The ink in which a novelist dips his pen is the blood of people, for literature is inherently the mirror of the human condition. Great books have been written and will continue to be written about nature and worlds other than our own, yet the abiding strength in acknowledged literature has been man's relationship to himself and his society. Now in the tumultuous years of cultural upheaval that have marked the middle decades of 20th century America, such focus is more important than ever.
Frankly and fearlessly, "Practice With Teacher" explores the roots which are responsible for the perplexing, often agonizing, dilemmas which can face modern-day citizens, and graphically examines how the results can affect their lives. We strongly urge you, the discerning reader, to follow the twisting development of the heroine, well-meaning
Laura Bricklin, as she experiences the torment of psychosexual adjustment. She, as a talented piano teacher proud of her skills and independence, must reconcile herself to her students and their fathers not only on a social level, but on emotional and biological ones as well. The undercurrent of vengefulness swells beneath the surface of the males she must deal with, and finally breaks to the surface in an explosive climax. The secret desires and fears in all of us-men and women alike-are therefore bound together in a whirlpool of conflict and lust which none may escape unscathed.
Join us, then, as Laura Bricklin comes to grips with what all masters of the written word have so ardently expressed, the human condition.
The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Jack Sears whistled happily to himself as he walked down the main corridor of Redondo Junior College. The building was tall and stately for its relatively small size, the surrounding community of Redondo still the same parochial, low-population rural center it had been back when the two-year college had first been opened, some forty years before.
Back then, of course, higher education had been considered important with a capital "I", rather than the current liberal attitude of it being a way of spending time until graduation. The building reflected the old habits and philosophies, and Jack Sears, though only the athletic coach, was impressed as always by the aura of professionalism and dignity it exuded. like its faculty, he thought. The teachers were mostly a bunch of pompous old farts, hiding their ignorance behind walrus moustaches or black dresses, and stern, authoritarian discipline. All except for one of the women, he continued thinking as he walked. Laura
Bricklin, that voluptuous sweetheart of a music instructor-she was anything but fat and pompous! Damn, a man would think she'd have something better to do than to teach a bunch of grown boys how to play scales on the beat-up, out-of-tune college piano.
The students in the hallway jostled against Sears, but he managed to go against the youthful tide toward the south wing of the school, where Laura conducted her on-campus classes in the small music room. He'd stopped whistling now, but there was a soft curve of a smile playing across his firm lips as he thought of her in her morning classes, or out in the afternoons giving private lessons in various homes, and in his imagination he had already formed just such a better future for her than her chosen profession. At his home, that's where-not tutoring him to play any instrument except her curvaceously sensual body, and remaining barefoot, pregnant, and happily waiting on her man. And there was no better man for her in his opinion than himself.
In Sears' mind's eye, the perfect match was Miss Laura Bricklin and himself. He was the right age for her, as she was somewhere close to thirty and he had just reached thirty-seven two months ago. He was single and had a good chance at advancing in his coaching career at a more prestigious, better-paying university, and the part-time insurance business he was running with his older brother Marvin was picking up-and would do much better if he could get Marve to stop drinking so much.
There was no use denying it, he thought with a sigh as he neared the music room. He was in love with Laura! But why hadn't she fallen as heavily for him? Oh, she liked him enough, that was evident, and he believed that deep down inside her she did love him. But over the months of dating her in the evenings and on weekends whenever possible, every time he would raise the issue of Love and Marriage, she'd skirt away from the issue as if he were throwing stones at her! God knew he'd tried to do everything to please her, and he wasn't exactly ugly. His gray eyes were bright and intelligent in a sun-bronzed, high-cheekboned face. He always dressed impeccably, with the latest fashions and colors, and his thick black hair was carefully trimmed every two weeks to keep it in perfect style. No, this was a question which had be-deviled him ever since he'd first declared his love for Laura, and it was a question he'd been only able to answer one way:
Laura Bricklin was morally righteous.
She acted as if she were a virgin, but Sears doubted this. On a few occasions when she'd been a bit tipsy, she'd shown herself to be as fundamentally passionate as the wildest, most promiscuous wanton-though to his increasing frustration, her aroused emotions had always stopped short of actual sex. Besides, he doubted that any woman past puberty was a virgin, no matter how much the lady swore she was pure and undefiled.
And to make matters worse, there was Jack's own scandalous past. It dated back eighteen years, but would never be lived down until his nephew, Tommy Sears, was old enough to leave Redondo; for the truth of the matter was that Tommy was not his nephew, Tommy was his son. It had all occurred when his brother Marvin had been away in the Army, and Marve's fiancee, Debby-Sue Carpenter, had hung around the Sears family household in order to "stay out of mischief while Marve was gone. Jackson was nineteen, a freshman in this very same college, young and virile and almost as horny as Debby-Sue was randy from waiting. Their eventual coupling was almost fore-ordained, a stiff prick knowing no more of a conscience than a well-oiled pussy.
Jack and Debby-Sue fucked each other raw whenever they could get the chance, figuring they were keeping it very secret by keeping it "in the family". Alas, Debby-Sue got more "family" than she'd bargained for, becoming pregnant shortly before Marve was expected home on leave. There was no question what to do-Marve was immediately seduced into a week-long screw session with his intended, so that when later she told him she was pregnant, it was he rather than Lewis who she named as father. The dates weren't all that far apart, and Marvin never questioned the paternity, pleased as punch at the idea of being a daddy.
There was the hasty wedding, of course, which always cause gossipy tongues to wag. But few are the secrets which can be kept in a small town, and despite Jack's and Debby-Sue's covert diligence, it was open knowledge that they'd been screwing like minks, everybody smirking and speculating just who the father really was. Naturally it was denied; naturally nobody believed anything but the worst. But after that first big flap was over and Tommy was born seven months after the wedding, it more or less slipped into ancient history as new scandals rose to take its place, for in truth, nobody actually cared one way or another-except for Marve and his wife. As Tommy grew into a boy and then into a teenager, Marvin increasingly took to drink, making sly, bitter insinuations against his wife. In turn, Debby-Sue ceased being a happy, bubbling girl, becoming thin-lipped and somber, highly religious and prudish, turning away from sex and life's little pleasures as if to punish herself for her indiscretions with Jack.
Torn by his own nagging guilt, Jack had been trying to make it up to his brother and sister-in-law every way he could: He gave money to help them along, and when that wasn't enough, helped Debby-Sue get a job at the local canning plant. He continually propped up Marve in his insurance agency, and constantly made excuses for Marve's alcoholic condition, sticking around Redondo to look after things long after he should have gone on to bigger and better prospects, and at a loss to his own career. And he had remained close to Tommy over the years his son was growing toward manhood, always acting as the loving uncle without stepping over that thin, invisible line and becoming paternal. Somehow along the way, he had also managed to stay a bachelor, although he'd had a number of affairs and had come close to the altar more than once.
He would have thought that a woman of maturity and intelligence like Laura Bricklin would understand the follies of youth and make allowances. But unfortunately, his indiscretion was in that one area where Laura was not particularly tolerant, and his skeleton-in-the-closet seemed to rattle so loud to her that it was drowning out any sound of church bells ringing. It was as if she felt that by marrying him, some of that old humiliating stain would rub off on her, and she'd be smeared by new snickering gossip. So she held back both ody and soul, even though he was positive she wanted to commit herself to him physically and emotionally deep down in her innermost heart. God, if only Laura would let herself go just once and be the full-blooded female she was intended to be...!
Jack Sears walked into his girl-friend's office, which was hardly more than a cubicle adjacent to the small music room. She wasn't there, nor did he hear any strains of piano playing coming from the room beyond. Wondering if perhaps she had left early to tutor her outside pupils-which she did in order to supplement her meager college salary-he crossed the office and entered the music room. His thin smile of before broadened into a brilliant grin as he saw her at the piano, sitting on the bench and leaning over the keyboard while she made notes on some sheet music. Good! She was apparently hard at work composing again, one of her favorite hobbies that usually placed her in a fine humor; and best of all, she was alone instead of patiently trying to teach some dimwit farm boy how to hit a note instead of a baseball. He'd timed it just right!
He watched the curvaceous woman for a moment, silently sucking in his breath as his eyes roamed over her taut buttocks, outlined temptingly beneath her thin skirt as she bent forward, and her trim, tapering legs, which were crossed at the ankles beneath the bench, her flesh so satiny and tanned that stockings were not required.
"Hey, Angel," he called to her. 'Turn around and meet your maker!"
"Wha--? " Startled, Laura Bricklin spin around and it took an instant for her to register who was there. She was almost as tall as Jack, with long thighs, narrow hips, and nubile pert breasts. Her eyes were big and of the same dark chestnut hue of her long, silken hair, and there was an elfin hint of something wicked under brows that had the lovely curve of a gull's wing. Her face was smoothly sculpted and finely chiseled, but at the moment her red mouth was passionate with disapproval, her dark eyes fierce and proud and tameless as those of a young eagle.
"Jack!" she reprimanded him crisply, "How many times have I told you not to call me 'Angel'? "
Jack shrugged good-naturedly. "Why not? You're an angel to me, you know. Or is an angel too soft and feminine for you?"
"Ohhh, you're impossible at times, Jack!"
Sears laughed and went over to put some papers on the lid of the piano. "Here," he said. "Biff Burns forgot his exercise book in the locker room yesterday."
'Thank you," she said, mollified. 'That's awfully sweet of you to make this special trip. I'm sure Biff was very disappointed when he couldn't practice his exercises."
"Oh, sure he was," Jack taunted, laughing again. 'That's why he took Darleen Emery to the drive-in movies last night. But my personal delivery service isn't for free," he added jauntily. "It'll cost you one lunch time with me, and I'm here to collect my fee right now."
"My heavens, is it noon already?" Laura glanced at the small gold watch strapped to her wrist, and shook her head. "It's almost twelve-thirty. Where has the morning gone?"
"Ah, your dedication to music is astounding," he kidded her. "C'mon, grab your coat. We'll try out that new delicatessen down at the shopping center."
"I ... I can't, Jack. I'm terribly sorry, but I just can't take the time off today. I've a lesson at one, and then a completely full schedule until at least five o'clock-"
"For crying out loud," Jack interrupted, his words clipped with disappointment and irritation. "I mean ... I can understand you've got your classes and lessons to give, but this is carrying it too far, not even having time out for lunch. Dammit, this isn't how you should live!"
'That's my choice to make, isn't it?" Laura glared, the words stinging her anger. "You're beginning to sound just like my father, with his 'throwing your life away' lectures, and his talk of
'a woman's place'. . . "
"Well, I can't say I disagree with him," Sears retorted. "I think it's marvelous that you're smart and talented enough to teach and compose music, but there has to be more to life than tickling the ivories!"
The young brunette's lips compressed tightly, making a little white ring about the edge of her scarlet lipstick, and she bobbed her head in a curt, characteristic gesture of determination. "It isn't a matter of tickling the ivories, as you so crudely put it, Jack. I realize that I must appear silly to you, being a woman and all ... but I wish you'd try to see that it's just because I am a woman that makes it so important. It's the desire to create and develop my life beyond the traditional role of washing dishes and breeding sons; a feeling of accomplishment that I must try and satisfy within myself. Please, won't you try to understand?"
Sears studied her intently, then stepped nearer to clasp her long, clip-nailed fingers in his own strong hand. "Fine, I'll subscribe to that. But women have been making marks in education and the arts since the days of the Greeks, without sacrificing the satisfaction of love and a family. My big sister, f instance; I remember as a kid, her drive to become a nurse, a really good nurse, and she did. Then she married Doc Forbusher, and they moved to St. Louis where she's helping him in his office. It's been a great combination that's satisfied everyone."
"I guess it would be," she agreed. "But I suppose a lot of it has to do with how you're raised. I'm an only child, and my mother had plenty of time on her hands, but all she did was nag my father. Of course, that's the way my father wanted it, always putting her down, trampling on her dreams and desires, trying to make her a slave to the house."
Jack Sears found himself closely appraising his upset girl-friend. Her short verbal description of family background had caught him by surprise, for she was not one given to baring her soul. He said: "You never mentioned that before, Laura. Do you ... dislike your father for what he did?"
Laura shrugged her shoulders, standing up from the piano, although still allowing Jack to hold her hand. "No, not really. I think it was more the times, because most men felt that way back then. But the problem is, most men still feel that way, and resent it if a woman tries to develop herself to the full extent of her powers."
"Ah, that smacks of Fern Lib!"
Instantly, Laura sensed a certain bite in his tone, and it offended her. It seemed that their relationship suffered a continual up and down pattern, subject to Jack's unpredictable moods, and these, she surmised, were due to her refusal to give in to him. To become, she feared, the same subservient dependent to him as her mother had become to her father. And Jack could be cruel, almost ruthless about the subject, right in the middle of something beautiful and meaningful ... but she would never give in to him or any man until she was accepted as an individual in her own right, able to have the final say as to her own future.
It wasn't that she didn't care for this handsome man, for she had grown progressively more fond of Jack Sears over the school year, but this burning ambition to express herself through music was a dream she'd nourished since her first girlhood piano lessons. To give it all up now, even for Jack, would be to relinquish that dream, and she was certain that the empty hollow in her life would not be filled by dedicating herself to pleasing him alone.
But now, realizing that she had already piqued his male ego by refusing his luncheon date, Laura desperately wanted to avoid hurting his pride still further by lashing back at him. Instead she quietly told him: "I'm hardly a bra-burner, Jack. I don't want to be the equal of a man, because men and women are not equal; they are compatible, like two halves that balance each other, and fit together to make a complete entity."
"Oh, Laura ... Laura ... Then why can't we fit together?" Jack Sears felt gripped in the tormenting conflict of his emotions. On one hand, he knew he loved her more than ever for being the adamant and prideful woman she was who wanted a girl without spirit? And yet, his passionate yearnings to possess her were being frustrated at every turn until he thought he'd go crazy with his unfulfilled desire. Her tanned beauty stunned him, and now, holding her hand and standing within inches of her warm, fragrant body, he was literally overwhelmed with the need to touch her face, to run his fingers through her long dark hair, to kiss her and hold her and make love to her until she surrendered to him. He was probably being childish about it-in fact, he knew he was but still, he wasn't able to stop himself.
His other arm began to snake slowly around her wasp-like waist, seeping her closer to him until he was able to whisper in her ear: "Laura ... darling, you're putting this noble quest of yours before what's natural. Before what's right and natural-our love, our destiny together, don't you see?"
Laura squirmed uncomfortably in his embrace, placing her hands up between his arms and pressing against his chest until she had disentangled herself, "I haven't agreed to marry you, Jack, if that's what you mean. I don't want to even consider the subject, not for some time to come, but even if I did say yes, that doesn't give you the right to start pawing me helplessly in my own music room!"
"Helpless? You?" Again Sears laughed, this time mocking and bitter with irritation. He pinned her back against the piano, and smiled strangely into her lovely face. "You're anything but helpless, Laura. You're about as helpless as a panther!"
With that, he suddenly pressed his body against hers, grinding his loins tightly against the front of her light brown skirt. Laura's eyes widened with surprise and indignation as she felt something unexpectedly hard pressing into the flat plane of her belly, and the thirty-year-old teacher made a concentrated effort to gain control of the rapidly disintegrating situation. She gasped angrily and attempted to struggle away from the stiff, poker-like bulge that was urgently digging into the softness of her lower abdomen, but Jack's implacable grin seemed to widen with unbearable arrogance, as if he were enjoying her anxiety and discomfort. He held her more tightly, pushing harder against her until his muscular weight trapped her desperately wriggling body securely against the piano.
"Jack, for heaven's sake! Let go of me this instant!" she cried out. Distress was evident on her beseeching face as she stared back at the dark-haired coach. "You know I don't like this! I won't be manhandled-now stop it!"
But her words seemed to have no effect, either on her now lewdly grinning boyfriend or on the ominously pulsing rod of flesh that was straining against her resisting belly. "Aw, c'mon, Laura," he pleaded harshly at her. "You know you want me holding you like this. You know you do deep down inside."
"I don't want it, Jack, I don't!" the squirming woman moaned. "Let me go, please!" Her eyes darted anxiously around the room to see if any of her students had somehow come in unannounced and were witnessing her embarrassing predicament. Lord, if she were caught like this, she'd never live it down! She'd die of mortification! Laura was relieved to see that she and Jack were still alone, but then she felt a sudden stab of apprehension as well, for she realized that there was no one to help her if she needed assistance in controlling him.
Then, abruptly, her thoughts were broken as Jack drew her into a heady, clinging embrace, and was whispering wetly into her ear. "You drive me wild," he cooed softly. "Hell, every time I'm around you, I go nuts with wanting you so badly."
"D-Don't talk like that," she groaned, frightened by the unusual boldness he was now displaying. "Have you been drinking?"
"No, it's you who's making me drunk, Laura!"
Before she could find the breath to protest, she felt his one hand grasp her chin and tilt it upward toward her face. Then she could taste the warm moistness of his lips close down hotly over her mouth, and his tongue slither deep between her teeth, searching for the softness of her own tongue.
The reluctant music teacher had to admit that his firm manly body felt good pressed against her, its sinewy strength beating against the supple roundness of her breasts. Instinctively her body began to respond to his subtle caresses, her willing flesh to him with every fiber of her strength. It shocked her, realizing she was involuntarily responding this way to him. Jack Sears possessed an affable charm and forceful personality, and was one of the most desirable men she had ever met. The urge to shout yes! to him was nearly overwhelming...
But it was stopped dead, checked as always by the black and terrible cloud of her disastrous past hanging overhead.
"Oh God, no, Jack," she whimpered as he released her quivering lips for a moment. Haunted by a fear of what might follow, Laura clenched her hands into fists and pushed as hard as she could against his chest to break the lock of his arms. "No ... no more, I'm expecting a student! Please, you have to let me go!"
"You said your next lesson was at one," he answered in a throaty rasp. "We've got plenty of time ... and it's past time that you started acting like the woman you obviously are!"
Without further warning, he abruptly tightened his enfolding arms about her and once again crushed his mouth down wetly upon hers. Disregarding her indignantly mumbled protests, he slid one hand down over the thin fabric of her skirt blouse to gently stroke the firm smooth flesh of her upper thigh. Then he clamped his fingers lewdly around one of the swelling cheeks of her buttocks, pressing her loins even more demandingly to his own.
For a terrified moment, the young brunette teacher fought even more desperately to escape his unwelcome caresses, but then her traitorously accepting body ceased its struggles. In spite of her fervent resolve not to, she was beginning to respond to the eager passion of his kneading hand around her tautly straining buttocks. This was a scene that had happened to her many times before-with other men, in other settings-ever since she'd been old enough to date, at the age of sixteen. Laura prayed that Jack Sears would not try anything further, and that he would soon stop his rude demands and understand that she did not want or enjoy his advances ... not like this, at any rate. For a wistful moment, she wished she could truly let go of her inhibitions, just for one time, and do what should come naturally to her as a mature woman ... but the wounds that had been inflicted by another man a decade before were simply too deep and still unhealed.
Somewhere in the depths of her consciousness, Laura felt the tempting awareness of Jack's arousing kisses, the gentle yet massaging pressure of his clenching fingers around her buttocks and slender waist, and the insistent throb of his excited penis against the yielding flesh of her trembling belly ... but she was still too afraid, afraid of the pain and heartless laughter she had endured once before, to allow herself to give in now. The dedication which had turned her into an independent and self-reliant woman was built on the need to prove her worth, just as she'd told Jack Sears ... but it was also a dedication to avoid the nameless terrors of which she dare not speak...!
CHAPTER TWO
"No, no ... Jack, I beg you..." Laura Bricklin moaned, her words lost from the constriction of his lips.
"Why not, Laura? Why not, just like men and women do all the time ... what Nature intended them to do?" His hand continued to stroke her pulsating thigh and buttocks, and then he lowered his lips to her pleading mouth once more, his tongue darting out to slip between her teeth. Laura moaned in desperation. He was too strong for her physically, and now her body was a loose bundle of raw nerves, her mind rapidly losing control over it ... Then suddenly his other hand snaked up along her quivering belly to cup one of her full, brassiere-encased breasts, sending tiny licking flames of unwanted excitement rushing over her vulnerable flesh. Small pinpricks of delicious feeling raced through the softly pulsing lip of her awakening vagina, until abruptly, the realization of what she was allowing to happen struck her again.
Once again, the old fears and horrors welled up to stifle her natural impulses. She thought about breaking away and running ... running to escape this man ... but she doubted that her legs would support her now. He held her tight, his hands hot and smooth on her breast and buttocks, and he ground his loins harshly against her thigh. She could tell his penis was hard, and that it had expanded into a full blood-engorged erection that was bursting to get out of his pants and into her. . .
"Stop!" she cried. "Oh, no ... no!" With near superhuman strength, she squirmed away from his grip. "Let's ... calm down, Jack! We can't do it, not here, not now! I'm not some street slut you can ... you can take just like that!"
"I know you're not, Laura," Jack breathed into her ear. Oh, how his cock ached, and his balls were crying out from the pressure of his building cum! "But you are a woman," he said with slow, thick desire. "And someday, somebody is going to get sick and tired of playing your game, and he's going to ram it to you! Well, I want that someone to be me!"
