The social plight of women as the "second-best sex" is a degrading chapter in the history of human civilization. Women have traditionally been noted for their physical charms rather than their mental ability, even though their brain capacity has always been equal to man's, but it has only been within the last hundred years that suffragettes have gained a foothold in the power structure. Women are forcing men to grant them equality on all fronts. Laws have been passed--indeed, it has only been fifty years that women in America have had the power of the ballot! As the cigarette commercial brags to its potential feminine customers: "You've come a long way, baby!" And yet...
Laws can be circumvented, if not outright broken. Votes can be manipulated, rights ignored, and tokenism extended rather than true equality. Teacher's Exposure is a compelling and graphic account of what can--nay, often does! -happen when a woman bucks the establishment. It is an explicitly detailed story of a female caught in the machinations of man, and the lack of justice she may expect at the hands of male supremacists. It is the no-holds-barred description of how a woman teacher finds herself in a situation where she is unable to control the urges which society demands be held in check--and which, when released, prove the adage that there's one law for Him, and another law for Her! The author, Donald Heflin, does not plead that Laura Carter is innocent of the charges, for being compulsively obsessed with the desire to love and be loved physically by young boys, she is as guilty of seduction of the innocent as Fagin. Rather, Laura's involvement and the unfolding of her story are to indicate with telling veracity that what happens to her would never be the fate of a male high school teacher caught in the exact same web of circumstances! It is a man's world--and Laura does not have a chance!
This is a startling book, one not for the weak-minded or easily upset. Nor is it recommended for those who shy from reality or the knowledge of life with the lid torn off. The lusts and needs portrayed within are for the discerning reader who wishes to understand the psychological motivations of a woman caught by her own inexorable forces, and the sociological inequities she must face in modern America. But whether this book is read as education or entertainment, we the publishers are positive it will be one you will not soon forget.
-The Publishers
CHAPTER ONE
Laura Carter whipped her old gray Ford coupe through the intersection with an ease and grace which disproved the hoary old jokes about women drivers. The traffic was heavy this Friday evening--the stores stayed open until nine-thirty in suburban Wellsboro--and she was constantly having to dodge unthinking shoppers, or twist and saw around less skilled commuters. Like the white rabbit in Alice in Wonderland, a refrain went dancing through her busy mind, a silly little refrain which only added impetuosity to her urgency.
I'm late, I'm late for a very important date...
Late she was! Laura Carter was Social History teacher at Wellsboro High School, and in that capacity, had been chosen to help manage the special Easter Parent-Teacher Association meeting.
Overdue now, she was well aware of the acid, biting comments the school principal, Orson Parks, could lash her with...and probably would! Orson Parks, as handsome as he was, was often belligerent in his dealings with women, his velvet manner unable to hide completely an underlying sense of superiority and an unconcealed attitude of smug disdain toward his feminine underlings. Laura had been brought almost to tears a few times in the past from Parks' rapier-like words, and since this was her first year at Wellsboro, she didn't want to make any slip that would jeopardize her career! Working at Wellsboro was too enviable a position...and if only a man like Orson Parks didn't wield so much power!
Laura stopped for a light, impatiently tapping her foot on the accelerator until it turned green and then sped onto Turner Creek Boulevard, which fronted the school. Another five minutes and she'd be there, she cautioned herself as she passed an open convertible of young men. The men saw her and began to whistle and shout, for Laura was as voluptuously beautiful as she was talented at driving. She was of medium height and a little on the slender side with full, high-peaked breasts and firmly rounded thighs, long sculptured legs and a flat taut belly--all of which belied her thirty-three years of age and over a decade of teaching at various schools. Her face was a heart-shaped oval with-a pert stubby nose and large ice-blue eyes like mountain pools. Her lips were naturally crimson and needed very little lipstick, and they habitually curved upwards at the ends in a mock, seductive pout. Her smooth skin was of a pale ivory that would tan golden during the coming summer months, and the dark blue of her sheath-like dress accentuated the corn-silk blonde hair which cascaded long and fine around her neck and shoulders. At the moment it was tousled and billowing from the wind passing through the open windows of the Ford, the spring evening uncommonly warm and hinting of hot days ahead.
Laura ignored the wolfish young men in the convertible, even when it speeded up and tried to pass her for another look. Wryly she thought how the men in the car were so much like the male staff members at her high school, all of whom had at one time or another tried to interest her in a little romancing. It didn't matter to them if they were married or not, and in one sense it didn't matter to her either, for she had uniformly repulsed their advances gently but firmly. In fact, no man had ever been seen in her company on a social basis. Some of the faculty wives had been suspicious of so beautiful a single woman temptingly near their husbands, but soon they'd turned merely catty by Laura's very avoidance of men, perhaps due to jealousy for her continual beauty. Eventually they'd lost interest as the school year progressed and new things came along to gossip about. But Laura had never changed her habits. She went on teaching her freshman and sophomore pupils and staying home nights, and remaining universally gracious and courteous ...
But there was that strange coolness toward men which never dissipated. It was wary defensiveness, almost as if the young teacher were afraid one of them might suddenly attack her without warning...rip her clothes off against her will... maybe even rape her ...
Soon the blacktopped driveway leading up to Wellsboro High came into view, and Laura turned the wheel sharply. The convertible passed with a long tooting of the horn, the derisive sound lost in the noise of her tires digging into the gravel at the shoulder of the road. The school building was a relatively new redwood-and-brick cube, two stories high, and set in the midst of tree-shaded grounds. The driveway extended around the administration building, past the football field, and then around to the parking lot in back, next to the auditorium and gymnasium. Normally the parking area was reserved for faculty and visitors, but since many of the parents had come with their sons and daughters this evening, it was already lined with a few older cars and pickups she recognized as belonging to some of her students.
Laura parked and hurriedly got out, slamming the door behind her in her haste. She started for the auditorium where the PTA meeting was being held, smelling the sweet fragrance of budding flowers in the air, and feeling a sultry warmth which could not be dulled by the breeze stirring among the trees. The sun was officially set, but there was a pink band across the horizon, and enough light in the cloudless sky at eight o'clock to blank the full moon which would soon be out and shining. She didn't pause to admire the natural beauty of the surroundings, but quickened her step, able to hear the blaring music from inside as she approached the double doors.
The music came from the amplifier which the audio-visual department had set up earlier that afternoon. It was a mixture of old scratchy dance tunes and still scratchier background melodies, and the only reason it was playing at all was because this evening was one of the four yearly "get-together" affairs, rather than the usual once-a-month PTA business meetings. These social events were a lot of trouble to prepare, and to Laura's way of thinking, produced far less genuine fun than if the parents went their way, and the kids were left to do their own thing. But it was tradition, and in the case of the Wellsboro PTA, a point of pride to its titular head and president, Mrs. Agnes Parks, wife of the principal. It would mean a personal loss of face and community standing for her to end them, and as the daughter of wealthy scion Horatio Stern wheeler and of Wellsboro's First Family, Agnes had never been known to give up anything once she got a hold of it. It had once been heard that this fact was true about her marriage to Orson Parks as well, but the lady who mentioned it was never heard from again.
So the quarterly PTA social meetings continued, ever September, Christmas, Easter, and June. The previous September, Agnes Parks had attempted to inject some new entertainment to the fun-and-games, and had arranged for a number of local "acts"--a barbershop quartet, a junior girl reciting The Wreck of the Hesperus, a trumpet solo, and a trained dog. After the dog nipped old Mrs. Wheedle on the leg, it was decided to cease with the formal presentations and return to the tried-and-true spaghetti dinners and dances. Tonight there was to be no dinner, for which Laura thanked God, but there would be dancing later on, unless Laura was too late and it had started already.
Inside, the auditorium was actually darker than outside, the regular ceiling lamps having been dimmed considerably to add a "romantic" flavor to the occasion. Some tables and benches from the cafeteria had been brought in and arranged around the sides, and on the tables were candles, the kind that were in rose-tinted glass bowls. Signs and posters designed by the art classes festooned the walls, and toward the back, where the inner doors led to the rest of the building, two of the cafeteria tables had been pushed together and made into a refreshment stand. They were laid out with white tablecloths, and garnished with platters of sandwiches and cookies and bowls of punch with paper cups nearby.
The beautiful Social History teacher was immediately greeted by a number of students and their parents, for though she was distant and cool towards involvement with men, she was exceptionally warm and charming to her young charges and was universally well-liked and admired by them. She said hello and chatted, part of her mind's eye scouting the crowd for any hint of the principal. Her throat feeling parched after the drive, she edged her way toward the refreshment tables, and she had just sipped her first taste of raspberry punch, when Orson Parks made his appearance beside her.
"Pleased you could find time to make it here, Miss Carter," he said in a smooth, but needling tone.
"I...I'm dreadfully sorry, Mr. Parks," she apologized, blushing. "I had...had trouble with my car. Yes, that's it. I had a flat tire and had to have it repaired."
"I see," he said, as if he didn't. "But don't let it worry you that you are so late, my dear. You weren't needed to help with the last-minute decorations after all."
With relief, Laura said: "Oh! Yes, that is nice."
"Mmm. My wife decided to come tonight, after all." Orson Parks made a small, almost imperceptible grimace, adding: "Usually she doesn't approve of dim lighting and candles and things, but I guess she wasn't to be put off by such goings-on this time."
Laura knew that Orson Parks was speaking with a certain cynical, almost satirical edge to his voice when he referred to Agnes and the "goings-on" at the school. The school principal was a tall, muscular and exceedingly handsome man in his late forties, still very virile and rugged-looking despite his age. He was wearing a light-weight beige suit and hand-knit tie, and his hair, salt-and-peppery, seemed sprinkled with silver in the flickering candlelight around them. He was an appealing man despite his occasional overbearing manner, and as Laura looked at him, a small, reflexive shiver of fascination caressed her spine. But only for a moment, and then came the shuddering jolt to reality as she told herself he was married, married to the most prominent woman in Wellsboro...and that he was a man! Married or not, Orson Parks was a man! Yet, oh God, if only she could learn to respond to him--to any man--the way a normal, healthy woman should!
Orson smiled with that superior grin of his at the teacher beside him, wondering if there was any way he could dispose of his hag of a wife for a few hours tonight. He had married that wrinkled old prune of a bitch for one reason and one reason only: so he could have her name and money. Her father had seen right through the ruse and offered him $10,000 to leave Wellsboro, but Orson had stuck to his guns, insisting he loved Agnes and would forsake all to marry her. Ol' Man Sternwheller had finally capitulated, Agnes was determined to have Orson for her husband, and besides, nobody else was willing to mate with her. He'd hoped that he'd be able to build such a big house with her father's money that he wouldn't be able to find her, and while that hadn't worked out as well as hoped, he was lucky that Agnes considered sexual relations as one of the Deadly Sins. Making love to her was like fucking a pound of liver! When first married, it had been an annual occasion on their anniversary, but the frequency had been dwindling until now connubial relations was saved for leap-years, which was just fine by him.
The trouble was, Agnes was not prepared to allow him any fling with other women. Since she controlled the social life in Wellsboro, Orson had to go far afield for a good fuck, ending up as far as Rapier City, fifty miles to the north, where he was on intimate terms with a local cathouse. But now, his lecherous urges having not been quenched in over three weeks, one stunning look at Laura Carter made him want to tear her dress off and sink his cock deep up inside her pussy right where she stood! If he weren't so damned incensed by her beauty, he'd have laughed at the picture they'd have made, humping on the refreshment table in front of the entire school and his frigid, ugly wife! As it was, he could barely conceal the trembling in his hands and loins, feeling his penis pulse with hardness and engorging with heated blood.
Damn, Laura had always acted so aloof and disinterested in him! But Orson's inherent egoism made him believe that despite her arm-lengthening civility toward him, there was a latent hot streak in his young teacher which could be turned on if only the right time and circumstances prevailed. His brain forever churned with lewd ideas on how best to surmount her barrier and turn Laura on, the challenge and adventure of such a chase exciting him to a feverish point. It was becoming increasingly difficult to hold his passions in check, and even now his air of eminence and condescension was so shallow that he feared she would see through to his burgeoning desires underneath!
"Yes," he continued, forcing himself to remain calm of voice and manner, "Agnes insisted on taking care of the decorations and refreshments, so your, ah...flat tire did not pose too great a hardship on us. I wouldn't advise it happening twice in a row, however."
"Oh, no sir!"
"Buy new tires if you have to, my dear." Orson took a sip of his punch, frowned and looked down at his paper cup with curiosity. "Strange ..."
"What is?"
"This punch. If I didn't know better..."
"I think it's delicious," Laura said, hoping to change the subject to anything else except her arriving late.
"Oh, I suppose you would. But if I didn't know the Home Economics class so well, I'd almost swear this punch had been spiked with some alcoholic beverage!"
"Oh, certainly not Miss Pringle's girls!" Laura said in shock. "I just think you're being too suspicious, sir. Nobody else is noticing anything wrong."
"No, they wouldn't," Orson commented tartly. "Well, I must circulate a bit, I suppose, and make sure some scalawag of a boy isn't tampering with the punch. I'd advise you to do the same. No telling what the little bast--uh, the little students will do for a joke these days. Oh, and Miss Carter?"
"Yes, Mr. Parks?"--"Do call me Orson...for tonight, Laura."
"Of... Of course, Mr.--I mean, Orson." His sudden change from formality shocked her, making her almost spill her cup. Before she could think of anything else to say to the principal, Orson had moved on to talk to a parent. Laura sighed and turned back to refill her cup, thinking to herself how silly Orson Parks had been to suspect one of the students of having sneaked in some liquor and dumped it unseen into the bowls...but then she thought how wickedly nice it might be if it were true. Lord, she could certainly use a drink or two to steady her nerves now! For some weird, inexplicable reason, they felt as if they were unraveling inside of her like a ball of string... as if they had a premonition of danger or disaster ahead ...
The blonde teacher stood by the refreshment stand for quite some time, for as with the roads to Rome, sooner or later everybody came past where she was. She ate the sandwiches and cookies with relish, not having had a chance to eat dinner before-hand, and drank heavily at the allegedly doctored punch, its sweet tang seeming to somehow make her want more the more she had. The auditorium gradually became more boisterous and hot as more students and parents and teachers found tables, drank, laughed, and talked. Perhaps it was her imagination, Laura thought at one point, but it seemed to her that everybody was having a better time than usual! Time sped swiftly, and more and more students got up to dance until the middle of the floor was a jumbled throng of wildly gesturing arms and legs, and even some of the parents were up there now, following in their stilted fashion the new dance-steps of their children. The record player was at full volume, blaring a heavy, throbbing beat which seemed to infiltrate her body. Standing there with the cup in her hand, Laura found herself tapping her foot to the music, sensing a light, feathery pulsing begin deep between her own thighs as though she were sexually responding to the heady, jungle-born rhythms.
Along about an hour later, when the room was so alive with people that she could hardly tell one from another, three students from her freshman class approached the table. One of them was a girl, a nubile baby-doll named Amelia Donner who spent her time giggling over things. Tell her to open a book and she'd giggle, but Laura liked her anyway for Amelia was always cheerful and good-natured.
The larger of the two boys was Amelia's steady boyfriend, Harvey Langford. Harvey was a lumbering, pudgy hulk of a boy with a bug-eyed, gape-mouthed face and the general expression of a St. Bernard dog. He was sixteen and what benevolent educators term a "late-starter", which means he was stupid in his class work. But Laura knew from experience that he had a quick wit and a ready mind, for he was always getting into mischief of one sort or another. It took talent to be the continual pest he was, and Laura merely chalked up his disappointing grades to being lazy and disinterested.
Seeing the third boy, Billy Harrison, with Amelia and Harvey dismayed her, for she considered Billy far above them in ability even though he came from a poor and broken family from Wellsboro's "wrong side of the tracks". She had noticed Billy almost from the first day of her class, experiencing an odd kind of attraction which she put down as "interest in his welfare". There was definitely something about the fifteen year old youth--something more than his wavy black hair and cherubic, beardless face. No, it had more to do with his lean, developing physique, especially under the thin cotton tee-shirt he was wearing this evening. But there was something else not so easily identifiable...some vague, explosive virility about the boy which seemed to be straining just beneath the surface of his youthfully innocent charm. He was like an eager panther cub unaware of what his sinew and muscle were for, still chained by his inexperience and innocence ...
A slight tantalizing thrill seeped through Laura's loins at that instant as she thought of what could happen if his chain should suddenly snap and set the raging panther loose...and if she were in his way when it happened ...Dear God, what is it about Billy that's so intriguing to me... ?
Billy's eyes met hers then, then averted from her face to skip naively along the lush contours of her full breasts and the swelling firmness of her rounded thighs. The involuntary tracing of her mature woman's body turned his older teacher's face warm with an abrupt rush of blood which crimsoned her cheeks and temples. Damnation! It was almost as if the teenager had read her mind!
"Hi, teach," Harvey Langford greeted her with friendly irreverence. "How you like the dance so far?"
"Why, I think it's very nice, Harvey," Laura replied, forcing her voice to remain calm and controlled. "Don't you?"
"Aw, I think it's a drag, all these old people here. Oh, begging your pardon, Miss Carter, I didn't mean you, naturally!"
"Well, I'd hope not!" she smiled. "I'm not ready for retirement yet! Aren't you having a good time, Amelia?"
Amelia giggled.
"We came with Amelia's folks," Harvey explained. "They're out on the floor somewhere, trying to act like they're kids again. Hey, what's with you, Billy? Bear-trap got your tongue?"
"E--Evening, Miss Carter," Billy faltered in a low voice, still not meeting her eyes again.
"Good evening, Billy. Didn't you bring a date, too?"
"I...I didn't have any money."
"That ain't the real reason," Harvey snickered, and slapped his friend on the shoulder. "He just can't find no chick prettier than you, Miss Carter."
"Cut it out, Harvey," Billy snapped, turning beet-red. But it was true, he thought to himself miserably. He couldn't face her, not with obscene thoughts like his buzzing in his mind, but he couldn't help taking sneaky glances with longing intensity at his provocative teacher. He knew that Miss Carter would be embarrassed and angry at him if she knew what he was thinking, but crap! She was the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen! He tried to think of something to do...to say...anything to take his mind off of how sexy she looked! But what could he tell her? That he'd had the hots for her ever since he'd joined her Social History class? Sure, that would go over like a lead balloon with her. Or maybe that he dreamed about her naked and writhing while he jacked off in bed at night? But ohhh...just look at those titties of hers sticking out in front like twin bombshells! What the hell, he'd seen enough girls in bikinis who showed more skin than she did in that dress of hers now...but this was different! This was Miss Carter, his teacher! He felt as if he were going to be sick on the spot, that's how uptight he was inside! He should never have come over here with Harvey and Amelia! Oh shit, he should never have come here tonight at all...!
"Well, c'mon Amelia, let's go show those parents of yours how to dance," Harvey said, breaking into Billy's shameful thoughts. "That's a good record playing -for once!"
Amelia giggled, finally managing to say, "Nice to see you, Miss Carter. Maybe we will again tonight."
