In A Passion for Youth, we the publishers feel fortunate in bringing to the public what we consider to be one of the most powerful and finely wrought exposes into the general breakdown of the public teaching system available, and we trust that you will long contemplate the book and its deep and thoughtful study. The problems presented are for us all to see and understand and hopefully to solve. For the story of Doris Larson is pathetically sad and shocking and although set within a fictional framework, all too true of what is going on around us.
You will unquestionably be shocked, as were we, when you read of how the beautiful divorcee was trapped first by her own uncontrollable desires for a student she was teaching, only later to be trapped as a sexual toy by an evil neighbor John Cramer and his equally salacious wife Maisy. Certainly you will ask yourself how such men as John Cramer could manage to strengthen his community standings in the light of his sex-club activities and his nefarious activities and his nefarious drug-running to teenagers. And indeed could not perchance an answer be that the desperate need for social reforms are held back by others who are similarly corrupt and in power?
The author says, in effect: Yes! Under such abysmal conditions there is little hope for those like the naive Mrs. Larson. It is too late for her and the students around her, for we as members of society have failed to protect their interests. But as you read avidly this chronicle of teaching in the seventies, perhaps you will become disturbed, and if enough decent citizens become aroused then the next generation will have hope.
There are many other levels to be unearthed in this epic portrayal, but we believe that our explanation is unnecessary. The book speaks forcefully for itself. We are simply proud to be its publishers.
-The Publishers
CHAPTER ONE
A light autumnal drizzle and a leaded October sky with scudding clouds greeted Doris Larson when she woke. She had left the bedroom window open slightly, and the cool air which blew through the crack rustled the flowers on the nightstand and rippled across the thin sheet which covered her. She stirred, frowning at first as she unconsciously tried to cover herself more then she slowly became fully awake and saw that the blanket was knotted at the foot of the bed. She glanced at the alarm clock beside her; it was six-twenty.
Darn, she thought, rolling over. Another night of tossing and turning, another morning of waking up too early. . . Her first driver's education class wasn't until nine - she could have slept until nearly eight, dressed and had her morning cup of black coffee and still be at Poly Tech High School ready to teach with time to spare. Instead she once again was wide awake at too early an hour, as if she still had a husband to feed and see off to work. But I don't have Peter with me any longer, she thought miserably. I froze him out of my life, just like I'd freeze any man who loved me. .. who wanted to make love to me. ..
Upset by her morbid thoughts, Doris kicked the sheet aside impatiently and stood up. She flounced her long, silky raven-black hair, yawning as she padded barefoot out of the small bedroom and to the kitchenette. She was wearing a rumpled pair of striped pajamas as she had every night since her divorce from Peter. Sleeping naked made her feel dirty somehow as though it was an immoral flaunting of her body; and a soft and filmy negligee reminded her too acutely that she was supposedly a woman underneath. A pair of baggy pajamas on the other hand, seemed appropriate to her; they completely covered her body with the same lack of sexuality as she felt inside herself.
The kitchenette was a one-unit stove, refrigerator and sink, set in an alcove at the far side of the living room. She put a kettle of water on for coffee then lit her first menthol cigarette of the day. Inhaling the cool smoke, she turned and went to the large glass window which opened out onto her back patio. She stood there for a long moment with her arms folded across her breasts, knowing she was safe from prying eyes because of the six foot high redwood fence which encircled her small plot of land and terrace.
The apartment in which she lived was only about three years old, a wood and brick "townhouse" type, one of eight all exactly alike that were lined up in a row. They were owned by the Cramers who lived next door to her, John Cramer being in the construction business. Doris liked her apartment for it was small enough for one person or a couple, quite private in its way and nicely decorated in the rustic woodsy idea of wood-paneled walls and beam ceilings. She had rented it unfurnished, moving in some of the furniture she'd gotten from the divorce settlement with Peter last year: Danish modern furniture, hand-rubbed walnut lamps and accessories, and some very fine framed prints. But somehow, no matter how hard she tried, the apartment remained sterile and cold to her. Perhaps, she thought as she shivered slightly before the window, it's because I'm that way inside and the apartment is a reflection of myself. ..
"Oh God," Doris whispered heavily and leaned her head against the cool glass. Every time she thought about Peter and her short, six month marriage to him, she could sense the icy chill in her chest growing. Instead of the womanly warmth that love should have brought her, she only had the frigid emptiness of fear and despair. There had been things wrong about Peter, as there were with any human being, but instinctively she realized that the blame for the marriage failing rested squarely on her shoulders. Or rather, she thought with a tight little grimace, the blame rested right down between her legs.. .
The kettle began to whistle with escaping steam, breaking Doris's painful reverie. She hurried to the kitchenette where she stubbed out the cigarette and mixed herself a cup of instant coffee. She took the cup back to the bedroom and sat down on the dresser before going to the closet and selecting a pale green dress that was a little tight and short for her, she thought, but was a lovely woolen knit just perfect for autumn. Then she stepped around to the front of the bed where she could watch herself in the mirror beside the dresser as she opened the drawers and took out a clean pair of white nylon panties and a thin sheer bra. Straightening, she looked into the mirror and slowly unbuttoned the top of her pajamas, shrugging them free to fall to the floor. Naked from the waist up, her breasts firm and rising as she breathed, she slowly untied the drawstring of her pajama bottoms and watched as they gently slid down the full length of her long tapered legs. She stepped out of them and stared at all of her sleek nakedness in the glass, scanning with a critical eye the nude woman she saw reflected.
Smiling kittenishly, she swept her hair away from her shoulders, raising her arms in a classic nude pose. Her white full breasts stretched taut, their dark-fleshed areolas making them perfect uptilted accents for her rounded, ridged nipples. Her eyes moved across the mirror's surface, slowly working down across the flat plane of her stomach and past the tiny outline of her navel, down to the black curly triangle of her pubic mound. The soft shiny curls of her pubic hair highlighted the tender pink flesh of her full vaginal lips beneath, and she could even see the tiny tip of her clitoris peeking out from the crested valley of her loins in almost childlike shyness.
She pirouetted lightly, examining the dimpled roundness of her satin-skinned thighs and buttocks, the rippling muscles along the backs of her legs a gradual sensual curving of flesh. Her face went well with her body, a sort of pouty, flirtatious look about it with its small stubby nose and full ripe mouth and large hazel eyes. Now naked and disturbingly desirable, there was nothing to indicate her inner frigidity; she looked all woman, a totally sensual female.
"Here I am, a thirty-two year old teacher," she murmured under her breath. "I've still got a firm youthful body, but what good is it to me? I might as well be an ugly old hag. What's wrong with me?"
She knew, deep down in her soul, she knew why she hadn't been able to respond to Peter the way a woman should even though she had loved him very much. It had been her mother, her puritanical mother and her conservative Southern upbringing. Her mother had had to explain the mysteries of sex to Doris when she began to menstruate and had tearfully run home thinking she was bleeding to death, and the teachings had consisted entirely of warnings about the bestiality of men. It was a man's world where women were playthings, good for nothing but chores and submitting to the disgusting animal-like desires which overcame a man's narrow mind. A woman had to endure and never allow herself to willingly serve in the evil filthy act of intercourse. Her mother, a devout woman, had instilled the quotations of St. Paul and St. Augustine to where, even now, Doris could recite the passages concerning the devil's love of flesh and the meaning of Original Sin.
Peter had tried to explain to his fiance that her mother was wrong, but the damage had been done by the time he had come into her life. No matter how logical he'd been, he couldn't crack through her mother's teachings which had seeped down into Doris's subconscious and the control of her basic emotions. The result had been that she'd remained a virgin up to her wedding night, and if she'd had her way, would have continued to be the same afterwards. Love was pure; sex was dirty .. . and the two could never be joined.
"Be kind Peter . . . please be gentle with me," she remembered pleading that first night. And Peter had been gentle and loving with her. But in the double bed with him, her eyes had filled with tears, and when he had finally touched her breasts through the sheer transparency of her honeymoon nightgown, her whole body had shivered. She had shuddered almost convulsively as he'd slid the negligee from her and began caressing her full rounded breasts, making the tips of her dark nipples rise erect in answer to his sensuous stimulation. She recalled how his strong, sure hands had slid over her nakedness in the dark of their bedroom, making her skin quiver with little goose bumps until his fingers teased swiftly and softly over the curling silky hairs of her vaginal lips. His fingers had found their way to the pink tight wetness up between her softly clenching inner thighs, a place where no one except Doris herself had ever touched ...