The trembling teacher winced involuntarily at his cruel words. They reminded her of the one night she had been trying so hard to forget for the past ten years ... that night with Sebastian Farquart, her classical music instructor at college. So suave and debonair he'd been! And she, so impressionable and naive, too innocent to recognize what a cold-hearted sadist he truly was. Yes ... that one terrible night at his apartment when she'd been practicing a Chopin Etude--until he had brutally hauled her off the piano stool and torn her long-guarded virginity away from her without regard for her feelings or cries of pain. Yet, after the initial petrifying moments of his assault, his overwhelming lust had been matched by her own urge to be ravished. Stripped naked, she could not bear to look at his own nude genitals, only able to scream and fight back ... but weakly, the pent-up force of her own forbidden desires breaking through the sudden fear of being faced by a male as bestial as her mother had always warned her about. Sebastian had forced Laura to grasp his lust-hardened penis; had made her spread her trembling young legs to accept his huge, engorged cock; and then had pressed his naked hairy weight down upon her so she'd not been able to move.
That same night she had gathered her ripped clothing together and run from his home, sobbing and stumbling tearfully to the nearest police station. That had been the ultimate humiliation, to blurt out her sordid attack, then have those foul men in uniform laugh at her. Laugh! "Come to us with a cockamamie story of rape, will you?" They'd thundered at her. "Come to us about this guy you know getting into your pants ... and now you don't like what happened, eh? Not a mark on you and you were too scared to resist? Well, it's your word against his. Take that kind of case before a judge and he'll throw it out, along with you! Go on, beat it, stop wasting our time, lady ... You probably teased him until he couldn't stand it any longer, that's all. You asked for it. . . ! "
You asked for it! Laura had been raped, and yet the most shameful part about it was that deep down in her heart she feared the cops had pegged her truly. She had wanted it to happen to her, and had actually goaded Sebastian into his fearsome act. For all of her protests and defenses, she was forced to admit that subconsciously she had silently been begging for a massive, swollen cock to fill her hungry, virginal pussy with pain and fire, and feel its rampaging blunt head crush against her defenseless cervix. Her naked music instructor had heaved and surge with sub-human savagery, until he'd cried out and filled her needfully quivering cunt with boiling, seething spurts of virile semen. Mortified, Laura had had to secretly confess that she had adored the entire, luridly vile episode...
Yet Sebastian Farquart had been her last, as well as her first, lover. Lord, how she had slunk off to her home that night, feeling completely despoiled and degraded by men. No matter what her own hidden feelings might have been, that hadn't given Sebastian the right to conquer her in her moment of weakness, or the police to contemptuously dismiss her as some whore trying to make trouble. Brutes! All of them nothing but animals! And worse, after she had somehow gathered the courage to return to school-yes, and even attend that hateful teacher's classes-she had felt herself increasingly bitter toward men, as her mind tried to cover over her own shameful emotions by transferring her guilt and anguish into even greater resentment toward males.
But to her horror, she was unable to shake the vestigial memories of her seduction, erotic recollections of how her pagan, indecent lusts had been unleashed by the man's diabolical assault swelling through her flesh, increasingly taunting her despite her knowledge that what she was feeling was prurient and depraved. The building desire for renewed fulfillment bedeviled her mind during those quiet hours she would study in the privacy of her dormitory room ... and again, in an effort to avoid the immoral implications of her unchained desires, her mind had centered her indecent thoughts more and more on her innocent past, when she'd still been a virgin and her dates had been young immature youths who were too naive and fumbling to pressure her into submission.
Now, with Jack Sears holding her close, Laura harkened back to when she would imagine the leanly tapering bodies of boys half Jack's age ... Yes, her imaginary lovers were strapping adolescents, not older men, because to her inner mind, they were "safe" for her to respond to and enjoy, even though she knew such an attraction was not right. She remembered how so often she would find herself touching her own breasts, the irresistible sensations of desire racing through her veins, causing her to frantically masturbate her swollen pink vagina until she reached a soul-shattering orgasm alone and naked on her bed. Each time Laura had wished that a boy her own age could have been with her, learning how to instigate the sexual passions in her that she would experience under her own finger-fucking manipulations ... and each time, she had always felt ashamed and disgusted afterwards for her wicked fantasies. Over and over she had vowed never to repeat her sinful self-abuses ... only to find herself a victim of the same electric stimulations tingling through her helpless flesh the next time she dreamed of agile nude youths just past their puberty...
And, after graduation, Laura had discovered that her nightmarish troubles were just beginning. In the absence of a satisfying love affair with a man, her lewdly compelling imaginings had grown to the point where she was progressively yearning to put her desires into practice. How ironic that her whole life was geared to teach-to constantly be surrounded by the very objects of her forbidden fantasies! It was almost like sending a fox into a chicken-coop to teach hens how to lay eggs! Still she managed to resist ... Yet still the passions rose inside her body, and still in the loneliness of her bedrooms she would masturbate to relieve her unrequited tensions.
She had spent the last few years this way, miserably fighting off one after another of the eligible bachelors who were fascinated by her lithe, well-rounded figure, unable to come to terms with her ambivalent emotions. In a final desperate attempt to overcome her carnal longings, she had given her notice at the major university where she taught, and had applied for teaching positions in small community colleges far on the other side of the country from her native New York. Of the many job offers she received, she had chosen Redondo in northern California, hoping that out west among the stately redwoods, she would discover peace. Of course, there might be the temptations provided by the local students, but she knew she had no choice. Education was all she knew, and besides, the husky rural youths of a close-knit rural town would be far easier to resist than the sprawling, impersonal and sophisticated multitude of a large urban university. She prayed that once she felt herself cured of her moral corruption, she would be able to return to New York and a more satisfying way of life, but for now, Laura had grasped onto Redondo Junior College's offer like a drug addict might latch onto a hospital stay.
Laura's credentials were impeccable, and even though some people had thought it suspiciously strange for her to have picked such an out-of-the-way place, the school board had felt itself fortunately to have recruited somebody of her high caliber. And so far during this, her first year at Redondo, Laura had been doing everything she could to prove their choice was justified.
If only it weren't for Jack Sears! The handsome, cheerful man had been kind and considerate since they'd first met, and she'd gradually learned to trust him as the school year had progressed. Intuitively she knew he was sincere about wanting to marry her, and it had come as a shock to her to discover that she genuinely cared for him as well. But to care for a man, even to fall in love with him, was not enough in her precarious position. Eventually she might be fully accepted by the town, but for some time yet to come she would still be too new, too "foreign", automatically suspect and questionably young and unmarried. Worse, Jack Sears had quite a reputation as a rake-hell lothario, and was the subject of gadfly rumors about having secretly sired his own nephew. Of all the men on the face of the earth she might have learned to respond to, it had to be the very one who could ruin her carefully constructed reputation! Lord, was there no justice in this world...?
And now, despite the fact that he was exciting the tingling nerves of her body, Laura knew she could never allow herself to feel real, consuming passion for Jack, and thereby commit herself completely to his loving caresses. If only there was some way she could tell him the truth! Yet she was sure that if she ever did confess her morbid secret, it would twist whatever love he held for her into cold, contemptuous hatred. Dear God, what could she do? What was the answer...?
Suddenly her body stiffened, and she was mentally jerked back to the reality of her present situation as Jack began pulling her loins harder than ever against his own. He massaged the soft yielding cheeks of her buttocks from behind once again, his mouth locking down upon hers with a frantic urgency. She heard her breath coming in tiny mewing gasps, and the muscles of her body were as taut as violin strings as they reacted of their own volition to the delicious teasings of his gripping fingers. She clenched her teeth together, resisting the surging emotions of her flesh with all her might, but the pervading fingers of his one hand nipping against her breasts, and the hardness of his penis against her trembling belly, brought further moans of hapless submission from deep in her throat. God, in spite of her past and her fear of the future, Jack was succeeding in arousing her! Maybe there was hope yet ... for she was starting to become excited in the way a healthy female ought to! Perhaps she could become normal and not let her premonitions of masculine betrayal nor her unspeakably sinful reveries of teenaged boys inhibit her natural desires! But all the while, there was a frightening hollowness alive in the pit of her stomach, fighting off the intensity of her response...
"Ohhh, Jack! Please don't do this!" she pleaded, almost close to tears from her conflicting emotions. But the man's hand fondled the tight, cloth-encased cheeks of her buttocks, unaware of the battle which was raging in Laura's mind. Laura struggled harder ... but his kisses burned hotly and his left hand closed teasingly over her throbbing breast, absorbing its voluptuous firm flesh...
"Oh ... Oh ... Oh..." she chanted almost mindlessly now, alive with the forbidden and fearful sensations. His hands, his tongue, his whole enveloping body was enflaming her, and she gasped from the sudden craving which was rapidly overcoming her defenses. And still came the pungent thought that she didn't want to stop him or herself ... that, this time perhaps, she would learn to respond as she should to a man...
The troubled music teacher made no effort toward stopping her hotly aroused boy-friend, as Ms hand traveled tauntingly around her buttocks, down her leg to the hem of her skirt, and then back up underneath it along the trembling satin flesh of her naked thigh ... Then up, up to the narrow leg band of her thin white panties. A panicky shiver raced through Laura's sex-fired mind, barely coherent in her chaotic thoughts ... No ... No, she couldn't let this happen ... But yes! Yes! Oh Lord, his fingers feel so good ... So warm and gentle and good. . .
A low purring of hungered abandonment escaped from the tormented teacher's lips, and her breath came in increasingly heavy spurts, blood surging through her veins. Jack smiled lustfully down at her, and then pressed her sideways along the piano and back against the bench, leaning her over it until she was forced to slide up on its polished mahogany surface and lie back with her legs dangling over its edges.
"YES, LAURA, YES..." he intoned with harsh, panting breath. "We're finally going to make it, you and I ... We're finally going to break down that barrier of yours..."
Gently, the athletic coach pushed her down all the way until her head rested on the top of the bench and her torso was twisting in mounting agitition. She undulated her buttocks with rising passion, as if her body were responding to some mind other than her own, and she raised her arms to Jack in needful supplication. He, in turn, pushed between her legs until he was standing with his hips holding wide her inner thighs, his bulging groin jerking insistently against the panty-covered mound of her sensitive vagina. He leaned far over her, and his searing mouth pressed hard against her pliant lips, while his hands continued to fondle her aching breasts and down along her legs, sliding lower across her inner thighs to brush against the burning, vibrant crevice of her tender pussy as he maneuvered her dress up around her waist.
"JACK ... OHHHH JACK, YOU MUSTN'T..." she moaned over and over. She gasped in unwanted excitement as his fingers insinuated themselves inside the narrow elastic waistband of her panties, and she cringed from his fiery touch upon her naked flesh. In self-defense, her mind tried to preserve the vestiges of her fear and horror, even as her stimulated flesh succumbed with its prurient yearnings. "NO ... NO, YOU MUSTN'T DO THIS TO ME..."
Then the older man, unheeding her weakened pleas for mercy, fingered the softly yielding slit of her swollen cunt, stroking the hair-fringed pussy lips and burrowing lewdly up between them and deep inside. Laura couldn't seem to control herself as she involuntarily raised her hips in helpful deliberations, clenching her secretion-wet thighs tightly together so he could easily slip her moistened panties down ... down over her trembling thighs and slender legs ... down to where they fell on the floor beside the piano. She could feel with obscene delight the coolness of her music room gently caress her naked inner flesh and moistly pink vaginal crevice as her legs parted again in lewd, uncontrolled invitation.
"OH LORD," she panted up into the silence of the room. "LORD, WE MUSTN'T! I ... I'M SO AFRAID!"
"But we must, darling! You know we must, and you want me to touch you between the legs as much as I want to!" Jack Sears groaned with the boiling demands of his hotly hardened penis and sperm-bloated testicles, feverish now to possess the warm, hair-rimmed slit that was slowly and inexorably devouring his fingers up inside. The sight of his girl-friend lying half-naked across her piano bench, with her skirt pushed up around her waist and her bare legs jerking spasmodically on either side of his hips, was making him quiver with unrestrained animal desire. His burgeoning cock surged with small aching pulses in his trousers while he parted the sensitive valley of her cuntal opening with his middle finger and teased the soft, surrounding fringe of dark pubic hair. He heard Laura mewl with spiraling desire from the electrifying shock of his lewd caresses, and watched her as she rotated her naked buttocks around on the bench top when he made ecstatic contact with her throbbing little clitoris.
Oh, all I have to do is lower my pants and plunge straight ahead! Jack thought dazedly as he gazed unhindered at all of her defenselessly exposed pink pussy. His lust-hardened penis would be in direct line with that smooth, coral passage that was begging like a hungry mouth around his sawing fingers! He couldn't recall when the sight of a naked pussy had excited him more! He had to have her! He had to fuck her now or his balls would explode like grenades!
Maddening patterns of indecency continued to consume the sensation-filled music teacher. She could feel the fleshy, hair-fringed lips of her moist cuntal furrow assaulted with Jack's ever-burrowing fingers, and she moaned from deep in her threat as his probing fingertips teased every fiber of her shamefully exposed pussy. She was chagrined and dismayed at the way she was acting, displaying her most private parts in wanton revelry on top of her piano bench, and she was humiliated beyond belief by her loss of control to the athletic coach.
Yet still she undulated her desire-throbbing thighs in helpless response to his impatiently rutting fingers, a moan of self-loathing and indecision bubbling from her tightly clenched lips. She knew in a dazed, subconscious anguish that the sight of her nakedly splayed loins was inflaming Jack with brutal craving, but somehow the forbidden pleasure of being viewed by this rapacious man only increased her unwanted desires. Despairingly she realized there was no escape for her now, and her affection for the older man was only inciting her further. She wanted him! Lord, at last she wanted a man-this man! Ohhhh, how she wanted him! She was fighting a battle with herself that she had desperately been wishing to lose for years...!
Then she heard the short quick hissing sound, and knew it was the unmistakable signal of his pants being unzipped! She could feel that one of his hands was moving away from her body and was struggling to lower his trousers, and she tried to scream in protest ... but her voice froze in her tightly constricted throat. Sprawled ungainly across the piano bench, her legs spread wide on either side of Jack's muscular legs, she could only stare along the valley between her pulsating breasts with tear-wet eyes, and watch as he finally managed to drop his pants around his ankles and wriggle his shorts down over his fleshy hips. Abruptly to her frightened vision came the dreaded sight of his fully exposed loins and his flushed, blood-hardened erection. The heavy shaft of his adult male flesh hovered rigidly from his groin, its blunt purplish glans spearing with lewd menace directly toward her defenselessly cringing vagina, his huge, sperm-swollen scrotum hanging pendulous and sensate at its base.
It was just at that very horrifying instant that her old instructor, Sebastian Farquart, loomed back up in Laura's tormented brain. Her-and not her boyfriend Jack-was standing there leering nakedly down at her, and the face she imagined above her was contorted with that same contemptuous sneer of obscene superiority she remembered from ten year ago. She could feel the thick rubbery cockhead of his swollen penis pressing forward against the naked lips of her wide-splayed cunt, and she knew it was bloated with sensual ecstasy-an ecstasy she was still mortally afraid to accept!
"STOP IT! STOP IT!" the music teacher cried out, thrusting her hands against the piano bench legs in an effort to lift herself, writhing almost deliriously with her last defiant rejection of the man's sexual penetration. "OH GOD, LET ME UP! LET ME GOOO!"
"DAMNIT!" Jack growled back at her. "IT'S TOO LATE TO REFUSE ME NOW, LAURA!" He continued the outrageous rampage of her tender, cowering pussy with his middle finger, teasing the nub of her clitoris as he moved still closer, leaning over to hold her flat to the bench, his mouth trying to close over hers and choke off her cry of protest.
Laura turned her head to evade his face, another scream gurgling up from low in her throat. She stared down over her lewdly supine body, unable to believe that after all these years, she was to be raped again, against her will. But insistently, Jack Sears held his lust-incited penis with his other hand and bore against her pubic mound with evil concentration, guiding his angrily throbbing cockhead right toward the pink-fluted opening of her cunt. It appeared gigantic to Laura, larger than Sebastian Farquart's penis had looked to her when it had ripped away her virginity a decade before. How could she absorb that up inside her belly and. enjoy it? It was impossible, no matter how much she might love the man! She fought Jack savagely, trying to raise her legs so she could lock them together, while at the same time tightening her straining thighs together as hard as she could to deny him entrance to her sensitive vagina.
Jack gritted his teeth and pressed against her with greater determination, groaning: "Goddamnit, Laura! I need you now, right now! I've got to have you, can't you see? Oh, shit, I'm so excited, I'm going to cum, and I want to cum inside you!" He groaned again, skewering her moist hot cuntal furrow faster and deeper with his middle finger, using the rest of his hand to pry her fleshy vaginal lips apart so he could plunge up into her with a single lunge of his poising hips.
Laura was unable to stop her muscular boyfriend from pressing the blood-infused glans of his hard penis against the softness of her dark pubic curls, as he endeavored to hold her pussy crevice wide apart with his hand. He desired nothing more than to shove his palpitating cock deep into her unguarded cunt, she could see that clearly now ... He was no better than all the other men who had lusted after her with their hot pawing hands and thick hairy bodies! She squeezed the muscles of her helpless pussy tighter until the sinews along her inner thighs stood out in aching relief, heaving and bucking against his urgent hardness in her frantic effort to dislodge this hateful rapist's unwanted intrusion, almost hysterical in her terror of being ravished again.
"SHIT, I CAN'T HOLD BACK ANY LONGER!" Jack blurted heatedly. "I'M GOING TO CUM, I TELL YOU, I'M GOING TO CUM!"
"No, Jack!" Laura screamed in demented horror. "I don't want it! Not ever ... ever ... ever!" She could feel the spasmodic throbbing against her tightly pressing inner thighs, and the wetness of his warm seminal fluid oozing in excited droplets onto her firmly protesting vaginal lips. She steeled herself to hold his pressuring cock back from between her desperately clenching pussy slit in a final effort to keep from being fucked against her will. Once inside her, there'd be no stopping him! Then-
Jack groaned out in a low, curdling moan, "LAURA, LAURA, I ... I'M CUMMING! OH DAMNED, I'M CUMMING...! "
Jack Sears suddenly stiffened as he stood between her legs, and his hardened penis began to jump uncontainably against her fear-clenched pussy. The sobbing music teacher could feel a great flood of hot creamy sperm shoot forth across her nakedly rippling belly, up as far as her dress was bunched around her tiny waist, and down to the quivering folds of her struggling cuntal mound. Its obscene heat made her think she was being inundated by a massive flow of lava, and she was only able to stare down in horrified fascination at his cock while it jerked with wave after wave of torrential semen.
At last, his testicles now drained completely empty, Jack Sears staggered from between his whimpering girl friend's naked legs in almost exhausted passion. He looked down at his now rapidly deflating penis as it spewed the final dregs of his cum in a sticky trail across the smooth linoleum of her music room floor. Then, awkwardly trapped by his pants around his ankles, he stooped to pull his shorts back up, wiping the dribbling head of his cock with the soft cotton material. That was all Laura could stand. She rolled over on the bench in shameful silence, unable to face the man further.
"Well, now you see what happens when you prick-tease a man long enough," Jack growled, livid with his own embarrassment. "You're too much of a woman to ignore, Laura, that's the trouble. You're just too damned much of a woman."
Am I? she questioned herself mournfully. No ... Not in the sense Jack means it. If I were truly a woman, I'd be loving him up inside my belly right now, instead of this ... this fear and disgust I feel. . .
"You're made to be loved and touched by a man," Jack went on despairingly, putting his pants back on. "Instead, you're so wrapped up in your music that you think men are worthless. You should climb down off that pedestal sometime and let me give you a good healthy screw, just to show you what you're missing."
At the sound of his obscene suggestion, the mature brunette's face flushed crimson, and she wrenched herself off the bench to stand in quivering indignation before him. No matter what she was-or wasn't-that didn't give him the right to speak to her so crudely!
"You're a brute, Jack Sears, an animal! I don't want to ever see you again!" Hot tears filled her eyes and her hands clenched into fists at her sides. "My body belongs to me, and I've the right to choose my partners, and ... and, at least, I thought I could trust you to honor that! But you're worse than all the rest of you men! At least the others were honest about just wanting to make love to me. You-you pretended to love me, and then you suddenly attack me when my guard is lowered a little. Ohhh, I hate you! I hate you!"
"Why, you cold-cunted prune!" he snapped disdainfully back at her. "I'm beginning to see that tying you down and tearing your clothes off is about the only way any guy will ever end up fucking you!"
Before Laura could sputter out a response, Jack's hand darted forward and cupped one of her firmly jutting breasts. Holding it tightly, he pinched the nipple under her blouse until the tiny nerve-filled bud stood out like a hidden button under the fabric. Too shocked for words, Laura could only make a slight, strangled cry before she broke away from him.
"Get out of here!" she screamed at him. "Get out of my music room, Jack Sears, and get out of my life!"
Sear's mocking laughter rang out through the room. "Someday I'll see to it that we have a little party all our own," she heard his deep masculine voice threaten as he headed for the door. "And mark my words, Laura, you'll thank me for it when it's over!"
"No! No, never!" she shouted after his retreating back. "Never, never, never!"
