Throughout recorded history there have been stories and legends concerning the involvement of mature women with younger boys. Their fatal attraction one for the other has been recounted endlessly. From Chaucer to Bernard Shaw this has been a recurring theme throughout literature. Contemporary literature as well is certainly not ignorant of this fascinating idea and its psychological impact.
There is something about the juxtaposition of maturity and youth, carnal knowledge and innocence, that stirs the imagination and ignites the inquiring mind. Freud knew this phenomena well and in some ways was himself a victim of the spell of the mature female. His writings explore the labyrinths of the growing young male mind and lay bare the fantasies about older women that lie buried there in the tender psyche. The reverse he also explored when it was considered almost a criminal act to reveal the hunger which devoured so many women in the closeted recesses of their secret hearts during the Victorian era.
Fortunately, contemporary society is more honest and open. Freud's giant intellect and courageous scientific inquiry has helped open the hypocritical prisons of the mind. It is no longer a crime for scientists to inquire, but, indeed, has become a conscientious duty undertaken in the spirit of service to mankind.
"Weekend With Teacher" is still another view of this compelling human pattern as it now exists in our present society. It is a frank and candid exploration of the torment faced by one beautiful teacher who finds herself, through no fault of her own, embroiled in this historically recurring event. The story is not new but becomes so through the fresh and fearless treatment of a subject we moderns find just as fascinating as our ancestors did hundreds of years ago.
The scientist has made us all aware of the enormous influence our early experiences have on the balance of our behavior throughout our lives. This is certainly true of the beautiful heroine, Priscilla Covington. Her early years of poverty in rural Arkansas and the shocking trauma left by her early experiences at the hands of a selfish stepfather and later a thesis advisor leave her particularly vulnerable to the irresistible passion that rules her maturity.
We are especially proud to publish this searchingly honest work by best-selling authoress Elizabeth Watson; for understanding, no matter how painfully arrived at, in the end, can only do service. Certainly it is the true vocation of the novelist as well as the scientist. In many ways the storyteller can project in imagination many things it may take the scientist generations to prove factually. Novelists are therefore the trail blazers of understanding.
The affliction suffered by the heroine of this dynamic novel is not uncommon in this age, nor is the fascination she holds for the young student, Richard Harley. Their own separate hells may herald a new and fuller insight in the discerning and concerned reader and thereby warn, instruct and rectify. In bringing this work to the general public we acknowledge our own responsibilities toward understanding and make our commitment.
-The Publishers
CHAPTER ONE
They stood watching the huge plane lift and soar out of sight in the brilliant blue sky. When it was no longer visible, Priscilla Covington turned to the boy at her side and put a hand on his shoulder.
"Well, your Dad's on his way, Richard. We'd better get back to your house and see what Saturday chores there are to be done."
"Yeah. I guess so."
As they drove along the pine-bordered highway, Richard turned to the lovely woman and blurted, "Gee, I sure am glad you're staying with me, Priscilla, while Dad's gone. That old housekeeper we had was a real grump. I'm glad she left."
"Well, I'll try not to be a grump, Richard," she laughed, glancing at the blonde thirteen year old son of the man who wanted to marry her. But then, she liked boys. That was the problem, the beautiful teacher thought guiltily. She liked them too well!
The old monologue began to play itself over in her head as she drove. Just sitting next to the likable young Richard, she was only too aware of him physically. The shape of his blonde head and the boyish body seemed beautiful to her. God, she had to stop thinking that way! In all her thirty five years of life that had been full of struggles as a teacher, none had been as hard as the one she was still battling.
Intellectually, she understood it, but that understanding had no bearing on how she felt. Psychologically, it was simple enough, God knows. When she was only twelve, her stepfather had raped her in the barn while her mother was giving birth to his child in the run down farm house. From that moment on, Priscilla Covington had lived for two goals - to get away from the poverty of rural Arkansas and make something of herself, and to live a single life so no man could ever touch her again.
For the most part she'd accomplished both. By doing any kind of hard, back-breaking labor, she'd put herself through school, earned her degrees and become a good teacher.
She'd never married. Only one other full-grown male had ever touched her and that had been years ago. She shuddered, just remembering. That was another battle - one that had almost wrecked her whole career before it ever started.
But how could she have known that her own biological instincts would rise despite her vow about men? The boy had been so young and tender. A demon had seized her that day after a practice teaching session. Before she could stop herself she'd seduced the beautiful youth and been caught at it by her thesis advisor. The lecherous professor had extracted a harsh price for his silence - a punishment diabolically conceived to torture the fledgling teacher - exclusive use of her body for his own pleasure. Oh God, she had paid and paid dearly!
She was still paying! There'd been other incidents that could have wrecked her career for the presence of young boys became an ever present threat. Finally after a close call at the school in Missouri, Priscilla had done some hard thinking. The result was to move to Serra Valley on the lovely Monterey Peninsula. She'd vowed to make a new life for herself - a normal life. It was ironic that Ed Harley, Economics professor at the Navy Postgraduate School had become interested in her. A professor - when her blackmailing thesis advisor had been a professor too. But Ed was such a nice, courteous considerate, easy going man. Somehow, he didn't seem to be like other men. For one thing he respected her and never tried to force her into the physical relationship she was so fearful of. Soon, it began to seem to Priscilla that it might be possible to marry Ed. He wanted and needed a wife. He was divorced from a woman who was a hopeless mental patient, and the busy professor had a hard time trying to bring up his only son alone. The housekeepers he had to rely on were never too satisfactory.
When Ed was picked for a conference in Washington by the Dean just when the latest housekeeper left, he'd naturally asked Priscilla to stay at the house with Richard for those few days. "It'll give you and Richard a chance to get acquainted, darling. You can practice mothering while I'm gone. It's time you two got to be real friends." His smile had left no doubt as to why he wanted Priscilla and his son to like each other.
The beautiful red-haired teacher told herself that this was her chance to leave the unsavory past behind - to cure herself of the revolting attraction she felt for young boys and settle down to a normal life. She swung the little car into Ed's driveway. It was a new beginning, and it was up to her to make it work.
After unpacking the few things she'd brought from her own house in Serra Valley, Priscilla busied herself dusting the living room, though it didn't need it. Richard had gone off somewhere on his bike. However grumpy the last housekeeper had been, she had done a good job on the house.
Glancing out the window, Priscilla watched the boy approach, guiding his bicycle with a carefree, whistling air up the drive and into the carport. She stood concealed by the draperies of the picture-window, her pulse quickening at the sight of the California sun playing highlight-games with his unruly shock of blondish hair. God, he was a beautiful boy, she thought, the tips of her lacquered nailed fingers brushing nervously at her full red lips. His head was the exact replica of his father's handsome face. The back-door of the split-level opened and closed noisily, his whistling more audible, and she turned from the window, walking toward the kitchen.
"Hi, Priscilla," he greeted her with a warm, open grin, brushing at the lock of hair that had fallen over his forehead to his right eye. "The guys have all gone to the movie."
She smiled in reply, her deep green eyes appraising his developing, young masculinity through the tee-shirt he wore, down to his narrow Levi-covered hips. In an uncontrollable glance, her eyes darted to the slight bulge at the front of the tight-fitting jeans before quickly settling back on his face. She said, "Oh, I've been busy unpacking. Are you lonesome for your Dad?"
"Heck, no. Dad's always working," he said, tossing a comic book onto the kitchen table. "I've got you here with me ... Hey, do you suppose I could have a sandwich or something?"
"Of course, dear," Priscilla replied, forcing herself to concentrate on his request and moving across the room. "What do you like?"
"Oh, peanut-butter and a glass of milk will be fine," he answered, swinging a kitchen chair around and straddling it, his chin resting on his tanned arms. "You know ... I think it's great about your staying here with me when Dad has to go to Washington ... I mean ... well, I hope it's all right with you, too. We ought to get home from school about the same time."
Priscilla couldn't help the little tingle of excitement his words sent rippling through her - unwanted and long imprisoned excitement that she mustn't let escape from its locked-away cell in the recesses of her brain. She swallowed tightly and looked back over her shoulder at him. "Do you think we can get along ...just the two of us here alone?" she heard herself ask, aware that her smile was more assuring than questioning.
"Sure, we can," he said with sincerity. "Why not? Golly, I'm not exactly a baby any more. I'm thirteen, you know, and I can take care of all the heavy things around the house, like the trash, and keeping the lawn up, that sort of stuff."
The beautiful young teacher continued to smile as she went to the refrigerator and poured milk into a glass. His earnestness pleased her, just as his innocence frightened her. God, she wondered if she was making a mistake. Could she play the mother role Ed had asked of her? She brought him the sandwich and milk, seating herself across the table from him.
"You might find me strict, you know, not at all the way you visualize me now in the beginning," she said, her green eyes searching his handsome young face with unintentional eagerness. "Remember, I'm just an old-maid school teacher at heart...,"
"Awwww, come on," he managed, talking with his mouth half-full. "I never heard of an old-maid being pretty ... I mean, not the way you're pretty, anyway."
He paused then, his face flushing lightly beneath his tanned, smooth skin. The compliment had slipped out of him before he realized what he was saying, and a second wave of prickling sensation washed through Priscilla's belly, finally soaring upward along her spine. She found herself staring at the short blondish-hairs on his forearms and the gentle ripple of his developing muscles further up. Even the whitish embossed ring of his vaccination seemed to excite her! Suddenly, she pushed from the table, getting to her feet.
"I-I have something to do in my room," she stammered. "Is... is there anything else I can get for you?"
"No ... thanks," Richard replied, watching her closely, wondering if he'd said something he shouldn't have. Man, he didn't want her to be angry with him ... but she was so pretty! He just hadn't been able to keep from saying it. "You ... you're not mad because ... because I said that, are you?"
"Mad ... ?" she asked, his innocent candor exciting her once more. "You mean angry? Of course, I'm not, dear. I'm flattered," she said, smiling. "And what girl wouldn't be ... with such a compliment coming from a handsome young man who must have all sorts of girl friends."
"Me? Heck, no... I haven't got any girl friends ... you know, real girl friends, I mean," he quickly assured her, his face blushing.
"You don't like girls?"
"Oh sure, I like 'em all right, but I just don't have time to ... to fool around ... you know, there's sports, and homework, and all."
"I see," Priscilla replied, her eyes twinkling with delight at his anxious admission and boyish embarrassment. Yet, even as she stood there reveling in the excitement he was arousing within her, she knew from sordid experience that she had no right. What was happening to her was the beginning of a telltale sign that she knew so well. She had to end it now! This minute! Get a hold on herself! "Well... I... I'll go tend to my things," she said, turning away and then pausing. "What time does Ed, your father, usually get home for dinner? I mean, when he's home."
"About six, but he always has a couple of cocktails first and we eat around seven," Richard said, his discerning blue eyes moving over her sensuous young body with unconcealed admiration. "Sometimes, I even make 'em for him."
"And ... and what do you do from now until dinner?"
"Oh, different things. Right now, I thought I'd go to my room and do my homework, unless you've got something you want me to do?"
"No ... nothing ... I was just wondering," she said, managing a smile before turning away and going to her own room.
The aroused redhead closed the door behind her and leaned back against it, taking a long breath and letting it out with a sigh. Dear God! What had she done ... letting Ed talk her into this situation? What good could possibly come from it? Except that she was supposedly helping him out... a friend. Friend? Good Lord, he was in love with her, he said, and wanted to marry her!
Priscilla shook her short red curls vigorously, as if to rid her brain of the maze of cobwebs that were obscuring every effort toward clear-headed thinking. She went to her bed, sat down on the edge, then lay back, once more letting out a long sigh.
God, she had hoped to make a new start in California where no one would know her, nor learn of the horrible reputation she had left behind. Ed was the only grown man she had ever known who hadn't turned her completely off. She had to make it work!
She'd liked Ed and soon he was dating her exclusively. In all their talks she had somehow avoided giving a detailed version of her own life. In heaven's name how could she? Only her specific teaching placements: seven years at Turner Elementary in Kansas City, then five more at Knowles in St. Louis, just before tossing it all up and migrating here. She had lied, using a typical old-maid school teacher's pattern.
" 'Old maid' she said, Richard," Ed had teased one night when the boy had gone to dinner with them. "Now I ask you, son, have you ever seen a more beautiful old maid? With such beautiful red hair? To say nothing of the rest of her?"
She had felt the blood rushing into her cheeks at Ed's words, but it had been Richard's smile that had incited her blushing. Something inside her, already dulled by the martinis, attempted to cry its warning.
God! He was such a handsome young boy ... so desirable! She'd had to restrain herself to keep from staring at him in undeniable hunger ... trying to listen but only catching snatches of Ed's conversation ... it will really be a short trip," ... the mere presence of the boy's nearness like a bellows enlivening the ignited embers inside her ... "And I can't think of a more capable mother than you, Priscilla," ... God! Nothing had changed! Five years of restraint at Knowles had done little to lessen the maddening drive inside her! And all that she had tried to build after Turner Elementary had been wiped away by the awful hunger.
Richard's blue eyes were like sparkling gems, and they hadn't been off of her two minutes since he met her. He liked her; she knew it! God, if she only dared to touch him... feel his skin ... run her hand through that unruly hair! Oh ... what a beautiful little penis he must have! ... "Then, maybe... maybe all of us could go to Europe for awhile, providing you two get on... and you want to kick that 'old-maid' status. I know I... we... both of us would dig the idea; I can tell by the way he's looking at you, eh, Richard?"
It had all happened so fast! She couldn't even recall what Richard had answered, only that she had been fighting back every warning signal her brain had been trying to telegraph, the fermentations churning in her belly too overwhelming to be swept away. He was beautiful!
God! What had she done? Ed ... magnificent, wonderful Ed ... his very own son! She had to ... had to get a hold on herself! She couldn't let it happen! They were both such angelic people, especially Richard ... with the wispy, peach-fuzz hairs on his strong young arms, his glistening white teeth and, and ... oh God, what an exciting, virile young cock he must have at thirteen ... the right age ... just the right age to ejaculate its boyish, sweet-tasting cum! She'd go mad!
Priscilla came off the bed with a start, grabbing up a brush to stroke her red hair vigorously. She had to stop these lewd thoughts here and now! Otherwise, it meant her complete destruction! There'd be no hope if she gave in this time! God! If only she could love Ed in real man-woman love! Why? Why?
Her stepfather was the one she could blame. But he hadn't been a bad or lecherous man ... until that night. After that she had hated him, found him cruel and of course, drunken. He had made a slave of her mother!
Something interrupted her thoughts... a sound ... no, it was a rhythmic series of sounds ... like the squeaking of bedsprings! She listened, motionless, the rapid tempo striking an obscenely suggestive note inside her. It was coming from the next room, Richard's room! She stood up, then moving to her door, quickly opened it and slipped out into the narrow hallway. His door was not completely closed, and she eased nearer. Her breath caught in her throat the moment she saw him there stretched out on his bed!
My God! He was playing with himself ... masturbating! His blue-jeans and shorts were pushed down over his narrow hips, his legs tensed with feet crossed. The beautiful young pelvic area was completely exposed as he clutched at his youthfully hardened penis, jerking it frenziedly while he gaped at what were obviously worn pictures of naked girls in his other hand!
The unexpectedly lurid scene struck Priscilla with the force of a blow, her knees momentarily jelling as a mixture of confused emotions raced insanely through her. She couldn't believe what her eyes were actually witnessing, but as the seconds ticked away and she continued to stare in growing, lewd fascination, the reality of his self-gratifying act registered in full. He was actually doing it ... almost frantically jerking his slender young cock while he excited himself by gaping at the sordid photographs she could only faintly make out!
From her vantage-point, Priscilla stood motionless, mesmerized by the lasciviously inciting spectacle he was presenting. Her moralistic sense of duty was overshadowed by the wild sensations the sight of his tensing young body and vigorous jerking had set off in her own belly. Uncontrollably her green eyes fastened on his hand-covered, youthful cock. Its blood-filled, reddish and swollen head and a small measure of its white, slender shaft at the base was all that was visible to her as he violently stroked it. A sprinkling of blondish, pubic hair sprouted from the area where the captivating rod of hardened, teenage flesh jutted forth from his lean adolescent loins, while below, his hairless, velvet-skinned balls danced and swayed like oversized, unshelled walnuts to the cadence of his fervently pumping fist.
To move seemed impossible for her! Unwanted fermentations leaped spontaneously into being to churn maddeningly in her flat belly. The beautiful teacher felt the heated moisture up between her legs dampening her panties even as she fought the lewd desire rapidly sweeping over her lust-incited body. In frustration, she gasped aloud, causing Richard to jerk his head toward her, his eyes widening in utter astonishment at first, then filling with embarrassed shame. In his shock, he could do little more than lie there and stare at her in frozen fear, his quickly deflating young cock still subconsciously clasped in his hand, the pictures falling to the floor.
"Oh ... oh, crap almighty!" he half-whimpered in a feeble voice, lying there as if petrified in his obscene position. "I.. I didn't know ..."
He paused, as if realizing he was saying the wrong thing. Priscilla pushed open the door to walk unsteadily into the room, her brain working feverishly to regain control over her hotly aroused body. In frustration, she sharply finished his statement to her own confused advantage.
"You didn't know that you might be seen? Is that what you were going to say, Richard?"
"I... I... oh darn, Priscilla, honest ... something came over me," he stammered awkwardly. "I didn't mean to ... honest! I never do it... much!"
"I should imagine," she snapped, "from the way you were playing with yourself, that it's quite a frequent performance, young man. And with those filthy pictures, no less, to excite you further!"
She couldn't seem to help the acrid bite to her voice anymore than she could tear her eyes from the focal point of his young exposed genitals. God, if he could only know the sensations his lewd act had set into agitation within her own long-deprived genitals! She knew they were the true cause of the chaotic bitterness raging inside her, yet she couldn't seem to help herself.
"Oh ... Golly ... I-I don't know what to say ... or do... " he moaned in unconcealed disgrace, looking as if he were going to cry at any second.
"Well, you might start by taking your hand off that thing!" she suggested crisply, her eager eyes feasting on its flaccid length as he responded with a start, pulling at his shorts and jeans to cover his nakedness while he swung from the bed. "Then, we'll discuss what's to be done ... whether we should have a talk with your father or not."
"Oh, please! Not that, Priscilla! Please? He'd never understand ... I mean ... do we have to tell him?" he whimpered, his handsome young face grimacing before it began to crumble. The tears puddled into his usually sparkling eyes. "He'll... he'll hate me ... like you hate me now!"
His pathetic pleading brought the beautiful teacher to her senses. Those first sobs as he turned from her, brushing at the unruly lock of hair covering his forehead, touched her heart-strings and compelled her to go to him. Turning him gently about, she drew him close to her own trembling body and wrapped her arms around his slender figure.
"There, there, darling," she whispered into his hair while she clutched him tightly to her. The warmth of his tender young body pressed against her lushly straining breasts, belly, and thighs, instantly sent a charge of erotic excitement over her already aroused flesh. She felt his silent, almost convulsive, tears as she crushed herself against him protectively. "It's going to be all right... don't cry, my baby ... no one is going to know ... it'll be our secret ... just the two of us ... eh? Just the two of us, darling."
Desperately, Richard tried to swallow the ache in his throat, hardly knowing whether to believe her or not, but wanting to with all of his heart! God, she was so pretty, and he liked her so much! How could he have been so stinking dumb as to forget about the door? Because he hadn't really intended to do it, that was why ... but he had started to think about her ... the way her naked breasts would look and stuff like that, until the first thing he knew his cock was hard ... and ... and crap, he could feel her softly ripened breasts pressing right into him now ... and her belly and legs ... even the little puffy place where it would be ... pushing right up against him tight-like! Holy crap, his cock would get stiff again if she didn't let go of him ... and she smelled so beautiful!"
"Wh-what about Dad?" he heard himself ask, disgusted with the choked-up babyish whine to his voice, and he tried to clear it as he pulled his rapidly swelling cock back away from her in apprehensive embarrassment.
"I told you, darling... it's our secret," she hissed against his forehead. Then, she kissed him tenderly there. "No one else need know ... now, or ever ... but you better get rid of those naughty pictures before your father finds them one of these days, hadn't you?"
"All right... I will," he managed. She hugged him tighter until he was almost certain she was rubbing her body in tiny circles against his own, and his wildly throbbing cock jerked uncontrollably into the indentation up between her full thighs. She couldn't be teasing him, he was only imagining it! Crap! What would she think of him if she ever felt his pecker all hard like that again? But he couldn't push himself away from her soft clinging warmth even if he wanted to. She was holding him too tight!
Priscilla felt the vigorous throbbing of his slender young cock through their clothing where it lay insinuated between her trembling thighs not an inch below her moistly tingling pussy. Its re-hardened presence nearly caused her to lose all sense of self-control.
Dear God! What was she doing? She had to get a grip on herself! Was she losing her wits entirely? This was Richard! Ed's own son! She couldn't let it happen ... couldn't... oh God ... no, no! Somehow, she let go of him, taking a step backwards and forcing her eyes to settle on his face rather than the bulge below in the front of his jeans. Then, she managed a wan smile.
"There ... you're better now, darling," she soothed. "Everything will be all right...just as it was ... no more fretting, eh?"
"You ... you're not... not disgusted with me?" Richard questioned self-consciously, dropping his eyes from her face.
God! It was his every darling move and gesture that was destroying her! More sure of herself now, she glanced covetously at the swollen protrusion in the front of his pants. "Of course not, baby. It... it was just the initial shock ... but let's not talk anymore about it... I better start something for dinner. Just... just get rid of those pictures won't you? We wouldn't want him to find them when he gets back."
She stepped forward, lifting his firm chin with her finger and kissed him flush on the lips. "You're great, too, Richard, I'm sure we'll get along just fine."
Richard didn't try to understand the confused excitement that charged through him at the softly brushing touch of her parted lips against his own. He said: "Does that mean that... that you're going to be my Mother while Dad is gone? And maybe later ... ?"
His questioning expression and hope filled eyes were tinder on an already glowing fire! Priscilla swallowed tightly as she retreated toward the door, desperately controlling her emotions. "We'll see...just get rid of those pictures!"
CHAPTER TWO
Richard had decided not to destroy his pictures, only hide them away safely; they were too hard to come by ... good ones that is, with hair on their pussies and everything! You could always get the other kind from one of the men's magazines, but he'd bought these from Zachary and they were the real thing. Besides, he wasn't going to beat his meat anymore where he could get caught, only at night when he was in bed, and with the lousy door closed.
He moved along the hallway toward the kitchen thinking what a terrific person Priscilla Covington was. Not only in personality and understanding, but in looks. Wow! She certainly had big wonderful tits ... full and pointed ... and they'd been flattened right up against him not more than an hour ago. He wondered, grinning, what Zachary Archer'd say when he heard that? The big slob, he was so stinking wise and big-time with his pot smoking and claiming to screw old Lucy Rand, that fat-ass. He'd bet he could get Lucy if he wanted to. She was always smiling at him in algebra class ... but even the thought of her made him nauseous as he heard Priscilla in the kitchen preparing dinner. Man, he'd never seen anyone who could match her! She could probably be a movie star if she wanted! Wait'll old Zachary got an eyeful of her. Maybe, he wouldn't be so crappy wise about him not being dry behind the ears and not knowing what a cunt looked like, just because he was two years younger.
God, he hoped Priscilla wouldn't say anything to Dad about catching him! She'd said she wouldn't, but he knew about grownups, the way they discussed stuff between themselves ... pretending to keep secrets and never doing it at all. Dad might blow his top entirely... not take it the way she had. Anyway, he shouldn't have been jacking off. Some people said it even drove a guy crazy if he did it too much ... but he didn't ... maybe only three or tour times a week, and that didn't seem like a lot. Damn, he wished he could stop, but he couldn't seem to, no matter how much he made up his mind that he wasn't going to anymore.
"Hi, Priscilla ... anything I can do?" he said, walking into the kitchen just as she raised the cocktail glass to her pretty lips.
"No, darling. Everything's under control. I'm going to wait a little while before I put the steaks on the grill."
She was smiling, her big eyes all filled with way-out, tiny lights that seemed to grow brighter as he walked in. God, she was pretty, but not just in the face. Her legs were shaped the way the artists always made them in Playboy pictures, and ... wow, everything about her was so darned beautiful! When he grew up, he wanted a girl that looked just like her! He'd marry her, too ... and then, they'd probably do it together ... Man!
"You said you sometimes made martinis for your Dad, Richard," she reminded him, draining the glass in her hand. "Show me, now. I want to know how efficient my handsome young ... ward, is going to be." She couldn't think of him as a son.
"Sure," he said, suddenly pausing. "Ward? What's that?"
"Oh ... a charge ... a person one looks after for someone else, perhaps."
He grinned. "Does that mean that you might marry my Dad?"
Priscilla continued to smile with an effort. "I think so. I believe you and I can get along. Does that please you, Richard?"
"Yeah!" he replied, moving toward the small corner bar and looking back at her. "It sure does!" he lied.
The beautiful teacher swallowed tightly. She was making a mistake and she knew it, but she couldn't help herself. God, what she needed was a drink!
Richard was amazed at the crazy feelings charging through him at her words. He'd wanted his Dad to marry again - and Priscilla was so nice - but crap, if she was his mother? Wow! He picked up the bottle of gin and poured the way he did when Dad had company. If only she kept her word now and didn't say anything to his father about catching him doing it, then, he'd know he could trust her, wouldn't he? But she wouldn't tell; he felt certain about that. She was too terrific! Man, what a pretty woman she was! He just wished he was old enough to interest her. You know, holding hands, kissing... maybe letting him feel her breasts. Right away he started thinking about something else because his penis had begun to stir.
Priscilla was little more than slightly conscious of what she was preparing for dinner. The thought struck her that her training as a girl was going to pay off after all. How many meals had she cooked as a mere school girl... ten-thousand ... more? God, she didn't want to remember! The grinding years of poverty ...
She took the cigarette from the ashtray and dragged on it, then she sipped heavily from the martini Richard had made for her. If ever she needed a drink ... !