"Yes, you should all go dance," Laura said, still feeling unexpected and unwanted rippling in her belly from the closeness of Billy Harrison. Lord, something was happening...something she knew was inherently wrong...and she intuitively knew it would not go away until Billy had! "Why don't you go find a nice girl to dance with too, Billy?"
"Gee, I dunno..." Billy murmured, scuffing one shoe. "I don't see anybody I want to dance with, I guess ..."
"Why not with Miss Carter here?" Harvey teased as Amelia giggled. "I bet she'd like to."
"Oh, I would...but I can't!" Laura hurriedly decided. "I have to sort of chaperone and be here in case any parents want to talk to me."
"Sure you can," Harvey urged, knowing full well what effect his rude taunting was having on his buddy. He didn't care whether Miss Carter actually did dance or not, but it was sure fun to rub in Billy's obvious crush on her! "All the other teachers are! Look, even ol' Parks is having a fling."
Laura turned to glance at the floor, and indeed, the husky youth was right. Orson Parks was holding his dumpy wife at arm's length, attempting a jogging fox-trot to the modem rock music. The ludicrous sight almost made her giggle like Amelia. But again she declined, more Firmly than ever, sensing it would be some sort of disastrous mistake to feel Billy's pulsing freshness close in her arms.
"No, no, I really can't. Do go on, though. Please. "
Billy Harrison didn't say another word, only following Harvey and Amelia as they elbowed their way into the dimly-lit throng of students and adults. Laura sighed with relief as the youngsters disappeared in the crowd, curious as to why Billy's head seemed to be hanging dejectedly and wondering if she had hurt his sensitive adolescent ego. But God, she had no choice! Then, feeling that she needed a break from the noisy auditorium, she worked her way toward the girl's bathroom, which was just inside the main entrance.
Laura found that she was alone when she entered, and after using the toilet and washing her hands, she stood for a moment in front of the mirror, her hands gripping the sides of the washbasin. She felt extraordinarily dizzy all of a sudden, very lightheaded and yet at the same time, perspiringly hot! God, she was acting as if she were drunk! Orson Park's suspicion returned to her mind: had the punch been doctored with some strong liquor? Perhaps with vodka which would leave no telltale hint, until it was too late? If so, she'd had enough of the pleasant-tasting concoction to knock a lumberjack on his back!
The thought of everybody being unknowingly drunk struck the young teacher as very amusing, and again she had to choke down the urge to giggle like Amelia. Oh, what would prissy Mrs. Parks say if she found out that her precious PTA meeting was turning into a drunken bash? Oh God, the scandal! Well, she'd have to make sure that the principal's wife didn't find out by her actions, not if she wanted to continue teaching here! She'd just have to be very careful... and stay away from that punch bowl! Already, Laura was positive the signs of her inebriation were clear, and as she studied her reflection in the mirror, she pondered idly which of the students had had the nerve to buy the alcohol and sneak it in the auditorium ...
Her light blue eyes automatically trailed the length and breadth of her mirrored figure, much as Billy Harrison's appreciative gaze had wandered over her only moments before. She noted how her thin blue sheath was stretched tight over the rounded peaks of her breasts, highlighting their thrust defiantly, and how the material was tautly pressed over the curve of her buttocks and the swell of her hips. The hemline was fashionably high, exposing the flowing grace of her legs, which, proudly, she didn't cover with stockings or panty-hose.
Yes, she had to admit as she viewed the contours of her body, that she was still a good-looking and youthful woman for her age. And yet, she mused, in a way her natural beauty was the root of all her troubles. If she had been born a plain-Jane, none of her problems would have happened and still be haunting her, and she'd probably be happily married now with a houseful of kids and a quietly adoring husband.
Her mood, which had been momentarily buoyant at the idea of the spiked punch, now turned somber and depressed. Like so many times in the past when she'd contemplated her lushly tempting body, she considered its svelte charms a curse that had bedeviled her since puberty. A less pretty girl would never have been watched as closely by her parents with the suspicion that to be so sensuous-looking had to mean automatic wickedness! And a child who hadn't matured as fast as she would never have had to fight off as many boys with their beer-laden breaths and groping fingers! She had never willingly succumbed to any of them, never allowing anything more than heavy kissing...but no matter how she'd tried to convince her parents of her chastity, they'd always suspected she was laying any boy she was with for more than five minutes! Over and over during her growing-up, it had been drummed into her that sex was evil, only barely tolerable when married, and that she was obviously a sinful girl who lied about her chastity.
And then had come the summer of her fifteenth year--fifteen years old, the same age as innocent Billy Harrison!--when Uncle Albert had come to stay with her family. Uncle Albert was a terrible man, who had the features and manners of a pig with a round, bulbous pink head so bald and glistening, and beady, sunken eyes which glittered like red Christmas tree lamps. But Uncle Albert was her mother's brother, and could do no wrong. No wrong, that is, until Mother and Father took a week's vacation and left young Laura in his care ...
It was a hot, hot July that year. Temperatures were over a hundred, the plants in the yard literally scorched, and Laura's upstairs bedroom was a stoker's hellhole. A fan which her parents had bought her only helped to cool by evaporating the sheets of perspiration that would drip from her naked body at night. It was only normal that the unsuspecting young girl would walk around during the day in the briefest possible clothing, and because there was the community swimming pool nearby, often as not her apparel consisted solely of a thin, tightly stretched two-piece bathing suit. Bikinis were still not allowed in her Midwest hometown then, but Junior fashions for girls her age were almost as provocative in cut and design.
Perhaps, she ruefully admitted, if she hadn't sauntered around that wretched uncle of hers so blatantly, none of it would have happened. She never did anything to overtly tempt him, but then, a nubile figure so lightly clad might have incensed any forty-five year old lecher to the point of madness. Perhaps...but she had a feeling that she could have gone around in a fur coat all the time and he still would have attacked her.
And Uncle Albert had attacked her that blazing July afternoon, that horrifying afternoon which was burned indelibly in Laura's memory. She came home from swimming in her bathing suit, and Uncle Albert was slouched in the living room easy chair drinking beer. He was wearing only a pair of striped shorts, and resembled less a pig right then than a whiskery beached whale.
"Come here, little girl," he told her, and she did because she'd been brought up to mind her elders.
"Yes, Uncle?" she asked when she stood next to his chair.
Uncle Albert did not answer her with words... but flinging his empty bottle of beer aside, he suddenly reached up one meaty arm and hooked his fingers around her halter, in the deep valley between her two firm breasts. Before she had time to protest or even fully realize what he was doing, he brutally tore the top of her bathing suit away, her full breasts suddenly bursting free like young succulent fruit ready for harvest. The tiny pink nipples hardened involuntarily as they hit the humid summer air, standing up like dainty pink buds of a spring flower quivering into bloom.
"Uncle! Uncle Albert!" Laura gasped in shock. "What are you doing! No!"
"Shut up! Shut up, you fuckin' prick-teaser! I can't stand it any longer!" His voice was a bestial growl, and already his other hand was clawing with the bottoms of her flimsy narrow suit. "Sashaying around here like you're on stage! Parading around like a stripper! God! It's enough to make a bishop kick a hole in a stained-glass window!"
Laura, now fully alarmed and in the first stages of complete panic, tried to wrench herself free from her rapacious uncle. "Let go of me! Let go, I beg of you!" she screamed, tears flowing from her fear-stricken eyes. "I haven't done anything to you! I haven't! I haven't!"
"I know you haven't!" Albert shouted back at her, grasping her in a vise-like grip. "You haven't done anything to me...yet!"
She struggled still harder to escape, hysteria now overwhelming her inexperienced mind as he continued to slobber and growl and fumble at her bathing suit. "Damn you, little girl!" Uncle Albert yelled in his frenzy, and backhanded her across the cheeks with the intensity of his frustration. "You can't hold out on me! I know you're a slut with all the boys! It's only fair you give me my share!"
"I'm not a slut! I'm a good girl!" she squealed, the torment of his slap like a scathing bolt of lightning to her senses. "Let me go! Oh Lord, don't do this to me!"
He slapped her again, harder, on the other cheek, and then twisted her around, flinging her bodily to the living room carpet. There was a savage ripping of cloth, and as she fell on her back with her legs splayed wide open, she knew in her agony that the bottoms had shredded in his furious clutch and she was stark naked before her uncle. She could only look up dazed and terrified as she felt the humiliation of the older man's feverish eyes staring lustfully down at the tender cuntal slit openly exposed between her legs, guarded only by the curly wisps of her blonde pubic hair.
"No...no..." she moaned, the fury of his attack too much for her immature mind to completely absorb.
"Don't move, Laura," Uncle Albert snarled in warning. "Not if you don't want to get hurt again ..."
The fear of his threats and the terror of his greater strength held her motionless to the carpet. She cowered, scissoring her legs open and closed in abject self-pity as she watched her uncle hovering over her, panting harshly and tearing at his underpants. She couldn't believe this was actually happening to her! Then his shorts were pooled around his naked ankles and he was kicking them free, and he stood with his heavy thick penis growing and expanding until it looked to the young girl as if it were ready to burst! Laura had never seen a man's penis before, certainly never one that was in a high state of erection, and the turgid, blood-swollen pole which stood out from her uncle's flabby loins made her cringe with renewed terror and shame.
Uncle Albert began to stroke his massive cock, making thrusts with his pelvis in a lewd caricature of copulation. "Like it, Laura? Look better than the boys you've had before?"
She could still hear his taunting obscenities ringing from his lips, though now it seemed to have occurred centuries ago.
"I... I've never had a boy!" she remembered herself wailing up at him then. "I've never had anyone that way! Please Uncle Albert, don't touch me!"
But he ignored his teenage niece's fear and rejection. She tried to raise her legs defensively and shrink back on the carpet, but he flung himself down upon her, holding her steady with one hand while running the other greedily over the maturing contours of her resisting young body. He cruelly kneaded her sensitive breasts and dropped his beer-smelling mouth to her budding nipples to chew hungrily at their tips.
"Noooooo!" she whimpered helplessly, but the supplication fell on deaf ears. She was imprisoned to the floor by his heavy sweating chest now, her long blonde hair thrashing from side to side, her face contorted in pain and terror. She pleaded until the sounds became nothing but incoherent mumbles of jumbled words.
It was then that her uncle fucked her.
He rolled uncaring on top of his niece, catching her naked body as her long slender legs kicked out in one last despairing attempt to escape his brutal rape. His meaty hips fell heavily between the wide-splayed thighs, pinning her jerking buttocks tightly to the carpet. The soft blonde curls of her cuntal hair brushed teasingly against his hotly throbbing cock, inciting him to incoherent ravings of uncontainable lust ...
The constant recollection of her first savage impalement flickered tormentingly in Laura Carter's mind as she looked at herself in the mirror now. Uncle Albert's incestual ravishment then was a symbol of everything which had befallen her ever since ...
His knees were holding hers wide apart on the hard, worn carpet, and he was grinding his pelvis into her squirming, defenseless loins in his furious search to reach her virginal pussy. Then suddenly he found it, and he jammed his hardened penis up between the tender fleshy lips of her tight young vagina with a brutal cry of victory. Her lewdly raping uncle flicked his hips forward, shoving all of his monstrous cock into her quivering cuntal sheath and skewering her protective hymen like a sword through a rosebud. Laura cried out and whipped her legs in a vain effort to free herself, but it only made matters worse. Her uncle stroked his pulsating penis harder and farther up inside her belly, his rock-hard erection splitting her warm, yielding cunt without mercy or thought of potential harm.
"Shit! You are a cherry!" he groaned from the pressure of her unstretched pussy. "You're tighter than a keyhole! Man, this is the greatest fuck I've ever had!"
"Ohhhh uncle! Please! Please stop!" she howled in pain and anguish. "I can't take it! Ohhhhh...you're hurting me!"
Harder and faster Uncle Albert went, a crazed bull of man uncaring for anything other than that finally his penis was fucking into this sweet-assed little niece of his! Their genitals crashed with sadistic repetition, and Laura's sensitive young belly churned in repulsion at the thought of who was mounted over her and how he was treating her like some barnyard animal. She cried and whimpered, a futile noise that only seemed to excite her Uncle Albert more. He locked his rubbery lips to her soft mouth as the lewd sperm in his hairy testicles began to boil, and he mashed her tender young breasts to his heavy chest and pushed her shoulders back. He forced his grubby hands under the white trembling cheeks of her buttocks, pulling them up tightly to meet his thrusts, his bloated testicles screwing tightly down into the wide-split crevice of her little pussy.
Laura wailed loudly as she was plundered almost beyond endurance. This was madness! It was every bit as awful as her mother had warned her it would be--no matter that it was her uncle making love to her or not! Dear Lord, how could any woman ever desire a lover to kill her this way? Her arms were pinned down to her sides, and she could feel the burgeoning cock of Uncle Albert ramming up and down inside her inflamed cuntal channel like a red-hot branding iron...until at last, blessedly, he reached his climax.
Wildly he thrust his thick tongue into her mouth, and his penis flared with sudden hugeness as the semen amassed inside of it. The hotly thick cream burst into Laura's virginal pussy like great waves of obscene lava, flooding the already overfilled cavern of her swollen vagina. Uncle Albert burrowed into his niece again and again in an uncontrollable effort to milk his scrotum completely dry, and his ejaculating penis continued to send out its hateful cum until the base of his cock and the carpet beneath her buttocks were saturated with his seminal overflow.
Laura jerked her lithe young legs out to the full width, convulsing and quaking. "Oohhhaggg!" she cried unintelligibly with his tongue still in her mouth. And then, before she had recovered from his rapacious attack upon her, Uncle Albert was fucking her again, venting his stored-up passion over and over inside her groaning body, flooding her innocent teenage belly again and again with the volcanic seed of his frustrated lust for his sister's only child.
How long or how many times he fucked her that week while her parents were gone, she could not remember. She had been an unconscious being in another world those following days, physically ravaged and mentally shattered. And when her parents did return, Uncle Albert cautioned her not to say a word, warning her that if she did accuse him of raping her, he would deny it and say that she was the one who had seduced him! And considering how her mother and father already believed her to be hardly a grade above a child-whore, she had the sinking feeling she knew who would be believed--her uncle! She would be taken to a wayward home for girls, forever branded as a tramp, her future ruined forever...It was a man's world, she realized then--a man's world in which there could never be justice for a girl...
Yet life goes on. Uncle Albert moved away finally, and she continued to grow up, becoming increasingly envied by girls and sought-after by boys. When it became time for Laura to decide what she wanted to do with her life, her mother urged her to get married--married to just about anybody willing to put a ring on her finger and respectability to her name. For obvious reasons still secret from her mother, Laura adamantly declined all offers. She couldn't even bear the idea of becoming a secretary and being surrounded by full-grown men. Men who, she subconsciously feared, would eventually abuse her with the same callous contempt as her uncle!
Almost with a sense of desperation, she decided on a career of teaching. As an instructor, she could always be around children who could offer no possible threat to her mind and body, and so she had enrolled in a teacher's college and diligently applied herself to her studies, never dating the many young men who pursued her.
However, a startling and somewhat humiliating discovery came to her when Laura began to actually teach. Right from the first, she was struck by the lean tapering bodies and developing young muscles of the teenage boys... the same sort of boys which she'd incessantly been accused of loving as a child, but which ironically she'd never known beyond a kiss. This had tolled a responsive bell in her own unsatisfied flesh, for though she had learned from her mother and her uncle a dread for sex, it could not dampen the natural inclinations of so vibrant a body as hers. Like it or not, she required loving, and her teacher's education had made her aware of this as being healthy, and of the damage her uncle's incestual rape had done.
This awareness peeled from her the false veneer of her mother's frigid warnings, yet it could not go deep enough to root out the implanted fear of men.
But the handsome adolescents in her classes were not men...they were boys! Thus to her subconscious inner mind, they were "Safe" for her to sexually respond to and secretly desire. Despite her tempering promises and vows, a slowly growing yearning for fulfillment from one of these virile young teenagers was gradually overcoming her resistance, building even as she moved from school district to school district in search of peace and contentment.
Over the twelve years of her teaching career, Laura's lewdly compelling desires to seduce one of her boy pupils had grown greater and greater, with more and more insistent demands for relief. Sudden unwanted twitches would perversely start up between her thighs while she'd be standing in her classroom, forcing her to abruptly sit down and squeeze her thighs together in an effort to end the taunting sensations. In the privacy of her home and away from the lewd temptations of school, she would finger herself to orgasm, finding no other way to quench her degenerate passions. Yet even while fingering herself, she would find to her shame that her fantasies would dwell deliciously on the beautiful filling of her hungered vagina with throbbingly virile boy-cocks.
She had climaxed naked on her bed that afternoon, before showering and dressing for the PTA meeting. That was the true reason why she'd been late! Caught up in the perverted dreams of youthful, innocent, safe-sized penises, she had lost all sense of time and place, as usual. But it had been a necessary delay, allowing her to find the control needed to last out this evening's enticing nearness to her student boys. She had prayed that her self-manipulation would at least temporarily assuage her corrupting desires...but then the wickedly spiked punch had lowered her firm resolves and she had stood too close to that darling Billy Harrison! She remembered now how his mere presence had made her vaginal lips tingle tormentedly through the silkiness of her sheer nylon panties, and how her nipples had become hard against the thin netting of her brassiere cups. Her entire loins had been filled with the sweet agony of her forbidden demands, and while she'd tried to fool herself that she didn't know what they signaled, she knew. Oh God, how she knew!
Miserably, the guilt-ridden school teacher opened her purse and took out a small comb, running it through her hair with almost punishing force. Damn, she said to herself with every stroke...damn, damn, damn! She couldn't blot out her sinful thoughts, or stop those recurring memories of her uncle which were painful enough to make her wince even now with anguish!
Laura turned away as two girls entered the restroom, nervously putting the comb away and brushing down her dress with quick, hurried motions. She threaded her way somewhat unsteadily through the group centered around the refreshment tables, nodding pleasantly at some parents she knew, though she didn't pause to talk. She was still feeling the effects of the adulterated punch, and knew that she might give away her tattered nerves and shaky emotions if she conversed with anyone just then. She headed for a corner, hoping that in the darkness she could remain alone until she had sobered up and regained control of her reeling senses. Lord, she had to before something terrible happened...!
CHAPTER TWO
Laura Carter had been standing for only a short while in the dark corner nook, when Orson Parks approached. He seemed to home in on her like radar, his rugged face reddened with exertion and a fine sheen of sweat dotting his forehead.
"I see you've hardly moved from the refreshment table," he remarked, not knowing of her brief sojourn to the restroom. "But it would be nicer if you mingled a little."
As Laura attempted to formulate a reply, it struck her that Orson Parks' voice had thickened slightly, become blurred around the edges as if he'd had too much of the spiked punch and was not fully aware that his own hunch was correct!
"What's the matter, Laura?" he asked when she didn't answer immediately. "Aren't you feeling well tonight?"
"What? Oh, no, I... I feel fine, Mr.-Orson," she stammered. "I simply thought that... that it would be better if I kept a general lookout from here, while everybody else was dancing. You made a distinguished couple with your wife, if I do say so."