But then he was gone, and she was alone in the stifling oppressiveness of her music room. "Never," she moaned tearfully to herself and huddled against the piano in trembling misery. Slowly she gathered up her fallen panties from the floor, and then bunching her skirt up around her waist as Jack had done, she spread her thighs slightly and used her panties in a humiliating effort to cleanse herself. She wiped away the wetness of his sperm with them as best she could, and then threw the semen-drenched nylon into the sheet-music compartment underneath the top lid of the bench to shut them out of sight.
"Never," she moaned again to herself as she gathered together the jumbled composition pages on the piano stand. She attempted to concentrate on her notes again, hardly able to read her pencilled lines for the tears blurring her eyes. "Never," she promised once again, but deep down in her hidden soul, a small voice kept calling out:
Yes, Jack ... Yes, try, and maybe I'll become the woman you think I am ... Oh, Lord, I pray I will. . .
CHAPTER THREE
The twelve-year-old girl who was Laura's one o'clock music lesson lived on the other side of Redondo from the college. Thank God for small favors, Laura sighed. Those extra few minutes it took to drive to her house had helped regain a slight margin of self-control. Even so, the dark-haired teacher prayed that her appearance was not too distraught, betraying the frustration and humiliation she was still experiencing from the shocking episode she had just endured with Jack.
The girl had absolutely no sense of rhythm and hated any sort of music other than the Top 40 rock-n-roll tunes, so Laura was able to keep her on the simplest of exercises, her own mind far from concentrating on the familiar routine. When the hour was up, she spoke briefly with the girl's mother and left as quickly as she could, driving to her next lesson ... and then the lesson after that ... But throughout the long afternoon, Laura was unable to shake the lewd memories which filled every inch of her heart and head. Lord, she never wanted to see Jack Sears again, not after what he had tried to do to her. And, even more disturbing, Laura was forced to admit it was her fault as much as his. What had ever possessed her to let that cruel man go as far as he did? She could have broken free before she did, had she truly wanted to. The fact of the matter was that she had been totally entranced by the sadistic, if delicious sensations he had sent coursing through her helplessly trapped body. That is, until ... Oh God, until. . . !
That was the most horrible part of all, frightening the shivering brunette teacher more than all else combined. For her returning nightmare was not so much of his vicious assault, but rather of the dreadful realization that, even if she might love a man, she could still not respond sexually the way she should. In reality, the threat of Jack's penetration had turned her into a violently terrified woman. It was as bad now as it had been ten years ago, but the virilely eager penises of boys half Jack's age were appealing to her sufficiently to drive her insane with lustful desires. Up until now, she'd been able to repress the constantly frustrating experience of being surrounded by handsome youths by hiding her emotions behind a facade of prim, objective teaching, but after what had just occurred, her worst fears had been confirmed. She felt stripped of her defenses, as naked and vulnerable as a newborn baby, and yet she continued driving to homes and giving her instruction, determined to bravely challenge her weaknesses and learn how to somehow conquer them ... before they conquered and ruined her...
Arriving at her four o'clock appointment, she parked in front of a ramshackle frame dwelling in the poorer part of town and walked up to its front door through an uncut, weedy lawn. Her mind was so concentrated on her problems, that it wasn't until she had knocked on the door and was waiting for someone to answer, that it finally dawned on her where she was. This was Marvin and Debby-Sue Sears' home-and she was there to give young Tommy Sears his lesson! Tommy Sears ... Jack's nephew, or was he Jack's son...? No! She told herself adamantly; no, she wouldn't allow herself to think of the immoral question, or the implications it rose to mind. She would regard Tom as merely another of her pupils, that was all and absolutely nothing more! Laura was determined not to behave in any fashion that might cause herself further trouble and anguish today. She would keep Tommy just as she kept Jack and all men from eight to eighty-at a firm, civil distance, out of mind and definitely out of body. It was her only hope! Yet in spite of her best intentions, Laura found she was unable to stop staring at the lithe adolescent as he opened the front door and welcomed her.
"Hi, Miss Bricklin," Tommy Sears greeted her. "C'mon in. I've been practicing for you while I was waiting."
"Oh, how nice," she responded in false heartiness, walking inside the cluttered, dirty house while he closed the door behind her. "How's your mother?"
"She's okay. She's working the second shift at the cannery this week, so she won't be home till late." Tom began leading the way along the short hallway to the basement door, then went down the stairs to the unfinished rumpus room, where the piano was kept. "I guess it's up to me to make dinner these days, what with Ma gone till nine 'n' ten at night."
Following him down to the basement and across to the old, battered upright piano, Laura asked him: "But what about your father, Tommy? Isn't he home to help you out?"
Tom Sears turned and gave her a mirthless grin. "Oh, sure. Usually he's out making calls on customers to sell insurance-or so he says. Evenings are best for selling, y'know, when folks are home and relaxed. But it's also the best time for taverns, too, if you know what I mean. When Dad's home, he's hardly ever hungry, just thirsty, and when he's not that..." Tommy sighed, then gestured toward the ceiling, and the rooms above the basement. " . . .Well, then he's sleeping it off."
"Oh, you poor dear," Laura clucked sympathetically.
"Aw, it ain't so bad. Uncle Jack comes by real often, and takes me out for hamburgers or movies. And anyway, I've got enough homework and baseball practice to keep me more'n occupied." He gave Laura another grin, this one wider and more humorous. "Hell, I don't even have time for girls."
Laura laughed lightly, still studying the boy intently as he sat down on the piano stool. There was certainly something about the youth which kept intriguing her, in spite of her resolve to keep indifferent. Perhaps it was his wavy black hair and his fresh, beardless face. Or maybe it was the slender shape of his maturing body, so apparent under his tight-fitting sports shirt and hip-hugging blue jeans. But it was still more, something she couldn't quite pinpoint at first ... Maybe it was the way his cool dark eyes would shift disconcertingly from her to the piano and then down to the floor. Or the way he would lick his lips as if embarrassed to be alone with her. Maybe it was all these things rolled up into one, and which for some odd reason reminded Laura of something ... or somebody ... Somebody...
Of course! That was it! The eighteen-year-old boy was the spitting image of Jack Sears in every feature, every gesture he made! Seen in this new, critical light, it was blatantly obvious that Tommy was indeed his blood-son, and Laura was convinced now that the whispered stories were all true!
Laura sucked in her breath, trying to control a rapid quickening of her pulse. The longer she surveyed the boy, the more the older woman was disturbed by her new revelation, and the devilish twists of fate which had landed both of them here at this moment in time. In utter torment, she wished she could leave, because just viewing young Tommy was enough to intensify the memories of the shameful happenings with his so-called "uncle" just a few short hours ago. That young miniature of his secret father was like an unconscious teasing of her humiliation and anguish, reviving a wicked ache between her thighs until she was forced to sit down in the tattered, overstuffed sofa that was next to the piano, in order to keep from collapsing where she stood. Leave ... please leave!
"Are you feeling alright, Miss Bricklin?" Tommy asked, straightening up from the stool with concern. "You're not sick or anything, are you?"
"N-no, I'm fine," Laura replied, managing to stand up again weakly, feeling angered at herself for her inexplicable reaction.
"You sure? The flu is sure going through college like wildfire these days. Half the team is out with it, I betcha."
"No, I'm feeling quite well. It was ... it was just a little dizziness for a second, but it's gone now."
She crossed over beside him as he settled back down on the stool and turned to face the piano keyboard. "I've been trying to get that consistency of touch you were talking about last time," he told her, opening the music to Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata. "But it sure is rough on this ratty old piano. Boy, what I'd give to be able to play on a Steinway!"
The melodic strains of the Sonata echoed through the basement as Tommy began to show his music teacher how he'd been practicing. Laura tried overlooking the sour, untuned sounds coming from the tired strings, a part of her mind pleased and gratified by the progress he was making. Yet another part of her mind was still distracted by the physical presence of the boy, and desperately she tried to stifle the strange nervousness she felt growing within her. No ... No, don't, don't do this ... Her own inner chastising was like hearing the ghost of her own voice pleading with Jack! And he had shown her anything but mercy!
Laura had never felt the wicked passion of revenge before, yet as she stood alongside Tommy
Sears now, it occurred to her that she was in a position of paying that bestial man back! But how? To tell the boy that his father was his uncle and his uncle was his father, was nothing he hadn't heard before; it would only demean her in his eyes, Tommy having lived and weathered the malicious gossip since he'd been old enough to comprehend. To confide what Jack had recently done to her would accomplish nothing except hurt the boy and make Jack only angry for a short while if Tommy related what he'd been told by her. No, there had to be a better method, one which would satisfy her and not harm the kid....
An excited tremor suddenly tingled through the music teacher's flesh beneath her soiled clothing. She'd been made to squirm so much by Jack that it would be particularly satisfying to take it out in kind. She had a score to settle with Tom's real father, and what nicer way to do it than to receive pleasure doing it? At that moment, the insane craving to possess Tommy's fresh young body in response to Jack's attempted rape of hers began to fire the older woman beyond any depraved urge she had ever experienced before! To seduce the boy would be the perfect retribution! And the wild flames of erotic stimulation now burning through her loins grew at the notion, pervading her every fiber of her vengeance-seeking mind!
Oh Lord, what am I thinking! Laura gasped involuntarily from the shock of her indecent idea, and she mentally condemned herself for entertaining such a lewd and debasing thought about her youthful pupil. But then, Tommy Sears stopped playing and turned toward her. His eyes looked up, meeting hers and then flicking instantly away, as if in sudden acute embarrassment. Laura's throat turned painfully dry, and she felt her face warm with a rush of blood, which reddened her cheeks and temples. God, it was as if he could read her mind!
"I ... I think that was excellent, Tommy," she faltered, hurriedly attempting to conceal her disconcertion. "Now, how has Rachmaninoff's Prelude in OA Minor been progressing?"
"Well, that's been giving me lots of trouble," Tommy replied in a shaky voice. "Especially the Tempo I section."
'Try it," she said, oddly breathless and chagrined at her peculiar condition. 'The timing in it can be quite tricky."
Tommy stood up and sorted through the music books on top of the piano until he found the right score. He set it on the stand, but for a long moment he remained standing, looking at his music teacher as she continued looking at him. Not a word was spoken. Laura mentally squirmed with uneasiness, increasingly mortified by the way she couldn't seem to break her eyes from his slender, developing torso. Worse, she sensed that Tommy's own gaze was immodestly studying her full-grown, mature body. It was almost as if his eyes were a solid touch upon her womanly flesh, seeming to roam eagerly over her high, taut breasts and the invitingly lush curves of her thighs and legs.
Oh my God, Tommy's even got the lecherous instincts of his true father, Laura groaned inwardly. Or am I merely imagining that he's sexually precocious ... because I WANT him to be?
Nervously, the music teacher squeezed her moistening thighs together as if to protect her pubic area from the teenager's brazen scrutiny. As she did so, Tommy felt his breath freeze in his throat. Crap! Miss Bricklin sure is built, he thought as he gripped the music book. Her thin beige blouse and figure-gripping brown skirt followed every contour of her voluptuous body, especially when she did that kind of wriggle, just like somebody was tickling her fanny with a feather! And those knockers of hers! They stuck out even better than the ones on the coeds at Redondo Junior College, and he bet they didn't droop down like a rock in a sock when her brassiere was off, like his mother's did! Just the mere thought of seeing Miss Bricklin's naked tits made him feel his cock tingling with excitement!
Ever since his Uncle Jack had gotten interested in her and began taking her out on dates, Tommy had harbored a secret desire to see his music teacher naked ... the way he bet Jack was seeing her late on the nights he took her out. Yeah, and just like his playboy uncle, he'd dearly love to show her he was man enough to satisfy her. His penis was nearly raw from beating it off while dreaming of her wanting him ... but he knew deep down that she'd only laugh at him and say he had a dumb crush on her. Jeez, what would a grown-up lady like Miss Bricklin want with an eighteen-year-old boy, when she could have all the man she wanted with Jack? Crap, the more he kept thinking about it, the stiffer his prick became ... it wouldn't go down, no matter how he mentally willed it limp!
For some reason she didn't dare question, Laura glanced down from the boy's open mouth and along his heavily panting chest to the crotch of his jeans. The sight which met her gaze filled her with a renewed passion that both thrilled and terrified her at the same time. Bulging from the vee of his pants, the older woman could see the clear outline of his desire-hardening penis! Dear Lord, young Tommy was getting an erection while he stood looking at her! She could feel the inflamed center of her loins throbbing in violent answer to the sight of his passionate cock beneath his pants, and she deliberately clasped her fingers together from reaching out and touching the entrancing swell. God, what was she allowing to happen to her? She was supposed to become aroused with a man, with Jack, not with a boy almost half her age!
For a split second, she recalled the numerous times she had lain in bed and thought about teenagers like Tommy Sears fucking her, and how she would almost go out of her mind with the obscene idea while she plunged her own inadequate fingers along the wetly greedy furrow of her sensitive pussy. She blushed slightly as guilt flickered through her consciousness, but the perverse thrill of knowing she could raise the youth's sexual passions to such an extent, coupled with the tempting desire to punish Jack Sears and have some depraved fun at the same time, was beginning to be too strong a sensation to resist. She could feel the building tremor of erotic response deep between her inner thighs, and she realized with shame and dread that she was in almost as fevered a state as Jack had been. At this rate, she'd be attacking the darling adolescent, just as Jack Sears had molested her! Lord, she was talking herself into it with every passing second! The consequences of such a lewd, corrupting act were all too clear, even to the highly agitated music teacher's mind, and she once again clenched her legs together to stop the sinful sensations that were pulsing unwanted through her moistening loins.
God, she couldn't let it happen ... just couldn't give in to her unrequited cravings for this obscenely tempting boy! It was begging for disaster, and, after all of the promises she'd made and managed to keep over the last ten years, she just had to fight her urges now!
Yet despite her sincere shame at her own animal lustings, the music teacher felt another tremendous surge of salacious delight charging through her love-starved body at the notion of possessing this eager pupil of hers.
Every nerve in the mature woman's flesh was reacting with wanton need as she and the boy stood but inches apart. The reasonings and promises were proving to be only flimsy barriers before the monstrous demands which were sweeping them aside and overwhelming her will to resist. Every moral and inhibition, even her hopes for a future with Jack Sears or some other eligible man ... everything was melting away in the heat of her unshackled passions.
Tommy Sears was the first to break the spell. "Oh, Miss Bricklin, you sure are beautiful," he whispered longingly.
Laura blushed even more deeply as she heard him voice what his eyes were already expressing so blatantly. But the savage excitement of exhibitionism ran through the corrupting woman's flesh like lightning as she watched the way the boy's eyes were glued to her thinly-covered figure. She suddenly felt torn by the lewd desire to slowly, seductively strip for him right here in the basement, right now, and to hell with Rachmaninoff. Intuitively she knew that Tommy was quite like his father, and wanted her to be naked as much as Jack did, although in his inexperience, he was not as aware as Jack was as to what his body demanded ... except for the subconscious urge to see her breasts, her legs, her buttocks, and most of all, her hair-fringed pussy!
"I guess that was a stupid thing to say," Tommy murmured bashfully, lowering himself to the stool again and concealing his penis-bulging lap with the music book.
"No, no I think that's a wonderful compliment coming from you, dear-heart," Laura heard herself answer, not believing her own ears even as she shivered from the erotic responses seething through her body. "I really do."
"But you are beautiful, Miss Bricklin," Tommy repeated in earnest. "Uncle Jack is always saying you're the most beautiful lady he's ever met, and I believe him!"
"Well, he should know," she said wryly. She could feel the sexual fires of her despoiling hunger spreading upwards to the very nipples of her breasts, hardening them into ripe little plums of excitement as she continued to watch the teenager staring at her. Every moral and inhibition inside her was melting away in the heat of her unshackled passions, every last shred of decency and conscience, every fervent vow to stay away from her students now fading into nothingness. The maddening desires which Jack Sears had kindled into a fever pitch were now furious volcanoes of lust, erupting with white-hot sensations that were enveloping the very core of her soul with the need to finally have her pleasure and pay the cruel man back while doing so. Mournfully she sighed, as if sensing her shameful loss of reasoning, but the urgent pressure to possess this boy was too compelling to deny any longer. Her obscene yearnings had grown too strong, and there was no use even considering stopping them. Lord, there was not the slightest thing she could do to save herself, was there...?
CHAPTER FOUR
The corrupting music teacher took a step back until the calves of her legs were pressed against the front of the sagging old sofa. Then she placed her hands on her hips, rolling them slightly. 'The way you're looking at me," she purred, "you'd think I was naked or something."
"Oh no!" Tommy burst guiltily. "Nothing like that!"
"You can tell me the truth," Laura said, lidding her eyes seductively. "I'm not offended. I'm pleased you like me. Most young men aren't interested in women my age."
"You're not old!"
"We're twelve years apart," she told Tommy. "But I must look okay to you, or ... haven't you seen any naked women before?"
"Well, I ... I've seen my mother a coupla times, but she's not much," Tommy gulped. "And some pictures in those girlie magazines, but that's nothing like it is in real life." He was perplexed now, aware that something was happening he hadn't counted on, something he couldn't quite figure out ... except that it was new and exciting and not the usual thing to expect during a music lesson. He waited in apprehensive fascination to see what this teasing lady would do next, head spinning with confusion and mesmerized by her curvaceously erotic stance.
"But you would like to see a naked woman, wouldn't you?" Laura continued. "A real, live woman all bare and naked?" She was certain she detected a brassy glint of prurient arousal in the teenager's eyes. She knew that Tommy was in an agony of confusion and frustration as she flaunted her body in front of him, but she couldn't have resisted going on if she'd wanted to ... and thinking of what Jack Sears had done to her only made her want to continue more earnestly. She truly wanted his son's slim, virile penis up inside her pussy, and she was going to stop at nothing to obtain it!
"Well, don't you?" she hissed eagerly. "Don't you?"
The red-faced boy wordlessly shook his head no, unable to confess to the indecent desire running through his mind. Yeah ... yeah he wanted to see a naked lady! He wanted to see Miss Bricklin naked, but crap! He couldn't just say so, could he?
"Oh, but I can tell you do!" Laura laughed again softly. "I can tell you do, and you know why you want to see a woman naked? So you can fuck her!" The thrill of hearing herself mouth the forbidden obscenity surged through her flesh, and she trembled with the hot longing for this darling boy. There were no thoughts now except the one blazing desire for the moment when he would plunge his youthful shaft into her cunt and quench her bursting needs.
"So you can fuck her, isn't that right?"
"Shit!" Tommy croaked out before he knew what he was saying. "I mean, yeah! Wow!" His erection was beginning to pulse like a jungle beast in his pants now, and his young mind reeled with shock. Had he heard correctly? But why was his music teacher talking to him like this? Didn't Miss Bricklin know what she was doing to him? Ohhh, crud, he could feel his balls beginning to ache from his jissum now!
"Well...? " she asked breathlessly. "Wouldn't you like to fuck a naked woman-a naked woman like me?"
"Hey, cut it out," Tommy whined. "I can't take much more of this! M-maybe we oughta practice some piano, or-"
"But you want to fuck me, don't you?" The mature woman's voice repeated the lewd entreaties almost hypnotically. "You're a little scared now because it's something new to you, but I'll show you." I'll show you good! had been what Jack
Sears had threatened her, wasn't it? Well, she would do the showing now! "FUCK ME ... JUST SAY YOU WANT TO FUCK ME ... YOU WANT TO FUCK ME..."
Her words droned on, inciting the youth even more than he was already. He knew that what she was obscenely suggesting was wrong, was a sinful temptation ... but crap! He wanted to so much! All he had to do was say the word fuck!
"Ohhh, Miss Bricklin," the eighteen-year-old student whimpered to her salacious teasing. "I ... We..."
"Nobody will know. Just you and me on this nice old couch here, and we'll have a wonderful time together. Nobody will ever know that your nice hard cock was up inside my soft wet cunt..."
Slowly the seducing music teacher began to undress before his bulging eyes. He sat on the stool in frozen wonderment, knowing he shouldn't look or listen to her lewdness, but unable to help himself as he watched her kick off her shoes and begin to slowly unbutton the top of her thin beige blouse.
"You want me to, don't you?" he heard his seductive teacher whisper insistently. "C'mon, Tommy, tell me..."
"Yeah, yeah sure I do," he finally managed to blurt. He stared at her as she slipped each little button out of its hole, wondering what in hell had gotten into Miss Bricklin to be standing before him, taking off her stupid blouse! It was almost as if she was serious about wanting him to screw her, but he couldn't understand why. She was grown-up, going out with Uncle Jack, while he was just a...
At that moment, Laura reached the last button and allowed her blouse to trail open. She shrugged her shoulders, slowly peeling the blouse down off her arms and displaying her swollen brassiere cups, then casually tossed the blouse onto the sofa and began to lower the zipper of her tightly clinging skirt. Tommy felt his cock jump again inside his pants as she let the skirt slide down her legs, her naked belly now fully exposed between the waistband of her white panties and her lacy bra. His erection jerked yet again as she bent over to retrieve her skirt from the floor, and the rounded, panty-covered moons of her buttocks came into tantalizing view. He had an unimpeded view of the narrow nylon strip of her panties as it slipped teasingly into the crevice between her buttocks from the pressure of her bent position, and then remained bunched up in the hollows as she straightened again. He watched with bated breath as the parading woman folded her skirt neatly and draped it over the sofa arm, the cheeks of her buttocks jiggling in temptation as she moved.