Good God, what was she going to do? To stay here meant disaster! She felt certain of it. Her five long years of abstinence at Knowles was a joke, wasn't it? The tingling fermentations still alive in her belly and dully throbbing pussy were the ultimate proof! Nothing had changed for her, she'd put nothing to rest! She was still the same girl her stepfather had walked in on that night in the barn.
God! Why was it she laid everything to that night? He hadn't been viciously brutal! If he'd hurt her that much she might nurse some hatred inside her now for him, but she didn't! For his act, yes, but for him, no! Poor man, he'd been frantic with need, steeped in beer most of his wakened hours to endure his life, the sweat of his day caked on him when he'd stomped into the dim barn where she was gathering eggs.
That night, she had been with Joe Davis, a boy from a neighboring farm, the only boy friend she had ever known. She was twelve and pretty. He had whispered to her often enough that summer, and nothing else seemed to matter. She loved him, she knew. He was filling the gap the death of her father had left. He said sweet things and his hair was a rusty-brown as her father's had been; he held her close to him and talked of times when they would go far away to exotic places. His shoulders were broad, his eyes alive with exuberant excitement about the way it was going to be for them. That night, the young girl hadn't been able to help herself when he'd kissed her and she'd felt the warm presence of his trembling hand suddenly beneath her skirt, moving ever ... ever upward, at last to her panties, his other arm tightly engulfing her, his hand caressing her breast while his mouth remained glued on her own openly receptive one. They'd forgotten about gathering the eggs.
She recalled, as she picked up her drink and gulped from it, the near-frenzied sensations that had raced through her belly to the depths of her very body! Dear God! She had been like a depraved little animal, hadn't she? How badly she had wanted him to know the meaning of her desire for him ... ! But, had it been for him, or what he represented to her? Even now, she couldn't truthfully answer that. All that she remembered was grasping his hand and leading him from the hen nests toward the old mattress that lay in the corner... the old mattress that the dog slept on ... and she had melted down onto it, raising her skirt in the dim half-light to wriggle out of her panties. Joe dropped to his knees before her bent, slightly spread legs to unbuckle and push down his jeans and shorts! There was hardly any way to recall that moment in its fullest! Her heart had been like a choking lump in her throat, pulsating madly there. The feel of his naked flesh against her own had been too much to comprehend! And then he was kissing her... lying on top of her with his hardened young cock probing awkwardly between her nakedly squirming buttocks, while his hot open mouth engulfed her own in a hungrily sucking motion. He guided his eagerly throbbing penis into her virginal young cunt with gentle tenderness, a slender, hard shaft of intoxicating delight! How long they had lain like that, exploring the wonderment of first sex, not moving at all but just feeling each other's heatedly pulsating flesh, she couldn't recall, but suddenly it had happened ... !
"Jesus Christ!" Her stepfather's unmistakable voice had cursed. "You little bitch! So this is what you do behind our backs, eh?"
What had she said? She couldn't remember beyond the gasp of utter horror that had filled her! And wasn't that the way Richard must have felt when he had discovered her standing there ... ? Yes, she had read the shock and shame on his face ... and perhaps that had been the reason for her own understanding.
"Whore ...,bitch! We gave you a home, a place to call your own and this is our thanks! Get up, you sonofabitch!" he'd sworn at Joe. "Get up and out of here! Quick, goddamn you, before I call the cops!"
Of course, Joe had! She could still see him stumbling toward the doorway as he hauled up his pants ... perhaps a funny scene ... but not then and not to her, watching him race down the road clinging to himself.
"You little slut!" Her stepfather, Sam, had spat down at her where she lay still obscenely spread open and exposed before him. "So ... it's a fuck you want, eh? A piece of cock! All right, you're going to get it, kid. Man cock! And it looks like it's time that you did!"
His filthy four-letter words had rung through her head, ugly sounds that she had only heard in lewd jokes at school. Yet in the wake of the pleasurable sensations Joe's young penis had given her, they had stimulated some unexpected excitement within as she stared breathlessly up at this heavy-set, coarse man and saw him fumbling at the front of his pants.
Oh God! No! No. He wouldn't!
"Don't make a sound or I'll throttle you!" he hissed as he'd moved in between her half-spread naked thighs, pressing them further open with his callused hands against their smooth warmth and moving up over her until she'd felt as if she were opened up down there to the whole world! "You ever been fucked ... really fucked, I mean?"
"Oh ... no ... my God, no! Please, Sam ... don't... ? Mother's in the house there!"
"Don't beg me! Because you're going to get it! Yeah ... ! I'm going to fuck you, kid! But I'll be as easy as I can if you cooperate," he whispered hoarsely, "Keep those pretty legs wide open ... and don't be afraid! Just relax ... I won't hurt you much ... and give me cunt when I tell you to, you hear? Christ, I ain't had any in so long."
"Oh ... oh God ... !"
"You hear?"
"Y-Yes ... yes, I heard ..."
"Heard what?"
"Oh ... Sam, I heard you, please ..."
"What'd I say, bitch?"
"Oh ... to give you ... give you cunt... when you tell me."
He laughed obscenely. Then, contrary to everything he had said before, he admitted: "Damn, baby ... I don't want to hurt you ... I love you! God ... I've watched you running around the house in next to nothing, and those tight goddamned shorts ... watched you and wanted to fuck you 'till my balls ached! Shit! I've got to fuck you, baby ... now!"
Everything she had ever believed in from God to Santa Claus screamed within her that it couldn't happen ... but it had! Suddenly he had her hand and was pushing it firmly down between them to where his long thick cock dangled and brushed against her thighs and buttocks like some menacing weapon of war.
"Take hold of it!" he hissed, the smell of his breath still strong with beer. "Go on, take it in your hand!"
She had been too afraid not to. At the same time a lewd desire to actually feel its pulsating hardness in her hand had kept her from fighting his command. Hesitantly she had searched until its thick rigidity was hotly throbbing against her small palm and she was closing her fingers around it! But they wouldn't reach!
My God! She'd gasped in apprehensive astonishment! It was big... way beyond anything she had ever imagined ... terribly thick and long! Too big! It would never fit into her little vagina!
Sam had grunted and cursed foully at the feel of her small hand trying to encircle the massive thing, and suddenly he was moving his hips back and forth, causing the heavy layer of outer-skin to slide up and down his lust-thickened pole of rigid flesh. The lewd sensation fascinated her even as she trembled in loathsome fear of it.
"Put it in! Shit, put it in your pussy, baby!" he hissed chokingly.
"Oh ... oh God no ... it'll kill me, Sam ... please no ... don't... It's wrong!"
"Damn you!" he'd snarled, jerking his impatiently pulsing cock from her hand to wield it into position at the tight little opening of her vagina as she cringed beneath him, until she felt the probing expanded head of the lust-swollen rod teasing her wetly sensitive pussy lips. Separating the silken pubic hairs, his hardened shaft gradually insinuated itself into the tiny entrance of her cunt.
"Oh God! Sam ... Sam ... no! No! No!"
"Shit, I can't stop now! No way, kid! Just keep your ass right there! It won't hurt... only a little at first... but not much, eh? Damn, I got to fuck you, baby!"
The first expanding pain had struck her then, registering in her brain with the agony of an electric jolt as his long thick cock made that penetrating wedge at the tiny ovaled mouth of her cuntal passage, stretching the genital opening unbelievably ... and she started to scream in pain - feeling as though she was being ripped apart.
His coarse hand immediately had covered her mouth, muffling any sound, while his eager hips relentlessly pressed forward, driving his thickened hardness into her. He held his hand over her mouth to stifle her whimpers and cries while he began to move the rigid length of solidly hammering cock flesh in and out of her horribly stretched little vagina. His hips and buttocks worked feverishly as she clutched at his strong workingman's arms in total torment, his assurance of gentleness forgotten in his mounting lust.
Remembering that harrowing night, Priscilla drained her martini glass, and poured another. Richard had gone to put some records on the phonograph. She realized that it was at that very moment, when Sam's long heavy cock had introduced untold agony into her tight little cunt, that she had first known terrifying abhorrence of the adult male ... a detest and fear-filled loathing that was to grow in proportion over the years rather than diminish. Destroyed were all the intimate and sensuous tingles that Joe Davis had aroused inside her tender young flesh, and in their place had raged sheer torturing pain that was to leave its indelible scars to this day ... and make of her what she was!
That the tight little hole up between her legs had eventually become acclimated to Sam's huge cock that terrible night no longer amazed her now that her adult sex education had enlightened her as to the capacity of the female vagina. But how she had masochistically arrived at that weird stage of confused painful pleasure had never made sense to her. All the same, she had been brutally raped and the memory was still detestable and horrifying.
Sam had levered himself above her as she whimpered helplessly beneath him, using long smooth strokes to drive his lust-thickened penis its entire length into her moistly wide-stretched young pussy. While his knees pressured outwardly against the soft inner flesh of her widespread thighs, her sensuous young body reacted of its own volition to the confusingly lewd sensations his adult fucking was raising inside her. It was an insane, maddeningly sweet torment that made her want him even as she hated him. She'd gouged her nails in the hard flesh of his arms in self-loathing, the defenselessness of her obscenely positioned body sending chills of licentious excitement to spiral the length of her spine. Then the sudden quickened tempo of his long thick cock began longer thrusts into her wetly dilated pussy.
"All right, baby ... give me cunt!" he gasped down at her. "You want it now, don't you!" He taunted obscenely. "Come on, give it to me ... now!"
Priscilla knew she would despise him for this outrage all of her life, scorn him and all men for the helpless slave-machine he was making of her young tender body! Yet as he increased his pace and the length of his stroke into her, she had felt her whole body responding in unwanted, twisted rapture, and she had begun to squirm and writhe under him. He had dropped his mouth to hers then, and uncontrollably, she thrust her tongue upward between his lips to be sucked as sensual moans of pleasure gurgled out of her throat. Subconsciously, she began to raise up to him in simultaneous rhythm with his every downward plunge, knowing that her desire-aroused face was grimacing wantonly in strange new found lust, while her mouth opened and closed against his lips and her nostrils flared wildly.
To this day, Priscilla couldn't believe the sluttish performance her stepfather had drawn from her chaste young body that evil night. In time, her hatred for him had gradually faded, but her contempt and disdain for the adult male lived on with her. She had long since satisfied herself that she had not been responsible; her inexperienced young physical body had overwhelmed and taken command of her mental powers ... His hotly throbbing cock thrusting hard and deep up into the tender sanctuary of her belly had completely incapacitated her sense of reason.
Through the still tormenting pain, an indefinable, rapturous pressure had suddenly begun to build inside her pussy and belly, until she was matching his battering thrusts with uninhibited thrashings. She'd started to whimper loudly and toss her head back and forth in frightened, if, ecstatic confusion.
Help me ... ! I-I'm going to burst open ... ! Now ... noowwwwwww!"
But he'd done little more than clamp his heavy hand over her mouth while the tears streamed down her cheeks and impossibly wild sensations raced through her belly with shattering force! Convulsing and writhing in a spasmodic frenzy, she'd felt him continue to pound into her climaxing cunt, finally blurting his own warning.
"Goddamn, kid! I-I'm gonna cum ... fuck yes! Nowwwwwww!"
Instantly, she'd felt his tormenting cock-head flaring into super hugeness, threatening to mangle her intricate young organs ... and then, it began to squirt! She felt the hot spasming liquid shooting into her ravished womb like unending streams of molten lava. In terrified delight she whimpered beneath him as his long adult cock continued to shoot its thickly searing jets of sperm in seemingly never-ending spurts, until it overflowed from her forever stretched vaginal channel to dribble back out of her swollen cunt lips to saturate both of them.
Oh God, she thought now in retrospect, was it any wonder that she had never been able to face Joe Davis again ... or want even the slightest association with any of the boys at school? It had been over a year before warm memories of Joe and the exhilaratingly tender sensations his young slender cock had given her began to haunt her in bed at night. She'd found herself taunting her clitoris climactically to those enticing thoughts and visions. Sometimes, she even imagined that she had younger boys with small, painless little cocks that she could kiss and fondle before placing them inside her vagina to tickle and gently prod her there.
It was then, wasn't it... then, in her mind when it had all begun... the wicked, uncontrollable desire that was to remain and grow like cancerous tentacles, completely enslaving her entire being.
God almighty! She needed another drink!
"Look-how about letting me do the steaks, Priscilla?"
The beautiful teacher jumped and the full martini glass sloshed. God, she'd been so lost in the agonies of the past, she hadn't heard the boy come back into the kitchen.
"After all. I have to be the man of the house for a while," he grinned. "I'd like to - honest. You like yours rare, the way Dad does?"
She nodded dumbly, dabbing at the counter with a napkin. Watching the beautiful blond boy put on his father's barbecue apron and carry the steak laden platter out to the patio with a laughably imitative air, sent new thrills chasing up her alcohol-weakened spine. He was so like Ed - with the one important difference that titillated her so dangerously - he was so young, so beautifully and innocently young.
He'd have a small boy-size penis, a lovely satin-skinned little hardness that would probe so deliciously up inside her love-starved vagina. Oh God! Priscilla's hand shook as she raised the glass and drained it. She had to stop thinking about it!
But suddenly - that subject was all she could think about. She leaned against the kitchen counter a little unsteadily and watched young Richard through the windows. He was happily whistling the tune on the record player while he broiled the steaks on the patio grill.
The steady, insistent music was conjuring up more memories in her fuzzy head. It was an alarm signaling the start of something she had to stop - but couldn't. Maybe on any other evening, any other time, the tormented teacher might have been able to control her thoughts but not now. Able Garner, her college thesis advisor, came unbidden into her head.
Priscilla could still see her thin yellow nightie, cut short so that it fell just above the middle of her trim thighs. That night Able had come to her apartment; the gown was half opened, not enough to expose her full breasts, but enough that the gentle curving swell of each soft mound peeked from inside the gauzy fabric. In terror that he might carry out his threats, Priscilla had half-heartedly pulled the sides of her gown together.
"G'evening, Priscilla. I'm here about the ... ah ... discussion we had. Do you remember?" The tall, oily-complected man in the hallway couldn't keep his eyes straight ahead and kept stealing quick glances at the full womanly curves barely concealed in her short nightie. He looked like any run-of-the-mill professor, dressed in tweeds and a turtleneck. Strangely, his hands were huge and rough, covered with a down of black hair, with muscles even on his knuckles. He looked about forty, maybe older, and foreign maybe. Priscilla wondered for a moment if he could be serious even after that awful conversation yesterday. She'd prayed that maybe he'd only been trying to scare her - but here he was! Come to collect on the bargain she'd so foolishly made. His silence and her degree for her body! Oh dear God! He didn't even look the type!
"Uh ... well, I guess," Priscilla stammered after less than enough thought, feeling suddenly very stupid and very, very naked as this professor eyed her openly. She was standing right in front of him with hardly anything on and wondered for an instant, only an instant, if she was really enjoying it, enjoying the obvious charge she could bring this disgusting blackmailer, enjoying giving him a taunting, teasing peek of something she'd freely given that young boy yesterday. She dismissed those crazy thoughts, and motioned toward the door. She turned to go to the bedroom, and could feel his eyes on her backside as she walked away, the bottom of her nightie just an inch too short to cover the soft pink cheeks of her sensuous buttocks as they rubbed together when she walked. The frightened apprentice teacher knew he could see an inviting crescent of each, and the taut bind of her panties tucked tightly in her anal crevice.
Priscilla knew his eyes were on her, but not until she heard the latch turn on the door did she realize she'd made a terrible mistake! He was going to force her to keep that bargain!
He hadn't vanished when she turned around, he was still standing there by the front door, not saying anything, just watching. "You're not going to ... ?" she managed the courage to ask, clutching the sides of her gown together as if that offered some measure of protection from this intruder.
The professor first said nothing, a sinister grin slowly stretching from one of his bushy sideburns to the other, revealing a row of confidently smiling teeth.
"What do you want?" Priscilla wasn't face to face with the inevitable yet; it all seemed to unreal, too fantastic. Any minute now, this man would laugh and say it was all a big joke, or maybe he'd just go away. Yes, that's it, maybe if I'm firm enough, he'll just go away. This can't be really happening! This sort of thing happens only in the movies, but not to real people! She tried not to panic, not to lose control. She knew everything would be all right if she kept the upper hand; she couldn't show her fear. Like staring down a mad dog, she couldn't let him know she was afraid. "You'll have to get out of here!" She hoped that was convincing, but she knew the cracking tremble in her words was giving her away.
The professor finally spoke. "Don't talk to me like that, bitch. You're all alone ... nobody knows about yesterday but you and me. Just the two of us." He grinned wider and laughed hoarsely under his breath. He stepped a couple of paces toward her and she could see the bolt was thrown on the door. She wondered if anyone would hear her if she screamed, if someone would call the police if she cried for help. But she remembered ... this was her punishment for yesterday. She was alone, alone with this horrible man!
"You needn't be scared," he continued, inching closer with every word, "I've not plans to hurt you. You just do what you're told and nothing'll happen to you. You be nice and everything will work out just fine, just fine." He was only a couple of feet away now, and Priscilla could feel her flesh tremble, a hard lump frozen in her chest as she waited, paralyzed, numbed and breathless with fear. She wracked her brain for an answer, for a way out, even for an explanation, but her mind just wouldn't work. Every cell in her body was dead-still with fright.
"How can you ... a professor ... do this? It was a mistake ... I explained."
"How can you seduce a boy... a child... let's just say I know what I want... and if you want your degree ..."
Priscilla stepped back into the bedroom, bracing herself still with one hand on the door jamb, "But why?" Her curiosity was somehow momentarily stronger than her growing fear -she had to know why this animal wanted her. "Tell me!" she cried, "Tell me! I want to know why."
The oily-skinned man stepped toward her, and she backed hastily into the bedroom. She stopped only when her knees touched the edge of the bed. The swarthy professor reached out to her, gripped the flimsy gauze of her nightie in his muscular hand and, with a quick twist, yanked the thin garment from her smooth shoulders and cast it aside. She stood all but naked before his eagerly probing eyes, her bare flesh a mass of goose-bumps, only the soft mound of her cringing young pussy still hidden from his coldly appraising stare by her thin panties.
"Please, please," she begged, and her melon-shaped breasts heaved with every agonizing plea, "You can't do this! Please ... you can't do this awful thing to me!" Piteous tears streamed from the corner of her eyes as she spoke. But the blackmailer was not ready yet for the task he had planned for his helpless prey.
"You shouldn't mind too much, bitch ... maybe I'm not as good-looking as that pretty young boy you let get in your pants yesterday, but I've got something between my legs he couldn't hope to match." He grinned wider and patted the swelling bulge along the inside of his thigh affectionately; it seemed to rustle like a caged snake. Priscilla's mouth dropped open and her eyes widened with terror.
"You thought you and that child had a little secret, didn't you? Well, it's no secret now. And, if I have any trouble with you, we'll just have to let the college in on it too. How'd you like that? Do you think the college and the boy's parents would appreciate hearing about what went on yesterday afternoon?" His open palm touched her naked breast, his fingers brushing lightly against her upturned, quivering nipple, and a shiver of terror rippled through her chest and knotted in her belly.
"No ... n-no, please ... I don't know why or how it happened - but you've got to leave me alone. I'll forget you were ever here ... please, you don't want to do this, do you? Please!" She tried to back away, but the bed blocked her escape. His hand cupped tightly around the gentle mound of her right breast, the soft flesh kneaded in his tight grip. "Oh God, no, please ... please! I'll pay you... I'll pay you anything you say if you'll just go and never come back!"
He laughed in her face, "You're going to pay me, all right. You're going to pay me well and often for keeping my mouth shut. You're going to pay me like I want to be paid. Get down on the floor. On your knees, cunt!"
Priscilla remembered everything she'd ever read about moments like this. All the stories of extortion she'd ever read came flooding into her mind. She knew to fight back was hopeless; he was undoubtedly a dozen times her match, and she'd only make him mad. No, she couldn't fight back. There was no choice but to obey his every order, to subjugate herself like a two-dollar whore off the streets. One mistake - just one terrible mistake ... and here she was, kneeling at the feet of this predator, completely at his mercy. She was his property now, his to use and abuse as he deemed fit, and there was nothing she could do to stop it. But, even in this nightmare moment, even in this endless agony of humiliation and despair, she couldn't keep her mind off what he'd said. He'd promised to let her finish her degree and get her credential... and she had to ... her whole life depended on it. She couldn't go back to the farm ... she couldn't!
He was out of his pants and undershorts now, still wearing his shirt and shoes, naked from the waist to his ankles. He made a ludicrous spectacle, but Priscilla wasn't in any position to laugh. To her, he was a monster, a vicious rabid animal holding her at bay ... ready make his move, and the moment had come.
What made the moment even sweeter for Able Garner was the terror in her face. He would have this haughty little cunt completely at his beck and call. He smiled with anticipation, not just at what was about to come, but at the sweet, delicious repetition of just what he wanted when he wanted it. Oh, bitch, you're going to pay... you're going to pay like you wouldn't believe!
His whole front was hairy; thick, steel-wool curls blanketed his chest and belly and funneled down to his loins. His hand fondly rubbed the soft penis hanging from the coarse thicket, and, as if on command, the frightening staff began to swell and grow. That same evil grin, more of a triumphant sneer, spread across his face as the hardening organ grew larger and larger. "You like that? That's not the kind of stuff you're used to, right? We've always grown them big in our family. That's why we have no trouble keeping our women ... they can't find better than what they've got at home." He had the expression of an evil schoolboy bragging about his report card; he was proud of his massive male organ. It was about all he had left in life since he'd been passed over for department head, and he knew it put him a notch above most men. He knew any woman would be ecstatic at the chance to be on the pumping end of his penis; he knew there wasn't a woman alive who could resist him, once she caught a glimpse of the number of inches he had to offer.
Priscilla was on her knees, nakedly vulnerable at this depraved animal's feet. She tried not to look up at his nakedness, to shut her eyes and keep away the nauseating reality of its presence. She could feel its throbbing, blood-purple head brushing against her head; nuzzling through her red curls. It was fully erect now, and the head was completely out of its elastic-like sheath and ready ... ready for what she knew was inevitable. It was like some drug-induced nightmare, like those awful dreams when you feel yourself falling and can't do anything to stop it. She knew what he wanted ... she knew only too well, but, the longer she could shut it out of her life, the longer she could stay alive. She knew that what he wanted of her would be so awful, she might not ever get over it. She knew that, even if he didn't physically harm her, the memory of this moment would hang over her the rest of her life.
"What the hell are you waiting for, bitch? Don't tell me you've never sucked cock before! Maybe you've never sucked a real one, not one like this ... only baby cocks. It's all yours, and you'd better suck it good and clean. I want those lips of yours sucking like a couple of motor pumps. I want you sucking until this aching you've caused in my nuts for so long is gone, do you understand?"
Priscilla turned her face away from the thick menacing pole of hardened flesh that was level with her face; her eyes were still closed.
"No games, this time, cunt! You suck it nicely ... or I'm going to fuck you in the ass until you split like a ripe piece of fruit! You hear me, girl?" His tone was unmistakably real; there could be no doubt that he meant every word he said.
He grabbed the side of her head, his fingers twisted in her hair and positioned her right in front of his lust-thickened penis. Still, her lips were tightly closed. The blackmailing professor's fingers wound viciously in her hair, and the kneeling young teacher cried out from the sudden searing pain that shot across her scalp. It felt as if all her hair was coming out by the roots.
"You'd better open up. I'm tired of waiting!"
Her lips parted, and he rammed his heavy-veined white shaft home, slamming it forward with a quick snap of his hair-covered loins. The long thick pole of flesh slid over her tongue and rammed against the back of her throat, poking painfully against the tender flesh of her throat passage. She gagged on its immense thickness and choked for air, but he wasn't satisfied yet.
"Relax those throat muscles ... or I'll choke you, goddamn it!"
Priscilla gasped an unintelligible plea, unable to breathe, as the enormous penis filled her mouth and throat completely, leaving no room for precious air to enter her lungs.
"I mean it, you fucking idiot! Relax and it'll go right down. Relax your throat, bitch! Do you want to choke to death?"
The terrified young girl managed to do as he told her, and, as he'd promised, the hotly throbbing knob squirmed easily down her gagging throat. She could feel it far down in her, filling her completely, impaling her through her tightly ovaled lips as she stretched her mouth to accommodate his massive hardness. She was lower than the lowest, she was just a receptacle for his lust, just a nakedly squirming container for his seething passion, an inanimate soulless tool for this savage maniac to degrade and abuse! She felt the tears on her cheeks, tried to stop them, but couldn't. There seemed nothing else to do but face this nightmare head on and get it over as soon as possible. She knew that to delay only harmed her chances of coming through this lunacy alive. Her whole world right now was shoved roughly against her face, her face untouched with makeup. This animal's wiry loins were ground hard against her face, his pubic hairs brushing her eyelids and tickling the edges of her lips. Oh, merciful God, this can't be really happening! This can't be real!
He watched her carefully, noting every movement, every naked, precious square inch of the young redhead's body. His hands slid to her bare shoulders. They were softly warm, like flesh-colored velvet... he could feel the crinkly, shame-hardened tips of her nipples, crowning peaks of her proud young breasts that jutted out to rub against his bare legs. He grabbed her head again and worked her wetly rounded lips back and forth faster on his thick pulsating hardness. She took his cue quickly, not willing to resist him any longer, ready to do anything, anything to end this horrible, vile act and search for an excuse to go on living!
"Mmmmmmmmm ... that's better, baby. Now suck it... suck it good!"
Priscilla gagged every time his long hard penis tunneled down her throat passage brushing the sides of her gullet, filling the narrow channel with its huge, blood-engorged head. She could feel the muscles of her throat milking the vicious shaft with every downward thrust, and she knew what effect these constrictions were having on this madman. She could feel his cock grow even harder, even thicker, as swirling, lust-heated blood filled the turgid organ and his seething pool of cum grew more and more inflamed in his huge swaying balls.
"Almost there, baby ... almost there!"
Those words stopped her heart, froze her still with the agonizing disgust of a helpless, ravished tramp... he was going to do it! This horrible man was going to shoot his heated sperm deep down into her helpless throat! Oh God, what can I do? What can I do?