"I don't," Parks grumbled under his breath. "Like pushing a steam shovel around on the floor." He eyed the teacher speculatively then, a growing twinkle in his eyes. "Say...but you haven't twiddled your toes in a bit of terpsichorean tramping yet, have you? Hmmmm...and a lovely young woman like you!"
"Well, I...No, no I haven't. I really don't think that-"
"We'll rectify that right now," he interrupted, taking her arm, "while Agnes is in the cafeteria kitchen. Hurry, my dear, before this nice slow music ends and they put on some of that miserable screaming junk."
Before she could protest, Laura was propelled out from the corner by her principal, whom she now decided had definitely had too much of the punch by the way he was acting while his wife was not around. In the middle of the auditorium floor she followed him in a simple two-step, grateful that the record was an old-fashioned tune she could easily dance to. She was gratified to find that the muscular older man was an agile and smooth leader, and they were able to keep in time together despite the constant press of the other dancers. Yet unlike the way he had danced with his wife, Orson Parks attempted to press himself against her tightly, until she was certain that she could feel a hardening bulge in the front of his trousers pushing into her soft abdomen!
"Please, Mr. Parks!"
"Orson," he reminded her with a grin.
"Please...Orson, don't hold me so close!" she gasped, endeavoring to loosen his hold on her.
"What's the matter, my dear?" he teased, continuing to clutch her to him. "Don't you like the way your own principal dances with you?"
"No, no it's not that," Laura replied weakly, afraid of offending her employer. "It's just that it's awfully warm in here." She was positive now that she could feel his thick manly penis beginning to throb menacingly against her lower belly, and she struggled to back away from the frighteningly obscene pressure which rubbed sensuously against her thinly covering dress.
"Please! We have to set an example for the students! I'm sure they're noticing us!"
"Nonsense, Laura!" he scoffed, his breathing growing heavier as the pulsating of his now obviously rock-erect cock beat hotly into the tender flesh of her body. "What the hell do they know?"
Laura was about to risk offending him and to insist he let her go, when over the heads of the dancers and above the sound of the music came a raucous voice. "Or--son? Orson! There you are!"
"Oh dear God, just when ..." Orson Parks groaned in a whisper, releasing Laura as if she were a contaminated fish. He swiveled around, an ingratiating smile plastered across his face as he spied his wife coming through the crowd to them. "Ah, you're back, my sweets. I was just having a turn or two with Miss Carter here."
"So," Agnes Parks said icily, "I see."
Orson remained blandly genial while he ignored his wife's acidity. "You've met my wife, haven't you. Miss Carter? Miss Carter, my wife Agnes."
Agnes Parks was a round-faced, lumpy woman somewhere between forty and a century. She was at least half a foot shorter than her husband, wore her coarse, graying hair in a tight Victorian bun, and layered cheap makeup over her age-lines and the sagging flesh of her jowls. Her moist, marbled eyes bore an uncompromising expression, reminding Laura of the old portraits of suffragettes axing saloons and other devil's workshops.
"Yes, we've had the pleasure," the woman sniffed, appraising the blonde-haired teacher critically. "You certainly do seem to get younger every time we meet, Miss Carter. I'm sure I don't know what your secret is."
Her wet eyes continued to bore hostilely into Laura with cold penetration, underscoring the catty implications of her remarks. Laura felt extremely uncomfortable, and she tried to think of an excuse to leave them. "I...think I'll have another cup of punch," she said. "I feel terribly thirsty all of a sudden."
"Yes, yes, do that Miss Carter," Parks hastily interjected. "And then try to move around a little more, will you? I still have the persistent idea that these little mon-ah, darling angels have somehow managed to sneak in a bottle or two. Maybe you can spot it. I can't, short of stripping them down to their skin."
"I sincerely doubt any of Wellsboro's fine children would dare to try such a deceitful trick, Orson," his wife argued. "I'm sure it is entirely your imagination. But do let poor Miss Carter have her drink of punch. She looks so hot after the way she was dancing with you."
"Now, now, my sweets, we were perfectly proper and respectable. After all, just look at the way the youngsters are dancing these days, like they were African savages at some fertility rite. Why, it's a sex orgy on thy hoof, I swear!"
"Orson! Watch your tongue! I've never heard such scandalous language!" Agnes turned her attention back to Laura, lifting her nose parrot-like an inch or so to say: "Whatever is being done now, my upbringing was God-fearing and decent. Miss Carter. We never indulged in such fancy carryings-on in my circle."
Laura compressed her lips in tight little rings of lipstick, angered by the holier-than-thou attitude and prudish jealousy she felt she was being subjected to. The liquor in her made her want to come up with all sorts of nasty retorts, but she knew that one wrong word could lead to a scene in front of Orson that would end in her dismissal. "Mrs. Parks," she began in an arched, virtuous defense of dancing close to her principal, "I hardly see--"
"That is obvious," the other woman interrupted waspishly. "And a good evening to you, Miss Carter. Orson? Come along this instant!"
And with that, Agnes Parks spun on the thick heel of her low "sensible" shoes and stomped off, swallowed up by the still dense crowd of students in the auditorium. Orson followed after his wife, but paused momentarily to place his hand on Laura's arm and wink. "Take a good look around," he said as if to comfort the teacher. "If you discover the snot-nosed brat who's smuggling the booze in, come to me at once. I could use a good straight snort of it, believe me."
Laura quivered with indignation. Orson's parting words having not the slightest calming effect on her smarting resentment. Who did that old battle.-axe think she was? Why, it was as bad as listening to her mother all over again, insinuating she was acting immoral! The more she thought about it, the more she had a good mind to go after Agnes Parks and tell that biddy where to get off, and to hell with the consequences! If Orson Parks was interested in other women, Laura could certainly understand why, after having to live with a bitchy wife like her!
But then, the implications of her thoughts came to her, causing Laura to reflect in a different, colder rage. Orson Parks had it coming to him, for it was common knowledge that he'd married Agnes strictly for money and position. And like her own mother, wasn't Agnes a product of the unhealthy Puritan concepts impressed upon women at the turn of the century? And weren't those unnatural shackles fashioned by men? Smug, pompous, conceited men who held domination over their wives and daughters and treated them like chattel slaves? Yes! Orson Parks and male chauvinists like him were reaping their own rewards, and it was pure hypocrisy for them to feel sorry for themselves! It all came down to the same thing, just as it had all the way back to when she was growing up! Men...!
Suddenly she felt as if she could scream with her pent-up emotions! First her self-induced orgasm that afternoon, which had left her guilty and unsatisfied...then coming to the PTA meeting and seeing desirable Billy Harrison...her drunken recollections while staring at her reflection...her principal's thinly veiled pass at her... and finally his wife's poison-honey denunciations! She wanted to scream out her frustration and anguish and run from this horrid auditorium...but, of course, she knew she could not do either. No...that would only make matters worse when later she'd have to explain her irrational behavior...but Lord! she couldn't stay in here another moment! The walls themselves seemed to be pressing in on her, stifling the very air she breathed, and the noise and conversation was becoming a veritable banshee wail in her mind, until she clapped her hands over her ears to shut it out.
Once again she moved toward the inner doors, not wishing to go outside to the parking lot and be overwhelmingly tempted to drive away for good. She stumbled a little bit in her haste, her vision blurring as she felt tears welling in her eyes and realized she was close to emotional crying. She reached the doors and shouldered her way out to the comparative quiet of the hallway, and leaned against the cold concrete wall to catch her breath. She could feel her heart beating at a runaway trip-hammer speed, as if ready to have a coronary.
Then, after a few moments to calm herself, she started walking slowly down the hallway, not overly concerned where she was headed as long as it was away for awhile. To the right of the auditorium doors was the cafeteria, brightly illuminated and busy with the preparation of refreshments. The prospect of being part of those gossiping, clucking ladies in there-- perhaps running into Mrs. Parks again!--made Laura shiver with depression.
To the left of the cafeteria was the gymnasium, which was deserted at this hour, though some of the overhead lamps were on. She entered the large, empty gym, hearing the doors snap closed behind her with a dull, hollow echo. Idly she walked around the perimeter, under the basketball hoops and passing the trapeze bars and practice horse. Gymnasiums didn't fascinate her as a general rule, and the lingering odor of sweat and dirt made her nostrils flare with slight repugnance, but the room's stupendous silence and vacant loneliness seemed at the moment oddly comforting to her, mirroring her own benumbed senses. She sighed wistfully...
Then--"Ohhhhhhhhhh!" came a muffled groan.
Laura stopped in her tracks, startled by the unexpected sound. Puzzled, she turned her head in the direction from which it had come, and saw the door to the gym's storage room was a tiny bit ajar, a thin crack of light from within showing around its edges. She waited another moment, but hearing nothing more, she decided to walk on, concluding the noise had been merely a figment of her overwrought imagination. Then again: "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
This time it was louder, in a high-pitched tone of a young girl! There was no mistaking it now, and to Laura, it seemed as if the girl was moaning in pain! Somebody's hurt inside the storage room, perhaps in a serious accident!
She quickly walked the remaining few yards to the door, intent upon yanking it open as fast as she could. But as she reached for the handle, she suddenly froze again.
"Ugh! Ugh! Agggghhhhh!"
Now she distinctly heard a boy's grunting voice! The girl abruptly moaned again, but there was an unearthly pleading tone to it this time as if he were hurting her! There was another moan, followed by savage slapping sounds of bare flesh being tortured, and Laura sucked in her breath as she imagined what might be going on in there! But then the pleading girl groaned anew, and spoke in a slurred but recognizable voice!
"Ohhhhh shit! Yesss! Ohhhhhhhhh, do it to me!"
Laura paled in the dimness of the deserted gymnasium. The boy was obviously harming the girl, yet it didn't sound as if it was against her will, the way she was begging for him to continue! Perhaps he was forcing her to beg that way! Perhaps he was some kind of young sadist, like those awful boys who belonged to motorcycle gangs! Laura felt a cold shiver of fear settle across her shoulder blades at the thought, remembering stories of brutal punks maiming and even murdering girls and teachers. And there was no telling who was in the storage room!
The moaning continued unabated, the girl pleading for more in sobbing, muffled tones. The boy's voice remained too unclear to make any sense. Laura stood quivering with fear and indecision, trying to make up her mind what to do, for she didn't want to leave the girl in there alone...and yet she wasn't willing to brave some savage youth who could easily overpower her as well!
She had to find out what was going on first...and then make her decision. And there was only one way!
She took a deep breath and cautiously crept closer to the door again. Her entire body tensed as she brushed the handle with her fingers, silently pulling it down and opening the door a slight crack wider so she could peek inside. She could hear the sounds of heavy rushed breathing now, punctuated by animal-like grunts and moans of pain and pleasure. Her curiosity increased by the confusing mixture of noises, and she inched the door a little more, until she could view the pile of thin, soiled tumbling mats that were stacked on the bare wood floor of the storage room. The fear of what she might see restricted her chest as if it were wrapped in thick steel bands. Her flesh trembled with the thought of being caught like this...but then she suddenly stiffened, a lightning bolt shooting crazily up the full length of her spine!
There on the dirty mattresses was Amelia Donner, locked in a lewd sexual embrace with Harvey Langford! And they were...!
Laura was forced to bite her lower lip to keep from screaming out the obscenities that described what they were doing! She stared at Amelia, able to see that the freshman girl's skirt was pulled all the way up her nubile thighs and was rolled around her waist. Her frilly white blouse was entirely unbuttoned and spread open, and her thin brassiere was loose and up around her neck. Her tight, apple-sized breasts were totally exposed and flattened under Harvey's heaving chest as she writhed and twisted beneath him on the mats. Her panting boyfriend was naked from the waist down, wearing only his thin summer shirt, the hem of which was bunched up around his navel.
The shocking view of the two children so indecently linked together caused their teacher to blanch as if punched in the stomach. She shook her head in an attempt to clear her mind, knowing her eyes were not deceiving her and that she had to intervene...had to rush in no matter how embarrassing it would be to all of them and tear the illicit lovers apart! But the alcoholic punch burned through her bloodstream like a raging fever, and she shuddered from the involuntary stimulation that indulging in something forbidden gives, even against one's will. She had never seen a couple making love before, and the lurid scene seemed to somehow spark her own barely dormant sexual yearnings in her loins, rooting her to the spot so she could neither run away nor break in on the wanton exhibition!
The older woman found herself watching in humiliating fascination while Harvey ravished his more than willing girlfriend on the filthy tumbling mats in the storage room. Their feet were pointed in her direction, so Laura could even see the young boy's slender hardened penis stroking into the tightly clenching lips of Amelia's slim vagina with each clockwork thrust he made into her. Laura locked her eyes on the boy's penis, studying the virile erection with a shameful, unconscious interest. It was perhaps five inches in length, its slender shaft a richly gleaming crimson from his blood-engorging lust. On Harvey's pistoning outstroke, she could even view part of the blunt, bloated cock-head, which was an enticing darker red which added an air of erotic contrast to it. Laura found she was aroused, gripped by the sight of the hairless crevice between his straining young buttocks, and the way the tight round sac of his testicles bounced as he pumped up and down into little Amelia's pussy. As she stood there in the partially open doorway, Laura's vision filled with every delicious detail of the boy's developing manhood, and the mature teacher discovered she was unaccountably captivated by it. Instead of the absolute revulsion of a moment before, she now experienced a strange, light-fingered quivering deep between her own thighs. Silently she licked her dry parched lips, shamed by the perverse memory of her solitary orgasm that afternoon when she'd allowed herself to imagine just such a fine young cock filling her own eagerly desiring cunt.
"Fuck me, Harvey...Ohhhhh fuck it to me!"
"Yeah, baby, yeah! Fuck me back! Fuck me back good!"
Fuck! The obscene word aroused their teacher and sent a wave of quivering excitement dancing along her trembling nerve-ends. She gritted her teeth together to keep from passionately groaning in concert along with them. She could see the teenage muscles standing out on Amelia's firm inner thighs as the girl struggled like a crazed nymphomaniac to get her boyfriend deeper inside her belly. Harvey's hands snaked beneath her now and cupped her naked white buttocks with a cruel strength that cut red bloodless lines into the flaccidly giving flesh. Laura strained her eyes and could see the tenderly swollen lips of her vaginal mouth clasping tightly around his sawing penis as if it were a hungry child nibbling on the world's last banana. She could even spy the thinly parted pubic hairs grazing teasingly against the narrow sperm-filled ridge that ran the full length of the underside of his virile young erection. Lord, she had to stop them...but Harvey's boyish cock was exactly the size and length she would have welcomed between her own cuntal slit, and ooohhhh...unwanted, a twinge of jealousy of the girl tingled through the woman ...
"Ahhhhhhh," Amelia sighed, raising a rash of goose bumps across her teacher's prickly flesh. Laura felt her full ripe breasts respond to the lewdly enticing sight, her own mature body beginning to involuntarily sway in time to the young couple's sexual rhythm. The muscles of her flesh were as taut as bowstrings as she unwillingly reacted to the erotic sight before her, and she quivered as slow, twitching tendrils of excitement teased her nipples, then grew in an increasingly burning path down her soft, unresisting belly to tantalize her throbbing loins. They seemed to play for a moment around her vaginal mound, and then curled hotly down inside the moistened, yearning crevice between her thighs, gently brushing the tiny bud of her clitoris and sending it springing into trembling life.
Laura felt as if she might burst into sobbing tears at the thought of her humiliating, inexcusable reaction. She knew she was becoming sexually aroused, masochistically responding to the mind-warping scene of teenage fucking she was witnessing, and there didn't seem to be anything she could do to stop herself! She felt herself becoming more helplessly involved with every obscene second, and with a small mewl of horror, she found that her right hand was creeping of its own volition down along her pulse-quickened breasts. Her fingers moved lower, crossing the flat plane of her rippling belly to rest in the triangular hollow of her thighs, and then they moved up under the hem of her dress to gently touch the matted, honey-colored curls of her panty-covered vagina. Passion was melting her last vestiges of resistance now, and her other hand raised to press urgently against one palpitating breast, making her silently gasp as her thumb and forefinger began to tweak the hardened nipple through the thin material of her dress and brassiere.
Her own anguished moans of shame and excitement, soft as they were, were still loud enough to have been heard by her students had they been listening. But they were far too absorbed in their own abandoned thrashings on the dirty tumbling mattress, totally engrossed in their own wildly increasing cadence. She could probably have screamed herself hoarse and not have interrupted them!
Laura uncontrollably wormed her sheer white panties down and lifted the hem of her dress still higher, ashamed and yet salaciously delighted that she was exposing her naked thighs and wetly pink vagina to the same overhead lamplight that played upon the obscenely coupled children. She rubbed her heated pussy's sensuously inflamed lips up and down, knowing that what she was doing was terribly wrong and much worse than when she did it in the privacy of her home. She was fingering herself while watching the salaciously wicked sight of two of her teenage students fucking! But she couldn't stop herself, and continued to finger her naked cuntal valley to the rhythm of the methodically screwing penis being buried over and over into the teenage girl's cunt.
Suddenly an electric shock shot through her, making her drop her hand! Another pair of hands were slipping around her from behind, curling their fingers over her hard, tingling breasts!
"Oh!" she gasped in alarm, jerking backwards against them.
"Shhh!" the low, mature voice of Orson Parks warned from behind her. "They'll hear you, and you don't want that to happen, do you?" He drew her back still closer to him, pressing his already burgeoning cock into the soft yielding crevice between her buttocks.
"Mr. Parks!" Laura squirmed in her principal's grasp, turning around to face the older man with startled, horror-filled eyes. "Wha...What are you...?"
"Doing here? I got a hunch that the kids who're sneaking the liquor in had a cache hidden in the gym, so I thought I'd take a look around," he whispered softly in her ear. "But I'd say I found something better than booze! Jesus, will you take a gander at how that punk is banging the crap out of her?"
"D...don't talk that way!" Laura hissed shrilly over her shoulder. "Harvey and Amelia are only freshmen! They're our own students here!"
"Well, it seems that our newfangled sex education class is actually good for something after all," he whispered appreciatively. "What they lack in experience, they're sure making up for in enthusiasm!"
"Oh! And take your hands off me this instant!" she ordered in a low command, trying to squirm silently from his fingers. She didn't want anything to happen, not now with the two children only a few feet away.
"That's no way to speak to your principal, Laura," he whispered, his tone having a cool edge of a threat to it. "Remember who you work for!"
"Remember who we are!"
"I am! I'm a man-"
"A married man!"
"I don't call being stuck with Agnes as being married," he murmured cynically. "She's not a woman...but you are! I'm a man and you're a woman, one I've wanted for a long, long time! You're one hell of a lot of woman!"
Am I? Laura questioned herself in a split-second of hesitation. No...If I were truly a woman I wouldn't be here, sinfully excited by watching a boy...I'd be with a man, enjoying him the way a normal woman should! Then her shame and self-loathing returned like a sledgehammer to her conscience, and she groaned and twisted harder than ever to free herself from her principal's unwanted embrace.