Laura faced her enraptured pupil again, smiling warmly as she placed the palms of her hands over her bare-skinned stomach, her fingers splayed across the front of her panties, down as far as the narrow crotch band. She gazed across at him coyly through her eyelashes, making certain that he was catching every motion she made as she sensuously rotated her sinuous hips and thighs for him.
Tommy sat transfixed by her luxuriant beauty, trying not to ogle her breasts, which seemed to swell up like bombshells from the brassiere she was wearing. What the hell, he'd seen girls wearing bikinis during the hot summer months, but somehow this was different! This was Miss Bricklin, a full-grown woman, strutting around in her underwear! A real live honest-to-god grown-up who could have any guy she wanted in Redondo! And she was taking her clothes off and asking him to fuck her! This was one hell of a lot more than what he'd bargained for when he'd decided to take piano lessons from her. It was more than he could handle, and he felt scared! He didn't want to admit it, especially to himself-but crap, he was actually scared!
Laura slowly unhooked her brassiere and dipped forward to release her breasts from their restraining cups. She stood up straight again, the high, smoothly molded mounds of her breasts jutting out and begging to be kissed. She smiled at the boy with her mouth parted, her teeth slightly bared, and the tip of her wet pink tongue barely showing against her upper lip.
"And now for my undies, darling boy," she cooed. "Now to take my undies off so you can see how hot and juicy my pussy is for you..."
She hooked her thumbs under the narrow waistband of her white panties and started rolling the thin nylon fabric down over her hips and thighs. Lower and lower the panties went, until the gaping teenager could see the tufts of his music teacher's cuntal hair peeking above the elastic waistband ... then lower, until at last they slid free and fell into a puddle around her bare feet.
Unashamed, Laura stepped out of the panties and stood totally naked before the pop-eyed Tommy Sears. As she spread her feet on the floor, the moist, petal-like lips of her throbbing vagina were presented to his lusting gaze in utter sacrifice, the dark downy fleece of her pubic curls glistening lewdly in the soft light of the basement lamps. Her legs, long and satiny-smooth, were damp along the inner thighs with flowing secretions of her passion-swollen pussy slit.
"Well, my lover? Is this what you wanted to see? Don't you like to see Miss Bircklin naked for you?"
The youth was rooted to the piano stool, completely enthralled by the absolute brazen sexuality of this older woman standing bare-ass naked in front of him. "G-Gawd almighty!" he finally managed to gasp in a high-pitched squeak. "I never saw nothing like you before!"
Laura chuckled lewdly, basking in the boy's confusion and virile lust. She knew that for all his supposed "experience", he was no match for her now that she had whole-heartedly let herself go and was now after his fresh, unspoiled body. She kept her taunting eyes firmly fastened on him as she cupped her breasts and kneaded them gently with her hands, pushing out the pulsing mounds as if presenting forbidden but delicious gifts of flesh to eat. Then her hands began stroking her belly, moving down until the tips of her manicured nails were barely touching the dewy curls of her pubic hair. Placing thumb and forefinger of her left hand on either side of the soft, gleaming lips of her cunt, she spread them slowly apart, revealing the trembling pink flesh of her vaginal slit to his hungered gaze, gloating with inward satisfaction at the knowledge of exactly how it was affecting him. With her right forefinger she traced downward until she came in contact with her lust-distended clitoris, and she began to lewdly stroke the miniature phallus back and forth until rivulets of sexual arousal trailed down her legs in glistening droplets. While she continued to stroke that tiny little pleasure-bud, she began rubbing the middle finger of her other hand in sensual cadence along the slender valley between her fleshy pussy lips.
"OHHH, TOMMY ... TOMMY ... HOW CAN YOU SIT THERE LIKE A STONE STATUE AND NOT WANT TO FUCK ME? CAN'T YOU SEE HOW HOT FOR YOU I AM? CAN'T YOU SEE I WANT YOUR SWEET HARD COCK INSTEAD OF MY FINGER? OHHH, TELL ME YOU WANT TO FUCK ME. PLEASE TELL ME YOU WANT TO FUCK MMMEEEE...! "
This last lust-filled appeal was couched in the kind of girlish coyness designed to drive the boy wild, and it was too much for the eighteen-year-old. Tommy quivered on the stool, staring at her fingers playing between the folds of her desire-hungry cunt, his penis pulsing maddeningly in his pants from her depraving, wanton masturbation.
"OHHH CRAP! CRAP, YEAH, I WANNA FUCK YOU!" His admission tore from his chest in a strangle cry of youthful passion. "But jeez, Miss Bricklin, you're grown up, and me ... I ain't ... Well, I ain't as big maybe as I'm going to grow-"
"Oh, you're all that I want," Laura purred. She stretched out on the sofa, sprawling with her dark hair spread out over its back and her voluptuously tapered legs spread wide apart in open invitation. "My twat is dripping like a faucet, just thinking of how great you'll feel," she whispered, and thought again of the teenager's secret father, and how maliciously he'd treated her in her own music room at the college. Her hands once more dipped down between her golden-tanned legs to lewdly finger her moist throbbing pussy, as she added pleadingly: "GET NAKED, MY LOVER ... GET NAKED AS I AM SO I CAN SEE THAT WONDERFUL PRICK OF YOURS! SHOW IT TO ME, ALL NICE AND HARD!"
A self-consciousness stole over Tommy for a moment, but then he hesitantly placed the music book aside and began to unbutton his shirt. For a moment, Laura thought he might even take off his pants while still sitting on the stool, but after his shirt was off, he stood up and unbuckled his jeans. A moment later he was wearing only his cotton briefs, and after he took a deep, embarrassed breath, he started rolling them down off his lean hips and firm taut buttocks.
Laura continued to fuck her extended middle finger deep up into the pinkly grasping mouth of her vagina. Uncontrolled sensations of lust burned through her naked belly and loins as her greedy eyes feasted on his virile cock which stood out in eager erection from his muscular groin. Tommy Sears' penis was sizeable enough for a boy his age, smooth and nicely rounded, its purplish glans protruding from the sheath of his tender foreskin from the blood-swelling excitement she knew he was experiencing. Oh Lord, it was so beautiful!
Yes ... here was a cock she didn't have to fear! It was the perfect size and shape to satisfy her!
"OHHH," she mewled delightedly. "I KNOW IT'S GOING TO FEEL SO SWEET, FUCKING DEEP INSIDE MY CUNT! OH, OHHHHHHH, COME HERE, TOMMY! HURRY! HURRY!"
With a small, tormented cry, the teenaged pupil flung himself onto the couch, Laura reaching out her arms to twine him tightly into the cradle of her welcoming body. She shivered at the realization that she was as much a slave as he was to the surges of hot longing now racing through her mature woman's flesh, no thought now in her mind except the excited anticipation of the moment when he would plunge his youthful penis deep up inside her starving pussy. She felt his straining hardness jab anxiously into the soft, sensitive flesh of her upper thigh, and moaning, she twisted her hips impatiently up against his grinding loins, until finally his desire-hard penis slipped over to rest full length along the moist tender slit of her swollen vagina. The rounded head of his boyish erection pulsed tauntingly between her up-thrust thighs, insinuating itself up and down her passion-drenched cuntal furrow until he planted his hard, bloated cockhead just inside the pinkly quivering hole of her pussy.
The excited teenager pressed forward tentatively, and his teacher's eyes closed in ecstasy as she felt the first soft electrical contact of his penis against the sensitive edging of her vaginal orifice. "YES, DARLING ... FUCK ME NOW..." she pleaded breathlessly as she felt Tommy pressure against her tight unused opening. Then she gasped in wanton delight as she felt his blunt glans slide in past the moist warm lips of her cunt and move upwards along the constricted walls of her inner vaginal tract, filling her more beautifully and completely than she would have ever believed possible.
Above her, Tommy Sears was lost in the frenzy of his first sexual experience with a real, full-grown woman, and his once innocent face twisted into a contorted expression of raw bestial lust as he looked down at his music teacher spread depravedly beneath him on the couch. He pressed forward with a little cry of triumph, his muscular weight smashing her rounded breasts back against her chest as he thrust his lean young cock deep up into her welcoming cunt like a hard driving piston. He could feel the soft moist folds of her cunt parting in rippling velvet-like waves before his lustful onslaught, the tender flesh of her pussy gripping his slender penis far tighter than any teenage coed's twat he'd ever fucked. The boy groaned in rapture as he felt his aching testicles swing down against the cheeks of her tightly clenching ass, and the blunt head of his rigid cock pried harshly against the cushiony resistance of her cervix.
"OHHH, YESSSS!" his nakedly impaled teacher cooed in delight as she kicked her legs out in the air and locked them up around his tense young thighs. The thrill of being sexually satisfied by this handsome son of the man who had soiled her sent chills coursing up her spine, and the inner muscles of her vagina tightened around his licentiously skewering penis as she pulled him deeper into her love-starved belly. For one disenchanting moment she wondered how she must look, a thirty-year-old woman with her legs and arms wrapped firmly around her young pupil's body, her desperately straining pussy swallowing his strong boyish penis up into her yearning loins. But as she felt Tommy being flicking his hips up and down and thrust his hardness further up into her, she abandoned the last of her fears and guilt. She gasped for breath at the mind-shattering sensations of his hard virile erection plunging arousedly deep into her needing cunt, and she ground her buttocks up and down in the most provocative manner she knew how. She wanted him to cum, to shoot his fresh young sperm far up inside her thristily sucking pussy and fill her as she had never allowed herself to be filled before! This afternoon she and this wonderful boy would explore together all the delights she had been foolishly avoiding for so long!
Tommy Sears began pumping with long, hard strokes up between his teacher's openly splayed thighs now, withdrawing the blood-filled head of his cock until just its tip was inside her hotly pulsing cunt, and then driving forward into her streaming passage until his tight young balls were battering her quivering bottom. Laura moaned as her moistly dilating pussy was plundered time and time again, her womb flaring open to receive all the fresh virility of this rapacious adolescent. Her hands snaked down along his lean, rippling back, her nails clawing a red-streaked path from his shoulders to his rhythmically flexing buttocks. She pulled the boy deep and hard into her, shamelessly thrusting her loins up to skewer herself on his driving member. The passion-heated secretions of her hungrily milking vagina were flowing to the point where she could hear a lewd wet sluicing sound every time he fucked his desire-inflamed hardness in and out of her. Her back arched desperately off the squeaking sofa, her feet firmly planted around his knees as she bucked frantically against his lean pistoning body.
She couldn't let it stop! She never wanted it to stop!
"OHHH, TOMMY, TOMMY DARLING, YES! YESSS...! "
"Yes what?" Tommy panted over his piano teacher.
"FUCK ME, BOY! FUCK MMEEEEE...! "
The sounds of their deeply straining groans and the creaky squeals of the old protesting couch filled the basement room as the two nakedly-entwined bodies struggled hotly together. Laura's flesh matched her teenage pupil's pounding lunges with tempestuous thrashings, for she was one with the boy now, and he was driving her insane! The sound of their sweat-soaked bodies slapping sharply against each other mingled with the wet viscous sucking noise of Tommy's slender penis fucking in and out of his mature teacher's clenching vagina...
. . .And lost as they were in their licentious wildness, they failed to hear the soft, surreptitious opening of the basement door. Nor did they glimpse the tall muscular figure of Marvin Sears stepping down the stairs. A shocked expression split his rugged, drink-bleary features as he realizing what was taking place in full view on the couch below. Shit! Look at the way they're screwing! I knew Jack must be tearing off some of that music teacher ... but not young Tommy too!
Jack Sear's older brother squatted on the upper steps with his legs spread apart, his breath smelling of whiskey, panting slightly as he continued to watch them rutting obscenely. He was a heavy-chested man with long, darkish hair that was shaggy around the neck of his tee-shirt. His face was wide-eyed and bleached with surprise, round in a fleshy sort of way and showing signs of early dissipation despite being under forty years of age. He had spent the majority of his life avoiding any sort of labor, ever since he'd beaten the daylights out of his faithless wife and discovered how he'd been tricked and cheated by her and his brother. It was not unexpected, therefore, that he found Jack's latest girl friend a frustrating experience to deal with. Laura Bricklin, genius musician! Well, she sure had a sense of rhythm, and he sure had an instrument between his legs he wanted her to play a tune on! After all the round-heeled women-including his own wife-which his brother had laid, this new entry was a challenging mixture of spice and coldness ... or so he had thought until now, this very moment. Until now, he had considered it as only justice if he could have fucked her ragged and spoiled her for his brother, just like Jack had betrayed his trust and then left him holding the bag.
Yet for all his vengeful hunger to thrust his fat cock deep into the tight warm cuntal slit of Laura Bricklin, Marve Sears had always shied away from trying, convinced that she would only reject him if he did. It was more than just the old adage about not fooling around with another's girl-it was that he could sense a certain reserve about the woman, a barrier just below her friendly surface that would turn to an ice-cold wall of resentment should he suddenly force any lewd demands on her. That, and the fact that if his brother ever found out, Jack would whip the living tar out of him and probably withdraw his support from the insurance agency. Yet there was no use denying it-to bed that snooty broad would be worth mounting her panties on the wall as a trophy, as well as mounting her! And now, he could see, the chances for doing that had suddenly greatly increased...
Just minutes before, Marvin had been awakened by their noises, and rubbing the sleep from his eyes, his first impression had been that he'd been dreaming. He often had nightmares if he'd been drinking enough, and that afternoon he'd returned from a "Luncheon business engagement" at the local tavern stoned to the gills. As was his habit, he'd been sleeping it off before he went out on his evening rounds, but then the sounds had disrupted him, becoming louder and jarring him to full attention.
Something was wrong in the house! Other muffled noises were echoing up from the basement as well, odd pleadings and moans that made him sit up in bed, listening intently. He glanced at the dial of his bedside clock radio and saw that it was just before five ... he'd been asleep only a few hours since he'd staggered home. Probably Tommy didn't even know he was back, since the boy didn't get home from college until after three as a rule, but what on earth was that illegitimate brat he got stuck with doing down in the basement to be causing such a ruckus? Was he hurt, really hurt bad? Or was it something else, like perhaps a burglar having broken in...?
Marvin slipped out from between the covers and hurriedly put on a bathrobe over his naked body. Then, stumbling from his dim bedroom, he padded down the hall to the basement door, where he paused to press his ear to the heavy paneling to see if he could determine what the sounds were. Unmistakably came the weird noises of movement and sighs through the closed door, and he thought he could hear occasional whimpering, but he couldn't be sure. Marve silently turned the knob and opened the door carefully, tiptoeing in his bare feet down the dirty steps until he could view the basement below him. He scanned the room, his eyes adjusting to the brighter lights-and then he reared back in startlement, sucking in his breath.
It was Jack's haughty girlfriend, Miss Bricklin-and Tommy was nakedly riding the daylights out of her on top!
Marve could see the boy's slender penis disappearing and reappearing with each eager thrust and withdrawal he made into his delirious music teacher's cunt. Laura's legs were folded up around his driving young buttocks, her ankles locked tightly behind his lean thighs, pulling him into her with all her strength. Marvin could see the muscles standing out on her inner thighs as she struggled like a crazed nymphomaniac to get more of the teenager's virile erection deep up inside her nakedly writhing belly. He could see the swollen pink edges of her vagina clasping tightly around it like a hungry child nibbling voraciously on an all-day candy stick, and could even make out the thinly parted pubic hairs grazing teasingly against the narrow sperm-filled ridge that ran the full underside of Tommy's cock to the taut sac of his lust-bloated testicles.
The sight mesmerized the drunken man into immobility. He almost let out an infuriated growl, but managed to choke it back, still not believing the lewd unnatural orgy that was unfolding on the old couch. He'd seen plenty of women getting fucked before, and had participated in gang-bangs and adulterous affairs over the years he'd been married to Debby-Sue ... but this was different! His vain male ego was stung by the idea that Jack's holier-than-thou girlfriend would prefer screwing a kid when he was available to satisfy her itch. And yet, though his anger at not being Laura's lover continued to rankle him, he found the sordid scene strangely fascinating. He knew he should break in and tear them apart, or to turn away and leave them to their wild love-making ... but that, whatever, he shouldn't just stoop there on the steps like a voyeur and watch. But dammit, who wouldn't want to watch?
Marvin found himself trembling nervously as he remained in open-mouthed awe, viewing the naked bodies of his son-by-proxie and the girl friend of the boy's true father writhing in wild abandonment. He had never witnessed such an exhibition of sheer, unabashed passion, and it was getting to him! He could feel his penis hardening under the bathrobe in empathetic response to the sight of the couple rutting so obscenely on the sofa, and sensed ripples of arousal coming up from his flabby loins as he sighted the brunette teacher's legs quivering straight up in the air and then wrapping back again around her student's loins. Her hands slid slowly down his gleaming young body and cupped his naked white buttocks with a savage strength that cut thin red welts into his tender flesh. She squeezed the lean, rounded cheeks together, then spread the sinewy buttocks and pulled the boy gluttonously up into her. That Laura Bricklin was sure one hot bitch! Marvin thought incredulously. If he'd known how she turned on before this, he'd have banged her goddamned toenails off long ago!
The erotically stimulated man sensed his cock was now in full erection, hardening against the front of his bathrobe and wetting the wool material with its warmly seeping seminal fluid. His breath began to seethe in heated short gasps as he continued to watch bug-eyed, his eyes locked frantically on her desire-swollen cunt as it devoured the whole of Tommy's virilely plunging cock. Marvin could hear the loud slap of belly against naked belly resounding like summer thunder through the basement room, and could see small rivulets of perspiration streaming down over their joining bodies as they ground still faster together. Fiery sperm boiled in his lust-distended scrotum as Marvin contemplated the feel of his aching cock sliding up into Laura Bricklin's fleshy vaginal crevice in place of the boy's spearing penis. Shit! It hardly seemed fair for Tommy to be enjoying it all!
Quickly, silently, his eyes never once leaving the enciting sight of the pair on the sofa, Marvin opened the front of his robe to ease the pressure on his desire-hard cock. He let the robe spread wide' and his massive blood-rigid penis jutted like an iron rod from his groin. He began to stroke its shaft lightly, pulling the heavy foreskin back over the hard rubbery glans, letting his volcanic cum build and build in his pulsating testicles as he heard a low, unearthly moan coming from the teacher's contorted face, and saw her buttocks slow their wild scramble momentarily to begin small, spasmodic jerking up against the slender cock which was sunk so deeply up inside her vagina. Ahhh, Marvin thought, his own prick would fit so nicely in there instead, would work its way so perfectly into the wet, brunette-haired slit of her pussy flesh ... Ahhh, his cock was entering Laura now, he kept on dreaming through a heated daze of arousal ... Yessss, it was slowly slithering into the warm, throbbing sheath of hot cuntal flesh...
Still masturbating his heavy, blood-pulsing cock in long, deliberately tantalizing strokes, Marvin Sears stared with bulging eyes at the abandoned couple, his mind whirling dementedly with a new realization: Son of a bitch, they're ready to cum...!
Below on the old sofa, Laura could sense Tommy's youthful hardness beginning to flex and pulse, and it took a moment for the inexperienced woman to realize that the boy was preparing to climax. The thought of his warm, fresh semen shooting up into her hungrily clasping cunt filled her with delight, and her hands pulled his buttocks still harder down on top of her wide-splayed thighs. She could feel her own long-awaited orgasm coming on with the force of a tidal wave, and she undulated her buttocks sensually from side to side, screwing her spasming pussy up and down on his lust-pounding cock as hard and fast as she could.
"OH ... OH, TOMMY, I ... I'M GOING TO CUM, YOU DARLING LOVER!" Laura's breathless mewling rose to a strangled whine as her naked body stiffened and vibrated beneath her teenage student. Then, with a rush that took her breath away, Tommy's erupting sperm spurted deeply up into the older woman's widely-dilating pussy, mixing deliciously with the heated secretions of her own insanely gripping climax. Laura's mind spun deliriously as she felt the hot youthful seed flowing from the head of the boy's cock and flooding her cunt to overflowing, the long-starved walls of her pussy clenching and spasming around his slender driving shaft and desperately milking it of its every last drop. Their mingling juices rushed wetly back out of her cock-split vaginal crevice and rivuleted down over her cuntal lips and into the gently tensing valley of her buttocks, washing over his testicles and around the base of his pumping cock, to pool in a creamy stain on the worn fabric of the sofa below...
Crouched on the stairs above them, Marvin pressed his lips tightly together to keep from groaning, his own thick hard erection shooting out spurting wads of cum as his imagination and hand combined to allow him to enjoy the bursting sensations of release. His throbbing penis spewed his thick discharge down the steps and against the wall, splatters of heavy sperm rolling down in long, slow trails to the baseboard. Shit on a stick, he sighed silently to himself; just too damn much fucking going on...! He flipped the last of his semen from the tip of his deflating penis, momentarily relieved, but still envious of his "son" for enjoying the delicacy of Laura Bricklin's naked flesh.
After a short moment, while he collected his wits about him again, the heavy-set man softly crept back up the stairs to the door so that he wouldn't be spotted by the couple below.