Able felt the flood coming... he made no move to hold it back; he'd waited long enough for this moment! He hoped it would last a long time... he hoped his swollen balls would disgorge enough seething sperm to fill this perverted little bitch's mouth, to swirl down her throat passage and into her belly. He'd give her something to remember him by; she'd long remember his load sloshing around in her belly! She'd never forget this as long as she lived. His hands squeezed her head once more, holding her ovalled young mouth pinned tight against his loins, her face crushed in his sweat-curled pubic hair. He rammed his cock far, far down her throat, straining to reach to her belly.
"Here it comes," he growled, as he felt his release starting its long, delicious run down the thick shaft of his cock. He stopped dead as it reached the swollen, hard-throbbing knob at the end, hesitated an instant, then exploded against the sides of her throat and swirled down into her belly in thick, gulping waves of cum.
"Now, baby! Suck it hard, suck every drop of it, you cunt! Suck it!"
Priscilla swallowed again and again and again, every choking gulp oozing down her throat like a thick, creamy soup. She hated herself, hated this animal, hated the world for allowing this to happen! She'd dropped, God, plummeted, to the bowels of the earth! Nothing could drag her lower than this moment in time ... nothing could ever be the same after this minute, never could she live down the awful shame of what she felt in this brief instant. If she could ever forgive this lust-crazed savage, she could certainly never forgive herself for the undeniable sensation of masochistic joy she sensed ever so faintly in her belly. It was there, there could be no denying, not to herself... a warmly glowing knot creeping upward from the junction of her naked thighs, an all-too-familiar warmth that was seconded by the slick wetness she felt oozing down between her traitorous legs. She sucked hard, harder than she knew she had to ... she swallowed in gushing, sloshing waves his savagely jetting fluid. Her arms were suddenly behind his thighs, holding his naked loins in close to her lips until every searing drop was drained into her throat.
It seemed minutes before she could gain the strength, the will to turn her head from where she'd fallen on the bedroom carpet. She could barely breathe, her breasts were crushed beneath her, her throat still half-blocked with the blackmailer's warm seminal fluid. The professor was pulling up his zipper, the last step in putting his clothes back on. That same triumphant grin was smeared across his face, but he seemed less menacing now, as if nothing could seem frightening after the last few minutes. He said nothing, brushed down the still lumpy swell in his pants and walked away.
He turned at the locked doorway. "Remember, baby, you tell our little secret, and I'll tell yours - about yesterday. And, there's nothing I don't know ... remember that." He unbolted the door and stepped into the hall. He could still see Priscilla's voluptuous body lying almost lifelessly on the bedroom floor, her nakedly rounded ass-cheeks clenched from the all-consuming shame she felt, but she didn't move. She couldn't believe he was going, she wouldn't let herself even hope that this nightmare was over, that this monster was out of her life. He paused one last moment. "So long, sweetheart. You'll be hearing from me!"
And she had! Oh dear God, the hundreds of times she'd suffered Able Garner's abuses that last year before the credential freed her forever. But he'd only freed her from men. Nothing could free her, it seemed, from this terrible passion for boys - boys like the darling Richard.
"Come and get it! Steak's ready!" he called from the patio, shattering the terrible memories.
Priscilla set her glass down and walked unsteadily to the patio door.
CHAPTER THREE
After dinner Priscilla had consumed several pony-glasses of Cointreau, finally switching to Scotch and soda, and was well aware that she was drinking too much. Each one had led to another, the numbing vice seeming as much of a proclivity for her as the other perversion itself, as if there might be some evil kinship between them; yet in her liquor-hazed mind she refused to accept this as a fact.
The beautiful teacher had imbibed since college, not so indulgently in those days, of course, intemperance developed with time - though she hardly thought of herself as an alcoholic - but even then, in liquor she had discovered escape and some twisted measure of solace from her maddening desires, ever denying to herself that one inclination nurtured the other, just as she refused to believe it at that very moment.
She sat alone in Ed's living room. Richard was supposedly doing homework in his room. A tiny ripple of excitement sent a chill along her spine as she contemplated what he might be doing instead. Her mind quickly filled with excitement as she recalled the masturbating scene she had caught him in that afternoon ... his slender young cock clenched so tightly in his hand, his soft little balls dancing erotically to the rhythm of his vigorous stroking. God, what a provocative sight he had made lying there ... even now in retrospect... !
Priscilla shook her head as if to throw off the prurient mental scene. Damn, she mustn't let it take charge of her! Already, things had gone too far... past experience should be warning enough ... but she couldn't seem to help herself! God, had she ever been able to? Even when she'd first met Ed the almost uncontrollable drive had grown to monstrous proportions inside her; but it had been his obvious feeling for her, just as she had admired him in a restrained way, that led to their pattern of dating, non-intimate associations that had continued until now. She knew that he loved her, but the scars left from the horrible raping by Sam - plus the ugly memories of having to keep Able satisfied the remainder of her time in college by his threatening to expose the truth to that first boy's parents - balanced against her private visions of little boys and their beautiful young penises as she fingered her lewd writhing body in the darkness of her own room, were overpowering. Beyond a kiss, there had been little sensual familiarity between Ed and her, and her whole being, in fact, recoiled at the mere thought... for he was a big and strong shouldered man... even larger than her stepfather.
It was then, she remembered in high school, that she purposely had begun teaching Sunday School to gain experience with children where she had been able to make her seductions of small boys. She'd learned quickly that while the p re-puberty darlings were delicious, they couldn't maintain an erection nor ejaculate, and it was the pungent nectar of the latter that she very soon came to maddeningly desire.
Thinking back on it, it was almost unbelievable to realize she had never been found out during those earlier days, and probably the worst thing that could have happened. Her mind had become preoccupied with the insane impulse corrupting her.
It was in Kansas City, after a blatant seven years, that she had finally been discovered and accused when the twelve year old boy in question had told his parents everything and she had been confronted with undeniable evidence. For the sake of the boy, the depraved situation had been hushed up, but, of course, she had been immediately dismissed.
Later, at Knowles in St. Louis, Priscilla had vowed to put an end to her mad craving, and God knows, somehow she had accomplished it! She had held her place there for five years, regarded with esteem by both students and faculty. No one ever knew the agonies she'd endured alone in her room at night to maintain that reputation.
Perhaps, she'd been a fool ... just as she was being an idiot to expose herself to the temptation of Richard Harley, but then, as now, she couldn't help herself.
So, here she was, faced with the identical crisis she had endured so many times in the past ... and waging a losing battle she knew ... only this time her victim was less than the son of the most noble man she had ever met... a handsome blond-haired sweet male child with a magnificent little cock that she couldn't banish from her mind!
Oh, dear God! What was to become of her? Ooohhh ... ! It didn't matter, did it? Nothing else mattered ... only that she possess him ... fondle and kiss him while she held his warmly pulsating penis in her hand ... and finally ... finally to kiss and suck it ... until the seething sperm from his virile teenage loins spurted wildly into her mouth and throat!
God! She had to have another drink!
Meanwhile, in the other room, Richard was having trouble concentrating on his theme. The beautiful redheaded teacher and her sensually exciting body were an unrelenting vision in his mind. His thoughts kept returning to her, interrupting his train of study. Man, she was terrific, and she wouldn't say one word to his dad about what had happened ... not even in private, and he'd bet on it. Wow! Zack'd never believe it, even if he told him, but he didn't intend to. It was too embarrassing. All the same, he intended to say plenty about how beautiful she was and the way her tits and ass stuck out so nicely. Old Zack was going to be mighty jealous when he found out she was going to be his substitute mother and live right here alone with him for awhile ... though he'd probably never admit it.
Crap, just to think about her made his cock stiffen! He wished he was in bed ... he'd whack it a couple of times to teach it a lesson! He didn't need any pictures to look at when he could think about her; she was prettier than all of them anyway, and he'd bet that if she were lying here naked on this bed right now and he made comparison between the Playboy photographs and her that she'd make them all look like slobs ...
He closed his text-book and flipped off the desk lamp. Might just as well face it; he was just wasting his time trying to study. Besides ... he wanted to get into bed; his lousy dong was as hard as a fence rail! It was nine-thirty anyway and it'd be ten or after by the time he took his shower ...
He stood and went to the doorway. "Priscilla? Think I'll go to bed now ... after my shower! 'Night!"
"What ... to bed?" he heard her reply, then suddenly she appeared at the other end of the short hallway, a drink in her hand. She was smiling at him, looking so crazy-wild there in her mini dress. "I ... I didn't realize it was so late, Richard," she said thickly.
"It isn't really late ... I sometimes don't go to bed until eleven or later, even on school nights, but ... well I'm a little tired ... Anyway, I wanted to thank you for promising not to tell Dad," he said. "That was great ... and I won't forget."
She continued to smile. "That is our secret," she said softly. "Just yours and mine, darling."
He stared at her; there was something about her eyes that was almost like tongues of flame lighting them, a near-glimmering glow that he couldn't remember seeing there before, and the line tracing her full ripely red lips seemed harsher ... changing her soft appearance as he remembered it. "I ah ... I think I'll take my shower now ... see you, eh ... ?"
"Yes... yes, of course, darling. You go ahead ... do everything just as if your father were here ... and ... and later, I'll come in and check on you."
"Tuck me in?" Richard said grinning.
Priscilla laughed lightly. "I suppose ... tuck you in ... that's a warm phrase."
Richard closed the door and stood there momentarily. Cripes, he thought, she was too, too much! All she had to do was look at, or talk to him and his cock went crazy! It was as hard as a board! He was going to give it the old-business, all right, once he got into that bed ... but first, his shower!
Man, she was too much ... just too crazy much!
* * *
Priscilla moved around her room in a determined pattern of undressing. She had lost the futile struggle just as she knew that she eventually would, had lost to the maddening visions of his exciting young penis, the speculative image of him completely naked licentiously permeating her inflamed mind. Lascivious tingles of anticipation raced like wind devils through her belly as she unhooked her brassiere to free her ripely straining breasts, their rose-crested nipples immediately leaping into distended hardness to the caressing brush of cooler air.
She could hear the rushing sound of the shower as she smoothed her soft hands downward over her ribs and satin-skinned belly to the waistband of her panties, her brain conjuring a mental image of his youthfully naked form glistening beneath the spray. Dear God! She had to possess him, to love and caress him ... to suck his delicious young cock! Damn the consequences! For five long years she had tormentingly deprived herself, and to what advantage?
Ed... God, forgive me, but I've got to have him ... got to, or lose my mind entirely! She slipped her sheer panties down over her smoothly rounded buttocks, slowly brushing them floor-ward along the smooth ivory columns of her firm thighs and tapered legs. The little motion caused her naked breasts to jiggle and sway enchantingly as the wisp of nylon fell around her feet. Uncontrollably her hands descended from the tiny bowl of her belly into the red triangle of soft curls that sparsely covered her pubic mound, following the slightly receding indentations where her thighs joined her pelvis until she was caressing her already moistened pussy lips.
The provocative act caused a shudder of anticipating delight to sweep over her naked flesh. And it was then that she heard the sound of his shower spray stop... He was finished ... drying off! Now ... now or never!
Her brain swam frenziedly as she walked quickly to the closet where she chose her green, sheer peignoir, then unleashed her hair to cascade down over her shoulders, framing her face alluringly. A dab of perfume behind each ear and between her breasts was her final touch before draining the Scotch glass and moving determinedly out into the hallway toward the young Richard's room ...
* * *
Richard toweled himself the silly thought of Priscilla coming to tuck him in tossing around in his brain. Of course, she'd been kidding ... either that or she figured him to be some kind of baby. Man, even his dad had stopped that routine years ago ... still, he couldn't help but hope that she might look in and say goodnight. She was sure something else, all right! He could well understand why dad liked her. His mom had been a knockout too, from her pictures, though he couldn't imagine her being any more beautiful than Priscilla was right now.
He wrapped the towel around his middle tucking its edge in to secure it, ran a comb through his unruly shock of blonde hair, flicked the light switch and stepped into the hall. The light still burned in the living room; she was probably reading ...
Holy Crap! He froze just inside his opened doorway, automatically checking the towel covering his nakedness, the sight of her standing there looking down at his school work taking him completely by surprise.
She half-turned to smile at him as she thumbed through the homework he'd not quite finished. He couldn't help but stare at that smile. Beautiful as it was... there was something different about... something almost weird ... crazy like in a hungry way, and especially in the wild sparks swimming in her eyes! He stood motionless, astonished to the point of being tongue-tied!
The drunken teacher turned slowly to face him and it was then that he realized what she was wearing ... all that she was wearing! Crap almighty! He could see right through her gown ... her big beautiful tits with their hard red nipples and all! He gasped aloud, his shocked young eyes moving down over her hazily curvaceous loveliness through the revealing folds of the diaphanous negligee! He could even see the hair on her pussy, red and exciting looking, an almost unbelievable sight... as if someone had penciled it in the way he did sometimes on girlie pictures. But there was no fake about what he was seeing! It was her real cunt hair, red and silky-like, just as those were her own real breasts jutting right out at him!
Man, he was either dreaming or flipping his gourd all the way! Whichever, his cock had jerked into an almost immediate hardness that was punching the towel out in front of him like a tent-pole!
"I came to tuck you in, darling," the beautiful teacher said huskily, gliding slowly across the room toward him, her smile ever prevalent while her spark-filled eyes grazed hungrily over him, at last to lock fixedly on the solid protrusion thrusting the towel out lewdly from his covered loins. "Don't be frightened ... I'm your friend, remember? We share a secret ... you and I ... don't we?"
Richard couldn't have moved had he wanted to! He stood as if frozen, a choking gasp emitting from his throat in answer to her questions. Crap, he had to be dreaming ... her near-naked breasts were coming right at his face as she closed in on him.
My God, he was beautiful, Priscilla's aroused brain appraised in liquor-hazed excitement. Just his nearness was sending wildly tingling sensations charging through her. Oh ... it was crazy, absolutely insane, but she had to touch him ... hold him ... feel the smoothness of his youthfully firm flesh against her hand ... in her mouth!
"You told me that you didn't have a girl friend, darling," she half-whispered, her soft hands reaching out to gently close around the young developing muscles of his arms, her excitement increasing when she realized that his eyes were fixed hypnotically on her breasts. "But now, you do ... because I'm going to be that girl friend, Richard ... your secret girl friend ... and we're going to have beautiful times together. Will you like that?"
"W-Will I ... you are?" he stammered her final question eluding him as he jerked his eyes up level with hers to see once more the glowing specks of sensuality swirling like whirlpools in them, a powerful shock surging through him at the contact of her warm smooth hands enclosing around the tensed muscles of his arms. Crap almighty! What was he doing? His cock was as hard as a ball-bat, and man, her beautiful pointed tits were almost touching him! What the devil was coming off anyway?
Priscilla's tiny tongue slipped out to moisten her dry lips nervously. She felt hot and flushed all over, her brain racing feverishly as she let one hand smooth down along his arm to his trembling hand, gently raising it and guiding it inside the flimsy gown to press invitingly against the soft warmth of her naked breast.
"Older girls are always more interesting, Richard ... and know how and when to do the right things," she hissed, moving her face nearer to his, until she could smell the clean aroma of soap from his naked and freshly youthful skin. "Like what I just did with your hand."
Momentarily, Richard was petrified. She was holding his hand pressed tightly against her tit! It felt as if the resilient mound of flesh was going to scorch a hole right into his palm! Crap almighty, he didn't know what to do or think ... her actual bare tit right in his hand! He was so tight inside that he couldn't even speak.
"You haven't said a word, baby," she whispered, taking her hand from his and suddenly drawing him inside her arms, his small hot palm still pressing against the tingling flesh of her breast. "Don't you like me?" she questioned excitedly, brushing her lips against the smooth down of his cheek as he began to timidly feel and cup the quivering warm flesh of her breast.
"Y-yes ... yes ... I do," he choked. "I ... I like you ... an awful lot!"
His hesitant revelation caused a delightful chill to ripple through her. She moved closer to him, until her almost naked thighs brushed the towel-covered tip of his swollen cock, smiling excitedly against his cheek while her hand moved of its own volition downward between them to touch him there.
"Oh darling ... do you like me!" she said hotly. "I can tell because your beautiful little penis is so hard!"
Richard grunted aloud, his tense body jerking compulsively at the contact of her hand with his painfully throbbing cock. He gasped again as he felt her thumb and forefinger tracing the outline of it gently, until abruptly, he was afraid he might lose control of his bladder right there, the sensation she was causing was so intense!
A tiny whimper of salacious lust escaped Priscilla as she explored its rigid hardness through the terry cloth material, but the suspense was too much! The frantically aroused teacher tugged away the towel, letting it fall to the floor between them while her hand returned to completely encircle the throbbing shaft of warm slender flesh. She heard him choke once more, his breath warm and sweet in her face as she began to gently stroke the outer layer of tender skin back and forth over its glans, the soft tickle of his sparse pubic hair deliciously taunting her thumb and forefinger when she pressed against the softer flesh at its base.
God, this was heaven ... holding his pulsing young penis in her hand while she ran the other over his firm youthful body ... kissing him and loving him! OOOOhhhh ... she was going out of her mind in her wildly building passion!
Richard knew that it had to be a dream, a crazy impossible wet dream ... but it was all happening ... because she was drawing him toward his bed ... until suddenly she was naked, her gown on the floor... completely and absolutely bare, with her big, melon-like breasts pointing right out at him, their little red nipples like cherries on the ends ... and ... and there it was! Her cunt! He could see the pink slit through the thin silky hair that was as red as that streaming over her shoulders! Then ... then, she was pulling him onto his back while she stayed raised on one elbow up over him.
He couldn't speak. His mouth and throat felt as if they had been swabbed out with cotton. He lay perfectly still as she leaned down and kissed his naked chest, running her quivering little wet tongue over his nipples until he thought they were going to pop like kernels of corn. His heart was thumping crazily in his chest while she moaned, breathing heavily all of the time, her soft warm breasts flattened against his ribs and belly and sending unbelievable shocks all through him!
Then, she was on her knees and spreading his legs apart to move between them, her beautiful fire-filled eyes fixed hungrily on his near-aching cock that was so stiff it almost slung up to his belly ... !
"Oh God!" she moaned. "It's beautiful, honey ... so beautiful!"
It was the first time that she had truly seen it without hindrance. It was actually more delightful than she had first believed ... some four and a half inches long, perhaps, and the thickness of a frankfurter, its excitedly throbbing head a rich glistening plum color at the tip where the tiny moist split creased it, the hood of its white foreskin hiding the enticing delicacy to give it all an air of erotic mystery.
Wild ripples of salacious delight fluttered through her belly as her greedy eyes filled themselves. Its stimulating entrancement, the youthful sparseness of his blondish pubic hairs added to her pleasure. And his balls were so nicely rounded with the obvious texture of velvet in their desire-tautened sac, again reminding her of large walnuts. Its dark seam-like ridge separated them and traced downward to disappear between his leanly youthful white buttocks.
God! Surely she would lose her mind! He was too beautiful to be real... or was it just that she had forgotten? It had been so long ... so long ... and she needed him so badly!
Oh Lord ... Lord ... Lord! She was lost, completely and totally, lost, wasn't she? But what did it matter ... ? Nothing mattered at that moment but the beautiful thirteen year old boy so nakedly exposed beneath her ... !
Priscilla lay down beside him. "Are you frightened, darling?" she whispered.
"A-A little ... maybe ..."
"Don't be, baby ... it's all right... I'm going to make you very happy ... the way girls are supposed to make boys happy," she assured him with a throaty, hissing voice, running her hand exploringly over his trembling young body. Feeling the sleek developing muscles, she investigated the secret hollows and crevices of him, her lips finally seeking his mouth to let her tongue play lightly over his own. She raised one full white thigh on top of his, pressing her silken, hair-covered pussy mound tight against his hip with a provocatively undulating motion. "Oh, I'm going to make you the happiest boy in the world, my pet. Do you want that... wild and beautiful sensations that will excite you so, until you could almost cry with joy?"
Richard could hardly breathe. He'd never been so keyed-up in his life. "I-I don't know ... ! I-I guess so! Crap, yes ... yes, I do!" he stammered tightly.
"Then, we'll have more secrets, you and I, like the one we already share, darling. Can you keep them ... as well as I kept yours?"
"S-Sure ... I-I keep secrets good!"
"That's wonderful, baby," she murmured against his cheek hotly as she ran her slender fingers through his heavy shock of hair; then she began to move up higher in the bed until her thrusting, hardened nippled breasts were even with his handsome young face. "And I will be your secret girl friend ... your real honest to goodness girl friend ... and I'll teach you how boys and girls make love," she went on as she gently caressed his cheek, ever drawing his face and mouth closer to the distended nipple of one palpitating breast that she cupped and held forth invitingly to him with her other hand. "You mustn't be afraid, darling ... this is part of boy and girl love ... kissing and sucking her breasts," she hissed excitedly, insane fermentations racing through her belly as she saw his delicious young lips part when her nipple brushed them, and she pressed it into his warmly trembling mouth.
"Ohhh, that's beautiful, baby," she moaned passionately. "You're going to be such a wonderful lover ... ! That's it, darling, don't be afraid! Suck it and feel of it with your tongue ... even bite it a little if you want to! Y-Yes ... like that... ! Oohhhh, take it in your hand and feel all over it... !" The drunken teacher gasped, smoothing her own soft palm down his chest and belly to tenderly fondle his hotly pulsating cock and balls. Hearing his little moans of excitement against her naked breast, she felt the suction of his excitedly sucking young mouth, and reached down to grasp his hardened shaft of youthfully hot flesh. She began to stroke it with knowing affection.
If it was a dream, Richard never wanted to wake up! The feel of her hard little nipple in his mouth as he sucked and tongued it with rapidly growing skill, while he squeezed and massaged the fully mature softness of the sweet-smelling mound of flesh and she stroked his stiffened cock, was the wildest thing that had ever happened to him! Crap, he was actually sucking her tit while she played with his cock ... and she knew how to do it, too! Jesus! Zach'd never believe him in a thousand years!
"You like that, don't you, darling?" she whispered lustfully, her liquor-glazed eyes gleaming in salacious delight as she watched his ovalled lips tighten and relax their sucking action while his tongue stabbed and taunted her nipple. His slender little penis was throbbing ardently inside her encircling hand when she said, "And this is only the beginning. I have so many beautiful things to teach and show you. Oh, we're going to have such wonderful times together, Richard, darling!"
She was moving then, letting free of his cock and gently drawing her breast from his mouth to his disappointment. Crap, he didn't want her to stop now!
"I'll just bet that you've never really seen a girl's vagina except in those pictures ... have you, baby?" she questioned with a little smile, rising nakedly up to her knees beside him, her luscious breasts swaying and dancing with the movement. 'Tell me the truth now ... you mustn't fib to your girl friend ... have you?"
He shook his head as he lay there on the pillow. "N-No ... not really."
"I'll show you mine, baby," Priscilla whispered through moistly glistening lips.
Her eyes were sparkling licentiously as she slowly spread her thighs apart, kneeling outwardly with both legs until the silken triangle of red pussy hair encircling her smooth pink cuntal slit was entirely visible to his widening eyes.
Richard could only gape at the erotic spectacle at the base of her belly, his brain vaguely reasoning how wonderfully it was placed right up there between her firm white thighs and how tight and narrow the flesh pink slit of it was ... even as the word vagina that she had used still echoed in his head to send crazy tingles through his belly. But he couldn't move; the lascivious sight of her kneeling there that way was spellbinding him!
The beautiful teacher mistook his reaction for fear, her lust-filled mind reasoned that she was moving too fast ... frightening him! The damned liquor had made her forget that he was only a boy! Suddenly she bent down and kissed him, then gently moved one leg over him until she was astride his middle. Ever smiling, she worked her way backward until her spread knees were against his hips and her vagina directly above his swollen young penis.
"Now, darling, I'll show you all about love-making," she said softly. "That is ... if you want me to ... ?" It was her way of momentarily putting the initiative in his hands, and she could only hope that it would work.
Richard was still speechless as he lay there, his head raised to better see the crazy wild picture she made with her legs spread apart on either side of him, her beautiful wetly glistening pussy that he wished he'd felt of and opened up to look at, right above his now-aching cock. He tried twice to speak before the words came out.
"Yes ... crap yes! I want you to!"
Once again, maddening excitement raced through Priscilla at his enthusiastic reply. As he watched her with open mouth and widened eyes, she smoothed her hands down over her hips and inward through the curling pubic hair to either side of her moistly pouting vaginal lips, slowly spreading them open to reveal once again the slick pink flesh between.
"There, darling... can you see?" she whispered, holding the fleshy hair-lined layers of pussy wide open to his eager young eyes.
Richard could see, but he raised to his elbows just the same, the obscene exposure completely enchanting him. He'd had no idea that it would be so velvety-pink looking inside! Crap, he could see her hole ... and there was a little button-like thing up at the top ... and ... it was all moist and glistening ... and inviting.
"Now, darling, watch what I do with your beautiful little cock," she said, her use of the four letter word like an electric shock charging through him. "You see ... " she went on in an almost choked voice, feeling him lurch as she grasped his throbbing, slender stalk of flesh. Insinuating it the length of her spread-open slit, she pressed her moistly opened cuntal flanges almost completely around it, holding it between them there with her fingers as she began to move her hips up and down in an aggressive fucking motion.
"Oooohh ... man ... crap!" Richard grunted, thrusting his loins upward to her downward motion while she held his penis up inside the warmly dampened flesh of her pussy-lips with her hands.
"You like that, baby?" she hissed lustfully, feeling the swollen knob of his beautiful young penis enchantingly massaging the tiny erect bud of her clitoris.
"Uuggnnhhh!" the boy grunted in bewildered ecstasy, the sight of her luscious breasts jouncing and swaying as she worked her hotly quivering pussy up and down around his cock, adding to his pleasure. And then, she was doing something else with it ... lifting her buttocks higher and pointing its head right at her gaping wet hole! He stared from his elbowed position and saw his lust-swollen cock-head slip up inside her warm wet flesh, then she was watching him excitedly and lowering her softly clasping cunt down onto it... until all of it was swallowed right up inside her pussy.
Damn! Now, he was really fucking her!