Now, looking at herself in the mirror, Doris fought to erase the memories which haunted her but without success. The painful recollections of her betrayal of her husband were too vividly seared in her mind to ever be forgotten. She trailed her eyes now down the flesh where Peter's hands had traveled that night and subsequent nights, and she remembered the unwanted sensations he had caused to ripple through her naked loins. Her mother's warnings about tiny electric shocks of pleasure had been too strong for her to overcome, and she'd lain frozen in fear that there was something wrong with her because she was becoming sexually aroused. And when her lawful husband had lowered his strong, muscular body between her unwilling thighs and probed her defenseless cringing virginal passage with his thick throbbing penis, Doris had been more terrified of the ever-present image of her domineering unapproving Victorian mother.
His massive blunt cock-head had buffeted lightly against her hymen, easing its way into the undiscovered warmth of her soft pink vagina until she'd been able to feel the tight ring of her purity give way to the burning tip of his long thick penis. There had been pain, she recalled, but not like any pain she'd ever known before; it had been warm and more fulfilling than frightening, and she had involuntarily gasped with delight as she felt all of him slide hard up into her tight smooth vagina. But with the help of her mother's warnings, she had been able to fight away even the tiniest bit of excitement from her senses and had endured her new husband's lustful passion with hundreds of puritanical proverbs she had become infused with over the years. She had recited them silently, her eyes squeezed shut and her lips bared back over her tightly clenched teeth, praying she wouldn't weaken.
Peter's breathing had become gasps, and she recalled now the contradicting emotions that had flooded her mind as his penis had flooded her vagina with great spurts of his hot white sperm. That was the only reason for allowing a man his way with her .. . for the children, she'd told herself over and over. Yet somewhere in the back recesses of her mind, excited nerve-endings had lewdly reveled in the spewing warmth of his semen as it had caressed the smooth rippling walls of her helplessly contracted vagina. That sudden uncontrollable spasm of delight had scared her breathless, and she had redoubled her promises to resist the slightest sign of prurient sexual pleasure for fear of becoming no better than a sluttish whore.
The next few nights had been even worse no matter what Peter had done. Her inability to rid herself of her mother's image and actively enjoy his lovemaking had made her stiff and rejecting until she was almost driven mad with guilt by his panting and thrusting and surging spasms of orgasm. Doris's guilt about her first night in bed with her husband and her mother's constant advice from the past had even made talking of their problems impossible. The months passed in hellish agony for her and she had lain awake at night, listening to Peter toss and turn in his frustrated attempt to make himself comfortable in a bed that had a thousand miles of space between them. Even during the day life had become almost unbearable for both of them; for Peter, because his wife's apparent repulsion to sex made him feel sexually inadequate for the first time in his life, and for Doris, because her own fears and frigidity had made her hostile not only to her husband, but to herself. Eventually, her consistent denial of sexual pleasure had reached the point of no return. Over breakfast, Peter had curtly and coldly said: "I want a divorce, you iceberg. Let me free so I can find a real woman ..."
Tears began to blur her eyes as Doris remembered that horrid morning, and she stood before her naked reflection and fought to erase the memories but without success. Thinking of one recollection only made all of her nights with Peter that much more vivid in her imagination until she could almost see herself lying in bed once more with him. Unwillingly, she recalled the exciting sensations of his fingers on her tingling flesh, and her mind kept torturing herself with the memories of how good, in spite of her guilty feelings, he had felt when he'd pumped his lust-hardened penis up into her naked belly and emptied his boiling hot sperm into her tight unyielding vagina. Following her gaze in the mirror now, Doris watched as her own hands slowly rose from where they'd been clenched tightly at her hips and began sliding softly over the smooth, swelling flesh of her firm uplifted breasts. She cupped them lightly as Peter had done before, her fingers seeking out the two tiny sensitive nipples and gently massaging them to erection. Her mind was filled with the lurid remembrances of the passions she had so thoroughly denied herself, and she could feel a smoldering sensation begin to ripple through the soft folds of her involuntarily moistening vaginal lips. She recognized what was happening to her, knew that she was starting to submit to the only form of sexual release she had ever been able to allow herself to enjoy. As a little girl, prior to when the boys her age had developed sexually, and long before her mother had poisoned her mind to the joys of her body, Doris had learned the delightful art of masturbation.
Her mother had never mentioned the lewd practice of self-stimulation, and Doris secretly suspected her of doing it herself. But that had no bearing on the delicious sensations that she had learned to secrete from her own flesh, and often as a budding girl and even later as a young woman, she had locked herself in her room and brought herself to spiraling climaxes. Alone, without the hindering presence of a man and his rigid penis, she could find satisfaction from the ever-present frustrations which would well up in her loins until she was almost crazy with her unwanted evil desire. Then by herself, knowing that she could safely let herself drift into the wonderful world of sexual ecstasy without fear or revulsion, she could dream of anything she wanted to . .. anything at all, no matter how erotic and lascivious the images were .. . and now she smiled softly to herself and let herself imagine that her fingers were Peter's, and he was bringing her to those wonderful spasms of orgasm .. . Yes ... Oh God, yes ... she could dreamily allow herself to submit to a man in a thousand delirious different ways... Yes ...
Doris sighed softly as she watched her hands slide down from her throbbingly aroused breasts and over her long slender waist to lightly slip into the curling warmth of her black silken pubic hair. She shivered delightedly, feeling the tingling caresses as she insinuated her fingers through the soft pussy hair in search of the flushed-pink wetness of her eagerly pulsing vagina.
"Aaahhh," she moaned and she stepped back away from the erotic reflection of herself masturbating to lie on her back atop the bed. She spread out her legs, splaying her thighs wide so she could enjoy more of her tantalizing fingers. Her own heavy breathing was nothing like a man's harsh panting but soft and gentle like the hands she was sliding sensually back and forth between the hungrily quivering lips of her flushed pink cuntal slit. Again and again she mewled in rapidly building passion as her fingers worked faster and deeper into the moistening flesh of her arousal-widening cunt and over and around the swelling tender bud of her clitoris. Oh Goddd ...this is so wonderful so exciting . .. and in her mind, she could visualize her ex-husband's rigid cock again as he stood naked over her.. .It's so big, she thought luridly ... so very thick and big and hard ...
Doris scissored her legs open until her feet dangled out on either side of the wide bed, and she could feel the warm air of the bedroom caress against the nakedly exposed narrow slit of her vagina. She drew her throbbing pink-fleshed cuntal lips further open with her fingertips, shivering in obscene delight as she dreamed about Peter possessing her instead of her hands. .. but still his cock was too large! Too much of a mans! Slowly, as her middle finger insinuated itself into the softly yielding flesh of her pussy, Doris's hotly aroused mind began to change the lewd vision in her head, altering it into a new more erotic dream whose very depravity stimulated her even more . . . now in her mind Peter's cock was becoming smaller .. . more slender . . . safer . .. until she could see his stiffened thrustings up between her warm wet welcoming thighs were with an erection the size of a young teenage boy's hardened penis!
God! To dream of being fucked by a young boy! How wicked of her! And yet she had been dwelling on just such a lurid thought more and more since last month and the beginning of the school year. The image of Peter, her own fully mature husband, turning into a young fifteen year old adolescent boy had become increasingly frequent while she'd been masturbating, and God! It never failed to drive her right out of her mind! This way she could really give herself to a male, truly surrender her passions, for no longer did she have to fear a giant hardness. Ahhh ... With a groan of lascivious desire, she sank her middle finger deeply up into the moistened hungrily pulsating mouth of her cunt. She was a woman twice the age of her dream lover, but God, she could shut her eyes and clearly see that handsome, naked virile youth. And oooh, it was so exciting to her ... !
His taut flat belly and hairless loins quivered expectantly as he arched over her spread-eagled body. Yes, yes, and now his slender hard cock was pressing against her eagerly awaiting inner thighs, and she was not afraid of him. . . Yes, ohh, yes, he was so innocent and naive, his undeveloped muscles straining from his newfound sexual prowess. . . Ohhh, and now he was trying to slip his young virile prick just up inside the warm straining lips of her vagina. Yes, she could see herself hungry for a boy like him, her inner thighs and buttock muscles urging him on as he slipped his hardened young penis deeper inside her cunt. She was seducing him, teaching him step by step all the things Peter had taught her as a big heavy male. ..
