Time and time again people are crying that our educational system is wanting, and as a result needs to be improved. Once upon a time a teacher took on a job as a tutor to make enough money to provide for the necessities of life. Today a teacher takes on a job as a tutor to make a little extra money since every teacher could use some.
Here we have a young female English teacher who is taking on the impossible task of trying to help members of the high school football team so they can continue playing. Everything is contingent on their picking up their English marks. There are three crucial team members, and it has always been their experience that all women like to be played with. As a result, they carry their playfulness too far, taking advantage of a teacher who is willing to give them her time, not in exchange for money, but so that it will be noted on her teaching record that she was giving of herself for the benefit of the school. What never does go down on her record is, just how much of herself she is actually forced to give. For Marilyn Kalian is a modest woman who, until encountering the members of the football team, would never dream of promiscuously offering her body. It is, in fact, a series of rapes which opens her eyes to the actual glories awaiting her so that, in the end, it is the teacher rather than the pupils who really learns a lesson, and as a result, emerges not only as a better teacher, but as a better all-around human being.
CHAPTER ONE
Like all teachers, Marilyn Kalian did not look forward to September. Just as the kids had to return to school, so did the teachers. Just as the kids had to get up early, so did the teachers. The only difference was, rules and regulations for students were different than those for teachers. If a student bent a rule a little, provided it wasn't a serious infraction, it was overlooked. Not so with teachers, who at no time were permitted the littlest crimp in the rules.
Marilyn had been a teacher for more than twelve years, now. She'd had to put up with gross insults, uncaring students, boys with hyperactive thyroids, and girls with nothing beneath their dresses. At the age of thirty-five, Marilyn, who had been married for two less years than she had been teaching, earned enough money to help her husband pay the mortgage and taxes and buy the groceries.
It was Tuesday, September fifth, and the sun was still shining as if it would simmer out. The temperature of the day had been up to eighty-three, and the humidity in Baldrick, the village in which she lived, was its usual ninety-seven degrees. The leaves were still green on the trees, which was all right with Marilyn since she hated red leaves. The grass was still growing and in need of a lawn mower, and the allergy season was in full bloom.
Teaching was not the piece of cake everyone seemed to think it was, and though there wasn't too much teaching the first day of school, Marilyn, like most good teachers, had been preparing at least two weeks in advance, laying out the lessons for the coming semester. She never taught the same thing in the same way. To Marilyn, schoolwork would be very boring indeed if she had to stick to the same books and the same style of teaching. What made her the best English teacher in the school was her ability to vary her teaching style.
The halls had still had that same school smell, and all in all nothing had seemed different in Baldrick Senior High. All the teachers were the same, including the principal, and though three sets of students were a year older and cracking a little wiser, and a new set was coming into the school all set to out-smart-aleck the first three grades, Marilyn had been prepared for them. She was extremely adept at handling students. At least she was adept at handling them in groups of twenty-or-more. Each of her classes, and she had five, daily, had twenty students. One at a time, however, was a different story.
After class, the principal had called her into his office requesting her to sit down. Mr. Kuline, the principal, had a large office, almost as large as a classroom, with walnut wall paneling, green carpeting, two large windows which overlooked the front of the school, and which were washed daily, and a large walnut desk on which it was rumored he'd unethically screwed more than a half dozen people, including three female teachers, two parents who came looking to get their children passing grades, and one senior student willing to do anything to keep from being left back.
Kuline, himself, was a very clever man and was always able to size up people. He knew just who he was able to play around with, and who would report him if he did so. All of five-feet-seven inches tall, he had a balding head, a broad nose, penetrating gray eyes that were always trying to look beneath the surface of people, and a firm chin. Under his nose he sported a black mustache with greying hairs, much the same color as the little bit of hair on the back of his head. He was nattily dressed in his ten-year-old gray suit with the narrow lapels when Marilyn walked in. It was obvious he was intrigued with her. No one would blame him. After all, Marilyn, though thirty-five, was slender, with firm breasts that would not have needed a brassiere-though she always wore one-mahogany-brown hair, and very large soft brown eyes. Marilyn was more than merely pretty, she was striking. Every male teacher in the school had tried getting his hands on her twenty-three-inch waist, but Marilyn had successfully fended them all off. Principal Kuline was wise enough to realize he would get nowhere with her, and being an intelligent man, concentrated his pursuits on women he knew would eventually yield.
Marilyn was wearing her white dress with the green and blue print that day, and when Kuline, without rising, offered her the chair in front of his desk, Marilyn gracefully sat down. Everything she did was graceful. She was a naturally beautiful woman. Her movements were always fluid without being fluttery.
"Mr. Kuline," she nodded.
"We're alone," he told her. "You can call me Al. I hate formality. Marilyn, I'll be frank. As you know, Mr. Warren, the head of the English department is retiring after this year. We're looking for a replacement.""
"I'm well aware of it," Marilyn replied, her voice a lilting musical tone at all times. She fidgeted with the hem of her dress, yanking it down a little more.
"As you also doubtless know, you're one of the two people currently being considered to take his place, and I believe you can go a long way toward helping yourself."
"Look, Al, if this is a pitch to get me on the desk, forget it," Marilyn told him bluntly.
Kuline threw his head back and laughed, then, still smiling, leaned forward in his chair, his fingers lightly tapping on the desk, as he said, "Marilyn, you know better than to think I would allow something like that to influence my decision. No, what I'm thinking of is something we can proudly show off to the entire school district and say, Marilyn Kalian was responsible."
"Just what did you have in mind?" Marilyn asked.
"Tutoring," he replied.
"Oh come on, now. That's the last thing I want to do. When I walk out of here at the end of the school day, I have enough to do at home. I have grades to mark, new tests to make up, and a multitude of class projects to help take care of. The last thing in the world that I want is to be bothered teaching some dumb students who don't really want to learn."
"These dumb students are in desperate need of help," the principal replied. "They're three linebackers on our high school football team. They're seniors, and if they are graduated, and right now that's a mighty big if, they'll all have full football scholarships to attend certain universities. Let's face it, it certainly wouldn't hurt Baldrick High to be able to boast that three college football stars, perhaps eventual pro stars, came from our institution."
"You're saying that if I tutor these boys, you'll see to it that I become the head of the English department?"
"Ah, well, I didn't quite say that, but it would go a long way in influencing the members of the school board."
"Nuts to that," Marilyn told him, tossing her pretty, fluffed hair. "I want it in writing that I'll get your personal backing, or else I'm perfectly willing, to let someone else head the department, even if it does mean an increase in pay."
"My personal backing?"
"We both know how influential you are where the school board is concerned. I want it in writing, because if I don't get that backing I'll publish the letter in the local newspaper, and that'll give everyone the impression we've been sleeping together. You know that'll hurt your reputation a lot more than mine."
"You drive a hard bargain," Kuline told her.
He took a sheet of paper from the center drawer on his desk, wrote on it, signed it, and handed it to Marilyn. She read it carefully, nodded, and said, "This will do just fine. All right, tell the boys to be at my house this afternoon at four, five, and six. I'll let you decide the order in which they arrive. My husband comes home at seven-thirty, so I want the last one out of the house well beforehand, so I can prepare his dinner for him."
"Fine." Kuline nodded.
Marilyn stood and walked out while Kuline remained seated behind his desk, wishing for the umpteenth time she wasn't such a damn upright woman. She'd probably make a great lay.
Marilyn had gotten into her station wagon and she had driven directly home, knowing full well what was on the principal's mind. She wound the wagon through the streets, under shade trees, across avenues, and finally turned into her own driveway. The garage, at the back of the house, had been turned into a little summer house. Since it wasn't attached to her own home, her taxes hadn't been increased.
Marilyn's home was whitewashed stucco on the outside. Inside, it was small, but comfy. The rooms were very small. One entered directly into the living room, which had eight-year-old brown carpeting, and an old velvet green sofa against the left wall. To the right was the entrance into the dining room. As one walked into the dining room one passed stairs against the left wall leading upstairs, and just past the stairs was the entrance to the kitchen.
Marilyn sat on the love seat against the right wall of the dining room. She had no formal dining room furniture, and when she entertained, she often used the dining room as an extension of her living room. She was hot and tired, and the more she thought about it, the angrier she was at having accepted the principal's offer. She didn't even know if she really wanted to be the head of the English department.
Sighing, she looked at her watch. It was three-thirty. She had plenty of time for a shower.
Going upstairs, she walked along the green-carpeted hallway to the bedroom. There, she undressed and stared at herself in the dresser mirror. She was never able to understand why men were so excited at the sight of her. She knew she was a pretty woman, but there were so many pretty women in the world. Naked, she walked into the blue-tiled bathroom. The entire left wall, above the level of the blue tile, which came four-and-a-half feet up from the multi-blue-tiled floor, was a long mirror. In it, she studied her features and had to admit she was pleased with them. Going past the stall shower and the commode on the right, she stood near the long counter, in the center of which was a blue, porcelain sink. Above the sink was another long mirror which, like the one on the wall opposite, ran to the ceiling. Between the two mirrors, Marilyn was able to see an endless quantity of Marilyns. She sat on the counter for a moment, swinging her legs. She liked doing that. It made her feel like a little girl again. She felt her shoulders were too large for a woman as slender as she was, and though her breasts were firm and stood upright, they were too small to suit Marilyn. The nipples looked so large compared to the rest of each mammary. Both her nipples and her areolae were a light tan, and she wished her husband would pay more attention to them. Deep down, Marilyn was certain she was an extremely sensuous woman, but Ralph, her husband, never took enough time playing with her body before making love. He enjoyed simply sinking his thick penis into her vagina with almost no warm up. What little kissing they did was barely enough to moisten her inner channel, thereby saving her the grief of having dry tissue rubbed when he did enter her.
Marilyn looked at her belly, bent as she was sitting, slightly rounded because she was seated. Her flesh was white below her neckline, though her arms and legs were well-tanned. She didn't have wide hips, but some men, her husband especially, seemed turned on by a woman with narrow hips. Her thighs, though not solid pillars stemming from women entered in a Miss America contest, were firm, slender, with no fat hanging from them, and her calves had a nice swell to them even if they weren't blown out like so many other women. She had to admit her vagina had a nice, pouting swell to it. Marilyn was extremely proud of the lips of her feminine tunnel, and though she never actually shaved the brown hairs down there, she did trim them and keep them very short.
Marilyn was capable of enjoying sex, but the way her husband performed, she often believed it was something she would just as well leave alone. True, she climaxed with him, but it was merely an orgasm of satisfaction and not an all-powerful, overwhelming inundation of sensation. So many of her friends talked about the wonderful, marvelous orgasms they had. Marilyn wanted a wonderful, marvelous orgasm, too. Unfortunately the best climaxes she had were those she brought on herself.
Not too long ago, she had bought one of those vibrators with batteries. It was shaped like a penis, except that it didn't have a corona, and the head came to an almost-bullet-like point. Too, it was all plastic, and so was cool and hard instead of having the soft outer skin of the penis, and the inner heat, as well.
Deep down, Marilyn was a woman who ached to be dominated, and Ralph, her husband, was a nice, easygoing man. He had never overpowered or forced her to do anything, and the one or two times she told him she wasn't in the mood, he shrugged and didn't bother her. If her husband was unable to dominate her, then she would dominate herself.
Opening the drawer in the cabinet, Marilyn took out the vibrator. Ralph knew she had it, but he was too much of a gentleman to comment on the fact that it was the shape and thickness of a large penis. Marilyn withdrew it from its plastic wrapping and washed the sterilizing alcohol from it, still sitting on the counter. Now it was time to put the dildo to use.
Spread your thighs, she told her reflection, staring at herself, both front and back, and seeing a million reflections obeying. She enjoyed this because it was like seeing so many different women doing what she wanted them to do, even as she did it, herself.
She sat there, her thighs wide apart, feeling the coolness of the formica counter against her buttocks and thighs, looking at the inner whiteness of her slender loins, seeing how smooth and unwrinkled the skin still was.
Lift the right leg and put the foot flat on top of the counter, she told herself.
Her body hesitated only a fraction of a second, and then she lifted her right leg, as did the reflections in the mirrors, while the other half lifted their left legs, and all put their feet flat on top of the counter beneath them. She was beginning to pant, enjoying the sight of the symbol of her sexuality more and more. Her eyes had an almost glassy look as she stared at herself. Not that Marilyn had lesbianic tendencies. On the contrary, the sight of any other naked woman would have immediately turned her off. Now she stared at her reflected face in the mirror and saw the expectant, depraved expression on her own countenance.
She was so delightfully and deliciously obscene at the moment, thrilling to her pose. Her eyes moved from her face to the upstanding tilt of her two breasts, and then to her stomach, after which she stared with definite delight at the sparse hairs on her pelvis made even shorter the previous night by judicious use of a pair of scissors. Her pouting, puffy vaginal lips looked like a mouth that was panting, with the fluted edges looking so ragged as they flushed from pink to a rich coral beneath her pelvis. They were always swollen and rounded. She had 'heard somewhere that some women had flat, plain-looking cunt lips until they became excited, and only then did the labia begin to swell. She wondered if this meant she was excited at all times. Her soft labia had such a lustful pucker to them, as if wanting to be kissed. The entire vaginal slash was completely exposed to her hungry eyes. The lips were pulled so wide apart she had a tantalizing glimpse of the pink membranes lining her inner walls. She was already starting to shine with moisture, inside. Sexual excitement was causing the oils within her to actually bubble. Near her Mount of Venus, at the top of her tender slit, where her inner lips came together, she saw the tiny nubbin that was her clitoris.
Marilyn liked herself as a person, and wondered how many other females liked themselves as much. In her imagination, she had sexually trained herself to perfection. True, with Ralph, who believed in doing everything in a missionary style, she had never had a real opportunity to show off her abilities, and she sincerely believed she would never have such an opportunity in real life.
In her mind, she was in bondage to herself, and she enjoyed it. She liked doing the ordering, and she liked obeying. Marilyn was certain she was capable of handling both sides of a B and D relationship. She mentally subjected herself to all kinds of humiliation, and she pictured herself doing all kinds of licentiously wicked and unspeakable things. She often pictured herself making love to all kinds of men, some robust and handsome, others deformed and misshapen, but all of them had one thing in common: all had a long, thick penis much like her husband's, though her mental lovers were far more adept in the usage of their organs. She saw herself submitting to all kinds of indignities imposed on her by these imaginary lovers, though the truth was, in real life Marilyn would have been utterly terrified of such men. As long as they lived inside her imagination and nowhere else, everything was fine. At the moment, her imaginary lover was a tall, handsome blonde man with magnificent muscles. He was fully dressed in olive green slacks and a shirt to match, and in her mind he had no intention of gratifying her until she had done everything he wanted her to do. With the passing of years, Marilyn had felt her self-inflicted orgasms intensifying, as if she was being rewarded for listening to herself with increasing sensuality as the climaxes would burst through her body like exploding flares. So she decided to continue acting out her mental charades since no one else was hurt by them, and she was receiving more and more pleasure.
Much of the time she had her mental lovers degrading and berating her, calling her whore, slut, tramp, wanton bitch, and she agreed completely, knowing this agreement would content her lover. She was well-versed in pleasing any man, and she had to admit she truly enjoyed the mental tongue-lashing her imaginary lovers had given her.
A wanton smile was on her strikingly lovely face as she stared at her nakedly exposed pussy, hearing her imaginary blonde lover say to her, "Now the other leg. Lift it, as well."
Marilyn obeyed instantly, lifting her left leg up, placing the foot flat on the counter, watching the reflected images ape her every action. She leaned with her shoulders and head touching the counter mirror, behind her, her buttocks and the tip of her spine resting on the counter along with her flattened feet. Her knees were both drawn up, but spread wide apart so she was able to glimpse her own breasts. She glanced straight down, not looking at her reflection, but rather directly at her own widespread cunt lips. The pink labia quivered, moistly and eagerly as more juices slid out of her and covered her pouting lips. More than anything else she ached to reach down with her fingers and caress the lobes of her wetly heated vagina. Maybe, just maybe, her imaginary lover would order her to do that, and she'd be able to watch her long, tapering fingers with the red nail polish on the nails massage the vellicating little button. She so wanted to rub both hands over the lips of her aching cunt, teasing and tantalizing her clitoris until she exploded with delight. She didn't dare do it, though, not without the consent of her blonde, handsome imaginary lover.
Abruptly she became conscious of the plastic dildo in her right hand. It was as if she was looking at it for the first time. It was ridged all around, and even though it was all plastic, and cold and unyielding, it looked tempting. It was all white, and she mentally asked herself, "What is this?"
Her imaginary lover reached forward and put his hand on hers, moving her finger to the bottom of the olisbos where there was a button. She snapped it on, and the instrument began vibrating. It felt so heavenly in her hand, and she knew once she put this shuddering phallic imitation into her cunt, it would feel even more heavenly.
Marilyn groaned and let her head roll back against the mirror. Her eyes were half closed, and there was a lewd smile widely spread across her lovely face.
"What do you want me to do with it?" she asked, speaking aloud, envisioning her lover standing before her.
"Rub it against the insides of your thighs," her mind heard him say.
She pressed it against one slender loin, placing the tip near her wetly gaping vagina. Marilyn gasped with delighted thrills as she felt the pleasurable sensation. Though the vibrator was cold plastic, its rigidity did remind her of a stolid penis, and pressing it against her thighs made her shudder with excitement.
"I love the feel of it," Marilyn gasped, her voice thick with lust. She was talking to please her imagined lover, but she was telling the truth. She did love it. The handsome, blonde-haired playboy-he always had to be a playboy with lots of money-was, at the moment, a total influence on Marilyn's imagined life, and she felt as if she were swimming in wonderful depravity. She had to work to please this man who would fuck her only if she did as he said. She had to submit to what he wanted, submerging her will to his, completely overriding her own ego while allowing lascivity and natural lust to take complete control of her. Her task to please him was one that was filled with an intense and delightful pleasure seldom, if ever, experienced by other women. In her imagination, she lived better than most mistresses ever hoped to live in real life.
Yes, the vibrator was for her to use as she fondled it again and again, enjoying the titillations it gave off. Her dream-lover was standing off to the side now, near the other mirror, his arms folded, allowing her to see herself, his eyes glittering, his lips twitching just as Marilyn always wanted him to be.
"Run it all over your body," he commanded, and Marilyn did as she was instructed, rubbing the vibrating penis-like instrument over her belly. Little by little she slid it lower, letting it touch her pubic hair.
Her imaginary lover was observing all this with a supercilious sneer on his face, as if he were detached from such mundane things. He seemed to be watching the way an impartial observer or a scientist might look at some kind of experiment he was trying to conduct, or the way a floral expert might carefully be checking the stems and petals of some rare flowers in a hot house. Her lover was not interested in her sexually at the moment, but rather clinically. All the mental men in Marilyn's life thought of sex as she wished them to, and in this case this man was behaving as if sex was a way of life for him. He was no longer intrigued by it, enjoying it for its own sake, but rather he experimented with it to see what he might be able to do to make things different. Marilyn realized it was all fantasy, because deep down, though she, herself, was dying to experience different kinds of making love, she also was curious about the many different ways lovemaking might be performed, and that included self-love, or masturbation. She never masturbated the same way, twice.
In her youth, Marilyn had always had this abounding curiosity concerning sex, basically because her parents had told her it was something naughty, and single girls were to have nothing to do with it. Being an obedient child, Marilyn had held her physical self in check, but it hadn't restrained her from thinking about it, wondering what it was like. At that time she didn't masturbate, simply because it didn't occur to her. Not until she had married Ralph Kalian did she begin to understand what it was like to have body-to-body contact with a man. She had been so anxious to learn, there was no disappointment for her in the beginning, when the orgasms were a long time in coming. Finally, when they started coming, she felt what was beneath them and what she had just wasn't enough. So she had taken to stimulating her own clitoris with her finger, discovering she was capable of producing at least as powerful a reaction in her body as her husband was able to do by fucking her. When she suggested trying other things to keep sex from becoming stale, Ralph had told her plain-and-simple fucking was good enough for him, and it ought to be good enough for her. Since Marilyn was not really aware of what might be termed imagine fucking, most of her imaginary sorties from then on were of a masturbatory nature. She found new and different ways to arouse and finger herself, and because she had been taught that self-violation was an evil thing, she always imagined herself being dominated by some powerful lover who was thrilled by making her degrade herself. Thus she was able to justify, to herself, why she was doing what she was doing. If this was depravity, then she was not to blame, though in truth, in spite of what people had told her, she never felt depraved. If she felt wicked it was a thrilling kind of wickedness, not a perverted degradation.
Marilyn began teaching herself over the years, having acquired the dildo one day when she had taken a trip to the city. In spite of her upbringing and her pride, she was not only a good teacher, but a willing pupil. She had literally broken herself, and it was coming to a point where, if she was unable to find new and more interesting ways to play with herself, masturbation would become extremely boring. The challenge of learning was gone. In all this time she had gone from an innocent, pure young housewife and teacher with clean ideals and aspirations to an eager, wanton, desiring woman. Not once did she think of herself as impure or evil, but she was deliciously wanton. To her, wantonness was not a sin. Yet had some man attempted to make overtures to her, she would have instantly rebuffed him, for though Marilyn enjoyed having imaginary lovers, her upbringing had been so strong, she would never allow herself to become a real-life slut. Yet because of all the things she was doing in her imagination, Marilyn was enjoying the "normal sex" she had with her husband less and less. She loved Ralph, and he was a fine man in every respect, but she wished he would be a bit more daring and domineering. Surely he was able to turn their married life into a continuous orgy with just the two of them participating.
Sitting where she was, on the counter, with her heels pulled against her buttocks, and her knees jutting straight up in the air, she stared with hunger at her ripely expectant loins. The dildo in her hand was no longer a dildo, but rather the detached penis of her imaginary lover. Totally naked, she lay with her head still pressing against the mirror behind her, her mouth slack, her tongue tucked in the left corner. The slender fingers of her left hand slowly slid down and tangled themselves in her pubic hair. Her hips were slowly undulating and pumping in an obscene manner as her free hand slid down on either side of the moistly puffy labia as her inner vagina continued twitching. Using her forefinger and middle finger, she impatiently spread her lust-swollen cunt lips to reveal the wetly pink inner walls of her vagina, her treasure trove. It was hers, and there was no other vagina like it in the entire world. Perhaps to some men all vaginas were alike, just as in her mind all penises were the same size and breadth of her husband's since she had never seen another. However as far as Marilyn was concerned, her vagina was something exquisite, and her imaginary lover, though staring at her with clinical detachment, gazed with wide eyes at the depths of her pussy. Below her sparsely bearded vaginal mouth, her rounded buttocks met in a deep, narrow crevice.
Marilyn watched herself as her ripe and sensually feminine body shuddered and wriggled with thrilling delight. Her narrow hips undulated again and again, and her small, rounded buttocks seemed to balloon against the counter. She no longer stared at her reflection, but pushed her head lower so she was able to look down at her anxiously wriggling loins. She stared between the full, rounded peaks of her breasts as they jutted forward like cones of ice cream topped with an almond. Her wetly quivering vagina was tilted slightly upward between the towers of her raised knees. She ran the penis-like vibrator over the wet slit again and again, pausing to let it shudder against her blood-stiffened, erect little clitoris as her eyelids began fluttering and she started gasping for breath. Pleasure was already starting to make her entire body tremble as it wracked her nerve-endings.
She imagined her blonde lover moving this way and that as she continued to wantonly pose with her thighs wide apart, her knees still upraised, and her nakedly quivering pussy gaping wider and wider apart as she guided the strongly vibrating mechanical instrument over and around her shuddering vaginal cavity. She was moaning out loud, now, her voice carrying through the entire empty house. She imagined her blonde lover sitting beside her on the counter, reaching out with his hands, cupping her breasts. He lifted them, revealing them even more to her staring eyes, letting her see the rich light tan of her nipples. She felt justifiably proud of the firmness of her breasts, knowing many teenage girls who attended the school where she taught had breasts looser and wobblier than hers. How many times had she imagined hands fondling and squeezing and caressing her breasts as Ralph almost never did. Once in a great while her husband sucked her nipples, sending stimulating charges of electricity through her. Now, as she stared at the breasts she imagined to be caressed, she also imagined her blonde lover's mouth sucking her nipples, one at a time, and little by little the nipples grew without actually being touched, turning from a light tan to a deep reddish-tan. She gasped and quivered, trembling with licentious desire, wanting to feel more, so much more. In the back of her mind she heard whispers letting her know even now she would gladly replace her imaginary blonde gladiator with her real husband. Yes, Ralph was short, bald, and a little chubby, but she did love him, and if he was able to make love to her as she wished, she would be thrilled beyond belief. What would it take to bring the man to life so he would please and thrill her?