Yeah, Marvin thought as he straightened and shut the door; yeah, it was time for him to move on so that his prurient spying would remain a secret from them both. But he was not through, not by a long shot! He walked back to his bedroom, filled with the contented thought of those long, slim legs wrapped around his hard prick as he fucked into Laura Bricklin's cunt ... fucked into her like little Tommy never could, and like Jack had evidently not been able to either ... fucked into her within an inch of her child-molesting life! Shit, by the time he got finished with that wild music teacher, he'd show her what sex was all about! She'd never forget Marvin Sear's cock as long as she lived ... and in the process, by God, he'd finally pay his younger brother back for having banged up Debby-Sue and dumping a bastard brat on him eighteen years ago...!
"And I'm also thinking," he said softly to himself as he crawled back into his bed, "that tomorrow is the best day to do-it! The sooner the better, while Tommy's screwing is still fresh in Laura's memory!" Then, closing his eyes, he drifted back into a dreamless sleep, a sly, sensual grin etched on his face from the wicked plans he had in mind...
. . .While in the basement below, young Tommy Sears fell exhaustedly over his music teacher's glistening torso. Laura lay in quivering stillness as well, with her legs collapsed on either side of his lean, trembling form, and her nerves swamped insensate by the excess of hot virile sperm that so utterly filled her belly. She had to admit that she felt a glow of satisfaction and a new sense of adventure in her immoral conquest of Jack Sears' young son ... but gradually an aftermath of shame and disgust began to filter through her slowly awakening mind. With growing misery, the naked music teacher lay sprawled out in her lewd position on the loose-sprung sofa, watching Tommy's dark eyes flash with yearning delight over her nude body. The horrible realization that she may have corrupted his life forever by this moment of weakness made her moan with increased self-loathing. No matter what Tommy's real father had done to her; no matter how much she'd always had this festering desire for student lovers; no matter how much each of them had wanted the other and been physically satiated by their union-no matter what the reason or excuse, it didn't justify her leading him astray! Lord, what a perverting and degenerate woman she'd just been to him!
"Gee, Miss Bricklin," she heard her pupil sigh above her, "this sure beats practicing the piano all to hell! When can we do it again?"
'There. ... there won't be another time, Tommy," Laura managed to answer, faltering for the proper words. "Not ever."
"W-Why? Wasn't it any fun for you? Don't you like me any more?"
"Oh God, oh God," his music teacher whimpered, clutching his lithe naked body tightly to her and kissing the crown of his head. "Of course I like you, Tommy, more than ever, and it was the most lovely thing that ever happened to me."
'Then crap, why not again?"
"It's wrong ... so sinfully wrong," she murmured tearfully, feeling warm salty droplets trickling from her blurring eyes. "Ohhh, I don't know, Tommy. I don't know anything any more! We ... we better get dressed now. I'm already terribly late for my next lesson, and I don't want anybody to start worrying about me, and wondering where I am. And please, Tommy, above all I don't want to talk about it any more."
"Okay, Miss Bricklin," the boy replied sadly. He fondly kissed her tears away, his smooth beardless cheek against hers like the caress of a baby's skin. "Only ... wait a minute, will you? Let me lie here like this just a minute longer, inside you so nice. Will you?"
"Yes, darling lover..." Laura sighed mournfully, cooing softly as she rubbed the back of his head with one hand and tucked him firmly into the cradle of her loins. It felt so good with him on top of her, feeling his rapidly beating heart pumping in his hairless young chest. She began to feel a deep despair, a mental agony born of her resolve that what she'd allowed must never, never occur again ... and the wretched fear that perhaps it was too late for her already, and her momentary weakness would prove to have been the beginning of her eventual ruination...
CHAPTER FIVE
Through sheer self-control that Laura Bricklin had never known she possessed, she painfully lasted through her final piano lesson, feeling as if she were nothing more than a fleshy robot going through the motions of her profession in ritualistic numbness. Eventually, after what seemed an eternity, the miserably haunted music teacher was able to call it a day and drive home to her rented cottage in the west hills suburb near the Redondo college campus.
Entering her small, well-kept home, she feared she would go insane from the tormenting guilt she bore, and she yearned for something to help deaden the screaming nerve ends in her mind. She had to have some sort of respite!
She hurried over to a formica-topped cabinet where she kept her limited liquor supply, and locating an almost full bottle of vin rose wine, poured herself a glass. She drained it in almost a single gulp, the pungent alcohol swilling down her throat and making her cough for air. Her empty stomach recoiled, seeming about to rebel, and then settled again and the wine stayed down. Laura poured against from the bottle, drank again, feeling a warm dizziness gradually take hold of her body. Some of the awful pressure seemed to finally abate under the renewed onslaught of the opiate wine, and a kind of steady lethargy returned to the humiliated music teacher.
Taking the bottle and glass into the bedroom, Laura shut the door and leaned against it, biting down hard on her lower lip in an effort to block out the thoughts that were still seeping through her mind. She felt tears welling in her eyes, but blinked them back, suddenly experiencing an irrational desire to purge herself, to cleanse her mind and body of all the traces of shameful debauchery with young Tommy Sears ... yes, and of her brutal run-in with his father, Jack, as well. Bent on taking a shower as quickly as she could, she went to her dresser, staggering once, but she wasn't sure whether that was from the effects of the wine or the whirling torment that was still managing to filter up from her anguished soul. Then in feverish haste, she stripped off her soiled clothes, throwing them in a loose pile into a far corner.
But the reflection in the dresser mirror caught her eyes, and for a long moment she stared mournfully at her mature, voluptuous body. Just as always, she sobbed to herself, as she saw her naked flesh appear exactly as it had that morning. Nobody could ever guess that she'd nearly been raped and then had crazily molested an innocent student ... and as she continued to view her image with rapt fixation, she could almost perceive a face, Tommy's face, as another foggy reflection in the glass. She knew it was only her drunken mind playing tricks on her, but she could almost feel imaginary hands caressing and squeezing her naked flesh ... she could almost hear her own craving voice pleading for more ... more of ... of sex!
Sex-only a word to her before, a notion of physical contact that had subconsciously repelled her. But this afternoon she had learned the meaning and passion which lay behind that word. But it had not been with a man. No, it had been with an inexperienced young eighteen-year-old who had unchained these strange new longings in her body...
It was too bad she would have to return to her dependence on masturbation, with nothing but the memory of this wild day to excite her. Just the remembrance of the handsome youth was sufficient to send little tingles of pleasure through her now, making her nipples harden and distend before her very eyes. But no, she had already gone too far ... and in another respect, she had come too close. She must not let herself dwell on darling Tommy Sears, for if anything happened like that again, she might wind up on the couch with him again! And Laura was determined more than ever not to let such a disaster strike twice.
With trembling fingers, she located the wine bottle and poured yet another drink. Some of the liquor spilled down in a thin pink rivulet between her nakedly quivering breasts as she raised the glass to her lips and drank deeply. Once more she refilled her glass, and emptying it as she had the others, stood swaying on the bedroom rug and waiting for the impact of the heady wine to soothe her wounded conscience.
The frantically consumed alcohol spread through her tortured system, numbing her fingers and lips, and belatedly she realized that she was in no condition to navigate the way to the bathroom now. Dimly she was aware that she had to crawl into bed before the quickly-downed wine hit her full force and caused her to pass out. Unsteadily, Laura groped from the dresser to her large double bed in the center of the room. She fumbled along the wall for support until she reached the bed, then collapsed on the covers without being able to push them back and slide between the sheets. She was asleep-comatose-within a matter of minutes, lying nakedly sprawled with her head cradled on the soft down pillow...
. . .Early the following morning, long before Laura awoke from her drunken stupor, Jack Sears was sitting in a tavern on the other side of town, drinking beer and wishing he wasn't. Just his damn-fool luck that he'd fall in love with a dedicated woman who frustrated him at every turn. He'd wanted Laura Bricklin almost from the first time they'd met, his loins firing with sexual needs every moment they were together. With an experienced man's instinct for such things, he still felt she was attracted to him, even after the rather selfish way he'd tried to get into her panties in her music room yesterday. Damn, he'd been an idiot then! Not that he was particularly sorry for having nearly screwed her against her will, but right when she'd given up fighting him, he'd gone and blown his cum all over her twat. What a hell of a thing to have happen! He wanted to lodge his hard cock up inside that tender pussy of hers all the more for his debacle, having been so close and failed, only inciting him further.
Jack alternated from clenching his beer glass as his penis ached with pent-up desires, and drinking the beer in an attempt to quench the passion which stirred each time he thought of the illusive woman he loved. Morose and feeling self-pity, he banged the glass down on the counter and barked for a refill, his obnoxious actions causing the bartender to turn toward him with a frown. But after a morning of drinking, Jack didn't give a hang about the bartender or going to work at the college, but only about the lewd, throbbing pain in his cock and his avid lust for the slim-waisted, taut-breasted brunette who had so far frustrated his every move.
Suddenly a voice broke into his maudlin reverie. "Well, if it ain't my fine, upstanding brother."
Startled, Jack swiveled around on his bar stool and stared at Marvin Sears, who was coming toward him across the dimly-lit, almost empty lounge. "Hey, Marve, what're you doing here?"
'That's a dumb question coming from you, Jack," the older Sears replied blithely, climbing on the stool alongside Jack and ordering a shot of bourbon. "Why do I always come to a watering trough-to drink, of course. You're the one who keeps telling me that, and to stay away, stay sober, and all the rest of that bullshit." He chuckled, pleased by Jack's obvious drunkenness and look of discomfort at meeting him here, and even more delighted at this stroke of good fortune.
Initially, Marvin had gotten up early that morning to drive over to Jack's apartment before Jack left for his coaching job at Redondo. For once it hadn't been difficult to rise before ten-thirty or eleven o'clock, his enthusiasm for beginning his insidious idea having been a driving force for him since he'd awakened. But for some inexplicable reason, Jack had not been at home, and as Marvin had left the apartment house, he had felt cheated once again. Even though it was far too late to act the innocent and outraged parent, he nonetheless smarted with righteous indignation, and had headed for the closest tavern for a quick pick-me-up, feeling irascible and frustrated at being forced to postpone his plan to fuck that seducing bitch while fucking up his brother for having impregnated his wife.
And by sheer luck, he walked in on Jack deep in his cups, and obviously primed for the first stage of the cruel plot. What Marvin had in mind was nothing short of a fitting retribution for the shameless pair, a double punishment befitting their crimes ... and now, sipping his whiskey and smirking lewdly with his smoldering emotions, he eyed his younger brother and blandly asked him: "But what are you doing here, Jack? Don't tell me my oh-so-proper, always lecturing brother has fallen off his wagon."
"Yeah, well don't rub it in," Jack answered sourly. "I ... Well, if you have to know, I've been thinking about Laura."
"Leave it to you to be thinking, while others are doing," Marvin retorted sarcastically. "Your precious girlfriend has been quite a busy beaver."
"Busy beaver? That's a dirty crack if I ever heard one! Take that back before I ram this beer mug down your throat."
"Hah!" Marvin snorted, refusing to back down. "I calls 'em as I sees 'em, and take my word for it, you're being shafted by that broad. And you know who with? With Tommy, that's who."
"What the blazes do you mean by that?" Jack snapped, sensing an irrational anger rising from the perverse suggestion.
"Just what I said," Marvin said derisively. "I watched them, watched them with my own two eyes yesterday, banging away to beat hell on that old couch in my basement."
"B-banging away? You mean they were...? "
"Your jaw has fallen into your beer, Jack," Marvin sneered with a gloating grin. "Yeah, I mean they were buck naked and humping, in the goddamndest music lesson I've ever seen."
Buck naked and humping ... For some reason that crude phrase burned deeper into Jack Sears brain than any clinical description could have. He felt as if he'd been hit over the head with a baseball bat, and Ms breath knocked totally out of his lungs. Damned ... was it possible? Laura ... fucking one of her pupils ... Laura, his Laura ... fucking Tommy, his Tommy! And doing that after she'd refused him!
"It ... seems impossible," Jack gasped, his eyes round and very wide. "Are you sure you weren't boiled out of your mind and hallucinating the whole thing?"
"C'mon over and sniff the cushions, if you want," Marvin replied smugly. 'There's a stain of Tommy's cum on that sofa that won't be dry for days, I bet.
"Incredible!" Jack's insides churned with the obscenity of the notion, but it was too wild a story for even Marvin to have the nerve to make up, and staring directly into his older brother's eyes, he could read that the truth was being told.
"Well, I'm sorry I rapped at you so hard just now," Marvin added with false apology. "I mean, I didn't know if you were in on it or not, seeing as you're her boyfriend. It's obvious, though, that you're as shocked as I was."
'That bitch!" Jack blurted unreasoningly.
"Yeah, a brass-plated bitch," Marvin agreed heartily.
'That fuckin' bitch!" In normal circumstances, Jack would have been angry for finding out that his girl had been fooling around with other guys. But this went beyond that, far beyond that! Laura had not only lied to him with all her phony baloney about keeping her honor, but she'd been screwing around behind his back with his own true son! Next thing he knew, a kennel owner would be here saying she'd raped his dog pack! By damned, she'd made an ass out of him! And no one dared do that to Jackson Sears without facing the most terrible of penalties!
"So now we know what she really is," Marvin said in a curt, gruff voice. "Which brings us around to what're we going to do about it? I mean, she's made you look stupid, and well, it was my kid she molested, right?"
"My kid, Marve, we both know that."
"Well, alright, then our kid. I've been raising him like he was my own, haven't I?" His doughy face twisted into a lewd grin. "Now, the way I figure it, it's too late to protect Tommy. He's getting to that age anyway, and a good fuck never hurt nobody no how. But we can't just let Laura get away with it. She's got to be taught a lesson, right? And if you ask me, Jack, the best way we can get back at her is to punish her with a hot dose of her own medicine. What do you think?"
Jack Sears drew himself up in all his fury, his eyes blazing with hatred and pain. "Me?" he snarled at his brother. "You're asking me what I think? She worked me over more than she did you, her and her bullshit about dedication to music and her need for respectability! Me?" he repeated heatedly. 'There's no doubt in my mind what needs to be done!"
Unsteadily he got off the stool, not caring about the prominent bulge in front of his pants, or the slight seepage of seminal fluid which had made a telltale wet ring on the material. "I don't mind admitting I've got a pecker hard as a stone wall," he growled. "It's been aching to bury itself in that lying slut's tight hole for far too fuckin' long!"
'That's the spirit!" Marvin enthused, inwardly gloating at the pain and suffering that was so evident on his brother's features. "Where're you going? Over to her place?"
"Naw ... She's probably left for school by now, and's conscientiously making some snot-nosed student play Chopsticks for her on the piano. Hmmm. ... Maybe not, Marvin, maybe not ... It's still pretty early for classes to start. She's liable to be alone in the music room. All by her goddamn fuckin' lonesome!"
With a gleam in his drunken eye, Jack flipped some bills and change noisily on the bar, then staggered out into the morning sunlight, heading toward his car with that earnest expression of a souse trying to appear sober. "Well, dammit, Marvin, c'mon and haul ass!" he rasped over his shoulder at his gleefully chuckling brother. "Let's go give that prick-teasing floozy something she'll remember when she's old and gray...! "
. . .The mid-morning weather was warm and fragrant, with a cloudless blue sky and faint rustling breeze that made you feel glad you were alive. But the tormented music teacher, Laura Bricklin, would have preferred the morning to have been dark and foreboding with clouds of rain.
Then it would have matched the mood in her heart, for she was chilled by a blanket of icy remembrances of the night before.
It was five after ten before Laura awoke to find herself naked and exposed on her own bed. She knew she could never make it to class on time, but she wasn't sure she wanted to go to school at all, terrified at the thought of facing her young pupils again with, she was sure, her disgrace as evident as the sun itself. She writhed miserably on her bed, her eyes puddling briefly, but she refused to allow herself to cry. There was a time for crying and then there was a time for facing up to what she had done. There was no sticking her head into a hole and playing the ostrich, no matter how much she wished she could. Life went on, and would continue to go on all around her, and somehow, she must rise up and move with it.
On rubbery legs, she walked from the bed to the bathroom and took a quick shower, then returned in a thick pink woolen dress that buttoned from her waist to her throat, helping to conceal her betraying body as much as was possible. She drove her car speedily from her house, a thick lump clutching at her throat from her reluctance to go anywhere near the college, and she prayed that she'd be kept busy enough to forget what had happened ... though intuitively she feared that nothing would help.
Yet Laura's inherently strong will hoped that in time there would be nothing except a minor scar to remind her of the disgusting incident which preyed on her thoughts. Lord, if only she hadn't surrendered to her own licentious passions, which had come out of nowhere to take command of her senses! If only she hadn't seduced young Tommy Sears in a pique of revenge yesterday afternoon! If only she'd been a stronger person inside and not allowed the strange persistent urges to blind her! II only! She had only herself to blame and it was like crying over spilt milk. It had happened, and there was no use denying it. . .
The troubled music teacher whipped her car into the faculty parking lot of the college and slid it to a stop in the space reserved for her. Then she started for the closest entrance, which would lead her directly to her office and the music room, staggering slightly while she walked as she was compelled to admit that she was weak with emotion. She was a woman like any other, a slave to her flesh, and it frightened Laura to consider that, to know she could never be sure she could trust herself again. According to her mother and the moral code she'd been following up until yesterday, women were unblemished by animal lust and above the crudities of loutish men; now she could no longer claim to be that kind of person. She was painfully aware of her suddenly unleashed cravings that she had denied and repressed for so long, and of how they had been awakened into an ungovernable force that was threatening to overtake her life from here on in. Dear God, would she ever be safe from failing again?
She must try! She must try and she must win, if ever she were to lead a wholesome life again. She would not repeat her obscene seductions, no matter how enticing her students became. She would learn to control her traitorous emotions, and would salvage what scraps of self-respect she could muster ... she must, for her own sanity!
The corridor was empty as she hurried toward her music room. Almost too quiet, she thought, a strange tingle of apprehension dogging her steps. Nervously, she inserted the key in the lock of her office door, snapping the latch back and turning the handle.
Just as she opened the door, there was a scuffling sound in the shadowed hall on her left. Before she could turn around to see what it was, a thick burly arm suddenly shoved her forcefully into her office, causing her to stumble and almost fall to her knees. She caught her balance and swung around, just in time to see two hulking men diving after her and slamming the door-two men she immediately recognized.
"W-What is this?" she stammered. "What are you doing?"
"Just a little social call, Laura," Marvin Sears said maliciously.
"But we wanted to make sure you invited us in," Jack added with a sneer. "You know me, of course. And surely you recall Marve, Tommy's father?" he added in a liquid voice that seemed to carry an undercurrent of malice. "You remember Tommy...."
In swiftly mounting confusion, Laura glanced from one to the other of the luridly contorted faces, a series of frightening thoughts beginning to race through her mind. This was no social call ... they'd forced their way into her office after hiding down the hall! Lord, why were they here? Had they found out anything...?
"Lock the door," Jack snapped at his brother, and Marvin opened the office door just a crack to remove the key from the outside lock where Laura had left it. Then he shut the door again, twisting the key securely in the latch before dropping it in his pants pocket.
'There," Marvin said with a hint of smugness. "We're all alone, Laura. Just us guys and you. Cozy, ain't it?"
"But ... But why?" she gasped.
"Because we've decided to sign up for some lessons," Jack leered derisively. 'The special private kind you like to give."
Laura felt her face flush instantly at the vile sound of his words, stiffening at the obscene implications beneath them.
"Now, if you say you don't give nothing but piano lessons," Marvin taunted her, "We could always get Tommy in here to tell about the lesson you gave him yesterday afternoon."
"W-What? What did you say?"
"Don't act so damned shocked, Laura," Jack spat harshly. "Or didn't you know that Marve here saw you with the kid?"
"No! No!" Laura choked, swerving to stare petrified at Marvin. "You didn't did you? You couldn't have! No!"
"Damn right, I did," Marvin snapped in reply. "I was standing right at the head of the basement steps, only you and Tommy were screwing your butts off so much, I could have walked right up to you and shot off a cannon, and you wouldn't have stopped!"
The trapped music teacher shuddered violently, backing away from the men a step at a time into her music room, her knees feeling like jelly and her face draining of the blood she'd blushed a moment before. Dear Lord, there was no mistake! She couldn't believe it, but they knew! Her worst fears had been realized!
Her initial surprise was giving away to the first stages of panic, and as she looked at the two men, tiny sensations of dread flitted through her stomach. She stared imploringly at Jack Sears, the man who loved her and should, of the pair, protect her. But his features were anything but sympathetic and compassionate, even more savage that his brother's countenance. He was a stranger now, his face twisted into lines of ruthlessness, and if there had been any question in Laura's mind, the slightest doubt why he and Marvin had bulled their way in, his expression vanished it from her mind.
"Please ... please listen to me," she whimpered, her words sounding pathetic and useless even to her own ears. "Let me explain..."
"What's the matter, darling?" Jack taunted cruelly. "You all shook up because we discovered you like boys better than men? Now, I wouldn't worry about that if I were you."
"We're not going to tell the cops on you," Marvin continued. "Not if you're nice to us, that is..."
Laura's belly knotted and convulsed as if it had turned inside out. She had gotten their meaning, all right; it was obvious what being "nice" meant in terms of what they wanted to do to her. Vivid memories of Jack's long, thick penis sliding along her inner thighs in his attempt to penetrate her cringing pussy yesterday came flooding back to mind. Momentarily she feared she would faint dead away right there in her music room, and she cowered fearfully as the two men stepped toward her like snarling beasts circling their prey.