But Orson Parks was not about to release his hold, not now that he actually had lovely Laura trapped in his arms! He realized he was acting impulsively and was feeling hornier than he'd felt in a long, long time--sure signs that he'd been right about the spiked punch!--yet all of his lustfully obscene dreams were finally coming true, and he vowed that at last he was going to fuck this lush-assed teacher until she squealed for mercy! He quickly unzipped his pants and released his thick hardened penis which he shoved tighter into her softly quivering thighs, pressing her dress into the fear-clenched crevice while his hands continued their lewd massaging of her sensitive breasts.
"Yeah...and what are you getting so moral about all of a sudden, my dear?" he whispered malevolently. "I may be married to an ugly cow, but you've been staring at these two and diddling your twat like a whore! Play along with me, Laura, and you can have a great time working at Wellsboro High! But if you don't..."
"Ohhhhh, this is terrible," Laura moaned under the horror of his implied threat. Her stomach began to knot with the growing ripples of fear and abhorrence, and her lovely face burned with livid embarrassment at the trap in which she'd unwittingly placed herself. She didn't want to hear any more of Orson's horrible words, or to stand the shame of being aroused by watching her students' lewd coupling on the mat. Tears of helpless frustration filled her eyes as she unavoidably watched the obscene picture of Harvey's tempting penis spearing mercilessly into Amelia's receptive young cunt. She was suddenly filled with the grim realization that she too might soon be bucking under hard, cruel flesh, if she wasn't able to fight off her principal's forceful attentions! With increasing dread, she felt the older man's fingers caressing her breasts and manipulating her nipples with growing urgency, and she could tell that he was becoming more excited with every passing moment that he held her in his iron grip. She felt nauseous as vivid memories of Uncle Albert's huge cock shoved all the way up into her belly came back to flood her mind... for as handsome and desirable as Orson Parks might be as a man, he was still a man!
And yet, the very hopelessness of her obscene position, coupled with the erotically enticing view of young Harvey fucking his girl, caused a strange and fluttering sensation deep in her belly. It was becoming more intense than when she'd watched them and fingered herself alone, the small segment of masochism which is in all women feeding the furnaces of her passions each time she felt Orson grinding his naked erection into her cringing buttocks. And now she felt his right hand moving down from her breast as hers had only moments before, sliding slowly, deliciously lower until he could gather up the hem of her dress and touch her fearfully anticipating pussy.
"Noooooo, Mr. Parks!"
"Orson!" he reminded her breathlessly.
"Nooooo, Orson! Don't touch me there!"
Parks had a hard time swallowing the laugh he felt. "Damned right I'm going to touch that sweet box of yours! I'm going to finger it better than you did...and a lot more too, if you know what's good for you. If you want to keep on teaching in my school...if you want to keep your respectability and not have a big scandal about me finding you here the way I did..."
Laura moaned and trembled in his embrace, crushed by his lewd threats and yet perversely excited both by them and by the youthful lovemaking she was witnessing. She tried to find the strength to overcome the prurient sensations billowing up against her will deep in her belly and vagina. She closed her eyes, squirming in his tightly closing arms, every move she made causing her breasts to throb more strongly, telling herself over and over that she had to fight him...and herself... before it was too late! But along with this came the sharp, pungent thought that perhaps she really didn't want to stop her principal from seducing her... that now that she'd been aroused to a seething mass of passion by watching her students fucking, she was finally responding to a man...!
Then she felt her dress reach the top of her thighs, and once again she shuddered as a rush of warm air swept across the searing hot flesh of her naked pubic mound. Her panties were still lowered around her legs, leaving her shamefully exposed to the searching hand that was slipping into the narrow, sensitive slit of her cunt. She could feel Orson Parks slowly inserting his middle finger through her satiny pussy curls and make delicious contact with the sensitive head of her throbbing clitoris.
Oh God! She wanted to scream out, but there was nothing the silently sobbing teacher could do as she held her voice back, the unwanted pleasure of his touch rising deeply in her chest. To her chagrin, she found herself reacting as when she'd fingered herself before, her trembling white thighs becoming wetter and her hips dancing in unintentional rhythm to the teasing of her hungrily yearning vagina.
Weakly she rolled her head back and forth in limp protest, but then the older man was forcing her to kneel down on the hard gym floor. He pushed her forward until she was crouched on all fours, stretching with difficulty the thin nylon panties gathered around her knees, so that she could still watch the erotic spectacle of Harvey's beautifully virile penis fucking into Amelia's tight little cunt. Laura suddenly flushed in shame, knowing that the swollen pink vaginal crevice between her buttocks was totally exposed to her principal's gaze, undulating upward in lewd invitation to any humiliation he might wish to inflict.
"Oh God, Mr. Parks-Orson!" she hissed. Please let me up! We can't do this! We just can't!"
"The hell we can't," he growled, panting high above her. "Shit, if my students can fuck, we sure as hell don't have to take a back seat to their action! Look at that chick move! She knows what to do with that boy's prick!"
Laura gaped, her attention returning to the storage room. Amelia's legs quivered straight up in the air and then wrapped python-like around Harvey's waist. Her hands slid slowly down his developing body and came to rest on his white, hollowing buttocks. The fingers spread, whitening from the pressure until Laura could see the teenager's red puckered anus like a rosebud nestling just above his tender scrotum and the glistening stem of his slender penis. The girl's tiny vagina was swallowing the whole of Harvey's plunging cock with greedy upward jerking, piteous pleas of passionate supplication rolling from her lips like obscene doggerel.
"See?" Orson taunted again, loosening his own pants, his urge to fuck this moaning teacher beyond all control now. "See? I love watching the kids here going at it, just like you do! Why do you think I became principal? Ohhhh Jesus, all the sweet nubile pussy at Wellsboro High drives me up the walls at times! Shit, I love screwing the girls when I can, too...though I think screwing you while watching them is going to be the best deal yet!"
"Ohhhhh Lord! Lord in heaven!" the teacher mewled deliriously. She saw her principal slide his trousers down to his ankles, and now she saw his lust-hardened penis. He held his massive thick erection in one fist, and then she felt him kneel down behind her quivering uptilted buttocks, pressing his cock between her legs. He guided his burgeoning penis forward, its thickly wet, rubbery head parting the pink fleshy lips of her cowering pussy, and she groaned as she felt the first hard pressure against the tight elastic opening of her cunt. God! It was gargantuan! It was even bigger than Uncle Albert's! It would split her in two!
Laura wanted to, recoil in horror and fear, but she was petrified into utter subjugation by fear of discovery, Orson's lewd threats, and the unwanted, involuntary heat which was flowing through her sensitively aroused vagina. Dear God, there was no way to avoid being raped again, yet this humiliating knowledge only seemed to incite her further. And again came the fleeting prayer that maybe this time she could learn to respond to a man! Maybe there was hope for her yet, after all these barren years of secretly desiring her young boy students, for there was no question that she was becoming more excited by Orson every second! Perhaps tonight he could teach her how to be normal at last! Lord...was it possible...?
The older man clutched her nakedly waving buttocks with one clawing hand, and pushed forward, flexing his muscular loins.
"Uuuuggggggg!" Laura groaned between her teeth, feeling the very tip of his full-grown penis butting up against her resistant pussy lips. He wasn't even inside yet, and already she felt cruelly stretched, her thighs splitting apart from the almost unbearable pressure. "Uuugggggg!"
"Be quiet, my dear!" Orson whispered in a soft, crazed voice. "Jesus, those brats will hear you if you make noises that loud!"
He wedged his iron-hard shaft of manhood harder into her sensitive vaginal crevice, frantically trying to enter up into her soft resilient belly. "Shit, you're tight! What do you douche with, Laura, alum? Shove back! Shove back against me and help!"
The helplessly submitting woman did as he commanded, pushing back against his rigid penis despite her fear and pain, telling herself that she wanted him. She wanted a man...this man! Ohhhhhh, she had to want him to be doing this! She was fighting a battle with herself that she had desperately wanted to lose for years!
But then suddenly like the voice of doom coming from hell, she heard a familiar voice call from outside the gym: "Orson? Orson? Where are you?"
Orson Parks raised up, frowning. "What was that!" he asked, holding Laura tightly to him by the long shaft of his cock. "Or-sonnnnn?"
"Your wife!" Laura breathed, freezing in her lewd position, not daring to move a muscle.
"Oh nooo!" her principal wailed in frustrated anguish. "Not now, not when...! No, no I don't care! We've gone too far and I want you too much! Jesus, I can't stop now, I'm about ready to shoot my cum as it is! Hurry up and get me inside, Laura! Hurry up so we can finish!"
"Orson Parks! Are you trying to hide from me?"
The distant sound of Agnes's fishwife voice seemed to drive her husband to a further frenzy of desire. He fought madly to penetrate the mouth of the tantalizing hair-fringed slit up between Laura's thighs, feverish to ram his lewdly brutal penis deep up inside her tender vagina and fill her womb full of his rising semen. But after that initial instant of freezing, Laura's mind snapped with the spontaneous hysteria of being found this way by Orson's terrible wife. No! No! her tortured mind screamed, and wriggled to get away from him...to escape before Agnes Parks came into the gym and saw them together half-naked on their knees like copulating dogs.
"Your wife! Your wife is coming!" she gasped back at him, squeezing her thighs together defensively to stop him.
"My wife, hell! I'm cumming!" Orson groaned. "I've got to fuck you first! I've got to fuck you!"
Terrorized, Laura tightened her buttocks closed against his frantic invasion until the muscles of her thighs stood out in aching tautness. She squirmed and bucked, held by his steel-fingered grip on her writhing hips, all thoughts of wanting him or any man vanishing in the horror of possible discovery. "No! No! Your wife! Oh God, no!"
Suddenly the older man gave a harsh groan and she felt his cock-head mushroom against the sensitive lips of her pussy. Thick, hot sperm erupted from Orson's penis and splashed wetly over the firmly resisting lips of her upturned vaginal crevice. The hot, white seed flowed endlessly up on her quivering buttocks and between her naked thighs, running down her inner legs onto her panties still hanging loosely at her knees and onto the hard gymnasium floor below.
"Damnit!" Orson shuddered violently. "I warned you! I warned you I was there! It's not fair! I was so close, and it's just not fair!"
Laura turned around then, seeing his monstrous cock ejaculating the last of its sperm out onto her while he collapsed, panting and groaning. She staggered to her feet, letting her soiled and ruined panties slide all the way down to her ankles, and then she stepped out of them, letting them lie wet and useless, unable to bring herself to touch them. She looked at her thickly matted legs as the hem of her dress fell down to cover her naked hips, feeling the moisture of his seed slick and uncomfortable between her buttocks as she pressed her thighs together in mortification.
The shame and hurt and the fear of nearly being caught weighed down on her like an oppressive black cloud, and with revulsion for herself and all that had been forced on her, she lashed out at Orson in a hissing tone: "You don't think it's fair? You were raping me, Mister Parks! You were raping me and would have succeeded if your wife hadn't come looking for you! And you think that's unfair against you?"
"You loved every minute of it and you know it!" her principal snarled. His climax having settled enough so that sanity returned, he hurriedly began buckling his pants on after slipping his now limp penis back into his undershorts. "Damn right, it's unfair, and if I had more time...! But I better go see what Agnes wants before she finds us together, or those two kids in the supply room."
The stalwart man spun on his heel and stalked quickly toward the exit of the gym. He paused at one point to turn and look back at Laura, his voice cold and arrogant. "But don't think this is the end of it, my little chickadee. And next time I'll make sure my wife isn't around to mess things up!"
Laura stood like a statue as she watched him depart, quaking inwardly with humiliation and the gnawing torment of what Orson Parks's next time would consist of. The door to the gymnasium snapped shut behind him, and as the sound reverberated in the empty room, she heard a shuffling noise on the tumbling mats, and Harvey asked: "Hey! You hear anything?"
Laura eased back in the shadows beside the storage room door, holding her breath as if her life depended on it. Lord, after all that had happened, don't let her be seen by her two students now!
"No," she heard Amelia reply after a fearful moment. "No, not a peep! But I don't care if the cheerleading squad is out there, Harvey! Fuck me! Fuck me some more!"
The figures in the storage room were silent for another few seconds, and Laura was positive that Harvey was going to come outside and check. But then she saw the boy lever forward and begin a merciless rocking motion over the girl again, his glistening virile young penis sliding faster and deeper into Amelia's waiting pussy.
Letting the air out of her lungs slowly and quietly, their dazed and benumbed teacher turned then and fled as fast as she could on tiptoes toward the exit which led outside.
CHAPTER THREE
The warm spring evening had become a pleasantly cool night by the time Laura Carter rushed outside from the hateful gymnasium. She turned wildly in the direction of her car, her mind filled with the hysterical desire to drive away from Wellsboro High as fast as she could and not return until school started the following Monday--if then! But she stopped almost immediately, seeing that the parking lot was swarming with parents and their offspring, some of them leaving but most just standing around to talk in the refreshing night air.
The shaken blonde teacher groaned at the sight, having no desire to face anybody at that moment. Her disgrace, she was sure, must be etched on her features, indelibly for all to notice! Yet with the same frantic despair which had led her to the gym originally, Laura was seized with the compulsion to move from where she stood.
Well, she'd just have to use her feet, she concluded...she'd simply take a long walk to nowhere in particular, as long as it wasn't back inside that dreadful building! Besides, it was an uncommonly lovely night, and the exercise would probably do her more good than driving. Later she would circle back and collect her car, when everybody else had gone.
Almost aimlessly, Laura began meandering in the opposite direction from the parking lot, toward the little park of trees and shrubs which bordered the school's property. It was like a miniature forest grove, a wild and wooded island in the midst of well-planned suburban development, left there purposely by the school architects when they'd designed the landscape to act as a restful contrast and buffer.
Approaching it, Laura noted with pleasure how the full moon filtered through the trees and threw shadows of birch and oak across the surrounding grounds like black, bush-headed soldiers. Then, treading softly over the thickly grassed earth, she broke her own trail through the shrubbery, the wooded knoll not densely overgrown and the moonlight from the cloudless sky casting plenty of illumination to guide her. She plucked off an occasional burr that stuck to her thin dress, and the gentle caress of the often knee-high grass and wildflowers against her bare legs felt good and somehow cleansing to her. Now and then she could catch the rustle of some darting nocturnal animal or the scratchings of a restless squirrel clawing up a tree. It was as if she were momentarily deserted in a world of peaceful nature, and as she continued through the glade, the distraught young teacher began feeling a little more relaxed and calm.
God knew she needed something soothing right then, she told herself as she walked. She needed something to help her to forget what had happened to her and to forgive her own despicable actions. But nothing seemed to shake the remembrance of the liquored punch she'd consumed unknowingly...and the rising fires of her own illicit passion as she'd watched the two teenagers making love on the storage room tumbling mats...and the explosive desire when Orson Parks had caressed her love-hungry breasts and welcoming vagina to a fever pitch...and then the shattering panic as he'd attempted to skewer her with his erect, throbbing penis and his wife had called out in search of him, causing the older man to spew his obscene sperm all over her kneeling nakedness ...
And it was basically all her own fault! The fact of the matter was that she had been completely and wantonly entranced by the sight of the two nearly naked young students, especially the abhorrently fascinating view of young Harvey Langford's slender virile penis! Dear Lord, she was so ashamed!
Still upset to the point of distraction, Laura stumbled into a small clearing ringed by foliage and covered with spongy moss. The moon shone down like an admiring spotlight, gilding the open patch and the few smooth boulders that were clustered to her left. Smoothing down her wrinkled dark blue dress, Laura slumped down beside one of the rocks, stretching her legs gratefully out on the ground and leaning her back against the stone to rest. Her head ached with the humiliating knowledge that the mere sight of a naked boy making love had been so appealing, it had glued her to the doorway with perverted yearnings. She couldn't hate or loathe her principal for taking advantage of the lewd situation, for he was a man, and his animal lust was normal and to be expected. Far more terrifying to her was her own indefensible surrender. Deep down inside she was forced to admit that while she could still not sexually respond to a man the way she should, she had willingly succumbed to Orson's attempted rape. She had bargained her body to his bestial desires, the view of Harvey's hard, eager little penis having driven her to a high state of helpless passion. Up until now, she'd been able to repress the constantly frustrating experience of desiring the leanly developing bodies of growing youths, but after her abominable performance in the gym, she was afraid she'd never be able to trust herself again! God, just how low could a woman sink...?
Perhaps it was her pride, her stubborn resolve not to be beaten by her own weaknesses that still fought desperately for survival in the back of her mind. Whatever it was, Laura dismissed the suddenly occurring temptation to leave her post at Wellsboro High and move far, far away. She could never run far enough or fast enough, for she herself was the problem, nothing else. No, the more she considered her plight, the more resolved she was to stay in Wellsboro and stick it out. Somehow she would find the internal fortitude to see this nightmare through and conquer her lewd compulsions. She would make sure she was never cornered in a compromising position with Orson Parks again so he could have the chance to follow up on his threat. These things she would do--she had to do, if ever she were to find peace of mind--and pray that things didn't get any worse. But Lord, how could they get worse than they were already...?
And then with an overwhelming surge of depression, Laura bowed her head and began to sob. She didn't want to cry but she was unable to stop herself once she began. She felt so miserable and guilty at that moment that the warm salty tears were something of a defense mechanism to momentarily wash away her haunting shame and fears. Ohhh, why couldn't she desire a man instead of children? Then she could let sex happen if she lost her self-control again! As it was, all she could allow herself were obscene fantasies to madden her as she returned to her dependence upon her own fingers to partially satisfy her ...
There was a sudden light footfall nearby, startling the weeping teacher from her morbid thoughts. She jerked her head up, wiping the tears from her swollen eyes and flushed cheeks, and she turned her head toward the sound. "Who...who's there?" she called out in a broken voice.
"M-Me, Miss Carter!" came a high-piped, hesitant reply, and shyly, little Billy Harrison walked into the brilliantly moonlit clearing.
His teacher sucked in her breath, terribly aware after the traumatic events in the gymnasium of his vibrant young body only a few feet away from her. She could almost feel the warmth of his youthful virility pulsing out towards her from the smooth, hairless flesh that was beneath his tee-shirt and tight blue jeans, and she felt a subconscious twinge of desire to reach out and caress the flat curve of his belly down to where it disappeared beneath his belt.
Billy smiled tentatively at the teacher, sensing that she was very upset and hoping it was not because of anything he'd done wrong. Crap, he'd hate himself if he ever hurt Miss Carter! "Am...am I interrupting anything?" he asked, trying to be polite.
"No, Billy," she replied weakly, sniffing back the last of her tears. "No, I was just sitting here by myself."
The fifteen year old took a step closer, awkwardly rubbing his palms up and down his pants legs. "I was looking for Harvey," he explained. "Harvey and Amelia, on account of her folks want to leave now. Gee, I've searched all over for them, only I can't find them anywhere. I thought maybe they might've gone into the woods, but I guess they haven't. Have you seen them, Miss Carter?"
Oh God, have I! she thought tormentedly, but she knew she had to lie to Billy. "No I haven't. I'm sorry."
Billy came still nearer to where his lovely teacher was sitting on the mossy ground, and now he was certain that she'd been crying! What could a nice lady like Miss Carter have to cry over? He faltered for words, knowing it might be improper to ask, but feeling the impulsive need to.