Marilyn shuddered, knowing her husband would never change. He was content with life as it was, save for the fact that like everyone else, he would have loved to be earning more money.
Marilyn was more and more thrilled, her eyes alternating between the mirror and her naked flesh. Soon now, very soon she would have an orgasm, and she knew it would be better than any previous completion.
Now her imaginary lover was lifting her breasts up and down, letting them slap against her body, making her quiver with more uncontrollable lust. Her head was pressed more firmly than ever against the heavy mirror as she stared straight down between her rounded breasts and supple thighs to witness the big plastic penile imitation vibrating between her luscious legs. She saw her widespread vaginal lips getting ever wetter as she ran a thumb across her shimmering clitoris, and as she pressed the tip of the mechanical organ into her narrow opening. Oooooooh! It felt good, really good. Her vibrant body was wantonly shuddering with delightful thrills as the vibration began tantalizing and incensing her even more.
"You have lovely breasts" her non-existent lover whispered to her, leaning against her, massaging the tips of her nipples, then cupping their fleshy fullness in his hands again. It was so real, Marilyn often feared she might one day become mired in her imagination and not be able to return to reality.
Marilyn's smoky eyes were half-closed now, and she stared at her breasts, mentally enjoying the way her image of a lover was fondling her distended nipples.
"Thank you," she gasped, her voice thick with need for love.
Slowly she moved the vibrator deeper and deeper into her shuddering vaginal tunnel, and she began pumping it in and out, in and out, while the ball of the forefinger of her free hand continued massaging her clitoris. She closed her eyes, and this was no longer a dildo, but a real cock. The vibrations were the throbbing of a pulsing penis, and her pinching fingers surrounding her clitoris felt as if someone had grabbed the aroused clit with a pair of pliers and was continually pulling and twisting the ignited organ. She wanted to scream her lust out for the entire world to hear. Her slender, lithe form was now starting to go completely out of control. She was slowly but surely surrendering to her inner desires, no longer having any kind of reservation. There was something so extremely enjoyable and thrilling about acting like a total slut, not caring what anyone might think, especially since she was in the privacy of her own home. Exhibiting her naked self this way, in front of a mirror, she shamelessly enjoyed herself. She was an exhibitionist, if only for her own enjoyment, and she enjoyed every little bit of it. Continuous thrills caused by looking at herself in the throes of wonderful sensation served to intensify and enhance her orgasm.
Once more she looked down at the bobbling tips of her firm breasts, and once again she was sorry her breasts weren't larger so she might lift a nipple to her own mouth and suck. As it was, she was so overpowered with lust at this moment, her head was thrashing this way and that and a loud moan of frustration trembled forth from her lips as she increased the tempo of her hips pumping up and down against the thrusting vibrator.
As if something was triggered in her mind, she heard herself say, But you can suck them.
Suddenly Marilyn wasn't thrusting the vibrator in and out any longer. She had pushed it all the way into herself and she left it there, staring at her reflection in the mirror as she said out loud, "What?"
Her mind replied, saying, In your present position, why not excite yourself even more by licking and sucking your own breasts. All you have to do is stretch your neck a little. It isn't as if you're built like a boy. Your breasts are long enough. All you have to do is make the effort. Come on, Marilyn, lick and suck your own breasts, and watch yourself do it.
Her imaginary lover was agreeing with her mind, sitting in an imaginary chair in front of her, nodding, letting her know he wanted to see her do it. Even as she imagined him watching, Marilyn slowly pulled the vibrator from the depths of her wet vagina and began pressing it firmly against her clitoris. Her eyes were tightly closed and her face was contorted by the heated passion that she was feeling. She watched the way her hips and tautly laddering belly churned and rotated as her buttocks bounced up and down on the counter, hitting the heels pressed against them. All the while her moistly shining, gaping cunt lips continued glistening and twitching as the vibrator, held tightly against her shuddering clitoris with one hand, rubbed up and down. With her free hand, she cupped one full and rounded breast, catching the nipple between her middle and ring fingers. She forced her head to bend, moving it lower and lower, and finally her tongue snaked out, all pink, slimy, and supple, and the soft, velvet-smooth tip rimmed the tip of the nipple clutched between her fingers. Then, looking at her reflection in the mirror, she watched as slowly but surely she began sucking her nipple deeper and deeper into her mouth. Her wetly ovaled lips closed over the spiky nipple as her fingers drew away and cupped her breast from underneath to help support it. and her cheeks hollowed as she sucked with uncontrollable fervor.
Marilyn felt heat bursting through her as she saw her mouth pulling at her nipple while she felt sparks fly through her entranced body. There was something about her nipples that made her shudder with unbelievable thrills. Imagine, she was sucking her own nipple, building the thrills in her own body to a higher, more fevered pitch. She pressed her heels even more firmly against the roundness of her buttocks, spreading her thighs even wider, using the tips of the vibrator to open her cunt lips even more as she ran the plastically vibrating mechanism up and down, up and down, once again pushing it in and out of her feminine oriel. She moved it with hypnotic rhythm, shuddering and trembling, totally out of control.
With a groan, Marilyn let her nipple fall from her mouth as she raised her head. Her neck hurt from the strain. She was gasping for air, panting with lascivious desire, and her ripely quivering mammary was soaking wet and glistening with the residue of her sputum. She opened her fevered eyes just the littlest bit more. Neck pain or not, since she had lavished oral attention on one teat, she would do no less for the other. Her free hand groped, then finally cupped the weight of her other breast. It trembled under her grasp as she surrounded it, fingers pressing into it, lifting it slowly toward her mouth as she craned her neck again. Her fingertips depressed the soft flesh a bit more, making the nipple stand out that much more clearly. Her tongue lashed out, licking and lapping at the bud of her nipple, and she watched it swell and enlarge, growing ever more rigid as her tongue licked the stiff little pellet before her lips finally engulfed it, completely. With her mouth open, she pressed more than the tan, puckered nipple within. She pushed as much of her breast inside as was humanly possible, straining her neck a little bit more, closing her eyes, feeling ecstatically thrilled and happy. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked, while her buttocks continued bouncing crazily up and down on the counter. At one point she put so much weight on her flatly pressing feet, as well as on her shoulders which she had pressed against the mirror behind her, she actually lifted her buttocks from the counter. The twin globes of her luscious ass-cheeks twitched and contracted so that her tightly puckered anus now pressed against the mirror behind her and the shining moistness from her vagina dripped onto the counter, itself.
Marilyn opened her eyes, staring at her image in the mirror, and she thought she had never seen anything more erotically arousing in her entire life. True, had her husband been there to complete the picture, sucking and fucking her, it would have been even better, but Ralph would never have allowed himself to "wallow in the depravity" she secretly enjoyed. Marilyn bit her nipple, making it quiver even more, and her eyes wandered over her vagina, staring at the white dildo she was ramming in and out, looking more and more like a penis, lifting her to greater heights than ever before. She began imagining all kinds of lovers surrounding her, now. No longer was she the one sucking her nipple. At this point a handsome, muscular beach boy with black hair and a tan body was masticating her breastpoint, while the white dildo was actually the cock of her imaginary blonde lover. Below the thrusting dildo, she saw the twinkling star of her ass-hole, and the sight of it aroused her even more. She had no idea just why she was enjoying the sight of her rectal orifice, but she loved it. Stretching the pinky of the hand holding the dildo, she touched her anal opening, rubbing it again and again, causing the thrills within her to continue mounting.
Stop! her mind commanded.
"Why?" she gasped out loud, letting her breast fall as she reluctantly slid the dildo from between her thighs. "Why must I stop? Why can't I go on to completion?"
Shamelessly aroused to the point where she was almost ready to disobey the commands of her own mind, Marilyn collapsed on the counter, her thighs remaining widespread, but her feet slipping off and dangling down. Her face was a mask of etched lines, twisted as it was with the closeness of her orgasm. Every nerve in her trembling body was alive with lust. She lay there, panting and sobbing, wanting to continue.
After a moment, she opened her eyes to see her limp form sitting on the counter with her legs hanging down, her vagina as richly pink as ever. She wanted her orgasm, but she wanted something more. She wanted a good cock.
"You know, Marilyn," she said, staring at her reflection, "no matter how many times you change the dream, it all comes down to the same thing. You have to fuck yourself. Isn't that disgraceful for a married woman? Too bad you're such a prude, or you'd go out and find another way to satisfy yourself. Yes, Marilyn, let's face it, for all your dreams, for all your wants, your wishes, and your desires, you are basically a prude. You don't have the guts to go looking for another man. The funny thing is, you'd fight to the death to defend your honor if someone other than Ralph tried fucking you. When you think about it, it's ridiculous, because all it is is some man poking his penis into you, or doing something else to make you happy."
Sighing, she turned on the vibrator again, but suddenly it wasn't fun, anymore. Mechanically, she pushed it in and out of her taut vagina, and the orgasm that had promised so much turned out to be one of the least-satisfying ones she'd ever had. She was disgusted with herself for being such a prude, and worse, being unable to change.
When she was finished, she dipped the dildo in alcohol and re-wrapped it in a plastic wrapping, putting it away. Then she stepped into the stall shower and washed the coatings of sweat from her unsatisfied body.
By the time her shower was over, it was almost four. She wrapped herself in a towel and stepped out into the hallway, and gasped. Standing there was eighteen-year-old Harry Marlowe. Marlowe was six-feet-two inches tall, with broad shoulders, whitish-blonde hair, and a twisted nose that had been broken twice.
CHAPTER TWO
"What are you doing up here?" Marilyn gasped, holding the towel more securely around her body.
Marlowe had beady little piggy eyes that were light blue. Now they were wandering over her body as he nervously said, "Well, gee, I rang the bell downstairs a couple of times. I knew you were home 'cause I saw your car outside, and besides the front door was open. When y'didn't answer, I figgered maybe the doorbell was busted. So I came inside and I heard voices up here."
"You heard me?" Marilyn gasped.
"Yeah, well kinda," Marlowe admitted, shrugging his broad shoulders.
He knew. The boy knew. Marilyn wondered what she was going to do, now.
"You go downstairs and wait," she said to him. "I'll be down as soon as I've dressed."
She wanted to caution him not to say a word to anyone, but she knew if she made a big tiling of it, Harry Marlowe just might get it into his head to really do some blabbing, whereas if she didn't mention it, he might forget all about it, especially since his passing English was so important this final year of school.
Marilyn retreated to the safety of her bedroom and listened to the boy clump his way down the stairs. The bedroom was small, with a large queen-sized bed in the middle. It had a walnut headboard, and the walls were covered with a rust-colored wallpaper which had been fashionable years before, but which looked almost hideous, now.
Going to her closet to the right of the bed, Marilyn took out a red blouse and a yellow skirt. Hurriedly slipping into some underwear taken from the bureau opposite the bed, she dressed, pulled her hair back with an orange ribbon, and then went downstairs, not bothering to put on stockings, her feet encased in calfskin slippers.
Harry Marlowe was sitting in her living room, looking out the window. Marilyn's walking in distracted him, and she said, "Well, now, are we ready to get started with your English lesson?"
"Is it okay if we talk a little, first?" he asked.
"About what?" she wanted to know.
"Look," Harry said to her, "I'm not the smartest guy in the world, and I don't want to say nothin' y'll misunderstand."
"What are you trying to say, Harry?" she snapped.
"I been doin' a lotta thinkin' since I walked in here, and I'm tryin' to get things straight in my mind. You're supposed to be the untouchable Mrs.
Kalian. At least, that's what everyone around the school calls you. They say you're more frigid than the North Pole."
"Harry, my personal life has nothing to do with you. Now let's get on with the lesson."
"You're wrong," he insisted. "Y'see, like every other guy with balls in school, I've got the hots for you."
"Harry, right now you have a course to pass. For the next ten months you're going to need all the help you can get, and I'm the only one qualified to give it to you. Stop talking foolishly, and we'll get to work."
The blonde boy shrugged, saying, "I can't figure you out, Mrs. Kalian."
"Don't try. Just start learning for a change."
For the next half hour, Harry Marlowe made a genuine effort to learn. He listened to Marilyn attempting to explain nouns, pronouns, verbs, adverbs, and adjectives. However the nearness of Marilyn's body was starting to get to him. To begin with, he was able to smell the deodorant soap she had used to shower. It blended with the natural essences of her own flesh, and it made him hungrier than ever for her. Little by little his concentration began wandering.
Marilyn, seeing he was no longer concentrating on his work, said, "We'll take a three-minute break. Maybe you'll be able to concentrate a little better, afterward."
She rose and walked toward the kitchen. He watched her, noting the way her body seemed to flow against the skirt and blouse she was wearing. It was a nice body, all right, perhaps a little thinner than what he was used to, but a nice body nevertheless. What he hadn't told Marilyn Kalian was, he had seen her, naked, sitting on the counter, talking to herself. He hadn't seen the way she had tangled herself up, sucking her own breasts while pushing the vibrator in and out of her, but when she finally did finish her masturbation with the plastic vibrator, he did witness that.
Harry Marlowe was unable to understand why the woman continually used something like that-at least he assumed it was continual. Hell! There wasn't a guy in the school who wouldn't boff her for nothing. She was a gorgeous broad, capable of getting all the cock she wanted. Why the hell should she fool around with that dumb plastic thing?
Some moments later, Marilyn returned carrying two glasses, both filled with soda. He liked the fluid way her body moved with each step. Harry Marlowe came to a decision. The teacher had been teaching him English. He was going to teach her French.
Marilyn handed him a glass of soda, sitting next to him on the sofa where she had been tutoring him. Books lay all over the floor, and she had to admit, for a boy who lacked a certain amount of intelligence, Harry Marlowe was starting to learn.
There was a gleam in his eyes, now, and it had Marilyn worried. She had seen gleams like these in the eyes of all her imaginary lovers. Surely men's eyes didn't really shine this way. She had only imagined it because she had seen the way her own eyes shined with lust whenever she played with herself. One thing she was not interested in was playing around with the-likes of a Harry Marlowe. "I don't think I like what you're thinking," she said, putting the glass of soda down on a table to the side of the sofa.
"How would you know?" Harry asked. "You ain't never tried it."
"Harry, let's get something straight, here and now. I am a teacher, you are a pupil. That is where our relationship begins and ends."
Hell! She was really something when she began getting angry. Harry Marlowe was getting hotter for her by the second. Jesus! He was so hot for her he was afraid he might go off in his pants.
Standing, Harry said he had to go to the bathroom, and Marilyn pointed out the little lavatory off the kitchen. Harry put his glass of soda down, went inside, and splashed cold water on his face. He took the time to empty his bladder, figuring it might take the starch out of his erection. It did, for a little while.
Marilyn wasn't the least bit worried. She had the situation under control as far as she was concerned. No eighteen-year-old hulk was going to tell her what to do with her body.
She sat back and thought about her courtship with Ralph. He'd had lots of hair, then, and it had been brown, not gray. He'd been a dead wringer for the actor, Bobby Morse at that time, although when Ralph was young Bobby Morse had probably been in knee pants, so it was correct to say Morse was a look-alike for Ralph. Her husband had a slight space between his teeth, and when he grinned he looked a lot like a Cheshire cat.
The last two single years of her life had been extremely dull, and Marilyn was willing to do almost anything to get out from under her parents. Ralph had been a recently discharged sailor, and he had been going to college on the G.I. bill. Marilyn had met him in college, and he was the first boy she had brought home whom her parents hadn't kicked out of the house. Though he had absolutely no idea what kind of work he was going to go into once he left college, Marilyn's parents had liked the idea that he was always respectful toward them. He always told them in advance where he was taking Marilyn, and he even got her father's consent before he proposed.
Marilyn had found nothing romantic about Ralph. He had never tried to do more than kiss her, and it irritated her because she always thought he was dating her simply for lack of something better. Therefore it came as a surprise to her when he finally proposed. Her parents accepted for her, and for once they had been right, if only because Ralph had proven to be a loving husband, making her happy in every way-but one. Not that he was bad in bed. He just wasn't all that good.
A girl's wedding night is something she almost always remembers, one way or another. With Marilyn it was neither way. Her hymen proved almost no barrier at all. Ralph snapped it with almost no effort. Unfortunately, he was so aroused by entering her for the first time, he began coming almost immediately, and it took Marilyn quite a few months before she realized there was more to sex than having a man shoot sperm into her.
"Come on, already," Harry Marlowe said, snapping her out of her reverie.
"Uhhh ... ohhh ... yes ... we have to get back to the lesson."
"The hell with the lesson," Harry said, and grabbing her wrist, hauled her to her feet, saying, "It's time for me to be the teacher and for you to learn."
He began dragging her toward the stairs so fast Marilyn was barely able to keep on her feet. She gasped for breath, trying to pull enough air into her lungs to call for help, and then he was climbing the stairs. When she refused to climb with him, he just kept pulling, dragging her along behind him. Her slippers fell from her feet, and then they were on the top floor. He headed directly for the master bedroom as Marilyn tried clawing the hand that gripped her wrist with her free hand.
"Harry Marlowe," she finally gasped, as he dragged her inside and threw her on the bed. "You stop all this right now, do you hear?"
"I've suddenly gone deaf," he told her, tugging her against him, wrapping his powerful arms around her, and cramming his slobbering lips all over hers. Not even in her wildest dreams had Marilyn ever pictured anything like this.
"Stop ... ggguuuggghhh ... no more ... sssllluuurrrppp ... leave me alone..."
"Shit, Mrs. Kalian," the boy laughed, forcing her wrists behind her back, then holding them in place with one hand. He used the back of his other hand to wipe the spittle from his mouth. "Who the hell you fuckin'? You're one hot twat. I saw you. earlier. You were usin't that artificial cock-like thing. Well that's dumb when you can have my cock any time you want it. You really like fuckin', lady. I been watchin' you for like a good five minutes, before. I also watched you when we was downstairs. You couldn't sit still for a minute, like your cunt was on fire or something. I saw the way you pushed that thing in and out of your cunt."
"No," Marilyn gasped, shaking her head, turning her face away from him. "No ... you don't understand. You're wrong, all wrong. Please, Harry, please, you just let me go, and we'll forget about the rest of the English lesson for today, and I won't tell anyone else what happened..."
"Tell?" Harry Marlowe laughed. "Sure you won't tell. You open your mouth and I'll spread it all over the school that you like dildoing your pussy."
Marilyn was horrified. Now that something was happening to her, she knew for a fact that she wanted nothing to do with this strange boy. This was nothing like the men in her imagination.
For all Harry Marlowe's strength, there was a crudeness about the boy she was unable to stand. Besides, though she liked to imagine herself with other men, the idea of really cheating on Ralph had never entered her mind. Somehow, in some way she had to get away from this beast of a boy.
Looking around the bedroom, Marilyn realized there was almost nothing she was able to do. Her bedroom windows were facing the rear of the house, and there was a lot on the other side of her house. The neighbors on either side of her weren't home, all having to work to help make ends meet. There simply was no way out of this for her.
Harry was mashing his mouth against hers, again, and now his thick tongue, much thicker than Ralph's, pressed between her teeth and worked its way along her palate in an attempt to reach into her throat. Good Lord! The boy's tongue was as long and as fat as Ralph's penis. At the moment the boy's own penis was pushing solidly against her stomach, and from the swelling she felt, Marilyn was certain she wasn't really feeling a penis, but that the boy had a hammer hidden in his pants. The size of it was unbelievable.
Harry finally broke the kiss. He looked at her with lust blazing in both his eyes.
"Harry," Marilyn sobbed. "Please let me go. Don't do anything you'll be sorry for, later."
"Sorry?" the boy laughed. "Hell! I'd sure as shit be sorry if I didn't try screwin' this lovely little body of yours, right now. That's what'd make me sorry."
"Harry, I'll tell the school board. You'll be suspended, thrown out. You'll never play college football."
"I'll tell 'em you seduced me." Harry laughed. "Hell, teach, you 'n' me are gonna have us some fun. Now cut the crap. You got a nice bed in here we can use, and you're gonna take off all 'a your clothes and let me get another look at those luscious tits of yours, as well as your pussy. You do it nice and easy, and I promise you I'll slip you a nice, hard cock, just like you been dream in' about."
"No!" she shouted, and rolling off the bed on the other side, ran to the window in the hope of calling for help.
Her face was right at the window when he caught her by the wrist again and pulled her toward him. , "Damn it all, teach," Harry laughed. "Why didn't you hold still. I want this to be one of those meaningful fucks."
"Please, Harry, don't do this," she begged, tears flowing from her eyes. "It isn't right!"
"It sure as hell is right, Mrs. Kalian. So do me a favor and shut your mouth, huh? I mean, like my daddy always used to say, if you ain't got nothin' nice to say, don't say nothin' at all."
He wrapped his arms solidly around her struggling body, pinning the flailing woman's own arms tightly to her sides, his hands pressing against her rounded breasts. He picked her up, and Marilyn began kicking her bare feet against his shins, but it was futile. He merely laughed as he walked over to the bed with her again. She struggled furiously but futilely. Harry wasn't letting go. She was sobbing uncontrollably now, her head whipping wildly from side to side and slamming back, trying to hit him. She struggled vainly, trying to make the blonde-haired boy drop her. For the first time in her life Marilyn felt totally helpless. Abruptly she found herself back on the bed. He let go of her arms to grab her by the ankles and jerk her so that she lay flat. She rolled over onto her belly, and he pressed a knee into the small of her back while his hands proceeded to undo the buttons on her blouse and unfasten her brassiere.
"Harry," she gasped, fear choking her. "Please don't do this. I have others coming for tutoring after you."
"Forget it! If you're lucky you and me'll be through long before anyone else gets here. "Hell! You know what'd happen if some other guy walked in and caught us screwing around? He'd probably join in. I'm tellin' you, you go on fightin' me and it'll take that much longer. Why not just relax. Hell! You'll like what I can do for you."
"No, damn you," she gasped. "No, I won't hold still and lie here like some helpless child. Look, I swear, if you don't let me up, I'll report you to the police, as well."
"The hell you will," he said to her. "I can always say you seduced me."
"I'll give you money..."
"Oh jesus! I don't want your money."
"Wh-what do you want?"
Harry laughed out loud, saying, "All I really want is the pretty pussy I saw you shovin' that hunk of plastic into."
He was peeling her brassiere and blouse off her shoulders, now, lifting her just enough to tug them off her arms, letting them lie beneath her, against the front of her body. He lifted her a little higher and tugged everything out from under her, throwing it off to the side.
"Harry," she gasped. "Have a heart. I've never cheated on my husband, before."
"For Christ sake," he laughed. "Just what the hell do you think you were doing with that dildo? So there wasn't a man attached to the other end of the artificial cock. You were still stuffin' your cunt with it. Heck, you'll find a real cock's a lot better than that dumb hunk of plastic."
His knee came off the small of her back, but the pressure had been so great, Marilyn found it difficult to move. As she lay there on her belly, she heard the rustle of clothing behind her. Terrified, she managed to roll over and saw the boy dropping the dungarees he was wearing, trying to pull them over the thick, crepe-soled shoes he was wearing.
He cursed when the pants and shoes tangled, and he had to sit on the edge of the bed, pulling and tugging until he yanked off his shoes inside his pants and finally managed to pull his feet out. He finally stood and dropped his underpants, revealing a massive penis that was both, longer and thicker than Ralph's.
"Oh no!" Marilyn gasped, looking at the huge shaft with the red top. It had to be the biggest penis she had ever seen, though this was really only the second one she had seen in her entire life. The shank was a rich pink, but that bulging mushroom of a head quivered. She stared at the hole in the tip and saw a droplet of clear oil well out of it, making it appear as if the penis was winking at her.
"Harry," she gasped, "I want you to stop this, this instant. Now you put those clothes on and walk out of here, right now. I don't want to have to put up with any more nonsense from you."
Harry laughed, saying, "Still acting the part of the teacher, huh. Well teacher, you got a lotta learnin' to do. Besides, my walkin' outta here right now, like this, would be an act of cruelty. I believe in being kind to teachers, especially pretty lady teachers."