In a final desperate bid to escape, Laura leaped for the music room door. In her mindless frenzy, it didn't occur to her that it was as locked as her office door, and had been ever since she'd left school yesterday afternoon. Nor did she pause to think that if she refused to submit to Their obscene whims, they could ensnare her into a still more disastrous situation of exposure and ruin. All her hysterical brain could see was the horrifying picture of two brutal males forcing her to surrender to their lewd demands in the name of punishment and vengeance. Her loins would be their helpless toy to be abused in their rapacious quest for satisfaction ... satisfaction that would only cease when they had purged their hateful sperm deep inside her defenseless belly, and had abandoned her, a husk condemned beyond hope or recovery...!
"NOOOO!" she screamed crazily as she fought them. "NO, I WON'T LET YOU!"
CHAPTER SIX
Laura Bricklin's resistance was short-lived, a foregone conclusion from the beginning. She tried to burst through the men like a quarterback through a defensive line of tacklers, her eyes rolling uncontrollably in her head and her legs wavering as if supporting a weight ten times her size. Marvin Sears moved to block her path of escape, and as she tried to elude him and pass, Jack flung himself at his fleeing girlfriend, covering the short distance between them in a single leap. He grabbed her arm, catching the sleeve of her pink woolen dress and, whirling her around, holding her fast in an iron embrace.
"LET ME GO! JACK, I BEG YOU, LET ME GOOOO!" she shrieked, tears now flowing in torrents from her stricken eyes. "OH, DON'T DO THIS TO ME!"
"Why, Laura, you're upset over nothing," Jack said, pretending to pacify her. "Now, you just remember how nice it felt when I got you all hot and bothered yesterday afternoon..."
"Let's help her a bit," Marvin said, moving forward to confront the brunette teacher where she stood in his brother's inflexible grip. He caught the front of her dress with one calloused hand, and with a savage yank, ripped it open all the way down to her waist, popping off the buttons like machine-gun shells.
"Yeah," he wheezed in a throaty whisper. "And now for the rest of this kid-fucker's clothes!"
Laura closed her eyes tightly as she felt the humiliation of the older man's hands groping over her defenseless flesh, stripping the dress down her writhing hips and thighs to fall to the music room floor. Unable to move in Jack's rigid arms, she was peeled like a store dummy being skinned of the latest fashion, and all she could manage was to shake her head and clench her teeth together as Marvin took each cup of her brassiere in his hands and tore it away in a single fell swoop. A wave of nausea flowed through her as her firm, full breasts suddenly burst free like ripe succulent melons, their tiny dark nipples hardening defensively from the abrupt exposure. Her white panties came next, Marvin drawing the thin nylon material down around her fear-clenched thighs, lifting each of her quivering legs in order to slide them off her feet along with her shoes. Then the ruttish man stood back and stared at the voluptuous woman he'd just stripped naked, his eyes bulging appreciatively and his breath sucking between his teeth.
"Wow!" he choked. "She's even more luscious than she looked yesterday in the basement. Just lamp them titties!"
"And that hot snatch of hers!" Jack added in a lustful hiss. "Hell, this time it ain't going to get away from me! This time it's going to chew on my prick, whether it wants to or not!"
Marvin Sears chuckled grossly at his brother's lewd and contemptuous remarks. "You're some bitch, all right, Laura ... but no longer a baby-raping bitch. Jack hit it right on the head-before we're through with you, your're going to get enough cock inside you to last a lifetime ... only man-sized cock, bitch, no more of this kid-stuff for you!"
Laura struggled weakly for another moment as their vile obscenities seared like lightning through her brain, but her struggles were in vain. They forced her down on the cold linoleum floor, wrestling her until she lay with arms and legs askew, looking up at them in terrified shame. Then her breath caught, hitching in her throat as sh watched Jack lean over her, his big hand reaching down between her tightly clenched legs toward her defenseless genitals.
"OPEN 'EM, LAURA!" he commanded cruelly "OPEN 'EM WIDE FOR US!"
Laura was too frightened to disobey, and slowly she splayed her trembling white thighs apart to the two men's avid inspection, revealing her slightly parted vaginal slit to their leering, salacious eyes She gasped painfully as Marvin dug into her vulnerable pussy with one thick middle finger, thrusting it right up into her unprepared cunt to the palm of his merciless hand and routing the sensitive pink flesh without regard for the agony it caused her.
"AUGGGGG! PLEASE ... PLEASE DON'T!' the naked woman pleaded, clasping his muscular wrist in her small hands and pressing her buttocks down against the floor to escape his torturous invasion. "GOD, IT HURTS! OH, IT HURTS SO MUCH!"
"Can't understand why, Laura," Jack sniggered his handsome face twisted in a licentious grin as he eagerly watched his brother drubbing in between his girl friend's tender pussy lips. "Marve's finger certainly isn't bigger than Tommy's prick, is it' And you took all Tommy had, and loved it, right?"
She was a delicious slut! He couldn't blame his son for giving into her. The kid had taste alright ... just like his old man did! Damn, he was really going to enjoy this, once he got into her...
"C'mon, Marve, let's not fool around any longer," he roared, pulling at his clothes. He didn't take his eyes from her piteously submissive body sprawled naked below him as he stripped his pants and shirt off.
Marvin laughed then, withdrawing his obscenely violating finger and straightening up boastfully. "Yeah," he agreed. 'That's a great idea. Who's going to be first?"
"I am," Jack snarled venomously, glaring at Laura's exposed loins. "I've waited longer than you, and she owes me a personal debt that's going to get paid off right now-and with plenty of interest attached, too!"
Laura sighed in relief from the pain after Marvin had jerked his stubby finger out of her pain-torn vagina. But she continued to lie there as if petrified, watching the men undress above her, frozen by the sadism in Jack Sear's words. Their inherent depravity seemed to prod a little quiver of perverse excitement in her groin, but again she thought of how her boy friend-her ex-boyfriend!-wanted only to crush and humiliate her, and the beginning desire vanished from her mind. The hate-filled mauling of her body by the father whose son she'd seduced, and by his brother who'd raised the boy as his own, was terrible enough to consider...
But it would be just retribution for being the sinful woman she knew she was ... and retribution is never kind! Yet to lie beneath the man she'd thought had loved her as nothing more than a fleshy receptacle for her lewdly gushing semen was a thousand times more degrading! If ever she'd hoped to respond passionately to Jack, she knew it was beyond her dreams now. She'd submit because she had to, but only in tormenting anguish.
Abruptly, Jack dropped his shorts and stood naked, his hard erection stretching out menacingly from his hairy loins. Laura stared at it in tearful awe, for it appeared to her now much longer and thicker than it had when he'd displayed it yesterday. In his present state of wild arousal, he was monstrous!
"Like it, bitch?" Jack leered vulgarly when he caught her stare fixed upon it. 'Think of it as Tommy's, after a few more years."
"Yeah," Marvin chimed in, unleashing his own huge shaft of swelling cock. "And take a gander at mine. Believe you me, I've won a few blue ribbons with it in my day, and if giving head is your forte, then my bone is one that'll fill you full of happiness! Ain't you just swooning with pleasure to hear that?"
Laura trembled and moaned in uncontained misery, their foul and loathsome threat having an unwanted effect on her naked body that she could not understand. Dear Lord, even as the sight of their virulent penises was sending chills of horrified apprehension rippling through her, she was also feeling tiny mysterious sparks of fascinated excitement she could not believe! She was beyond redemption! There was little question that she was going to receive her comeuppance in the most repugnant, detestible manner imaginable ... yet in some curious, unfathomable way, she seemed to be anticipating it ... !
And then Jack Sears was slipping down on the hard waxed floor beside her and wrapping his arms around her naked body, pulling her firmly to him. They lay pressed together, his rigid cock lewdly insinuated all the way through her soft inner thighs between the crevice of her fear-tautened buttocks. He moved his loins hungrily against her pelvis, and then she felt his hardened male shaft taunting through the cringing pink lips of her vagina. The immediate contact of his warm blunt cockhead against the sensitive flesh of her cuntal passage instigated teasing sensations unwantingly through her bloodstream.
"Nooooo," the music teacher moaned in confusion, as waves of shame and fear pulsed hotly through her mind. "No, Jack, I implore you, don't do this to me..."
She sobbed uncontrollably, trying to press her thighs together and deny him entrance to her trembling belly as she had the day before. But she was lying stretched on her side, her shimmering white buttocks a quivering spectacle that only urged the naked man on stronger, and he clutched her straining ass-cheeks in one hand, forcing them up closer to his searching groin. His anger-erected penis slid up along her tender hair-fringed pussy slit, inserting itself in the moist flesh between her swelling cunt lips and sliding up to tease her involuntarily hardening clitoris. Her unconscious mind rebelled against the wild twisting and grinding motions of Jack's hips, but the small lewd stabs of pleasure he was producing with his sliding cock seemed to kindle a masochistic fire within her reluctant loins.
"Bend your leg," Jack commanded breathlessly. "Raise it up and then hook your leg over my ass, so I can screw you sideways!"
"I ... I WON'T!" she gasped out in defiance, but her voice lacked conviction and strength. The determined athletic coach brought his hand down hard against Laura's trembling bottom with a smack that echoed through the music room, Laura's scream coming a moment later. "AGGGG!" she cried, and whimpered against the searing sensation that cut her to the quick.
"OHHH, THAT SMARTED!"
"When I say do something, do it!" he snarled.
She hesitated a second longer, then slowly drew her leg up and snaked it around his arching flanks as he'd ordered. She knew she would eventually give in to him anyway, and there was nothing left now for her but shamefully obscene surrender.
'That's it, bitch," Jack hissed in her ear. He reached his hand down between their naked bellies and grasped his pulsating cock, moving it up to the tiny elastic opening of her recoiling pussy. He watched with gleaming eyes as the quaking music teacher's mouth opened and closed fish-like in her torment, and then he flicked forward, driving his vengeful penis hard through the warm soft folds of her vagina, feeling the lips close unwillingly over the rounded glans of his cock. He humped his buttocks, sensing all of the frustration and bitterness he'd built up toward this prideful woman surge with his erection into the fleshy grotto between her anguished thighs.
Laura winced as she felt the lips around her throbbing cunt forced apart, their taut snugness giving way beneath the harsh, masculine invasion. The agony shattered her for a long moment, and then she endeavored to mechanically resist, whining in a throaty wail: "OHHHH, GOD! GOD! YOU'RE TEARING ME APART!"
Jack Sears reveled in that. He was elated to hear this naked woman he had loved painfully cry out to him, and he thrust again, harder, listening intently for her deeper whines. She was nothing but a hypocritical liar, lording over him with her snotty musical arrogance, while secretly practicing all the perversions in the book with her students. He wanted to feel her squirming against him, broken of spirit and needing a man, needing him! That would be the ultimate punishment; this proud independent slut who had acted so horrified at being fucked by his cock, suddenly turning into a soft feminine animal without control or resistance, overpowered with the lust to be fucked until she couldn't move. The idea raced through Jack's loins like an electric probe, and suddenly he wanted to hear her scream for him!
He rammed into her belly with everything he had, sinking his lust-inflated penis all the way to its hilt into her fearfully cowering vagina. He felt his semen-bloated testicles slap resoundingly against her twitching inner thighs as she ground her squirming buttocks against his hand that once more hand them squeezed imprisoned in its grip. She screamed!
"ARRGGGG!! JACK! JACK! NOOOOO!" she howled, her naked body pinned helplessly against him as if impaled by a stake. With her every jerk the rampaging plunge of the handsome man's penis seemed to burrow deeper and deeper into her cunt.
"NOOOOOOOO...! "
But Jack was in no mood to give her an ounce of respite. He immediately began a harsh, revolving motion with his pelvis between her thighs, grinding his cock tightly into her trapped pussy and expanding the hesitant walls of her cunt beyond all endurance.
Laura could sense the muscles of his powerful buttocks flexing as he began a painful sawing movement in and out of her moist, wide-stretched vaginal orifice, always building toward more urgent thrusts, until he was surging spitefully from the apex of his withdrawal and battering her tortured loins back hard against his gripping fingers. She was positive that her body was being ripped down the middle and she would be rent in half from this giant wedge of masculine flesh that was rupturing her belly! The searing, invading hardness felt as though it would burst into her throat from below! Its bloated head pumped harder and faster against her tender cervix, rocking her hips and thighs against his taloned hand on her bottom with an insane, merciless passion ... But then, again came an irrational measure of masochistic sensuality trickling up from her agonized vagina without reason, and she tossed her head back and forth, clenching her eyes shut to the sight of his brother Marvin leering down at her from above.
Marvin Sears watched in hypnotized fascination, I lewdly stroking his massive erection above Laura's head as he stared at Jack ramming into her obscenely stretched pussy with a rash brutality. Shit, it was the absolute lewdest fuckin' sight he'd ever witnessed! He had to get his share or blow his frigged wad right here on the spot!
"Move your head aside a little, brother Jack," he called out. "I'm a-coming home to roost!"
"Easy there, Marve, you'll get your turn," Jack managed in a choking voice. "Don't get greedy. You can take her next!"
"Next, hell! We'll sandwich her between us!"
"Oh damned!" Jack blurted in awe-struck lechery. "You mean have her suck you off while I'm fucking her?"
"Why not? We want her to remember this, don't we?" With that, Marvin slipped down beside the helplessly mewling teacher, positioning himself so that one of his knees was against Laura's breasts, and his other was pressing the shoulder blades of her back. Supporting himself on all-fours, he had an unrestricted view of his erstwhile son's seducer lying like a limp, full-sized doll upon the rhythmically reaming shaft of his younger brother's penis. Her head was pinched between his muscular thighs, and he could feel her moistly trembling lips brush against the hair of his legs as she moaned witlessly at the debasing ravishment of her tender genitals. Then, panting hoarsely, Marvin reached down between his legs and grabbed his rigid cock, rubbing its spongy glans lightly against her cheek.
"SUCK IT, BITCH," he demanded lewdly. "SUCK MY GODDAMNED PRICK, AND BE QUICK ABOUT IT!"
Laura craned her head in dazed and tearful anguish. "NO, NOT THAT TOOO...! '! she cried out in her torment, shuddering at the lurid sight of the cruel man's blood-swollen cock. Her stomach heaved at the depraved idea of sucking on its fat, gleaming shaft until its mushroom-rounded glans spit pungent male seed down her throat. She had always abhorred such a perverted act, considering the kissing of genitals a form of pagan degeneracy far more base and wicked than simple sexual intercourse, and the very notion of doing it to this loathsome man now while she was being forcibly raped by his brother, made her reflexively gag and almost vomit.
But Marvin Sears pinned her harshly with his legs, his flabby buttocks pushing down insistently into her immobile face. "Listen, you kid molester," he snarled angrily at her. "You suck me and suck me good ... or else the school board and the cops are going to hear how you screwed my kid yesterday, understand?"
Laura limply ceased her useless resistance, her original loathing evolving into a sense of total defeat. And Jack, seeing the situation, assaulted her vaginal hole with a sudden, especially potent lunge, and despite her instinctual revulsion, Laura had to open her mouth to gasp out the explosion which he abruptly caused in her body. The older brother plunged his wildly pulsating penis all the way in, right down to her throat.
Laura gagged as his thick fleshy shaft filled her cheeks, her wetly ovaled lips brushing the wiry hairs of his groin, his pendulous scrotum slapping against her chin as she fought desperately for breath. On his first out-stroke, Marvin allowed her to fill her lungs with air, then his hot pummeling hardness was lodged back into her mouth again ... then again ... then again...
Oh God help me ... Laura groaned insanely to herself as the two brothers began to pummel her helplessly trapped body between them. She hesitated in responding, but the insidious threats that the blackmailing men had made to her, and the sordid defenselessness of her agonizing position, only served to perversely arouse tendrils of debasing sensations. To take this heartless brute's noxious penis and suck on it like he wanted her to, only accentuated the horrid situation she had created for herself, and it was an act of punishment that only signified her agony and shame to the obscene outrages that Jack was forcing upon her hideously stretched vagina. She could taste Marvin's masculinity and feel every repugnant inch of his mature erection as he slid it in and out of her saliva-filled mouth, its hot stubby shaft pressing down against her tongue in an increasingly erotic tempo. Timorously, she tried swirling her tongue around its bloated glans as he arched his thick loins against her face, and inwardly cringed as she heard him groan loudly with lecherous delight.
"YEAH, OH YEAH...! YEAH, YOU LOVE A MAN'S PRICK, NOW THAT YOU FINALLY TASTED ONE. GO AHEAD, BITCH, TIGHTEN YOUR MOUTH AROUND IT AND SUCK HARDER!"
Yes, yes, she would suck his loathsome cock now, and suck him off as best she could; the lewd thought drummed like an echoing voice of doom through her tortured mind. She'd show both these loutish beasts that she could please them, and if they wanted her to suck, then she'd suck, and if they wanted her to fuck, then she'd fuck ... fuck and suck to end it all, the repellant joy of being treated like some diseased gutter whore permeating her skewered flesh with a slowly rising yearning for more. There had never been a wreaking of vengeance on one woman as these two men were inflicting on her! They were buffeting her between them with every intention of using her brow-beaten body as a human disposal for their angry, lust-filled cum. And she did not deserve any better treatment!
An unfathomable weird sensation seeped over her ragged nerves as the shuddering contemplation of her miserable plight sparked pangs of masochistic churnings in her belly. Against her will, a low and wanton moan escaped from her lips as they firmly encircled Marvin's pumping cock, and almost unconsciously she began undulating her lush buttocks and squeezing her cuntal muscles around Jack's hard, penetrating shaft skewering rhythmically into her loins. She tried to resist the responsive hunger that was no longer imperceptible, but was rapidly building to pervade her consciousness; but the hapless music teacher found that she was increasingly wanting to exploit her groveling subjugation to its limit, to saturate herself with the forbidden ecstasy she was being forced to accept from the twin cocks impaling her between them.
To her fascinated horror, Laura discovered that she was involuntarily sucking on the penis drilling her mouth with a greedy voraciousness. Her cheeks were hollowing and bloating with a will of their own, licentiously delighting in the exploration of the pounding male shaft as her tongue licked feverishly at its swollen cockhead. She twisted and squirmed until she was able to free one hand sufficiently to reach his dangling scrotum, and she cupped the testicles warmly, beginning to caress and milk them with an instinctive knowing gentleness.
Simultaneously, Laura felt her hips were moving in concert against Jack Sear's thrusting cock, humping forward on their own volition to absorb all of his mighty penis up into her wetly dilating cunt. All sense of reluctance or moral decency dissipated from her mind in the swiftly overtaking sensations that were consuming her. Nothing registered any longer but the savage hard cocks fucking her cunt and mouth, and she began to rock abandonedly to their delightful punishment, pleading to be hurt by them, to be ripped apart and defiled by the man in her pussy and the man skewering her raw, puffed lips.
"OHHH, FUCK ME HARDER!" she crooned up around the penis surging between her teeth. "RAPE ME! RAPE ME AND FILL ME WITH YOUR GODDAMN CUM, YOU BASTARDS...! "
Neither of the brothers needed further encouragement. Together they rammed repeatedly into the writhing music teacher caught between them, all three naked persons searching for that final crest of orgasm...
Yes ... yes ... Laura sensed Marvin Sear's penis abruptly swelling between her lips, and she tugged at it wetly with her milking mouth. It burst, then, as he cursed her vilely, gushing forth thick streams of pungent sperm into her throat. She clasped her lips in a tight band around his ejaculating shaft, wanting to siphon it empty, to hurt and punish him for the galling humiliation he and Jack were forcing her to enjoy. It seemed to go on forever, until at last his massive penis gave one last shuddery spurt and ceased. Marvin fell away from her then, his shrinking cock slithering uselessly from her still nibbling lips, thin strings of his viscid white semen stretching from their swollen softness to his flaccid glans.
"OHHHH ... YES, GOD YES...! Laura began to chant hoarsely in perverse desire, reacting to each lunge in her lust-enraged vagina. Furiously Jack Sears fucked, punishing her mercilessly for rejecting him, and she returned in wantonness every stoke he delivered into her ravished cunt. "NOW!" she wailed. "PLEASE ... CUM IN ME NOWWW! I ... I'M CUMMMMINGGGG!"
Jack Sears began to mouth obscenities, and at the same moment Laura felt the thick boiling liquid of his climax shooting deep up into her pussy, her own orgasm struck her. Delicious spasms of carnal delight rocketed through her, and she could feel each contraction of his hard, spewing erection as it jerked out its angry seed up into her convulsively spasming belly. Her own orgasmic secretions blended and puddled with his in the confines of her flooded vagina, an almost frantic charge of blissful debauchery overwhelming her ... And then, it was over.
For a long while their heavy breathing filled the music room. Finally Jack Sears rolled from beside her, his deflated penis slipping from her raped and ravaged cunt with a lewd moist sucking sound. Laura flopped on her back, lying sprawled on the linoleum floor in a dazed supine position with her legs spread exhaustedly and her swollen pink vaginal slit wet and glistening in the dim light of the room.