"Are you...you all right, Miss Carter?" Laura shook her head convulsively, denying it even though it was plainly written on her face. Yet Lord, how could she admit the truth? "I... I'm fine, Billy. J-just fine."
He hunched down beside her, his eyes wide and worried. "Are you sure? You're not sick or something? What's bothering you, Miss Carter?"
Oh, the dear boy! This was the worst torture of all tonight, steeling herself to his innocent concern for her! "N-Nothing is bothering me, Billy," she blurted out in a small whisper. "Just a little private matter, that's all. Thank you for caring."
"Is there anything I can do to help?"
Again Laura shook her head, feeling tears brimming in her eyes again and trickling down over her cheeks. Dimly she was aware of movement beside her as Billy sat down beside her and gently touched her arm. He was trying to be the little gentleman and comfort her! "Gee, I know I'm only a kid to you," she heard him say as he pressed close beside her, "but there's nobody in the whole wide world I'd rather help than you, Miss Carter. Isn't there anything I can do to make you feel happier?"
"You're so good and kind, Billy," Laura replied in a thick voice heavy with her barely restrained emotions. "And I don't think of you as...just a kid. But I was just feeling a little sad tonight, I guess. Women get that way every once in awhile, you know, and there's really nothing to worry about. You'll find that out when you grow older and you ..."
But before she could finish her sentence, the young boy suddenly threw both arms around his teacher and hugged himself to her throbbing breasts. She gasped with surprise and struggled weakly in his eager clasp, but then just as abruptly, he lifted his beardless face and kissed her tenderly on one tear-moist cheek.
His kiss lingered like a lover's, and because of his close position, his sturdy pelvis pressed firmly into her trembling thigh. She strained against accepting his boyish intimacy, but her fingers slipped on his soft, worn pants and accidentally touched his crotch. She could feel his leg muscles as they curved inward to form his immature young genitals, and the thickness of his zipper fly as if creased against her hand.
Oh God, she was responding to this boy in spite of all her vows and promises to be good! She remembered how she'd finger-fucked herself while watching Billy's friend fucking a girl, and how she had almost gone insane with the desire to possess him then instead. She blushed slightly at the shame flickering through her conscience now, and squirmed her buttocks down against the mossy earth. She felt the rough ground brush electrically under the soft swelling of her panty-less vagina, still warm and wet with Orson Parks's semen. She gasped from the unexpected contact and the more unexpected shock it produced, and her pulse quickened hotly against her will. A boy! A mere child was being affectionate toward her...and it was doing this to her! God, she had to get a grip on herself!
Humiliated at her own reactions, she renewed her struggles as she felt his lips leave her cheek. His head rested gently between her breasts then as if he wished to cuddle protectively in her maternal arms.
"Please, Billy, don't ..." she whimpered. "I...I'm your teacher, Billy. This is wrong to do!"
"I'm sorry," he panted in answer, his voice muffled by her dress. "You just looked so sad, Miss Carter, that I couldn't help myself."
He released her then and stared unhappily as Laura climbed weakly to her feet. His trembling teacher saw his eyes once again study her round, mature curves, and felt herself filled with an oddly immoral delight in his staring. She could sense her own aching hunger returning even stronger, and she clenched her hands into tight fists, determined to overcome the salacious temptations which the depravity in the gym and then Billy's ardent kiss had irrevocably started within her belly.
She turned from him then, moving away a few steps in her confusion to stare sightlessly out of the clearing. She searched the woods and bushes for something to distract her mind from the pulsating hunger flowing through her indecently aroused body, but the area was empty as far as her eyes could see. She and Billy were as alone in this moonlit clearing as if they were locked in her apartment! The temptation to take advantage of their privacy rose devilishly in her mind, but somehow she fought off her ever-growing yearning for this eager freshman youth so close to her.
Oh Lord, how innocent he is at heart! Laura moaned silently to the trees. Underneath his politeness and gentlemanly concern for her, he was still only fifteen, and she had the moral duty to keep him innocent! Tell him to leave! Tell him anything, but tell him to go before it's too late! Yet haplessly the older woman knew that she could not hide a curt brush-off behind some phony excuse. Billy would see right through it, and she realized he'd be hurt and crushed by her unexplainable lie. But she had to find a way of regaining her self-control! She simply had to--for both their sakes!
"I... I'm sorry," was all the stricken boy could repeat after a long pause. "I guess I shouldn't have kissed you like that, Miss Carter. Please don't be mad at me. Please?"
Laura faced him then, feeling as if her heart was melting in her chest. "I'm not angry, Billy. Nobody could be angry with anybody as sweet as you were to me. I understand."
"Oh, Miss Carter, you're not just another one of my teachers," he blurted out, trembling where he sat. "You're the most marvelous lady I've ever met!"
"Why, what a nice compliment to give, Billy."
"I mean it, cross my heart. Other ladies would be all mad at me, but you're not. You're like...like my best friend!"
"Thank you, Billy, and I... I like you too."
"You do? Really?"
"Very much," she confessed, adding mentally. Too much, more than is healthy for us, I'm afraid!
"And oh, oh!" she heard a hoarse gasp from him. "Oh, you're so beautiful!"
Uncertain why the boy was so enthusiastic in his comment, Laura glanced down at herself to see what was interesting him so much. To her astonishment and dismay, she could see right through the soft, clinging material of her dark blue dress in the piercing moonlight angling down at her. It was almost transparent as she stood there, and she felt herself blushing as she realized that the dark-haired youth had been staring at the immodestly clear silhouette of her barely covered thighs!
Moving quickly to another position, the chagrined teacher searched desperately for words to calm this dangerously explosive situation. But her mind would not function properly as she felt the boy's eyes gazing fervently at her voluptuously mature body. His gaze almost seemed to be a solid touch upon her flesh, roaming eagerly up and down over her high, rounded breasts and the full, inviting curves of her buttocks and thighs. Laura was mortified to find herself standing before him tongue-tied, and she tried desperately to still the strange excitement that was stealing over her emotions against her will.
But a savage thrill of exhibitionism tingled through the slowly weakening teacher's resolve as she watched his gaze follow her lush, lightly covered figure. She could feel a growing tremor of sensual response deep between her naked inner thighs as she realized that she was gripped with the lewd desire to seductively strip everything off, right in front of her hotly staring student. She intuitively knew the boy wanted her to just as much as she did...he, in his inexperience not fully aware of exactly what his immature body was craving, except the subconscious desire to see her naked...see her breasts, her legs, her buttocks, and most of all, her hair-covered pussy-mound!
"Now I know you're mad at me, Miss Carter." Billy's voice was low-pitched and wavering with embarrassment. "I was wrong to kiss you and I...I was even more wrong to say what I did."
"Billy, believe me, I'm not angry with you," Laura answered, shuddering from the erotic sensations pounding through her loins. "Every w-woman likes to hear things like that."
"And I wasn't making it up, either, Miss Carter! I mean it, you are very beautiful! L-Like one of those Greek statues standing there in the moonlight!"
"Billy, Billy, what am I going to do with you?" his quivering teacher bemoaned. "I'm so much older than you ..."
For some reason she didn't dare question, her eyes slipped down to the crotch of the boy's jeans, and the sight which met her gaze filled her with renewed passion that both thrilled and terrified her. Bulging out from her student's lap, the mature woman could see the slender outline of his desire-stiffened penis! Dear Lord, young Billy had gotten an erection from watching her! The panther cub was straining at his leash!
She could feel the inflamed center of her belly throbbing violently in passionate answer to the sight of his hardened cock beneath his pants, and she deliberately clasped her hands together to keep from giving in to the aching need to touch the swelling young flesh. How often she had dreamed of a lovely teenager like him making obscene love to her... and dear God, here he was! This fifteen year old child, eager and waiting, and if only she had the nerve to let him! She shivered from the perverse thought, pledging again to resist her unspeakably wicked impulses which were tugging at the very core of her being now. This was horrible, she told herself... horrible!
But it was also too late...far too late to stifle the flames of indecent desire which the PTA meeting had unwittingly fired within her unsatisfied flesh. The remorseless sensations raging in her loins were equal to nothing Laura had ever experienced before, not even back in the gymnasium! Her moistening thighs were tingling with arousal beyond imagination, her brain saturated with lewd contemplations of possessing this delightfully innocent boy. And how could anybody blame her? It wasn't her fault she was tempted this way! She'd been driven to this point against her will... by men! Men had brutally abused her, arrogantly discarding her and leaving her unable to sexually respond in a normal, healthy manner. It was a man's world, and they had treated her cruelly without fear of avenging justice! Well, not without compensation...and what a word that " was: Compensation! Requital, retaliation...yes, and after all these barren years, gratification! How easy it would be! All she'd have to do is crook her finger and Billy would come begging like the eager child he was!
While there still remained a small part of her mind which rebelled against the shameless immorality of her temptations, a much more urgent voice was persuading her that she needed her darling student more than life itself. For the first time in her thirty-three years, she was feeling true passionate desire; she was hardly more than a female in heat, crying for fulfillment! And Billy wanted her just as desperately, that was painfully obvious by the hardened outline in the front of his pants! How could she deny herself this compensation...this forbidden gratification of her thwarted senses? God, she couldn't! She had waited too long, and now it was too damned late to deny herself the God-given right for happiness!
In a voice she hardly recognized as her own, the older woman came over to Billy and leaned down to purr in a throaty tone: "No, I'm not mad, dear boy. I'm not mad that you want to kiss your teacher and tell her pretty things. I'm not mad at all... !"
"Oh, Miss Carter!" the teenager choked.
"I'm your friend, Billy, just like you said you wanted me to be. Think of me as your very best friend, just like your girlfriend," she cooed, gazing provocatively at him through the fringes of her eyelashes. "Or... do you already have a nice girlfriend, Billy?"
"N-No, Miss Carter, you know I don't. Ma thinks I'm too young to take out girls!"
"Well, I don't think you're too young to have a girl, Billy dear." Once again Laura scrutinized the crotch of his blue jeans, and the erotic shudders rushed up along her spine as she saw the slender, hardened bulge pressing against the material between his legs. "I think you're quite big enough already," she added seductively. "I think you'd like to have a girlfriend all your own, wouldn't you!"
"Cripes! S-sure I would!"
"Then let's pretend that I'm your girl, dear." She sat down beside him as she spoke, leaning closely to rub her full fleshy breast against his arm. "Would you like that?"
"Y-you mean it, Miss Carter? You want to be my girl?" Man, this didn't sound like her at all! He must be dreaming. "Gee, if you only were...I mean, it would be swell...wow!"
"And we could do things together, lots of exciting things!"
"L-Like what?"
"Like kissing ..."
Laura reached out with her right arm and slowly encircled the unsuspecting boy around his waist. She sensed his youthful confusion as she felt his trembling body stiffen against her touch, but she drew him closer, his very innocence firing her passions all the more. "Yes, kissing, dear child...but not on the cheek. Like this!"
The mature teacher flattened her breasts against the solidity of his heavily beating chest, and then she kissing him as a lover might, with open lips, her entire body quivering with her obscene desire to make love to the boy. The moment she voluntarily kissed him, she knew she was totally defeated. Every nerve of her sensuously alive body reacted with spontaneous combustion, her ungovernable affection for this delightful student overwhelming the last remaining restraints in her heart. She could think of nothing but the satiny feel of his moist tender lips against her pliant mouth. She raised her other hand and cradled his head tenderly, pushing his beardless face closer and pressing her lipstick painted mouth more firmly down against his ...
Crap! Billy thought with spinning shock. Miss Carter was smooching with him just like they do in the movies! Her frigging tongue was inside his mouth and it was the craziest feeling he could remember! He could feel his pecker jerking in his underpants like it was on fire! He wriggled in his teacher's obscene embrace, trying to will his slender erection limp again so that she wouldn't see how excited he was by her. Man, then she would be mad at him for sure! But his virile penis remained throbbingly blood-swollen and pulsing against the confinement of his pants ...
Then he felt the older woman move away from his lips, and a sense of disappointment filled him. He looked up to see her slowly straightening beside him again, and for a moment he feared she would walk away from him as she had before. But she only stood there, her lovely mouth curved in a lewd smile of lust and her eyes gleaming licentiously, looking down at him to make sure he was catching every sensuous undulation she made. Laura tried to warn herself that what she was purposely doing was wrong... that continuing to seduce her student could only lead to her eventual ruin and downfall... but her incensed demands were too fevered with passionate desire for that hard young cock she could see trapped behind his thin layer of pants. Her body's long-frustrated needs were in control of her senses now, forcing her to stand provocatively before the boy with her legs spread apart, her palms sliding down over the fullness of her breasts and thighs.
"And since I'm your girlfriend now," she said in a soft whisper, "there are other nice things we can do together ..."
The now brilliantly red-faced youth stared up at her wordlessly, the torture he was experiencing apparent in his expression. Shit, he couldn't help it! His prick was harder than a baseball bat, and no matter how he tried, it wouldn't go down for nothing! And what did Miss Carter mean--other things?
"Better than kissing," she taunted him. "Much better! But it'll just be our little secret, won't it? We wouldn't like a lot of other boys and girls to know, would we? And especially not your mother!"
"N-No, Miss Carter! I promise! I w-won't tell anybody!"
"Good!" His wanton teacher sighed with relief at his vow of silence. "I'll believe you, Billy, because I want to be your girlfriend tonight very badly! Now watch what I do..."
The adolescent stared with ever-widening eyes as the mature figure of his teacher swayed gracefully in the moonlight. Slowly, teasingly, she raised her hands back up behind her dress, and Billy heard the soft sound of a zipper going down. Her dark blue sheath became slack as it opened in the back all the way from her neck to the beginning swell of her buttocks, and then she began undulating her shoulders, allowing the sleeveless dress to gradually fall like a soft curtain over each of her two brassiere-encased breasts.
Billy felt his penis leap within his pants, his hard shaft jumping as he watched spellbound. The dress slipped gently lower until he could see her navel, and for a moment he thought she was going to let it drop all the way off! But then she paused, gathering the material at her waist and teasingly holding it in place with her forearm pressed against her lower belly.
"I'm undressing for you, lover-boy," she cooed above him. "You want me to, don't you? You want to see your new girlfriend naked, tell me you do!"
"Oh, Miss Carter! Yes! Yes!" Billy burst out uncontrollably, squirming on the mossy ground. He tried not to stare immodestly at her beautiful breasts which were protruding from the tiny bra she wore, but it was impossible to keep his eyes averted! Crap, this couldn't be happening, not with Miss Carter! He was going to wake up any second now and find he was home in bed, he just knew he was!
Laura moved with the lithe awareness of being viewed, and she reveled in her lewd exhibition. With her other, free hand, she reached behind her and unclasped her thin white brassiere, pulling it free while still clutching the dress to the front of her loins. She shuddered with delight as young Billy sucked in his breath, reveling in the knowledge of what her lewd striptease was doing to his budding mind. Her large full breasts jutted out in naked exposure for him, their ripe pink nipples perking out from the tips of the ivory globes and reminding him of cherries on vanilla ice-cream scoops! Ohhh, he was going to explode at this rate! Go right off like a rocket to the moon!
"Now I'll take my dress all the way off, lover-boy!" Laura parted her lips to wet them with the pink tip of her tongue. "And you know what? I'm not wearing any panties!"
"Oh! Oh, Miss Carter!" the shaking teenager groaned.
"I'm not wearing anything under this dress, darling...nothing at all, so you can see how hot and juicy my pussy is for you as soon as I lower my dress ..."
But Laura hesitated in dropping her unzipped garment that was bunched around her thighs. She began to tease him to still greater heights of adolescent desire by slowly rubbing the fabric in tiny lascivious circles around the "vee" of her pubic mound. Avidly the boy watched her movements, groaning stiff-legged and transfixed, thinking how wonderfully wicked it was of Miss Carter to go around with no panties on. He was completely oblivious to the fact that her panties were still lying sodden on the gymnasium floor, or that Laura was purposely using the dress to wipe away his principal's remaining sperm from her matted cuntal hair and lips. Laura wanted to be clean and fresh for her Billy-boy!
At last, when Billy thought he couldn't stand another taunting second, his seducing teacher began rolling the thin blue dress down over her voluptuously undulating hips. Lower and lower it went, down over her thighs, until Billy could see the first tufts of her blonde pubic hair peek above the material. Then still lower, an inch at a time, until finally she dropped her dress around her feet. Unashamedly, Laura kicked it aside along with her shoes, and stood completely naked before the pop-eyed fifteen year old. The swollen lips of her throbbing cunt were presented to his immature gaze in total view, the curly fleece of her pubic hair glistening lewdly with a few drops of coagulated cum she'd missed and her own richly secreting lubrications. Her legs, long and slender and satiny-smooth, were moist and trembling at their inner thighs with the constant flow of her passion-juices, and her flat belly rippled uncontrollably as she basked in his youthful admiration.
"Well, lover? You like what you see of your new girlfriend?"
"Ohhhhh!" was all that Billy could answer.
Laura lifted her hands and began to slide them along the silky flesh of her sides, from the flanks of her firm ripely rounded thighs up to the outward swell of her molded breasts. Her fingers began to stroke her breasts, kneading them gently and pushing them out to her young student as if presenting him with two forbiddingly luscious gifts. She held that position for a short moment, and then when Billy remained rooted open-jawed to the mossy earth, she slowly lowered herself on her knees and moved on all fours toward him.
"Come to your new girlfriend," she urged wickedly, stalking him as a bitch-dog in heat. "Come to Miss Carter, you sweet darling boy!" She lay trembling hands on his smooth, unlined face, crushing the billowy softness of her breasts hungrily against him.
Again she tried to tell herself that what she was doing was sinful and depraved...but her breasts heaved high and swollen against Billy Harrison's shirt, and her loins pressed urgently against his hard young penis she could feel pulsing through his jeans against her naked skin.
Her voice turned still softer and huskier as her surrendering body was unable to resist any of her uncontrollably perverted desire for the boy, and she couldn't help undulating her hips against his trouser-covered pelvis while planting several warm, loving kisses on his mouth.
"Suck it, Billy-boy...suck it and feel it with your tongue, just like you were my baby needing milk ..."
"Ohhh, Miss Carter! Your titty tastes so good!" she heard in a muffled response. Billy Harrison couldn't stop his mind from wildly spiraling in his head. Crap, he was actually sucking his favorite teacher's boobs! He loved it! He loved her!
Laura's uncontained enthusiasm had now reached that saturation point where nothing could have stopped her from continuing her seduction of her fifteen year old student. She gently smoothed her hand down over his back, feeling all of his velvet flesh when she pulled his tee-shirt up and inserted her hand underneath. Lord, his tender skin was just like an infant's! It was too much to resist! Her other hand slowly eased around to the front of his bulging pants and gently caressed the swollen outline of his virile young erection. She felt the boy tremble and gasp while he suckled harder on her breast, and a searing flame of passion raced through her naked body while she teasingly traced her fingers up and down over his slender cock.