There was no doubt that Harry Marlowe was a good-looking boy. He had a ruggedly handsome face, and even with his broken nose he had that certain indefinable something that had the girls flocking to him in droves. Even if he hadn't been on the football team he'd have had his share of girls. He had square shoulders, and his hairless chest was all white in spite of this being the end of the summer. He had some blonde stubble on his chin, and it was obvious he didn't take good care of himself. Most of his strength was natural and he was letting himself go to seed. He smoked a lot, and it was more than a little possible he smoked marijuana, and soon he might move on to harder stuff. The kids with whom he hung around all idolized him and looked up to him, which, in a way, was bad for Harry. He had no one to pattern himself after, and as a result was setting a bad example for the other kids.
But that penis of his. Wow! It was thick, really thick.
Marilyn gulped, shutting her eyes and breathing heavily. She was frightened, but more of herself than the boy. She was afraid she might actually allow him to do something, and she knew she didn't dare permit that. She was a married woman who truly loved her husband, and to let something like this happen would ruin and disrupt her entire life. There was an itch in her vagina that she was unable to repress. It had been there so often when she had played with the artificial penis, even though her brain consistently told her body this was wrong, her body didn't want to listen. All her body knew was, here was the real thing, at last. She felt her vaginal walls inwardly squeezing together as if her vagina was already filled with the boy's penis. Heavens, no! It mustn't happen. Somehow she had to get out of this.
"Please..." she begged one more time.
Harry was sitting on the edge of the broad bed, and now his hands began rubbing beneath her calves. She shivered and turned away, once more lying on her belly, and his hands slowly moved up to the backs of her thighs. She gasped and tried to crawl away. Suddenly his fingers, like claws, were sinking into the soft flesh of her buttocks. She squirmed and spun around, turning onto her back, not wanting to, but following the urging of his fingers. He was pushing her skirt up to her waist, now. His hands suddenly leaped to her full breasts, gripping them, bunching them between his squeezing fingers, feeling how smooth her flesh was as her nipples dug into the palms of his hands. To Marilyn, this was a nightmare. The ten digits cutting into her flesh were nothing like the soft caresses she had often dreamed of feeling.
Heaven help her. She was unable to stand all this pain. Unfortunately her body was responding in an entirely different manner, and though she struggled and squirmed, she felt heat continuing to build through her body. There was that intolerable itch in her seething vagina. It was making her shudder. The mere knowledge this was a male handling her was causing her inner body to erupt with all kinds of feeling she wished to suppress. Her body was clamoring to be fucked, but she knew this was wrong, and so continued fighting against it.
"Come on," Harry smirked, his over-confidence the one thing that helped her hold on to her sanity. She hated his being so damn cock-sure of himself. "No!" she told him.
"Yes!" he snapped back, and bending, suddenly sucked her left nipple between his hungry lips. Marilyn gasped as his teeth nibbled at the outer edges of her tiny areola, a circle so small as to almost be covered by the nipple, itself. Her tan nipple stood out starkly against the white of her breast. His tongue began washing the nipple repeatedly, and he licked with a roughness and ferocity Marilyn had never imagined in any of her non-existent lovers. He flatly pressed his tongue against the nipple again and again, washing it into erection, as fire blasted through Marilyn's body like crackling electrically.
"Aaaaaaauuuuuuunnnnnnggggghhhhhh!" she gasped in ecstasy.
Her hands went to his blonde head and she pushed, her fingers moving through his yellow, sweaty hair tugging and pulling, trying to yank his mouth from her breast.
Harry was enjoying himself, and he began sucking harder, pulling on the nipple with his lips, his throat working, working, his fingers digging into the white flesh of her mammary, squeezing it, shaping it into a cone. Marilyn writhed under him, feeling her belly shudder with fear as he moved against her. His body was between her thighs, now, and all that separated him from her vagina were the panties she was wearing, as well as the bunched skirt around her hips. His cock was pressing into the mattress where she was unable to feel it, and Marilyn was glad of that much.
"My God! Don't do this!" she gasped, her voice unable to scream she was so frightened by all that had happened.
"Ahhh shut up!" he snapped. "You're gonna love it, really love it," he assured her. Raising his head, he smiled into her face, saying, "Stop worrying, honey. You can see I really know how to suck a nipple. Hell! All the girls I know admit I'm the greatest when it comes to chewing on tits. Stop fighting me and let me rub the other one for awhile. I intend to go on suckin' this one."
His lips clamped on her breast again, his chin digging sharply into the valley between her mammarial flesh, pressing down and hurting her. Marilyn gasped, her mind screeching for him to stop as she struggled, pulling his hair so hard she thought surely she would pull out some strands. His hand moved up to her other breast and squeezed it sharply, pulling on the nipple with his fingers while his tongue continued washing the other nipple again and again. Soon both nubbins were fully grown, and it was impossible to determine which was longer.
Harry gripped her nipple between the edges of his teeth, then he gently ground them together until she was gasping with pain. Marilyn choked out her anguish and pulled his wavy hair even harder, trying to yank his head away.
"Stop! Stop! Stop!" she begged.
"Uuuuuuummmmmmmmmmmm! Sllluuuuuurrrrrrrrrppppppppppp!" was his only reply.
He pulled the nipple with his lips again and again, and though Marilyn continued fighting him, determined not to allow herself to be swallowed up by this evil, she felt fire continuing to flare through her heated loins.
His lips moved down very suddenly, his tongue slavering against her flat belly. He was trying to find her navel, but he was stopped by her bunched-up skirt. He lifted his head, wiping his mouth on his arm, then put his face against her belly again. Marilyn felt the soft hairs of his beard that he had neglected to shave.
"Get this stinkin' thing off, already," he roared.
"No!" Marilyn snapped, and she slapped his face, hard.
Harry was stunned for a moment, and that moment was taken advantage of by the harried teacher as she moved out from beneath him and headed for the door. Harry leaped after her and caught her with a flying tackle before she reached the doorway. She went tumbling to the floor, and Harry, not one to waste time, found the zipper to her skirt, yanked it down, and then tugged it off. He grabbed her panties, and when she wouldn't lift her buttocks again, he simply tore them from her body.
Marilyn rolled away from him gaining her feet again, staring at the thick penis waggling between his thighs as he jumped up after her. The heavy organ was wetter than ever, and the minaret-like head was a brighter red than ever. He pulled her to the floor again, and she kicked out, catching him in the face. This time she reached the bed and used it to help herself up. By this time, Harry was up and on her, throwing her on top of the mattress, slamming his face into her belly, licking her navel as she lay there, trying to fight her way free of him. He began working his mouth lower, now, his own beard catching for a moment in the fluff covering her vaginal mount. Now he was tickling her pelvis with his lips and tongue, working them lower and lower, coming closer to her vaginal opening.
"Oh no!" Marilyn thought. He wants to put his mouth down there.
In all her naive daydreams while playing with the dildo, Marilyn had never once thought of using her mouth anywhere but to kiss her husband on his mouth, and it had never occurred to her that a man would want to do anything with his mouth other than kiss a woman's lips. Now she realized Harry wanted to kiss her lips, all right, but not her oral lips. This was the most vile, the most obscene, the most horrible thing, yet. She kicked and struck down with her fists against his head, but Harry brushed her hands away as if he was swiping at mosquitoes.
His hot tongue was slurping across her mound now, moving lower, cutting through her pelvic patch of hair and reaching for her wetly spreading vulva. Marilyn continued to struggle thinking she might squeeze his brains a little by pressing her knees against the side of his head. Harry struck her knees down and suddenly reversed his body with' his face still buried between her slender white" thighs, his hard cock pressing down between her rounded breasts. Then he began backing up, keeping his weight almost on her so she was unable to struggle and slide out beneath him. Marilyn suddenly realized she was staring straight up into the flat cheeks of her hairy buttocks. She felt disgusted, feeling his penis drag itself between her breasts, and she gagged, turning her head.
"Don't..." she gasped. "Oh for heavens' sake, don't do this..."
"Shut the hell up," Harry Marlowe gasped. "Since when are you too damned good to have your pussy lapped."
"You stop this," she panted. "This is disgusting and terrible. Get off me!"
"Hell, if you ain't had your cunt tongued, it's about time you learned what it was all about," Harry snapped. "And when you get hot enough, you can start suckin' on my cock."
"That's the most disgusting thing I've ever heard," Marilyn cried out. "Get off me ... uuuuuunnnnnnhhhhh ... "
This last grunt occurred as Harry lowered his head between her thighs again, his nose pressing into the wet, pink crack of her sodden vagina, literally prying the labia apart, making room for his tongue, letting it slide past her outer lips, between her inner lips, sinking deeper and deeper, thrusting, stabbing licking against all her vaginal walls as it probed farther and farther into her.
"Ooooohhhhhhhhh ... mmmmmmmmmm hhhhhhhuuuuuuuuunnnnnnnnnnnhhhhhhhhhhh!" She gasped.
His tongue sank deeper and deeper into the wetly slick depths, working its way happily around inside, tasting her essences, trying to reach to the very entrance of her womb. His hands forced her thighs to spread even farther apart, and then his thumbs tugged her labia apart, holding the hair-surrounded slash wide open. Marilyn, without realizing it, drew her knees up, forcing herself to spread her thighs even wider, not knowing how much her body was thrilling to what the boy was doing to her. The entire length of his tongue was working around in there, slurping against each wall in turn. She swore she was able to feel his lips, as well. Lord! She was actually feeling his teeth and his lips inside her, and his tongue sank so far into her, she almost didn't notice the length of his penis banging against the side of her face.
The moment she became aware of the penis, and the heat it generated, Marilyn knew she would have to fight harder than ever to keep this terrible thing from overwhelming her. It was bad enough to be forced into this, but to be made to want it was even worse. She doubted very much if she would be able to live with herself if she willingly went along with any of this.
Harry Marlowe sank his tongue even deeper into her wide-open pussy, twisting his lips this way and that so they were kissing her inner labia. He dredged out great amounts of her inner fluid, drinking the oils, slurping them down. Then he tugged his tongue from her interior and pursed his lips around her clitoris, pulling on it, sucking it, slurping it deeper and deeper until he was actually nibbling on it with his teeth.
"Ooooohhhhhhhhhh ... mmmmmmmmmmgggggaaaaaaannnnnnnngggggghhhhhhh . Marilyn gasped, feeling the strong pressure of his teeth on her sensitive clitoris.
"Uuurrrrrggggglllllmmmmmphhhhh!" Harry responded.
"Stop ... stop ... stop..." she screamed. "No more ... I can't stand it. . . "
Lifting his head from between her slender thighs, his chin and face soaked with her wet oils, he looked back at her, and said, "Teach, either you start sucking my cock right now, or I swear I'll bite your clit off."
A terrified Marilyn realized she was clutching the penis of the over-sexed boy, tugging it to the side, trying to keep it out of her face. Now her eyes focused on it, her hand feeling the wetness oozing from the thick head as it smeared her palm. She had often tucked Ralph's penis into her, but this was the first time she was actually holding one for any length of time. This close, she was able to study the coronal rim and the continuous oily tears that kept on leaking out. Suck on it? Was he insane?
"Never!" she finally gasped, trying to pull it farther away from her face.
"Dammit!" Harry snapped in a hoarse voice. "You're no fuckin' better than I am. If I can lick your pussy, you can suck my cock. Now damn you, start suckin', or like I said, I'll bite this clit right off you."
Marilyn was so confused, at first she didn't understand what it was he was threatening to do. When his words finally impressed themselves on her brain, she began to realize the terrible thing he was threatening. Her stomach churned as she stared at the massive organ gripped in her fist. She saw the way it was twitching, as if trying to force itself toward her mouth. She also saw the way his buttocks squeezed tightly shut around his ass-hole as he made the throbbing prick leap again and again. He tugged her cunt lips farther apart, using his teeth on her clitoris to let her know just how easy it would be for him to snip it off, and Marilyn quivered with more fear than ever. He pulled, applying the pressure of the edges of his teeth, then he took his mouth from her clitoris, saying, "This is your last chance, teach. Either you start sucking, or I start biting hard."
He slid his body back, trying to rub his groin into her face, the tip of his penis now slid over her lips, depositing a line of oil there, as well. His heavy ass-cheeks sank lower and she stared at it, shuddering. Thank God the boy had washed himself before coming over. The only smell, other than soap, was the strong muskiness coming from his groin. Marilyn shut her eyes tightly, quivering, her nostrils twitching and distending, inhaling more and more of the strong scent of his testicles. There was some new perspiration there, and it was effluviently evident. His rear lowered itself until he was actually pressing his buttocks into her face, sitting on it, and his anal opening was rubbing itself between her eyes. His heavy balls were pressing into the bridge of her nose, a testicle sagging down on either side as he lowered his weight even more, and the length of his prick was stretched from her nostrils across her lips, cutting off her air supply.
"Uuuunnnnnnggggghhhhh ... plllllleeeeeeaaaaase..." she gasped, trying to twist away. His knees were now tightly gripping her temples, holding her prisoner, keeping her from moving.
"Suck!" Harry Marlowe insisted.
The teacher was sobbing again, tears running from her eyes to her temples, and she sniffled, her trapped arm reaching up to grip the throbbing cock as Harry lifted his buttocks again. His testicles now hung low against her nose, her eyes temporarily out of focus as she tried peering past the dangling sac at the knobby shape of the immensely thick cock. She was still trying to focus on the throbbing organ, trying to see what all of it looked like this close up. She had never looked at her husband's this way, and a morbid curiosity was inside her. Lord! There was so much whitish-blonde hair all over his balls, as well as on his pelvis. There was even hair at the base of his scrotum, leading into the crack of his ass.
"Suck!" Harry commanded, his face hovering over her wet cunt, breathing on it, making Marilyn realize the feeling of his breath on her clitoris was extremely pleasurable, as the pressure of his tongue had been. It was wrong, of that there was no doubt, but it was so good. No, no, she had to cancel that thought from her mind. There had to be some way out of all this.
She looked at the heavy penis again, and for the first time realized it was not perfectly straight as she had thought. It had an upward curve to it. Underneath, she saw the heavy tube running through it, twitching each time he tightened the muscles of his ass, looking very much like a pulsing vein. It stood out, pushing the outer layer of flesh, making that small bit of skin look whiter than the rest of the pink shaft. She also noticed that though the corona flanged widely, as the penis moved toward the base, it became broader and broader. At the moment, the tip of the penis was farther from her than the base, because of the way she held it. She noted that unlike her husband, Harry was not circumcised, and there was a collar of skin known as foreskin clinging to the fully extended red glans. Each time he flexed his penis the head seemed to move out of the foreskin for a moment, then slide back in.
He brought his crotch that much lower against her lovely face now, his heavy cock and testicles riding back and forth until his scrotum rested against her eyes for a moment, blinding her. Then he raised his buttocks into the air so that the tip of the long, red penis began beating against her lips.
"Come on, come on," Harry throatily growled. "Get that mouth working. Hell! If all those broads in the triple-X movies can swallow a whole cock, there's no reason you can't."
"I've never done anything like this before," Marilyn gasped, trying to turn her head to keep the penile point from probing between her lips.
"Hell, if you can teach, you can also learn. Start learnin' real quick how to suck cock or you'll be sorry."
"I'm not used to anything like this."
"You'll get used to it," Harry insisted. "Now start sucking or I'll ram the cock down your throat and choke you with it."
The throbbing penile point was pressing against her lips again, and Marilyn, still crying, shamefully parted those lips. The first taste was strong and acrid and very salty. She shuddered as it touched the tip of her tongue. The acridity quickly vanished as the penis moved between her teeth, flattening her tongue, scrubbing her palate, pushing right to her throat as her narrow mouth was forced to open all the wider to contain the throbbing thickness. Staring at it, Marilyn realized that with the head pressing against the entrance to her gullet, only two-thirds of it was in her mouth. The thickness forced her jaws to open all the more widely, hurting them.
"Ooooooh! Shit! Yeeeaaahhh!" Harry gasped. "That feels real nice, teach. Who says a teacher can't be taught."
Harry lowered his hungry mouth to her wide-open vagina again as he continued lifting and lowering his ass, working his penis back and forth between Marilyn's unwilling lips. His tongue pushed itself past the entrance of her vagina with his arms wrapped firmly around her rubbery buttocks, his hands reaching under her and spreading the cheeks of her ass wide apart. This opened her cunt lips all the more, letting the thickness of his tongue fit into the vaginal groove a little easier. He slurped and pulled lubricant from her interior, digging his tongue deeper into the rich pinkness of her slit, plastering his lips tightly against the vaginal opening as his lathered tongue continued working deeper and deeper. Marilyn was sobbing, crying inside, feeling the wickedness of what he was doing. She would have cried aloud, but that was impossible with the thickness of his penis clogging her mouth, throbbing strongly as the tube in the underside pulsated and the head expanded each time he flexed the thick organ, beating strongly as if there were a heart inside that organ. Blood was continuing to keep that penis stiffer than ever, and Marilyn unwillingly felt her own clitoris swelling and stiffening as every part of her body began throbbing with feelings her husband had never taken the time to build in her. Her vulva lips swelled and puffed out even more, and even her nipples were throbbing. She let her hands fall to her sides, determined not to use them to hold onto Harry's body, insistently refusing to accept what was happening to her. This was completely wrong. She felt her nipples swelling so thickly, the tops of Harry's thighs were rubbing them, massaging them, tantalizing them even more. Each time her nipples felt the rubbing pressure of Harry's flesh, his tongue licked across her vagina, as well, and she felt the thick head of his throbbing cock once again press against her throat in an effort to penetrate her gullet. She was gagging and choking, but Harry paid no attention whatsoever. He was enjoying himself to the utmost and wouldn't let a little thing like a strangling teach interrupt his pleasure.
Heaven help her! The penis was so massive, so thick, and it continued rubbing in and out of her mouth. Without her willing them to do so, her lips were shaping themselves to its tubular breadth as the organ was washed again and again in her saliva. Without meaning to, she was starting to suck. Though it was not quite the horribly disgusting thing she had imagined, it was still wrong, and
Marilyn was trying to close her mind to it. Had she permitted herself to think, she was afraid she might consider what she was doing as something very natural ... almost as natural as feeling something like this stabbing into her heated cunt.
"No! No! No!" she garbled, but she was the only one who heard herself. She must not allow herself to enjoy anything as debasing as this. The boy had forced her upstairs, had all but torn her clothing off, was performing one of the vilest acts on her vagina with his mouth, and was even more terrible in forcing her to suck his penis. Imagine! She was actually sucking his mastodonic penis. This was so utterly absurd, that even as her mouth continued working around the throbbing organ, she was unable to believe all this was happening.
Marilyn wanted to scream for help. She wanted to cry out and hope that someone outside might hear her and call the police. Unfortunately, she was unable to cry. Her words were jammed back down her throat by the blonde football player's penis as Harry continued pounding his hips up and down, trying to slam his throbbing cock into the depths of her virginal throat. At the same time his tongue was alternating between massaging her clitoris and probing into her vaginal depths, as his belly now pressed against her nipples and his thighs surrounded her head, clamping it tightly.
Marilyn unwillingly found herself continuing to suck, and she realized the only way out of this nightmare was to make the boy come, and so she sucked all the more strongly. She raised a hand and clamped it against his buttocks, and soon she raised the other hand, as well. She bobbed her head up and down, telling herself she was doing this because she wanted to make all this end, and not because she was in any way enjoying it. Her fingers gripped his buttocks tightly, and her nails dug into the flesh of the man-like boy's ass. She was sucking solidly, though she was unable to pull more of his cock into her mouth. Harry kept trying to force more of his prick in, thrilling to the feel of his ass being torn by her fingernails. He snorted air through his nostrils like an overheated bull, pressing his face even more deeply between her wetly dripping vaginal lips, his mouth too busy to allow him to victoriously smile. He had her, he really had her. She was sucking of her own volition, and that was what was important. Even if she wasn't taking more of his cock between her hungry jaws, what she was taking was being built to a high peak, and he knew it wouldn't be much longer before he'd be filling her throat with his milky seed. This was really something; being sucked off by Mrs. Kalian, the one untouchable female teacher in the school. He, Harry Marlowe, had gotten to her.
He slammed his ass down a little harder, but her throat was tightly constricted and his cock was unable to penetrate. Harry put it down to his thickness, smiling at himself, if unable to do so in reality. He was in as far as he was going ... this time. This time! There would be other times, lots of other times. Every time this bitch tutored him he'd use her after the lesson was over, and he knew she wouldn't be able to stop tutoring him because the principal had told him she was doing it to help benefit the school. That was good, because he needed to play on that. She was really sucking away, now, pulling with her lips, licking with her tongue, working her mouth around the head on each upstroke and wetting the full length of his penis ... well almost the full length of it on each downstroke. Her nails were tearing the flesh on his buttocks, and he thrust his penis into her mouth repeatedly, moving it like a rapid-fire machine gun. Even more important than her sucking was the movement of her belly, as she heaved her cunt against his hungry mouth. He sucked all the more strongly, knowing she was feeling what he was doing to her.
Marilyn felt it, all right. She felt it strongly, and she was fighting to keep from feeling more. Her mind was trying to force the sensations from her body, but with little success. She thought of school and all the unpleasant things that went on there in an effort to shut her brain out to what was happening, but her body continued reacting. She was shouting a lot of garbled, unclear sounds, hoping to make him stop, but to Harry Marlowe it was merely a signal for him to continue sucking even harder.
Lifting his face from her cunt, Marlowe gasped, "Yeah, teach, I'm getting the message. You want a nice climax. Well you keep sucking my cock and I'll give it to you, lady. I'll fuck your cunt with my tongue and fuck your mouth with my cock ... this time."
Marilyn wasn't listening to what he was saying. She suddenly realized that for a brief span of time his face had pulled itself away from her vagina, and her mind was supposed to be grateful. Perhaps it was, but her body certainly wasn't. Her vagina missed the heavy pressure of his licking tongue, and she wanted to feel it again and again.
When his face dove back into her vagina again, his hands clutched the rounded cheeks of her buttocks all the more tightly, and his forefinger dug between her cheeks, seeking, and finally finding the little hole that was her anus. He pressed with the tip of his forefinger, and Marilyn, suddenly aware of the new sensation, tried wriggling her ass away from the finger. Her buttocks rose and her cunt slammed all the more strongly into his face as his finger finally parted the ring of her sphincter and pushed its way through. He pushed until the first joint was inside, and Marilyn writhed, feeling a sharp pain to distract her from the pleasure his mouth had been building in her vagina. She snorted through her nostrils, the cock not letting her breathe through her mouth, and as the finger probed deeper, she sucked all the more strongly on the penis, feeling his tongue wash her vaginal walls. He was licking all the more quickly, rubbing his tongue against her clitoris, then pressing it into her tight pussy, and she felt herself building higher than she had ever built before. She was going to have a climax, and though this was all against her will, she knew it would be stronger than anything she'd ever had before. Her lips pulled on the penis in her mouth as her head bobbed all the more quickly. She sucked and sucked and sucked, and he trembled, his lips pulling on her shuddering clitoris, making Marilyn realize the climax was almost ready to totally overwhelm her. She slammed her pussy against his face each time her lips tugged on his penis, sucking harder and harder against the cork of his cock.
The finger in her rectum stabbed deeper, probing and circling, widening her rectal opening as his tongue slurped into her tight.
Aaaaaauuuuuugggggghhhhhhhh! HHHHaaaannnngggghhhh! UUUnnnggghhh! She was unable to control herself. She wasn't able to hold back. How much more was a woman supposed to be able to stand? Any more and she'd scream at the top of her lungs.
Lava burst through her trembling, shuddering body as she came, and came again, exploding with uncontrolled fierceness the like of which she had never before experienced.
"AAAAARRRRRGGGGGHHH HHLLLLLUUUUUMMMMMPHHHHHH!" she gasped and gagged with the head of the thick penis pressing against her throat, responding again and again to the stronger, wonderful thrills surging through her, reaching into her from the tip of his thrusting tongue and the solid finger driving in and out of her shuddering rectum. The finger twirled and spun and turned and twisted, and Marilyn wondered how much more of this sensation she would be able to withstand before coming apart at the joints. Though it was one evil feeling that had started all this, she began to know the sensations she had longed for. Her mind continued to remain closed simply because this was not the way she had wanted it to happen, but her body was responding repeatedly, jerking and twisting and wriggling up and down. Why in the name of heaven wasn't her husband capable of bringing her a sensation such as this one?