Priscilla quivered all over with the enrapturing sensations his warmly pulsating penis was causing inside her vaginal passage. It was even more wonderful than she remembered, and he more beautiful than she had imagined. Oh God ... it had been so long... so long! How had she ever endured it? Five years ... but now that was all passed ... she had her handsome new young love ... her Richard! Oh God, it was heaven, she reasoned in her liquor-glazed brain, as she began to undulate her nakedly smooth buttocks in frantic little circles, feeling the hardened shaft of his penis massaging her love-starved vaginal walls.
Hungrily, she leaned forward, pressing her ripely swaying breasts down onto him and finding his mouth with her own to kiss almost savagely, while she raised and lowered her clasping wet cunt in a lewd rhythm on his hardened shaft of cock flesh.
"Unnnngggghh ... !" he grunted in unmistakable warning, and, almost frantically, she jerked up off of him, hearing the slap of his rigid cock as it snapped against the flesh of his belly, and he cried out in mounting confusion. "Oh crap, no! Don't stop now ... please?"
Then, before he realized what was happening, she was slithering down his writhing body and had spread his legs apart between them, until her face was right above his rigidly aching penis.
She smiled up at him, and, even in his frustration, Richard thought it was the prettiest smile he'd ever seen in his life! But, man, why had she stopped just when she did? Now, it had all gone back again, and he knew his belly would begin to ache if he didn't shoot out the stuff. He watched her in wonderment as she took his moistly glistening cock in her soft warm hand again, her touch immediately causing him to shiver all over. And, as he stared, she started to stroke it tenderly, lovingly, sliding the loose skin up and down in a slow way, while she raised to her knees and just hovered up there over him, her face and mouth only inches above the lust-swollen head!
It struck him then what she might be about to do, his breath hitching in his throat, but he couldn't believe it, even when he saw her head slowly lowering toward his throbbing tip, and then her tongue flicked out right before him, the tiny pink tip boring teasingly into the damp slit at its end! He whimpered uncontrollably, new chills of erotic pleasure too great to be denied racing along his spine; then she brought her wetly ovalled mouth down to it while he watched, enclosing the full pulsating knob in the warm sucking pressure of her lips.
Richard moaned loudly, and thrust his loins up responsively to shove his cock farther into her saliva-filled mouth. Crap, he couldn't believe it when he saw her full red lips tighten like an elastic band around his wildly pulsing penis just below the head ... the same cock that had just been up inside her tight little cunt, and she taking it as if it were a candied delicacy to savor inside the warm moist cavern of her mouth.
"Uugggnnhh!" he groaned, raising his head higher to stare down at her beautiful ovalled mouth sucking on him. He'd seen pictures of girls doing it to guys... dirty pictures with dumpy looking girls he'd always thought of as being old bags, but, to think that she ... his own Priscilla, his father's girl friend, was doing it to him, especially after she'd stuck it right into her cunt! Man, he just couldn't believe that it was happening! The sight of it pushed right up between her tightly clasped, lipstick-rimmed lips was just about driving him crazy! Wow! If only he could shoot out the stuff!
"Oohhhhh ..." Priscilla sighed, pulling her mouth off and smiling at the boy. "It's soooo good."
She leaned her head forward again then and placed her lips on the hardening tip, kissing the tender flesh, then put her tongue forward, savoring the pungent male taste, its flavor so strangely spicy. Using her tongue, she began to lave it wetly, brushing and grazing from the head back along the wide underside to the base, her nose coming into contact with the fuzz of pubic hair. Back up to the corona, now engorged with blood, she lapped at it, and felt it grow larger and harder in her hand, the feeling of it, deliriously erotic and sexy.
There was a wild frenzy of sensations building in her belly and pussy, wanton thrills of forbidden delight that she had dreamed about for five years now ... Suddenly, the delicious masculinity of the virile young cock she licked began to drive her, and she felt an ungovernable desire for the delicious boy to ejaculate his fresh sweet cum! She wanted to suck it ... suck his cock until it spewed its warm white ambrosia into her mouth! This she wanted more than she had ever wanted anything in her life!
Oh God... I am perverted! I want to do it... I've got to suck his ... c-cock ... until he cums! Dear God! I'm going crazy!... perverted! Boy-sucker!
"Ooooo ... Priscilla ... suck it, please ... keep on sucking on it! Oh ... please!"
Without hesitation, without thinking, really, the frantic teacher slipped her wetly ovalled lips over the head of his lust-filled shaft, taking the glans entirely into her mouth, her tongue moving in swirls around its smooth satiny head as her lips tightened around it and began a stronger, but still gentle, sucking motion.
Oh! I've got his cock in my mouth ... and... and it feels so good! Oh God! It's so young and strong... and so smooth! I feel like I could suck on it forever! Is this what it feels like to ... to be a-a whore?... at heart!... maybe I am a whore ... at heart! Dear God... forgive me ... for being a sinner!
Oh, these feelings ... this wanting... craving thing in me! What is it that makes me this way?
Oooooh! I'm getting so hot... I don't seem to care any more! I've got to have it... now! I've got to!
Priscilla moaned with joy, keeping up her rhythmic sucking of the young boy's hotly throbbing cock. Unconsciously, beginning to speed up the tempo, her tongue working with her lips, the nakedly kneeling redheaded teacher began to absorb more and more of his rigid young maleness into her mouth and throat. God! How she loved the taste of him!
She could stand it no more! She couldn't wait! Groping with a hand in panic, finding her way between her legs, her fingers dug feverishly at her moistly opened vaginal slit while she sucked on the writhing teenager's cock.
Oh God! It's positively delicious! I'll never be able to stop wanting it!
Her greedily sucking mouth worked with abandon on Richard's penis, as he came closer and closer to his climax. His quivering mouth worked spasmodically and he tangled his fingers in her hair, pressing her head ever farther down on the blood-engorged length of his awakened young penis, his hips surging upward at her face until she was absorbing all of it into her mouth and throat.
Holy crap! She's taking all of it! I can't believe it! It's a wonder she isn't gagging! Christ! Her mouth is like hot honey! I can't believe it! She's sucking my cock ... ! I just can't believe it... !
Now, her tightly jerking fingers only partially inside the depths of her pussy began to probe deeper. She felt the convulsive spasms in his penis, the viscid fluid dribbling from the slitted end onto her tongue as she slipped her fingers up the vale between the softly quivering lips of her opened cuntal lips, never losing contact with the sensitive flesh between her legs, until finally they were embedded in her ravenous cunt. Her hips ground salaciously around and around in rhythm with her bobbing head.
Richard used both hands as he rammed her lovely face down on his near bursting penis. He held her head in place, forcefully, as his hips thrust brutally up at her. His rampaging young cock racing in and out of her tightly ovalled lips without mercy. Oh shit! He couldn't stand it! He was almost ready to blow! And she was digging at her own pussy. Oh God!
"Keep suucckkiiinnnngggg!" he begged.
The beautiful teacher nodded, simultaneously using her hand to dig her slender fingers further into her wildly quivering cunt.
The drunken teacher moaned, opening her mouth around Richard's throbbing young cock, but his hands kept her head in place, her moans dying in her throat, as his slender rod of flesh surged deep into her throat, her lips and throat muscles constricting around it, thus, accidentally giving him the final pressure he needed to release his load of sperm. Priscilla jerked her head up, clearing her throat of his lust-inflated penis as it began to spew its white hot semen up into her working mouth. Automatically, she swallowed, and was aware, even in the sex-maddened state of her body-mind, that it was so good! ... that it was something she wanted!
Oh God! I've really gone off the deep end! I'll never be the same! It's... it's exquisite... the feel of his beautiful little penis as it pumps his cum into me... and the taste of it... ! God!
I'll never forget the taste!
Licking and sucking, Priscilla wanted every last drop of his sperm. She ovalled her lips over his loins. She wanted to do it for this lovely boy!
Meanwhile, the searing sensations in her wildly seething cunt were building to unbearable tension as she began to pound stiffened fingers into her pussy with ever more powerful and longer strokes.
The boy kept coming. From somewhere deep down in his chest came a deep grunting sound, changing to a rising wail with his ejaculation. The life-giving liquid was literally jetting from the slit in the head to fill her mouth. She gulped and hungrily swallowed it all, not losing a single drop.
"Oooooohhhh!" he groaned in a delirium of delight. "Oh Christ!"
He slumped back to the headboard, then, mumbling incoherently, "I did it! ... and, I'll do it... again!"
Rousing himself, he pulled his deflating cock out of Priscilla's mouth, a long string of semen clinging to it, as he lay back on the bed.
She strained for her climax, arching herself off the mattress to push her cunt up to her fingers, her wildly throbbing pussy flesh climbing up with each thrust, straining to absorb all of her hand into her. There was nothing in the world but this for her! She wanted it to go on forever!
Her senses were shattered by the strength of her climax when it came to her. She held her breath as great convulsive spasms of welcome relief exploded inside and enveloped her, and she was transported to a strange land of wildly flashing colors and clashing noises. "Oooooh God!" she ground out in her passion. "I'm cumming! God, I'm cumming!"
For long minutes, Richard lay there as his heart slowed to normal speed. He watched mesmerized as the beautiful teacher reached her own climax and collapsed beside him. Jesus! He couldn't believe it!
Suddenly, he thought of his father and felt guilty and ashamed. Jesus! What would happen if his Dad ever found out? Maybe send him to one of those reform schools, if he ever knew what they'd done ... but he hadn't been able to help himself! ... and he guessed that she couldn't either ... if only she hadn't come into his room ... and wearing that see-right-through thing... Crap! He couldn't even look at her ... maybe, he even hated her now!
Priscilla could almost read his thoughts. Right at that moment he was despising her, and, God, could she blame him? She'd been like an animal devouring away at his innocence ... but, at the same time, she realized, in a day or so he would feel differently over it all ... and waiting for it to happen again.
But it never would! She'd swear to that ... never, never again! Even so, she must make him promise ...
"You haven't said anything, Richard," she said softly. "Do you agree to keep our secret?"
"Yes ... God, yes! I won't tell anybody anything!" he blurted in a choked voice, twisting his head further so that she couldn't see his flustered tears.
The desire to reach out and touch him, to run her hand comfortingly through his hair and whisper that she understood, that, by tomorrow, he would feel differently, was almost overwhelming, but she held herself. It was better to leave it this way... with she, herself, knowing it would never happen again ... for she'd leave the moment Ed returned from Washington. It was the only answer now, and she knew it...
But, dear God ... ! He was such a beautiful young boy ... !
CHAPTER FOUR
Upon awakening the following morning, Richard's mind was immediately flooded with vivid memories of what had taken place the night before with Priscilla, and, right there in his very own bed! At first, with sleep still clouding his brain, he felt certain he had dreamed it all, but, as the seconds passed, it became increasingly clear to him that each and every lewd scene racing through his head had actually been a reality!
He lay staring blankly upward at the ceiling, a mixture of emotions causing a tightening, sinking sensation in his belly, the first stages of confused repulsion were swept away by the stimulating mental pictures of her, completely naked, straddling him and putting his hardened cock right up inside her wonderfully warm pussy ... all pink and moist, he remembered ... ! He'd really done it to her ... the first time he'd ever done anything to anybody. Man, she'd even sucked him ... swallowing the white stuff when he shot it into her mouth!
The latter thought both excited and nauseated him ... but crap, he'd let her do it again if she wanted to ... and he'd suck her tit! Man, his cock was getting hard just thinking about it! Old Zach would never believe any of it... never in ten thousand years!
Thoughts of his dad filled his mind then and a wave of fear-shame washed through him, just as it had last night when it was all over. It came back to him how she had sat down on his bed and asked him to promise to keep their secret ... and he had cried! Crap, yes ... he'd bawled like a lousy kid! Man, how juvenile could you get?
He sat up suddenly, thoughts of his father quickly passing as he realized that he'd made a snot-nosed dope of himself with her ... and she'd wanted to be his secret girl friend, she'd said! Man, how dumb could he be? What must she think of him now! She'd kept calling him her lover and darling ... stuff like that, but he'd bet she wasn't thinking that way this morning ... more like he was a sniveling baby, probably.
He felt his cheeks flushing in his embarrassment. He'd really blown it, all right ... and she was so crazy-pretty ... Crap he didn't know how he was ever going to face her again!
* * *
Priscilla had not slept well at all. She had lain awake far into the morning hours, reliving time and again each deplorable scene and abominable act she had committed on Richard's handsome, innocent body, despising herself and wishing to God there was some way she could undo what she had done. But, of course, there wasn't, she could only re-vow that it would never happen again ... never, never, never!
She had wept quietly then, her tears dampening the pillow, the full depths of her depraved curse haunting her in the darkness, until just before sleep had come she had actually once again - as so often in the past - considered the possibility, ways and means of ending her tormented life.
But as always, the brightening light of a new day swept away the shadows, and she awakened in quite another frame of mind. What was done, was done! It wouldn't happen again, and she would leave there the moment Ed returned. However, in the meantime, she must maintain the status that Ed had entrusted her with. She would carry on a normal routine with Richard as if nothing had happened ... which was exactly what she had done, surprising him with her smile, she knew, when he had walked into the kitchen with partially bowed head, obviously trying to avoid looking at her.
"Well, you seem chipper this morning, young man," she had greeted, a cheerful lilt to her voice. "Are you always so bright-eyed and bushy-tailed on school mornings?"
Her genial air was not exactly what Richard had expected and her pleasing warm smile immediately set him at ease. Man, she wasn't uptight with him at all for the way he babied-out on her! He grinned and said: "No ... only on days when we get out early for basketball practice. I won't be home after school. Going to Zachary Archer's for dinner."
"I see," she said, her slender hands perched on her robe-covered hips, watching him seat himself at the kitchen table, his grin assuring her that he had weathered his immediate moments of remorse well, and that pleased her. "And did you check that with your Dad?"
"Oh, sure," he informed her. "I was going to tell you last night, but... but... " he started to blush at his reference to the night before.
"But you forgot," Priscilla finished for him, her smile easing his tension once more. "Just like a boy. So, maybe I'll go out someplace and have a nice quiet dinner by myself."
"Heck, I don't care whether I go or not," he added quickly, brushing at the cowlick of hair that had tumbled over his forehead. "I'll come home and eat with you."
"You'll do no such thing," she said with undisguisable affection. "I'll be perfectly fine. Remember, I've been an old maid for a long time, darling."
"Awwwwwwww," Richard said, grinning at her reference to herself.
"Now, what's for breakfast?" ... So, it had gone that way, until she had watched him riding his bicycle down the drive to the street, whistling quietly to himself, the beauty of his youthful handsomeness once more inciting unwanted, tingling sensations inside her, the thought occurring to her that while she had put his tensions at ease, she had re-complicated her own.
God, she had to force him out of her mind! It couldn't happen again ... no matter what was necessary to prevent it! Oh ... if she could just have a normal relationship with a full-grown man ... with Ed ... he was in love with her, she felt certain of it ... but the thought alone of sexual contact with him sent an icy chill of repulsion through her ... and then, time-worn visions of Sam's long, thick, raping penis filled her mind, until abruptly she felt as if she were going to retch.
Priscilla poured herself coffee, sipping it hot and black, the brandy to help settle her stomach, an afterthought. Whether or not the concoction had any medicinal value, she didn't know, but shortly she was feeling better and went about cleaning up the kitchen, carrying her brandied coffee with her.
It was at Richard's door, the one she had subconsciously been avoiding, that the maddening fermentations burst uncontrollably alive once more in her belly and loins. In the doorway, she seemed to freeze, staring at the unmade bed where it all had so beautifully taken place ... and in her aroused mind she could see his magnificent young body lying there naked, his enticing, hard slender penis almost parallel with his belly, his hairless velvety-skinned testicles hanging tautly between his strong young thighs ... oh God! God! God!
Hesitantly, she entered the room, her eyes moving slowly, hungrily, over his possessions, each one adding fuel to the flames raging wildly inside her, again, even to his bits of clothing that he'd untidily left strewn about the floor ... and then, she saw his shorts!
They lay on the floor of his bed where he'd tossed them, a white wisp of cottony material that drew her like a magnet. For long seconds, she stared down at them before finally picking them up and slowly clutching them against her full, tingling breasts, her sparkling eyes reflecting the ungovernable sensations rippling through her. Then, with a low moan of passion coming from deep down in her throat, she covered her face with them, inhaling deeply the intoxicating aroma of his young genitals!
Oh, dear God! I can smell... almost taste his delicious little cock! Oooohhhh ... I can't help it ... can't... can't! I must do something to stop this ... ! But what? I'll go mad ... he's so beautiful... ! Oooohhhhhhh ... I can't let it happen again ... if only for Ed's sake! I've got to think ... try something ... anything! I won't touch him again! I won't! I won't!
* * *
Zachary Archer was a shaggy headed boy with a long, almost ugly face, and tiny, dull-gray eyes. He was tall with thick heavy rounded shoulders and bandy legs. He was really sixteen, but told everyone he was a year younger because of the grades he had failed in school that placed him with the thirteen year olds. His mother worked and his father worked at a local electronics factory, allowing him free reign.
Richard was only one of the boys who thought of Zach as a leader. A half-dozen of his friends would give their eye-teeth to lead the big-guy's life, Richard knew. Crap, he smoked pot, drank beer, and was always talking about shoving the business to some girl. And you could always count on Zach to have a stash of dirty pictures on him ... good ones, too, not just the bare girls, but some with fellows doing it to them, or the girls sucking them ... except the pictures always seemed old and worn, and the girls looked like two-bit bags.
But who stared at their faces, Richard thought, just their pussies was all ... up until now ... up until his beautiful Priscilla. He gazed around at the faces of the guys gaping at the pictures Zach handed out to them. Crap, they were all ready to whip out their dongs and lather 'em. He grinned to himself. This Zach was a pretty shrewd cookie. He sold these lousy pictures to the guys and bought pot with the proceeds ... and two days ago he, himself, would have forked over his lunch money for a pick of three. But not now ... no more ... not with his beautiful Priscilla waiting at home for him!
"What's the matter, Infant, they too heavy for you?" Zach taunted, grinning at him, using the name he'd tagged him with months before. "Or maybe you just can't dig broads sucking guys off, eh?"
Richard swallowed tightly. Zach sometimes ... too often, got to him. He said: "Bags you mean, don't you? Crap, who wants to look at something like them when he's got a real beautiful girl?"
Zach stared at him, his grin fading, eyes narrowing. "What the hell you talking about, Infant? You trying to say something?"
"Maybe."
"Maybe ..." Zach repeated, twisting his mouth to mimic Richard. "What the hell you mean, maybe? Listen, don't get smart with me, eh? I'll twist your little cock off and stick it in your mouth, understand, punk?"
Richard had never been afraid of the bigger boy, and he wasn't now. Physically, he felt certain that he could take care of himself, but that was never the question with Zach. He was older and wiser supposedly, and his own boss, moving in a world of excitement Richard and all the guys envied.
He didn't admire nor envy Zach as a person; he just wanted to better him, but he wanted to be sure the big guy knew it. Still... he'd promised ... promised Priscilla that he'd keep their secret! He just couldn't go running off at the mouth ...
Zach's vulgar laugh interrupted his thoughts. Richard stared at him while some of the guys dumped coins in his hand for their pictures and left them sitting there. It was lunch time and they'd congregated behind the gym as usual.
Zach took change from the last of the guys, then, sat there staring at him. He said: "What's this shit you're trying to hand me, Infant? You saying you got a broad you're laying, or something?"
Richard couldn't help it. The big guy's degrading words made him cringe when he thought of such ugliness used in connection with Priscilla. He snapped: "She's no broad! She's a lady ... a friend of my father's ... his girl friend, as a matter-of-fact... and you never saw anyone as beautiful in all your lousy life ... She's looking after me while he's away."
Zach stared at him, as if slowly digesting his words, but not really believing them. He blurted: "A girl friend ... ? What the fuck you talking about? You mean, you gotta have someone to look after you?" The bigger boy broke into a lurid grin. "Hey, that's rich, man, real rich! She gonna wipe your ass for you, little man?"
Richard came off the ground and stood over him, his fists clenched meaningfully. "Shut up that talk ... ! When you speak about her, say it nice! I'm not afraid of you and you better know it right now! You want to fight, stand up! But don't ever talk like that again about Priscilla, you hear?"
The bigger boy gaped up at Richard, surprised at his sudden aggressiveness. The fact that he didn't leap to his feet angrily in defense of his assumed crown had nothing to do with being cowed by Richard Harley, but like his old man said, "You could catch more flies with honey than vinegar," and the young squirt's words were beginning to intrigue him. He said: "Hey, man, no need to get uptight. We're friends, you and me ... can't you take a little ribbing?"
Richard swallowed at the knot in his throat and took a step backwards, feeling the anger inside him starting to subside. For a moment, he'd seen red and he wouldn't have cared if Zachary Archer was twelve feet tall. "Just don't talk like that about her is all," he repeated, unclenching his fists. "She's beautiful ... and if you ever saw her you'd know what I mean."
"Beautiful, eh?" Zach said, still looking up at the blond-headed boy as he dug a cigarette from his shirt pocket. He offered one but Richard refused it as usual. "Beautiful how...just in the face you mean?"
"All over!" Richard exclaimed enthusiastically, his rage completely forgotten as he thought of Priscilla's exciting loveliness. "I've never seen anyone so pretty."
"You mean ... you've seen her all over in a bathing suit or something?" Zach probed.
It came out before Richard realized what he'd said. "Even better than that!" he'd blurted and was immediately sorry.
The nubbin-headed boy broke into a lewd grin. "Like bare-assed, maybe? That what you're trying to say, man?"
Richard swallowed again. Crap, he'd already said too much, but he couldn't back off now or Zach'd ride him right in front of all the guys. "All the way ... she didn't have a stitch on ... and you never saw a girl like her! She could be in the movies ... honest!"
Zach licked at his thick lips with the tip of his tongue. He didn't know whether to believe the little punk or not. "How old is she, kid?"
Richard shrugged; he hadn't given that a thought. "I'm not sure ... maybe twenty-five ... she's a school teacher, too."
"Why's she looking after you?" he questioned.
"My dad had to go to Washington and Priscilla agreed to look after me while he's gone."
"And already you been peeking into her bedroom window, is that it, Infant?" Zach taunted, his foul grin broadening.
"I didn't have to do any peeking in her window!" Richard snapped irately, again admitting more than he had intended to. Crap, he could bite his tongue!
"Ooohhhhh ... ?" the older boy responded quickly. "Well now...just how did all this come off, you seeing her bare-assed eh?" The bigger boy dragged at his cigarette, drawing the smoke deep into his lungs, then letting it out, his thick lips shaping into his yellow-toothed grin once more. "Maybe she just walked into your room with her tits and cunt naked to the breeze and said, come on Infant, get your little cock out and give me a nice fuck, eh?"
Richard's anger swept over him in a wave of fury that was almost overwhelming. The violent urge to smash his fist into the ugly pugged, grinning face forced tears into his eyes, but somehow he held himself. Whipping Zachary Archer right then and there, or taking a beating himself, neither could do less than make the fink peddle everything Richard had told him all over the school! And it was all his own fault! His big mouth! Crap, now he'd really put his foot into it... and there was only one way he could get it out!
"Listen ... listen, wise guy ... I'm not going to tell you any more, see," Richard spat between his teeth. "But you're so lousy smart ... I'll prove it to you! Only first, you got to promise me you'll keep what you see a secret! You got to promise, understand ... otherwise, it's no deal."
Zach got to his feet, his little eyes beading licentiously. "Hell, man, I promise ... sure! On my mother's grave, I swear I won't say a thing to anybody!"
Richard hardly believed him, but what else could he do? Crap, he'd really let his big mouth get him into one this time. "All right, you know where my bedroom window is?"
"Yeah, sure ..."
"You come there and be quiet...just watch. I'll fix the drapes so you can see in ... Man, you're going to see something like you never saw before! Then, we'll decide who should be called Infant!"
"I'll be there tonight..."
"No, tomorrow night. I'm going to your house for dinner ... don't you remember?" Richard said. "Tomorrow night... and don't bring anyone with you, understand?"
"Sure, don't worry, you can trust me."
Richard had been ready to comment on that just as the bell rang for afternoon classes, and instead, he'd turned and walked away, leaving Zach to stare after him. Once around the corner of the building, he pulled out his handkerchief and blew his nose. He felt miserable ... not at the thought of doing it again with Priscilla, but with the idea of stupid Zach watching their intimate party.
But crap almighty, what else could he do! He'd blown off his big mouth and now he had to prove everything he'd said ... otherwise, Zach'd have him laughed right out of school.
He stopped short then, a sickening thought occurring to him. Supposing Priscilla didn't come into his room the way she had the night before ... or intend to do it anymore with him! Crap! She had to! He'd never be able to face Zach if she didn't! Man, he had to think of something to make sure!
CHAPTER FIVE
The bell rang shrilly through the large rambling building that opened into courtyards and playgrounds. Serra Valley High School had been designed for an informality suited to the more casual California way of life.
Usually Priscilla Covington was tired at the end of the teaching day, but it was a good honest fatigue that made her feel she'd accomplished something that day. Since her transgression though - nothing was the same. The bell resounded through her head like an alarm that sounded the time to go home (when home was now so fraught with the ever present danger of Richard Harley).
Wearily, she gathered her papers and handbag while the whooping students raced out the door. They were as tired as she was. Unable to give of herself in her usual enthusiastic manner, she'd practiced a dodge she'd always thought dishonest - giving the students interminable seat work that allowed her to sit in silence while her tortured brain relived the experiences of the last few days.
Round and round in a cage it went like a captive animal with no escape. The reasoning intelligence had already derided that she must leave - leave Ed and Serra Valley and Richard! But - even if she could abide by that decision - the tortured teacher had no ready answers about getting through the next few days. One thing was certain though - Richard must be spared.
Priscilla drove through traffic like a zombie, obeying lights and stop signs like an automaton. At last she pulled into the driveway of Ed Harley's house - the house he wanted her to share with him! Oh God! After what had happened here - it was impossible!