Slowly her head turned to survey the two crudely leering men. Their victory had been complete. They had conquered her with a vengeance. She felt none of the terror as she had at the beginning, only that she was soiled and defeated, the knowledge that her flesh had again betrayed her like a blight which would stain her soul forever. There wasn't much left in her world now, and she realized that she had truly enjoyed the raping retribution of her sins ... that she had passed the point of no return.
"I'm going to fuck her now," Marvin Sears declared heatedly. His cock was already throbbing with resurgent power, pulsing long and hard like a wild-spirited animal. He grabbed Laura's unresisting legs behind the knees, and thrust them roughly back against his shoulders, slithering up along her sweat-soaked body to lean down over her. His rigidly palpitating penis teased against the sperm-wet curls of her pubic hair, and he splayed his hands beside either of her shoulders and forced her legs back until her ankles were locked behind his neck. He gaped down between their naked bodies and saw the music teacher's uptilted cuntal furrow visibly throbbing its lips anxiously, the wet pink crevice held wide apart by the pressure of his thighs wedged tightly against hers.
"Now for the second lesson, kid-fucker," he grinned down at her in lewd contempt.
A faint smile played across Laura's flushed mouth, and in a soft sweet whisper she answered: "Screw me, go ahead, screw me, big man. But your son was better..."
"Arg!" Marvin snarled in anger, and drove forward with a grunt, impaling her again on a thick meaty shaft of adult male flesh. Laura groaned in justified submission and tightened her legs around his neck, arching her semen-coated buttocks upward and grinding her skewered loins against his rutting pelvis.
Yes, she'd take them ... take all they wanted. She had nothing to lose; there was no more damage they could do to her, nothing more they could ruin or destroy ... She contracted the muscles of her ravaged cunt around the huge mauling penis, and began a slow rhythmic undulation of her upturned hips that seemed to last forever and ever. There was no longer reality for her, just the pleasure and groans drifting down from the sweating male body crushing her back into the cold, waxed floor of her music room...
CHAPTER SEVEN
The ponderous bulk of young Biff Burns came running down the grass strip between the main college building and the gymnasium. "Hey fellahs," he yelled to the two boys waiting for him. "Hey, I ain't got to take no piano class today! I can come practice muh batting with the team, now!"
Frank Russell's thin face lit up happily. "No lie?"
"Straight shit," Biff said, panting from his run. "Muh sister Norma jus' told me in the hall. She 'n Jenny are getting ready to split for town."
The third boy, Tommy Sears, bounced a baseball back and forth in the outfielder's glove he was wearing on his hand, his quick tosses indicating his puzzlement. "Man, that doesn't sound right. How come?"
"Well, Norma wants to buy some make-up, and Jenny-"
"Not that," Tommy interrupted, impatient at the stupidity of their baseball team's top hitter. "I mean, Biff, why isn't there going to be any piano classes today?"
"I dunno," Biff shrugged. "All I understand is that she's home, and called in that she wasn't coming in tomorrow, neither."
"She's ... home?" Tommy gasped, blanking a sickly white, and totally ignorant of what his two "fathers" had done to his music teacher earlier that morning, he had the sudden fearful premonition that it was his actions which were at fault. "I hurt her," he blurted unthinkingly. "Crap, I really must've hurt her."
"What the hell are you honking about?" Frank asked, frowning. He was the team's star pitcher, not as hot a slugger as Biff, but sharp in the brain department, and one who prided himself in always knowing all the angles. "C'mon, hurt who?"
"Miss Bricklin! I mean, the way she was writhing and moaning around yesterday, I was afraid then I'd done something bad to her. I guess I really did. Shit, if I've bunged her up somehow, I'll never forgive myself."
"Miz Bricklin?" Biff Burns blinked his eyes slowly, his thick brain working hard to follow his team-mate's conversation. "I don't getcha. You ain't done nuthin' to her."
"Yes, I have," Tommy moaned, beginning to quiver. "I sure as hell did, Biff. I must've, and she's not even ratting on me, either. She's one fine lady, she is."
"Writhing and moaning," Frank sneered. "Ain't that a hot one. Just you tell me how you got her writhing and moaning."
"Like I said, it was yesterday, yesterday afternoon," Johnny explained, wiping a shaky arm across his forehead. "She came over to my house to give me my piano lesson, y'know, like she does every week. Only this time she took off her clothes and-"
"Ha, ha," Frank cut in cynically. "Next think you'll be telling us is that you was fucking her."
"I was!" Tommy snapped back. "I really was!"
"Right. Straight on, superdick. A sweetass like Miss Bricklin would grind your pecker clean off, so don't try to crap us. Only hole you've gotten into is Morgan's pet cow."
"Listen, it's the truth." Tommy was red in the face now, his words tumbling out before he had a chance to think of what he was saying. "She took off her clothes real slow, like she was a stripper, and then I stripped down naked too. Before I know what's happening, we're on that old sofa down in my basement, kissing and hugging, and my dork is sliding up her like greased lightning. She moans and groans and begs me to go harder. Fuck me, she kept saying. Fuck me, fuck me!"
"Wow!" Biff panted. "Miz Bricklin ever tell me that, I'd cram her clean to her eyeballs, I would!"
"Why the hell she go pick a kid like you?"
"I can't figure that part out either, Frank," Tommy admitted.
"Maybe she was just real horny then."
"Or maybe," Frank said slowly, an evil gleam beginning to twinkle in his eyes, "or maybe she just plain-likes getting it off with her students, instead of men closer to her own age..."
Tommy didn't seem to hear him, lost as he was in his troubles. "What should I do, you guys?"
"Send her a get-well card," Biff suggested.
"You turd," Frank sneered at the oafish boy. 'That's the dumbest thing I've ever heard you say. Naw, Tommy, you got this all wrong."
"Whatcha mean?"
"Well, look. She can't be hurt, or she'd be in the hospital. She's home because she's ashamed to see you again, on account you spreading lies about her."
"Lies?" Tommy's distraught mind angered defensively. "I fucked her, Frank, I ain't lyin about that, I swear!"
"Yeah? Well, if you were so damned hot as you say you were to go hurting a broad like Miss Bricklin, then you could do it again to her, I bet."
"I ... I. . . "
"See, Biff? He's just blowing smoke out his ass."
"He sure must be. That ain't very nice."
Tommy fought back, puffing up his chest and bragging untruthfully: "She wants me anytime I want. She told me so."
"Ain't good enough," Frank said, pressuring his friend. "You gotta prove it to us. We gotta see you screwing her before we'll believe any cockeyed story like yours."
"Watch?" Tommy scoffed, trying desperately to think of a way out of the corner he'd talked himself into. "You want to hide behind the curtains or something, I reckon."
"Naw, we'll stand right there. We'll even help you. What d'yuh say, Biff? We'll all go over to Miss Bricklin's right now and watch Tommy here fuck her like he says he can."
"She-it!" Biff rolled his eyes, groaning mournfully. "I'd never be able to just look. I'm dying for something nice like that, and there ain't no rights in just watching."
Frank Russell laughed. 'That might be arranged, too. Since she-likes Tommy so much-according to Tommy, that is-then we oughta be able to ride her too without too much trouble."
Tommy was suddenly very sorry he'd ever opened his mouth. "Hey, you rape her and she'll have us arrested," he said, attempting to persuade Frank from his plot.
"Gee," Biff chimed in, "I'm too young to go to jail."
"She can't say a thing, not since she let Tommy screw her yesterday. She talks, we talk. That is," he added slyly, "if Tommy here ain't bullshitting us."
Tommy, caught on the horns of his own dilemma, stayed silent, blushing as he stared down at his feet.
"But if she screamed," Biff added hesitantly.
"Screaming is natural for girls, until you get them going," Frank advised him. "Remember how we all piled on Maggie Claflin last summer? She howled like hell until we tickled her twat with a piece of straw, and then she was yelling for more just as loud. Miss Bricklin will be the same way, I bet. Besides, she's living in that ol' cottage that's away from the street, and nobody will be able to hear her."
"I'll hold her!" Biff drooled excitedly, his feeble mind stirred by the lewd idea against his piano teacher. "Yeah, I'll hold her while you use the straw!"
"You ass-hole, I don't got no straw with me. But lots of other things work just as well. We'll think of something."
"Wait a minute, you guys," Tommy pleaded.
"No waiting. We're going right now, whether you like it or not, and you better be telling us the truth about fucking her, or we'll beat the shit outta you when we get back.
"Yeah," Biff added. "I'll stomp you good."
"You in with us or not?" Frank asked the reluctant boy.
"Well ... " Tommy was torn by conflicting emotions. Crap, if Frank and Biff roughed up Miss Bricklin, he'd never forgive himself. On the other hand, he was scared of the whole notion of helping his buddies fuck her. He liked her, liked her a lot, and it didn't seem right to force her to do this. But the more he considered it, the more he thought of her tight, wet pussy sliding up and down over his aching cock. Man, he sure did want more of her loving, and this could be his chance to be a big man with his pals, too.
"Well, okay," he capitulated at last. "Only you gotta promise me you won't hurt her any more than she is."
"Naw, we won't," Biff promised.
"Hell, the way you tell it, Tommy," Frank said lewdly, "we won't have to. She'll be like a bitch in heat for all of us!"
"C'mon," Biff said, impatient to get started. "Man, I'm busting my britches just thinking about her! I'll have a hard-on to my kneecaps by the time we get to her place, I swear!"
Frank Russell laughed obscenely at his overgrown friend as the three of them set off toward the cottage where their music teacher would be alone and unsuspecting. He didn't doubt Tommy's story. He never had, only pretending like he thought his pal was lying in order to talk him into helping. But he wasn't going to let Tommy talk first and maybe screw things up. Hell no, he wasn't; he was going to see that he and Biff popped their nuts first while Tommy watched! Crap, his pecker was hard as a rock just thinking about it! His mouth felt dry and small beads of sweat were forming along his brow. Just you wait, the slender youth thought maliciously. Just you wait. Teach, and you'll learn how to play to my imagine tune. . .I
. . .Meanwhile, Laura Bricklin sat in a living room recliner, oblivious to the fate which was about to overtake her. Her hands were folded in the lap of her long flowing nightgown as she stared sightlessly at a quiz show being broadcast on television, her mind concentrating on more important matters than the raucous game. On the table beside her was an opened bottle of wine, the second of the day, and soon it would join the first one-the one left over from last night-now empty in the kitchen garbage sack.
She had closed the draperies, unable to face the brilliant noonish sun in her present frayed condition. As she sat, her hand strayed out to the wine, and without benefit of a glass, she tilted the bottle to her lips and felt the warming wine trickle down her throat to her stomach. A soothing heat crept through her nerves, causing a slight tingling sensation to ripple across her thinly clad body. It felt good, so she raised the bottle and took another long swig. Her heavy-lidded eyes turned back to the quiz game on the screen, but once more her mind returned to the horror of that morning, after she'd innocently gone to the college to begin conducting her classes...
The obscene rutting on the floor of her music room ... the surrender of her naked flesh to those two unspeakably vicious men, gloating in their perverted victory ... her half-conscious return here after they'd finally had their fill of her and left, her sanity so shattered that she had managed to dress and drive home only by sheer automatic reflex ... then stripping herself bare again, to hastily rid herself of her soiled, stained clothing, her dress so shredded that it was beyond repair ... Her body had been a mass of bruises that centered around her breasts and inner thighs, her skin so chaffed that she was too sore to wear even the most casual of her outfits. Even the soft nylon of the nightgown she had on now was pressing against her burning, raw flesh enough to send dull arrows of pain spiraling through her.
Dear Lord, it wasn't fair! All she'd done wrong was desire young Tommy Sears in a moment of uncontained passion. Just because she'd given in to her urges that one time and brought delicious pleasure to both of them, she had been forced to surrender herself to those bestial males. There was not a thing she could do about it, either, even if they extorted her into submitting again. She must never say a word, not if she were to protect young Tommy, and ever have the chance of rebuilding her fractured life.
Yet the truly bitter horror was not what had been done to her, so much as what she had done to herself. She had not merely acquiesced to the unavoidable, but had ultimately offered herself willingly and wantonly to the shameful yet exciting sensations they had created in her helplessly trapped body. Even now, she knew that she should be filled with revulsion and humiliation for the lewd and unnatural perversions she'd engaged in, but she was not. The overwhelming hate and self-loathing she'd experienced after she'd seduced young Tommy were unaccountably missing. This was inexcusable, and it frightened her above all else.
Drunkenly she shuddered from her debasing confession, and took another deep swallow of the wine to calm the misery in her heart. She had changed, there was no doubt about that. She, who had once been so frigid and afraid of sex, seemed to have grown a callous around her once pitifully naive innocence. She was as ripped and torn as her dress was, and perhaps just as unsalvageable as well, and she was convinced that one more occurrence like the last would make her life not worth living.
She tearfully vowed that she would make one last effort to redeem what she could of her self-respect. She would somehow find the strength to dress, pack her suitcases, and drive from Redondo, to never, ever return. She would compose a letter of resignation and mail it from some far-off town, using the perfectly valid excuse of ill health, the sacrifice of wages due her worth the agony of another day in this town of depravity. Her only fear was that Jack or Marvin would seek her out and make further demands upon her before she had time to pull herself together...
Her thoughts were interrupted by the doorbell ringing. She turned, blood draining from her face with irrational dread. "Wh-who's there?" she called out in a timid voice.
"It's me, Miss Bricklin, Frank Russell. I'm with Biff Burns, and-"
"No, I'm sorry, boys," she hastily cut in. "I ... I'm not feeling very well today. Please come back later."
"But you don't understand, Miss Bricklin. We can't. It's about Tommy Sears, you see. He's with us and-"
"Tommy?" Laura again interrupted, standing startledly at the sound of the boy's name. She hurried to the door, trying to shake off the dizzying effects of the wine, and pulled it open to see the three students grouped together on her porch. "What is it? What's the matter?"
"It's important," Frank said, and eased past her into the room, his hand holding Tommy's so that the other boy was forced to stumble in after him. Before Laura could react, Biff Burns barged in front of her, an odd smirk on his chubby features as he slammed the door behind him. She turned, clutching the neck of her nightgown as she attempted to get her wits about her. 'Tell me, what's this all about? Are you hurt, Tommy?"
"Not exactly, Ma'am," Frank answered for him. "He's not hurt, but he wants to show you something real bad."
"Show me something? What?"
"Same thing I do," the scheming college freshman responded. Abruptly he reached down and unzipped the fly of his trousers. Laura gasped in surprised shock as she saw his virile penis spring out in full erection. Its purplish cockhead pulsed as if it were winking back at her with its one tiny slitted eye. 'That's what he wants to show you. What we all do, Teach."
Laura fell back a step, bumping against Biff Burns, whose arms caught her around the waist and held her in an uncertain caress. A sinking sensation gripped her belly as she heard the snickering sound coming from the hefty student holding her, while her eyes remained fixed on Frank's obscenely protruding hardness. "Wh-what's the meaning of this?" she managed to say in a slightly thickened, unsteady voice. "How dare you come in here and do this to me!"
"Sure, we dare!" Frank leered as he lewdly shoved his stiffened cock toward her. "Just like Tommy dared to fuck you!"
He could have struck her and the impact wouldn't have been greater. She gaped with chilled horror at Tommy, whose face was blushing with chagrin. She remembered her own coed days at music college, when the boys would discuss their conquests, and wondered how she could ever have been so foolish as to assume she could trust the discretion of a teenager. Worse, in spite of Tommy's obvious shame for having told his friends what he and his teacher had done together, Laura could detect a small grin of licentiousness around his mouth. Dear God, he was as much an animal as his father was-perhaps even more-so!
Then the ghastly truth struck the quaking teacher that she herself was to blame for changing Tommy's once decent character. She had corrupted him for her own perverted desires, teaching him lust for lust's own sake without the tempering of love or compassion. She had nobody to accuse except herself, and how she was once again reaping the rewards or her depravity! Lord in heaven, would her punishments never end...?
"C'mon, team," Frank said in command. "Let's get our pretty piano teacher into the bedroom."
Biff Burns still held Laura in a bear-hugging grip, and it was no problem for him to steer her toward her bedroom. Every inch of her mature woman's flesh cringed with resistance, but she couldn't fight his lumbering strength. He was an adolescent hulk, and at the moment fired with excitement beyond all reasoning. She struggled for words as Biff led her to the large double bed in the middle of the room, unable to find them as he pressed her down until she was forced to lie stretched out on her back. Then he lowered himself to the covers beside her, offering her his best smile.
"She-it, Miz Bricklin, you sure are a powerful pretty lady," he said to her in strange tenderness.
She stared speechless at his dull face, then shook her head as she gazed into the beady, pitiless eyes of Frank Russell who was standing beside the bed. "Wh-why are you doing this to me? I never hurt any of you."
"Who says we're going to hurt you, Teach?" Frank chuckled lewdly in reply. "Me and Biff here, we just aim to fuck you, that's all, right in front of Tommy-"
"Hey, wait a minute!" Tommy protested angrily.
"Shut up," Frank spat at his friend. 'That's the way its going to be, or Biff won't let you fuck her at all!"
"D-Don't do this to me!" Laura whimpered, ashamed at the way her words sounded like copies of her futile pleas to Jack and Marvin Sears only a few short hours ago. And in sinking apprehension that this time she would have no better luck then before. She wanted to resist, to fight back and escape-Lord, how she wanted to!-but there was no way she could overpower this little beast snarling at her or the oafish student who was holding her down in a steel-like grip. And in all truth, she had to admit she couldn't blame them much, could she...?
"I made them promise they wouldn't hurt you, Miss Bricklin," Tommy said reassuringly. "We only want a little fun with you, like we had yesterday. And crap, you sure said you liked it then."
'That's right, Teach. Why, you're getting yourself all upset over nothing," Frank sneered in mock pacification. Slowly he unfastened his pants and slipped out of his clothes, adding: "Just remember how much you liked Tommy's prick up in you, okay?"
"God, stop talking like this, you filthy boy!" she screamed hysterically, knowing her rebuke was useless, but unable to stomach any more of his pugnacious abuse. She lunged upward from the bed, and as she'd feared, she was caught easily, Biff holding her squirming form down flat again as Frank began pulling off her nightgown.
"She's creaming, just like I said she would," Frank chuckled contemptuously. "Man, do I love hearing them screams.
"Yeah, yeah, so do I!" Biff slobbered with excitement. "Hurry up and get that thing offen her. I wanna see her nekkid!"
Laura lay helpless while she was stripped, their eager hands pawing obscenely over her breasts, buttocks, and loins. She was as trapped as she'd been this morning with Jack and Marvin! She was absolutely defenseless against their number and youthful strength, and at their mercy-a mercy which no more existed in them than it had in the grown men who had raped her earlier!
The translucent nightgown was pulled roughly up over her waist to her neck, where it was bunched in a wrinkled ring. In his haste, Frank jerked it over her face painfully, almost ripping it in his need to free it from her arms, and then he threw it on the floor as Biff pushed her back down onto the bed. Her legs were pulled out from her spontaneously cringing position, until she was flattened spread-eagled with the brutish boy pinning her awkwardly with one thick hand planted in the middle of her chest like a spatulate stake. With his other hand Biff feverishly began to undress himself, popping buttons off his shirt when they wouldn't come undone right. His thick stubby penis throbbed out into the air beside his music teacher's flailing head, more massive than Tommy's or Frank's more slender erections, but still freshly immature. There were a few thin wisps of pubic hair growing at the base of his belly, indicating his extra development, and dazedly, Laura wondered if it would feel as wonderful as Tommy's pulsing hardness had felt the day before. Somewhere, deep in her wine-fogged mind, she had the suspicious it would...
Ashamed at her own lurid thoughts at a time like this, Laura turned her head away, forcing herself to gaze down at what the other hateful student was doing. Frank had dropped to his knees between her wide-splayed legs, his fingers stroking slowly over her ripely flaring hips and moving unerringly toward her openly exposed pubic mound. He reached forward and ran his middle finger up the tightly clenched slit of her pussy, parting her curly dark hair and fondling the smooth warm flesh of her vaginal cleft. His lightest touch stung the distraught woman, her tender pink skin still extremely sensitive and raw from the mauling it had endured a short while before, and reflexively Laura winced, jerking spasmodically from the sharp pricks of pain she felt. But Frank assumed she was reacting pleasurably from his caress, and proudly he gasped appreciatively:
"Man, just look at her twat snapping for more! She really digs being diddled, don't she?"
"Yeah, that's what I was telling you guys," Tommy rasped excitedly. "She was this way with me yesterday, only then she was putting her own finger into her snatch and fucking it in and out like it was a prick!"
"Shit no," Frank groaned. "Finger-fucking ain't no way to travel with a hole this sweet. You gotta lick it, I say. Give me air, fellahs, I feel like diving in head-first!"
"Right on, Frank!" Biff hooted encouragingly, as he took Laura's arm and put it around his neck for a cushion. "I'm for sucking on her boobies, but if you don't go down on her, I'll be glad to lick her box instead!"