The fire burned more intensely, demanding more to feed its lewd hunger. She inserted another finger, drawing her knees up to her breasts with her buttocks curved nakedly up off the bed. Her imagination could see the young boy surging into her with his immature desire, and she crammed her fingers into the moistness of her pussy in time to the maddening rhythm of the couple mentally fucking in her mind. God, how lewd! An innocent youth fucking a thirty-two year old woman! How utterly depraved! But ohhh! This was the wildest thought she had ever had!
She could almost feel the boy fall flat upon her nakedly welcoming body, pressing her breasts flat and crushing the breath within her as his hard young cock soared up into her eagerly waiting cuntal passage. "Yes, darling sweet little Peter, milk me. . . milk me. . . The moving picture in her mind of their locked bodies drove her on, and she rocked against her fingers, fucking them deeper up into herself. She could mentally imagine his slender glistening penis pumping maddeningly into her own warmly clasping cunt, sinking through her soft pubic hair in his bursts of adolescent energy. Her fingers became his smaller fleshy male hardness, and oh God how she wanted it! How she wanted the real thing. Now! She instinctively knew in her wild throes of released passion that a boy wouldn't send her rigid with fear and loathing, and she could be fucked by him to her heart's content. Oh, how she wished Peter was here, maybe fourteen or fifteen years of age, surging his own cum-filled prick deep up into her hot, searing passage. The fingers weren't enough as her thoughts centered on the slender young shaft that was ravishing her mentally. She had to have more, but there was nothing, nothing but her fingers.
They were going to cum, the little boy and the older woman he was fucking in her mind. . . She felt herself taut, her eyes clenched tightly shut with her arousal, her cunt clenching around his youthfully lunging penis like fleshy lips around a child's all-day sucker. "You're going to make me cum. . . my precious darling boy . . . Ohhh, cum in me with your fresh young sperm . . . Ooohh, I want to feel you cum inside me while I cum toool"
In desperation the masturbating teacher reached behind her nakedly upraised buttocks with her other hand, searching the passion-moistened crevice and then rammed a finger deep into the puckered anus between her moon-shaped buttocks. She gasped as in her haste a fingernail dug into the soft fleshy walls, sending a sharp jolt of pain through her helplessly quivering body. She stilled for a moment and then took up the rhythm of her self-stimulated fucking, her full white breasts jiggling sensuously as they swayed above her rapidly heaving chest. Electric tingles of darting pleasure raced through her nerves as she pictured herself under her dream lover's pounding teenaged body with his slim hard cock. Her face colored crimson as she felt her climax approaching - rushing through her with a great roar - she hung for a moment teetering on the edge of release, her whole naked body vibrating. . . "I'm cumming now!" she could hear a high-pitched boy's voice cry out in her mind. . . And then the white hot juices of her own orgasm gushed from around her hotly fucking fingers, covering her hand that was skewering up into her rectum and flowing down onto the mattress below. She could hear herself screaming with a piercing cry of joy . . . then there was utter silence.
Doris stayed the way she was with her hands tightly pressed inside her cunt and anus. She couldn't bring herself to withdraw her fingers until the last dying throbs had stilled in her body. At last her fingers slithered wetly from her liquid drenched cunt, and she rolled limply over on her side. God, she had never felt so utterly drained in her life. She had truly been possessed by her lewd fantasies, thoroughly driven to new heights of obscene desire. But fantasy was one thing and reality another ... wasn't it?
The older woman sighed and rose naked from her bed, her ivory-toned flesh gleaming wetly from the thin film of perspiration that had accompanied her masturbation. She felt vaguely frustrated for some unexplainable reason as if she was upset by the mere passing consideration that she could ever sink so low as to actually act out her dream. Imagining a young boy making love to her was a private little wickedness that didn't hurt a soul; to actually seduce a child would be the most depraved sin in the world! She could never really do that to one of her students!
Doris suddenly shivered, pausing in her barefoot walk to the bathroom and a refreshing cleansing shower. Seduce one of her students. What in God's name had brought that to her mind? When she was thinking of a young boy while masturbating he was her husband Stuart as a teenager, not. .. not a boy from her high school! What a silly notion!
But somehow, that slight sense of uneasiness wouldn't leave her, even as she dressed after her shower and left for Poly Tech High. It was as though her erotic fantasies were so salacious that as she continually dreamed of them, they grew increasingly strong and exciting in her mind. And perhaps just a little too tempting for her own good!
CHAPTER TWO
Doris had been extremely fortunate in landing her job as Driver's Education teacher. It had been mostly a matter of circumstance - of being in the right place at the right time with the right qualifications - since there had been very few employment opportunities available in the suburban community at the time of her divorce.
At first she had looked for a regular teaching position, since she had been a grade-school and kindergarten teacher before her marriage, but they had been filled the previous September, and not even a substitute job was open. Yet she liked Poly Tech, and since Peter had sold the house and moved to Los Angeles, she had decided to stay in the area. Thanks to her secretarial training, she'd eventually been hired by one of the larger local automobile agencies. It hadn't been to her liking, but it would do until she could become a teacher again. Then a state law had passed, giving aid to schools with driver's education courses; the insurance companies had followed suit by lowering under-25 driver rates by 15% if the course was passed; the School District had voted to add the program to their curriculum, and at the same time had voted the funds to buy the equipment; and finally, the auto agency she worked for had won the bid to supply the necessary car. Doris had been the typist who'd handled the paper work, and seeing a golden opportunity before her, had applied.
The pay could have been better, she often thought. But then, she had the free use of the new car and didn't even have to buy her own insurance for it, and she didn't have any debts of her own to worry about. Living alone and not being the type to want to "go out" much, she was able to make ends meet quite well, with enough left over for an occasional movie or inexpensive restaurant dinner. And the best part about it was that she had the inside track on any future teaching position that might suddenly pop up. All in all, she was rather pleased with how things had been working out for her, and certainly the job itself was a breeze.
Appleton, being the bedroom community for nearby Seaton, was overrun with fifteen-year-olds applying for learner permits. At sixteen, if they passed the state test, they could receive their driver's license, but because the program was new this year, some of the older students also wanted to attend. Not that they thought they needed it, she thought wryly; it was the savings in insurance costs which attracted them. There would always be a continual turn-over of new students and fresh faces each term, and as long as she didn't have an accident or something tragic like that, her job was secure.
Another thing which she liked about teaching driving was her independence and the fact she didn't have to stay cooped up in the school all the time. Tuesdays and Wednesdays were spent in the classroom, where she would go over the laws and theory so that her pupils could pass the written exam. But on Mondays and Wednesdays, she had group drives, where she would take three or four out in the car for practice and criticism. Fridays were her favorite days, because unlike the other four, she didn't have a schedule to follow. Normally she worked five of the seven hour-long periods a day, but Friday was set aside for individual training which was taken on a voluntary basis. A student with problems could give up his "study hall" and devote his time to driving, and Doris found immense satisfaction in helping some of the slower but earnest students in this fashion. And usually, she only had three or so pupils to deal with, spread out over the whole day. It was ideal!
And today was Friday. Arriving at the long, low redwood buildings of PolyTech High, Doris felt invigorated and radiant. She breathed the crisp air with its hint of the approaching winter season, and smiled at the brilliantly-hued trees with their red and gold leaves, and she decided that she would teach the few students she had today outside in the car. She hoped it wouldn't rain as it was threatening, for pumpkin days like this made her feel energetic and almost optimistic. A brightness was lifting her spirits, for after she'd left her house, the odd and disturbing thoughts which had lingered after her masturbation had faded almost to nothing, and even her usual preoccupation over her divorce from Peter wasn't bothering her so much. Why, a Friday like this gave her the spirit to even believe that perhaps someday soon she would find a man who could straighten her out, and she would be able to love and be loved as a real woman. And it would be a man too - not some innocent youth half her age!
Her first two students were girls. She found she had a rapport with young people of her own sex, and usually girls did better on the written tests than the boys did. But the mechanical intricacies of a man-made automobile were something beyond their way of thinking. Equality of sexes and Women's Lib aside, Doris knew from experience that most males had a "feel" for a car that came hard, if ever, to a female. Of course that was a generalization, and there were a few girls who could drive circles around the boys, but on the whole they simply didn't care that much and their minds were apt to wander to other subjects more important to their interests in life.
