp hairs on Tighe's legs played against the tender flesh of her own legs as he moved his chair even closer to hers. The gorgeous blonde's rounded buttocks began to rotate hungrily on the wooden seat of her chair as she became aware of the searing blaze that burned deep in her belly, crying to be quenched by the long rod of stiffened flesh that now dug insistently into her soft white hip.
Rob Tighe sensed his victory. He slowly withdrew his wet fingers from her hungrily clasping cunt and stood up. "Get up, Mrs. Davis," he whispered hoarsely, "and lean over the table."
A tremor of fear passed briefly through her, then faded as she remembered "that morals no longer hindered her. Her fluttering vagina was hopelessly drenched from his methodically stroking fingers and she knew that any further protest would be futile and meaningless. Submitting to his demand, the lust-bodied teacher rose and bent over the table before her, resting her arms on the sleek cool wood so that the pale white orbs of her soft, globular buttocks were presented to him.
"Now, take my cock, bitch, and put it in your asshole," he ordered her in a gasping wheeze of excitement. "And don't give me any trouble, because you have a lot at stake."
Without conscious thought, the beautiful dazed teacher obediently reached back behind her and took hold of the throbbing hard shaft, aiming the swollen purple tip at the tiny brown ring of her tight, hairless anus. The Biology teacher's massive cock leapt in her hand and he thrust impatiently against her as the blonde worked the bloated cock-head up and down the full slit of her naked pussy, lubricating the long, stiff member in her flowing juices. She still had not fully comprehended the curt command from the man behind her until she felt him reach down and guide the hard rubbery tip of his eager cock up from her parted vaginal lips and into the soft yielding moons of her out-thrust buttocks.
Behind her, the middle-aged man gazed down at the spectacle of his long thick prick wedged up against the luscious woman's tiny puckered anus. He had always wanted to fuck a woman there and now he had the perfect opportunity with one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen in his life. His sperm-bloated balls tingled with desire as he took a firm hold on her pliant white buttocks and drew them apart, wider and wider until the tiny brown hole parted a little. Suddenly understanding his intentions, Jessica squirmed and whined, but she could not manage to elude him.
"Please, no! Not there, please!"
"Shut up and spread your legs wider, whore," Tighe snarled coldly. His blunt cock-head rode up against her tightly-clenched anus and he thrust his spindly knees between her voluptuous inner thighs, spreading them apart until Jessica thought she would surely lose her balance and fall. Then she felt his finger probing at the little puckered inlet. She winced, jumping forward slightly as his finger strained against the tiny opening. Suddenly it popped through the tight outer ring of flesh, not hurting as she had anticipated, but rather, sending a sensation of surprised pleasure through her nerves.
Her taut muscles relaxed a little until she felt the extra pressure of another finger penetrating unexpectedly in beside the first. This time the intrusion hurt and she tried to cringe away from him, but the fingers were firmly imbedded in her tight resisting back passage and his other hand securely clamped around her narrow waist. She shuddered in pain as the leering Biology teacher began to move his fingers around inside the now slightly expanding hole, sawing in and out, stretching the tiny anus for the greater entry yet to come.
Jessica's face began to register astonishment as the torturous pain from the unnatural invasion in her backside began to fade and be replaced by a strange, almost masochistic pleasure as a sense of oddly-appealing subjugation swept over her. Her mouth opened and she began to breathe heavily as the two fingers skewered ceaselessly into her anus, stretching the tiny wrinkled opening until she grunted out a confused mixture of pleasure and pain each time Tighe twisted his hand. The beautiful blonde started to writhe in total surrender to the cruel probing.
As abruptly as he had driven the fingers in, the panting, middle-aged man withdrew them from her stretched rectum. They seemed to slip out reluctantly, the moist brown skin around her anus clasping greedily to the body digits until at last they popped out with a slight sucking sound. Tighe paused to force her legs wider apart with his knees, then his head dove down between Jessica's parted ass-cheeks to lick wetly at the crevice between them, moistening the tiny puckered opening with his saliva.
"Grab my cock," the Biology teacher snapped from behind her, "and put it where I told you before."
The gorgeous teacher's hand moved hesitantly back to tentatively stroke Tighe's rock-hard cock and she heard him gasp as she wrapped her slim fingers around it experimentally. Her mind was torn with indecision as she realized fearfully that the fleshy rod was thicker than two fingers and she remembered the excruciating pain she had suffered just a few moments ago.
"Goddamit, bitch, put it in your asshole!" the wildly-aroused man snarled again, his hands grasping harshly at her hips to hold them steady in the air. "Do as I tell you!"