It was her obscene and uncontrollable performance with Richard's shorts that had shocked her to the ultimate decision of making one last attempt at' crushing her depraved obsession through an adult relationship! It was impossible to endure the torment she had forced upon herself the past years, and the despicable, if, deliciously beautiful episode with Richard the night before had been conclusive proof to her. She was like an addict... a vampire, compelled to feed her lust on the innocent beauty of boys, and if it were not Richard Harley then she would find another!
It couldn't go on! The wicked perversion was completely destroying her ... had already nearly ruined her life ... but it was not too late for her if only she could obliterate her evil craving now! Otherwise, she might as well be dead ... drive the stake through her own heart ... and she would! Dear God, there was just no other choice left for her!
She could hardly wait to start drinking, but intentionally! The false courage the liquor incited was going to be more than a little necessary she knew, once she was actually confronted with her first adult-male seduction. She had decided on one of the motels at the outskirts of the city where salesmen usually established themselves, and she would perch herself onto a bar-stool until it happened!
The thought that Ed would hate her for such a whorish act if he knew had passed through her mind, but Ed was not there to play the part of her needed experimental partner... only Richard was there, and God knows what his wonderful father would think of her if he were aware of the salacious things she had already done to his son the night before! His handsome young body ... so smooth and delightful... the wonderful feel and heady taste of his virile, pulsing penis in her vagina and in her mouth.
Oh God! She had to get him out of her mind! It could never happen again! Never! She had to give herself to an adult male, endure ... respond, so she would never again like little boys. And this was the only way she knew of possible accomplishment! Diversion ... no matter how abnormal as long as it was adult...
Priscilla sat determinedly at the vanity making her last minute adjustments and examinations of her appearance. She had chosen her shortest mini dress, a tight fitting floral pattern with a tiny pleated skirt that showed her legs to their best advantage. Beneath, she wore a sheer black brassiere and lacy bikini panties that matched the sexy garter-belt holding up the long nylon stockings she'd selected for expediency's sake. Her red curls were pulled back severely from her forehead.
There ... she was ready! She picked up her glass and drained it, then she glanced at her watch: It was four-thirty ... Richard was at his friend's house. I wonder if salesmen's wives ever consider that there are such tramps as me lurking in the shadows of their husband's lives?
* * *
Fortunately, Ed had left her his station wagon to use and that was going to make it easier. At least, she would be able to shop a little ... drive past the row of motels until she could select the most likely one. But, she couldn't imagine what she was going to base her opinion on ... certainly not experience ... She felt much like an innocent virgin must on her wedding night. Except, there was no anticipation or hope of ecstasy that the new young bride supposedly felt... only a recoiling fear and sense of revulsion at the thought of a strange man's long, thick penis being pressed into her vagina ...
Dear God! Could she go through with it? Again, visions of Richard's tender young body raced uncontrollably through her mind to taunt her, inspiring the ever-tingling arousal in her belly, tormenting her. She forcibly ejected the forbidden thoughts by concentrating on the sparsely trafficked boulevard ahead and the line of motels looming up in the distance. The crawling repugnance revived once more ...
Two boys, apparently hitchhiking, caught her eye and automatically she slowed the wagon to see them. They were young, perhaps a year or so older than Richard and wore the traditional blue-jeans and T-shirts along with the faddish long locks of hair. Their sudden appearance only served to bring Richard's image vividly back to mind, and she was beyond them before she realized they had held out their thumbs in request. Priscilla stepped on the accelerator picking up speed as the first of the motels began to flash by.
The actual sight of the motor-hostelries at close range sent a cold chill through her. Even with their inviting warmth she felt only a clamminess creep through her, and before she was aware of it, she had gone beyond the last sprawled-out establishment. At several, she had seen men in business suits walking with attach� cases, or moving toward the bars, their appearances doing little to encourage her.
God, supposing any one of them were her picked-up companion ... her lover for the evening? In her mind, she envisioned herself lying naked and waiting in one of the cold rooms and suddenly, her chosen partner stepping from the bath, his obscene, man-sized genitals thrusting lecherously out at her!
She couldn't... just couldn't go through with it. The repulsive thought alone was enough to nauseate her. Distractedly, she turned the station wagon around and started back. There just wasn't any use trying to overcome her insane affliction; the only answer was to leave Serra Valley and Ed's house as quickly as possible! In the meantime, somehow, someway, she would have to keep control over herself, for she mustn't touch her precious Richard again.
In her confused mind, the troubled redheaded teacher realized that once more she had driven past the two boys traveling in the opposite direction, only this time she saw that they were packing knapsacks on their backs. Lord, they hadn't looked that old ... to be venturing on a trip away from home, yet they obviously were. She thought of Richard hitchhiking his way off someplace ... alone and unguided ... subject to the warped whims of whoever might pick him up! Her little darling ... !
God, she hadn't even been aware that she'd turned the car around again! And suddenly, she was stopping, pulling off onto the shoulder of the road just beyond them ...
"Hey, thanks!" the first boy said, unleashing his knapsack and placing it on the seat behind, then slipping in beside her with a broad smile. "We've been standing there over an hour. We really appreciate it."
Priscilla was still hazily aware of what she was doing. Her eyes had fastened on the boy beside her, estimating his age at about fifteen, but she was more entranced with the pleasing smile of his appealing tanned face and the way the sun had bleached his hair. The other was darker, bigger, and undoubtedly older by a year or so, but no less polite.
"Yeah, this is real kind of you," he said, tossing his knapsack beside the other. "Women alone don't pick up us hitchhikers ... afraid of us, I guess ... especially if we have long hair."
"I like long hair," Priscilla heard herself say, abruptly aware that she was smiling at the two of them. "But I'm afraid I'm not going very far ... just to the next town ..."
"Salinas? That's fine," the first boy said. "It's always easier to get a ride out of there. We're on our way to the folk festival in Oregon. We live in Santa Barbara. This is Manny ... I'm Greg ... short for Gregory. Isn't that a lousy name?"
Priscilla laughed. "I don't know ... I think I like that name," she said, her responsive words coming as if programmed. "What surprises me is that your parents would let you two boys go off on such a long trip. You're so young."
"Young?" the boy named Manny repeated, grinning. "I'm - ah - seventeen and Greg's almost sixteen. We're not so young, ma'am. Anyway, we've been traveling the country this way for a couple of years. We never miss a festival!"
"Rock music, eh?" she said, suddenly conscious of Greg's young eyes on her legs and partially exposed thighs, the knowing immediately setting the confused little kettle of her belly to boiling.
Greg sniggered. Then, he said: "Sure ... we dig Rock. Who doesn't these days?"
"Me, perhaps," Priscilla said. "It sounds awful to me, but I guess you can't be a judge if you've never really studied it, can you?"
"That's what they say," Manny replied, his voice crisp, almost as if in warning to his younger partner, she thought.
"Then ... you ought to," Greg said, blatantly ignoring his companion. "Isn't your right front tire soft?" He was still filling his eyes with her legs and she could almost feel the heat of their youthful warmth. "It feels like it."
The tormented teacher smiled, but more from the excitement racing through her than from his words. She let her right hand drop from the steering wheel to cover his, resting on his thigh ... letting it lie momentarily before exerting pressure against his tensed, strong one.
"Maybe so," she said, actually fumbling for words, her thoughts a thousand miles from her suggestive actions and the replies coming from her mouth. "But sometimes you can't tell while you're driving."
Greg chuckled. "Maybe we ought to ..." he started, but Manny interrupted him.
"Let the lady drive, man! We've got ground to cover."
"Knock it off, baby! The lady doesn't want to wreck us ... " Greg snapped at him, turning the palm of his hand upward to clasp Priscilla's. "We've got time ... plenty of time ... Look, ma'am, there's a turnoff about two miles up ... to the right. Take it and we'll look at the tire."
There was a sudden bite to his tone of voice toward his friend that didn't pass unnoticed by Priscilla, nor his more callused use of hippie jargon and his abrupt, calm familiarity. She paid these things little mind, however, as the exciting sensations of anticipation churned in her belly and pussy at the warm squeezing of his strong hand interlaced with her own that he had moved between them.
Actually, she didn't give a damn about the tire. God knows, the liquor she had consumed was "flying" her "high". But in her conniving, racing mind she had already begun to search out reasons for stopping in some secluded spot ... and he had found it for her.
The feel of his hand alone was enough to set her sensuously aroused brain into a whirlpool of carnal desire, and for the next few minutes she was hardly conscious of their conversations, nor of the turn onto the narrow dirt road she had taken at Greg's command... only the envisioned thoughts of what his young virile cock would be like possessed her ... for surely it was going to happen ... she would make it happen, even if his friend was that openly put out with both of them.
'There!" Greg said. "Pull off there behind that clump of brush where the car can't be seen from the road."
Priscilla, did, while Manny said: "Man, you're not using your gourd at all! Sometimes, you get me!"
"Come on, Manny, knock it off," Greg said with a fetching half-grin as Priscilla twisted the key and the engine died. She felt the back of his hand that was still clasping hers smoothing meaningfully along her thighs between them, causing deeper ripples of erotic anticipation inside her. "Why don't you take a little walk while the lady and I look at the tire?"
"You dumb... !" the dark, older boy started, then: "To hell with it!" he spat, kicking open the door angrily and stomping off through the brush.
Greg laughed quietly after him, watching him for a moment until he disappeared before looking over at Priscilla. He saw the flecks of flame sparkling in her enchanting eyes, then her little pink tongue-tip peeking out to trace nervously along her lush hp line and read the symptoms perfectly. He wasn't unfamiliar with sex and its prurient signals. You didn't hitch your way around the country without getting your share of cunt, both young and old, but this delicious chick was something else again! He hadn't been able to figure her yet, only that she'd come on like an electric storm, and the bolts of lightning she was stabbing at him were firing his guts right down into his balls. Hell, his cock had started swelling the minute she'd dropped her hand onto his ...
"I-Is he angry?" Priscilla asked finally for something to say.
"It'll pass, lady," Greg replied, letting his eyes rake down over her full and rounded pointed breasts to her narrow waist and generous hips, at last, boldly settling on her nylon-encased, full thighs that the tiny mini skirt was enhancingly exposing more than covering. "You ... you really want me to look at that tire ... or was that just an excuse?"
Priscilla's throat was sandpaper dry. She swallowed tightly, feeling the chills rippling over her soft, satiny skin at his young eager eyes playing on the contours of her incited body. He knew ... had known from the beginning what she was after! He was younger in years than he'd admitted but obviously not in experience. There was no frightened innocence in his eyes or on his appealing young face. He was no Richard ... ! A qualm of apprehension started to make itself felt, but she refused to let it. She'd come this far and her aberrant lust was crying out its need for him. Suddenly she shook her head in the negative, and almost whispered: "No ... I don't want to look ... and it was just an excuse ..."
Greg's grin assumed a twist at the corner of his mouth that added an unexpected obscene smirk to his youthful expression. He still sat close to her and he half twisted in the seat, easing one arm around her shoulders, while the other hand smoothed over the little quivering bowl of her belly to her waist, and he drew her to him, his young mouth moving toward hers.
Priscilla let him kiss her, the warm moistness of his young lips soft against her own, increasing the sensations churning in her belly; but they were confused agitations, not at all of the nature she sought and was familiar with. Then when his tongue aggressively spurted between her lips while his caressing hand grazed upward toward her breast, the twinge of anxiety she had felt earlier returned in force.
It wasn't going at all as she'd anticipated! She squirmed in his arms, pulling back from him to see the perplexed glimmer flash into his young, if experienced eyes.
"What's the matter?" Greg questioned, his hand assailing her softly full breast to massage and squeeze while he searched her confused lovely face. "Going uptight on me ... second thoughts, maybe? Or is it that you're just afraid I'm not man enough for the job, is that it?"
A score of answers charged through Priscilla's brain, but she was reluctant to use any of them. How could she explain to him the way it was inside of her ... what she wanted ... had to have from a boy? God, his innocence had long ago been taken from him! She shook her head slowly, but no words came.
"Hey ... I can't believe you're scared lady ... or feeling ashamed suddenly because of the husband back home," Greg said, abruptly taking her hand and moving it downward to place upon the bulge in the front of his jeans. "So why don't you just find out for yourself?"
The hard feel to her hand of the young, swollen cock inside his pants sent a wild jolt of excitement charging through her. She couldn't help grasping hold of it in eager examination, tracing her thumb and forefinger along its length and thickness, its non-offensive size reviving her excitement, her discerning fingers televising its image to her mind.
"Oh God!" she gasped, hardly conscious of his hand moving into the front of her dress and flimsy brassiere to cup and knead her naked breast, while she unfastened the front of his pants and slid her hand inside, finding the opening in his shorts ... and finally the hot shaft of his hard young penis to encircle within her searching hand.
Greg gasped at the contact of her fingers with his lust-hardened cock, and he felt it jerk lustfully in her hand. Damn, she was a hot bitch, all right... and he'd never felt such beautiful tits in his life!
"Shit!" he choked vulgarly. "Let's get into the back seat of this 'can' where we can have some room!"
His coarse idioms and manner of crude speech were almost enough to destroy the illusion of his youth, but the slender hardness of his seething rod of young flesh in her hand kept her feverish desire alive and mounting, and she forced herself to ignore the uncouth part of him. He was young and beautiful... and she could pretend his innocence ... He was her beautiful youthful Richard! God yes, she wanted to get at him... to kiss and fondle and suck him. Yes ... yes! "Come on, hurry ... we'll get in back ... !" she agreed.
Greg followed her out her side of the station wagon and led her by the hand to the rear, not quite fully believing that it was all happening as he dropped the tail gate and waited for her to climb in.
"You first," Priscilla said with purpose in mind.
He did, lying down on his back while she crawled into lower herself on top of the length of his lean young frame, nothing else mattering to her any longer except the beautiful boy beneath her. She lay upon him, wriggling her hips uncontrollably, actively kissing him now, and teasing her moist little tongue-tip inside his ear. Oh Richard... Richard... Richard... my darling... Greg moved his strong young hands to her already quivering buttocks, feeling them warm and fleshy beneath the material of her thin dress. He smoothed them to her waist, amazed at its slenderness.
"What is it with you, doll?" he whispered. "Your old man don't take care of you, maybe? What is he ... some kind of queer?"
"Oh God, don't talk ... don't anything ... only let me love you!" Priscilla gasped passionately. "Just be sweet and gentle ... and let me have all of you."
Greg half-grinned, half-leered to himself. Man, she was an odd one, all right. Manny didn't know what he was passing up ... for whatever her crazy hang-up was, she was the most delicious bitch he'd ever gotten next to ... and she was no kid either. All of him, she wanted ... well, there was damned small doubt in his mind but what she was going to get all of him ... cock first!
He said in a lewd whisper: "You like to fuck kids, don't you?" then felt her stiffen as if he'd poured icy water down her back.
"Oh God ... !" she gasped, the obscene words tumbling from his sweet, young lips adding fresh fuel to the lascivious flames already feeding on her shamelessly aroused body. That wasn't at all what she wanted of him. But, of course, he didn't know ... he wasn't really her Richard, but another boy entirely ... she must make him understand!
"Don't you?" he prodded. "To fuck and suck us young guys?"
Dear God, she wished he would stop his filthy talk, yet at the same time, she couldn't deny the licentious sensations it was causing in her wildly seething belly and cunt.
"Am I right, lady ... to fuck and suck kid cocks?"
"To ... suck . to suck!" Priscilla gasped down at him. "I love to suck ... beautiful young cocks, darling ... like yours!"
"Jesus Christ!" Greg swore, his voice cracking childishly in his excitement from her admission. "And fuck ... what about that?"
"A ... a little! When it's time, I'll get up over you and put your penis right inside my vagina so that you can watch it going in and out!" she hissed spreading her thighs inside her short dress as far as she could so that she could rub her panty-covered vaginal mound against his ever throbbing shaft of slender, hard flesh.
Greg couldn't believe it, nor the crazy wild sensations she was setting off inside him. Christ, he'd fished himself out a delectable chick, even if she did have more weird hooks in her thinking than a meat-market! Man, she was too much, and presently he could feel the hollowed curve of her thigh-junction rocking fervently against the bulge of his swollen erection. He pressed his fingers into the crease between her lush buttocks, pushing material and all before them, while she responded by jiggling and gyrating them, making the two beautiful mounds move erotically beneath his hands.
The mixed emotions swirling through Priscilla, firing her one moment and freezing her the next were completely unnerving her! While the teenage delight of the tender body beneath her was nourishing her distorted libido, his lack of innocence left her cold and wanting ... yet, even as she cringed inwardly at his callused use of lewd words and boldly ran his hands over her trembling body, she couldn't disown the unfathomable sensations their sound and feel were causing inside her!
Greg grinned inwardly. This was the wildest case he'd come onto. Of course, he wasn't that seasoned either, but he'd met the old babes who wanted you to beat them while they played with themselves, and then there was the married gal in Stockton with the four kids who had to have a cock rammed into her pussy and a vibrator up her ass in order to make it... but this gorgeous doll was something else! And who the hell cared whether she had weird ideas or not? Hell, she was beautiful!
Her pretty mouth had fastened on his neck and she was trying to pull her dress up. He caught her hand and held it fast, then with the other unzipped the long fastener at her back.
She didn't try to stop him as he undressed her, easing her off him to one side and lifting the dress over her head. He unfastened her brassiere, leaving only her tiny panties and garter-belt holding up her stockings. It was the way he wanted to look at her for a moment, and then she climbed back onto him, her red curls dangling over her naked shoulder, her big beautiful breasts swaying crazily above him while she gazed down with moistly pouting red lips, almost too much to believe! He sucked in a tiny, ruby-red nipple, completely absorbing both it and the hard point of her breast into his hot mouth. She moaned loudly as he began to nibble and suck; he could hear her breathing excitedly through her nostrils, and suddenly she was rubbing her fevered pussy mound frantically again on the protruding bulge of his throbbing cock, letting her legs fall limply on either side of him.
"Oh God, yes!" she gasped. "That's beautiful, darling! Suck it and feel of it with your tongue! Don't be afraid! Yes ... like that! Even bite it a little if you want to ... ! Ooohhhhhhh!"
Don't be afraid! Greg thought crazily ... afraid? Christ, fear was the farthest thing from his mind at that moment... but he could hardly breathe from the smothering pressure of her full fleshy breasts around his face, and abruptly, he levered her away, half raising up to work her panties down over the flaring arch of her hips and curvaceously rounded buttocks.
He stroked the nakedly quivering moons of silken flesh while she removed her garter-belt and hose, then he helped her slip the tiny nylon garments down the delectable white columns of her shapely thighs, watching her as she kicked them off eagerly. She moved back on top of him, her breathing heavy as he began once more to explore the enchanting crevice between the smoothly fleshy globes of her backside, pulling them apart and tenderly fingering her tightly puckered little anus, while she moaned loudly in apparent uncertainty. He grazed his strong young hands down over the breath-taking orbs and beneath the provocative cleft, venturing one through the sparse, silken down of pubic hair to the moistly heated slit up between her legs. Priscilla gasped out as he knowledgeably parted her soft red pussy hair and spread her fleshy vagina lips open and gently pressed his outstretched middle finger upward to the tight opening.
"Oh ... oh God!" she whimpered hoarsely in utter turmoil, not really sure she wanted this to happen, in spite of her dire need. Subconsciously, she realized that she was spreading her thighs wider open to make it easier for him to reach and stroke her tingling little clitoris. He did and she felt the tiny bud burst into distended erection beneath his caressing fingertip! "Oh ... ohhhhhh ... yes ... do it...! But... but, no! No ... this isn't, right ... I should be the one."
Her stammering came in half-mumbles that Greg couldn't make out ... only the "No ... this isn't right..." was distinct enough to register, and he totally misunderstood her confused meaning. He blurted: "The hell you say, lady!"
He rolled her off of him and got to his knees, staring lustfully at her naked loveliness as he began to pull at his clothes. The weird luscious bitch! What the hell did she take him for, anyway? He might be a kid in age, but three years in juvenile hall added a hell of a lot to a guy in experience! He gaped from her full white thighs spread apart, to the silken red hair covering her vaginal mound and the fleshy wet lips of her cunt. Christ, he'd had teenies that were virgins who couldn't begin to match her. He'd never seen firmer tits on a girl or woman, and the increasing throb to his aching cock let him know that there was no way on this planet that she' could stop him from fucking her now.
Priscilla's eyes were closed in a maze of jumbled emotions as suddenly she felt him wedging himself between her widespread legs and she jerked open their lids with a start at the first warm contact of his youthfully naked flesh. She stared at him kneeling erect there, a lewd grin on his appealing face, and her widened eyes trailed quickly down his muscular torso to his lust-hardened penis thrusting out on an upward angle from his surprisingly hairy pelvis. She raised to her elbows to see, while his salacious grin broadened and his hand began to luridly stroke the outer layer of uncircumcised skin back and forth over the bulbous head, making his young sizeable balls sway gently between his tanned, strong thighs.
"Oh ... oh God!" she moaned, her breath a choking little gasp in her throat, causing her naked breasts to quiver sensually before him as she gaped at his hypnotizing shaft of hardened male cock, mentally comparing it to her Richard's ... It was bigger ... longer and thicker, yet still the slender young penis of a boy ... and not at all repulsive to her!
"Think it'll fill up that pretty little cunt of yours, lady?" she heard him tease in coarsely unwelcome lewdness as he lowered himself between her thighs before she could speak or stop him, his beardless face suddenly mere inches above her warmly quivering cuntal mouth. He was looking up at her between her erect breasts, his eyes feverish with lust. "I don't know how you feel about this ... but I've got to know what the cunt of such a doll tastes and looks like."
Priscilla's brain raced in deranged abashment! It was all wrong ... totally backwards ... everything! But dear God, she couldn't seem to move ... to stop him! And then, with surprisingly gentle and adroit hands, she felt his warm flattened palms being placed strategically against the sensitively alive flesh of her trembling inner thighs, and finally, thumb pressure against her tingling cuntal lips to slowly spread them apart before his bulging young eyes, until the cool air brushed against the exposed layers of raw vaginal flesh! Dear God! What was happening to her? What... what... ?
Excitedly, Greg gaped down at the lust-inflaming sight of her moistly glistening cunt with its surrounding wispy red pubic hairs. He saw two tiny drops of glimmering moisture clinging to the velvety petal-like lips peeking out at him, while the erect little bud above them seemed to be palpitating as he stared at it.
The tormented teacher in her aroused erotic confusion, felt the wisps of his hot breath graze her sensitively alive inner thighs. She murmured in overwhelming passion as suddenly, and for the first time in her life, she felt a warm tongue lick moistly up through her nakedly exposed cuntal lips, its dampness mingling with her own down there. Uncontrollably she lurched her churning pelvis up and forward at his eagerly greedy young face, moaning and tossing her head back and forth in tormented bewilderment.
Greg licked and sucked at her shamelessly raised cunt with a ravenous hunger, fastening his lips around her erect little clitoris as she began to wriggle and squirm her hips, almost as if she were trying to shake his mouth out of her! Shit, he wouldn't doubt it; she had some crazy screwed-up ding-a-ling in her gourd that kept giving him the impression she'd fight him off if she could, but right at the moment her crazy cunt was ruling her brain! Hell, the entire pink slit was flowered open to him like a red rose, and there was a perfumed moisture taste on his tongue. She smelled of expensive aromatic soap, and the satiny skin of her straining thighs clasping his face in a struggling, yet ever-moving embrace, was like soft sweet-smelling velvet. Christ, he'd never even gotten close to the likes of a cunt like this before! Then, he felt her hands on his head and realized she was trying desperately to push him away.
"No ... no, stop!" Priscilla gasped. "Not this way ... stop it!"
Her abruptly vehement command startled the boy into raising his mouth from her frantically squirming pussy with a jerk. He stared at her bewildered expression in amazement; she had raised to her elbows again and her lovely face was slack, while wild little gleams of sensually aroused excitement emblazoned her eyes. He started to speak, but before he could she had twisted free of him and was on her knees beside him.
"Lie on your back, darling! Hurry!" Priscilla hissed, clutching at his nakedly youthful body and pressing him into position with his thighs spread wide, slowly dropping down over him and reaching out to curl her fingers around his slender, pulsating cock. "This is what I want ... what I've got to have, baby ... your delicious young cock!"
Her licentious action, words, expression, sent a charge of crazy sensations jolting through Greg's taut belly and loins. He grunted, convulsing to her determined touch, and she began to sensually stroke his cock, sliding the loose flesh up and down in a slow magical rhythm that caused a dull throbbing ache in his balls. Slowly, as if mesmerized, she got to her knees and hovered over him there from the side, her eyes like two green emeralds, her lovely mouth falling loosely open, her face lowering a few scant inches above his pulsating cock-head. She held his penis tightly between both hands, massaging it between the flats of her palms in a teasing, knowing, up and down motion that caused his lust fired young loins to begin an undulation in rhythm to her strokes.
"Fuck! Suck it if you're going to, Lady!" he gasped, breathlessly. "What the hell are you waiting for?"
It was all right again! Yes... everything was in its proper order now, the mesmerized teacher reasoned, excitement and desire soaring through her hotly aroused body as she stroked the boy's lust-thickened cock ... felt him writhe and listened to his feverish moans of pleasure when she drew back the foreskin from its slick glistening head to expose the moistened tip. Then, she manipulated the outer layer of flesh up and down, her mind saturated with nothing else but the warm pulsing feel of it in her hand, and she lowered her face toward it until her lips gently brushed its tip.
She heard him choke in lustful anticipation as drawing in her breath, she flicked out her tongue against his moistly spongy cock-head. She swirled her tongue-tip around slowly, lovingly, while the boy twisted and jerked beneath her taunting.
Priscilla tasted the spicy tang of the excited pre-ejaculate seeping from it, and truly she knew that she was sucking her Richard once more, the knowledge causing her nostrils to flare in a wild, ungoverned passion. She licked down the slender length of the hardened shaft, then slowly back up, her hand smoothing along behind in her tongue's wake ... down again to the velvety flesh of its thicker base, and beyond to the full bag of his tight little testicles, drawing her nails teasingly beneath them and finally weighing the precious sac in her palm while her other hand pulled the loose foreskin back until the swollen head stood nakedly vulnerable.