Loni Dalton was no exception to this. Doris used the entire first period with the young brunette, attempting to keep the girl's attention on steering and braking, instead of new cheerleading yells and baton twirling. On the other hand, poor Ann Simpson clung to the wheel with grim determination, only her sense of coordination was that of a drunkard in a rowboat on a stormy sea. Doris spent her lunch period and the following afternoon hour with Ann, and at the end of the lesson, she devoutly prayed that the petite, freckle-faced girl would never earn a driver's license. The roads wouldn't be safe if she did .. . !
Doris had the rest of the afternoon free until the final period. Then she had young Troy Shane, who was a tall, lean, tow-headed boy barely past his fifteenth birthday. He was a skillfull and safe driver, but he had transferred into the class at the beginning of October and was behind the other students. The State required so many hours of practice driving to certify, and Troy had asked her last week if he could make up the time on Fridays until he was even with everybody else.
Doris was glad to help young Troy. He had struck a responsive chord in her as a teacher, and she hoped she could get to know him better. In fact, as she left the teacher's lounge for the parking lot, Doris found herself eagerly looking forward to this chance to be with the boy alone. She had noted that Troy was running around with a group of rough, older boys in her class who were, she felt, far below him in ability. She believed the reason for his choice of friends had to do with the fact he came from a poor neighborhood, where his widowed mother was forced to work two menial jobs for enough money to eat. Doris hoped that if she could just talk to the boy and encourage him, perhaps she could gently steer him to a higher caliber of friends and a better future. At least, in her capacity as an adult and teacher, it was worth a try.
Troy Shane was a nice boy at heart, she thought as she neared the nondescript tan sedan that was parked at the curb. He was so polite and gentlemanly to her, and she was sure that he liked and trusted her as a teacher. Well, she liked him .. . yes, she was quite attracted to his boyish charms, and she certainly wanted to help him all she could. She could see him now, his fair-haired features shadowed against the glass of the car.
She saw how erect and yet relaxed he sat there, waiting for her, and she stepped up her pace, a little shiver of expectancy rippling along her spine. God, wasn't he handsome? she thought. The way he was slightly silhouetted in hazy perspective, why . .. why he vaguely reminded her of her erotic dream-lover that morning!
A quick flash of her remembered fantasies while masturbating brought a crimson blush flaming to her cheeks. She sucked in her breath from the shock of her thought, mentally chastising herself for having so lewd an idea about so innocent a boy. She glanced upwards to take her mind off the car in front of her, and saw the darkened horizon and the swiftly gliding clouds that reminded her of soaked, dirty cotton. The briskness of the morning hours had become the chill of an approaching storm, and she knew that soon the sky would open up and it would be showering heavily. And she'd forgotten her coat...
"Hello, Mrs. Larson," Troy Shane said brightly as Doris opened the passenger-side door. "I'm all set to go."
"Afternoon," she responded, smiling warmly at him. She slid in the car and shut the door. "Let's see, this is your first time alone with me, isn't it?"
"Yes, ma'am." He turned the key in the ignition and the motor roared to life. "You want me to drive any place special? Have any errands to do?"
"No, none at all. Why? Did you have something to do?"
"We'll, sort of." He pulled away from the curb, driving slowly down the blacktop to the school entrance. "See, I left my door key at home this morning. If I don't pick it up before Mom leaves for the bakery, I'll be locked out of the house until her shift ends at ten tonight."
"We certainly wouldn't want that, Troy," Doris said. "It's fine with me."
"I uh . .. brought my books along, too. In case you see fit to drop me off at home instead of bringing me all the way back to school.
"Well, we're not supposed to, but..." Doris laughed and shrugged her shoulders lightly. "Oh, but it's Friday and the last period, and look, already there's rain on the windshield. I think we can bend the rules just this once."
"Gee, Mrs. Larson, you sure are swell. Thanks!"
They drove toward the lower, older section of Appleton, the rain pelting the car with increased fury. One minute it seemed to be threatening; the next, the heavens poured buckets down on the earth.
Troy turned on the windshield wipers and tried to concentrate on driving, but his immature young mind was spinning wildly, like he'd been on a merry-go-round too long. He couldn't help sneaking side-long glances with excited, rolling eyes at his pretty teacher beside him, even though he kept telling himself not to and that Mrs. Larson would be mad if she found out. Jesus, the way her tight dress was way up on her nylon-stockinged legs, and the way she was demurely holding her thighs together like she was a little girl was enough to make his prick jerk in his pants! Man, she was the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen!
Trembling in his ardent desire to control himself, young Troy clenched his teeth shut and wracked his brain for something to say . .. anything that would take his mind off of how sexy his teacher looked! But man, what could he say? That he'd had the "hots" for his teacher ever since he'd joined her class? Sure, that would make a big hit with her. Or maybe he should tell Mrs. Larson that he dreamed about her naked and writhing while he jacked off in bed at night! But man... ohh, just look at those titties of hers, like the ripe melons his Mom used to buy, and sticking out in front of her like bombshells! What the devil, he'd seen enough girls in bikinis who showed more skin .. . but this was different! This was Mrs. Larson, his teacher! He felt as though he were going to be sick, that's how uptight he was inside. He should never have taken this class all alone with her! Oh Jesus, he could feel another wild lurch of his cock against his underpants ... !
Doris let him drive in silence, figuring that he was concentrating upon nothing but the storm. She lit another of her chain-smoked menthol filter cigarettes and leaned back, studying the fifteen-year-old boy intently. She watched how well he handled the automobile on the treacherously slick surface, but after a few minutes, she began to drift into thinking of Troy as a person rather than a student. Despite her embarrassment for doing so, she found herself asking over and over: What is it about him? Why is the boy so intriguing to me?
There certainly was something about young Troy Shane which fascinated her. Perhaps it was his wavy blonde hair and his fresh, beardless face. Or maybe it was the tall, broad-shouldered shape of his lean, developing body, apparent even under the bulky woolen sweater he wore. But it was still more, something she couldn't seem to pinpoint definitely. Maybe it was the way his cool blue eyes would penetrate her and then sparkle as if he was secretly amused at the way they could make her inwardly shiver. Maybe it was the way his cute little nose would wrinkle when he laughed, and the way he handled himself, with a cat-like grace that was almost poetic. Maybe it was all of those things rolled up into one adolescent student named Troy Shane ...
She didn't know, but whatever it was it was almost becoming frightening to her. Sitting so close to the boy, she was finding it increasingly difficult to keep that infinite gulf between teacher and student from being bridged. Nervously, she wondered if this oddly compelling magnetism she felt toward the boy was that sixth-sense "animal attraction" she had heard of as happening between men and women. She had never experienced this sensation when she'd been with Peter, even though she'd been in love with him. Or... had she really been in love? Now, staring at young Troy Shane she couldn't help asking herself what the feelings of love and passion truly were like. She could sense an odd tingling inside her, a beginning heat that taunted at her loins as though she was melting inside. Yes, melting that great big iceberg of frigid unresponse ...
But God - she was reacting this way to a boy! Not with Peter, not with another woman .. . but with a boy! She remembered lying on her own bed finger-fucking herself that morning and thinking about a youth just like Troy fucking into her, and how she had almost gone insane until she had finally relieved herself with her own fingers. She blushed slightly at the guilt flicking through her conscience, squirming her buttocks down and feeling the edge of the car seat brush electrically under the soft swelling of her panty-covered vagina. She gasped from the unexpected contact and the more unexpected contact and the more unexpected shock it brought, and her pulse quickened hotly against her will. A boy... a mere child was doing this to her! God, she had to get hold of herself! Trembling, she stubbed out her cigarette in the car's ashtray and smoothed down the front of her dress, pulling the short hem as far toward her knees as she could ...
"This is my house," Troy said suddenly. She glanced up and saw that he was parking beside a small frame cottage. Its paint was peeling and one edge of the roof was on a tilt, but the small yard was neat and there were curtains in the windows. The Shanes were doing the best they could under the circumstances, she thought, and felt a pang of sorrow for the boy.
"It... It's very nice, Troy," she said softly to him.
"Naw, it's not, but it's the best we could get. Gee, you should have seen the house we had with Dad! That was beautiful and big. But... But..." he paused, swallowing thickly. "N-never mind, Mrs. Larson. I-I'll be right back."