Harry's sucking lips eased away and his tongue slid back into his mouth as he came up for air, his face almost blue as he panted and gasped. Marilyn realized her vaginal walls were reaching out, trying to grasp his escaping tongue. Her body felt as if it was willingly turning inside-out as fire continued to endlessly course through her. Her spurting oils flooded her thighs and drenched the mattress. He raised himself on stiff arms, hands flat against the bedcovers, his groin slamming his rock hard cock into the depths of her throa,t, his balls pressing against her flared nostrils, cutting off her air. He held himself deathly still, but every muscle, every nerve-ending in his entire body was quivering, and Marilyn, knowing she would suffocate unless he pinnacled, sucked harder and harder.
Marilyn's teeth dug lightly into the swollen lance of his stiffened penis, knowing the man was about to come. He was going to spurt his semen down her throat. She stiffened, the waiting becoming unbearable, the tension unbelievable.
Harry Marlowe let loose, exploding vehemently, the semen shooting into her throat and straight down into her belly without letting her taste it. He thrust again, fucking as his balls continued pumping the fluid into his cock, and then into her throat. She choked against his copious spendings, trying to pull free, but his thighs had her cheeks in a tight grip as he continued spurting again and again.
When it was over, Harry collapsed on top of her, opening his thighs as his limp penis finally fell from her semen-soaked mouth. Marilyn lay there, gasping, refusing to accept this orgasm as the enjoyable climax she had been seeking, if only because she felt so much anger against this boy. Somehow she managed to slide out from beneath him and dress rapidly as he lay quietly on her bed, exhausted. Leaving the room, she closed the door behind her as her doorbell rang.
CHAPTER THREE
It had been a violent, traumatic experience, but Marilyn knew she would do nothing about it. Calling the police would serve no purpose at this time. True, Harry Marlowe ought not to be allowed to get away with what he had done, but Marilyn felt certain she had a better way of ruining him. If the boy intended depending on her to pass English this year, he was going to be stuck in high school at least one more year, and should he attempt this again, she would keep him in high school forever.
She'd had to put on a fresh pair of panties since Harry had ruined her last pair, but luckily her blouse and skirt were polyester, and wrinkle-proof. She managed to slip her sandals on again, and went downstairs to the insistent ringing of the doorbell.
Eddie Johnson was standing outside her door. He had the kind of dark-blonde hair her last imaginary lover had possessed, with an almost square face, and a nose twice as twisted as that of Harry Marlowe. Eddie had dark-green, eyes, closely set together, a crooked mouth that kept him from being good-looking in any way, and an exceptionally weak chin. Everyone in school, including the teachers, knew Harry Marlowe was Eddie Johnson's idol. Eddie tried in every way to be a carbon copy of Harry, which no one was able to understand. Harry came from a middle-class family, while Eddie came from a wealthy family. His father was a corporation lawyer, and was well-known throughout the entire area. Though Eddie went in for football like Harry, it was also well-known that should his football career fall through, there was always a place for him in his father's law firm. Unfortunately, Eddie Johnson's grasp of the English language was rudimentary. His grasp of any kind of law language was impossible.
Eddie's father being both, wealthy, and a lawyer, had saved the boy from jail more than once. What Marilyn and no one else knew was, Eddie Johnson was the local rapist. He was as tall as Harry Marlowe, and he was as strong, though it would have never occurred to him to challenge Marlowe's authority. However, when off on his own Eddie went to the other side of town, the poor section, and there, usually jumped on some girl not more than thirteen or fourteen, who was not only too weak to fight back, but too scared to scream. One thing about Eddie Johnson was his lack of prejudice. He raped them white, black, brown or yellow. Skin color didn't mean a thing to him. It was fun popping all those little cherries, screwing cunts that were so tight.
like all rapists, Eddie's big thrill was not the sex act itself, but the humiliation of the female he was attacking. He was a brutal boy when with a girl unable to defend herself, and on two occasions when he had been picked up by the local police for questioning, his father's influence was the only thing that kept him out of a lineup where he would have certainly been identified. True, Eddie enjoyed sex. He was also convinced, and rightly so, that no woman would want anything to do with him, willingly. He was ugly, but his ugliness stemmed from within himself rather than on his face. Boys with uglier faces got along well with girls because they were basically decent. Eddie Johnson's mind was more twisted than his nose. In later years he would end up in a mental institution.
Now, as Marilyn opened the door and let the boy in, she looked in his eye but saw nothing of the glint that had been in Harry Marlowe's. Eddie Johnson's eyes always had a dull, glazed look in them. It was as if there was a perpetual fog covering his brain, and it never lifted, not even when he was sexually attacking a female.
At this moment, Marilyn, like everyone other than Eddie's father, was totally unaware of the boy's penchant for rape. Eddie, who, a week earlier, had raped his first sixteen-year-old, looked at Marilyn Kalian and wondered if he might possibly get away with screwing her. It never once entered his demented mind to attempt seducing her. Oddly, because he was such a gnarled mental individual, he was correct in his assessment of the fact that no woman wanted anything to do with him, sexually.
"Hey, where's Harry?" he asked, walking in and looking around. "I know he came here before me. The only reason I agreed to come here was 'cause Harry came here, first."
"Harry's upstairs, resting," Marilyn told him in as stern a voice as possible. "The studying seems to have taken a little too much out of him."
"Yeah. I can understand that," Eddie nodded. "Hey, maybe I oughtta go see him for a minute, huh."
"Did you come here to learn, or to see Harry?" Marilyn asked acidly, knowing all Eddie Johnson understood was dominance.
"Aw come on, I just wanna talk to Harry for a moment."
"You can talk to him when he comes downstairs. Besides, he might be in the bathroom. You wouldn't want to bother him in there, would you?"
"Naw, I guess not. Say, I gotta take a leak, myself."
"Then use the bathroom downstairs, right off the kitchen."
"Hey yeah, I'll do that," Eddie nodded. After all, if Harry had to use a John, he had to do the same thing.
Three minutes later, Eddie Johnson was back.
"Hey," he asked, "whose soda is that?" he pointed to a glass on her coffee table.
"I poured it for Harry, but he wasn't in the mood. You can have it if you wish."
Harry's soda? Sure thing! It made Eddie Johnson feel bigger than ever to know he was getting something meant for Harry Marlowe.
Picking up the glass, he hastily drank the soda, and Marilyn, looking at him, watched his adam's apple bob as he downed the drink. There was something so totally overwhelmingly disgusting about Eddie Johnson. He didn't smell bad. Because Harry Marlowe showered after football practice, Eddie did the same thing. Yet there was something so completely unclean about the boy. Marilyn inwardly wrinkled her nose, hating to be near him. Yet she had volunteered for this, or to be more accurate she had agreed to do it, and she would go through with it.
The two sat on the living room sofa, and Marilyn started to teach. It took almost no time for her to see nothing she was explaining was getting through to Eddie Johnson. His mind was so unfriendly. It wandered everywhere, refusing to concentrate on anything. Though Marilyn considered herself a Liberal, and was against things like Hitler's plans for a perfect human race by the wiping out of unfit people, when looking at Eddie Johnson she sometimes wondered whether it might not be such a bad idea, after all. Here was a boy who was growing to manhood who really was unfit to associate with pigs, much less human beings.
For the next fifty minutes she attempted to teach the boy, and for the same amount of time met with constant emptiness. His mind was a total vacuum, incapable of picking up anything it chose not to.
"Hey, teach!" a voice yelled from upstairs. "I'm thirsty. How's about bringing me up some soda."
"Hey, Harry," Eddie yelled up. "is that you."
"Yeah, moron. Who else."
Though Harry disliked Eddie Johnson almost as much as anyone else, he was unable to shake the boy, and continued calling him all kinds of unsavory names in the hope the boy would one day take the hint and go drown himself. Harry Marlowe was one of those rare human beings who didn't give a damn whether anyone idolized him, or not. As far as he was concerned, the entire human race ought to go fuck itself, while paying him good money.
Eddie spied the other glass of soda, the one Marilyn had brought for herself but hadn't touched, and grabbing it, headed for the stairs, shouting, "Hey, Harry, here. I got a glass of soda for you." He hurried up the steps. Marilyn leaped to her feet, knowing Harry would say something to Eddie. In fact, when Eddie reached the top of the stairs, he said to Harry, "Hey, how come you're naked? You gonna take a shower or something?"
"C'mere, slimuck!" Harry snapped.
Marilyn wanted to turn and run from the house then and there. Had Eddie remained upstairs a moment longer, she probably would have. But after she heard, "Yeah? No shit!" Eddie Johnson was hurrying downstairs. He walked over to the front door, shut it, then turned to face her, saying, "Well, teacher, here's your prize pupil, back again."
"Sit down, Eddie," she insisted, her heart trip-hammering in her breast.
"Sit down? Shit on that! I can't wait for some of the goodies you're gonna give me, just like you gave Harry."
Immediately the cock-sure boy began pulling off his clothes.
"Stop that!" Marilyn shouted, the first twinges of terrifying dread starting to make her stomach churn as she stared at the boy.
Eddie reached for her, a confident smile on his twisted face, his foggy eyes undressing her as he continued pulling his clothes off.
"C'mon, le's fuck!" he insisted.
"How dare you!" Marilyn gasped. "Certainly that's one word I never taught you. How dare you use it to me. I have no intention of listening to such language," she said, her voice quivering.
"Now why the hell are you bein' so unfriendly?" Eddie Johnson asked, a leer twisting his misshapen lips even more, letting her see the chipped teeth on the right side of his mouth. He tossed his shirt on the dining room sofa to his right while standing in the entranceway between the dining room and the living room. "From what Harry tells me, you weren't the least li'l bit unfriendly to him."
"Eddie Johnson, the time for your lesson is over," Marilyn insisted. "If you don't leave this house this instant, why I'll ... I'll ... I'll. . . " she sputtered as he began pulling off his faded jeans.
"Hey now, teach, calm down," he said, trying to imitate Harry. He walked over to her trembling form and threw a heavy arm around her shoulders, intent on leading her toward the living room sofa. "If you ain't nice to me, I'll go runnin' outside screamin' for help, tellin' everyone how you tried molestin' me. You know, my dad's a lawyer, and you know what he can do to you. He'd just love to be able to prove that his kid is always being picked on."
"Oh my God!" Marilyn gasped, moaning softly as she realized this ugly, grotesque, misshappen boy, misshapen inwardly as well as out, was about to take advantage of the hold he had on her, all because of the sick Harry Marlowe. She wanted to die then and there. Anything was better than submitting to this grotesque imitation of a monster. He had struck a nerve, and from the look in his befogged eyes, it was obvious he knew it. She was being made to pay a second time that day, simply because she enjoyed having little fantasies while presumably alone. First that horrible Harry Marlowe, and now this even worse boy.
"Eddie, don't do this," she said. "You know I'm going to fight you, and tomorrow I'll report you to the dean of boys."
"You ain't reportin' me to no one," he laughed. "What's more, I think I ought make you beg me to fuck you before I go ahead and do it. You know, I ain't never had a woman beg me to do that, yet. It might be fun."
He lewdly grinned at her, then deliberately tugged off his underpants, leaving his shoes and socks and undershirt on. He stood nakedly defiant before her, at least from the waist down.
His penis was neither as long or as thick as that of her husband, much less that of Harry Marlowe. It was long enough and certainly thick enough so that the boy had nothing to be ashamed of, but for the first time Marilyn realized that men's penises came in a complete variety of sizes. There was probably one much larger than that of Harry Marlowe, just as there was probably one considerably smaller than that of Eddie Johnson.
The lovely teacher was almost tempted to laugh at the bitter and terrible irony of her situation. She had always wanted strong, virile lovers, and now here was the second one in the same day. She was trapped by a leering, half-witted boy, and instead of teaching him grammar, she was letting herself be taught-to fuck.
As if to confirm her unspoken but fearful beliefs, the boy reached out and cruelly pinched her nipple through her blouse and brassiere. The terrified English teacher listened as the boy cruelly snickered with undisguised rapture. Her fears continued mounting as she stared at his twisted, ugly face, his distorted features contorted even more into an obscene picture of hungry licentiousness. She wondered if it would do her any good to attempt reasoning with him, then, remembering how impossible it had been with Harry Marlowe, knew reasoning with something as dull-witted as Eddie Johnson was a complete waste of time. It was plain this was a sadistic, mean boy who would derive great happiness from her embarrassment. Though fighting would be futile, she wouldn't give herself to him without a struggle. She wanted nothing to do with him, and she had no intention of simply getting it over with as quickly as possible by surrendering herself to him.
"Eddie, you get dressed and get out of here, right now," Marilyn insisted, stamping her foot.
"Sure thing, teach," he laughed, and walking over to her, gripped her shoulders with his two hands, and literally lifted her up, holding her feet a few inches off the ground. "You and me are gonna have us a lotta fun."
"No!" she insisted. "I won't be a toy you boys think you can play with at your convenience. Whatever you try I'm going to fight back. I won't let you do this to me."
The boy responded with a series of derisive snorts and chuckles as he held her struggling body up. Marilyn stared, incredulous at the change that had come over the boy. He was leering excitedly at her, his legs obscenely spread as he slowly put her down, still gripping her shoulders. Chortling, he took one arm from one of her shoulders, reached down, grabbed his penis, and began to pull it back and forth, stroking it. He was making fun of her and Marilyn hated him all the more for it, realizing she was at his mercy. Mercy? She knew better than to expect any from this boy. He was the kind who pulled wings off flies, then dropped their living bodies into spider's webs.
Marilyn gasped, trying to speak, finding herself unable to do so. Words caught and bunched in her clogged throat and she was barely able to breathe. A numbing sense of hopelessness had totally overwhelmed her as she listened to the filthy things the boy told her he wanted to do to her. One obscenity after another spilled from his lips. She stared into his face, pleading for some kind of mercy, but his hands were busy, undressing her. Marilyn struggled, but it was useless. Un-like Harry Marlowe, Eddie Johnson didn't care about whether he tore her clothing or not, and he ripped her blouse off, and when she struggled he smacked her face with one hand while holding her with the other. After all, if his idol, Harry Marlowe had gotten a piece of this teacher, there was no reason in the world for him not to get as much. He managed to pull down the zipper of her skirt without tearing it, then forced it over her hips so that it formed a pool on the floor at her feet. It took no time for him to tear her brassiere off, and he ripped her panties off, as well. His hands roughly explored her lush curves, his mind enjoying the fact that she was as miserable and as helpless as all the smaller girls he had raped. He had her right where he wanted her. There was nothing she'd be able to do now without the entire village finding out. They'd be sure to blame the older woman rather than the teenage boy. Even his twisted, warped mind knew that.
Nakedly, Marilyn stood rooted to the spot, realizing this was a far more cruel boy than Harry Marlowe, whom she had believed to be the ultimate in cruelty, earlier. Struggling would only earn her more slaps, and perhaps a black eye which she would have to try explaining away to her husband. So she stood passively as Eddie's callused fingers moved more and more demandingly over the naked roundness of her clenched-together buttocks, then slid up to the heaving swells of her breasts. The boy was handling her much more roughly than Harry Marlowe, twisting and kneading her trembling flesh as he continued staring at her with unquenchable, dull-witted fascination. Then he tugged the useless panties around her ankles away, totally ripping the elastic. He told her, "I ain't gonna wait no more, teach. I gotta fuck you, right now."
Marilyn shuddered and trembled as the boy's fingers, like bands of steel, dug firmly into her tender arm. He yanked her toward the green sofa, and at the last moment literally hurled her against the sofa so that she fell, face-down on the cushions.
"Harry tells me he kissed your pussy, first. Well if your cunt is good enough for Harry's mouth, it's good enough for mine," he laughed.
Marilyn moaned into the sofa cushions, her mind already half dazed with shameful humiliation and horror. Her body lay on the sofa like a deflated balloon, and the anxious eyes of Eddie Johnson feasted themselves on the sight of her naked flesh, enjoying the roundness of her buttocks and the fullness of her shoulders while her waist remained so small and narrow. Hell! He wasn't used to fucking anything this good. This was really a special cunt all right. He was going to enjoy it.
For a brief moment Marilyn had the urge to turn her head and glare at the boy with a strong look of defiance, but she realized it would have been a pointless, childish act. This youngster, this high-school-brat, almost young enough to be a son if she'd had a son, had trapped her, and she would be rewarded by nothing but further humiliation if she fought back.
Imagine! All this had come about simply because she had liked to play games in her mind, and she had been so absorbed with the idea of playing with herself, she hadn't shut her front door. Now it was all haunting her in a horrible way. Her own stupidity stemmed from having accepted the principal's offer to do tutoring, anyway. She had been perfectly content as a simple English teacher. Why did she have to become head of the English department? Was she really that wrong in wanting to advance herself and make a little more money so she and Ralph wouldn't have to struggle quite so hard? Why did this have to happen to her? It all seemed to be so ridiculous, so pointless.
The helpless teacher lay there on her belly feeling hands coursing along the raised trestle that was her spine and a shuddering tremor passed through her. She felt so weak, so ridiculously like a helpless baby, being manhandled by this vile, indecent eighteen-year-old boy.
"Hey, hey, hey, teach, lookit what I got here for you," the boy's leering voice called out, knifing into her thoughts. Before she was able to move, she felt Eddie Johnson's hand gripping her tied-back hair and yanking her head up a few inches off the sofa. Her eyes stared listlessly, though she inwardly cringed as she stared at his erect young penis wiggling in the air in front of her face like some primitive spear preparing for a savage attack she knew was about to begin. She was terrified he would try making her suck it, the way Harry Marlowe had done.
"You got any idea what I'm gonna do with this li'l present?" Eddie asked, taunting her. "I'm gonna use it to fill that tight pussy of yours. I'm gonna fuck you with it, that's what I'm gonna do. Now what the hell d'you think of that?"
"Please ... don't do it," she sobbed, softly. A tremulous shudder instinctively ran through her body at the sound of the wicked teenager talking to her. He was such a vile, vicious, nasty person. If something like him ever married, she pitied the woman whom he married. His hand tugged more tightly on her hair, making her cry out in pain.
"Come on, teach," the boy pleaded, mockingly. "I ain't never had a girl tell me how much she wanted me to fuck her, before. I wanna hear you say it. Tell me how much you'd like to feel my cock pushing into your tight cunt. Tell me how much you want me to fuck you. Come on, teach. I wanna hear you beg for it."
Marilyn trembled, feeling her stomach turn with nausea at the very idea of having to plead with this beastly imitation of a human being, and she remained silent, refusing to give in to his demand. To do as he wished would make her lower than the lowest thing that crawled; in other words lower than Eddie Johnson. She would not give this vicious boy the pleasure of hearing her beg for something she definitely didn't want. There had to be a line drawn somewhere. It was bad enough being physically forced to submit. To actually plead for this degradation was something she refused to do.
"No," she gasped, almost out of breath. "Absolutely not."
"I said, beg," Eddie Johnson insisted, and pulled her hair so hard Marilyn was afraid he would tug it out by the roots. "Beg!" he muttered, gritting his teeth together, and holding a fist near her face to let her know he intended punching her if she didn't come right out and plead with him.
"All right, all right," she sobbed, tears running down her cheeks. She felt totally shattered by the helplessness of her position. "Go on and do it to me."
"Y'call that begging?" he asked. "You beg, you plead, you really crawl, and say it using the kinda words I like to hear."
"P-Please..." she gasped. "Please ... do it to me," she sobbed, feeling totally defeated and helpless.
"Do what to you?" Eddie asked. "You know," she gasped.
"But I don't know," he replied. "I wanna hear you say it. Whatcha want me t'do t'you, teach?"
"Oh my God," she sobbed, and then, between clenched teeth herself, she gasped, "Fuck me!"
"A little louder, teach. What was that?"
"I said, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!"
"Yeah! Yeah!" Eddie whooped out loud. "That's what I wanna hear. Thatta' way, teach."
Listening to the boy's triumphant shouts, Marilyn realized her degradation was now total and complete, and by the lowest thing to ever call itself a human being. Now that she had uttered such vilely obscene words, she doubted very much if she'd ever be able to stand looking at her naked self in the mirror, again. She had allowed herself to once again lose control of a situation between herself and a teenage boy, and at this moment she wished she were dead. She was nothing but the lowest kind of tramp, no better than the worst kind of slut on the street who made her living with her body.
"Now that we both know what we both want," Eddie said, "I'm gonna stuff my prick into your belly, shoving it so far in you're gonna taste it in your throat."
Marilyn swallowed, remembering the taste of Harry's semen. Toward the end, when his penis had shriveled, the few remaining drops had been deposited on her tongue and she had actually rolled the whitish drops around before swallowing them. Now that she thought about it, she was ashamed of herself for having so eagerly pulled the drippings into her throat, but she realized that at the time she hadn't had much choice. Had she spat up his semen, Harry Marlowe would have known it, and he might have slapped her around.
Eddie Johnson laughed nervously from the excitement. He was thrilled, thinking what was about to happen. Harry had gotten something out of this teacher, and now he, Eddie Johnson, was going to get something out of this same teacher. Harry had admitted he hadn't fucked her, so Eddie would be having a first, fucking her cunt before Harry, who as much as admitted he intended fucking her another time. This was going to be one terrific lay. It was one thing to fuck all those spic and nigger girls, as well as some of those chinks, but now he was gonna plow his cock into the one teacher in the school no one had ever gotten to first base with. Well, no one before Harry, anyway. Now he was gonna do a little scoring on his own. Yeah, this was one swell-built teacher, and he was gonna fuck her cunt dry. Here she was, all naked and stretched out on her belly before him, and he was gonna take full advantage of the situation.
"Don't you move 'til I get my cock alia way in," the boy commanded, nervously. His voice was trembling with salacity as he thought of what he was about to do to this older woman who was always known as the untouchable teacher of Baldrick High. His cock was hard and stiff and aching, like it had never before been in his life, and he just hoped he wouldn't pop his load too quickly. He let himself lie down on top of her, stretching himself out on her smooth, white back, his face pressed into the soft shape of her bunched brown hair.
Marilyn tried cringing away from him, shivering with fear from the oncoming attack. She feebly tried pushing her body into the sofa cushions in the hope of escaping the boy, but his hands were digging under her hips, trying to lift her ass toward him. Her body was gripped in a steel, vise-like grip, and Marilyn realized it would have been physically impossible to shake free of this boy who exercised every day, playing football. The boy's knees were already slowly, relentlessly forcing her thighs to open with an urgency that was bruising the tender flesh of the insides of her loins.
Gasping, she strained to keep him from parting her thighs, her face reddening from the effort, but it was a hopeless struggle. The boy was so much stronger than she. Then the breath actually surged from her lungs as the boy fell heavily between her suddenly limp thighs. A deep moan of utter despair issued from Marilyn's sighing mouth as she felt the hardened stiffness of the boy's throbbing phallus pressing firmly against the tender flesh of her inner thighs. He moved forward on the couch, now insinuating the full length of it along the narrow, tightly clenched crevice between her ass-cheeks as she began writhing and wriggling again, turning frantically beneath him in an effort to escape, arousing his lascivity even more with the pressure of her helpless struggles. As a rapist he had come to enjoy struggling women the most, and having the teacher struggle against him was the most thrilling sensation Eddie Johnson had ever enjoyed.
"Up on your knees," he growled, his voice making her slender body tremble with terror.
Instead, Marilyn stiffened her slender torso, pressing the front of her body firmly into the sofa. Bitter tears of self reproach and anger, mixed with fear were beginning to drip from her eyes into the almost-worn fabric of the cushions beneath, and the teacher did her best to keep from moving, hoping that if he saw how unwilling she was, he'd give up this awful rape of her helpless body. How was she to know that resistance only keyed up the boy that much more.
With a loud, delighted grunt, the boy slapped the flat of his palm solidly against the nakedly unprotected buttocks of the strikingly lovely teacher, and the poor woman gasped with pain as she jerked forward. His hands gripped her hips more firmly now, and he pulled them quickly up off the sofa cushions so that she was bent over in a kneeling position. By the time Marilyn realized what was happening, her buttocks were waving high in the air like a Roman eagle. She made a hopeless attempt to throw her body down again, but the boy raised his hand and walloped her buttocks again and again until she stopped trying to fight him and stopped her resistance.