Submitting to the cold command, Jessica held her breath and fearfully placed the blunt tip of the rigid prick against the tight, hairless opening in her backside. She trembled apprehensively as she felt the rod of lust-hardened flesh probing and working against her small puckered anus as the Biology teacher grunted and strained forward against her captive body. The rampant prick was slowly wedging itself into the tiny, helplessly cringing aperture and the beautiful blonde clenched her eyes tightly shut as the straining nether ring suddenly gave way before the pressure and the swollen cock-head slipped inside her rectum with a slight audible pop.
"Oh God, noooooo! It's too big! You're killing me!" she burst out in an anguished cry as a spasm of unbearable pain followed the sudden unnatural entry. Jessica struggled and writhed, trying to free herself from the agony of the sudden penetration that vibrated through every fiber of her being but her insane quivering served merely to drive the fiery pole of flesh deep and deeper into her belly.
"Push back, damn you! Shove your ass back!" Tighe growled furiously as he pressed on with his sadistic attack on Jessica's cringing buttocks.
In her tortured distraction Jessica automatically obeyed the other teacher's authoritative command and when she deliberately opened her tightly-clenched buttocks, the long gleaming cock surged mercilessly into the spongy resilient flesh of her ass as the panting man behind her pressed forward with all his strength.
"Aaaaaaaaaggggggh! Nooooooooo!" the beautiful teacher groaned, her face twisting in pain as his pelvis smacked loudly against the softness of her twin white buttocks. The cruel fleshy thickness was buried to the hilt in her painfully fisted passage. She was hopelessly impaled on the Biology teacher's long, throbbing cock.
Leering like a demon down at the sight of his hefty prick imbedded deep in the trembling body of the exquisite blonde teacher, the gasping middle-aged Tighe began to saw rhythmically in and out of the pink inflamed passage, ignoring the piteous sobs of pain that escaped from Jessica's tortured lips. He pistoned into her warm velvety rectum with hard cruel thrusts, delightedly watching the raw pink flesh that followed that hard-flicking cock out of the backstroke as though her anus were fighting his prick's withdrawal. Then, without warning, the anguished beauty began to squirm back to meet the skewering lunges of the impaling member.
Jessica felt the pain miraculously lessening, a weird kind of pleasure taking its place, and she shook her head from side to side, her golden locks flying wildly around her face as he rammed into her again and again. Her anal muscles tightened throbbingly around the long, slippery length powering in and out of her stretched rear passage and she began to undulate her buttocks in tight tiny circles, waving the full-rounded cheeks of her soft white ass back at Tighe in open invitation for more of the unnatural skewering. Even though some trace of the pain still remained, it was strangely pleasurable and she found herself thrusting and squirming back to get more and more of the obscene impalement each time the gasping man jerked forward into her.
Standing behind her, the paunchy man watched in ecstatic delight as his thick cock pushed and pulled at the stretched pink flesh of Jessica's clasping asshole. He began a series of brutal strokes that drove his pulsating member plunging all the way up to the hilt in the helplessly moaning teacher's wide-split crevice, filling her insides almost to bursting point. Her full white breasts jiggled sensuously against the wooden table with each pounding lunge and his balls smacked rhythmically against her cunt below, bringing further mewlings of pleasure from between her tightly clenched teeth.
Sweat beaded Jessica's forehead as she ground back on the pistoning cock like an insane woman, bucking and writhing her body beneath his assault. "Oh, fuck it, fuck it," she chanted deliriously as the Biology teacher pressed tightly against her soft buttocks and rotated the blunt head around and around deep inside her rectum.
Her obvious surrender added to Tighe's excitement and in a sadistic effort to tease the beautiful woman, he pulled his imbedded cock almost all the way out of her rectum until just the mushroom-shaped tip rested inside the hot passage, then grinned as he saw her try to squirm back on its rigid length.
But the spectacle inflamed his own lust as well and with a hoarse groan, he pulled her ass cheeks wider apart and drove his pelvis into her smooth yielding behind with a jarring vicious smack. He began to ram rapidly into her, hard and deep, battering into her quivering backside with brutal slaps that resounded through the empty classroom. His sweating face dripped on her lovely hollowing back, making it glisten in the steely afternoon light. He had now completely lost control of his obscene lust and he felt his cock expanding in the warmth of Jessica's stretched rectum. His balls began to throb almost painfully and his hardened prick felt as though it were about to explode in the rubbery tight grip of the gorgeous woman's vise-like back passage.
Below him, Jessica was mumbling and whimpering incoherently and he increased the speed and power of his strokes until the table she was leaning over began to slip across the floor with every brain-rattling lunge.