"Do hurry!" Doris called after him as he ran from the car. "It's raining cats and dogs now!" She watched him tug at the handle of the front door while he hunched over from the lashing water of the storm. She held her breath as the boy jerked frantically; but it was no use. His mother had obviously left for work and the door was tightly locked.
"I'll try around back," he yelled to her, cupping his hands around his mouth to be heard. In a flash he was gone, running around the side of the house. The older woman glued her eyes anxiously to where her student driver had disappeared, hoping he would be successful. The water was coming down in torrents, and the air was thick with electricity. Then, suddenly, she heard him cry out.
"Mrs. Larson! Oh, Mrs. Larson! Help! Help!"
Troy was calling for her! He'd hurt himself! Without giving a thought to the rain, Doris was out of the car like a flash, hurrying up the cracked sidewalk and around the side in a virtual panic. "I'm coming!" she screamed. "Hold on, Troy, I'm coming!"
When she got to the back of the house, she almost stopped and laughed from the ludicrous sight she beheld. Troy wasn't really in trouble; he was half-way over the sill of the kitchen window! "I can't quite make it, Mrs. Larson," he called over his shoulder. "Can you give me a boost up and over?"
Doris came over and clutched the young boy's muscular legs. Because of his position, his firm, taut buttocks were almost at face level with her, and she could see the white waist-band of his undershorts peeking above the stretched beltline of his faded blue denim pants. She strained against the sides of his thighs, pushing him up as best she could. Troy let some of his strength go against her as he tried for a better grip on the slippery sill and her fingers slipped on his worn pants, circling around until they almost touched his crotch. She could feel his leg muscles as they curved inward to form his inexperienced young genitals and the thickness of his zipper fly as it creased against her skin. She sucked in her breath, feeling warmly dizzy from the hold she had on his firm, youthful body.
"I can make it now, I think," Troy said to her. "Gee, you're the swellest teacher in the world, doing this for me!"
"Th-that's all right, Troy," she replied in a halting voice. God, what was happening to her? Touching him like this was sending her wild! She struggled weakly with herself as delicious sensations began to ripple through her nerves, and she became even more aware of the vibrant youth's smooth inner thighs as he worked innocently against her breasts. Even in the midst of this drenching storm, Doris could feel the boy's warmth pulsating out from the young fresh skin pressed close to her, and she was almost unable to let him go as he finally made it over the sill and dropped onto the floor of the kitchen inside.
"I'll open the door for you, Mrs. Larson!" he told her from inside, and almost an instant later, the back porch screen was unlatched, and the boy was smiling proudly out at her. "Come on in, ma'am. You're as wet as I am!"
"No, I better go home. I-"
"Aw, don't leave me alone, not for a little while," Troy pleaded. "You'll catch cold if you don't come in, Mrs. Larson. My Mom is always telling me that. Please, let me make you a cup of coffee. Let me do something!"
Doris was forced to smile at the willingness to please that was in his expression. She nodded in gratitude and started up the rickety stairs of the porch, but with each step she took, butterflies of apprehension filled her belly. She struggled to maintain her outward composure as she brushed past the lithe, boyish Troy as he stood holding the door for her.
"Th-thank you, Troy. It ain't every teacher who'd help me like you did. I mean it! You're really great!"
Together they walked into the humbly furnished but immaculately clean house. Doris could feel her soaking wet panties work their way up into the tight crevice of her buttocks as she moved, their clinging smoothness exciting the sensitive pink lips of her vagina. She felt tiny throbs pulsing in the little bud of her clitoris, and she bit her lower lips tightly to hold back the wicked sensations that were beginning to throb between her legs. A warning bell tolled in her subconscious, warning her she had to leave -now - before the delightful tinglings became too strong to deny.. . But she was unable to find the words to tell Troy she couldn't stay. Instead, she shuddered and chilled from the sexual stimulation that indulging in something forbidden gives, even against one's will.. .
In the kitchen Doris turned and smiled at Troy. She felt more light tremors coursing deep between her thighs, and she sucked in her breath, squeezing her legs tightly together in an attempt to cease the tingling sensations that were beginning to inflame the warm, wet crevice of her throbbing pussy. It was horrible, it was perverted, it was nothing but raw animal lust on her own part! Yet even as she hated herself for her obscene response to the boy, Doris could feel herself becoming more aroused by the second. Stop it! For God's sake stop it this instant!
Gritting her teeth together, she somehow found the necessary moral strength to break the corrupting hold on her mind. "Troy," she whispered. "Troy, where's your bathroom? I'll fix myself up a bit while you're making the coffee."
"Sure thing, Mrs. Larson. Only the radiator's busted in there, and it's pretty cold. You better use my mom's room. I'll show you the way."
He led her out of the kitchen and down a short, dim hallway averting his eyes from her until they reached his mother's bedroom. Jesus, he didn't dare look at Mrs. Larson any more! With her wet dress plastered to her the way it was, he could see her legs all the way up to her snatch! He could even see the outline of her panties underneath, and Jesus! Her breasts were swelling up around her bra like they were going to burst right out at him! If he wasn't careful, he was going to get a hard-on the size of a baseball bat, and then what would his teacher say? He bet she'd be madder than heck at him.
"Here's uh . . . Mom's room, Mrs. Larson," he murmured, flicking on the light and showing her in the small, ill-furnished room. "Look, Mom's got a big robe she wears when she's cold or wet. Maybe uhh... Maybe you'd like it? I mean ... well, let me get it for you!" In a flurry of embarrassment, he crossed to the wardrobe and brought out a fluffy cheviot robe. "Here," he said to Doris, holding it out to her with both hands like an offering. "Here, take it."
"How thoughtful of you, Troy, but I really don't think I ... " Her voice trailed away into almost a soft whimper as she realized that the boy was staring at her with complete unconscious fascination. She looked down at herself, and .. . God! No wonder! She might as well have been standing naked in front of him! Her rain-soaked woolen dress was clinging to her like a second skin, showing off every curve of her breasts and buttocks to him! Without thinking what she was doing, she undulated her slim, firm hips as she shifted her weight to take the bathrobe from the boy. A shiver of new arousal rippled through her already knot-tightened belly as she saw the blond-haired youth's deep blue eyes suddenly glint with sexual interest. God, she had to stop this! Yet even the tiny suggestion of lust in his avid gaze made her want to scream for more. Involuntarily, her own eyes moved down over the young boy's trembling form, and a sudden rush of passion surged through her, thrilling and terrifying the older woman at the same instant. Doris could clearly see a slender, bulging hardness pressing outward against the soft wet crotch of his pants! Young Troy's penis was obviously in erection! The mere sight of it pulsing beneath the restraining fabric filled her with an aching desire to reach out and touch the boy there. Dear God, she had caused him to become aroused! She had to fight it! She had to fight both of their excitements now, but how? How could she find the strength when all of her body was crying desperately for him?
What could she do? Leave ... leave .. . ! Turn and run before it was too late! No . .. Doris knew instinctively that would be a mistake. Young Troy would only think she was angry at him for having gotten an erection. God, and it was her fault, not his; he was only innocently responding to her provocatively displayed body. No, she had to fight her own lewd urges right here in this house with the boy. It was the only way, and perhaps for the best. If she could overcome her perverted desires while so totally tempted, then she would never have to fear them again. God, what a battle! The first thing she had to do was get out of her wet, clinging dress, though, and stop leading the poor boy on any more ... Yes ... wrapped in his mother's shapeless bulky robe, it would calm them both down...
"Ma-maybe on second thought I will use the robe, Troy," she said to him in a shaky, breathless voice. "I'll change in here. It's very warm and cozy."
"I.. . I'll have the coffee ready for you when you come out, Mrs. Larson," Troy said. He backed out, shutting the door quickly behind him.
Doris sucked in her breath and leaned against the closed door, trying to calm her ragged nerves. Then she sighed and walked toward the large, quilt-covered bed in the middle of the room. She began unzipping her dress with hurried, quick motions, almost feverish in her desire to strip the offending cloth from her. Involuntarily, she stared toward the door, then guiltily averted her eyes. Troy was out there waiting for her . .. That beautiful boy, waiting and wanting, just as she was wanting, only he in his innocence didn't know what it was that his handsome young body craved ... except to see her naked breasts and legs and even .. . even her tender, woman's pussy ... !