Marilyn had known from the very beginning she would have to ultimately surrender. The boy had her in a position where there was no way for her to escape. There was nothing left now other than the horrible, humiliating submission to Eddie Johnson's wantonly obscene desires. Her body was starting to tingle, behaving again like a traitor to her mind. Her physical being was now nothing more than a toy for this idiot, to use as he saw fit in his inhuman conquest of her shuddering body, he tried proving to himself once more that he was just as good as his idol. This would not end until this boy exploded his heated liquid all the way inside her helplessly bent over body. It was useless for her to struggle or even care, anymore. Heaven help her, but her head really ached, and she felt so dizzy.
Crouched between her widespread thighs from behind, Eddie stared at the luscious rounded moons of her quivering buttocks-the flesh of which was stretched in a vulnerable offering. The boy's face glowed heatedly with thrilled pride, his wide eyes no longer misty, now glistening with pride at this accomplishment, his groin pulsating with uncontrollable desire. Yet he waited. He wanted to get the ultimate enjoyment from this rape, thrilling to the idea he had subjugated his untouchable tutor, loving the sight of her kneeling body. It wouldn't be much longer before he fired a warm load of sperm into the oven-like depths of her hotly waiting little pussy. Yes, it was a little pussy.
The boy held himself back, purposely, actually torturing himself at the moment in anticipation of the thrilling actuality when he would slam forward and stab his throbbing cock beneath the whitely round ass-cheeks that swayed before him, and into the center of the pouting labia, separating them even wider. He wanted this teacher, this woman who assumed domination over him in a classroom, to humble herself completely before him. He wanted to make her cringe with terror, knowing she was going to be fucked by the great Eddie Johnson. Then, when he finally did shove his cock into her, he wanted to make her ldve it so much, she would come. Not only that, but when he finally left the house, the one thing he wanted her to remember most was the fact that she had come with his cock in her cunt. Yeah! That would be the best thing for him. Because he knew he'd probably never be able to fuck her again. Un-like Harry Marlowe, who had grandiose plans for the teacher, Eddie Johnson figured he'd probably be looking for another tutor after today. What the hell! He wanted to fuck her so solidly, that there might come a time when she'd come crawling to him, begging him for his cock, and he'd turn away from her. He enjoyed putting people like this down even more than he liked orgasms. The thought charged through his body like jagged electricity.
Yeah! He was gonna make this sexy teacher writhe and squirm and come. She'd like his cock plugged into her so much, every time she saw him in the future she'd get a twinge in her cunt, even if she wouldn't come right out and admit how hot she was for him. What was more, he'd be able to brag to all the other guys on the team who he had fucked, because Harry was upstairs and would be able to back him up.
Teasing himself a moment longer, he began rubbing his slim, solid cock roughly around in the narrow tightness of the crevice between her buttocks, pressing the softly quivering ass-cheeks around it to enclose it like a well-fitting glove around a hand. Still uncertain just what it was this boy intended doing, Marilyn shuddered when he leaned forward and planted a long line of wet, hot tonguings along the raised ridges making up her spine. He was inwardly gloating as he felt her tremble underneath him. The lovely teacher groaned softly and the muscles of her shuddering body tensed nervously as she felt the wet, slithery contact of his tongue slowly, tauntingly down the line in the center of her lower back until he reached the tightly clenched cut that separated her buttocks as they waved high in their propped-up position above the sofa seat.
Smiling as if he knew something, the boy dropped his hands to the rounded swells that were Marilyn's lovely ass-cheeks, spreading his fingers on either side of the softly resilient moons, and then strongly tugging outward, pulling on the delicate flesh in-between.
Marilyn immediately tried tensing her buttocks tightly together, fighting the outward pressure the lasciviously grinning boy was continuing to exert with his fingers. Little by little the straining muscles of her inner thighs slowly began giving way to the continuing tugging. The boy's hungry mouth was now low and poised directly behind the thick, pink folds of luscious, hair-surrounded flesh that was the entryway to her vagina. His befogged eyes now shone with hardness and he stared, looking like he was able to see right through her as the soft flanges of flesh slowly parted. There was a slight covering of feminine dew forming and pearling on the tender inner labia, and leaning forward, he pressed his face into her buttocks and stabbed out with his tongue, lapping at the vaginal opening.
The touch of his tongue shooting between her vaginal lips was so overpowering, Marilyn was paralyzed for a moment, caught completely off-guard. She had geared her mind to expect more cruelty, and she had been waiting for him to cram his hard cock into her. This pressure with his tongue was something so totally unexpected, she was not prepared for it.
Leaning back a little, Eddie Johnson took a deep breath and expelled it softly into her open vaginal crevice. Almost as if in reply, Marilyn shuddered and issued a faint groan from her lips. She tried moving a little, but her struggles were not quite as strong as they had been, before. There was still a voice in her brain, reminding her this was a sick boy who was doing all this. She had to be careful of him. She must not allow her resistance to be overcome by the tingling sensations she was feeling. Even with the warmth flooding through her vaginal canal, she had to be on guard at all times. There was no telling when this sick boy might revert to type and try hurting her. She hoped the principal, Mr. Kuline, would get an acute case of gangrenous testicles. He was the reason for all this happening to her.
The lovely brown-haired teacher struggled to quell another moan building in her throat as she shut her mind to the continually mounting wisps of pained pleasure that were beginning to ripple through her trembling belly. It was happening all over again. First with Harry Marlowe, and now with Eddie Johnson. This was ridiculous. Her muscles, which had been so keyed against torture some minutes earlier now began relaxing into soft submissiveness. Against her will she began thrilling to the gentle sensations of warmth now soothing her defenseless loins, and for a few moments, not seeing Eddie Johnson's face, she forgot just who was doing this to her-and why. A long, low sigh escaped from her lips as she felt another rush of warm, moist air float from the boy's mouth over the crevice between her open mounds of gluteal flesh and into her vaginal opening.
The tension in the room was almost electric, and Eddie Johnson was now smiling with wanton lust, knowing he had control over this lovely teacher. He heard the sighs coming from her, and to him they were sounds of surrender. Yeah, he had this teacher, this older woman kneeling before him on the sofa, and he was gonna make her do anything he wanted.
Eddie pressed his face forward again, pushing his wide-open mouth solidly against the seeping wetness of Marilyn's nakedly exposed vaginal opening. Marilyn gasped and began fitfully squirming, but her sounds were now swallowed up by the sofa cushion as she pressed her mouth solidly against it. She began jerking forward each time he teased her by touching the lips of her cunt with his tongue. He gripped her hips and pulled her buttocks solidly back against his face. Her vaginal passage began to expand and contract, clenching tightly around the smooth, length of the tongue that was pressing into her. Her breath exploded into the sofa cushions in small, tight, quick gasps that muffled themselves into mewling grunts as the teenage boy curled and flicked his tongue into her again and again, sinking it into her helpless pussy, at the same time also sucking and licking at the split between her buttocks that swayed almost out of control against his face.
As far as Eddie was concerned, anything Harry was able to do, he'd be able to do better. He was going to prove it, too. He worked his mouth hungrily against the widespread tightness of his tutor's seething pussy, using his tongue to thrust into her, stabbing, withdrawing, plunging between her wet thighs again and again, making licentiously sloppy, noisy sounds each time the tongue moved in and out of her. The helplessly kneeling teacher's moans were getting louder, and they were lengthening, turning into one long, continuous moan as his tongue leaped forward and finally located her pulsating clitoris. He began lapping wildly at it, licking and sucking and savagely pulling on it with his lips. He pushed his face deeper into the wetly warm crevice as his mouth continued mercilessly lapping at it. He was taunting it now, nibbling it with the sharp edges of his teeth while Marilyn, trying to close her mind to it all, continued to helplessly writhe and wriggle, churning her buttocks above his tongue in an obscene and uncontrolled dance of salacious desire.
"Huuuunnnhhhh ... uuuunnnnhhhh ... no ... no ... no..." she gasped, fighting it all the way, chanting in a state of near delirium, her body and mind lost in whirlpools of sensation that rose from the delicious sucking of her hungrily awakening pussy.
Even as her mind continued resisting, insisting on not yielding to what this mentally defective boy was doing to her, Marilyn felt her body slipping away from her. Her buttocks clenched tightly together, not in resistance, but because of the rampant thrills charging through her trembling body.
Inwardly, Eddie Johnson grinned with licentious and triumphant satisfaction as he felt the muscles of her buttocks tightening and loosening, hollowing and contracting around the sides of his cheeks in an exhibition of frantic animal lust. She was no better than he, after all. She was an animal under her veneer of civilized behavior, the same as he. Her vagina was flowering open wider and wider, her wetness continuing to increase with each moment his sucking mouth worked at her lewdly, widely stretched delicate labia. Floods from within her ran down her inner thighs in continuing little trickles. The same trickles ran against the boy's cheeks pressed tightly against the softness of her buttocks warmly surrounding and crushing his face, then down the labial folds of her dripping pussy, falling onto the sofa cushions beneath.
Eddie knew the gorgeous tutor was ready to come. He was able to tell from her wildly abandoned bouncing. The continued tempo of her quivering buttocks and undulating loins told him it was time for him to sink his cock into the wonderful softness of her heated little belly so he'd be able to feel her pulsating vaginal walls tightly cling to his prick, squeezing and compressing it until they both insanely exploded. He wanted to hear her shouted cries of delight and ecstasy as they filled the small living room. All the while he would continue pumping her until he bloated her belly with his semen. Yeah! This would be an afternoon she would never forget as long as she lived. He was gonna stretch her inner cunt so wide with his cock that she would never be happy with any cock other than his own, ever again. The boy's mind filled with delusions of self-importance, and he was convinced he'd be able to fuck her as the woman had never been fucked before, or would be fucked again.
Eddie felt his stiffened prick starting to tingle, and it was a stronger tingle than anything he'd ever felt when in the process of raping all those little girls. He was up on his knees, now, working his hips against her now-glistening buttocks from the rear.
Excited beyond belief, the anxious boy was crouched over her trembling back. He gripped his throbbing penis tightly in his right hand. The large, blood-filled, crimson tip was aimed directly at her tight opening. His eyes were locked on her glistening skin, and he was now convinced that what she felt was not mere physical lust, but love for him. He allowed his eyes to feast on her body one more time, enjoying the way her buttocks curved softly down into her narrow, hornet-like waist that looked brittle enough to snap under the slightest pressure. On either side of his kneeling thighs the boy saw her long, slender loins tapering down to small, well-formed knees, and then blossoming out again to the fullness of her firm, shapely calves. He imagined those lovely calves clamped tightly around his back as he nailed his solid cock into her warmly sucking vaginal depths. Yeah! He was going to fuck her so solidly, he was going to make her beg and scream for more of what he had. Once he might even fuck her in the tightness of her ass ... if his cock managed to hold up after he fucked her into the pussy. Right now the most important thing was fucking her cunt. His cock, his balls, all of him ached as they had never ached for anything before, and he had to ram it into her now before it was too late and he began shooting his seething, boiling semen all over her soft, white ass-cheeks. God, but the sight of them waving as if like a banner in a breeze really got to him.
Marilyn's mind was in a complete daze. She was against all this and didn't want it to happen, yet she had no choice. The boy was so much stronger than she. However, if this was what happened to all female tutors, it was no wonder they stopped tutoring, and so she decided that tomorrow, no matter what the consequences, she was going to see Mr. Kuline and tell him to find another tutor. Harry Marlowe was a disaster and a nightmare, and Eddie Johnson was considerably worse. She was so incapable of thought at this point, she no longer realized why she was kneeling in this terribly submissive position with a nakedly panting boy behind her. The only thing she knew for certain was that his tongue had stopped its lusty ministrations, no longer licking into her wetly steaming crevice, no longer causing her to leak oil down her tender thighs. She had been very close to having a climax, too. Now the tender flesh that had been so delightfully titillated by the sick boy behind her a few moments earlier felt like a hungry belly, wanting, needing something to fill it. Her mind insisted she fight the sensation. All this was wrong, but her body didn't know right from wrong. All it knew was, it had been titillated, and it needed something to bring it total satisfaction. There was only one thing she really wanted right now. For the first time since she was able to remember, Marilyn wanted to feel her husband's long, fat cock pushing into her seething depths. Ralph's cock, at this point, would bring her to the most rousing heights she had ever known, and that would include the orgasm Harry had brought on her with his torpedo, earlier.
She shuddered, feeling a penis pressing against her labia, because she knew it wasn't Ralph's penis, and she didn't want anyone else's. Certainly she didn't want to be filled with the hard flesh of the sick Eddie Johnson. She prayed he would somehow, in some way leave her. Much as she desired fulfillment for her body, she also needed peace of mind, and this boy was giving her anything but peace of mind.
"Oh heaven help me!" she gasped, tightly shutting her eyes when she felt Eddie Johnson's free hand reach forward and grip her shoulder. Slowly he tugged with his hand, pulling her body backward, and he was pushing his own hips forward, thrusting the massively swollen head of his hard cock between her wildly aching vaginal lips. Marilyn had never felt so shameful in her entire life, and she hoped she'd find some way to keep her husband from finding out. She had to shut her mind ... to not think about it, otherwise she would go totally insane from all this. The boy's working tongue had ignited a flaming streak inside her, and now her lovely, rounded body was trembling and shaking as it was about to be assaulted by the boy's rampant shaft of muscle. She tried keeping her buttocks steady, knowing he would interpret any motion on her part as having to do with the way he was arousing her. He was tugging her buttocks back toward him as she felt her narrow thighs being swept wider apart the stiffness of the rock-solid cock now tunneling into the depths of her wetly trembling cunt. She didn't want it inside her, but to resist meant being beaten and then being raped, anyway. The heavy penis tunneled deeper and deeper until it filled her up, and the swinging testicles slapped against her shuddering clitoris. The scrotum rubbed the tingling bud, and she shuddered, knowing she was going to respond against her will. A moment later, Eddie pulled his penis back, and then he plowed forward again, filling her with his entire length, cramming it into her cunt. Dear Lord! Don't let me succumb, she thought.
Eddie Johnson gasped, pulling his lips back over his teeth in a licentious grin as he salaciously said, "Hey, teach, I'm all the way in your cunt, and you're loving it, I can tell. Now to make it good for both of us, I want you moving that ass of yours in time to the way I'm gonna stroke into you."
Still kneeling behind her bent body, feeling her quiver, the boy began fucking in and out of her tight pussy with long, hard, lunging strokes. The hot and stifling air in the living room was filled with the wet, sucking sounds of the boy's lewd, sawing motions, and though she didn't want to do it, she found her body responding and bucking back against him. The boy buried his hard cock all the way into the tightness of her slurping cunt each time he hammered his prick home. Her hotly moist passage clung solidly to his driving lance, gripping it wantonly even though her brain insisted she stop reacting to what he was doing. Eddie was barely able to keep himself under control as he felt the lovely teacher's satiny vaginal walls sliding crazily around him as he pumped in and out of her, moving his penis back and forth. The inner muscles of her cuntwalls nibbled like tiny teeth at the heatedly inflamed and throbbing head of his hard phallus. Looking down, Eddie was able to see the rich pink of her soft inner cunt lips each time her vaginal interior reluctantly pulled out on the backstroke. Then the lips folded back in on themselves as they hungrily devoured and masticated his cock, once more, until the boy's dark-blonde hair tangled with the brown fuzz on her own pelvic mount. The lascivious sight almost drove him out of his skull with excitement.
Marilyn continued to shut her mind to what was happening, determined not to enjoy this horrible thing happening to her. There were some women, some of her closest friends, in fact, who would have loved this. However, the mere knowledge that this was wrong was enough of a spike to keep her from really letting the pleasure he was trying to pump into her wash over her.
Marilyn shut her eyes, but each time the boy slammed solidly into her, she grunted incoherently under the panting boy as the heatedly wet walls of her clasping vaginal oriel clung tightly to the throbbingly swollen spear chugging in and out of her panting, heaving belly. Each time he slammed forward, his hand on her shoulder tugged her back, and he enjoyed the thrill of fucking her to the utmost. Yeah, this was really something to tell the guys about, tomorrow.
Abruptly Marilyn became conscious of another person in the room. Turning her head, looking behind her, she saw Harry Marlowe, still baby naked, walking in front of the dining room. He had just come down from upstairs after having had a small nap, and hearing the sounds below and recognizing them for what they were, he had to see what was happening.
Walking over to the sofa, he showed his throbbing erection to Marilyn, saying, "You did it before, honey, so you know what to do, right now."
He lifted her shoulders, sat on the sofa, and then let her head slowly down into his lap. With his left hand he gripped his throbbing penis, and with his right hand he was holding her jaws, intent on forcing them open to shove his cock inside.
"No, no, no," Marilyn muttered between clenched teeth, trying unsuccessfully to turn her head away. The hideous enormity of what was happening to her hit her like a tidal wave.
"Hey, Harry," Eddie Johnson whimpered. "Hey, I didn't know she was your exclusive property, man! If you want, I'll pull out, right now."
No longer the big-shot kid, he was reduced to the uncertainty of flunky again, as he always was when Harry Marlowe was around. He was scared out of his wits, and it never occurred to him to argue with Harry, no matter what the lighter blonde-haired man's decision would be.
"Whyn't you shut the hell up, Eddie," Harry insisted. "Yer still actin' like a baby, huh? Here you got this luscious piece of ass who's been teachin' us all worked up and really hot, and now, because I walk in, you're ready to start fallin' apart. Just keep fuckin', you dumb creep."
"Hey, y'mean it's okay?" Eddie asked.
"Well why the hell shouldn't it be okay?" Harry asked. "She's a nice hot bitch, and she's just what I need. This time we'll use her together. Hey, we got a whole year with this tutor. Right now the tutor is gonna toot my flute."
"No, no, no," Marilyn continued insisting through clenched teeth. "I won't ... I won't. . . "
"Hey," Harry called out to Eddie Johnson, "just keep fuckin' and watch the way she sucks my cock, buddy."
Harry gripped her hair with one hand, pulling on it, and he pressed his rubbery penile point against her reluctant lips. Marilyn pursed her lips tightly together and clenched her teeth to try and keep from letting the blonder boy have his way. Harry just kept pressing the point of his penis against her teeth, pressing, pressing, and pressing, and soon he was pushing her lips so hard they were being cut by her own teeth.
More determined than ever before, Harry Marlowe twisted her hair as he struggled and forced his penis against her mouth. The thick rod of male flesh continued pushing, pressing her soft lips into her teeth until the pain caused the teacher to open her mouth. In less than a second, Harry was ramming his cock between her lips, scrubbing it between her palate and her tongue, forcing it against her throat.
"A a a a a a a g g g g g g h h h h h h h ... u u u u u u u n n n nnnngggggghhhhhh ... uhhhnnnn-o-o-o-o-o..." she gagged and gasped, feeling skewered by the two penises that now worked back and forth inside her, building a combination of thrills and disgust at the same time. She was being obscenely raped by the two boys, and it was hurting her something awful. No matter how hard she struggled, it was useless. One boy would have been able to handle ten of her. Two boys against one of her had no trouble whatsoever.
"Oh heaven help me!" she mumbled, her mouth stuffed with penis as the two males buffeted her back and forth.
Eddie pounded a little faster into her, and Marilyn realized, in spite of the degradation, she was about to come.
"UUUUURRRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHH ... AAAAAGGGGGGHHHH HHLLLLLLUUUUUUMMMMMPHHHH!" she gasped, feeling the orgasm shoot through her. At the same time Eddie was coming, too mindless to do anything but utter, "UUGGGGHHHH ... UUUUGGGGHHHHH ... UUUUGGGGHHHH..." as he fired into her, and Harry once more fired down her throat, only this time she tasted every drop of it. They remained in that position for awhile.
CHAPTER FOUR
The two boys dressed and left, and Marilyn staggered upstairs. She washed herself out using a washcloth, then hurriedly dressed. Her watch already read five-fifteen, and she was wondering just what was keeping the third student, who she wanted to tell she wasn't going to teach. She'd had it with tutoring.
Slipping into a fresh brassiere and panties, she put on a simple blue dress, checked herself out in the dresser mirror and decided she looked fresh enough. Going downstairs, she cleared away what was left of her blouse, skirt, previous brassiere and panties, and then heard the doorbell ring.
The third member of the football team, who was standing by the door, was a boy she'd had in her class the previous year. Seventeen-year-old Ronald Bellman was tall, rangy, and very lean. He looked less like a football player than anyone she knew. Yet the boy was making a name for himself on the school team as the star quarterback. He had dark-brown hair, combed straight back, and he had lean, angular features. His nose was slender and straight, never once having been broken. Ronald was an honor student, and it was obvious if he was having trouble with his English, it had nothing to do with grammar or anything rudimentary. He had sharp, clear brown eyes, light skin, and was wearing a brown shirt open at the collar, and dark brown pants.
"Good afternoon, Mrs. Kalian," he said. "I'm sorry I'm late but I had to help my mother with some chores around the house."
With this boy she expected she would have no trouble, so she said, "Ronald, please come in."
"I realize the lesson will have to be short because I'm late..."
"We'll see," she said to him.
They went into her living room, where she had cleaned up everything, including the spots of semen Eddie Johnson had left on her sofa.
"Well, Ronald, what seems to be troubling you?" she asked.
"Humanities," he replied. "I was never very good when it came to mythology."
For the next half hour they went over the various Greek myths, and she was amazed at how quickly the boy picked everything up. Marilyn was at a loss to understand just why some boys were like the Harry Marlowes and Eddie Johnsons, and there were so few like Ron Bellman.
"Well," she said, looking at her watch, seeing it was quarter to six. "Suppose we take a break. Ron, would you like a glass of wine?"
"Gee, I'm not sure, it being so close to suppertime and all."
"Wine is good for the digestion," Marilyn told him. "I'll have one with you."
She poured two small glasses of port, then brought one to him and sat beside him on the sofa again. "When was your birthday, Ron?"
"Oh ... uhhh ... a few months ago. If I'd been born about three months earlier, I'd have been in an earlier class. He licked nervously at his lower lip, and Marilyn said in a musical tone, "Relax, Ron. I'm not going to bite you."
"Oh I know that," he nodded, smiling. "It's just that I always feel nervous around pretty women."
"Thank you for the compliment," she said, smiling.
Only seventeen, yet so obviously masculine. More so than the two clods who had raped her, earlier. She studied his smoothly innocent features and realized that he was shaving regularly. He had taken the time to shave before coming to her house. As she looked closely at him, she saw the boy avert his eyes, and realized he had been studying her, too.
"You'll have to pardon me for staring at you, Ron," she apologized. "It's just that you've matured so since being in my class. I hope you don't mind my remarking on it, but I can't help noticing how much you've changed."
"Heck, that's all right," the boy said, blushing, and she noticed his eyes had fallen to her bosom. Marilyn suddenly realized the dress she was wearing, simple thought it was, had a low neckline, and some little cleavage was showing. She saw the boy staring, his brow furrowing as if he were trying to find the proper words to say something. Finally, he looked up and stared into her eyes, and said, "You aren't only the prettiest teacher I've ever had, but just about the prettiest woman I know."
"Oh come on, now," Marilyn replied, blushing, herself.
Prior to being married, many of the men she had dated, all of whom her parents hadn't liked, had said essentially much the same thing to her. It was funny that a seventeen-year-old, saying this to her, was affecting her so strongly.
Marilyn's eyes darted down to the groin of the boy's slacks, and the sight that met her eyes filled her with a strangely passionate yearning in spite of the horror she had just undergone. It was as if young Ron Bellman was one of her dream lovers come to life. He looked so much like the many men about whom she had dreamed, and for the first time it occurred to Marilyn that all her lovers, blonde, brunet, or with red hair, all had the same face, and Ron Bellman's face came very close to being that face.
Right at this moment, pressing against the brown fabric of the boy's slacks, she clearly saw the stiff, slender outline pressing outward and upward.
Both of them sipped at their wine, and Marilyn suddenly realized she felt like a teenage girl. It took a tremendous amount of restraint to keep her aching fingers from actually reaching out and touching the youthful swelling. Good heavens! What was going on inside her mind? What the two other boys had done had obviously affected her.
Taking a deep breath, she exhaled, then said, "I'm pleased you find me attractive, Ron. It's nice for a lady my age to be liked by a handsome young boy like yourself."