Tantalizingly, she worked her hungry lips up to its peak once more, finally engulfing the bulbous knob within their ovalled circle, and then her mouth was moving down onto it with a warm liquid pressure. His throbbing hardness glided along the length of her tongue as her moistly rounded lips absorbed more and more of it into her saliva-filled mouth. Simultaneously, she shifted her position, moving up over his thigh without disengaging her sucking mouth from his hard, throbbing penis, to kneel on all fours between his spread-open legs.
Oh God! This was it... heaven ... heaven ... sucking her darling Richard's beautiful young cock again!
* * *
Manny had found himself a fallen tree in a glade to perch on and let his anger subside. He doubted if there'd ever been anyone who could work him into a rage easier or quicker than that knuckleheaded Greg. He wondered why the hell he hung on with him? The stupid bastard got them into trouble every time he turned around, and if he wasn't chasing teenie cunt, he was trying adult cunt. Shit, he wouldn't be satisfied until he had them both doing time in frigging road-camp ... !
Balls, he might just as well light-up ... it might help to smooth the edges, the bigger boy decided, digging into his pocket for a thin, home-rolled cylinder of marijuana. He touched a match to it and dragged deep, holding the smoke in his lungs while he thought about it all.
The bitch was a sweet looking chick, all right, and nobody dug pussy anymore than he did, but the way she'd come on ... man! Right off, he'd pegged her for a narc ... she was too luscious to be traveling the highways on the make ... it just didn't add up! A doll like that could have her choice of men; she was no tramp-gone-begging ...
Well, he hoped to hell he was wrong, he mused as he sucked several more drags into his lungs and the pleasantly euphoric feelings began to sweep over him. He probably was; he was the cautious one of the two, and Greg wound up with all the cunt, teenies or whatever. Of course, he didn't have Greg's looks either, but that didn't make him any the less horny. Hell, it'd been over a week since he'd had any ass, which was par for the course for him, but not by choice. He could find the chicks easy enough, but once they got a glimpse of the husky cock between his legs they drew into their shells like turtles. He'd even been tossed out of bed by whores, and as the story went, his old man had been hung twice as heavy as he was. Of course, he wouldn't know about that; his father had died in a truck accident in Portland when Manny was six.
He took one last haul on the joint and stubbed it out, shoving the roach deep into his jeans' pocket as he got to his feet and started back toward the station wagon, deciding to come up behind it so that they wouldn't see him if they were making it or something ... No use of his blowing Greg's game ... if the bastard had been lucky enough to score ... and that sexy bitch had sure been up to some sort of play. Christ, just thinking about the tits on her was enough to swell his cock by an inch or so. Manny eased out of the brush behind the wagon and stopped not ten feet from it, his breathing knotting tightly in his chest!
"Jesus Christ!" he choked aloud, but they were too engrossed to hear him. Man, were they playing games ... no fucking doubt about that, he saw, moving silently forward, a lust-inspired gleam firing his dark eyes as his cock lurched potently in his pants! He focused them immediately on the full rounded white moons of her nakedly voluptuous ass facing him, her thighs spread obscenely, her genitals completely exposed, the moist pink flesh between the pouting lips of her red hair-fringed cunt staring lewdly back at him! Christ almighty! They were both stripped naked and she was on her knees between Greg's spread legs sucking his cock!
Manny felt a surge of salacious desire charge through him as he moved closer, and then the crinkled little pink mouth of her anus caught his eyes, momentarily mesmerizing him. He was gaping at the delicate beauty of it when he saw Greg raise his head and stare at him with slack face and glazed eyes. His buddy might have said something had he been able to, but instead, he was grunting and groaning, watching the top of the doll's bobbing head while he rotated his hips, sliding his swollen cock in and out of her ovaly clasped lips with a moist sucking sound, his one hand clinging to her hair while the other guided her beautiful face up and down the full length of his hardened young penis.
From his rear vantage point, Manny could see a hell of a lot more than just her nakedly enticing genitals; her creamy white thighs were lewdly spread open enough for him to watch the dancing and swaying of her full, hanging breasts. By taking just a step to the left, the sight of her salaciously sucking lips ovaled tightly around Greg's skimpy cock sent wild sensations of lust ripping through his groin. He watched in growing covetousness the puffing of her beautiful cheeks as her head toiled frenziedly in its lascivious up and down motion like some weird degenerate, while Greg rammed his wetly glistening cock upward into her sucking mouth with increasing fury.
Shit, it was too much to just stand there and watch ... with her magnificent ass thrust into the air, waggling just enough to suggest that she was advertising! Fuck, it was just too much, was all, he concluded licentiously, unloosening the front of his jeans ... !
Greg gaped with glassy, lust-incensed eyes, watching Priscilla's softly moist mouth greedily absorbing his insanely throbbing cock. He could still barely comprehend that it was happening... a terrific looking doll like her... and then it struck him what a fucking shock she was in for in a minute or so as he glanced at Manny's heavy rock-hard cock cleaving the air while he kicked off his jeans behind her. And the wild bastard had that look on his face that he always got when his bull-prick began to do his thinking for him! Oh man, he must've fired up some pot, which meant that he was horny-high! Baby, baby ... are you in for it now ... !
But at that moment, Greg couldn't concentrate on anything but what she was doing to him! He watched the thin tensile rim of her lips cling to the swollen white shaft of his cock as though held there by some unseen force. He stared in licentious fascination while he fucked her beautifully suctioning mouth and gaped at her passion-contorted face devouring his hardened stalk of flesh in a frenzy all her own. She'd taken both hands to cup and squeeze his balls, and he could see white fluid already dribbling from the corners of her mouth in little rivers as she reveled in the perversity of her act, masochistic gleam sparkling her desire-glazed eyes.
Powerful sensations of impending release were already churning in his cum-filled testicles from the warm wet softness of her mouth. Damn, her wanton actions reminded him of a filthy, toothless whore who had once sucked him off for a joint of hash in San Francisco! His pummeling length of crazy-tingling, swollen cock-flesh was vanishing in an obscenely buried fusion with her face. He thrust upward with hollowing buttocks, driving it far into her gagging-choking mouth and throat, until his pubic hair was brushing the tip of her nose and his frantically heating balls felt as if they were about to explode from bloating build-up of pressure ... and the hot little bitch never retreated an inch ... !
The beautiful teacher was completely oblivious to everything but the boy's sweet-tasting young cock jerking and throbbing so hotly within her mouth, while tiny flames of lewd desire burned in her belly and threatened to consume her! Oh God! It wouldn't be long now before she would know her own release ... the moment his delicious shaft of rigid flesh began to ejaculate, spurting its thick white cum into her throat! Ooohhh ... as usual, that thought alone was enough to drive her on frantically! God, how she wanted it... needed it filling her craving mouth ... and it would be hot... hot like the feel of his infinitely precious balls in her caressing hands!
Oh...! Oh... what was that... ?
Abruptly, a vague sense of reasoning enlightened her brain as she felt the additional weight sag the vehicle behind her and she tried to lift her head and look back, but Greg's hand wound in her hair held her onto his ramming cock.
"It's okay, Lady ... nobody but old Manny," Greg choked as he clung to her. "Just don't stop sucking ... and keep your beautiful ass up high!"
Immediately, apprehension seized Priscilla, and again she tried to pull her head free of the boy's hardened penis ramming in and out of her mouth, but his twisting hands in her hair held her with a sudden new cruelness, while larger, stronger hands gripped vise-like at the softly yielding flesh of her hips from behind. She heard the one called Manny grunt out an animal-like sound of lust.
Reality swept through her with the force of a tidal wave! It wasn't Richard's beautiful, young form lying beneath her; it was Greg ... and his friend, Manny, had come back to crawl up behind her defensively exposed buttocks! Oh God! A sickening shock of repulsion raced through the naked teacher's obscenely positioned body. Wh-What did he think he was going to do?
"Man!" she heard Manny exclaim. "I've never seen such a gorgeous ass, Greg baby! It reminds me of mounds of whipped-cream ... with a wrinkled little cherry stuck in between ... and her cunt's like one of those fancy things people gobble down at tea parties, always wondering how the filling's going to taste in between!"
"Maybe it's one of those cherry cobblers?" Greg managed hoarsely, grinning down at her frightened, wide-eyed face stuffed full with his hotly pulsing penis. She made a motion toward release and he jerked her hair savagely. "Suck, you bitch!" he snarled. "This is your party, remember? No one hustled you ... now, you pay the freight, eh!"
"Oooooouuugghhh!" Priscilla gasped painfully around his hardened young penis, sensing the tears filling her eyes from his brutal yanking of her hair as she continued to suck him in rapidly building horror.
Dear God! What had she gotten herself into? They didn't understand! She was not that sort of girl at all! He ... Manny ... he was going to put his lust-thickened cock right into her from back there ... and dear God, she didn't want that! Oh no ... please, no!
But he was moving in behind her, spreading her trembling thighs wider with his knees, and then she felt the heavier length and breadth of his larger cock heatedly throbbing as it brushed her inner thighs and slipped between them to caress her cringing cuntal lips. She strained her eyes to gape back underneath, between her hanging breasts and obscenely spread legs, catching only a fleeting glance at its great menacing length in her sucking motion that Greg would not let her stop.
God! It was huge. It's mammoth purplish head was half emerged from the heavy foreskin. Icy chills of revulsion rippled up her back! It was the replica of Sam all over again! Oh, no ... no! It couldn't happen ... it couldn't... !
Manny gaped lasciviously at the warm, lewdly spread-open beauty before him. Shit, he'd never seen anything like her in reality ... pictures maybe, but not the actual live, blood-filled flesh; his drug-steeped brain swirled in an incited spasm of desire. He drew back his long thick cock with a movement of his hips, letting it graze against the tight pink slit of her cunt, then stared at his penis pointing itself toward her puckering little anus so lusciously displayed to him between her full rounded ass-cheeks ... as if it had chosen the entrance it wanted to make!
The goddamned thought was enough to set him wild, but every time he sodomized a chick with his thick cock it knocked him out of commission for a week, it left him so sore. All the same, the weird, lovely bitch would be a beautiful ass-fuck ... and she had done the hustling ... whatever her thing was ... kneeling there sucking his friend, Greg, like a sex-crazed fiend! But Christ, her asshole was as tight as an eye-socket! She was no out-and-out whore! Even her pussy looked snug! Yeah ... he'd fuck that first! Damn, she was something else, and tearing him up inside! She was eating pussy ... ! Hell, he had to taste that... and her little asshole too!
Manny inched his knees backwards then leaned forward, his wetly licking tongue slicing upward through the dampened hair-lined vaginal crevice, along the tightly clenched cleft to her tiny wrinkled anus where he tried to penetrate with the tip, but her sphincter was too tight, and instead he just played there... licking, licking ... licking.
The sensations of fulfilling need that Priscilla had reveled in at the sucking of Greg's youthfully slender penis had passed with a near spontaneous jolt! Abruptly, she had been left with a nauseating emptiness at the heated touch of Manny's heavy rod of hardened flesh between her legs as it brushed horrifyingly against her genitals. The mere thought of his man-sized penis was enough to destroy every sensation of desire she had felt.
Oh ... she had made a horrible mistake! But warped passions and terrifying mistakes were the story of her life, weren't they? Oh God, if only she could think clearly at a time like this! It occurred to her that for the first time in all of the young cocks she had sucked that her mouth was getting sore! Could there be more of a sign? She was lost... truly lost, wasn't she! And ... and the boy-man behind her had every intention of doing it to her back there ... ! Good God! He was licking between her buttocks ... playing around her anus with his tongue ... even trying to push it into her there! The sensation was incomparable, but before she could fathom it, his tongue was taunting the ragged edges of her pussy! Oh ... oh! God! What was happening to her ... !
And then she felt the thickness of his cock press against, and into the split between her lewdly spread thighs. M-My God! I-It's almost as big as Sam's...
The terrified teacher's buttocks shied forward, drawing away from his rubbery-tipped cock nudging solidly at her from behind ... but the swollen length of hot male flesh followed. She tried to jerk upright, but Greg held brutally to her head and continued to ram his hotly pulsing cock deep down her throat.
My God! There was no escaping! Her repelling body was trapped! Again, she started to struggle and felt Manny raise up, sliding in close to her once more to taunt her fearfully cringing cunt with the violent, pulsating head of his heated penis, until her fear-filled whimpers drifted back to him as he ran its insinuated knob between the forcefully splayed lips of her pussy to gently tease her erect little clitoris. With that first searing contact between cock-head and nerve bud, she began to moan in baffled sobs of confusion.
Damn, she can't help herself, Manny thought! He'd already reasoned by her rejecting motions that she wanted no part of his lust-swollen penis, in her yet here she was waggling her naked buttocks and hips uncontrollably as he massaged her clitoris with his cock-tip. She continued her incessant moanings around Greg's ever-plunging cock into her mouth, and Manny probed tentatively with the spongy tip of his own, finally guiding it downward again to the hair-fringed split of her copiously lubricated cunt.
Fighting to contain his eagerness, he wedged open the clinging lips of her vagina and saw that her flowing secretions had juiced the pinkly glistening flesh, making it easy for him to worm his wildly throbbing cock into the tight velvety, gripping mouth up between her trembling thighs...
Priscilla was beside herself in a confounded state of fear and unexplainable excitement. She heard Manny's young animal-like grunt once more behind her, then was aware of his bulbous cock-head prodding and working against the quivering lips of her vagina, parting the sparse pubic hairs and forcing its way inside the tautly resisting mouth of her tight cuntal passage.
Oh God! It couldn't be happening ... ! No ... no ... he mustn't! She thought of screaming, but the ever-sawing shaft of hot flesh fucking up into her salivating mouth made that impossible! And then there was a great expanding agony in her tight-stretched pussy, as though her helpless vaginal lips were being slowly, but certainly ripped open ... and abruptly, her thighs were swept wider apart, and his long thick cock slithered up into her passage like a never-ending length of thick logwood! The solid weight of his youthfully strong pelvis slammed hard against the soft defenseless flesh of her buttocks, forcing her mouth down again brutally onto his young friend's up-thrusting cock!
"Aaauuugghhh!" Priscilla strangled, half-choking on the boy's stem of hardened flesh. Her agonized vaginal channel felt as if it were on fire. It was Sam raping her all over again! His huge relentless cock was creating a torment raging deep up into her belly the likes of which she had never imagined. Oooohh ... it was nearly unbearable!
She struggled, twisting her naked young buttocks back and forth desperately to dislodge the unwanted impalement, but it was useless! The lust-incited Manny had skewered her to the hilt! Dear God! She was a helplessly trapped prisoner of her own making between them, and she whimpered in perplexed, degraded torment around the forcefully ramming slender cock in her mouth ...
Manny withdrew and thrust again, his plunge whipping her breath away as it telegraphed sharp needlelike half-pains from the depths of her feverishly contracting belly to her brain. Excitedly, he continued to draw out and ram forward, again and again, immediately establishing a rhythm of satisfaction to himself, while Greg beneath her, picked up the cadence, thrusting his hot pulsating cock upward between her bruised lips, his hands clutched in her red hair to hold her mouth captive on his wildly throbbing cock.
Dear God, the agony in her tightly bruised vaginal passage was like tiny explosions of gun powder inside her, searing the raw, sensitive flesh as Manny's now determinedly thundering cock widened the snug channel with each harsh battering stroke, and she groaned in painful revulsion between them. To string thoughts together was completely impossible for the subserviently kneeling teacher; only the loathsome mental picture of the thick and ugly long penis raping her cunt so obscenely from behind registered distinctly in her mind ...
Sam ... Sam! Ooohhh ... you horrible old man ... !
Suddenly, she gagged as Greg, clutching savagely at her head, drove his cock into her throat, its length disappearing between her rounded lips to its hilt.
"Suck it! Suck it, Lady... damn you! Hard ... hard!" Greg grunted as they buffeted her back and forth between them in their dual ravishment of her naked young body.
Something unbelievable that Priscilla could not account for began to take place within her at that point... something uncontrollable and so salaciously carnal that later she would deny even to herself ... impossibly mounting sensations caused by Manny's deep thrusts back there into her sensually moistened vagina when he nudged her cervix, and suddenly her supple white body, as though it were entirely disassociated from her tormented mind, began an unqualified internal reaction. Lewd flames of undeniable passion began to lick through her veins, creating a physical rapture that she couldn't seem to fight against. Her pain was rapidly leaving her, and in spite of her long nourished repugnance, the tormented teacher knew that she was about to surrender totally to the long thick cock fucking up into her womb from behind, as well as to the slender penis filling her mouth with its hot throbbing flesh.
The mere realization of her crumbling defenses sent chills of lurid excitement racing over her incited flesh, even as she felt the increased rhythm of their rigidly pulsing cocks ramming into her cunt and mouth. Abruptly, there was nothing else in the world but this licentiously debauchery they were subjecting her helplessly exposed body to ... and she began to suck vigorously while she screwed her buttocks backwards experimentally, aware now only of the strange mounting bliss building wildly inside her!
The very defenselessness of her obscenely spread position flashed through her mind again and again, and she was spurred on in her erotic madness by the masochistic thought of her soft white body being used like a common whore by these two lust-filled young boys she had never before seen in her life. The fire in her sensuously rejuvenated belly and pussy had begun to rage completely out of control as she undulated her rounded white buttocks in taunting little circles, and squeezed down with her inner cuntal muscles at the thickly beating stalk of swollen cock-flesh drilling into her pussy from behind. She pulled at the slender boy-cock stroking moistly in and out of her mouth with a series of voraciously sucking sounds, her cheeks hollowing and filling with his every up and down movement, the lust-taunting pungency of it causing her to again explore its every ridge and pore, her tongue-tip licking hungrily at the blood-filled head.
Dear God, she wanted it to squirt its fresh white hot cum into her mouth, wanted to gulp it and feel it dribbling down her throat to fill her belly, while the ugly, beautiful cock fucking into her from behind flooded her cunt until she was completely saturated and immersed in their seething sperm.
Beneath her, Greg's boyish expression had twisted into a grimace of building pressure as he writhed and shoved his loins upward at her obscenely contorted, beautiful face, and from behind, feeling himself climbing toward his own orgasm, Manny saw this. His buddy was getting ready to blow his load into her crazily sucking mouth. Cripes, he'd never fucked a girl who could come close to her ... and now she was all gone herself! She wasn't resisting them anymore ... and ... and goddamn, her pussy was greased velvet! Soon, he thought... soon ... soon ... and he began to fuck faster with longer, harder strokes, until he was battering the soft quivering cheeks of her ass with almost brutal ferocity, his hips pistoning his fiercely expanding cock in and out of her hot little cunt as if machine powered.
His strong hands gripped her waist, oozing the satiny, flaccid flesh between his clutching fingers like resilient white putty. His mouth had fallen slackly open, and he'd drawn back his lips, exposing his even teeth. His breathing rasped harshly in shortly uneven gasps as he gaped down at her deliciously bucking body and lewdly bobbing head. He watched Greg's still immature penis disappearing into the beautiful woman's mouth, the licentious sight still sending spasms of electric-like sensations rifling through him.
On and on it went, their swollen shafts of rigid flesh plunging into both ends of her bent and aching body, the unwanted ecstasy they had aroused in her completely overwhelming the tormented teacher. She had long since given up trying to fathom whatever had come over her, now she cared only to revel in its totally obscene rapture. Her eyes opened and closed in a lost glaze of passion. She sucked fiendishly and spread her thighs wider, thrusting her nakedly churning battering stroke, she felt with wicked delight his sperm-bloated young balls slapping against the palpitating bud of her clitoris, while the pubic hair surrounding the base of his cock brushed tantalizingly against her sensitive anal crevice.
The saliva in her mouth thickened. It was becoming more sticky now as she tasted the tang of the boy's initial minute emissions seeping from the split at the head of his cock. She could feel its spongy tip brushing at the back of her throat and his hips writhing and straining as he moved toward climax. His fingers were locked tightly in her disheveled hair as he tried to manipulate her mouth up and down more forcefully on his pulsating organ ... fucking into her face as if her mouth were another cunt into which he would pump his long pent-up sperm. She moaned passionately around its thickness, and it rammed upward deep into her throat as though it were trying to meet the other beautiful cock fucking deep into her tingling vagina from behind ...
"Oh ... dammit, Lady ... suck it hard!" Greg choked as his wildly throbbing cock suddenly tensed and began jerking in her mouth. "I - I'm going to cuuuummm ... !"
His words alone were enough to send Priscilla into a trembling state of eager anticipation, and then a moment later her mouth was flooded with a torrent of hot thick liquid that raged down her obscenely swallowing throat in a fury of seething fire! She fought for breath as she gulped with an avid sexual hunger the white viscous sperm wildly squirting from his slender young cock. Eagerly, she milked his swollen balls, the sensation of his orgasm, as always, sufficient to trigger her own climax, and simultaneously, she felt the thick pounding cock fucking into her wantonly ecstatic cunt expand and pulsate as it too began spewing its hot load of semen deep into her convulsing vaginal passage.
"Oh shit! Fuck back, bitch! Give it to me ... I'm cuuuummming!" Manny gasped harshly.
The beautiful teacher moaned in erotic bliss around Greg's still ejaculating young cock as she felt Manny's virile jets of cum splash far up inside her belly, foaming back out of the hair-lined lips of her feverishly clasping cunt onto the matted pubic hair of his pelvis. His balls jammed tightly against her vibrating little clitoris caused her nakedly kneeling body to jerk forward, driving the slender cock in her madly sucking mouth to the hilt. Wildly, she screwed her buttocks back onto the thick spewing cock behind, and with that she felt her sensuously quivering body explode in an orgasm so overpowering that it seemed the very life had ebbed from her nakedly convulsing body until she slumped across the boy beneath her, causing the thick deflating cock behind to slip limply from her still spasming cunt... the world that was reality slowly beginning to return ...
CHAPTER SIX
It was after eleven when Priscilla Covington went into the kitchen and fed young Richard Harley cookies and milk. He chatted incessantly about basketball practice and having dinner at his friend Zachary Archer's house. She pretended to listen, her smile strained and forced, desperately trying to conceal the emotional turmoil going on inside her. Considering the awful ordeal she'd been through, it seemed impossible that such enchanting things had taken place between herself and Richard the night before. Dear God, he was so beautiful and they so ugly!
She could still hardly believe the degrading horror they had put her through! Animals were what they were ... debased young animals! They had even forced her to give them money, then drive them to Salinas. She had done so willingly lo be rid of them. But it would be ages, if ever, before their repugnant memory was wiped from her mind ...
The beautiful teacher was so engrossed with her odious thoughts that she barely noticed Richard pushing from the table. Not until he came around and kissed her tenderly on the cheek, then said "goodnight" did she realize he was beside her smiling, his handsomely innocent face only inches from her own.
"Y-you're great, Priscilla ... and thanks for waiting up for me," he said warmly, backing away as her eyes sought his. "You're the best... best girl friend a guy could ever have ... and ... I love you!"
He was gone before she could find words to answer him ... if she could have! He swung away quickly and ran off to his room, as if not wanting to give her that opportunity. Tears puddled into her eyes. Oh, dear God! She had to get away from there ... him ... the beautiful, sweet, loveable darling ... !
Richard lay quietly in the darkness, his mind working with diligence. It hadn't really been a Judas-kiss, he reasoned, even though it was part of his plan to show old Zach a thing or two; because he really did like her a lot... yes, maybe he even loved her... and he would've kissed her if there wasn't any lousy Zach at all!
Man, if only he hadn't mouthed off to that pot-head. He could've waited then until she came to him again ... like last night ... wow! To think about it made his old dong stiffen right up ... but he had babbled out the whole story, he realized in self disgust. Unconsciously he fondled his hardening penis beneath the covers, slowly stroking the outer layer of skin back and forth over its swelling glans. And now, he really had to show Zach he hadn't been lying, or take the riding of his life.
All day, he'd been thinking about it, trying to put it back together from the night before and remembering just how it had happened. That way, he figured, if he went about everything just the same... like they said in the movies: "re-enacted the scene," it should come off like it had last night... man, the way she'd sucked his cock ... crap, he could still feel her mouth and tongue on it! And then, when she'd stuck it right up into her cunt... wow!
He began to massage and jerk at his young hardened penis more vigorously as visions of her nakedly straddling his loins, her pointed, full breasts jiggling and swaying, then on all fours between his legs sucking him, raced through his aroused brain ...
Crap, he could hardly think anymore about his plans right then ... not when he was giving his cock the old business ... but he knew what he was going to do ... and it was going to work, too... !
* * *
That night was one of the longest Priscilla could ever remember. It seemed that she had slept barely a wink. Desperately, she had sought for a solution, her thoughts constantly interrupted by the haunting events of the obscene debauchery she had undeniably made possible that afternoon. God, it was hopeless! Her depraved craving could never bring her anything but further horror and destruction of those around her whom she loved ... such as her beautiful Richard, and Ed.
The immediate and only answer to protect them was simple; she had to leave there the moment Ed returned ... and it was hardly an hour later as she dozed in the first light of dawn that she heard his key slipping into the lock ...
* * *
The haunted teacher got up and made breakfast for Ed, then sat down to have coffee with him, intending to tell him of her decision to leave as soon as possible. She'd made up a story that sounded plausible, but he looked so drawn and tired that she had decided to wait until after school, after he'd had some sleep.
"... So, Washington situation is fine," he was saying in between mouthfuls of bacon, eggs and toast, "but then the Dean called me at the hotel and advised me that I'm needed immediately in Boston and to hustle right back here to pick up the necessary portfolio of instructions, et cetera, I'm to take with me. They're supposed to be delivered here sometime today, before my flight takes off at 5:25 this afternoon ..."
Priscilla gave a little start at his words. She said: "Y-you're planning to leave this afternoon?"
Ed sighed heavily, picking up his coffee. "I'm afraid I have no choice, Priscilla. I'd hoped to have been able to spend some time with you and Richard before leaving, but that's impossible now. Anyway, I'll probably only be gone ten days or so this trip..." He smiled warmly, intimately. "And I'm hoping that will give you two the necessary time to become better acquainted... if you know what I mean, darling."
His entire series of statements had taken her so by surprise that she could only sit and gape at him. My God! He had no idea of what he was asking of her. Ten days... alone in the same house with her ... her precious angel... ! Oh no ... she couldn't endure it ...not without... without... !