God! Even away from him she was giving in to her wicked impulses by inches! Inches! How many would Troy have? Four to five, she imagined; that would be about right for a boy his age. She could almost visualize his youthful penis standing rigidly erect, jutting out from his lean, hairless belly without his pants to hold it prisoner...
Damn! Ohhh damnation! She couldn't let herself give in to this maddening desire which had somehow taken control of her senses! But God, how easy it would be! All she'd have to do would be to crook a beckoning finger, and the little darling could come running to her like a playful colt . . . And then .. . God, and then ... !
Another tremendous surge of wicked delight charged through her loins at the thought of salaciously possessing her young student, Troy Shane. Doris felt herself tremble from head to toe, her firm, rounded breasts and buttocks rippling as she removed her dress. Oh God, Troy was a beautiful boy ... !
CHAPTER THREE
Oh, God, Mrs. Larson was a beautiful woman! young Troy groaned to himself as he crouched by the slightly open bedroom door, peeking in at her . . .
He had been in the kitchen only moments before, but he'd been unable to think of anything except his teacher stripping naked a few feet away from him. Finally his excitement had been too great to swallow, and he'd gotten up the courage to take a chance and sneak back to his mother's room. Jesus, the opportunity wouldn't ever come again like this. Vivid pictures of what she would look like without any clothes on had flashed luridly through his mind as the boy had crept silently up the dimly lit hall in his bare feet. . . He'd stealthily inched the door ajar. . . He'd moved to a voyeur's peeking stance to stare breathlessly at the nearly naked older woman ...
The hotly aroused youth had been just in time to see Doris drop her wet, rumpled woolen dress to the floor. He felt a hardening jump of his young cock beneath his pants as her body came into view. She was moving without any lewd or obscene movements to show she was aware she was being watched. Troy felt just like a "peeping Tom", and the lewd thought of what he was doing somehow made her innocent performance for him all the more exciting!
He felt another sharp jerk in his pants, his cock throbbing with its almost painful erection as she turned from him to pick up her dress from the floor. The full rounded moons of her buttocks came into tantalizing view, and the boy could see a completely unimpeded sight of the narrow nylon strip of her panties between her firm full thighs that tightened momentarily as she bent over. The smooth, wetly clinging panties slipped teasingly up into the crevice of her buttocks from the pressure of her position, and then remained bunched up in the fleshy slit of her thighs as she straightened up again to take the dress over to the radiator. He watched her with bated breath as she walked across his mother's bedroom, the cheeks of her buttocks jiggling slightly as she moved. Jesus, she was driving him crazy!
The heavily panting young boy watched his teacher more intensely than ever as she returned from the radiator dressed now only in her thin brassiere, panties, and stockings. Carefully she rolled each one of her gossamer stockings down, arching her legs as she slowly pulled the thin veneer of the nylon free of her ankles. Man, he'd watched his mother undress like this before, but that old bag was nothing but flab and flop! Mrs. Larson was better than the dirty pictures he'd seen at school! The erection in his pants had risen to almost its full height, the tight restricting material of his undershorts hurting it painfully. He pushed down, allowing his slender young cock to slip out of one legband of his white cotton underwear and into the greater looseness of his pants. It helped for a moment.
Doris leaned forward then, reaching behind her to unclasp her tightly cupping brassiere. Troy held his breath, almost letting it burst out from his straining lungs as he watched her slowly straighten up and pull the thin white cups away from her breasts. Now he could see all of his teacher's full, ripe titties! Man, he could almost taste those dark nipples like berries in his mouth! He didn't want to be discovered, but Jesus, how much could a guy take without squirming and shouting? Ohhh shit! And now she was moving her ass a little and rolling the tight elastic waistband of her thin panties down .. . down ... He could see the first black wisps of her curly pussy hair now ... Ohhh, he was going to see all of Mrs. Larson's snatch!
Troy rocked slightly, clutching his slender, aching prick in his pants and gritting his teeth as the mature woman's thin, hair-lined vaginal lips came clearly into his view. She gently stepped out of her panties and picked up the robe, slightly parting her legs to wipe the moisture off her inner thighs. The young boy could see tiny dewdrops of rain sparkling up between her thighs and along her belly, and the tight narrow slit of her pussy faintly glistening as she exposed all of her loins to his hidden, lusting eyes. Oh shit, it was too much for him to take! He couldn't stand it any longer, and he let out an involuntary groan of excitement...
"Ohhhh," he moaned from behind the door.
"Ohhh, Jesus.. . !"
Doris heard the mewling cry of sexual frustration, and a spasm of shock and horror shot through her naked body. She clutched the bathrobe up to her breasts in modesty, staring at the door, her face reddening in a deep, shameful blush.
"Troy! Is that... is that you out there?"
The young Shane boy groaned again, stumbling upright and through the door. "Ohhh, Mrs. Larson! I... I'm sorry!" he cried out in a trembling, high-pitched voice. But his deep blue eyes were still glued ravenously to her barely covered nakedness, his excited young mind drinking in every rounded curve and valley of her body. His teacher's panicked attempt to cover herself had left exposed one long, satin-skinned leg all the way up to her firm, rounded thigh, and he could see a few dark tendrils of her soft pubic hair around the edge of his mother's robe. Ohhh, his cock was hard as a steel rod now!
"Jesus, you're beautiful," he moaned uncontrollably, taking a step nearer.
Doris watched the boy's eyes wander wantonly up and down over her naked flesh, and her face seemed to glow with a strange, immoral pride. She found herself incapable of wrapping the robe tighter around her; instead, it took all of her willpower just to stop herself from dropping the material and basking shamelessly in the youth's blatant admiration of her. She could feel an aching hunger inside her loins growing and spreading upwards to the hardening nipples of her breasts as the boy slowly, irrevocably moved closer to her across his mother's bedroom. She pressed her wet naked thighs together tightly in one last determined effort to overcome the salacious temptations that were rising within her. She knew she had to make Troy leave that very second or she would not have the strength to fight off the obscene lusts that were tugging at the core of her quivering belly.
"Pi-Please, Troy! God, you have to go! Please!"
The passionately breathing young boy didn't seem to hear her weakly whispered protests. He stepped still nearer to her, continuing to stare with smokey-eyed longing at every soft, ripe contour of her lush female body beneath the robe. "I ... I couldn't help myself, Mrs. Larson," he moaned despairingly, stopping less than a foot from her. "I... I just had to look at you. Please don't be made at me! Please!"
Doris groaned, feeling the last shattered remnants of her vow to keep away from the boy fading into nothingness. The insane desires which had been smoldering in her loins all afternoon were becoming furiously burning fires now, spiraling up to bum licentiously away at her mind and emotions. Her dark eyes gleamed with rising depravity, and she let her tiny pink tongue ease out to moisten her fleshy pink lips. God, she was lost! Lost in her attempt to keep the slightest measure of self-control. Too lost to even feel remorse for the lewd licking flames of indecent pleasure that were overwhelming the moist softness up between her thighs. Gary wanted to see her naked. . . well then, let him!
"I'm not mad, darling child," she heard herself say in a soothing, throaty voice. Slowly she allowed the. soft robe to slip between her fingers, exposing in tantalizing degrees the sides of her smoothly curved body, and gradually revealing her quivering, upthrust breasts. "I want you to watch me naked, my sweet little boy..." she purred in wicked abandonment, sliding the thick material farther down, exposing to his burning young gaze the smooth flat plane of her belly and the soft, black-haired curls of her throbbing pubic mound. "Yes, Troy, look at me all you want. I'm not mad. I like you watching me like this. Do you like what you see, darling?"
"Ohhh, Jesus, yes!" the boy gasped, his breath rasping and his eyes darting wildly over her nakedness. His mind whirled insanely with disbelief. This couldn't be happening! It was a dream! He'd wake up any minute now and find out it was a delicious wet dream! "Oh, Mrs. Larson, you're so lovely!"
"You're a very handsome young boy yourself, Troy," she sighed, smiling provocatively down at him. Doris was still vaguely aware of a small, sharp stab of horror at the back of her mind for what she was doing. There was still a part of her consciousness that was shocked at the shameless immorality of her actions - but a much more urgent voice inside her mind was persuading her that she wanted this fifteen year old boy more than she had ever wanted anything in the world before! And Troy wanted her just as badly! How could she deny herself, or him, the wicked pleasures they could enjoy together? She couldn't! God, she couldn't!