Reaching out, she picked up a notebook that was lying next to the boy. As she did so, she felt a violent throbbing in her own pelvis, and realized the two rapists had indeed done something to her. They had awakened smoldering passions in her that she had never known were this strong. Staring at the throbbing swelling in his pants, she sensed her own vaginal slit starting to tingle and bubble with juices, coming to life as it never had with her husband. This was wrong, all wrong, and she knew it. The boy was a mere seventeen, and if anything developed, she would have no one but herself to blame for it. She had to keep herself under firm control. It not only was wrong for her, but it would be wrong to do something like this to the boy.
Even as she thought this, she felt her nylon panties getting wet, and her nipples were now pressing against the restraining cloth of her brassiere. Her curved breasts swelled, too, heaving with excitement.
Marilyn struggled against the nearly overpowering desire to simply reach out with her hand and grab the boy's penis. She also had to restrain the urge to lift her dress and rub her fingers beneath her panties, knowing this was an obscene idea. Lord! This was the kind of sexual arousal she had always dreamed of in her husband. This was the kind of man who filled her daydreams even when she didn't masturbate. Most men, her husband included, always seemed so rough, and even a little crude. But to find it in this seventeen-year-old boy ... well that was a little ridiculous. She was desperately wishing she might enjoy him.
The moment was a dream for her, and it was the kind of dream with which she was unable to cope, as the sight of this boy made her breasts and her vagina cry out to be touched by him.
"Mrs. Kalian," Ron asked, "are you feeling all right?"
The boy's voice snapped her back to reality, shocking her awake. "What?" she asked.
"You look a little upset," he told her. "I mean, I didn't hurt your feelings or anything with what I said, did I?" he asked.
Nervously he drank the last of the wine in his glass. Then he began gathering his books together, as if preparing to leave.
Standing, he backed away, still staring at Marilyn, who now also got to her feet. His eyes were hungry, and they were feasting their fill on her curvaceous body.
There was no doubt in Ron Bellman's mind that Marilyn Kalian was the best-looking female he had ever seen. Oh sure, there were some women who might be termed totally, ethereally beautiful, but Ron had no use for them. Marilyn's attractiveness was real, not brittle like some Dresden doll ready to break. She was the most terrific-looking female he had ever seen. He was also aware of the torment she was going through, and he didn't want to put her through more of it.
Ron Bellman had actually come to Marilyn's house at five minutes before six, and hearing sounds, had peered in the window and had witnessed what had taken place. He was also aware that Marilyn had been an unwilling party to it, but he didn't want to break into her house to wallop the other two boys. To do that would be to let Marilyn know she had been seen by him. So he had waited until the two had left, and he had accosted them a block away.
Harry Marlowe, for all his muscles, was the world's second biggest coward. Only Eddie Johnson was a bigger coward. It had taken a single punch to floor Eddie Johnson, and then Ron Bellman had methodically walloped the hell out of Harry Marlowe. Afterward, he beat the bejesus out of Eddie, as well. He did it without bruising anything other than his knuckles. He was aware of the terrible time Marilyn had known, and he didn't want to add to it, but even now, knowing she had done what she had done, he felt very strongly about her. Hell! He had all but worshipped her when he had been in the eleventh grade. Now it was extremely difficult to keep his mind on his lessons, looking at her body, knowing how lovely it had looked when undressed.
Christ! His penis was stiffer than a wooden two-by-four. Just looking at the way her thighs pushed her dress out, and remembering how great she looked with nothing on was driving him insane. He knew he simply had to get out of here.
"Okay, Ron, sit down," Marilyn said, trying to restore some normality. "Let's see if we can get some work done."
The boy swallowed twice and sat next to Marilyn, feeling her warm hip press against his body. He tried desperately to concentrate on the book she opened in front of him. She all but leaned against him as they studied the various rapes of Zeus.
Heck! He hardly knew what he was doing or saying. Her right breast was all but pressing against his left arm. His penis was harder than a rock and jumping around inside his pants like crazy. He glanced down, not moving his head, just his eyes, and he saw her smoothly round and supple thigh.
Her legs were slightly parted and her dress had ridden up so that he saw almost as much of her as he would see were she naked. Hell! He even saw one of her panty leg bands. His mind was already seeing the brown strands of hair on her venereal mount as he had seen them when she had been fucked by Eddie Johnson. It made him so mad to think a squirt like Eddie had violated her cunt with his cock. Well neither Eddie nor Harry would be fucking anyone for a long time to come. It would be a miracle if either one of them was ready for the first five football games. They deserved to have their balls cut off for what they had done. Hell! He'd give anything to look at her cunt, but he wanted her to be willing.
"Ron," Marilyn said, breaking into his thoughts. "You aren't paying attention to me. Now it seems something is wrong with you. Want to tell me about it?"
"Oh ... I ... uhhh ... nothing..."
"Ron, are you sure you want me to tutor you?" Marilyn asked.
"Oh yes, yes, definitely," Ron insisted. "I really need help. Gosh, I can't seem to get anything right."
His cheeks began flushing a brilliant crimson. Marilyn reached out and put a hand on his forehead, and said, "Goodness, but you're warm. Maybe you have a fever."
"No ... no ... I'm fine ... really I am," the boy insisted. He continued protesting, unable to tear his eyes away from her. Suddenly he was perspiring profusely, and Marilyn was almost certain the boy was able to read her mind, and she began blushing. She was feeling a stronger and stronger desire for the boy, and was having more and more difficulty keeping it under control. Her tongue leaped out to moisten her dry lips.
"Something is definitely bothering you," she insisted. "I'd like you to tell me about it."
She leaned closer to him, and the soft resilience of her breast pressed into his arm, making him shudder.
"I ... don't know..." he said.
"Perhaps you ought to lie down," she said.
Ron was unable to speak. His voice had dried up in his throat, all but choking him. Something was happening to him, all right. He was in love with this teacher, and he didn't want the feeling to stop. Hell! What was he supposed to say to her? His cock felt stiffer than a lead pipe. Hell! He didn't really want to leave. He wanted to stay here and look at her. He would have been very happy to simply look at her.
Finally he said, "Look, Mrs. Kalian, I don't want to go into it right now, but I'd like to say that I have the deepest respect for you."
"Well I appreciate that, Ron," Marilyn said, while her body twitched, letting her know it wasn't in the mood for respect but a little loving. But this time it wanted some real loving, and not the terrible ordeal it had undergone with the two other boys. She shuddered just thinking about it.
"You don't understand," Ron told her. "On the way here, I bumped into Harry and Eddie. They were trying to say some uncomplimentary things about you."
"Oh!" she gasped, and suddenly froze.
"You won't be tutoring them anymore," Ron told her.
"Why is that?" she asked.
"Well, we had a kind of a disagreement, and, well, they lost. What's more, they won't be saying nasty things about you again, either."
Marilyn felt her heart go out to the boy. She had no idea what the other two had said, but she was more than grateful he had been able to shut them up. He was more and more like her many imaginary lovers all rolled into one, and she was having a tough time restraining herself from holding and cradling him.
"Ron," she said very softly, standing as he remained seated on the sofa. "I won't go into what you did for me, except to say I am very grateful. But in the future, don't try to settle things by yourself. You might get hurt."
"I just couldn't help it," he said.
"We've had enough lessons for today," her voice drifted down to him. "You may leave now if you wish, or stay awhile longer."
"I won't leave until you tell me to go," the boy said to her.
He was staring at her, standing above him, his eyes drinking in the soft contours of her lovely body.
Suddenly with a short gasp, he reached out and wrapped both arms around her tiny waist, pulling her close to him. He stood and before Marilyn knew what was happening, he. was planting kisses on her lips and her throat.
This was wrong, and Marilyn knew it. No matter how nice the boy was, she was still a married woman and had to keep herself under control. Yet her senses were screaming for her to grab the boy and play the two-backed beast with him as she felt his hard penis pressing against her belly. The boy's desire for her, while natural, was innocent compared to the lust she was feeling, and the innocent desire he was feeling for her aroused her even more. Marilyn, unable to control herself for a moment, stopped squirming and enfolded the boy in her own arms, pulling his slender torso solidly against her outthrust breasts as she began pressing her hips forward in a suggestively seductive gesture of encouragement.
When the kiss ended, the boy pulled away very suddenly, gasping, saying, "I'm sorry, Mrs. Kalian. Oh my God! I'm really sorry. I just wasn't able to control myself. You're such a terrific person, and you're so beautiful, so wonderful, so really nice. Please, please, please don't be mad at me," he pleaded, searching her face with his eyes, trying to see what she was truly feeling. Without meaning to, he let his hands slip lower, and suddenly his palms were grasping her buttocks, squeezing them, kneading them with an uncontrollable rhythm that matched the beating pulse of Marilyn's slamming heart. Again and again the crazy desire was mounting in her, and it was starting to take control of her mind. Even as she thought how wrong this was, her body was aching for more of the boy's touch. She wanted desperately for him to continue, but how did she dare phrase it openly without seeming like a tramp. After what had happened twice before, she was actually feeling like a tramp, and she was worried that anything she did with this boy would only soil him.
"Ron," she panted. "Oh Ron ... wait. . . " she gasped, straining, doing her best to try and sound calm even though she felt her pulses racing. "We can't just ... well ... you know..." and her voice simply trailed off as she stared into the limpid pools of the boy's brown eyes. "Look, I have to think ... I have to lie down, myself," she said to him, and breathlessly taking his hand, she led him into the dining room where there was another sofa. She didn't want to lie down on the one where the two other boys had so unceremoniously raped her. When they were in the dining room, she sat on the sofa and she felt her courage suddenly desert her, and she frantically searched her mind for any excuse to avoid what she knew was definitely going to take place.
"Look," Ron told her, falling on his knees next to the sofa. "I don't want to hurt you in any way, Mrs. Kalian. I have the utmost respect for you, but heaven help me, I'm in love with you. I know, it sounds silly, a young kid like myself with a mature lady like you, but it's true."
"Ron," Marilyn said, summoning up her failing willpower. "You know this has to stop, right now. I'll go on tutoring you, but you mustn't talk this way."
"Look," he said. "I know what happened here earlier with you and those other two. I know it wasn't your fault and that they forced themselves on you."
"My dear God in heaven!" Marilyn gasped. "You saw? You actually saw, and you said nothing."
"I didn't say anything because I didn't want you to feel any more shame. Geez, Mrs. Kalian, you know how I feel about you. When those two guys left here, I beat the hell outta them. They'll never be back again."
"Ron, you're a nice boy, but don't you realize that now you have to understand why I'd never permit myself to do such things with you. Any time I think of either of those two boys it will be with nightmares."
"That's because all they wanted was something physical from you," Ron told her. "I know I'm still a kid by your standards, but I'm crazy about you, Mrs. Kalian, and before I walk out of here, I have to make love to you at least once."
"Now Ron ... you stop thinking that way..."
But the boy was already on his feet, hurriedly tugging off his clothing. Marilyn looked up at him and felt a strange, forbidden wave of shuddering feeling overcome her. She watched as his powerful naked chest came into view, and she leaped to her feet, but then was rooted to the spot as he began fumbling with his belt buckle.
You have to stop this now. she told herself. No matter how much you like the boy, this is the time to end it. He'll have more respect for you. End it, now.
She wanted to close her eyes and shut out the sinful sight, but another part of her wanted to look at this boy. Heaven help her, but she was fascinated by him. He was so much like her dream lovers. How did she dare let him go now that she had discovered he really existed. Still, that hidden corner of her mind continued nagging, telling her she had to fight this because it was wrong. She was not only ruining her own relationship with her husband, but she was playing with the delicate emotions of a seventeen-year-old. This had to stop.
A moment later the boy stood completely naked before her, frightened smile on his face, and his thickly solid penis standing out beneath his belly. At the sight of it, Marilyn gasped. It not only paled that of her husband into insignificance, but even made that of Harry Marlowe look small. It had to be far and away the longest, thickest penis in the entire village, if not the entire town. It had a long, healthy pink shank, and a rich purple point, and he was holding it in his hand as if offering it to her, stroking it a little, though the stroking wasn't really necessary. The boy's feeling for her was such, the sight of her had him hard, with drops of oil seeping from the tip of his penis, which his stroking hand smoothed into his flesh. like her husband, this boy had a circumcised penis, and the rich magenta head seemed ready to shine by itself.
"Don't turn me down," he begged, and Marilyn realized her rejection of him after having submitted to the forceful pressures of two boys she truly disliked would be a slap in the face to this boy. Yet there was no way for her to justify what he wanted, no matter how strongly he felt about her.
There was an odd catch in his quivering voice, and the boy seemed to have difficulty breathing. His youthfully innocent mind whirled with overwhelming desire, and the knowledge that he was this close to making love to the one woman he truly adored caused the throbbing hardness of his pulsating penis to twitch even more. His memory of the sight of her naked body now contrasted vividly with her dressed figure.
"Please take off your clothes, Mrs. Kalian," the boy begged.
Then he saw the fear in her eyes, and he mistook it for fear of himself, not knowing she was afraid of her own inner emotions. For the first time in his life Ronald Bellman felt angry, because the woman to whom he had bared himself in every way was rebuffing and rejecting him, treating him with what was apparently the same disdain she had tried to treat the other two boys. He had always thought of himself as better than the both of them, and had supposed that since Marilyn had responded to his kiss, she liked him better than the others. Well heck, he was already naked, and it would be the most disgraceful thing in the world to dress now and walk out, having let her look at his nakedness without revealing herself to him.
Marilyn saw the change coming across his brow as his eyes seemed to cloud up. She felt more afraid than ever, not of the boy, but of what would happen if she did the least little thing to encourage him. The expression on his face had changed from one of adoration to one of confused anger. She saw the lust written all over him, and she decided things had to end, here and now.
"Ron," she said to him. "I like you. I like you a lot. But I am a married woman. What those other two boys did, they did by force, and I detest them both for it. Now I have a tremendous amount of respect for you, and if you want me to respect you all the more, then please get dressed and leave. You can come back tomorrow at four o'clock and we can resume the tutoring."
"I won't be treated like I'm a naughty little boy," he told her, his mouth sullenly pouting.
Marilyn stood there facing him, feeling her heart beat a little faster. She had to keep him away from her at all costs. Though there was no sadism in this boy, she saw he still felt justified in wanting possession of her, if only for a little while. His eyes were glowing like two white-hot pieces of charcoal. She tried speaking again, but found it impossible to say any words. She was completely frozen as she stood against the wall between the dining room entrance, and the side of the sofa. Against her will her eyes went down to the boy's penis, watching as he continued stroking it. It was so monstrous. She wondered if any woman at all was capable of containing such a monstrous organ. Had it not been for her marriage vows, she might easily have been willing to try. Being split open by something like this would have been a pleasure. The boy was well-built, and it was obvious he knew it. He seemed to enjoy the fact that she was looking at his penis again, her eyes wide with amazement. Slowly, he began moving toward her.
"Don't," she pleaded. "Ron, don't do this," she finally managed to stammer through her immobilizing fear and astonishment. Deep down, Marilyn realized there was no getting away from this boy, and it frightened her all the more, because this time she feared she would really like it. He was going to make love to her, because she knew any added refusal on her part would be taken as a personal rebuff. No matter how much she pleaded, he was intent on fucking her.
"Please, Mrs. Kalian," he said. "Take off your clothes, or do you think you'd like me to take them off."
Marilyn stood completely motionless, all hope gone. There was nothing she was able to do to fight him, because it was also like fighting herself. She was helpless and at the mercy of this boy who had a greater hold over her than he realized.
Reaching out with his strong hands, the seventeen-year-old was cupping her tiny face in his palms, one on each of her cheeks, and he slowly pulled her toward him. There was a little smile of triumph on his face as he looked into her eyes, and then he was pressing his hungry lips solidly against hers, thrusting his tongue deep into the warm wetness of her mouth. Marilyn remained rigidly standing in front of him, feeling the upright stiffness of his gigantically throbbing penis as it pressed into the softness of her trembling belly. A last faint thought of trying to hold the boy off flickered through her mind but faded with the warmth of his hands on her face.
"Come on, Mrs. Kalian," the boy whispered. "I'm not trying to hurt you. I'm doing this because I love you. Is there any greater way for a guy to show a woman how much he loves her, than this way?"
Marilyn was dimly aware of his hands leaving her face and reaching around her body for the zipper on her dress. With a single swift, downward tug, he pulled the zipper down to the tops of her ripely flaring buttocks. Marilyn began shivering a little as the early evening cool air drifted in from an open window and washed across her back as he pulled it from her shoulders and let it fall in a soft heap to the floor around her feet. The snaps of her brassiere came next, and she heard him gasp and sigh as he peeled the garment from her body and let it fall to the floor. He fell to his knees before her, hooking his fingers in the elastic waistband of her white, nylon panties and he pulled them slowly down over her softly quivering buttocks, letting them join her dress in a pile around her ankles.
There was nothing left. She stood before the boy totally naked, listening to his heavy panting and breathing while he remained on his knees in front of her. She jerked back, feeling a little woozy from the wine. Alcohol on an empty stomach, even a little bit, tended to make her dizzy. Then the boy was pressing his hungry lips wetly against her belly. The sudden chilling contact sent thrilling chills racing wildly up and down her trembling spine, and, swaying, she automatically reached out with her hands, locking them in the boy's straight hair to keep herself from falling.
Mistaking this for total surrender on the part of his pretty teacher, the boy lowered his mouth and pressed his lips into the pubic V of her fuzz-covered mount. He used his thumb to part her pelvic hairs, flicking his tongue like that of a lizard into the wetly flowering opening of her vaginal slash.
Marilyn jumped from the electrifying contact of the boy's tongue. She felt the tremendous difference between the way this boy licked, and the way Eddie Johnson had licked. His oral digit came into direct contact with the tiny, outstretched bud of her vibrating clitoris, and this shocked Marilyn so, she lost her balance and fell backward and to the side, onto the brown sofa. Because of the way she fell, she spread her thighs wide apart as she sprawled flat on her back.
Ron Bellman leaped forward and caught the lovely teacher in that position as she automatically tried shutting the columns of her slender thighs. The boy clamped his perspiring palms against the soft insides of her loins, now pressing them farther and farther apart.
Marilyn realized what was happening, and knew somehow she had to stop this. Though she wasn't really doing anything to tempt the boy, she felt as if she were the seductress, and this was something she would never be able to live with. Her eyes were open wide, feeling an abject terror crawling through her, and she struggled to clamp her legs shut, but it was hopeless struggle and a losing battle. Up on her elbows, she stared at him, seeing him kneeling on the floor, his head pushing between her forced open thighs. He was looking at her face for the moment, smiling. It wasn't a vicious grin, nor was it a leer of victory, but rather it was a grateful smile, and Marilyn found it more and more difficult to combat what was happening to her. This was the first time in her life she ever really wanted something like this, but the conscience in her was so overpowering, she knew she had to fight back. He was staring between the up-thrust mounds of her heaving breasts like a beast of prey about to pounce on its helpless victim, though she had to admit he was the most kindly beast of prey she had ever seen. The coral, wet flesh of her naked vaginal entryway was now offered up to him like some kind of ritual sacrifice. Marilyn lay frozen to the sofa, feeling unable to cope with what was happening. This was something she ought to have stopped the moment she had felt it coming on. The boy's tongue was slowly circling his lips as he prepared to eat the tasty flesh of her pink pussy, and she almost thought she heard a hungry growl coming from him.
Again the boy placed his palms flatly against the insides of her shuddering thighs, his thumbs resting on the soft, fleshy flanges of her shuddering vagina. Then, with a slow, torturing outward movement of his mandible-like thumbs, he drew her raggedly pink vaginal lips slowly apart, exposing the wet interior to the hunger of his wide-open stare. He gazed at it greedily for a moment and then with a deep grunt he lowered his head and sank the entire length of his long, slippery tongue eel-like between the warmly throbbing membranes of her shuddering cunt.
Marilyn jerked instantly, a soul-searing moan escaping from her trembling chest. Her round and naked buttocks ground themselves all the more deeply into the cushions trying to escape the maddening assault on her trembling genitals.
"Ohhhhhhhh ... uhhhhhhhh ... n-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o ... oooooooooooooh!" she gasped, whimpering before the boy's continuing oral attack. Her head was resting against the back of the sofa as she lay at an angle, watching in horrified disbelief, realizing all this was happening because she had not fought it strongly enough. The boy's head was sliding up and down as his tongue worked itself ever deeper into her watering vaginal tunnel.
"Ummmmmmmmmmmm!" was all the boy said as he continued lapping into her.
"No, this mustn't happen," she said in a hoarse voice, groaning over and over again, feeling overpowering humiliation at her lack of self-control. Her hand slammed against the pillowed back of the sofa, whipping from one side to the other, her body helplessly trapped as the boy's working tongue continued spearing in and out of the involuntary dilating mouth of her trembling pussy. Her conscience continued throwing mental barbs at her, but there were wisps of pleasure rapidly curling inside her shuddering body. The boy's hands reached up over the flatness of her belly and dug firmly into her solidly quivering breasts, his moving fingers rolling the hardened tan nipples that had enlarged, between them, almost with an unrelenting fury. As his mouth and tongue continued working like that of an anteater, the young boy's eyes remained wide open, looking with undisguised delight at the contortions of her face as he stared between the shuddering white breasts his hands were gripping.
He knew he had taken a real chance going this far out on a limb, and he wanted to make sure the teacher understood he wasn't one of those rapists, but a boy who was doing what he was doing simply because of the love he felt for her.
Marilyn lay completely frozen for the moment, in total abject submission to what she believed were unwilling outrages being performed on her body. She was helplessly trapped, and in the worst way. This boy who was doing this to her wasn't one of the mental midgets she had tutored, earlier. He was trying to convey his love for her, but in doing so, he was really raping her. Much as Marilyn had inwardly ached for this to happen, her knowledge that this was all wrong made her feel ashamed and humiliated. Random, fleeting pictures of her husband's face crossed her mind as the boy continued licking into her vagina. She wondered how she would ever be able to face Ralph, again. Marilyn wondered how she would ever be able to face her husband were she to willingly surrender herself to the wantonness burning inside her. The two other boys had been out-and-out raped. This was a seduction, but the question was, who was seducing whom? She was ashamed of herself for wanting this to happen, and now that it actually was happening, she had no idea how to turn it off. To allow this boy to continue with what he was doing was actually defiling him and herself, and this was more cruel than she had believed possible. The enjoyment of it made her even more ashamed since the feeling of his tongue was carrying her to physical heights beyond, her wildest imaginings. At the moment, there seemed to be nothing she was able to do other than lie there under his working mouth and permit him to continue, though her conscience continued ordering her to put a stop to it. Why did she have to like this boy so much? Why was it the same boy she liked felt feelings of love for her? Marilyn had never felt so alone and helpless in her entire life.
Ron's eyes remained locked on her lovely face as he continued the tormenting thrusts of his working tongue into the seething depths of her shuddering vagina. He saw the tears clouding her eyes and spilling onto her cheeks and assumed these were tears of happiness since she wasn't shouting to him to stop the way she had shouted at the other two boys. She tasted so good, so sweet, so delicious.
Ron Bellman, being a handsome boy, and having normal feelings, had gone out with his share of girls in the past year, and he had gone to bed with more than a few of them. All the others tasted the same, but this one-this wonderful woman, tasted so different. She was utterly savory and thrilling to his working mouth. With any other woman he might feel ashamed, for he knew full well he had seduced her with his confession of adoration. With this woman he felt it was the most natural thing in the world, and loved the way her face crinkled each time he thrust his tongue that much deeper into her seething cunt. For the young boy this was not a one-time thing. He wanted to go on making love to this woman, tasting her vaginal flesh, burying his masculinity in her feminine essence. He wanted to do it again and again.
Dipping his tongue even deeper into her pot of honey, he brought his hands down and pushed them under the backs of her knees as they remained splayed widely out on either side of him. He lifted them and pushed them back over the length of her nakedly wriggling torso so that her kneecaps were almost pressing into her shoulders and the nipples of her breasts were rubbing her upper thighs. Now he had the entire plane of her sweet pussy totally exposed to his hungering eyes, and he wanted to thrill her even more. Lowering his mouth, he flicked the tip of his working tongue into the tightly puckered orifice of her anus, nestled directly below her tender perineum.
The unexpected, searingly wet contact with her tremendously sensitive rubber-like opening brought a long, low moan of uncontrolled, anguish from Marilyn as her tortured lips felt dry and cracked. The teacher clenched her eyes tightly shut, thinking that this just wasn't right. This, pure, innocent boy was being corrupted by her own lust for him. He was licking the one spot on her body she had never expected a mouth would touch. The more she writhed, hoping to somehow break away from all this madness, the deeper he stabbed his tongue through her anal muscle, into her narrow rectal depths.