Billy sucked frantically on the nipple between his lips as he felt his teacher slide the zipper of his blue jeans down. She slipped her hand inside his open fly, and he could feel her fingers searching with a soft grazing motion beneath one leg band of his cotton underpants and around the smooth flesh of his inner thighs. He spread his legs to allow her more room, moaning with uncontained delight as she lovingly began to stroke the sensitive shaft of his rigid penis. Ohhh, he couldn't have stopped her if he'd wanted to! Rising tingles of sexual arousal swirled up between his almost hairless loins and through his lean and developing chest. Miss Carter had his prick in her hand and was playing with it! His modest, prim teacher was diddling him off! And...and shit! Now she was fondling his balls, too!
"Ugggg!" the boy groaned around her soft, delicious breast which throbbed between his hotly ovaling lips. He was unable to contain his moans and sighs as she continued to tenderly caress his budding hardness and sensitive scrotum, and when she eased her breast free and began to remove his tee-shirt, he raised his arms above his head to help her take it off.
"Yes, darling boy!" she whispered enticingly. "Let's get you naked! Let's get you as naked as your girlfriend is!"
Laura traced her hands along the waistband of his pants, unbuttoning the top of his unzipped fly and smoothly drawing them off his hips along with his undershorts. Billy lay back, arching his thighs unresistingly as he watched with disbelief, remaining motionless while the older woman gently undressed him entirely, even his shoes and socks.
"You're so beautiful, Billy-boy!" she exclaimed, her passionate eyes greedily absorbing the sight of his arching rigid penis jutting from his soft, smooth loins. Her own body was tingling with degenerate excitement, and her mind was wickedly afire with corrupting lust as she wrapped her hand around his virile young penis and began to stroke it up and down. Yes! Yes!
Here was a cock she could take and enjoy, unafraid of its length or thickness, but delighting fully in its pleasure-giving hardness!
Billy stared down at what his teacher was doing to his cock in wild-eyed amazement. He watched mesmerized as she massaged him with her fingers, pulling the blood-swollen shaft up and down until the blunt head grew large and crimson like a beacon. "Oh! Oh, Miss Carter!" he whimpered, squirming next to her. "Oh, you're jerking me off!" he blurted, truly shocked by her obscene actions.
"Oh, I could jerk you until you came, your prick feels so good in my hand!" the mature woman breathed hotly against his youthful chest. She laughed in warm, seductive delight, continuing to stroke his slender penis as she stretched out in lewd abandonment beside the boy. She splayed the full white columns of her shapely legs wide apart, kneeing outwards until the blonde silken pubic hairs were parted on either side of her hotly quivering pussy lips, and -her entire pink cuntal slit was revealed to his innocent view.
"Would you like to look at my pussy, darling? Would you like to right up close?"
"Oh...oh, can I really?"
"Yes! Yes, I want you to!" his salacious teacher encouraged in a pleading tone. "Get down between my legs and look at what your girlfriend is offering you!"
Billy felt sorry when she stopped massaging his cock, but the idea of inspecting Miss Carter's pussy aroused new and still more exciting thrills in him. He was so keyed-up that he felt like shouting! His lovely teacher wanted him to look up her snatch, and this was the first time he'd ever seen one at all! Crap, nobody would believe this was happening to him! He didn't even believe it, and he was here!
"Hurry, little lover-child! Hurry!" Laura panted, her mature body a sensual caldron of perverted lust. She saw him begin to move hesitantly down on the mossy ground, his lean naked body noticeably trembling as he climbed over her wide-splayed legs and positioned himself on his haunches between them. She gazed at his straining eyes as they gaped at her blatantly exposed vaginal area, and the sight of his apprehensive fascination fed her own insatiable hunger still more. Obscenely she spread her thighs still wider and began little rotating circles with her hips and buttocks to urge him on to greater indecencies.
"T-That's right, lover-boy!" she sighed, unable to keep the heat of her passions from her voice. "You like it? Does it look nice and warm and soft to you, just like a pussy should?"
Billy was voiceless! His face hovered only a few inches above the hair-fringed flesh of her naked cunt! His breath hitched in his throat as he watched it undulating temptingly, marveling at the rounded pink lips that started at the bottom of her smooth white belly and trailed down through to the rounded spheres of her buttocks...and the tiny inviting hole that was centered between them!
"Go ahead, darling, go ahead and touch me!" Laura commanded in a hiss. "Take your fingers and touch my pussy...spread it wider so you can see every little bit of it!"
Crap! He sure wanted to touch Miss Carter's twat! He had to touch it, to feel it, to see up inside it! His heart was pounding in his adolescent chest as he lay the palms of his hands on the inside of her quivering thighs, gradually touching the fleshy sparsely hair-covered slit of her vagina with a hesitation born of awe and mystery. He began to draw her warmly moist cuntal lips ever so slowly apart, spreading the silken pubic curls and opening the delicate pink flesh to the heat of his boyish eyes. Enchanted, he drank in the breathtaking spectacle, his juvenile belly an inferno of newly-discovered passions, his hardened penis stiff between his nearly hairless loins and aching almost inhumanly! Bits and pieces of flickering mental imaginings he had conjured up while playing with himself at night raced through his lust-fired mind, and he realized that his most vivid fantasies could never equal the real thing he was feeling now!
"Put your finger inside, dearest!" Laura pleaded to him. "Put your finger right up inside my hole! Ohhh, finger my cunt, darling Billy! Finger your girlfriend's cunt!"
The lust-driven teacher raised her head with anticipation so she could stare down at her naked student between her widespread legs. She watched in breathless agitation as Billy brushed his hand gingerly between the strands of her blonde pubic hair and then gently pressured his slim middle finger deep up inside the fleshy wetness of her hungrily welcoming vagina.
"That's it! Ohhhh, that's it, darling!" Laura gasped and undulated her hips up against his sliding, prodding young hand. "In and out now! In and out like you were making love to me! Yes! Oh yes, that's how to do it! Mmmmmm...!"
The mature woman quivered from head to toe at the enrapturing sensations as little Billy pistoned his stiffened finger up inside the tightly clasping mouth of her pussy. Oh God, this was heaven! She knew she was using the boy disgracefully, corrupting him for her own debasing satisfaction, just as Uncle Albert had violated her when she'd been Billy's age...but this acknowledgment only seemed to make her perverted seduction all the more enjoyable! The tables had been turned for once, and now she was taking as men had so ruthlessly taken her! Billy was her toy, hers to order as she wished...to be trained and taught and drained of' his sweet young innocence ...
As his teacher mewled in sadistic excitement from his inexperienced massage, Billy was speechless at the wild erotic picture she made before him. Miss Carter's legs were widely arched and trembling as he pumped his finger as deep as it could go up into the warm, exposed cavern between her thighs. Man, it was just like he was fucking her! He'd never dreamed that a lady's twat could be so warm and tender inside, so soft and pink around it! Crap, what would his pecker feel like up inside her? Better than his finger, he bet...
Never before had Laura experienced the depraved but delicious mixture of compensation and gratification which burned through her now. As her clenching vaginal passage milked at the young boy's drubbing finger, it occurred to her that this prurient combination which was overwhelming her senses was definitely in keeping with her newly unleashed cravings, wicked as they were! She thought with demented abandonment of all the pleasurable perversions she and her student could possibly enjoy together...and suddenly she was filled with a burgeoning desire to have him kiss her down there, between her legs! She had always considered, having a mouth on her genitals an especially abhorrent and sinful act against nature...but now the lewd idea seemed somehow unbearably attractive. She felt that having Billy kiss her naked pussy would make her seduction of him all the more obscene, almost as if there were actual love and affection between them rather than this overwhelming urge to release the years of pent-up tensions boiling in her loins.
"Tell me you love my pussy, Billy!" she rasped down at him, incapable of resisting her outrageous temptations. "Tell me you adore it... want to kiss it! To lick it even!"
Holy shit on a stick! He was going out of his mind for sure! His finger all the way up in the tight hole of Miss Carter's snatch, and now she wants me to kiss it! He did love it! Adore it! Crap, and he wanted to kiss and lick it, too!
"Tell me!" she moaned like a mad-woman.
"Y-Yes, ma'am! Yes, I do!"
"Then kiss it right now, darling lover!
Suck my twat the way you did my titty!"
Billy had never even remotely felt such an urge to accept instruction. The sound of her pleading voice and the eroticism of her command made his cock leap beneath his belly in furious excitement, and he dropped his face without hesitation, pursing his lips to kiss one outer edge of her hair-fringed cuntal lips. The closeness sent an aromatic tang to his brain, and he inhaled the delicate female fragrance that aroused his already crazed desires to the extreme. Then, tentatively, he thrust out his tongue until it made contact with the velvety smooth flesh, the warm and moist feel of it sending chills along his spine, its delicious piquant taste and smell causing his nostrils to ardently flare.
"Ohhh, darling! Darling Billy, that's the way! Lick all over and keep your finger right up inside it... way in! Oh! Oh, how you're pleasing your girlfriend tonight!"
Billy felt his teacher's hands entangling in his hair and they forcefully pushed his face into the damp pink crevice of her cunt until his nose was buried and he could hardly breathe. He moved his tongue around wildly now, exploring her smooth rounded vaginal flesh, finding that when he touched the little hard bud toward the top of her pussy lips, she trembled all over and her breath came in soft, grunting gasps. He sensed the movements of her head flailing back and forth on the ground above, and suddenly he forced his tongue to join his finger, spearing them both deep up inside the warm velvety depths of her nakedly splayed pussy.
"Ahhhhh!" Laura sighed blissfully, grinding her buttocks into the softness of the mossy earth. She writhed and squirmed, raising her loins to the boy while she pressed his eagerly lapping mouth tightly to her sensitive pubic mound, her tender vaginal walls twitching in a moist sucking action around his teasingly thrusting tongue and finger.
Dear, dear Lord! Laura whimpered within herself, the sensation of his young, unspoiled tongue like a wriggling lizard prodding moistly between her quivering thighs. And then his eager tongue was laving up through her vulva to her clitoris again!
Skyrockets of lurid delight exploded over the nerves of her trembling flesh as she felt his teenage lips nibbling on the tiny pulsating button, and then they began a gentle sucking motion! Billy could do no wrong! He might be inexperienced and even virginal...but he instinctively knew what to do, just like the unchained panther cub he was!
"Ohhhhh! Ohhhhh! Lit-little lover-boy! You're wonderful to me! I-I love you, darling, darling Billy! yessss...lick and suck it for your girlfriend, Billy ..."
A tremendous elation swept through the fifteen year old. Miss Carter loved him! Crap, he was really doing it for her...just the way a grown-up man would! He'd never felt so mature and capable in his life!
"Ohhh, it's too beautiful, Billy! I'm going to cum, and I don't want to! Not yet, not until we've made love!" Laura writhed and thrashed, unable to wait a second longer. She could sense her impending climax building...building deep inside her, and she didn't want it to reach it until his virile young penis was deep up where his finger was! That would be the ultimate!
To have him fuck her with his youthful enthusiasm and then spew his fresh semen from his tight round testicles!
Almost reluctantly, the older woman removed her fingers from his bobbing head and leaned up on her elbows. She panted down at him: "You want to make love, don't you? You want to put that nice hard prick of yours in your girlfriend's pussy. Don't you? Don't you? "
Her last lewd appeal drove the teenager wild with frenzy. He lifted his face to lock onto her ecstatically twisted features, and the intensity of her emotions nearly scared him! "Crap, I do! I want to very much, Miss Carter... but you're a woman, and I... I'm half your age!"
"Less!" Laura crowed with satisfaction. "Less than half!"
"M...maybe I couldn't do it very-"
"Ah, but I'm your teacher!" Laura urged enthusiastically. "I'm your girlfriend and your teacher, and I will show you! But I don't think you're going to need any showing, Billy, dear! I think you're a wild young animal that'll just intuitively do the right thing! Ohhhh, and my cunt is on fire for you to try!"
Without another word, Laura reached down and grasped her student under his arms, lifting him up over her as she lay back down in a supine position. She spread her legs on either side of his hips, until he was cradled firmly between her high-lifted thighs and she could feel his hard blunt cock-head sliding wetly along the pink crevice he'd so recently licked and fingered. She edged one hand down between their naked bodies and with loving tenderness, clutched the slender shaft of his painfully swollen cock, centering it against her beckoning vagina.
"Ahhhhh, Miss Carter!" Billy sighed loudly. He could feel his panting teacher raise her moist open cunt up over the crown of his penis, and he thrust his loins down in answering ecstasy. Wild pinpricks stabbed all the way up through his belly, the entire length of his boyish erection feeling to him as if it were being suctioned straight up inside the older woman's hotly gripping pussy!
Crap, so this was what fucking was like! And his very first time was with Miss Carter, a full-grown lady! The fifteen year old was filled with a sense of limitless power, and with another cry of sheer delight, he pushed down with all his might, forcing the softly smooth walls of her vagina to part in rippling waves before his rampant young cock. Laura felt his small, sperm-laden testicles bounce hard against the cheeks of her tightly clenching buttocks, and she groaned in submissive rapture as the youngster's eager hardness stretched wide the elastic channel of her cunt.
"Ohhhhhhhh, at last! At last it feels good to me!" his corrupting instructor cooed deliriously. She kicked out her legs and then locked them around his tensing young body, the thrill of being satisfied after so many years of frustration and fear sending chills coursing through her blood. The inner muscles of her vagina tightened spasmodically around his virile young penis as she endeavored to pull her handsome student deeper up into her hungry belly. For one disenchanting moment she wondered how she must look--a thirty-three year old woman with her legs and arms wrapped around an adolescent's naked body, writhing uncontrollably on the mossy earth of the moonlit clearing.
But as she felt Billy begin to flick his hips experimentally, practicing in his immature way to find the best method to fuck her, she abandoned her guilt and ground her thighs up against his loins in total responsiveness. There was no pain this time, no cringing horror at what an uncaring man was forcing her to accept against her will... because this time it was an innocent child who was fucking into her! A child of just the perfect length and girth to satisfy every secret craving she had always denied herself before! Every sensitive inch of her pussy was passionate and eager for him, enveloping his youthful erection like a welcoming glove!
Billy's beardless face glowed with the newly-discovered sensations he was experiencing for the first time in his young life. He panted with childlike glee while feeling his long, hard penis surging up inside his teacher's urgently squeezing cunt, reveling in the moistly gripping pressure and salaciously wet sounds. He was learning how to fuck...learning fast, and he didn't intend for this to be the last time he threw his bone to Miss Carter! Not when she loved him and wanted him so bad! Not when fucking her felt this damned good!
"Oh yes, yes, yessssss!" Laura chanted in delight. She struggled for breath at the electric sensations shooting like cannons through every fiber of her being. Now she was a woman at last, fulfilled and healthy and enjoying sex, adoring every second as her young student's slender penis plunged ceaselessly into her vagina with growing confidence and skill! Oh, what a fool she'd been all these years! Well, no longer! She would never be without him again! He was -magnificent! Oh, the vile and wicked pleasures she would teach him from now on. Oh, oh, she loved him! She unquestionably did...!
Billy could feel his hardened cock expanding in the older woman's hotly clasping vagina until it felt as if it were ready to break from the maddening pressure. He rammed his cock into her with increasingly savage strokes, his slender hips pounding rhythmically as he tried to burrow more and more of his lust-rigid erection deep up inside the delicate moist walls of his teacher's cunt. Man, any second now and his balls were going to explode! He was going to squirt his cum right up in her snatch like he'd always dreamed of doing! Crap! Almighty crap!
"Ohhhhhhhhh fuck me, fuck me Billy-boy!" Laura groaned beneath him, babbling all the obscene words and phrases that came to her delirious mind. She jackknifed her legs tight, pressing her knees back hard into her jiggling breasts and offering the teenager the full opening of her uptilted vaginal slit. Her eyes rolled uncontrollably in her head, her face contorting as she strained for the final explosive orgasm that was so near... so very, very near...Then: "I'm cumming! Oh, do you hear me, darling? You're making your girlfriend cum at last!" She pulled back her naked thighs until the whole of her stretched pink cuntal crevice was presented up to the boy to spew into as he willed. Her ankles locked over his back, her splayed buttocks squirming on the moss beneath them in a wild uninhibited dance of lust. "Cum with me, Billy! Cum with meeeee!"
"Ohhhhhhhhh cccrrrraaapppppp...!" Billy screamed. He shoved his pistoning penis hard up inside her pussy, eagerly straining for the ultimate end of this exquisite torture which was growing...growing in his testicles. Then all at once the student felt his bubbling semen erupt deep in his small tight scrotum and race up the full length of his plunging cock. He gasped as his imbedded shaft of boyish flesh began a sudden jerking that flooded his teacher's wetly gripping vaginal hole with his virile adolescent seed.
"Don't stop! Don't ever stop, child!" Laura pleaded mindlessly. She choked, a low banshee wail forming on her lips and piercing the quiet of the wooded grove around them. Her nostrils flared wide and she screwed herself up against the teenager's surging penis, locking herself to him with all the strength in her loins, while her belly throbbed spasmodically against his naked pelvis.
She held her breath for an interminable moment, feeling young Billy empty all of his freshly hot sperm into her hungry womb. Then she expelled her air, sighing gratefully as the juices of their co-mingling orgasms swirled uncontrollably into her quivering vagina in a wet tide of passion that she had never dreamed could be so fine. It was a heavenly bliss without equal...!
And then it was over...shockingly over, Laura realized in the dying wake of their demoniacal orgasms. Her legs collapsed on either side of the panting boy's spent body. Her thighs and buttocks rested limply in the excess of wet liquids which had so completely filled her belly that some had been forced to trickle out from between her stretched vaginal lips. She could feel her exhausted student's penis slowly deflating inside the warm soft lips of her satiated cunt, and she knew she could never hope to deny the ignominious truth. She'd been fucked. Willingly fucked, and by a boy almost young enough to be her son, and fucked damned well.
As their naked bodies rested entwined, the older woman could sense that her mind was returning to reality, bringing the aftermath of shame and disgust she expected should rightfully follow...But it didn't! There was no hate, no loathing sense of self-disgust. Just total and relaxing euphoria ...
And when finally Billy raised his face, she saw that there was no outward display of contempt or revulsion on his features, either. His fair-skinned expression was one of limpid admiration! Laura could only stare up at him as she lay there spread-eagled in her lewd position, astonished more than anything else by the way his no-longer innocent eyes traveled over her with caressing possessiveness. Then she saw his tears, and abruptly he was hugging her, kissing her cheeks and lips while she pressed him to her lovingly.
"Ohhh, Miss Carter!" she heard him moan in a choking voice. "Oh, I wish you really were my girl! It was so wonderful, fucking you!"
"Oh...Oh Lord!" Laura whimpered happily, clutching his delicious young body tightly to her breasts and kissing the crown of his head. The sweet, beautiful darling! He was in love with her...and worse, she loved him, too! The impossible situation of forbidden love and obscene desire clawed at her brain. God, what a corrupt and depraved woman she had become! She knew she'd never be able to stop herself from seducing him again and again; and no longer did she care to even try now that they had both broken free of their restraints and were unfettered. They were soul-naked as well and body-naked, and already she was beginning to feel a slight twinge of arousal again. Lord, the boy had barely stopped fucking her to maddening orgasm, and just the thought of doing it a second time was exciting her again! She wanted him ...