"Let's lie down where we'll be more comfy, my sweet little boy," she cooed invitingly. She slipped up on the bed behind her, sliding back and settling herself on the thick quilt coverlet. Slowly, tauntingly she scissored her full, white thighs apart, exposing all of the soft silken curls of her pubic hair and the pink moist flesh of her vaginal slit to the boy's greedily feasting gaze. She leaned up on her elbows, staring down between her widespread legs at him, lowering her eyes for a moment to the lewd swollen bulge at the crotch of his pants. "Come on, Troy. I won't hurt you. I know you like me." She smiled, licking her lips suggestively. "I can tell..."
Troy hesitantly crawled up on his mother's bed beside his nakedly sprawled teacher, his wide eyes bugging as they swept over her blatantly naked body. It was all he could do to keep from dropping to his knees in front of her and pressing his lips into the softness of her flesh! Man, Mrs. Larson really had a body!
Doris moaned and writhed under his prodding eyes, undulating her quivering buttocks down into the coverlet with her rising tide of depraved lust. For the first time in her life, she realized that she was feeling real sexual desire for a male. It seemed impossible to believe after running so long from men and shamelessly fingering herself for relief in the privacy of her bed, but now it was truly happening to her! What did it matter if it was with a young boy less than half her age? She was an animal in heat at last, a rutting female crying out for fulfillment that had been denied her for far too long! With an uncontrollable urge, the older woman reached up and curled her arms around the boy, pulling him into the softness of her throbbing breasts.
"Come here, darling child," she moaned deliriously. "Oh, God, come here and touch me, sweet little Troy!"
Troy didn't try to reason what was happening, only that it was, and man! He didn't want anything to get in the way of the new sensations he was feeling now! His teacher was surprisingly supple and soft, and her naked body was glued into his as thought it had always belonged there. She twisted her body around and up against his chest, obscenely thrusting upwards the firm white mounds of her rounded, dark-nippled breasts.
"Ohhh, darling Troy," he heard his teacher whimper. "Oh, suck my breasts! Suck them like you were a baby wanting milk! Ohhh, suck them, sweetheart child!"
Troy couldn't have held himself back if he'd wanted to. Hungrily, he dipped his parting lips down upon one warm, satiny mound and sucked on its tiny nipple, completely absorbing it and the firm areola while his other hand caressed the older woman's other breast feverishly. Man! He was sucking Mrs. Larson's tits! Oh, Jesus, they were smooth and warm in his mouth! He began to nibble and suck with increasing delight, feeling the bud-like tips throb into quivering hardness against the softness of his tongue. Jesus, she tasted good!
The young boy could hear his teacher breathing harshly through her flaring nostrils, and felt her squirm arousedly under him with increasing fervor. She moved her thigh up against the crotch of his pants and pressed against his erection as he ground his lips harder into her breasts. He could feel his seminal fluid seeping from the gland on the blunt, swollen tip, smearing against his leg inside his pants until he was certain she could sense the wetness through the material. She continued massaging him up and down, making his prick jerk as though ready to cum at the slightest extra pressure. He sucked deeply at her throbbing breast, nipping with his tiny sharp teeth while he felt his semen building explosively in his testicles below. Crap! He couldn't shoot off his load now! That would ruin everything!
Young Troy Shane pulled his mouth free from the delightful sensations of his teacher's breast, placing his cheek against her hair as he panted desperately in an effort to hold his orgasm back. "Gee, Mrs. Larson," he groaned. "I ... I can't take much more of this! I... It's so hard! It aches!"
"Ohhh, you poor darling!" Doris replied. She squirmed to twist around and face him, her fingers moving of their own accord to smooth over the bulge in the front of his pants. She sensed its pulsing hardness through the cloth as the boy grunted at her touch, and then she traced its length with thumb and forefinger, the feel of it sending wicked thrills rippling the length of her spine. She thought guiltily for a moment of what she was inciting this vulnerable young boy to do to her, and then of the shock it would be if somebody could see her now, stretching naked beside the fifteen year old on his mother's own bed. Yet the momentary shame she felt seemed to strangely excite her all the more . ..
"Have you had a girl before?" she softly whispered into his ear. "Have you ever taken your clothes off and fucked, darling Troy?"
"G-Golly, Mrs. Larson! No, no, never! I-I've never done it before! I-I'm not too sure even what to do!" he blurted in his youthful passion.
"Well, don't you worry about that. I'll show you how," she promised sensuously. "I'll teach you what fucking is all about!"
Troy realized suddenly that she was quivering violently against him, her thighs moving harder and more urgently into his loins. "You want to fuck me, darling?" he heard the woman breathe deeper this time. "Oh, do I, Mrs. Larson?" the boy answered, the lewd words coming from her mouth exciting him even more. "God, do I!"
"Yes! But you have to tell me what you want, Troy. Tell me!"
"Shit, I want to fuck you, Mrs. Larson! I want to fuck!"
"Oh God, then, let's get you naked!" she groaned helplessly. "Let's get you naked, you adorable child!"
Fuck her! Fuck my teacher! Troy's young mind screamed wildly. Damned right he would! He scrambled up to a crouching position over the writhing naked female beside him and desperately began to unbutton his shirt. A slight twinge of self-consciousness washed over him as he watched her reach up with her own trembling hands to unfasten his belt and pants. Doris slid his pants down his legs, then curled her fingers in the waistband of his underpants and tenderly slipped them down around his lithe quivering young buttocks, her eyes riveted on the virile young penis as it sprang free and out into the air. Her soft fingers gently closed around the throbbing, blood-filled shaft of hardness, her lust-filmed eyes widening in seeming delight at the sight and feel of the released, jerking penis.
"Oh... Oh God, Troy, it's so handsome!" she gasped as she stared up at it. And to the boy's astonishment, she began to work her tenderly grasping hand up and down over the firm outer skin, manipulating it back and forth in wondrous delight. "Your prick is just the way I knew it would be, darling ..."
Jesus! His teacher was lying there naked on his mother's bed and playing with his cock! Things like this just don't happen with women like her! Only with pigs like the ones in the dirty pictures! But shit, it was for real! Mrs. Larson was bare-assed naked and stroking his hard swollen prick like she'd love jacking him off!
Doris was lost in the ecstasy of the moment. Yes. . . here was a cock she didn't have to be afraid of! It was just the perfect size and shape for her! And it was as hard and hot inside her rapidly pumping fingers as she imagined it would be, ridged along the white shaft from the wide base upward, then more spongy and soft-appearing at its blunt crimson head. Excitedly, the older woman drew the uncircumcised foreskin downward behind the coroneal rim, feasting her eyes on its entire exposed glistening tip while Troy's young body jerked beneath her fingers. With her other hand she slid his clothes down over the rest of his legs, removing them from his bare feet while she continued her slow, rhythmic beating of his penis. This was how little boys masturbated until they came . . . Well now, he wouldn't have to use his fingers again, and neither would she have to finger-fuck herself. He was going to fuck her! God yes! Fuck!
"I like your cock, Troy. Ohh, it's going to feel good going up inside of me and twisting deep in my cunt! Oh God, lie down and fuck me, you darling! Now, before I die . .. !"
Troy stretched out beside his teacher, experimentally moving one hand down to the smoothness of her buttocks. He cupped them, relishing their warm, vibrant shape as he drew her open, unresisting loins up tighter against his young body. Her clean, feminine scent was maddening, a perfume he had never smelled before. Her flesh was trembling and moist with perspiration against him, and then she raised her face to his, locking her mouth tightly to his as her hand searched down between their lewdly straining bodies for the hardness of his boyish cock. He gasped as the coolness of her fingers closed around his rigid young male hardness again, and he pressed his head forward automatically in response, kissing her wetly in return. Her lips were soft and gave before the harsher pressure of his teeth with a yielding sensual softness that sent tiny chills racing over his youthful skin. She crushed the full length of her older woman's body against his and ground her pelvis tightly into him .. . and then suddenly she twisted around and pulled him over on top of her, opening her legs wide to cradle him up between them.
"Yes, sweet child," she hissed passionately. "Yes, let your teacher show you how to fuck a woman ... !"