The beautiful blonde waved her ass salaciously back against his pounding loins, wanting him to cum. She wanted him to shoot his great load of seething creamy liquid deep into her belly. She could feel a great wetness in the crevice of her writhing ass and there was no longer any of the former pain, but only a lovely feeling of being' filled, filled more completely than she had ever been before. She bucked frantically back against the huge cock as she felt it throb into an even greater size, straining the ravaged muscles of her forever-stretched ass-hole almost beyond endurance.
"Oh cum, cum! My God, cum!" she grunted urgently as she felt him thrust the total expanded measure of his rock-hard, hammering penis into her hot rubbery rectum, his body jerking convulsively, his hands tearing at her flesh in wild abandon.
Jessica suddenly heard the laboring man gasp and groan behind her as he slammed the iron-hard length of his prick into her contracting, velvety rectum, causing her to whine in a delirium of joy. He did it again, roughly pulling her back onto him like fitting a tight sleeve on an oversized arm, then rotated the throbbing lust-inflated cock-head deep in her rectum again. She mewled with delight. Then, the boiling lava of his milky sperm began to churn wildly in his swaying balls and, with one last tremendous thrust, he crashed heavily into her softly yielding buttocks, flattening the smooth globes of flesh hard back against his pelvis.
Beneath his writhing body, Jessica suddenly felt the first delicious torrents of his hot white liquid erupt into the depths of her belly. Its warmth spread through her stomach and surged through her blossoming nerve ends like a volcanic eruption, gush after gush, touching off her own climax. She thrust her face deep into her anus to muffle her scream as a great surge of animal ecstasy rippled through her and she felt her own milky cum fluids streaming from her open cunt below, trickling down her naked inner thighs to mix with the sperm that had oozed out around the-still hotly squirting penis imbedded in her liquid flooded rectum.
Then she slowly collapsed over the table as she felt the Biology teacher begin to withdraw his deflating cock from her sperm-filled behind. There was a wet sucking noise as it slipped out from between the full white globes of her buttocks and a sudden rush of air cooled the steamy wetness of her ravaged loins as she moved exhaustedly from the table and slid back down into one of the classroom's wooden chairs.
A moment later, when the beautiful blonde looked up at the middle-aged teacher, she saw that he was calmly wiping his now-limp penis with a handkerchief he had pulled from his pants pocket, a smug smile of satisfaction brightening his flushed face. She stared at him for a long time, her vision still blurred by her slowly-receding passion, but reality was relentlessly returning, bringing with it the harsh ugliness of her situation.
As complete realization of what had just happened to her returned to the ravaged English teacher, she jumped up from the chair and quickly strode over to the table on which she had left her clothing. Cold-eyed and silent, she hurriedly began to cover her battered and beautiful body, pausing only wide furiously at the sticky streaks of drying cum fluids that striped the insides of her thighs. She did not look again in Tighe's direction until she was completely dressed and had run a comb through her tousled blonde hair. When at last she turned around to face him again, she saw with relief that the man had at least donned his trousers while she was dressing and he was now just zipping up his trouser fly.
"Well, Mr. Tighe, now do you think that you could help me deal with the boys?" she inquired with as much haughty dignity as she could muster. "Don't care how you do it, but I want you to make sure that they never say a word about yesterday afternoon to anybody."
The still-flushed and panting Biology teacher's eyebrows shot up in wry amusement as he heard Jessica's demands. His expression changed to an evil smile and he shook his head. "I'm afraid you misunderstood me, Mrs. Davis. That wasn't what I meant when I offered you help. However, I can offer you some advice."
"Advice?" Jessica asked in unfeigned astonishment. "Are you telling me that after all this, you're not going to use your influence with those youngsters to protect me?" The fact that she felt cruelly used was obvious in her expression of confusion and disappointment.
"My dear woman, I can't safely involve myself with a thing like this. It could ruin my career," he answered casually, smoothly. Then his smile faded and he added briskly, "However, here's my advice. You'd better leave the school, and the state for that matter, as fast as you can. And don't expect to teach again. You know it's impossible to keep a thing like that quiet."
"Leave? Leave the school? Is that all you can say?" she sputtered, barely holding back the angry sobs of mortification that rose to her throat. "But you . . . I let you . . . oh God, in my . . . "
Not waiting to see if the disgusting man had anything more to say, the beautiful teacher grabbed her purse and coat and rushed from his classroom and the school building. She had been duped and blackmailed for the second time in two days and now she, the victim, was being forced to run away before she was prosecuted for her shame and humiliation.
But after the initial anger, Jessica found to her surprise that she was no longer angry, she wanted to leave. After the humiliating experiences of the last two days, there was nothing here that she wanted.
She would leave tomorrow and start anew, and this time, the start would be a lasting one!