She wanted Billy again right now!
CHAPTER FOUR
I want him, want him more than ever... and he wants me, too... ! Laura Carter thought as she exchanged affectionate glances with her fifteen year old student. Billy's once ramrod erection was now soft and nestled limply in the wet, tender confines of her vagina, but even as his mature teacher looked up at him and wondered if she could get him hard again, she seemed to sense an answering throb of renewed passion. Lord, he was so eager and so virile!
It was all that Billy Harrison could do to keep from continuing to pump into her. Crap, he still couldn't believe he'd been fucking pretty Miss Carter! He concentrated on pulsing the muscles of his deflated penis deep down in the older woman's pussy, hoping to bring his erection back again.
"Gosh, Miss Carter, do you...do you think we could do this again?"
"Yes, lover-boy! Any time you want! Any time at all!"
"I mean...now?"
Laura sighed with a wide, blissful smile. Ohhh, how he loves me! And how I love him! I think I could love a dozen little children just like him...! Men would always have to rape her, she had proven that to herself when Orson Parks had attacked her in the gym...it was boys like Billy who pleased her only! It was boys like Billy she loved, only boys...!
"Now, dear heart!" she whispered excitedly up at him. "Let's see if we can get that nice cock of yours all hard and big for me again! Roll over, Billy, roll over on the ground!"
Her student pulled away from her, sliding his flaccid penis out of the flushed pink warmth of her cunt. He hated to pull it out, loving the sensation of her moist vaginal flesh hugging around his young manhood, but he tingled with anticipation at the thought of what his teacher might show him next! He had never seen or done before any of these things which Miss Carter was instructing him to do tonight, and it would be best to mind her until he learned more about making love to women!
Billy rolled over on his back and lay tensed beside her, a thin white trail of their mingled orgasms following his cock across her lower thigh. Even though his depleted penis lay in the hammock of his scrotum as if exhausted, it was already tingling inwardly with expectations, and Billy followed the older woman's every movement with wide and brightly curious eyes.
Laura rose and stretched, then settled back down again with her legs curled under her haunches. Leaning forward, she reached out with her right hand and began to fondle his limp little cock. Her fingers curled around its shriveled length and slid the loose flesh up and down in a slow, magical rhythm that caused his loins to tremble and ache with growing response. She rose to her knees then and hovered over the boy, smiling sweetly down at him while she continued to tightly stroke his penis with her hand.
"Just relax, Billy-boy," she whispered endearingly. "Just relax and let your new girlfriend do all the work for a while."
"Wh...what are you going to do, Miss Carter?" he moaned, feeling his buttocks beginning to undulate from her teasing rhythm.
"Why...I... I think I'm going to kiss you, darling, kiss you right on your lovely prick just like you kissed me. Yes...yes, I think that's exactly what I'm going to do to you!"
Laura was surprised at her own bold promise. But the idea of kissing a male cock no longer repelled her as it had for so many years. Her own naked loins were still moist and tingling from the pleasures of Billy's tongue as well as his penis, and anything that caused a person to feel that good could not be the degrading act she'd always considered it to be!
The mature woman leaned closer, beginning slowly, tentatively, just as hesitant as Billy had been when first he'd kissed her pussy. With her hand still massaging his gradually yearning cock, she licked her tongue down the hollows of his neck and to his chest. She found his small male nipples and nipped gently at them, unsure if they would respond. To her pleasant surprise, she could feel the naked teenager twisting slightly from the strange new sensations, and she remembered the wild delights that had run through her own body when he had sucked her breast with his moist red lips.
Laura played her moistly sliding tongue down further to lave his belly and wash his tiny navel, careful not to dislodge his slowly hardening penis from her hand. When her face was directly above Billy's lean-fleshed thighs, she watched with fascination as his boyish flesh grew firmer and bigger, expanding in her caressing grip until its blunt-tipped crown swelled crimson and taut.
"Ohhh, Miss Carter! I'm getting another hard-on!" she heard her student whimper proudly, and his delighted tone excited her all the more. Her tongue flicked out, coming into warm, wet contact with the expanding head of his stiffening erection. It circled around and around the thickening cock as the boy groaned and jerked beneath her from the erotic manipulations. Her slowly searching tongue found the tiny opening at the end and darted wetly, maddeningly into it. It was already moist from his regenerated arousal, and the heady taste and odor made the older woman salivate with lustful anticipation of when his penis would be fully hard...Hard and long inside her mouth...and the expectation of the obscene perversion she was about to subject him to caused her belly and thighs to ripple with rampant passion.
Laura dipped her other hand to the base of his rising hardness to gently cup his soft, round testicles, while her right hand continued to pull back the loose foreskin and to expose all of the sensitive pink head of his cock to her lips. She began to plant tender warm kisses around it, beginning at the top and tracing a path down the full length of the virile rod to the base, then wetly back up again to the blunt rubbery crown. She played longer than she knew she should, closing her fingers once again, around the shaft of his erection and pumping him as she kissed, wanting to insure that her student never forgot this moment of corrupting love.
But young Billy could stand her teasing no longer. With a gurgle deep in his throat, he reached down with his hands and tangled them in his teacher's hair, thrusting his heated loins up with all the impatience of his youth. He wasn't entirely hard yet, and he felt Miss Carter pause in momentary doubt... but then he was sliding his ever-swelling penis between the whiteness of her teeth and into the warm wet interior of her mouth. The inexperienced child could not hold back his cry of joy as he saw her lips tighten around his throbbing cock like an elastic band. Miss Carter was sucking his pecker! Crap! What would she do if he came in her mouth? Did the lady want him to shoot his wad in there, too...?
Laura closed her eyes to keep from choking. She could feel his virile manhood growing large and thick and hard as rock as it slid the length of her tongue to the back of her throat. Billy had never been this big and firm before, not even when he'd made love to her! She felt the excitement building stronger in her flesh from the unspeakably sinful thought of her mouth being abused this way, as if it were a second cunt begging to be fucked by her lover-boy. In place of her years of aversion and repugnance, there was now a desperately overriding urge to taste every inch of the fully erect cock that was sawing between her lips... to saturate herself with the prurient sensation until her stomach was as inundated with fresh young sperm as her vagina had been. She desired to swallow Billy's white cum, and with this lewd goal in mind, she sucked with insatiable greed on the teenager's hardness, swirling her tongue hungrily around its pistoning shaft and head. She bobbed her head rhythmically up and down, totally enraptured by her mouth-watering assignment, her saliva trickling from the corners of her tightly ovaling lips, thick and pungent with the taste of his cock and the left-over secretions which had coated it. Yes...oh Lord, yes! This was unbelievably wonderful! If only it would never end...!
So lost was the woman and her fifteen year old lover, that they failed to hear the sounds of steps nearing the clearing. Nor did they notice the sharp intake of breath as another person stood transfixed in the moonlit patch, eyes bulging with disbelieving shock at the depraving scene on the ground. But Agnes Parks heard them! Seeing what the naked teacher was doing to one of her freshman students, she clapped one gnarled hand over her heart, certain she was going to faint dead away from the horrifying sight! She tottered, too shaken to find the strength to move more than her jaw, though not a sound was uttered from her gaping mouth.
Great balls o' fire! the dumpy older woman thought as she swayed in frozen horror. She had been inspecting the grove for the express purpose of breaking up any teenaged couples "sinning" in the dark. She was highly suspicious of the temptations a warm, moonlit night can offer...and how right she was! But this was Miss Carter! That flirting hussy who made Orson moon like a love-sick calf! And if adultery wasn't wicked enough for her, now she was molesting one of her own pupils! The devil had returned to earth, and there it was right out in front of her, and her eyes were not deceiving her...!
Little Billy Harrison was thoroughly captivated by Miss Carter as he bucked his lust-rigid penis in time to his teacher's urgently plunging mouth. The sight and feel of her lips clenching firmly around his rejuvenated cock with every up-and-down stroke she made was more than his budding mind could handle! Ahh...and the way she was cupping his testicles with a kneading motion was enough to explode his head! He could sense his balls swelling in her softly massaging grip, and it would be only another second until he blew his new load of cum right up in her face!
"Oh! Oh, Miss Carter!" he yelped in warning. "If you...If you suck my pecker any more, I'll cum! I'll cream inside your mouth!"
"Mmmmmyyyessss!" Laura moaned in a muffled voice around his pumping cock. The thrill of satisfying so innocent a youth sent chills coursing over her dancing breasts, and the inner muscles of her wetly pulsing vagina tightened in emulative excitement, beginning a throbbing pressure of their own volition. Lord, Lord! Let Billy cum! Let Billy cum now!
Laura clasped her ovaling lips in a tighter, more maddening hold around his driving penis. She squeezed his tightly-bloated testicles, raking her nails gently beneath them as she strained to make him climax ...
And then...then suddenly the older woman groaned with surging excitement as she felt his rampaging boy-cock flex and pulse inside her furiously sucking mouth. Its hard rubbery tip flared out against the back of her throat, its tiny slit widening with forewarning of the semen which was to follow. Her mouth plunged harder and faster along his young smooth shaft as she leaned over his almost hairless loins and pressed closer around his expanding cock.
"Ohhhhh crap! I'm there, Miss Carter!"
Her teenaged student felt his naked body lose control over his newly-discovered emotions, and frantically he heaved his pelvis up toward her face with his burgeoning need to release his sperm. His warm, cream-like seed suddenly erupted from the blunt head of his cock for a second time that night, this time spewing high into the grotto between her hollowing cheeks. And all the while his high-pitched' voice was crying out: "Oh, Miss Carter! Miss Carter, I love you! I love you!"
His fresh hot cum surged like jets from a cow's udder, flooding her mouth to overflowing. Laura swallowed voraciously, trying not to lose a single drop of his delicious fluid as her lips bobbed rapidly up and down to keep feeding the wildly ejaculating semen. She groaned in rapturous fulfillment as the boy throbbed out the last remaining spurts of hot sticky cum, and then watched adoringly as his penis slipped from her mouth, slowly deflating again into shriveled limpness.
His affectionate teacher had sucked him dry, and with a groan Billy collapsed on the mossy earth, arms widespread. He watched pleasurably as Miss Carter nibbled gently at his slender penis, washing it dry as a mother cat cleaning her kitten, her head resting softly on his lean young thighs. Then she crawled up over his naked body and cradled his head against her still-heaving breasts. She pressed her student to her, kissing him tenderly and fully on the lips.
"Was that nice for you, Billy-boy?" the mature woman asked warmly after a moment.
"I think it was the most fabulous thing that's ever happened to me," the teenager said, looking deeply into her eyes with an appreciative gleam.
"Well, I think it's the most disgusting thing I have ever seen in all my born days. Miss Carter!"
That voice! Laura thought foggily through her lust and satiation. I know that voice as well as my own...! She struggled to raise herself from Billy's embrace, and then froze to the ground, her eyes opened wide in horror. "Mrs. Parks!"
The principal's harridan wife towered over them, her stocky figure quivering in righteous indignation, her sharp voice savagely bitter with hate and revulsion. "I saw you! I saw the evil you were forcing upon this innocent babe! You can't deny it! You can't deny it, you...you perverter!"
"Ohhhh Lord, no!" Laura wailed in the humiliation of being caught like this, naked with her belly and mouth overflowing with a little boy's eager sperm. She'd been discovered! She was ruined...ruined without recovery!
"You child molester!" Agnes Parks shrieked.
"She's not! She's not!" Billy Harrison suddenly piped up in Laura's defense. "Miss Carter's my teacher! She's teaching me how to be her boyfriend! I love her!"
"Oh! I've never heard anything so despicable!" The older woman snapped back at the boy, and wagging a finger down at him, added menacingly: "Have you no shame, you little scamp? You'll go straight to hell for this, mark my words!"
Billy's beardless face reddened from fear and shame, and jerking his arm up over his eyes, he collapsed in a sobbing, helpless heap back down on the ground. His mortified teacher struggled to her feet, stumbling slightly to keep her balance as her mind reeled under the impact of Agnes Parks' eyes locked coldly on her mature, exposed body.
"Please," she moaned placatingly to the other woman. "Please...you don't understand, you don't understand!"
"I understand all too well, Miss Carter!" Agnes's gaze trailed the length of Laura's naked body, coming to rest at her thighs where thin rivulets of Billy's semen could still be seen glistening wetly in the moonlight's reflection. The lewd vision filled Mrs. Parks with contempt. Her wrinkled features contorted with a cruel and unbending ruthlessness, and her eyes seemed to sparkle with smug disdain, as if she felt triumphant at catching a younger, prettier woman this way.
"I understand," she repeated nastily, "and you won't get away with it. Do you understand me, Miss Carter?"
"Don't... don't do anything to make it worse," Laura begged in shivering desperation. "Don't... for Billy's sake!" But her words sounded pathetic and useless even to her own ears.
"For Billy's sake! To save his soul, I'll expose you for what you are, Miss Carter! A tramp! A slut! From the very first, I spotted your mark of Satan. You whore!"
The vicious wife spat the insults so hard and hatefully that Laura winced from their impact. Mrs. Parks reached forward then and grasped her arm, digging her long fingernails deep into the softness of her tortured flesh like a buzzard's talons. "A whore! A harlot from the gutter! How many other students have you seduced? Well, this will be your last one, I'll see to that! There are laws against wicked painted women like you!"
A tremor of dread rippled over Laura's naked body at the sound of Agnes Parks' threats. The publicity, the reliving of the lurid details that could add nothing except more insult to injury...but she would be before the police, if this intemperate woman had her way, in a courtroom on trial, and then possibly even to jail! Dear God, she would rather die than go to prison! It snapped then, the spontaneous bursting in her mind that crashed reality down over her with a shattering force. She turned and twisted from the woman's grip, biting Agnes's hand as hard as she could. The woman's howl was only dim in her ears and her brain pounded with the insane, single desire to run...run...!
The principal's wife clutched at her shoulder as she wrenched free. "Stop! Come back here!" Agnes Parks screamed, but Laura was already racing naked across the clearing, her breasts jiggling wildly and her lungs threatening to burst from fear and exertion.
"Help! Police! Police! Somebody stop her!" she heard behind her, and then she was in the grove of trees, charging through the brush and into the merciful darkness of their cover. She was sped on by the knowledge of what would happen to her if she were caught, and the single idea made her uncaring that she was without clothing, without pride, without anything except terror. Her breath came in short gasps and her legs felt as if they were made of rubber, and before she realized where she was, she was out of the trees and crossing the lawn of the schoolyard barefooted. She thought about her car then, hoping that the spare set of keys was still in the glove compartment... hoping that she could reach it unnoticed and get away in time. And with that ill-advised notion firmly implanted in her horror-crazed mind, she ran like a nude summer nymph toward the parking lot ...... Straight into the large crowd of PTA members who were going home now that the dance was over.
CHAPTER FIVE
Her cell was square, and had concrete floor and walls with a bright bulb countersunk behind heavy wire mesh in the concrete ceiling. There was a thick porcelain sink with a single cold-water faucet run by pushing a chromium button, and the toilet next to it had no seat or lid. No window. No way to see any other cell in the block through the door of tool-proof steel bars. There was nothing for Laura Carter to do now except lie on the immovable bunk with its thin hard mattress pad...and think.
She thought of how she'd been captured only a few hours earlier, naked and cringing in the center of a group of curious, shouting laughing spectators. She thought of how that awful Mrs. Agnes Parks had come marching indignantly out of the wooded copse like some avenging angel of a wrathful god, dragging poor, frightened Billy Harrison behind her by the hand, kicking and screaming and sobbing his young little heart out. She thought of the horror and consternation which registered on the eyes all around her; the arrival of the police; the blanket hastily thrown around her naked body; and the silent trip to the small local jail, where she'd been booked and sent to this cell to drop in an exhausted agony of shame and self-debasement...
Now the mature teacher lay on her bunk, staring at the cracks in the ceiling with sightless eyes, her mind a torment as she considered her future, if such she could call it. There would be the questioning and the formal complaints and the ride to the main county jail in Rapier City. There would be the lawyer, if she could get one, and even so he wouldn't be able to do her much good. There wasn't anything left of her world now and she knew without questioning, that she'd passed the point of no return.
How? she cried out to herself. How could it have come to pass? How could such a horrible night have happened to her...and still be happening? She recalled the deplorable evening episode by episode, the blood rising in her cheeks as the vivid memories came drifting back. Her unknowing drinking...her fingering herself while watching Harvey and Amelia in the gym...her near capitulation to Orson Parks and her hysterical flight into the grove...She could perceive a face, a young boy's face, his mouth wrapped around the rounded swell of her woman's breast... she could almost feel his small hands caressing her again, and could nearly hear her own deep craving voice pleading for more...more of... of sex! Sex: only a word to her before, a notion of physical contact that she had feared, never enjoyed. But this evening she had learned the meaning of lust and desire--she had learned the passion that was sex. But it hadn't been from a man, and that was why it had ended so disastrously. No, it had been with an innocent youngster who had given her entire body a strange new life that was empty without a boyish penis to sooth the fiery longings which had suddenly been unchained ...
Her morbid reverie was suddenly interrupted by the opening of her locked cell door. She turned with sudden, irrational fear, sitting up and calling out: "Wh...what? Who's there?"
"Just me, Miss Carter. Sheriff Dinsmore." The sheriff was a thick slab of a man, balding and beer-bellied, with a round, moon-shaped face given to grinning at things which displeased him. 'Thought you looked a mite peaked," she heard him say in his gravel voice as he closed the door behind him. "Yes sir, in sore need of a drink, in fact."
Laura blinked as she moved to sit on the edge of the bunk, with her feet flat on the floor and legs firmly pressed together. She saw now that Sheriff Dinsmore was holding a quart bottle of some cheap bourbon by its long, glass neck. Still dazed and shaken by the savage turn of events, the bewildered young blonde was unable to read his eyes in the harsh glare of the overhead lamp. "N...no thank you. I don't care for anything," she managed to stammer.
The sheriff walked ponderously toward her, still clenching the bottle in open invitation. Now she could see his eyes clearly, and there seemed to be a certain sadistic glitter to them that made her tremble with dread.
"Do you good, toots," he said, letting his eyes roam lecherously over her brassiere-less breasts. She still did not have her clothing back, and was wearing only the drab brown smock of a woman prisoner. But the way his gaze was moving over her, Laura had the distinct impression he was mentally removing the smock as well, leaving her defenselessly, humiliatingly naked again. "Better take a swallow," he went on to say, " 'cause it'll make things easier on you."
She stared up at him, twinges of fear coming alive inside her. "E...easier on me? Easier on me how?"
Dinsmore laughed obscenely, coming still closer. "Well now, it's like this. You're in a heap of trouble, fooling around with a kid the way you were. But as sheriff here, I just might be able to help you."
"Help me? Nobody can help me!"