"Hhhhuuuu uuuuunnnnnngggggghhhhh!" she groaned again as small, tiny goose bumps trammeled across her body making her belly quiver and her breasts heave.
Sobbing helplessly under the mannish boy's consistent oral attack, Marilyn felt the growth of a new and even more terrible fear, for in spite of her revulsion at what he was now doing, she felt her love-starved body-and thought it had been physically satisfied it was indeed starved for love-begin to completely desert her and abandon her mental pleadings. Her rounded buttocks jerked back involuntarily each time the wet tongue darted forward. Helpless spasms of delicious sensation coursed through her raw nerve-endings so open to the boy's tongue.
"Oh no!" Marilyn gasped. "Not there! You can't! Not there!" she shrieked out, the cruel realization of her loss of control suddenly hitting her with its full impact, bringing further cries of shame and humiliation at the thought, not only of the obscene adultery she was almost willingly committing, but the more frightening thought that she was unable to contain herself, and that she was actually enjoying it. This made her more ashamed than ever. She gritted her teeth tightly together and fought with all her willpower against the continual tiny licking sparks that threatened, to once and for all burst into sudden, uncontrollable flame and immolate her in her total helplessness. As the boy continued licking, Marilyn became more and more aware of the losing battle she was fighting.
Her mind strained, doing its best to resist, but after a moment her control exploded, totally deserting her, and all the built-in inhibitions, put there mostly by her parents were washed away in rolling tidal waves of desire. Her prickling conscience still whispered to her as if from a distance, but it was as if Marilyn no longer wanted to hear it. Yes, this was wrong, but wrong felt so good. Yes, she was ashamed, but she would feel even worse for not doing it.
Her shamelessly wanton body was aroused beyond belief and began spasming. Without her controlling it, her lower torso began a slow, abandoned movement against the thrusting tongue of the seventeen-year-old boy. Her fingers gripped and curled themselves in the boy's hair, accompanied by a low, soul-stirring moan from deep within her chest. Forgotten were thoughts of her husband. Forgotten was the realization that she was as much responsible for this humiliation as the boy, if not more so. All that seemed to matter were the delicious shafts of pleasure piercing her tender flesh like tiny porcupine needles.
What am I doing? she thought to herself. How can I be so brazen? What's wrong with me that I want more of this? I have to find some way to regain control of my body.
The boy sensed his teacher's final, submissive surrender and with a knowing smile thrust the entire length of his thickly wet tongue into her shimmering, quivering vaginal depths all over again. The soft, short, mossy brown hairs that graced her pelvis now grazed tantalizingly against the very tip of his nose as well as the sides of his cheeks as Marilyn, without wanting to do so, rotated her nakedly round buttocks in a slow, grinding, hypnotic rhythm, pressing her vagina solidly against the young boy's face. There was no doubt in his mind that she was permitting this not because it felt good, but because she felt an inner love for him. He had no doubts that this would not be the last time. She loved him as he loved her. She was his, and even if she was married she would belong to him for a long time to come. He was inwardly glowing with pride, but it wasn't a pride of seduction. He was proud that she loved him as he loved her. The boy had not believed it possible that the teacher might have the same feelings for him, and now that he had discovered she did love him, he was thrilled beyond belief. The continued lines in her face built by the contortions caused by her clenched teeth and clamped-shut eyes thrilled him that much more.
Ron knew he was going to fuck her. It wouldn't be long, now. Soon he would be merged into her. They would be as one. This wasn't a mere fucking. This was a union of two people who loved each other. In his youthful naivete, he sincerely believed this was something that would last forever. Marilyn, on the other hand, now realizing that the boy was infatuated with her at present but would one day grow away from her, began thinking with her conscience again, starting to regain some control of herself.
The boy was trembling with eagerness, knowing he would shortly be burying his maleness in her pretty white belly. He wanted to shoot his eager sperm into her and flood her with a part of himself. That would make all this complete.
She didn't feel too good for him like almost any other older woman might feel. Nor had she come down to the level of a teenager. Rather, by being here this way with him, she had actually brought him up to her level, if only for a little while. He knew he'd be able to make her come. He was blessed with an immensely long and swollenly thick organ, and as a result had been able to please all the girls he had previously fucked. Knowing Marilyn had come when Eddie Johnson had fucked her, Ron was certain he was at least as good as, if not better than, the crazy Eddie.
Marilyn's helpless body continued wriggling and squirming on the bed as his mouth kept working between her luscious thighs. Her hands clung tightly to his hair as if it was a matter of life or death. Her ecstatic expression was completely contorted into a half-crazed mask of passion that bordered on hysteria. She had to break the spell of this boy's tongue. She had to regain control of herself and of her life.
Marilyn continued wriggling and writhing beneath what she felt was the maddening torture of his tongue as the young boy continued flicking his oral organ into her until she believed her beating heart would burst through her trembling chest. Her head was raised from the back of the sofa again, staring at the young boy's face, her hands clasped together behind the back of his head, pulling the punishing lash of his tongue deeper and deeper into her greedily hungry vaginal maw. She wondered if this thrilling oral fucking would continue endlessly, but after awhile the boy lifted his head from between her thighs, tugging it from the tight, restrictive grip of her hands. He moved above her, his face over hers, his chest above her breasts, and his groin hovering over her fulcrum. His knees kept her thighs wide apart.
Marilyn shut her eyes tightly again, trying to shut out the oncoming humiliation she was feeling. Here she was, lying beneath this young boy who had professed love for her as if mirroring her own feelings for him. He was staring at her nakedness, and at this moment she once more felt the shame she had known, before. She had willingly let him undress her. She had not fought hard enough when he had thrown her on the sofa, and she had all but grabbed his head when he had pressed his tongue into her. She felt so terribly ashamed of her weakness, and for a brief moment she felt she was lucid again.
"Ron, I think we should stop ... right now," she insisted.
"Not yet, Mrs. Kalian," he told her. "If I don't fuck you my penis will break right off, it's so hard. You wouldn't want to be responsible for something like that happening to me, would you?"
"Ron ... please..."
"I'm going to fuck you," he whispered. "I know it's the old fashioned position, but I want to look at you when I fuck you. I'm not like that jerk, Eddie Johnson."
Marilyn colored, feeling more shame at the mention of Eddie Johnson's name. All the more reason to stop this, and yet a part of her argued that the boy was right. How much more wrong was it to have intercourse with a boy like this, who adored her, than to be joined to a beast like Eddie Johnson who had rutted with her in an animal manner?
She lay still with her thighs wide open, her breath coming so quickly she felt as if her lungs would burst. Her trembling belly shuddered and shook as part of her begged to feel his penis inside her, and part of her chastised her for daring to think such salacious thoughts.
The boy was now bent over her shuddering, prostrate body, and his mouth opened and closed over the round protrusion of her right breast as his tongue proceeded to whip the nipple. Marilyn groaned as a bolt of lust shot through her. She had to come back to reality and think this out, and it was impossible with the boy's mouth on her breast. She twisted, trying to pull away from this sudden pleasure, but the boy's moving hands, playing over the softness of her thighs and hips, held her tightly to him. His lips roamed wetly over her white, palpitating mammaries causing more blissful twitches to sink with feathery softness into her vagina, below. Without wanting to, she found herself once more grinding her buttocks in a slow, impatient movement against the sofa cushions.
"You like it," he gasped. "You really like it. I'm glad," he moaned as his mouth continued lightly playing over the softly sensitive parts of her trembling body, his eyes filled with thrilled desire as he said, "I'm not going to merely screw you, Mrs. Kalian. I'm going to love you. Every thrust of my cock inside of you is another measure of the strong love I feel for you. I want you to feel every last lunge, and I want you to respond. I want to know you feel about me the way I feel about you."
Marilyn lay frozen under the prodding of the boy's declaration of love. The very licentiousness aroused and thrilled and excited her against her better judgment. She had to fight, she had to resist, she had to prevent this final surrender to a mere boy, no matter how much love she felt for him. To do this meant she would be subjugating herself to him, under his domination, and she felt ashamed to allow such a thing to happen.
"Spread your beautiful thighs wider," the young boy whispered. "I want to come into you, now."
Trembling, half with anger at herself, half with anticipation, Marilyn slowly opened her slender thighs even more widely than before. The boy was directly above her now, his arms stiff with his hands resting on the sofa cushions beneath her shoulders. He moved one hand between their bodies and gripped his throbbing, pulsating penis with his fingers and guided it forward using the swollen, rubbery cap to part the full, fleshy lips of her seethingly wet vagina. Marilyn, her head still against the back of the sofa, turned her face to the side, not wanting to look, reddening with shame at permitting herself to be under the contol of this youth. She shut her eyes as he pressed his penis against the sensitive, curlicued edges of her vaginal lips. She took a deep breath and held it for what seemed like forever as she lay, unmoving, in complete helplessness before him, not even daring to breathe.
"Haaaaaannnnnnnhhhhhh ... uuuuuunnnnnggggghhhhhh!" she gasped as she felt the first harsh pressure against the tight elastic opening of her narrow vagina. In spite of its having been fucked earlier, it was still very narrow, and this elephantine penis would surely stretch her interior beyond endurance.
"Now!" the boy gasped, and he pushed.
"Aaaaaaahhhhhuuuuunnnnnnhhhhhhh!" she gagged as the swollenly engorged tip of his massive organ slipped through her vaginal opening, stretching and tugging her labia until she was certain her flesh would tear. Marilyn felt as if her slender thighs were beginning to rip apart like a wishbone because of the relentless external pressure his penis was applying.
"Ron ... Ron..." she gasped, her mind snapped completely back to reality at this moment. "You're a wonderful boy, but you're too big for me. I can't take you. Please ... please ... you're hurting me!" she gasped, her hoarse voice choking out the words as loud as she was able. Her eyes widened in terror at the feeling of the bloated penis, and she saw his sadistic grin of victory and realized, much as he might love her, like all men he had to dominate, and he was flushed with this conquest of her body. It was as if he was killing her, driving a stake through her vagina as one might impale a vampire, and he was enjoying it.
The smile on his face slowly faded as the boy realized he was indeed hurting this woman he had been telling he loved. Hurt was the last thing he wanted to cause her. Yet if he didn't fit every last inch of his pulsating penis into her vaginal oven, he knew he would die. He had to fuck her and become a permanent part of her. Though he got no enjoyment from watching her suffer as he continued penetrating, he knew his penis would explode and shatter if it didn't finish pushing into her.
Mixed with the fervid love Ron felt for Marilyn was the physical lust now burning through him. Pushing into her pussy this slowly was driving him crazy. True, he had wanted her inner walls to stretch and adjust to his length, but by the same token he was insane with the need for her and had to feel his entire penile length totally surrounded by her vagina. He had to fuck her!
Falling forward, allowing the weight of his chest to be buoyed by her rounded breasts, flattening them so they looked like white blobs against her chest, he thrust his hips forward at the same time and sent his solid cock shooting into her tight cunt, feeling her vaginal succulence wetly cringe around the in-thrusting rail of his organ. He rammed himself into her like an express train gone wild, pushing the softly moist flesh of her narrow vaginal walls apart, making the membranes move in rippling waves before his huge penile head. There was no stopping his cock, not until he slammed it with a loud sound all the way into her, his balls smacking noisily against the upturned cheeks of her rounded buttocks as she tightly clenched them around the tiny star of her anus.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh ... hhhhhaaaaannnnnhhhhhh!" she cried out beneath the boy.
Marilyn had never been so filled in her entire life as Ron's hotly pulsing penis pushed deeper and deeper, making her feel as if her entire interior was being torn out. The boy had speared into her as if trying to fuck mercilessly, and now his heatedly thick length lay sunk in the depths of her quivering belly, filling every little bit of her interior. There was not one tiny ridge of vaginal flesh that was untouched by his lengthy penile column as he pressed his own groin tightly against the lips of her vagina. His hard cock was enclosed in her wet vaginal scabbard like a sword cruelly slicing into a helpless victim's body.
The boy lay still for a moment, his handsome face directly over hers. Marilyn also lay immobile, fearful of moving for the moment, afraid his lance might really cut her to shreds. She suddenly felt a throb deep in the hidden recesses of her cunt, where not even her husband's penis had previously penetrated. The boy flexed his organ again, trying to shove his cock even farther into her.
"Hhhhhhhuuuuuunnnnnggggghhhhh!" Marilyn grunted breathlessly, feeling like a virgin who had just been dehymenized.
"I love you, Mrs. Kalian," the boy said to her. "I've never felt about anyone the way I feel about you."
When he flexed his phallic spear again, Marilyn once again grunted, "Gggggaaauuuuuggghhhhh!" This time the cords in her neck stood out because of the pressure of her inner resistance.
"Don't you like feeling me inside you?" the boy asked.
"Ron, Ron, don't you understand," she gasped, hardly able to speak above a whisper. "This is all wrong. "
"How can it be wrong when you know I'm doing it out of love?" the boy asked. "You know darn well it was a lot more wrong when the other two guys worked you over."
"Certainly it was," she agreed. "But that doesn't make this right."
He flexed his penis again, saying, "Come on. You know you like it."
"My ... uhhhhh ... husband isn't as thick as you..." she gasped. "I'm not used to having something as huge as you inside me."
"Yeah, but you do like it," he insisted.
"To admit ... ooooohhhh ... that ... uuuuhhhhhh ... would be like admitting this is right."
"Come on, Mrs. Kalian. Now you're starting to make me feel bad. You know I'm not doing this because I want to hurt you. I respect you and I love you, and I'm fucking you only because of that. Come on, tell me you like it."
"Oh Ron, why are you torturing me like this?" she asked.
"I don't want to torture you. I want you to like what I'm doing. I want to hear you beg me to fuck you."
"That would be degrading for a woman like me," she gasped.
"Yeah, but I would never know how much you really liked it unless you did beg me to fuck you. Come on, Mrs. Kalian. I've already admitted I love you. Even if you won't admit you love me, at least beg me to fuck you ... just a little."
He began anxiously flexing his throbbing penis in the depths of her shuddering belly, and Marilyn gasped, "Ohhhhhh ... don't ... don't ... I can't ... it would be too humiliating for me.
Marilyn realized that if she did as the boy asked, this would be tantamount to admitting she loved him and liked what he was doing to her. She would lose what little control she ever had over him, and each time she tutored him he would expect to have sexual congress with her again. The reason she knew all this was, she was thinking with her body, and her body wanted more and more in spite of the pain of being stretched all over again. She loved the feeling of him inside her, but didn't dare openly admit it. Besides, it was so degrading for a woman like herself to actually beg the boy to fuck her. It was something she didn't dare do.
The boy flexed his penis again and again, making it throb inside the pulsing depths of her steamy vaginal tunnel. His fingers dug into the roundness of her shoulders at the same time. He knew she was going to do as he asked, if only because he was madly in love with her and certain she felt the same way about him. Why did she think in terms of pride and self-respect when love was all that really counted between the two of them?
"Please!" he begged, his eyes lit with lust as he made his hardness pulsate deep inside her. "Beg, just a little."
"All right," she sighed, feeling more degraded than ever at this moment for doing what a seventeen-year-old boy wanted, no matter how much she liked him. "Do it to me, Ron. Go on and do it to me. Make love to me!"
"Say it the way you said it when those other guys ordered you," he pleaded.
"You really enjoy degrading me, don't you," she said, but there was a slight smile on her face, because she knew deep down this boy wouldn't degrade anyone. "All right, Ronald, will you be so kind as to slam that sweet cock of yours into my cunt and solidly fuck me?"
She was speaking with her eyes wide open, though inwardly she felt a sense of humiliation. He was only a boy, after all. A man wouldn't have to hear words. A man would know. She felt ashamed of herself for having said the words, and yet there was still no sense of perversion or real degradation here.
Somehow, in some way, she had to make the boy understand that she was not his simply for the taking whenever he wished. This had to be the last time. Never, never again would she permit anyone other than her husband to sleep with her. Ralph had always been a good, true husband to her, and she had to find a way of regaining her fidelity to him. At the moment she felt like a mistress, which was to say, a glorified whore.
The bitter word "whore" burned into her mind like a wood-burning tool into pine. She wondered if she would ever be able to restore things as they were, or was she hopelessly, irretrievably lost. If so, she had no right to blame Ron Bellman for this. Her masturbation had caused Harry, who had walked in uninvited, to take advantage of her, and he had told Eddie Johnson, who had also violated her, first alone, and then in tandem with Harry. They, in turn, had been seen by Ron. True Ron believed he was different from the others, making love to her rather than merely fucking her. But at this moment Marilyn found it hard to distinguish between being fucked by a boy who wanted to embarrass and degrade her, and then being fucked by a boy who claimed to love her. Right now, with the penis buried so deep inside her, Marilyn found it difficult to think.
Ron sensed her continuing surrender, feeling more and more of her righteous resistance slipping away. He was glad, because he never wanted this teacher whom he loved to think he was actually raping her. He wanted her to know that at this moment he sincerely loved her, and who had a better right to fuck her than someone who loved her? He began a slow sawing movement between her soft thighs. Her tightly narrow vaginal tunnel was slowly beginning to widen a bit with each short stroke as Marilyn groaned, realizing this fucking would not end until it was properly completed. She knew from the heat being generated in her body that if she didn't come quickly, her mood would shortly change to one of total licentiousness because she would be turned into a mass of totally wanton, helpless desire. She knew it by the steamy thrills building inside her. No matter how much she had resisted earlier, she was completely under this boy's control at the moment, and soon would be behaving even more wantonly than she had all those times before the bathroom mirror, when she had masturbated. Funny, but she realized now that she used to feel more guilty about being untrue to her husband when she played with herself than she was feeling at this very moment. Perhaps it was because she thought that having been untrue to him once, even though it had been against her will, the second, third, and hundredth time didn't matter.
Ron was determined to make certain she was turned on today as never before. He would be back tomorrow for more tutoring, and he wanted her to welcome him, not talk to him with thoughts of regret and sorrow.
Marilyn's body was starting to react, now. There seemed no reason left to fight the licentious fires of wanton lust seething through her veins. She had lost the battle against the salacious feelings shooting through her, and now the thought of total and utter surrender to this young boy frightened her less and less, in fact, exciting her now that she came to think of it. True, a sense of guilt remained, and she expected it would always remain since she had been brought up to believe in fidelity. Yet the skewering rhythm of the boy's cock working through her was building her to a new pitch in excitement.
Her nakedly slender body was beginning to twitch and shudder and shake as she squirmed beneath him. Marilyn began groaning incessantly into the moistness of his mouth as he began kissing her. This time it was she who was working her tongue with complete and utter abandon into the boy's mouth. Low hums of servilely passionate acceptance came in torrents from deep within her chest, her face contorted with anguished passion, her mouth working, her neck straining, her nostrils flaring. A light film of perspiration broke out all over her forehead under her almost disheveled brown hair.
Ron slipped his hands gently along the sides of her body, moving them beneath the rounded globes of her rotating buttocks. He squeezed the two gluteal mounds, clutching them by digging his fingers all the more solidly into them. He jerked her slender body harder, pulling her more tightly to his own body and her thighs pulled back a little more, allowing her vaginal opening to flower that much wider to receive his hungrily driving piston as it sank to greater and greater depths inside her.
The pain was no longer there, now, her membranes having stretched, becoming accustomed to the boy's rampant breadth. One of her legs was touching the floor because of the angle at which she lay, while her other leg was now drawn up, much the way it had been when she had been on the counter in the bathroom. Her foot was flat on the sofa cushion, and she was using the leverage of both feet to pump back and forth. Her eyes were closed with passion now, and her tongue worked and slurped its way through the young boy's mouth. Small mewling sounds of pleasure came from the tight depths of her throat, and there was no longer any thought other than the delicious sensation of lying beneath this youth who was fucking her-now no longer against her will-and she wanted to return to him, measure for measure, the thrills he was giving her.
The boy worked over her, pumping with longer, smoother, harder strokes, bringing his throbbing phallic staff all the way back so that only the tip remained inside her, and then he would slam forward, filling the teacher with every last bit of his shuddering penis. His balls would slap against her anxiously uptilted ass-cheeks, beating against the tiny opening that was her anus. He grinned at the thought of how well she was responding, and he remembered how she had squirmed against a finger in her rectum when Eddie Johnson had shoved it into her for awhile. He slid his hand between her ass-cheeks and found her tiny puckered anus cradled defenselessly beneath his balls. It was warm and rubbery, and he felt it opening and closing with the movement of her loins.
"Not this time," she begged.
"All right," he nodded, "but the next time I'm going to fuck that sweet ass of yours."
Next time! The boy was already assuming there would be a next time. Well, her insisting not this time had made it sound as if she expected there would be a next time, too. She thought about it, and realized the boy had said he'd wanted to sodomize her. She had read about such things, of course, but had never believed people actually did such things to one another.
Marilyn realized she was enjoying what this boy was doing to her more than she enjoyed her own husband. She was thrilling to the way his throbbing cock was skewering her vagina, and though she had believed him to be dominating her, when she had told him not to finger her rectum, he had obeyed. It was very possible that the lines of communication were wide open. This was a new experience for her, because her husband, though not a dominant man, was set in his ways, and once they began fucking, there was almost no verbal communication between them, whatsoever.
The boy was sliding his hand lower, running it over the smooth cheeks of her buttocks, and then he was reaching down and teasing the ragged inner lips of her vagina, feeling the soft hair-lined folds tightly clinging to his thrusting, rampaging hardness.
Ron quickened his thrusts, slamming his hotly pulsating organ deeply into Marilyn's body again and again as she struggled beneath him squirming and writhing to the rhythm he had set. She was ready to peak. She knew it, and what was more, she knew the boy was aware of it, as well. He began pounding into her all the more strongly now, gripping her arms with his hands, pile-driving into her, repeatedly. He grunted and groaned, feeling his own satisfaction welling up inside him. Then she was shuddering.
"AAAAAAIIIIIIYYYYYYAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHAAAAAARRRRGGGGHHHHH!" she shrieked.
"AAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUGGGGGGHHHHHHHAAAAARRRRRGGGGGHH HHHHUUUUUGGGGGHHHH!" the boy gasped in response, and began firing one blast after another into her trembling body, and his sperm set off a second climax in Marilyn. Thrills burst through her head and she shivered.
CHAPTER FIVE
It was ten minutes to seven and Ron was gone, at last. Marilyn felt sated as never before, but pangs of conscience were eating away at her. It had been bad enough when she had been raped by the first two boys, but to have all but willingly given herself to Ron Bellman was almost unconscionable. Almost! Not wholly. The boy had justified it by giving her the most rousing climax her body had ever enjoyed, and if she felt a sense of shame now, it was because her husband had never been able to evoke such feelings in her.
Her husband! Ralph would be home very shortly, now, and she wanted to prepare supper for him. She wondered just what he'd like to eat. The store where he worked was only five minutes away by car, and so she decided she would call him and see what he wanted.
Picking up the phone, she dialed, but when the person at the other end answered and she asked for Ralph Kalian, the other voice said, "I'm sorry, but Mr. Kalian left more than an hour ago."
For a moment her heart began pounding in her chest, fearing Ralph might have come home, and, unnoticed, spotted her with the boy.
"Doesn't Mr. Kalian usually work until seven-thirty?" she asked.
"He leaves at six o'clock every night," the voice told her.
"Thank you," Marilyn replied, and hung up the phone.
Six o'clock every night! Where was he for an hour-and-a-half?
She began wondering if Ralph was the only one who left a six o'clock and came home at seven-thirty. If other men did the same thing it was possible, they all stopped off in a bar to get a drink, though Ralph wasn't really a drinking man.
Pearl Burns also had a husband who worked late, though Allan, her husband, owned his own pharmacy and it was easy to keep tabs on him. She was curious whether Pearl ever worried about her own husband, and phoned. Busy! Then she remembered, Pearl's phone was always busy for at least an hour between six and seven. Pearl certainly did a lot of talking, and that was strange, because when they had their weekly canasta games, Pearl was always the quietest one in the group.
Curious, Marilyn, now once again dressed, wearing her blue dress and a sweater to cover her cleavage, left her house, got into her station wagon, and drove over to Pearl's house. Pearl lived in the wealthy section of the village of Baldrick. A half block away, she spotted her husband's car. Ralph's car? What was it doing outside a strange house?