"I-is there anything wrong, darling?" Ed questioned, his keen eyes searching her distraught face with concern. "Did I-I say something that I shouldn't have? Look, I didn't mean to ... to come on so strong, but... but quite frankly I... I love you," he said, his voice softening almost to a whisper as he covered her soft hand with his large warm one. "And I'm hoping that you will ... marry me ... us ... Richard and me."
Richard and him! Oh God! If he only knew the depths of meaning in those words! She stared at him, speechless! And then he was smiling gently, his big hand lovingly caressing her own ...
"I-I suppose I am handling it rather clumsily," he said, his tired eyes apologetic, "but I haven't had much sleep the last two days. Maybe, you'll accept that as an excuse ... anyway, darling, please consider it as a marriage proposal... and weigh its merits while you look after Richard for me the next ten days ... ? Will you?"
Priscilla recovered herself enough to hear and understand the words. Though his marital offer moved her tenderly, as it would any woman when it came from such a wonderful, noble man, she realized the absolute disaster for all of them should she accept- Of course, it was impossible ... out of the question; she would do away with herself before she would destroy them! Yet, she couldn't simply desert him now when he was depending on her either. Dear God, she must have enough will power left to control her mad perversion for at least ten days. Hadn't she endured five years of abstinence at Knowles? It was the least she could do for him.
"All right, Ed... I'll stay until you come back from Boston anyway," she replied finally, offering a little smile of her own.
"And ... and you will consider my proposal?"
She held to her smile even as silent shrieks of warning re-echoed in her brain at the decision she had made. "Yes," she lied in a faltering voice, "I'll consider it."
"Oh, God, baby, I've missed you so these last three days, even though I was busy," Ed muttered, pulling her into his arms. A rising panic gripped the beautiful teacher as his mouth captured her trembling lips. It started as a gentle kiss but then his mouth grew hard and commanding as his arms pressed her soft body fiercely into his strong muscular one. A wave of revulsion swept through her; she could feel bile deep in her throat as his tongue stabbed into the damp cavern of her mouth. The obvious hunger of this mature adult male terrified her! All the hideous memories of Sam and Able, overlaid with the fresh horror of the two young hoodlums yesterday, washed over the tormented teacher.
At last, she couldn't stand it as his mouth and arms grew more insistent. Priscilla pulled away, shaking.
"What's the matter, darling?" he asked still holding her.
"School... I have to get ready ... can't be late ..." she panted, whirling and rushing off to her bedroom. The professor stood for a long time where she'd left him - a puzzled look on his face.
CHAPTER SEVEN
In the end, she had concluded there was absolutely nothing she could do but see the next ten days through. She firmly resolved, as she had so many, many times before, that at the first sign of desire-provoking thoughts of the boy she would forcefully choke them off, or find other diversions. It wasn't as if she hadn't proved herself capable of restraint against her wicked craving. Hadn't she managed to control it for five years?
Actually, she reasoned, had she not been filled with woeful animosity from the unfair treatment she had received at Knowles, she would not have taken advantage of Richard, nor allowed her curse to ever again rear its ugly head. The more she thought about it the more she realized that she had taken her vengeance out on that darling beautiful boy.
Dear God, what sort of female animal had she become, anyway ... ?
Richard's entrance interrupted her thoughts. "Man, something sure smells good!" he exclaimed, thundering in through the rear door wearing his disarming grin and tossing his books onto a chair.
"Roast beef," Priscilla informed, her smile radiant at the mere sight of him. Her heart skipped a beat as she watched him brush the lock from his forehead. "Do you like it?"
"Love it," Richard replied, following his usual pattern of swiveling a chair around and straddling it, resting his chin on his arms. "Dad gone?"
"Yes. He left about an hour ago," Priscilla said, catching herself as her eyes wandered hungrily over him, the short blondish hairs on his tanned young arms having their usual effect in her belly. God, she had to stop it right there ... that minute! She forced her attention back to the potatoes she had begun to peel. "Do you have homework?"
"Some ..."
"You better get at it then," she said rather briskly. "You might just as well be doing something worthwhile until dinner. Then later, you'll have time for some reading. There's no pastime more enjoyable or educational for a boy your age."
Richard's surprise at her teacher-like tone of voice and suggestions was apparent on his face. Wow, she certainly sounded up-tight about something all of a sudden, he thought. Man, he hated to read ... but that wasn't what was bothering him at the moment, how the crap was he ever going to work his plan ... ? And old Zach had made it plain that he was going to be outside his window tonight, but that he didn't believe a word of what Richard had told him. "... I think you've been pullin' your cock too much. Infant. Just the same, I'll be there, and if you're lying to me, you'll never live it down in a million years... " Crap, what had come over her, anyway?
The little expression of bewilderment on his face hurt Priscilla. She knew that her unexpected sharpness had stunned him, but dear God, it was for his own good. She watched him as he stood without a word. Then, picking up his books, he left for his room. The urge to say something after him, to show him that she hadn't really changed ... that she still loved him very much ... too much ... was almost uncontrollable, but she didn't and then she heard the door to his room close.
Determinedly, she went about her cooking, re-convincing herself as the minutes ticked away that she was doing the proper and only thing to protect him from the lustful hunger ever seething inside her for him ... and she'd had merely to look at his desirous young presence to realize that! It was the only way she knew to fight it ... and dear God, she absolutely had to beat it this time.
Then, amongst the resolute and emotional thoughts filling her mind, an unexpected one burst to the forefront, causing a spontaneous tingling at the pit of her stomach. Supposing he decided to repeat the act she had caught him in two days before ... masturbating ... playing with himself... his beautiful young penis? Oh God! She was driving herself mad!
* * *
Richard sat slumped at his desk trying to work out a math problem. He could hardly concentrate on it; he was too upset. Crap, nothing was going right, like the other time. She wasn't even drinking tonight, and remembering it all, he figured that had to be what got her in the mood in the first place. When grownups drank the stuff they always seemed happier after, even his dad, and he was positive that Priscilla always was. If only he could get her to drink some.
Man, he had to think of something! Old Zach was going to make life unbearable for him! Besides ... he really wanted to do it all over again with her... have her suck him ... and put his cock right into her pink, glistening cunt! Crap, he was getting a hard-on just thinking about it! If he was in bed he'd give it a dose of the old business... but he wasn't, and crap, he didn't have time to think about that now. He had to figure some way to start making his plans work!
He'd even bought some special pictures from Zach, newer ones that showed women sucking young boys, and one of a boy with his tongue right into the woman's cunt. He'd planned to leave them someplace where she would find them and think he'd dropped them by mistake, hoping that would be a method of getting things started. But the way she'd snapped at him in the kitchen, he didn't know what to think, and just came to his room.
Crap, he couldn't give up! He just couldn't! And he wasn't going to bother anymore with his lousy math, either ... Math! Hey ... wait a minute...a minute! Priscilla was a teacher! Sure ... that might work ... if he played it right... ! It was worth a try, anyway.
Richard scooped up his text book and paper, then strategically placed the envelope of dirty pictures from his pocket between some papers; he pulled at the front of his jeans to re-situate his still half-swollen organ, and started for the kitchen.
He found her where he'd left her, only this time she was washing lettuce for the salads. "Priscilla ... would you mind helping me with this math problem?" he asked, holding the text open for her.
"Of course not, dear," she replied quickly, pleased that he had come to her after the way she had sent him off.
She dried her hands while Richard watched the smile he liked so much brighten her beautiful face. Man, just maybe ... maybe it was going to work out after all, even without the pictures and stuff... but he'd already put them in the book! Crap, supposing she sees them and gets mad! He hadn't thought of that... boy, how dumb could he get... ? Well, it was too late now ... she was taking the book from him.
"T-tell you what," he stammered, half-grinning at the same time. "While you read it I'll do a favor for you. I'll go make some martinis the way I do for Dad. Okay?"
Priscilla swallowed to relieve the tension in her throat, just the nearness of him and the enticing innocence on his face nearly hypnotizing her. The urge to reach out and draw him to her, to run her hands through his hair and over his firm young body was almost unbearable. God, yes she needed a drink! "O-okay, darling ... you go play bartender," she managed lightly, "while I read this baffler."
She moved toward a chair at the table, watching him leave the room, then lowered herself while she tried to concentrate on the problem. It was then that the dirtied envelope slipped from between the pages. At first, she started to replace it, but something within stopped her. Her years of teaching and regard for books in general made the presence of the soiled envelopes against the clean white pages offensive to her and she withdrew it, curiously spreading it open to peer at the contents.
She could not have been more startled than when her eyes focused on a picture of a naked woman sucking the penis of a partially stripped young boy ... a boy no older than Richard! She stared at it for a long moment, her already taunted mind immediately fired by the lewd depiction, the sound of Richard's whistling as he mixed the martinis assuring her that he was unawarily occupied. She started to call out to him sharply, with the specific intention of reprimanding him a second time in three days for the same reason, but again, something within stopped her. Instead, she quickly slid the envelope with its contents into her dress front. Then, feeling very much like a dirty-minded sneak-thief, she set about fathoming the math problems once more.
* * *
Pricilla's distraught reason for keeping the filthy pictures was quite honest. She refused to even face the question until she was on her third martini and Richard had gone back to his room to finish his homework. She brought out the envelope then, once more to gape lustfully at the obscene portrayals, feeling the ripples of salacious excitement churning in her belly.
Even the one of the boy licking the vagina that the woman held spread-open for him while with her other hand she fondled his slender young penis, sent wild sensations charging through her, and that surprised her, for such a licentious act had never been part of her own craving. But the depicted scene and the expression of carnal rapture on the woman's face reminded her of the never-before tingled of delight that the evil Greg had brought her the afternoon before when he had run his tongue through her moistly throbbing pussy ... sucking and licking ... God!
In mounting lust, the redheaded teacher continued to study the lewd pictures in minute detail, putting herself in the place of the woman and her Richard, in that of the boy. Unconsciously she finished her martini and poured another, aware only of her inability to take her eyes from them and knowing full well the luridly inciting effect they were having on her... and what it could only inevitably lead to!
Dear God! All of her feeble resolutions were rapidly disintegrating, weren't they ... just as she had known they would even as she had made them! It was going to happen again ... again ... and again! There was no way she could help herself... absolutely no way!
* * *
At dinner, Richard instinctively knew his plan had worked. He had found the pictures missing and sat in his room wondering if she were going to burst in on him in a rage or something. When she hadn't, he'd gone out to join her for dinner. She had that warm, exciting expression on her pretty face when she looked at him, and he knew it was coming off just like he'd hoped. Then, to cinch it, when he'd held her chair for her at the table, she'd grasped his arm and pulled him down, kissing him hotly on the mouth and telling him what a handsome young darling he was. Crap, his old dong had almost jumped right out of his pants!
All the same, he couldn't take any chances. He fixed her more drinks after dinner and helped with the dishes, while every so often she would put her arm around his waist and hug him tightly to her, until he could feel her softly pliant breasts flattening against his arm. Man! A half-dozen times he caught her glancing down at the now perpetual bulge at the front of his jeans, her beautiful eyes always getting that hungry look. It made him tingle right down in his balls when she looked at him like that, because all he could think of was the way she'd sucked him and put his cock right inside her cunt. Still, he couldn't help the apprehensive tightness inside him either. Crap, it was wrong and he knew it... if his dad ever found out... ! Man, that would be the end of him! He'd send him away someplace for good, he'd bet!
He just couldn't help himself was all. Every time she touched him he got that crazy feeling in his belly, and his wildly throbbing cock was so hard it actually hurt! Man, he'd never felt quite like that before... then, suddenly he heard himself making up a story about a kid he knew at school who was doing "you know what" to one of the girls, and she had gotten even more excited, asking questions with her eyes all sparkly, her little pink tongue coming out sometimes to lick her pretty lips. It was really a half-true story because he'd been thinking of old Zach and that dumb girl, but he'd described pot-head Zach as being younger, like himself, and a real nice guy.
"Y-you will have to invite some of your young friends over one of these nights while your father is away, darling," she'd said, smiling at him, her eyes shining excitedly. "I-I'd love to meet them. Maybe ... maybe we could have a little party ... or something?"
"Yeah," he'd replied enthusiastically, wondering what she might mean by a party ... or something. "That'd be swell..."
After they had gone into the front room he'd had a Coke while she kept drinking the Scotch and sodas he fixed for her ... until it was nine o'clock and he yawned, getting slowly to his feet and saying something about taking his shower ...
"Yes, darling ... it's time ... isn't it," she half-whispered, her eyes like two gleaming beds of blazing coals as she let them move all over him. "And then ... I'll come and tuck you in ... like the other night... Would you like that little lover?"
Richard tried to swallow his heart back down out of his throat. That was his cue and he knew it! Crap, he was going to burst right open he was so excited, and she was staring at his cock that was as hard as a hammer-handle! He managed: "Yeah ... man ...I'd like that a lot, Priscilla ... honest!"
Priscilla had reached a state of lecherous desire so profound that she was completely oblivious to everything but the envisioned bliss the boy's beautiful young body was going to bring her. In the sensuous carnal spell that Richard had purposely helped weave around her, she moved through the house closing it for the night, shutting off lamps and haphazardly checking doors, listening to the spray of his shower while her mind immersed itself in the salacious thoughts of her lust-filled pleasure to come.
No longer did she even give thought to Ed, nor feel any qualms at the depravity of her intended seduction of his son. In her liquor-steeped brain only the most absolute of licentious cravings were in command, and as she began to undress in her room the mere touch of her own soft hand against her tingling, satiny skin was enough to set her nearly wild.
Outside, not a block away in the warm summer darkness, Zach Archer had just finished a joint. The broad-shouldered boy felt like a million ... maybe two million, he thought to himself, grinning as he walked along the dimly lighted suburban street toward Richard Harley's house.
The weed always gave him a hearty uplift. Hell, he could do anything, right at that moment! It was sure one great feeling ... better than cumming ... well, almost maybe, but that all depended on who a guy had his cock in, didn't it. Now take that dumb bitch at school he'd gotten to the point where shooting into her was like emptying his balls into a jar of liver. Still, when you had nothing else, even a jar of liver could look good.
He continued to grin to himself as he lumbered along the street. This bit he was going on right now ... shit, he didn't believe a fucking word of it. Infant was just running off at the mouth like he always did, but he still had all the intentions of taking a look-see. Peeking in windows and watching people when they didn't know ... watching them do their little intimate private things, always gave him a hell of a bang. He'd seen plenty that way, too, and if the punk really did have his Dad's girl friend, maybe he'd get a sneak-look at her undressing or something. That could make it worth his time. He had nothing to lose. He better come off with the goods, that's all he had to say ... he damned sure better ... and there was his house ...
* * *
Ed's flight had been delayed by two hours and though irritated, he had decided to wait it out at S.F. International, but then the payoff had come when after a little more than an hour in the air the Captain had announced that he was having difficulty with something-or-other and was returning to San Francisco. All passengers were advised to check on debarkation for information regarding the time and flight number of their earliest departure.
To hell with it, he thought. It almost seemed like an omen. He had no intention of sitting around that damned terminal for X-number more hours. He'd go home, get some much needed sleep, then, take off. In the meantime, he would also have a few precious hours with Priscilla... and he could hardly think of anything more important than that.
God, she was beautiful... and there was no question about the love he felt for her being excitingly alive within him. Richard loved her too; he could see that. There wasn't any doubt in his mind but what they'd all be happy together... if only he could shake her of that bachelor-girl hang-up she'd nourished so long.
Damn, he could hardly wait to fill his eyes with her again! His bachelor years after Esther got so sick hadn't been much fun. Christ! He needed a wife!
* * *
Zach moved with silent agility in the shadows behind the house, easing below the lighted window where the draperies were partially opened, remembering it was Richard's room. But, just as he had figured, the room was empty ... and it was already after nine. The little prick had given him a lot of talk!
Suddenly, as he stared, the door pushed inward and a girl entered ... girl, woman, what the hell, he couldn't be sure with that red hair ... but shit, she was wearing one of those look-through negligee things ... and Christ, she didn't have a goddamn thing on beneath it! He could see the hair on her cunt right through it... and her tits! Damn, he'd never seen tits like them, not even in his pictures! She was really something ... and pretty as a movie star like the kid said! That had to be her, all right, Infant was right. He'd picked the wrong window, but this was better than watching that little punk. Hell, the kid knew what he was talking about when he said she was beautiful; he'd never seen such a gorgeous body on a broad! Damn, just looking at her was enough to jerk his cock into beginning hardness!
He watched her with growing lust as she moved into the room. She seemed to glide across the floor toward him to the desk not four feet away from where he crouched, her voluptuous body becoming more visible through the sheer material of her gown. He knew if the window was open he could reach right in and touch one of her full, pointed tits, or her puffy little cunt up between her lushly curved thighs, the latter almost on an eye-level with him and close enough to see the shadowed pink slit beneath the sparse red hair! Man, what a terrific knockout she was! Infant had been right about that much ... !
It struck Zach then that the books lying on the desk she was running one hand gently over, and the other things in the room were Richard's! They were his school books and she was touching them as if they were made of gold or something! What the hell ... maybe the little bastard hadn't lied to him!
He found out for certain not a second later as Richard walked through the doorway wearing nothing but a towel, and even from where he crouched, he could see the little fink's cock was hard as a rod, punching the towel out in front of it! Then, the delicious chick turned to face and smile at him. Christ, he couldn't believe it!
"Are... are you ready to be tucked in, darling ... ?" he heard her ask softly in a husky, almost choked voice.
"I-I... yeah ... crap yes!" he heard and saw Richard stammer, his eyes bugging as he stared at her, probably even forgetting that he was out there watching, and sonofabitch, he didn't blame him! Man, she was something ... really something!
Richard was well aware that Zach was probably outside staring wide-eyed, but he didn't give a crap. He didn't care about anything - only the beautiful sight of Priscilla moving toward him. She was wearing a gown like the other night, except this one was black and he could see right through it too ... everything! Man! He could almost cry he was so tight inside! Then, she stopped, not two feet away from him.
"Take off your towel, darling, and show me your little cock," she hissed, slowly removing her own covering, letting it drop to the floor and standing before him completely naked, her red hair streaming down over her shoulders like some kind of goddess.
He did, hesitantly watching her fire-filled eyes drop to lock on his aching shaft of solid flesh that had been hard so long he wondered if it wouldn't break off. Then, she moved closer and dropped slowly onto her knees in front of him, her face almost on a level with his navel.
"Oh my God, darling ... it's so beautiful and hard tonight!" she gasped, moving one hand out to gently caress it... then his belly and thighs, and finally, his little cum-filled balls ... cupping them tenderly as she squatted back onto her naked haunches, pressing her head forward until her wetly rounded mouth slipped over the swollen end of his pulsing young cock. Her fingers skinned back his foreskin as her tongue played over its head hungrily while he stood there looking down at her head, wildly entranced with the sight of her beautiful face sucking him. Damn, it was so achingly crazy-wonderful that he wanted to bawl! He did! He did!
Less than six feet away Zach could hardly believe what he was seeing with his own small eyes. Goddamn, the mouthy bastard hadn't been lying! She was actually sucking his scrawny cock! On her knees, with her beautifully rounded ass on an angle to him, but enough for him to see the smoothness of it, plus that of her jutting tits! Christ, he'd never seen anything like it . . or her! His own cock was like an axe-handle and beginning to throb just watching them! Damn, he knew he wasn't any kind of brain, but she had to have some crazy hang-up to make her want to suck baby pricks, and what intelligence he possessed was functioning along the vein it had been steeped in. Watching her head bob lewdly back and forth, her lips clasped around Richard's little cock while she fondled his balls and the kid stood there wide-eyed, was like injecting some sexual adrenalin into him ...
And then, she was on her feet again, drawing the numbed little dope toward the bed, every word she said distinctly clear to him.
"Now, darling, tonight we're going to do it a little different. Would you like that?"
"I-I... whatever you say, Priscilla!"
"W-Wouldn't you like to look real close at my pussy ... maybe even kiss it?"
"Oh ... man! I don't know ... I guess so."
"Then, lie down on the bed, darling, and I'll get up over you ... but you don't do anything unless you want to ... I mean, like putting your tongue in it, or anything like that."
Zach hardly realized he'd released his cock from his pants and had it in his hands. He'd heard every word both of them had said and now he was watching Richard stretch out on the bed, his face damn near the color of chalk even as his eyes were bugging out of his head. Hell, the kid was scared half to death, but at the same time, Zach could see that he really wanted her to do what she'd said. Like Richard, Zach gaped in breathless excitement as the woman called Priscilla climbed onto the bed, her beautiful breasts swaying and jiggling as she lifted one leg over Infant's tense body, spreading those full white thighs and kneeing her way slowly up toward his frightened face.
Zach continued to watch, his mouth and throat raspy dry, subconsciously stroking his hardened cock, as the beautiful teacher smoothed her soft hands down over her hips to her thighs, her knees snug to Richard's armpits, her red, down-sprinkled cunt right above his face so that he was looking up at its narrow pink slit. Christ, Zach thought, he'd give his left nut to be in the little punk's place at that very moment!
"Now, my little lover, you mustn't be frightened," Priscilla hissed at Richard's awe-stricken face, the libidinous surges of wantonly rising passion boiling in her flat belly completely out of hand. She had no intentions nor desire toward trying to regain control of them. Satan, himself was in command of her lascivious thoughts, words and deeds this night, she thought vaguely, and she was giving herself over to him totally! "Does my vagina look pretty to you, darling?" she whispered huskily, her eyes brimming with their lurid sparkle as she grazed her soft hands inward over the satiny skin of her inner thighs to pause on either side of the pouting flanges her shamelessly exposed cunt presented.
"Uuh ... oh ... ye-yeah ... man!" Richard grunted and gasped, the sight of her pink, moistly glistening pussy that close to his face causing wildly crazy sensations in his belly and balls. He had only to lift his hand to touch it, or raise his head and his nose would brush against her silken pubic hair! Crap, he didn't know whether he was more afraid or excited ... either way, he just couldn't move, only stare at the way-out spectacle of it!
His obviously innocent apprehension only added to Priscilla's delicious craving. She remembered the picture of the boy with his young teasing tongue worming up in the woman's cunt, and the incredibly carnal delight Greg's young evil tongue had immediately created inside her own excited vagina the day before. It was a new discovery for her that she was yet uncertain of, but just the thought of seducing her precious little sweetheart into committing the depraved act was enhancing her anticipation a hundredfold! She reached for his hands and slowly brought their backs in contact with the warm smooth flesh of her inner thighs, inching them upward until they could go no further ... until their palms almost joined with her protruding, soft hair-covered cuntal lips between them, and as his arms tensed, she whispered: "Now, lover, take your thumbs and slowly spread it open so that you can see everything there inside it!"
Zach's thick length of pulsating cock-flesh was so hard that he thought it might strain his balls or something, the way it seemed to be pulling tightly at the swollen sac beneath. It had already begun to throb achingly as he watched and listened with astonished, lust-incited eyes the unbelievably shaped beautiful woman straddling Infant on the bed not six feet away from him, while he luridly stroked himself.
Shit, he'd never seen anything like this... and now she'd taken the stupid squirt's hands and placed them right on either side of her cunt... but the dumb little bastard was acting as if he didn't know what to do next... ! Wait! Goddamn! He was doing it... using his thumbs to spread apart the hot-looking layers of pink-flesh up between her legs!
Zach leaned closer to the pane of the window, so close that his breath was steaming the glass, and he had to withdraw a half inch as he stroked his excitedly throbbing penis at a faster tempo.
"That's it, darling! That's it... !" Priscilla hissed, trying to look down between and over her own proudly jutting breasts to watch in wild eyed frenzy as Richard hesitantly, but determinedly drew her quivering vaginal lips away from each other, his eyes like marbles in his head! "Spread it open all the way ... so that you can see everything I have, baby!"
Zach heard his own panting breath while he grasped his cock and gaped at the unbelievably salacious sight of her pussy-flesh opening like an obscene sandwich before him, and right above Richard Harley's uncertain face, the intricate secrets of her fevered femininity slowly coming into view before his eyes as the naked youth peeled them apart with his thumbs. Goddamn! He'd never seen anything like that! That raw coral flesh glistened as if it were diamond studded! And he could see her hole ... and the clitoris at the top of her hair-lined split that all you had to do was touch and she'd come off! Christ, her puckering cunt mouth looked like it belonged to a teenager, it was so small! Man, how he'd like to shove some cock into that!
Then he tore his eyes from it to look up at her beautiful face, the lewd expression on it surprising him. Damn, she looked like a vampire he'd once seen in a horror movie ... way-out pretty, but scary, too!
"Is it exciting to you, darling? Do you like to look at my naked pussy?" Zach heard her question tightly.
"I... oh ... crap, yes! It's something else!" Richard choked.
"W-Would you like ... like to kiss it... lick it?" she asked, her voice seeming to come from her chest.
''Oh man! I-I don't know, Priscilla ... honest... I don't know!" the goddamn stupid bastard sputtered, causing Zach to shift his position nervously.
That proved it! The squirt was a real Infant! Christ, how he wished he had the chance to eat her cunt! He'd tear her up ... like he did that bitch at school when he shoved his tongue inside her!
Richard was petrified! Mesmerized by the lustful excitement of her nakedly exposed cunt before him, yet, completely baffled by its intoxicating perfume, plus the fact that she was gaping down, watching him. Crap, he really wanted to kiss it... touch it with his tongue, but he didn't want her looking at him! Man, he could smell it from where he lay, and it was some wild scent mixed with a tangy odor that had to be her real honest cunt-smell! Wow ... it was something else again, and he raised his head a little higher to whiff it more keenly!
He hardly realized that he looked up at her as might an innocent puppy, wanting only to be petted and loved. She was the most beautiful, alluring phenomenon that had happened to him in his pubescent life, and he wanted to prove it to her as well as himself, but... but he couldn't while she watched.
The wantonly aroused teacher read the look in his eyes as if it were a written sentence. Excitedly, she took his hands and gently removed them, saying: "Wait, little lover, I want to turn around where I can see and kiss your handsome cock. Then, you do whatever you want to me ... you beautiful boy!"