The sheriff wagged a finger of his other hand to show he disagreed. "Tut, tut, don't go busting out in tears on me. None of that crying in my jail, young lady. I guess you're right in one way though, because you won't stand a chance in court. Open and shut, that's what it is, and d'you know the penalty for a sex offense in this state? Fifteen year sentence, that's what. Fifteen years in the state prison, and when you get out, you gotta register with the police wherever you live."
"Oh God! Oh God, nooo! Th...that's inhuman!" Laura was in a disparaging, irrational state of panic; the frozen kind, in which the body is too confused and terrified to calmly plan a course of proper action. And at the moment, facing the gruff, ruthless sheriff and his quart of bourbon, she felt like screaming at the top of her lungs. "It's too cruel for words! I rather die first than that!"
"I'm trying to tell you that there're other ways, toots. Maybe not very legal ways... but then, I'm the law around here, so I guess I'm the best judge of that."
"You mean...You mean you'd let me go? You'd arrange a...a escape for me?"
"Now, we might consider it a little," Dinsmore said with soft slyness. "I want something you've got, and you want me to do something for you in exchange. I think an arrangement could be worked out. Don't you?"
Laura stared wide-eyed at the sweaty, greedily leering sheriff, his beady eyes glowing like burnished wet olives in their sockets as he continued to devour her full rich body. "M...money...I'll pay you back. I'll give you money," the hapless teacher babbled frantically. "How...how much?"
"I don't want your money," Dinsmore sneered down at her, waving the bottle of bourbon. "No sireeeee! I want you, Miss Carter, you and your wild-ass, kid-fucking body!"
"Oh Lord!" Laura moaned and fell back against the wall of the bunk, her whole body displayed to this evil lawman, the short prison smock hiking up to expose most of her slender thighs. "I...I can't make love to you, Sh--sheriff Dinsmore, if that... that's what you mean!"
"Yeah, it's what I mean, toots, and yeah, you can!" He licked his rubbery lips and widened them into a cruel smirk. "And you mil, by shit, if you have the hope of seeing the outside of a jail before you're wrinkled and gray!"
Laura's mind whirled from the humiliation of sitting beside this vile, depraved man while he uttered his degrading monologue of lurid demands. All she'd done wrong was yearn for Billy's once virginal adolescent body in an overwhelming moment of uncontrollable passion. Just because she'd weakened to her unspeakable impulses and had brought fantastic pleasure to them both, she was now being forced to surrender her body on command to this brute! This animal! This man! It wasn't fair! She watched Dinsmore in repugnant shock, wondering dizzily what she could possibly do. My God, what other choice did she have? If she didn't submit to his demands, she would lose any chance she might have to start a new, wholesome life. Fifteen years in state prison...even Dinsmore was better than facing that!
"How...how do I know you'll let me go if I do?" she whispered in defeat.
"Why toots, you can trust me," the husky sheriff purred. "My word is law. Now...you want that drink to celebrate?"
She shuddered, shaking her head. "N...no. I won't need it."
"Then let's get the show on the road, Miss Carter," Dinsmore grunted, putting the bottle down on the floor beneath the bunk. "Get that smock off and let's see you nekkid."
Before Laura had time to react, he was unbuttoning his own uniform. She watched him strip, frozen trancelike in horror as his thick penis suddenly sprang out straight from beneath his paunch like a heavy blunt spear. He grinned lewdly at her and stroked his massive uncircumcised shaft back and forth, taunting her. "Like it, toots? A little bigger than that brat kid's wienie, ain't it?"
Laura's face contorted in terror at the long thick hardness which he held menacingly in front of her. It was monstrous and webbed all along the underside with heavy throbbing blue veins, giving grim advance warning of the lustful state he had worked himself into. Her eyes trailed a slow path up the length of his hirsute torso, a piteous and useless plea nestled in them, asking for mercy. But there was none. Nothing but a cold and unyielding face of an arrogant male.
"Like it?" he tormented, reaching out with his other hand to viscously twist her hair.
"Y...yes, I... like it!" she finally managed to stammer through her pain and degradation.
"You're going to like it better after you get that damned smock off, toots!" he snarled, and yanking her up off the bunk, he drew her hard against his nakedness, his erect and throbbing cock ramming her painfully in the belly. He snaked his hand around the thin flimsy garment and in one swift motion unsnapped all the fasteners; Laura could feel the cool rush of air against her naked skin as he slid the smock from her shoulders, and then she heard him mutter in lusty appreciation as it fluttered to the concrete floor.
"Shit, ain't you stacked!" he said in a panting voice, his gasps having a wheezy quality to them as if he were laboring with asthma. "I bet you could melt ice with a bod like yours!"
She stood before the leering sheriff, humiliatingly exposed while he abruptly dropped to the floor on his knees. She almost lost her balance when she felt the sudden wet contact of his thick glistening lips pressing obscenely into the flesh of her soft vaginal crevice. Her blonde pubic hair grazed his stubbled cheeks, and he spread her pink, moist cuntal lips with his calloused fingers to flick his tongue lizard-like into the rounded sheath of her softly cringing pussy. The fear-crazed teacher jerked from the electrifying assault on her vagina, falling backwards, the edge of the bunk catching her behind the knees. She sprawled with a soul-searing wail on the thin soiled mattress, flat on her back, her thighs inadvertently wide as she landed.
Sheriff Dinsmore pounced on the bunk and caught her by the ankles before she could close her legs. She struggled, but it was a one-sided battle, and then she relaxed, offering all of her fragrant, hair-fringed cunt up to his salacious and greedy eyes, knowing that she would have to give in eventually. There was nothing left now but the horrible surrender to this lawman's every obscene whim, her naked body a helpless doll to be abused as he willed, until he ceased his quest for satisfaction when he exploded his hot liquid sperm inside her resilient belly.
"On your knees, toots!" Dinsmore ordered, his licentious excitement aroused beyond control by the mere sight of her voluptuously firm body. Her inspiring nudity with her erotic pleasure-filled thighs, perfectly formed hips and legs, and trembling vaginal lips--Jesus, never in Dinsmore's debauched life had he taken advantage of a female prisoner this perfect! "I said on your knees!"
"Why?" the bitterly humiliated woman mewled. "What... What are you going to do to me?"
"Just a little fun, toots!" the sheriff crooned hoarsely. "Don't you worry none. You're going to get the ride of your life, because Big Daddy Dinsmore here loves to fuck ass!"
Ass! He wants to sodomize me! Laura had prepared herself a little bit, as much as she could, for anything he wanted to do to her--but this command was inhuman! He couldn't mean what he said, he was only trying to frighten her further, to make her crawl and plead with him! He wouldn't dare make love to her there!
Rough hands suddenly pressed against her naked hot flesh, Dinsmore's massive fingers digging into the protesting skin of her quivering buttocks, leaving painful red marks from his clawing. "I said to turn over, bitch!" he snarled impatiently. "Turn over, or by cracky, I'll break your legs!"
Whimpering, sucking back her desire to cry out in torment and horror, Laura Carter obeyed, rolling over and then kneeling with her head pressed tightly to the mattress, her frail little hands clutching desperately at the iron sides of the bunk for support. The full, white moons of her buttocks stretched up in sacrificial offering to the lewdly uncontainable sheriff.
Sheeiit! Dinsmore thought as he kneeled behind her. My balls are popping! He forced her legs wider apart with his knees, the hair of his legs brushing against the sensitive inner flesh of her thighs. She was held wide and helpless, completely at his mercy, and she bit down on her lower lip to keep back the tears of hopeless frustration brimming in her eyes. Dinsmore's hands grasped harshly at her hips, holding them steady in the air as she felt the rigid thickness of his cock impress itself into the nakedly upthrust crevice of her buttocks. The sobbing young teacher gasped from the first contact against the tiny rosebud opening of her anus, remembering the size of his penis when he'd flaunted it cruelly in front of her face only moments before. She could never take that huge thickness up in her tender belly without it quartering her unmercifully! She jerked forward spontaneously, attempting to move across the bunk and away from it.
"Hold still, toots!" Dinsmore shouted, quickly digging his hands into Laura's waist and drawing her back against him. The distraught teacher could not move an inch; she could only stay where she was and feel his enormous erection probing menacingly into her defenselessly held rectum from behind.
"Ohhhh, no! No, not this! Please!" she pleaded in a soul-wrenching cry as she felt the tightly resisting orifice being wrenched apart before the unyielding pressure of the man's lust-inflamed hardness. "Oh dear Lord, stop! Stop!"
"I ain't stopping until your ass takes every last inch of my prick!" Dinsmore panted excitedly. "And it will, too!"
Laura moaned at the further humiliation of hearing the sheriffs obscenities, the painful intrusion of his cock vibrating through every fiber of her body. His hardened penis was pushing the soft sensitive flesh of her wide-stretched anus in great waves of agony before it. Ohhhh, little Billy's slender member had felt so perfect for her, filling her vagina to just the right amount--but this! This was in her rectum, and felt like she was being impaled by an oak tree trunk! She grunted in submissive torture, her eyes watering in torment... until suddenly she felt the coarse hair of Sheriff Dinsmore's loins crush heavily into the softness of her buttocks. His entire throbbing length was buried cruelly to its hilt deep up inside her desperately straining anal canal!
Dinsmore, muttering obscenities behind her and gasping with sadistic pleasure, began to saw rhythmically in and out of the tender confines of her burning rectal opening. Sobs of pain and misery bubbled from Laura's swollen lips as she felt more used and debauched than she ever had before in her life, even long ago with Uncle Albert! Her whole body was wet and abused as Dinsmore levered up on his knees and began to lunge the full length of his punishing shaft upward into her with long gliding strokes. The tiny ridge of her clasping sphincter muscle pulled out around the base of his cock as it withdrew for still another vicious lunge up inside her belly. Her servile, kneeling body was trapped between the skewering penis from behind and the oppressive hands holding her tightly around her hips and waist. She was unwillingly held in this submissive position, painfully bent like an errant slave before its contemptuous master.
The vicious sheriff leaned over her back and hissed: "You like it? You like a man-sized prick up your butt for a change?"
And that made it a hundred times more punishing, to know that he reveled in his crude and perverted torture just because she preferred little boys to men like him. His obscene taunts continued unabated as he endeavored to split Laura's rectum apart with his unbearably large penis. "How'd you like that kid to see you now?" he tormented Laura over and over. "How'd you like him to watch his loving teacher getting fucked in the asshole by a real man?"
His lewd obscenities of mockery and insult droned on as gradually the excruciating pain from his giant hardness in Laura's anus began to ease a little. She still felt ripped and torn, but slowly her rectal muscles stretched in adjustment to his unnaturally large intrusion- She could feel her anal channel relax into a tight, warm-fitting glove of sensitive flesh around the lewdly sawing penis. And strangely, beneath all the pain and mental torment, Laura began to feel lewd little tingles of masochistic arousal deep in her wildly trembling belly. She still felt the agony, but the pain was beginning to become oddly pleasurable and she found herself involuntarily squirming backward to meet the obscene impalement as Dinsmore surged forward into her anus. Of their own volition, her cock-split buttocks began undulating and her hips swung in tiny rotating circles, clasping his penis warmly with a slight throb of unwilling responsiveness.
To kneel on this jailhouse bunk and be treated like some common whore was loathsome punishment, a fitting retribution for being the corrupting molester she knew she was at heart. And retribution never comes mercifully! Her thoughts tumbled through her shattered mind, no defiant emotions left in her tortured belly, only atoning shame and anguished chastisement toward her hateful flesh. The humiliated teacher could hear the sheriff's grunts of pleasure, and she hated her body all the more for the joy it was giving him. She wanted to destroy them both for the degradation and shame she was having to endure, and in spite of her pain, she ground back against him, squeezing her rectal muscles tightly together in a vain attempt to rip out from his loins that sadistically punishing cock.
Laura squirmed lewdly on her knees, her face rolling from side to side from the intensity of her effort, her eyes wide in unseeing entrapment of the final quest for fulfillment. She bucked and churned her body against him, feeling he was nearing the end, and she moaned in concert as encouragement for him to end it soon and fill her swollen belly with the burning hot seed of his orgasm.
Sheriff Dinsmore sensed her sudden frantic need and began to sodomize more rapidly into her, battering her quivering buttocks hard and deep with his pelvis. He gripped the tops of her thighs with his fingers, squeezing with all his strength to pull her as far back as possible over his lustfully expanding cock. His eyes bulged wide at the lewd spectacle of her sensuously naked body bucking so urgently before him, and the vengeful desire to hurt her rippled through him once again as he pumped into her anus with mighty thrusts that seared its fire up her widely stretched rectum.
"Aggggggg!" Laura moaned piteously. "Ohhhhhhhhhh!"
With the last groan of agony, she could feel the tormenting shaft of male hardness begin to grow and expand until she thought it would burrow up to her throat. It was killing her, it was tearing the tender muscles of her bowels beyond all human endurance...but she was loving every obscene moment of it! And yet in wretched truth she knew that it was the pain, the punishment, which was appealing to her now, not the blissful sensations she'd experienced when Billy was poking and prodding her so innocently between the legs.
"Oh God, cum, cum! For God's sake, cum!" she screamed in masochistic pleasure as she fucked wildly back against him.
The cruel sheriff gasped above her, incoherent words spluttering from between clenched teeth as he shoved forward with a vengeful thrust that almost tore through the walls of her sensitive belly. He shuddered as waves of his white-hot sperm shot up the length of his rigidly jerking penis and squirted out into the welcoming depths of her anus. She knelt in front of him, buttocks still waving obscenely high in the air, and pressed back tightly against his hairy loins as he poured his semen deep up inside her hungrily accepting rectum. Groaning in delight, he finally collapsed over her nakedly trembling body, flattening them both to the bunk.--After awhile, the insanely sodomized teacher felt the older man's weight lifting from her, and the softness of his deflated penis slipping with a moist sucking sound from the confines of her ravaged anal channel. She felt sore and wet and used, but nothing like the terror she had felt in the beginning, for there was nothing left that he could do to harm her. He had debauched and humiliated her beyond all reason and she could never forget it, but she had lived through it and knew she would do it again if necessary. She would do it a dozen times over, even though the blight and shame would live in her mind forever. Anything, so long as she didn't have to go to prison for fifteen years, branded eternally as a sex offender.
"Sweetest ass I ever did see," Sheriff Dinsmore said, beginning to dress. "Well now, you better get some sleep, Miss Carter. Be dawn before you know it, and you've got a big day ahead of you."
Laura slowly lifted herself up on her elbows and turned her head to look at Dinsmore, who was buckling on his pants now. "Well?" she asked in a trembling whisper.
"Well, what?"
"Are you...Are you going to let me escape?"
His roguish face broadened into a gleaming, cynical grin. "Whatever are you talking about, lady? I'm the sheriff here. It's my duty to keep prisoners in, not let them out."
Laura Carter's heart leaped wretchedly in her constricting chest, and she gasped in a low, choking voice: "But you promised!"
"You must've misunderstood something.
I don't make promises I can't keep, and how could I explain if you suddenly weren't here in the morning? Can't do anything about it, toots--only a judge and jury can set you free. Only I don't think they will ..."
"Oh God, you lied! You lied and tricked me!" the horrified teacher wailed, and rolled over on her face, beginning to sob bitterly into the mattress. She heard the brutal sheriff chuckle lewdly as he put on his boots, and then he stood over her, his voice suddenly turning harsh and savage.
"And it won't do you any good to say what we did, toots. Who's going to believe the likes of you? Keep your mouth shut about this, because you're in enough trouble as it is, and you won't want any more. Especially the kind I can dish out. Besides, a good ass-fuck never hurt no broad."
She felt a sharp, resounding slap on her buttocks, but she didn't turn over in spite of the stinging pain. Clang! The barred door shut upon her, and she heard the ratcheting sound of the key in the lock. Dear God, it had been all for nothing! She'd allowed herself to be depravedly sodomized, and there was nothing she could do to fight back! What had she become? What had the world done to her? The world--still a man's world, and she'd been defeated again, this time for good!
All of her emotions came flowing out -her fear, her shame, her frustration, her self-abomination--and the tears cascaded down her cheeks, while body-racking sobs filled the tomb-like chamber. Later... a long time later, she fell into an exhausted, half-delirious coma of sleep.
CHAPTER SIX
The exercise yard was small and cramped, an oven under the broiling summer sun. There was nothing to relieve the oppressive heat and humidity, the earthen yard flat and bare from the thousands of prisoners who'd trampled over it. The four stone walls were stark and tall all around, broken only by the guard towers on one side and the two windows of the laundry room on the other. The girls of Laura's tier were stretched out in whatever shade they could find, talking in wary, subdued tones among themselves as they waited for the bell that would send them back to their four-person cells.
Laura was crouched down against the wall of the laundry room all by herself, sullen and uncommunicative. This is the way she'd preferred it since being sent here a month ago after her trial and sentencing, and if she had her way, it would continue for the rest of her term ...
But Fat Maxine slowly strutted toward her across the yard. Fat Maxine was the unofficial leader of the tier, a brutal pig of a woman who somehow reminded Laura of that loathsome Sheriff Dinsmore. Fat Maxine's ponderous breasts and bloated stomach jiggled obscenely under the drab gray prison uniform she wore, and as she hunkered down beside Laura, the puckered scar on her left cheek glistened with sweat in the sunlight.
"You ain't been very friendly," Fat Maxine growled in her raspy voice. "Some of the girls say you've been downright uppity, like you're too good to be in the place."
Knowing Fat Maxine's almost total power in the corrupt prison here, Laura didn't snap back as she desired to do. Instead she humbly replied: "I'll try to be friendlier, Maxine."
"Sure, sweetie, sure you will. Life's bad enough here without stirring up enemies." She leaned forward, placing a pudgy hand on Laura's arm. "Now, you know I rule the roost here. What I say goes, and if I say we're friends, then everything will be ducky. Of course, friends of mine please me...make me want to be friends with them, if you see what I mean."
Laura's stomach knotted and convulsed as if it had just turned inside-out. She got Fat Maxine's meaning, all right. There was little question what she had on her mind, or what would happen to Laura if she should submit to her advances. Prison life without the opposite sex around degenerated into only one thing--rampant homosexuality. Men took "wives"--and here, women like Fat Maxine chose the fairest of new arrivals as surrogate "husbands". Laura knew she could look forward to fifteen years of this...but still she sought to play naive ...
"No, what do you mean...?"
"Awe, come on, you're smarter than that. You're not in here for shoplifting, but for diddling around with little kids. You just remember how nice it was with them, and you can either make a little party with me just as much fun, or..."
"Or?"
"Or fight it, and a whole mess of the girls will have a blast with you one night. Maybe with some knife-carving afterwards. Get it now, dearie?"
Laura felt her mouth twisting into a harsh line of bitterness. The ghastly truth that she was being forced to bargain for her life by giving this flabby woman her body seemed inconceivable to her, yet that was exactly what was happening. It was the same in here as it had been for her outside, though here the rulers were at least women, and not hateful men. That was something better, at least... Even though she feared she would vomit, the blood draining from her face, she managed to look Fat Maxine straight in the eyes and smile in a thin, cool manner.
"I get it, lover," she said to the female tier boss. "I get it loud and clear. Your cell or mine...?"