Marilyn was almost tempted to walk up to the house, but thought better of it. She'd go talk to her friend Pearl and see what Pearl had to say.
When she approached the Burns house, a ranch house, Marilyn noticed all the lights were out. No, not quite. There was one light on in the rear, in one of the bedrooms. Well, Pearl had a phone in her bedroom. There was no reason why she shouldn't be talking from there.
The Burns master bedroom had a window facing the side of the house next to it, but the house next door had no facing window, so Pearl had left her bedroom shade up. Against her instincts, Marilyn decided that before ringing the doorbell, she would peer into Pearl's bedroom window. She wanted to make certain she wasn't disturbing her friend. Even as she approached the window, which was half-open, Marilyn realized Pearl had company. It was a man, and Marilyn decided it might be better if she simply walked away. She turned away from the alley between the two houses, but then froze. The man was laughing, and only one man in the entire world had a laugh like that. Ralph! He had parked halfway down the block because he didn't want anyone seeing his car in front of the Burns home. Her Ralph, the man she had always been faithful to-until today, was in Pearl Bum's bedroom. How many other days had he spent there, while she waited for him at home, and Pearl's husband worked late in his drugstore?
Moving silently down the alleyway, she approached the window in time to hear Pearl ask, "Don't you ever do kinky things with Marilyn?"
"Nan!" Ralph was saying. "Marilyn's too straight for anything like we do. That's why you're so much fun, Pearl."
Too straight. Why she had wanted to do kinky things with him all the time, but he was refusing, claiming only disturbed or deranged people ever did things differently. Here he was, totally naked, his cherubic face glowing with satisfaction, and from the drops of semen on top of the blue covers of Pearl's bed, it was obvious they had already had one sortie. It was also obvious Ralph wanted one more before leaving.
Marilyn was angry, really angry. Now, for the first time, she felt justified in what she had done with Ron Bellman, and no longer felt pangs of conscience at the idea of the boy's wanting to return the following day. Well, well, well!
She stepped into the darkness of the alleyway while still peering through the window, not wanting to be observed by the bedroom participants.
"What now?" Pearl was saying, handing him some sun tan oil he had apparently asked her for.
"Now," he told her, "we cover ourselves with the stuff. It'll make us nice and slippery, and it'll be a lot of fun fucking that way, too."
Ralph was all of five-feet-eight inches tall, with a round stomach and a round face. He had no hair on the top of his head, and what was left in back was gray. He had gray eyes, too. His body was hairy, with a lot of jungle on his chest, under his arms, and on his groin. His flesh was light, and at the moment his rampant penis, which was red, save for the tip, was throbbing with expectancy. Marilyn had never realized her husband was so virile. No wonder he came home so knocked out every evening. After two orgasms with Pearl Bums, was it any wonder!
Pearl was almost the exact opposite of Marilyn in every respect. A quiet, dignified woman at all times, she was a little cherubic, but on her the excess poundage looked good. Her hair was dark and short, and she had a round face, with a slender nose and a full mouth Ralph was kissing at that moment. Her breasts were very large, and because of their size tended to droop a little, but that didn't bother-Ralph who was squeezing them and bunching them as he had never fondled Marilyn's breasts. She had a thick waistline, and very, very full hips. Her stomach, oddly enough, was flat. Her hips were very round, as were her thighs, and Ralph was taking the time to pinch her very round buttocks. Driblets of semen were running down the insides of her thighs, attesting to what Ralph had done with her, earlier.
Well, well! Marilyn thought. Let's see what I can learn from this fun-loving couple.
Ralph was rubbing the suntan oil all over Pearl's rounded body, taking a lot of time to rub it into her crotch. He took a long time rubbing it on her breasts, making her bend over, rubbing the oil in the crack between her globous ass-cheeks, and then actually teasing her little anal pucker with the oil, as well. He was soon pushing his finger in and out of her ass-hole with ease, all covered with the suntan oil.
"I think you're crazy," Pearl giggled, squeezing her ass-cheeks together, trying to trap his finger inside. But the slippery suntan oil made it easy for him to slide his finger out.
Not once in all their marriage had Ralph touched Marilyn's anus. Now here he was, shoving a finger very blithely into Pearl's rectum, and the latter was enjoying it, immensely. When Pearl's buttocks undulated around and around, the sound of the squishing oil between them was heard loud and clear by the observing Marilyn.
Going back to her car for a moment, Marilyn reached into the glove compartment and dug out the camera she'd had in there for the past three weeks, since returning from her vacation. She had grumbled about the roll of film in the camera being black and white at the time she had bought it, because there was no color film available. It was a high-speed film, and even with the poor light in the bedroom, Marilyn figured she ought to get some interesting shots. The photography teacher in school would develop this film for her.
Returning to the window, she caught her husband in an embrace with Pearl and snapped a picture. When Ralph began rubbing more oil into Pearl's anal crack, Marilyn took two pictures. She was fuming, and she intended keeping these pictures just in case her husband ever walked in early and caught her in flagrante delicto, because from now on she intended fucking up a storm.
"like the way I'm rubbing oil there?" Ralph was asking Pearl.
"Why there?" Pearl was asking.
"You'll see in a little while," the bald man told her.
Marilyn saw from the thickness of her husband's cock that he was more than ready to fuck again. He had Pearl lying on the bed right now, on her belly. They had put an old sheet on top of the bed to catch the excess oil, because Pearl's body was thick with it.
Ralph was hungry for more sexual delight, and his cock throbbed so much, it actually hurt. Well by the time he was finished, it would be shrunk to its flaccid state, and he might have enough strength left over to screw his own wife, tonight. What the hell! Marilyn was a good-enough lay, but she was his wife, and no wife of Ralph Kalian was going to involve herself in kinky stuff. Straight fucking was good enough for her.
At the moment, Ralph even felt a little hostile, and he intended taking out his hostility on Pearl's body. Well, why not! Tuesday evening was his evening to be with Pearl. Just as he spent other evenings with other women, he knew Pearl spent other evening with other men. His wife was one of the few faithful women around, which, as far as he was concerned, was the way it should be. After all, other men's wives were meant to screw around. His own wife was meant to be faithful.
Outside the window, Marilyn was having a ball taking pictures. She got some good ones of Pearl lying face-down on the bed, with her buttocks standing up, and her husband running his fingers in the hairline crack separating those gluteal mounds. Ralph's fingers made Pearl tingle all over, and her flesh was all aflutter with duck bumps.
Pearl sighed. It was so nice to feel a man handling her the right way. Her own husband was always so tired from the pharmacy to ever really make her happy. She needed a lot of fucking to keep her pleased, and Allan just wasn't doing it anymore.
"Now for a little flagellation," Ralph decided.
"Easy," Pearl warned. "Don't leave any marks for Allan to see."
"Of course not," Ralph laughed. "Ah, you nice juicy cunt," he said out loud, his voice jolting her for a moment, as if she were intent on getting up. That was when Ralph whacked her solidly across the buttocks.
"Hey, watch it!" Pearl snapped.
Ralph leaped to his feet and wrenched her thighs sloshingly apart, lifting her ankles so more oil seeped into her rectum. It made her wriggle-a little feeling the oil inside her. She began thrashing about in confusion. Ralph's hands grabbed her buttocks and began tugging the cheeks apart. "Hey!" Pearl shouted. "Just what do you think you're doing?"
"Having total fun," Ralph replied. "The kind of fun I can never have at home, with a strait-laced wife."
WHACK!
His hand came down stingingly hard against her buttocks again, and it really hurt where he hit her, leaving the pink outline of his fingers against her white buttocks. Her tight ass-cheeks wiggled their approval of what he was doing in spite of her pretended indignance.
Marilyn stared, taking another picture. She had never guessed her husband was a sadist. Well this was one game she had no desire to play. Pearl had big, fatty ass-cheeks. She was able to take a swat without too much pain. She, Marilyn, did not relish pain of any sort.
"Come on, fucking cunt," Ralph continued saying. "So you like to play games, eh. Well we're going to have a fun time before I go home again."
Ralph's hand slid between Pearl's thighs from the rear, and he reached up and cupped her pelvic bush with his hand, and squeezed.
"Eeeeyowwwwwwwf" Pearl gasped, her hips churning and trying to thrust his hand away. Ralph smiled, his fingers tangled in her pubic hair, holding onto her all the more solidly while getting himself into position. Pearl, knowing what he intended, arched her hips back, suggestively. To Marilyn, it looked as if her husband intended fucking Pearl the way Eddie Johnson had fucked her, earlier.
Pearl was apparently no slouch at this game of sadomasochism, either, and kicked back with her foot, catching Ralph in his stomach. The chubby man bent over and held onto her ankle, then gave her buttocks a few more slaps.
"Now, sweet slut!" Ralph roared, waiting for her next kick, and when it came, brushed her leg to the side and slipped between her thighs. He brought his penis up hard and fast along the insides of her legs, the tip rubbing constantly against the oil. Pearl wiggled wildly, knowing full well what Ralph intended since he had done this many times before, though she always pretended she knew nothing about it. She wiggled crazily, her butt thrashing this way and that, not really frightened, but always pretending to be since it aroused Ralph that much more.
Marilyn had a perfect view of everything. The bed and its occupants were in profile to the window, and there were crystal lamps on all over the room, keeping everything nice and bright. Too, there were mirrors all over-a dresser mirror, two wall mirrors, and there was even a mirror on the bed's headboard.
Ralph reared back, pointing his aching penis at the tiny button between Pearl's well-greased ass cheeks. His hand still gripped her pubic hair, and he tugged on it, viciously, pulling Pearl back toward him as he thrust forward, solidly. He slammed his hips forward with thunderous velocity. SLUSH!
Ralph's thick penis slid into the cranny between Pearl's ass-cheeks, and the head pressed itself against the shriveled rectal en try way, poised for an instant. Pearl squeezed her ass-cheeks tightly shut, but it didn't help, because they, like her ass-hole, had been thoroughly oiled. Little by little, as Marilyn stared with amazement, the thick penis began pushing its way into Pearl's tight ass-hole.
Pearl's entire body went rigid in an attempt to force Ralph out. At first, there was that pain that always erupted between her ass-cheeks. Sometimes she found it difficult to tell whether Ralph's cock was sinking into her ass-hole or her vaginal well. He was much thicker than her own husband, and the two orifices were so close together, there was always a moment when pain shot through both of them before she was able to understand which well was containing the steam drill. The pain was excruciating and Pearl felt a jangled eruption of shuddering nerve-endings. Now she knew for certain which of her holes had the hot cock.
"Ohhhhhhhh ... n-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o..." Pearl gasped, and her belly slammed into the bed in an attempt to escape the punishing penis. Her buttocks rose and fell, rose and fell, and then her thighs flattened against the bed, and finally ... in went the cock. "Eeeeeyyyyaaaaggggghhhhh! Ralph, you bastard!" she gasped, shuddering. She struggled as if her ass was being ripped inside-out.
Marilyn stared and saw her husband's huge prick was only an inch into the bottom of Pearl Bums. He began pressing harder, harder, harder, and it began sinking deeper. The oil made his entry considerably easier. As he pushed his penis in, oil actually squirted from her ass-hole to make room for the cock, and more oil began to dribble down Pearl's thighs.
"Please ... please ... Ralph ... not there again ... " she begged, though the begging was more fake than real. Pearl loved the feeling of the pain. Slowly but surely the cock wormed its way deeper and deeper into Pearl's ass-hole.
Pumping hard now, Ralph managed to get half the length of his prodigious penis into Pearl before she tightened up again. Her ass-hole gripped his throbbing length of slamming cock like a virgin vagina. She seemed to be trying to keep him from penetrating, but Ralph was persistent. He pushed, and the tightness of her rectum caused him some pain, but he sank his shaft between her butter-soft cheeks, anyway.
"Ahhhhhhhhh!" Ralph sighed, his penis feeling like a white hot knife driving into butter.
Pearl writhed, the masochist in her glorying in the agony she felt for the moment. She was filled with fire. The flames were licking joyously from her ass-hole into her colon, into her small intestine, and then into her belly, itself. She thrust her buttocks up again and again, slamming at the terrible invader. Heaving, pounding, rotating and squirreling her lovely hips she thrilled to the delightful pain filling her, unable to keep from crying because of it.
"Hhhhhuuuuuugggghhhhh ... uuuuuunnnnnngggggghhhhhh!" she gasped.
"I'm going to shove my cock right up into your gut," Ralph told her. He gripped her ass-cheeks and peeled them apart like grapefruit rind and rooted his penis even more deeply into Pearl's tight rectum. Inch by inch he crept into her rear tunnel, feeling her narrow channel slowly enlarging, now starting to suck him in, and her interior was inflaming his penile flesh. Even his blood was boiling.
Pearl began gasping and screeching as his hips pressed against the rounded cheeks of her buttocks. He was all the way into her now, and his terrible length was pushing into her large intestine, as well. It was deliciously agonizing, and Pearl was gasping for breath. Now Ralph began talking-once again something he never did with his own wife, thereby making Marilyn seethe.
"It's good, really good," he encouraged. "Now pump those lovely hips up and down while I slam my cock in and out."
Brushing tears from her eyes with the back of her hand, Pearl pressed her palms into the mattress beneath her and forced her buttocks to lift a little. His cock, which had slid back a little, now once again pushed into her rectum, filling it completely. It seemed to pour through her. It pumped in and out, and with each forward thrust a little more of the pain disappeared. He began churning and corkscrewing his penis in her shuddering rectum. It was all so wild and crazy because her little hole was so tight, and Pearl was able to feel every lunging thrust.
"Fuck it into me!" she begged, letting Marilyn know that in spite of all the agony, she loved it. Her body pressed all the more deeply into the bed, and his belly was pressing against her rump and her back. He pushed in deeper, always deeper, always pulling back just enough so he was able to slam into her again. His throbbing penis filled her narrow anal stricture as her web of rectal muscles clutched at him and gripped him tightly, coaxing him again and again, letting him know she didn't want him to stop fucking her.
Ralph stared at the woman's rounded buttocks moving up and down to his slow, steady, pounding rhythm, and as she watched, still taking pictures, Marilyn hated her husband for never having done this to her. The sucking noise of his penis in Pearl's ass-hole filled the bedroom. Oh she was tight! Was she ever tight! It took all of Ralph's strength to thrust into her each time, but little by little Pearl's interior was yielding. Her flesh was softening, opening up to his thrusting member.
"Ooooooh ... good, isn't it!" Ralph gasped. "I love it, and I can tell you love it, too."
"I ... uhhhhh ... oooooooh ... hhhhuuuuuunnnnnhhhhhh..." was all she was able to say as her ass-cheeks slapped against his belly. It was the sound of a thunderclap, though to Pearl it was the sensation of his hand walloping her buttocks all over again. She felt herself being more and more fulfilled as his throbbing organ pushed its way in and out, in and out. She was feeling hot all over, and the pressure was really getting to her. His penis was pulsing and throbbing inside, sending wild chills up her spine.
"Lift your cheeks a little, you gorgeous woman," he told her, pumping into her like a madman. "Lift that ass of yours and maybe I can shove more cock into you."
Pearl did as she was told, and surprisingly, it felt very good. He was pumping his throbbing cock in and out of her tight ass-hole, moving like a frenzied jackrabbit. Now his hard cock was jackhammering into her rectum, and Pearl's flesh seemed to melt under the attack. She began to wheeze and gasp, and the smells filling the room were so strong, even Marilyn, from where she stood, was able to smell them. They permeated the atmosphere like the scent of lilacs after a shower. The entire body of the chubby woman trembled and her thighs nearly collapsed under her.
She was wheezing and gasping even louder now, panting, "Oh ... oh ... oh ... oh..." She was able to accept the penis completely now, as she had known from the start she would. It was a wonderfully thrilling pole stirring up rousing passion between the cheeks of her round posterior. Her sphincter was clinging to his cock like a sucking mouth, and the flesh of her rectal channel was clutching his penis. Her breasts were aflame with desire, and a rash of goose bumps rippled across her entire body.
"Come!" Pearl screamed. "I want to feel you come in my ass."
"Yeah!" Ralph grunted.
"Come, damn you! Shoot that stuff into me."
Marilyn stared, intrigued by it all. She would have never believed a woman would have enjoyed such a thing, but it was obvious Pearl Burns was enjoying herself immensely. Just looking at this made Marilyn's vagina ache for more of a thick penis. But she didn't dare burst in on her husband, right now. To do so, and to let him know she was aware of what he was doing, would cost her the entire advantage she now held over him.
She continued staring, and though she wanted to linger herself, she refused to do it. Those days of self-stimulation were gone. There were a lot of penises around, and although she intended being discreet in her selection, she expected she would have quite a variety of them, in awhile.
Ralph was stroking faster and faster into Pearl's rectum, holding his sperm back with a supreme concentration of willpower.
Pearl was begging him to come, which meant she was close to an orgasm, herself. He wanted to intensify her climax by making her feel it in two places at once. He wrapped his arms tightly around her body and sank his fingers into the openness of her seething vagina, rubbing and stimulating her clitoris. It was what was needed to set Pearl off.
"AAAAAIIIIIIEEEEEE ... YYYYYYYYAAAAAAIIIIIIGGGGGHHHHHHAAAAGGGGHHHH!" the slightly pudgy woman shrieked, slamming her buttocks solidly back against the body of the man behind her. Ralph hit her with his cock again and again, increasing the speed of his poking as he felt the sensations continuing to build inside him.
"Gonna come! Gonna come!" he gasped.
"Yes." Pearl encouraged, her voice almost a whisper. "Come! Come in my ass!"
"EEEEEEEEYYYYYYOOOOOWWWW-AAAAAUUUUUUGGG-GGHHHHHHAAAAGGGGGHHHHH!" Ralph bellowed, and began firing his semen into the depths of Pearl's colon, filling her with his warm fluid, repeatedly.
Marilyn stared, jealous that another woman was enjoying such things with her own husband while Ralph refused to indulge in such things with her. Had he been a stranger it would have been understandable. But he was treating Pearl, who was-in essence-a stranger, with more aplomb than he treated her, his own wife.
Turning, Marilyn walked down the long alley and hurried to her station wagon. Things were going to change from now on. What was good for the gander was definitely good for the goose. All feelings of guilt she had felt with Ron Bellman had fallen by the wayside, never to be picked up, again.
CHAPTER SIX
Wednesday was the first real day of school for the kids at Baldrick High. Now that they knew where their classes were, and who their teachers were, the students would have to settle down to serious learning.
Marilyn had no trouble getting through the day. At one point, in the middle of the day, the principal, Mr. Kuline, called her to his office.
"Is there any problem?" Marilyn asked, walking in and taking the proffered seat as Kuline remained seated behind his desk wearing the same suit he'd worn the day before.
"What happened between you and the Marlowe and Johnson kids?" Kuline asked.
"What are you getting at?" Marilyn asked.
"Are you aware that both boys are in the hospital with broken jaws and broken fingers?"
"Good heavens, no!" Marilyn replied.
"No one seems to be able to get out of them what happened. Now I know both were at your house for tutoring, yesterday."
"Let me assure you that whatever happened to those boys, it didn't take place at my house," Marilyn insisted.
"I know they pal around together..."
"Yes, Harry Marlowe waited around for Ed Johnson to finish his lesson, and the two left together," Marilyn said, neglecting to mention how the boys had manhandled her.
"Well, the only one left now is Ron Bellman.
"Which is just as well," Marilyn said, "since he's .the only one who really wants to learn."
"That Bellman boy is very bright. He's going to go far."
"That he will," Marilyn assured the principal nervously.
Leaving the office, she returned to her classes. During the one o'clock lunch break, Leo Gorten, the photography teacher came over to her, and said, "Where on earth did you get those pictures?"
"Took 'em last night," she replied.
They were in the school cafeteria, and though they ate the same food as the students, they didn't have to get on the same line. The cafeteria was large, with row after row of tables and benches filled with buzzing students. The walls were painted a sickly green and reminded Marilyn of hospital corridors.
"You realize," Gorten told her, "that pictures like this are not supposed to be developed."
"I know," Marilyn nodded. "That's why I asked you to do them for me."
"Surely you could have chosen two better subjects," the photo teacher said.
"This wasn't by choice," Marilyn replied. "The two in the pictures were doing it for love, not money."
"Shame on you, playing peeping Tomasina."
"I'm not the least little bit ashamed," Marilyn told him.
"You know," Gorten said to her, "if I didn't know better, I'd swear you've changed considerably."
"I have changed," Marilyn assured him.
"Suppose you be a little more explicit," Gorten insisted.
"I can be as explicit as you wish. Just how explicit do you want me to be?"
"As explicit as possible, for you."
"Very well," Marilyn replied. "Yesterday I had a revelation. Call it a miracle if you wish, but I discovered the glories of extra-curricular fucking."
The photo teacher reddened for a moment, unable to believe this was the prim Mrs. Kalian talking. like everyone else in the school, he had tried making time with her, and like everyone else, he had failed.
"Tell me more," he finally said.
"Well," Marilyn said, as they took a table in the far corner of the cafeteria, putting their food trays down, "it has come to my attention that there's more to life than getting up, going to work, coming home, and being bored, day after day."
"Just how did you receive this revelation?"
"Now you're trying to look a gift horse in the mouth."
"Pardon?"
"I think I just made myself pretty explicit."
"Are you trying to proposition me?" he asked. "Not at all," Marilyn replied. "I'm waiting for you to proposition me. After all, I am a lady. But I expect more than a sleazy motel room and a fast fuck, if you'll pardon the expression."
"Do you want violins, candlelight and bon-bons?"
"That would be a good idea for a start," Marilyn admitted. "After all, we can't exactly go out and be seen by other people, now can we?"
"Well, hardly."
"I'm a lady, Leo, not a whore. My body is not for sale. It is for use by certain select individuals whom I admire and whom I believe will have respect for me."
"I see," Gorten nodded. "You're letting me know that I'm on your list."
"As a matter-of-fact, you head the list."
"I appreciate that, but I'd still like to know what brought about your change of heart."
"That, dear Leo, is none of your business. Now the only remaining questions, which you should already have the answers to are, when and where?"
"Saturday?"
"A lovely day."
"One o'clock?"
"An excellent time. My husband is still working, then."
"Shall we meet at the La Rada Motel?"
"I'll be there at precisely one-fifteen. Have the room already picked out so I can park my wagon in the rear where no one will see it."
"You know," Gorton told her, "I still can't believe it. I mean, you, Marilyn Kalian, of all people."
"Just consider yourself lucky," Marilyn told him. "I hope you live up to expectations."
"I will," he assured her.
"To be honest, Leo, I like what is euphemistically termed, imagine fucking. No branding irons, whips, or leather, but lots of imagine fucking. Get me?"
"I understand," Gorton nodded.
The two of them finished eating, and then, when the bell rang, went to their respective classes.
As far as Marilyn was concerned, Leo Gorten was just the beginning. The village was filled with interesting men; discreet men who didn't fuck and tell. These were the only kinds she was interested in.
At the end of the school day, she sighed, looking at the results of the first open test she had given on things the students in her various classes ought to have learned in their previous year. Fully half the kids in all her classes were total ignoramuses. Trying to knock some sense into their heads was a complete waste of time.
Putting all the test papers into a briefcase, she carried it to her station wagon, dumped everything in, then got behind the wheel and drove directly home. She was home at three-fifteen, and she went upstairs and took a long, leisurely bath.
Leaving the bathtub, she opened the little drawer in the bathroom counter and removed the dildo. This she dropped in the nearby trash can. It was something she would never need again. A lot of things would never be needed again, including imaginary lovers, especially when there were so many of the real thing around.
Putting on a sheer negligee and nothing else, Marilyn went downstairs and poured herself a glass of wine. She sipped at it slowly, contemplating her future, and as far as she was concerned, it looked very rosy. like the song said, she had a lotta livin' to do.
At four o'clock, she left her front door open with only the screen door shut, and she went upstairs, taking off her robe. When the doorbell rang, moments later, she called down, "Come in, Ron."
The door was heard to open and close, and then he shut the regular door as well, and came hurrying up the stairs when Marilyn called down and invited him up. He walked into her bedroom, and she was lying on her bed, totally naked, her arms extended to him.
"Oh Wow!" Ron Bellman gasped. "For a little while I was afraid that after yesterday you wouldn't even want to see me anymore."
"Don't be silly," Marilyn assured him, tugging him down and kissing him hard on the mouth. "Yesterday was only the beginning, only the beginning."