The spasms of lecherously mounting lust rippling through the beautiful teacher's entire being had never been equaled, even in her most desirous quests. She could hardly comprehend her own wantonness, but nothing else mattered, only her possession of this darling boy, both body and soul! He was the ultimate of all visions, dreams, or realities. With his delicious penis she could endure anything... all things... even marriage! Dear God, she was a ball of flame inside!
In her liquored haze, she turned herself around on top of him, drawing her knees up compactly to spread her smoothly rounded buttocks wider over his young face, then lowered her wet excited pussy while she stared at his throbbing young cock, her eyes finally settling on the taut velvety sac of his balls. God, he was so beautiful!
With two loving fingers, she raised his cock ceiling-ward and let her moist tongue play with the silken, blondish hairs before licking up the length of his turgidly swollen shaft. She drew the foreskin up as far as it would go, then, pressed the tip of her tongue inside, forcing it downward like a foot in a stocking toward the underside of his glans. The beautiful teacher felt him lurch spasmodically beneath her and knew that she'd raised new excitement for him. Abruptly, then, she felt his hands moving up her hotly sensitive inner thighs toward her hotly quivering vagina and held her breath until it happened! He spread them once more ... far ... far apart! And then she felt his breath ... finally his lips, then his tongue ... experimentally at first, tickling all of the raw intimate flesh .of her trembling cuntal split ... and finally, the brave little tongue-tip taunting her eagerly vibrating clitoris!
Heaven or hell, she never wanted it to end! She'd do anything to make it possible!
Crap almighty, Priscilla was some sort of a goddess like he read about in school, Richard was convinced, gaping upward at the sight of her pulsating little pussy spread above his face! Man, her skin was as smooth as silk, and the hair on her wantonly displayed cunt like fluff! Her smooth white buttocks were right above his face and spread crazy-wide open! He could see the tiny puckered mouth of her anus as well as he could see her cunt, and there wasn't one single hair around it! She was as smooth as glass all the way from her moistly inciting pussy to her rectum ... and it was her wetly glistening cunt that was mesmerizing him. Again, he used his thumbs to spread it open, this time seeing her moistened channel more distinctly ... tautly open ... but small, he thought, raising his face to kiss it with his lips. Then, it lowered, until he didn't have to raise his face any more, and he found himself exploring inside the sweet, wetly heated flesh with his tongue.
The taste of her succulent pussy dribbled down it... an aromatic perfume-like taste that was her, Priscilla, alone! His young nostrils flared with the delicious female odor she exuded, and he jerked his own hungrily throbbing loins upward, feeling her tongue playing new games with the super-sensitive head of his cock.
Crap! His dad would send him away for a thousand years if he ever saw what they were doing ... but he couldn't help it...,!
Zach had dropped to his knees and was pulling at his cock feverishly. He could hardly believe what he was viewing through the window was real... but he knew it was! Infant was licking her beautiful pink cunt like a brat sucking at a tit, holding onto the full orbs of her ass and shoving his pretty face right into it! Christ, how he'd like to be in his place... he could actually taste it all the way over here. And there she was sucking him now ... the little punk hadn't lied! He had a bitch, all right, and someway, somehow, Zach Archer was going to get some of her! The bitch! The beautiful, delicious bitch!
Her magnificent ass and cunt were flowered right open to him, marred only by the squirt's bobbing head as he played his tongue inside the damp pink flesh of the pussy he was holding open with his thumbs. Christ, his wildly throbbing cock felt as if it were going to blow apart if he didn't relieve its tension soon, and he began to pump harder. In his young lifetime of sensual pleasure he'd never seen, even dreamed, of anything like what he was witnessing!
Richard felt as if he were in another world entirely foreign to his own and all that he'd ever known. The mere thought that she would place her warmly scented cunt above his mouth and face to look at and lick if he wanted to was beyond anything he could imagine! And all the time, she was hungrily sucking on his cock! He could feel her tightly ovaled mouth moving up and down while her hands played with his sperm-laden balls! Wow, she really knew what a guy liked ... what a guy dreamed about in the middle of the night, when he woke up with a stiff hard-on! She knew everything! Man, she was terrific ... and her wetly clasping pussy tasted like some crazy wine he'd never sampled but should have!
Crap, he wasn't scared anymore ... not after running his tongue through her heated slit and feeling all of the exciting things there. He'd even found that when he touched the little bud on top that she trembled all over, her ass-cheeks jiggling in his hands, and that her breath quickened. There must be something about that spot that got to her, he thought, working his exploring tongue there more diligently. And every time he did, she began to suck harder on his cock ... Man, he'd discovered some secret, all right!
Dear God, Priscilla whimpered within herself, his delicate sweet tongue was warm velvet licking and playing in the sensitive flesh of her madly tingling cunt, and the dear child had discovered her clitoris! Mind shattering sensations of lewd delight sent rippling tremors over the nerve-ends of her silken skin as she felt his softly sucking lips inside her there, encircling the palpitating shaft of her clitoris and beginning a gentle sucking action. The obscene carnal excitement of it made her want to cry cut in licentious joy, but instead, she began to suck harder on his throbbing little cock, taking its entire length up into her mouth. She desperately strained to include a portion of his desire-taunted balls, while she swirled her feverish tongue over his genitals in ever-increasing joy.
Yes, yes! This was it... seducing him to lick and kiss her love-starved vagina, while she orally caressed and sucked his delicious young cock! Never had she known such utterly wicked pleasure in the practice of her depravity, for she was all too aware that it was the act of stealing his innocence as much as the feeling of his eagerly exploring tongue up inside her wetly heated pussy that was increasing her lust to an almost demonic frenzy.
Voraciously, Priscilla plunged her mouth down onto his now wildly pulsing rod of childish, hot flesh, sucking and licking in her attempt to draw the white nectar from deep in its core, her alcohol-drenched brain abruptly conceiving the warped thought that she would suck him all night... again and again, making him shoot his white, hot sperm into her mouth and throat! Dear God, even then, could she get enough of him! Her own drive had been fired beyond reason! She could cum a thousand times this night!
Suddenly, she sensed his mouth and tongue jerking out of her and his warm young hands clutching at the softly quivering moons of her buttocks, as his loins tensed under her in an unmistakable signal. Excitedly, she wedged her own hands beneath his hollowing young buttocks to cup and force his cock upward into her lewdly hungering mouth to its fullest possible extent... !
"Oh ... oh man ... it's going to happen, Priscilla ... any minute now, I'm going to cum," Richard gasped, breathlessly.
Zach had reached a state of animalistic lust the likes of which he had never even imagined in his young years. The absolutely salacious spectacle of the voluptuously naked older woman straddling Richard and sucking every fraction of an inch of his little cock into her pumping mouth, while the kid licked her exposed pink pussy, clutching at her beautiful ass right above his face, had driven him to pounding his own rock-hard cock in wild fury! But even as he feverishly stroked it and watched, his drugged mind was contemplating braver and wilder actions... if he just could find a way into the goddamned house! Why not... ? Richard's old man wasn't around, and who was going to stop him ... or call a cop? Call the fuzz... man, that was a laugh, with the way they were going at each other!
As much as he hated to miss a second of the lewd action, Zach tucked his thick rigid cock inside his pants and moved away in the darkness. He figured that if he got inside it would probably be through an unlocked window, but it was actually the back door he discovered that had not been tightly closed, and as his breath quickened at his good fortune, he slipped silently inside ...
Crap! He was going to shoot any second, Richard realized, and as much as he wanted to, he still wished he could've held it longer and gone on licking and sucking her deliciously beautiful cunt! But there was no way he could keep it back, he knew, as he stared up at the glistening pink flesh of her wetly quivering pussy and the tiny wrinkled mouth of her anus between the widespread cheeks of her ass. He sensed the crazy churning sensation on his balls and belly, feeling Priscilla's more urgent sucking mouth pulling at his wildly jerking cock as if she were trying to draw the lining right out of him ... !
"Oh ... oh Crap ... now ... here it cums ... !" he gasped, burying his face in her aromatic pussy flesh as the convulsive sensations charged through his spasming loins and he felt the needle-like jets of seething white cum squirting into her eagerly sucking and swallowing mouth and throat... !
Cum, darling, cum! Priscilla's inner voice moaned wantonly, her lips clasped in a fierce tightness around the base of his pulsating young cock, her eagerly excited tongue lashing and swirling over its exploding head while she brought her hands around to tenderly squeeze at his sperm-bloated balls in her obscene bliss.
She felt his loins jerking unevenly up against her face, the grotesquely swollen head of his rigid cock expanding in her vacuuming mouth ... and then it came as he moaned into the hot avaricious flesh of her cunt! It splashed into the back of her throat in furious spurts of hot creamy liquid... gush after gush of the young, sweet-tasting fluid that she craved so much! She had hoped that his ejaculation would trigger her own climax as always, but even though she teetered on the brink, it didn't happen, and in vague disappointment she reasoned that it had to be all of the liquor she had drunk ... She didn't dwell on it... it was going to be a long, beautiful night! Again and again, he spewed his heated spurts of fresh sperm into her throat, and she groaned while she continued to suck hungrily, her Adam's apple bobbing with licentious greed as she gulped and swallowed his flood of burning semen.
Her lips were clasped tightly around its rapidly deflating shaft and she was swirling her tongue in a clockwise manner about the still throbbing head, cleaning and licking it to extract its last precious drop in her unsatisfied lust, when an unexpected voice registered and she jerked her head upright to stare in horror at the filled doorway ... !
"Don't get scared... I'm a friend of Richard's!" Zach blurted out as she gaped at him from her lascivious all fours position, a thin string of Richard's spent white cum stretching from her lower hp to his limply useless cock.
"Oh... oh my God!" she gasped in astonished confusion, her glazed eyes focusing on his bigger, uglier young form until at last they saw his opened fly and the measure of thick rigid flesh that he had stuffed inside and was bulging meaningfully ...
"Zach!" Richard exclaimed, raising his head to look around Priscilla's nakedly spread buttocks above his face. "How the crap did you get in here?"
"Walked in," the boy grinned, his small eyes gleaming as he stared at the beautiful teacher's fully pointed breasts ripely swaying beneath her kneeling figure. "You think I was going to stay out there and watch while you two sucked and licked each other? Not me, man ... so I find a door unlocked... and now I want some, too ... or I tell all I know!"
"Oh ... oh my God!" she repeated, swiping her small pink tongue at her Up to sweep the thick string of pungent moisture into her mouth, while her eyes stared hungrily at the peeking white patch of his hardened young flesh through his opened fly. He had undoubtedly had it out and was playing with himself while he watched them, she reasoned nebulously, the lewd thought, plus, the mere sight of it rigidly trying to burst from its confinement enough to feed her still unfulfilled lust. Why, or how, he had come to be there never entered her wantonly provoked mind ... only that he was ... with his young boy-cock hard and ready, the ugliness of his pug face completely escaping her!
"Damn you, Zach ... !" Richard cursed, tears of rage bubbling into his eyes. "Get out of here! Right now you crazy pot-head!"
"Here, stop that, darling," she soothed, looking partially back at him from her yet unmoved position, a sudden wildly exciting thought racing through her lecherous brain. "If he's a friend of yours... then, it's all right. Re-Remember what I said about having a party ... inviting some of your friends over?"
Richard could hardly believe what she was saying! Crap almighty! Zach was no friend of his now ... but what was she getting at? She... she couldn't mean that she'd do it with... with him ... could she ... ? He started to speak, but she said: "G-Go ahead, Zach ... take off your clothes and come over here with us ... ! Hurry ... take them off and show me your cock!"
Zach doubted that he'd heard right; he hadn't expected it to come off quite so easily; but he wasn't about to stand there thinking about it! Quickly, he jerked and pulled at his clothing until he stood naked, watching the crazy expression of wildly unfulfilled lust gleaming in her dark eyes and slackening her beautiful face.
Priscilla stared in avid fascination at the approaching barrel-chested boy, her glowing green eyes locking on the rigidly erect lance of his thicker, longer young cock jutting out from his hair-covered loins, his swollen balls below swaying with his every movement. Even as Richard's sob from behind and in under her registered, she knew there was no way that she could keep herself from sucking it hungrily into her mouth and taking his heavy young balls into her hands!
Zach couldn't speak; his throat was cotton-dry! He just kept moving closer to the bed as she crawled down away from Infant to the edge until his eagerly throbbing cock and her mouth met! She took it in her hand, skinning back its foreskin with two fingers, then slid her soft warm lips over the damp spongy head, gliding it along the length of her tongue until it nearly brushed the back of her throat.
Richard was beside himself in bitter jealousy. His tears were blinding him and his rage firing to an immediately reached point of wanting to jump up and batter both of them to pulps! But he was still pinned beneath Priscilla's thighs and lewdly spread buttocks that had moved down over his hips as she eased toward the bottom of the bed. He couldn't see what she was doing to the crazy pot-heat, but by the bobbing movement of her head, he could guess! Then, in the mirror above his dresser, he caught their reflection and a crazy sensation shot through him!
Zach was standing there with his hands on his narrow hips, his thickly erected cock poling out as he arched his back and buttocks forward, while Priscilla, glinty-eyed, had sucked nearly all of it into her wetly ovalled mouth! She rested there on one hand while the other cupped and fondled his balls ... just as she had done to him! Crap, her lips were rounded tightly around it, her cheeks going in and out as she moved her head back and forth, the pink flesh of her inner lips pulling out when she sucked off on it, then disappearing as she moved her face forward, taking all but just a tiny little stretch at its base into her beautiful mouth!
Richard couldn't understand the stupid sensations the lewd scene was setting off inside him, and even his choked emotions of hurt and anger couldn't keep his cock from stirring sensually as he watched!
There was no innocence to be devoured from the boy whose sizeable cock she was feverishly sucking. The drunken teacher knew. He was not of the ilk or precious beauty of her sweet Richard, but his was a boy cock potent with the white hot delight that her lustful craving must have to satiate it, and on this night she could suck a hundred more just like it!
Richard's hurt reactions had not gone unnoticed; yet even had he begged her not to, she would have had to suck this ugly boy's painfully swollen shaft of genital flesh. And then, she had seen her little darling watching them in the mirror ... finally feeling his revived cock stirring vigorously between her thighs and brushing against her buttocks where they hovered above his loins. It occurred to her then that his mere watching of her lewd performance had been the rejuvenating factor inside him, and the very thought was enough to add more fuel to her insanely uncontrollable passion.
Memories of Greg and Manny from the previous day raced through her mind, the manner in which they had forcefully taken her flashed in fleeting scenes through her brain, each and every nuance continually spiking the nearly-maddening sensations inside her. If she could incite these two boys into believing they were possessing her... while in reality, she would be possessing them! God! Oh God! She was going to burst open with the bliss ever-building within her burning pussy and belly!
Zach's fever-filled rod of hard flesh had abruptly begun to pulsate warningly in her mouth as he strained and arched his loins forward, while she reached back between her spread thighs to grasp Richard's again hard cock, drawing and rubbing its rubbery young tip between the moistly ready lips of her cunt and causing him to grasp and jerk beneath her. Then, she insinuated the head between the little ridges of wetly quivering flesh on either side of her vagina and lowered her hips, feeling its hot virile hardness slide up into her vagina channel, sending thrill after thrill of wanton delight rippling through her kneeling body.
Lecherously, she began to raise and lower her buttocks while Richard watched with lifted head to see his dully aching re-stiffened cock vanish inside the heated pink flesh of her cuntal passage. Immediately, he could feel the snug velvety walls of her hot channel pulling at his penis just as her mouth had a few minutes before, and then she began to undulate her naked ass-cheeks in little circles as she pressed her voracious cunt down onto it, her vaginal muscles massaging its rigid length. Crap, he was really fucking her now ... !
"Oh damn!" Zach gasped, and Priscilla felt the urgent flexing of his muscles, the reaction of his strong young body as she taunted his rigidly jerking penis with tongue and lips, the carnal delight the act gave her adding to her own ever-mounting pleasure. He was near to cumming... very near, and she drew her nails beneath his sperm-laden balls while she increased her fucking pace pumping her wildly rejoicing cunt up and down on his hard slender cock.
She began to suck harder, the edges of her white teeth digging gently into Zach's tense-muscled flesh, leaving tiny white paths where the blood had been scraped momentarily away from beneath the surface of the sensitive skin.
Zach gaped down at her in lust-choked amazement as she drew him closer to her by clutching his balls in one gentle encompassing hand, her tongue lashing furiously in a circling motion around the pulsating, swollen glans of his almost exploding cock, and he gaped at the saliva-coated length of it as it appeared and then completely disappeared into her gluttonously sucking mouth and throat.
Shit, he was going to blow his mind as sure as hell! His beady eyes gazed over the satiny flesh of her nakedly pumping torso, the hollow of her back and the way her narrow waist flared into her generous hips and obscenely spread buttocks. Her churning ass-cheeks were heaving rhythmically up and down as she fucked Infant's scrawny cock in her cunt... He caught one fleeting glimpse of Richard's lust-contorted face before he wound his hands tightly in her hair, the needle-like message from his balls suddenly blotting out everything!
"Goddamn! I -I'm going to cum ... now ... !" he blurted, holding cruelly to her head as he rammed his thick spewing cock to the back of her throat and his loins began their convulsive pumping action ...
Priscilla moaned passionately in her perverted bliss as she felt Zach's loins jerk, the head of his cock expanding in her voraciously sucking mouth. She heard him curse out his warning, twisting his strong hands in her hair and then it came! It shot down into her throat in wildly erupting spurts of teeming, creamy liquid ... gush after gush of his sweetly heated sperm, causing her to pound her salaciously spread-open ass-cheeks and tingling wet cunt onto her little darling's rock-hard stalk of flesh! Again and again, the boy spewed his hot jism into her licentiously swallowing throat ... nothing else in her wickedly lust-corrupted world mattering to her in that obscenely rapturous moment but the seething nectar of his precious loins he was pumping down her throat, and the tormenting pressure within her own belly that she could not seem to bring to the maddening explosive point of relief.
"Oh shit ...oohhhh!" Zach groaned, watching her eagerly devouring mouth labor in its sucking, tongue-laving hunger while she cupped and squeezed his emptied young balls in an effort to extract the last drop from his rapidly deflating cock. He let free of her hair and tried to push her away, staggering weakly as he strained to pull his limp and useless penis from her still sucking mouth before she drew it out of him by the roots!
Richard couldn't concentrate on what was happening at the other end of her; his own crazy-wild sensations had been peaked again to such a mind-shattering point by the salacious sight and feel of his rock-hard cock plunging in and out of her moistly clasping cunt as she hammered her beautiful buttocks up and down on it that he felt like bursting right out crying! Man, he didn't care anymore if she sucked Zach Archer or ten more pot-heads just like him ...just as long as she did wild things like what she was doing for him! Crap, he was fucking her ... fucking right into her beautiful, tight velvet cunt! He never wanted it to stop ... never!
The beautiful teacher's lecherous passion had at last reached beyond any rational stage, she realized vaguely. The depraved craving inside her had consumed what restraint she might have once felt. Dear God, she had become its slave! Like an addict whose drug dosage had to be continuously increased each time he indulged himself to reach that demanding state of physical satisfaction, so had she arrived at the licentious level where one, two, or even three of their young deliciously squirting cocks were not enough to satiate her insane lust! Oh ... she could suck a dozen of them to completion this night!
Hazily, she watched Zach stumble backwards out of her clutching reach, his small eyes a confused mixture of spent excitement and bafflement. She sensed the contorted twist to her mouth as she tried to smile up at him. "J-Just rest awhile ... and watch us ... my little darling and me," she managed hoarsely.
Richard suddenly couldn't stand it. It was so mind blowingly good. Oh Jesus! Just then the beautiful teacher pulled up off of him, the roundly voluptuous white buttocks moving salaciously. Oh noooo! Couldn't she tell he had to finish!
To his relief she merely turned around, placing her knees on either side of his prone body and began lowering herself back onto his upstanding cock. Jesus, her slickly heated pussy flesh was devouring his jerking cock right up inside! Oh crap! It felt like a hot buttered fist swallowing him whole!
Zack had never in his life seen anything like it. Christ, that bitch couldn't get enough! Shit! They'd fuck and suck all night. Crazy! And Infant said she was a teacher in Serra Valley High! Man he was going to get transferred over there if it was the last thing he ever did!
CHAPTER EIGHT
Ed went wearily up the steps of his house. The lights of the taxi cut swaths down the darkened street, turned a corner and was gone. It was almost dawn - he could see the first faint streaks in the east.
God, he was tired. The house was dark and deadly quiet. He went into the kitchen and mixed himself a drink. It tasted like manna from heaven. There was a bright bouquet of poppies on the kitchen table. Priscilla's touch.
Suddenly it occurred to the weary professor that she was asleep in there in the guest bedroom - just a few feet away. God, she was so beautiful. Esther had been beautiful too, before she got so sick. All the make-shift sexual arrangements he'd had to make do with all these years seemed suddenly intolerable.
He hadn't rushed Priscilla because he didn't want to scare her. She was the woman he really wanted to marry - but suddenly, there in his own kitchen, he couldn't wait any longer! God knows he'd been patient. The hunger welled up in him like a flood that swept everything before it. Ed could feel the blood beating in his rising cock. Hell, they were going to be married anyway.
He undressed slowly as he thought about how she would look sleeping, that red hair on the pillow. Christ! It had been so long! The drink drained, he folded his clothes over the back of a chair and stole down the carpeted hall.
Standing inside the guest room door he listened to her quiet breathing. At last his eyes became accustomed to the gloom and he could make out Priscilla's white face and red hair on the pillow just as he had imagined it. It was even better. The covers had slipped down to reveal the naked fullness of a relaxed soft nippled white breast. He'd always known she had an eye stopping figure but his breath caught at the sight of the exquisitely swollen mound of satiny flesh.
His blood gorged hardness was jerking in frantic anticipation. Christ, she was lying there naked under the covers - as though she'd anticipated his coming. Carefully so as not to make any noise, Ed eased his shorts off and crept over to the sleeping woman.
Gently he bent and kissed her cheek. She stirred sleepily and sighed. His hand found the warmly heavy weight of her ripely rounded breast. He could feel the nipple stir and point under his palm.
"Oh, baby ... I need you so," he whispered as his mouth kissed down the smooth cheek to claim her full opened lips. As he kissed her he eased onto the bed beside her, gathering the warm naked curves of the beautiful teacher against his aching body. The mouth opened sleepily under his and accepted his tongue. Ed could feel his cock jerking wildly against the silken hip. Oh Christ! He needed this!
Her smooth, full-fleshed breast filled his hand to overflowing. He held it tight, squeezing and kneading it as his mouth pressed hard, tongue-fucking into the moistly receptive shelter of her mouth while his painfully pulsing cock beat an insistent tattoo against the curved hip.
Jesus! He couldn't wait. The sex-starved professor knew he should prepare her more, give her more time to be ready but suddenly nothing mattered except shoving his wildly yearning penis deep inside the soft warm hole up between her gorgeous legs.
Ed quickly rolled on top of her, spreading her long thighs with his knees while his tongue continued to fuck urgently into the wetly opened mouth that had begun to suck. He could feel the softly tickling fuzz of pussy hair between her legs as he nudged upward, his searching cock-head trying blindly to find the magic entrance. With one hand he reached down between them to guide his blunt-headed, stone-hard penis to her delectable pussy mouth.
Suddenly, just as he found it, found her vaginal lips all moist and hot, Priscilla's hand reached up and felt over his shoulders and arms. Her mouth jerked from his, the body suddenly rigid with fright.
"Stop ... stop it!"
"Honey ... shhhhhh ... it's only me ... Ed. I can't wait, baby!"
"Ed ... Ed? ... Whhhhhhat?"
"Got back early... I'll tell you about it later ... come here, baby."
"No! ... no! Stop!" she moaned, writhing beneath him.
"Cut it out, baby. Be still."
"Ohhhhh ... nooooo ... please!"
"What's the matter? You know I love you."
"Love me?" she said stupidly as though the words had no meaning, were uttered in a foreign tongue, Impatiently, Ed spread her legs further. Shit! He couldn't wait! His long hard cock was aching as he felt it was going to split into a million pieces!
Suddenly, just as his rigid shaft of impatient flesh began to enter the opened cuntal lips, Priscilla began fighting like a tigress. Tears spurted from her eyes, her naked young body whipped around like a cornered snake, her hands clawing at him, the nails leaving bloody gouges.
As she fought, Priscilla knew only one thing. She would not be raped again, used and abused by a brutal monster of a man! Men knew nothing of a woman's needs! They were selfish and tyrannical and beastly! She also knew she had to escape this vicious attack from the father of the boy she loved. It was too horrible - this huge male animal trying to ravish her in the middle of the night - after Richard and Zack, those lovely boys had satisfied her so wonderfully, so thoroughly.
But she was losing the battle! His strength was enormous. Oh God! She had to get away! Her sweet Richard might hear - come to investigate and find his father fucking her like a common whore. The boy would be ruined forever.
In hopeless desperation, Priscilla jabbed her fingers in the angry professor's eyes as he was pinning her down again. With a howl coming from his throat, his hands suddenly released her to grab his injured eyes. Like a flash she was out of the bed, grabbing her coat and purse.
"Priscilla - goddamn you! What the hell's the matter with you? You've damn near blinded me! You clawing bitch! I'll get you for this!"
The frantic teacher scarcely heard the wounded bull roars as she buttoned the coat over her naked body and went tearing out the front door to her little car. Shaking and crying, the sobs almost choking her, she managed to get the key in the ignition. The car roared to life in the pale dawn and went off down the street at breakneck speed.
Ed Harley sat on the edge of the bed, holding his eye. Jesus Christ! He felt like throwing up. That goddamned bitch! Cold as a clam. How the hell did he manage to get mixed up with such a neurotically Victorian female? She was crazy -nuts - completely insane!
Jesus! He'd had enough of that kind of woman to last him ten lifetimes! Esther - and now Priscilla. He got up wearily to find Richard standing in the doorway in his bathrobe. His son was staring at him as though he were some kind of monster.
But then, what the hell did a kid like him know about women like Priscilla....