Laura groaned in new-found shame, her heard pounding wildly in her chest as she felt Frank slide forward on his haunches between her open thighs. "Ohhh, I'm going to stick my tongue so far up her, she'll be able to taste it in her mouth!" he bragged lewdly, his face hovering only inches above her groin. Then he grabbed her widened thighs and pushed them outward in obscene angles on either side of his naked slim body. With his thumbs placed firmly on her softly trembling vaginal lips, he began a slow, tormenting pressure to peel them apart until the thin, vertical entrance of her pussy was cringingly displayed to the gazes of the other boys grouped around him. They all stared greedily down at her blatantly exposed vagina ... until with a low growl of passion, Frank Russell dropped his head and buried the full length of his long, slippery tongue deeply into the warm, throbbing walls of her defenseless cunt.
"AAAGGGHHH! OOOOHHHH!" Laura cried out in anguished mortification as she quavered on the bed. Her mind whirled drunkenly as she felt the youth caress the length of her vaginal crevice with his nibbling mouth, but she was unable to break the perverted contact of his oral loving. The whole concept of mouth-to-genitals had sickened her previously, and now it seemed a thousand times more depraved, for it was a college freshman who was kissing and sucking her private flesh. But she found she was incapable of resisting a convulsive spasm of responsive sensation as she felt his searching lips and tongue spread her curling pubic hairs and lance snake-like into her naked furrow, and she groaned out a plea for him to stop ... stop before the sweet agony was too much to fight. She ground her buttocks down hard against the bed, endeavoring to evade the teasing, youthful attack, a whimpering moan of defeat bubbling from her throat as she realized that her adolescent seducer had no intention of stopping. The slaving teenager seemed to know instinctively what to do, and his head burrowed further between her tingling thighs, his gleaming ivory teeth fastening into the soft flesh of her cuntal mound and his sucking lips drawing the tiny bud of her clitoris wetly into his hot moist mouth.
Laura clenched her eyes tightly shut against the whirlpools of delight that were beginning to spiral against her will through her capitulating loins. She fought with all of her inner strength against the betrayal of her body again, but her student's tongue continued its maddening liquid assault against the straining pink slit of her pussy, until she could only groan uncontrollably. His hot probing tip worked its way up and down the entire area of her narrow furrow, starting at the lower curve of her belly and pressuring its way down over the elastic-rimmed opening of her clasping vagina and into the crevice of her flexing buttocks, where he paused momentarily to pay wet homage to her puckering pink anus. Her hips undulated involuntarily on the bed, soft mewling sounds escaping from between her passion-clenched teeth. Her loins jerked forward of their own volition, burying his flicking tongue to its roots. Fire rapidly replaced fear and everything else ... until to Laura nothing existed now except for her flame-seared cunt.
She was that cunt! Oh Lord, she was that cunt! Her entire body was flowering into a vast open cavern that had to be filled, that had to be gorged and stuffed with eager young flesh. Nothing else mattered now-not hopes, not shames, not cherished vows or moral principles-just the crawling reality of the flicking tongue that had invaded her steaming vaginal cleft down between her wide-held thighs.
"OHHHH, YESSS ... SUCK ME OFF LIKE THAT! SUCK MY CUNT HARD, YOU LITTLE SHIT!" she squealed obscenely, splaying her legs wider to give Frank Russell greater access.
Instead, the perverse teenager raised his head, ready as she was for the main course. "See, what'd I tell you?" he bragged to the other two boys. "Use a straw, use your tongue, but somehow you can always get a broad going if you want to! Now, step aside, you guys, and I'll really show you some action! I'm going to show you all how Miss Bricklin has to be fucked!"
He began to trace tiny round circles up over her body with his tongue, moving forward over her while licking at her naval and breasts and cheeks, his hot moist saliva soaking her skin. She rotated her passion-twisted face around, searching with her own mouth for his tender young lips. She found them and sucked his tongue deep into her throat with a greedy moan, begging for more when he again broke contact and hissed to the boys:
'Turn her over me!"
The slender college freshman lay down on the bed beside his frustratedly writhing teacher, his hard, jutting penis pointing straight up into the air like a signpost of lust. "Go on, Biff, get Miss Bricklin straddling me. I'll ram it in from down here, so you and Tommy can see every little detail!"
Biff Burns obediently moved around and lugged his music teacher up by her shoulders, forcing her to lie face down on the mattress. Laura sprawled without struggling, small gasps of passion and humiliation coursing from her sensually open mouth. Her naked buttocks wavered indecisively as the hefty youth grabbed them and lifted her up over the supine body of his naked friend, leaving her on her hands and knees, staring directly down into the carnally grinning face of the boy beneath her.
Laura levered up on her arms without needing to be asked, her long brunette hair flowing down her face and sweeping across Frank's developing chest, her round, firm breasts swaying erotically with their erect nipples almost grazing his palpitating skin. She knelt with her shapely thighs splayed wide on either side of his lean youthful hips, and could sense his aroused penis spearing directly up at her tingling cuntal slit. She thought of what was to follow, and tears of prurient guilt trickled from her eyes and down her cheeks, dripping onto Frank's heaving chest below.
The eager student arched his flanks up off the bed, and his piano teacher suddenly shivered in renewed shame as she felt the blunt glans of his taut cock pressing into the swollen crevice of her uptilted cunt. Her chin pressed tightly into the cleft between his neck and shoulder as she lowered her face against the bed in servile humiliation at what had overtaken her yet again, and she could smell the fresh tang of his boyish perspiration. The boy was actually going to rape her in front of her other pupils, and she groaned from this further indignity, her heart sinking as she realized that in her lewd position, it would be she who was mostly on display.
"Reach back, Teach," Frank demanded breathlessly. "Put my prick in your snatch!"
"NO, I CAN'T ... I CAN'T DO THAT TOO...."
"PUT IT IN, I TELL YOU!" He began rubbing his virile erection against the soft sensitive lips of her pulsating vagina, sending new and uncontrollable spasms of obscene sensation racing through her loins. God, how he was exciting her!
"OOOOHHHHHH!" Laura mewed, unable to withstand this additional taunting of her throbbing pussy. She reached back between their bellies and grasped his blood-heavy hardness, tugging it upward until she could feel its bloated cockhead insinuate itself in between the pliant folds of her vaginal passage. She cringed as she gently held his penis in place, all too pitifully aware how the other two boys were gathered around and gasping as Frank's stiff erection teased her pink-fluted cuntal slit. They watched with grinning, eager faces as with a flick of his hips, the smirking youth underneath her forced his rampant shaft brutally up inside the far hidden recesses of her heaving belly.
Laura moaned again as she felt the blunt cock-tip batter against the cushiony end of her cervix, as her music student buried all of his slender penis as deep up into her clenching vagina as it could go. Her mouth dropped loosely open and she began to slowly squirm and settle down against the boy in a lewd squatting fashion, unable to resist the blissful sensation of his thrusting cock rutting lustfully within her enveloping cunt. She undulated down onto him from her straddling position in sluttish invitation, deliriously welcoming his every motion as he began pumping in and out of her smoothly sucking orifice. New cries of mindless passion bubbled from her lips as her nostrils flared wide and her eyes gazed about her bedroom with a wild and untamed desire once again burning sensuously within them...
She saw the wide, unbelieving eyes of Tommy and Biff around her, and a strange masochistic joy rippled through her nakedly displayed body. She caught sight of the prurient picture she and Frank made together in the full-length mirror beside her dresser, catching her reflection there on the bed, helpless on her knees, her arms supporting her torso and her rounded breasts jiggling crazily underneath from the licentious fucking she was receiving. God, what a portrait she made! The lascivious image of her utter depravity made her squirm still harder down onto the boy as if to punish herself yet further.
Dear Lord, Laura thought as she moved her head up again to study her first young lover, Tommy. The darling boy loves me like this ... Rapturously, the music teacher exchanged passionate glances with her handsome pupil, fiery new sensations of unbridled lust rising in her loins as she watched the boy fumble with his clothing in his frantic attempt to become as naked as the rest of them. His fully aroused young penis stood out quiveringly from his sparsely-haired groin, becoming as a stimulating vision to his teacher's lust-glazed eyes as it had been yesterday afternoon. What's happened to me? she moaned in shame. I can't help myself. . , I love the boy ... I love ALL boys, even Frank ... even after what he's done to me!
She groaned out her humiliating confession, her toes curling tightly against the softness of the bed covers as she was bucked up and down by the delicious young penis screwing deep inside her pussy. Men she could accept if need be-she had proved that to herself with Jack and Marvin Sears-but boys were what she craved. Boys she had to have! Boys she loved!
Laura felt the slight sag of the bed as Biff Burns moved around in front of her. Dazedly she viewed his pudgy masculine form hovering near her face, his hardened cock standing out in adolescent erection from his heavy-set loins.
"Suck me, Miz Bricklin" she heard him say eagerly. 'That's what I want now, I swear. Go ahead, suck me, will you?"
God, she couldn't! Being fucked by one of her students was sordid enough, but to corrupt another one by so perverted an act was too much to ask! And yet ... a flutter of salacious eroticism rippled warmly through her skewered belly as her flashing eyes filled themselves with the sight of his stubby penis wobbling before her. It was not offensive to her the way Marvin Sear's monstrous shaft had appeared, only slightly longer and thicker than Tommy's or Frank's, its rounded crown a rich crimson that gave its whitish shaft an appeal of enticing lewdness. She was not repelled by it as she'd been of Marvin's huge adult masculinity, for this one was so fresh looking so virilely boyish...
"SUCK IT, MIZ BRICKLIN," Biff urgently whined. "PLEASE, BEFORE I CUM ALL OVER YOUR PRETTY FACE!"
She resisted another moment, and then her mouth fell open with forbidden desire. She pressed forward and tasted his fleshy young cock as her pupil rammed through her soft moist lips and into the warm grotto of her mouth. The older woman closed her eyes to block out the perverted sight of the student's muscular loins sawing in and out of her tightly ovaling lips. Moisture filled her mouth, puffing her cheeks out wide as the hulking boy shoved forward, his rigid penis keeping pace with the other boy's cock which was fucking ceaselessly up between their music teacher's wide-spread thighs.
"Crap! This ain't fair!" Laura dizzily heard Tommy Sears exclaim. "Damn it to hell, I've gotta join in too!"
"Not back here, you're not," Frank growled beneath her.
"Yeah," Biff agreed. "An' she can't suck two of us off at the same time. Stick it in her ear, if you wanna."
"C'mon, you guys, I'm the one who got her, after all!"
"Well," Frank grunted slyly, 'There's always another hole, y'know ... and it's lined up just right and waiting!"
"Yeah!" Tommy cried breathlessly, trembling from the notion of Frank's perverted suggestion. With a growl of sheer lust, the boy climbed between Laura's wide-spread legs, and found a position where he could maneuver without disturbing his more experienced friend, who was fucking upward into her from below. The full plane of his writhing teacher's bottom was presented up to him in even more helpless a sacrifice than it had been yesterday, he thought carnally, and he grinned down, his lips bared back over his teeth in depraved anticipation.
"I'm going to fuck you again, Miss Bricklin ... only this time I'll fuck you in the ass, how about that?"
Laura jerked her tightly clenched eyes open at the horrible sound of his threat. She tried in vain to squeeze her thighs together around Frank's surging cock, her mouth moaning around Biffs sawing penis. "NOOO, TOMMY!" she begged in muffled protest. "DON'T! DON'T DO THAT TO ME THERE!"
"Well, gee..."
"Remember what I told you," Frank called out from underneath. 'They always scream loudest just before they start screaming for more! Go to it, Tommy, or you ain't got a hair on your balls if you don't!"
Them's were fighting words, Tommy knew, and without further hesitation, he dropped to his knees behind Laura and began running his hands down between her quivering buttocks to slowly draw aside their cheeks. Laura groaned and tried to tense them together again, but Frank below her shoved harder up inside her streaming vagina. She felt a spasm of delicious sensation which forced her to relax and allow Tommy to pry them apart with his greedily probing fingers. She could hear her pupil suck in his breath as the tiny sphincter ring guarding her rectum came into his view, and then she felt him lean down and press his lips against her pinkly quivering anus, worming his tongue around wetly to lubricate his entry.
Then Tommy raised up and leaned forward, pushing the whole of his slender body against her back, his virile penis lying tight within the cowering crevice of her buttocks. Its rounded glans rested firmly against her throbbing anal entrance as he grasped her thighs in a taloned grip and pressured lightly with his pelvis, directing his youthful erection straight into the tightly clenching hole of her backsides.
Laura grunted from the sudden pain shooting up through her nakedly writhing belly as he fell forward and shoved into her anal canal. She moaned around Biff Burn's hard penis in her mouth with unheard pleadings for Tommy to stop. But his perverted invasion grew and she could feel her thighs being swept wider apart as his sodomizing cock bore into the clinging channel of her vainly resisting rectum.
"MMMMMMMMMGGGGG!" she moaned in agony, instinctively squeezing her cock-spread bottom together and trapping his shaft between them in a spasm of painful fire.
"OPEN UP!" Tommy demanded, sounding every bit as sadistic as his father had as he pushed down with all his strength.
"YOU'RE KILLING ME! YOU'RE KILLING ME!" she managed to cry out, even as she relaxed in response to his command. The walls of her belly felt as if they were being pulled apart as the cruel sodomy continued, and she felt as if someone were levering her loins apart to split her ravaged flesh down the middle.
Tommy chuckled in eager delight and began a drubbing in and out of her sensitive anal opening in thrusts which traveled the entire throbbing length of his boyish penis. A moist sucking sound echoed through the bedroom, and the obscene slap of his testicles swinging against her soft inner thighs joined in melodiously.
Laura groaned out her pain-filled submission to the brutal ravishment of her inhumanly stretched rectum. Her toes curled tightly against the soles of her feet as she was forced to suck and fuck like a servile slave between her three young students. She lay moaning and sobbing from the agony and shame, sandwiched lewdly between them, impaled on their penises like an insect pinned to a mounting board. The boys did not delay in matching their savage tempos, Frank beginning to fuck furiously up into her hot pussy from below as Biff thrust harder with long, fast strokes into the moist depths of her mouth, and Tommy mauled her virginal back-passage in panting, rutting jerks. They buffeted her between them like a sack of resilient foam rubber, and a strange, errant thought spun dementedly through Laura's tortured mind: If nothing else, she'd been able to teach these little perverts one solid fact about music! At least they were all able to keep the same natural rhythm!
At first, the only coherent thing the subjugated woman could manage was to utter long continuous whines as her lust-maddened students crushed into her defenseless body with a harder and faster cadence. But gradually, inexorably, Laura began to respond to the outrageous debasement of her ravished flesh. Unconsciously the pain began to recede like an outgoing tide, and slowly her moans of agony changed to low whimpers of passion. She was lost, just as she feared she'd might become ... Lost! She could never be the same woman again after this, and she no longer gave a damn, either! Her music pupils were filling her mouth, her cunt, her naked pink ass-hole with their marauding cocks, and she wanted to be brutally filled as punishment for being the whore she'd become. She wanted every entrance of her worthless body to be savagely raped until they all shot off their fresh hot cum and flooded her insides, for that was all there was in her mindless world of lust and depravity.
Her wish came true a moment later.
"I ... I'M CUMMING!" A high-pitched howl erupted from Biff Burns, and he locked his hands tightly around the back of his piano teacher's head, drawing her bucking mouth down hard on his rigid shaft. Beneath his loins, his friend Frank saw the small bit at the base of his cock protruding wet and gleaming from the older woman's wildly sucking lips. He watched in delighted awe as her throat tightened in eager swallowing of the creamy sperm his buddy was pumping greedily into her mouth. Her cheeks bloated and hollowed as the warm, working cavern of her mouth filled and emptied with the flooding young semen pulsing thickly into it.
At the same moment, Frank could sense his own gush of seed as his lust-swollen balls emptied themselves of their spewing cum. His ejaculation flowed like water from a hose into his mature teacher's hungrily milking vagina, and Laura whimpered deliriously as she felt it splash the gripping walls of her gripping cunt. She tried jerking her buttocks downward to siphon still more of the boyish seed from his spewing penis, feeling her own climax approaching with the speed of light....
But then Tommy groaned, savagely fucking into her anus from behind with all his pent-up energy. His slender penis erupted with his streaming fresh semen deep up into her tightly constricting rectum. Laura was forced to grind her buttocks back upwards to stem the flow for a moment, but her very eagerness only incited him more. The nibbling clasp of her sphincter muscles squeezed his hardness clean, the last lewd drop of his molten cum spasming out deeply inside her belly.
Laura's flaring hips jerked frenziedly as she felt the tidal waves of sperm searing up inside her from all angles, and her own orgasm finally hit her with an atomic blast in the pit of her stomach. She wallowed lewdly in her climax, her own heated liquid secretions flowing in the already drowning pool of her quivering pussy, trickling hotly from her clenching vaginal lips and growing cream, and viscid with a mixture of boyish cum as they rivuleted lewdly back down around Fran Russell's softening penis below...
Biff Burns's fat cock fell limply from her mouth as he fell backward on the bed. She could dimly feel thin, sticky strands of his sperm dribbling down her chin, and she licked her lips to catch the remaining droplets of his delicious seed. Then, when Tommy finally released his hands from her hips, she slithered forward to lie across Biffs heaving chest, her own legs wide apart and bare, as Frank and Tommy both slid their deflating cocks free of her ravaged cunt and rectum. She caught a glimpse of her wide-stretched vagina furrow between her lazily spread thighs, wet and glistening in the light of the bedroom lamp, and then she turned and smiled blissfully at the three exhausted youths sprawled around her.
"You can fuck her twat now, Tommy," she heard Frank chuckle obscenely. 'That is, if you can get it up again."
"Wait a minute," the boy gasped breathlessly.
"Hell with this waiting," Biff growled, stirring beneath his music teacher and rising to his haunches beside her. "I dunno when we're going to get a chance like this again, felluhs, and I plan to take all I can get while I can! And hell, I'm already hard again!"
"Well, then, roll her over, Biff, roll her over!"
"Yeah." Without further talking, Biff grabbed his naked teacher and shoved her over into a helpless position on her back. "What'd you say, Miz Bricklin?" he blubbered obscenely down at her. "You ready as I am?"
Laura gasped at the force of her student's powerful fingers and looked up through the hazy slits of her eyes at his leered features poised avidly above her body. Fire still licked through her loins in spite of her recent climax, her passion spurred by her utter defenselessness and the debauching position he was holding her in. She could see the faint blurred images of the other boys gazing at her, poised to join in again in a mass orgy of lust, their youth and virility making her once-flaccid cocks swell with renewed passion at the very idea. The blazing cauldron of her untapped desires raged out of control in her wildly pulsating cunt as she contemplated the hours which lay ahead, and the promise of wanton, abandoned revelry was more than she could resist ... or wish to any longer.
"FUCK ME," the inflamed woman hissed between clenched teeth, and wriggled her lust buttocks at her student in lewd, unmistakable invitation. "GO AHEAD, FUCK ME! OH, ALL you sweet boys fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me...! "
CHAPTER EIGHT
Redondo's athletic coach, Jack Sears, walked reluctantly up the small path to Laura's cottage, flanked on both sides by a group of women from the town's fledgling cultural society. At the moment, the fiftyish woman on his left was talking, but then she usually was. She was ponderous, wearing a pastel print dress that made her massive bosom resemble the continental shelf sown with springtime flowers. She was nodding her head very determinedly, looking at Jack through her tortoise-shell reading glasses.
"I understand your hesitation," she said in a tart contralto, her tone brooking no argument. "But this is a very momentous occasion. It isn't every day that Redondo's Ladies' Cultural and Reading Society present an achievement award, you know."
"I realize that," Jack hedged, trying to be careful how he spoke with the society's president and the town's leading socialite. "But I really think you might've simply postponed the luncheon ceremonies until Miss Bricklin was up and about."
"Nonsense, dear man!" Mrs. Flagstaff chirped. "We all feel so strongly about the wonderful contribution to music advancement which Miss Bricklin has given our fair city that it's only fitting that if she can't attend our function, why then we must go to her. A charitable gesture, don't you think?"
"And I brought my Brownie," added Mrs. Green in her nasal twang. "We can snap a picture of her at home, which will certainly be better than one at that old stuffy restaurant. And besides," she giggled lightly, "this way we can also include you, Mr. Sears. Why, just everybody knows how close you and Miss Bricklin have become since she's arrived. Why, just think of you and her in a nice picture in the local paper! Won't she like that?"
"Well, I ... I'm sure she would," Jack agreed, although far from convinced that the society was doing the right thing by disrupting Laura at home. After all, he knew she wasn't sick ... except quite likely of him. "But to spring this occasion secretly..."
"A surprise!" Mrs. Flagstaff exclaimed. "We were hoping to catch her in the act, so to speak, so we can get a true, candid portrait of a dedicated musician at work with her pupils. The best photos have been like that, and it's much more thrilling that way. Besides, since we missed her at the college, I'm sure that this little token of the community's appreciation will speed her recovery. She'll be delighted to see us, mark my words!"
Jack Sears groaned inwardly, seeing no way out as they reached the porch. God, this had been so quick for him, he hadn't even had a chance to phone and warn Laura. He shuddered at the thought of the reception she'd give him, in response to this female dreadnaught's invasion coming on the heels of this morning's rape. "I just can't help wondering," he muttered under his breath, "what Laura will do when she sees us all here."
"Whatever she does," Mrs. Flagstaff said as a final word, raising her finger to ring the bell, "you may rest assured it will be with all the enthusiasm of a dedicated teacher."