Doris crushed Troy tight to her and ran her hands searchingly down over his lean, innocent body, eagerly exploring the secret hollows and curves. His virile young cock rested hard against her inner thighs, pressing into the narrow hair-lined slit of her cunt. She arched up for a moment, levering them both up off his mother's bed with the strength of her back and, reaching under her buttocks with both her hands, pulled her vaginal lips slowly apart with her fingertips to give his slender young penis greater contact with the wet sensitive flesh of her gently throbbing pussy. She relaxed with a sigh, lowering her body back to the bed, his rigid young penis trapped moistly between her thighs.
"Now, darling..." Doris cooed in his ear. "Now put your hands behind my back and hug me hard. Ohh, hug me, you darling, hug me... "
Troy forced his hands between her shoulders and the mattress and ran them down the soft curves of her back and hips. He could feel the raised ridges of her spine moving almost imperceptivity as she undulated her body up against him in a slow, teasing rhythm. The sinews of her muscles rippled lightly just under the ivory-hued skin, indicating a powerful hidden strength in her mature woman's body, and the tenseness of the cords in her thighs pressed against the outside of his hips. Man! This was wild! He couldn't even imagine how she would grip around him later when he had sunk his prick up inside her!
"Oh God, you feel nice," Doris whispered to the boy, smashing her lips against him again and writhing the flatness of her naked belly close up against him. Her nails trailed across his slim, hairless back, leaving small red lines in their path. Troy pushed his hands farther down beneath her, cupping the fullness of her smooth rounded buttocks in the palms of his small hands and pulling her softly trembling cuntal slit up tighter against him.
"Yes, ohhh yes, Troy! That's my boy! You're doing just fine!" she moaned beneath him. In the throes of his first sexual experience, his instincts seemed to know what his experience had not taught him yet and her encouraging words sparked the youth to greater incense. He moved up and down slowly, insinuating his hotly throbbing hardness along the full fleshy length of her vaginal lips, sensing his teacher growing wetter and wetter in her pussy slit with each move he made. Her buttocks began to churn more desperately up against his loins until her legs, without warning, snaked up around either side of his rotating young hips and pulled him urgently down deeper against her.
"Ohhh, it's time to fuck me," Doris moaned rapturously into his ear. She clenched her eyes shut and bared her lips back over her teeth, her calves locking tightly against the back of his thighs. "Yes, darling child! Fuck me! Fuck me nowww . . . !"
Her hands came down between their naked bodies and circled around his throbbing boyish cock, her inflamed senses unable to bear the teasing sensations that were tormenting her hungry, widespread cunt a moment longer. She guided him up between the throbbing lips of her desire-moistened pussy parting the soft silken curls around her vagina with the thick bulbous head of his hardened virile cock. The boy groaned above her as he felt her smooth wet flesh graze tauntingly against his penis as she positioned its head, forcing it into a still greater hardness that made his loins ache from the excruciating pressure.
"Now, darling! Push up into my cunt now and fuck me!" his teacher pleaded breathlessly. Troy sucked his breath and strained upward with his buttocks, feeling his cock slowly pressure inside the tight elastic opening of her cunt. "Ohhh yes! Yes, child, there! Sink your cock in all the way!"
Doris moaned beneath the thrusting boy as she felt the warm elastic-like sheath of her vagina slip wetly over his sensitive young penis. Troy entered her slowly, gradually filling her with sensations and pleasures she had never dreamed could have existed for her. There was no pain this time, no cringing horror at what a man would force her to accept, because this time it was a boy who was fucking into her! A boy of just the right length and size to satisfy every hungry craving she had fought so desperately against before! Every moist inch of her excitedly seeping pussy was passionate and responding, eager for his slowly penetrating cock. She could feel her cuntal flesh enveloping his youthful penis like a warm, welcoming glove, massaging of its own volition the young boy's veined erection with tingling electrifying pulses.
Troy's smooth face glowed with the newfound pleasure he was experiencing at the moment, the delights of which he had never known before in his young life. He propped his naked body up on his elbows and stared down between their lewdly joined bodies, panting heavily as he watched his slim virginal cock slide slowly up into his teacher's soft pink-fleshed cunt. His long, hard penis surged up inside her nakedly undulating belly to the full depths of her love-starved pussy. Her tight cuntal walls squeezed hard against the full length of his desire-swollen shaft at first, and then eased up as the surrounding wetness lubricated the way. Suddenly he hit bottom, his sperm-bloated testicles slapping hard against the rounded cheeks of the older woman's buttocks.
"Oh God, yes, darling!" Doris crooned softly as she writhed her pelvis up and down to stroke against his boyish penis. "Oh, it's so wonderful, Troy! Now, pump your cock in and out of my cunt! Fuck me! Ohhh, fuck me until we both cummm! Oh darling! Oh darlinggg ..."
Troy needed no urging. He ground his thighs into the squirming flaccid flesh beneath him as his teacher had instructed, feeling her strain back and arch her loins up at him. He heard her as she moaned ceaselessly beneath his body as he began to surge into her, opening and closing her legs around his hips as she worked up and down in time to his own fucking rhythm. He watched her as her mouth gaped open wide, her head flailing from side to side on the mattress again and again in wild abandon. Shit! He was really doing it now! He was throwing his meat into Mrs. Larson, and man, did it feel good! He quickened his thrusts, flicking the full length of his young cock deeper and deeper, delighted as it brought more low moans from her clenched lips. He was learning and learning fast... and he swore that this wouldn't be the last time he fucked Mrs. Larson! No sir-ree! Not when she was this damned hot!
"Ohhh yes, Troy! Ohhh darling boy, yesss, fuck me like this!" Doris cried out in delight. She gasped for breath at the delightful stimulations that were coursing through every fiber of her body as young Troy's hard thick cock plunged excitedly up into her hungrily yearning pussy. Now she felt like a woman, healthy and enjoying sex at last, loving the magnificent boy's penis as it drove ceaselessly in and out of her vagina with growing skill. She reveled in the lust that she had been trying so hard to deny herself! It was passion alone, passion for its own sake, and that was all she cared about!
Troy could feel his lust-crazed cock growing and expanding inside her until it felt as though it were going to burst from the insanely maddening pressures building in his balls. He rammed into her with increasingly hard strokes, his slim hips pounding wildly as he tried to bury more and more of his lust-hardened young cock deep up into the delicate moist walls of his teacher's warmly welcoming pussy. Jesus, any second now he was going to cum! He was going to squirt right up inside a woman's snatch and fill her belly like he'd always dreamed of doing. Man oh man oh man, was it gooddddd ... !
Doris Larson gripped him tight between her thighs, opening and closing them in time to his long, eager thrusts up into her cunt. She gurgled beneath him, the sound coming from deep within her chest as though she had no control over it. She was alone with the boy in a private world of sex; leaving her ex-husband, her lecturing mother, all of her fears and horrors behind forever. She could feel his tight young testicles slapping rhythmically against her lewdly bucking inner thighs, and she was filled with the lewd desire to feel him shoot his fresh boy's cum from deep in his balls far up into her thirstily sucking cunt!
"Oh fuck me, fuck me hard, you little darling! Fuck me in the cunt with your wonderful hard cock until you cum!" she chanted, mumbling all the obscene words that came to her mind. She jackknifed her legs up tight, pressing her knees back hard into her breasts and offering him the full opening spread of her nakedly upraised vagina. Her eyes rolled uncontrollably in her head, her face contorted as she strained for the final explosive climax that was so near ...
"I'm cumming, Troy," she gasped suddenly, her mouth wide in ecstatic abandon. "Ohhh darling, I'm cumming! Cum with me!" She pulled back her thighs tighter until the whole of her stretched pink cuntal slit was presented up to the boy to spew into as he willed. Her ankles locked over his back, her wide-splayed loins squirming beneath him in a wild uninhibited dance of lust. Her mouth hung wide open, unseeing eyes gazing at the ceiling above . ..
"Oh...,Oh shit!" Troy blurted crazily. "I ... I'm cumming too, Mrs. Larson!" He shoved his virginal cock hard up inside her pussy, wildly straining for the final end of this bittersweet torture which was building - building - in his balls. Then all at once the young boy felt the white-hot stream begin deep in his cum-swollen balls and race steam-like the length of his wildly plunging cock. He gasped as his deeply imbedded shaft began a sudden uncontrollable jerking motion that flooded without warning his teacher's violently clasping vaginal hole with surge after lewd surge of adolescent sperm. "Oh Jesus, I'm cumming inside you!" he groaned, convulsively ramming his madly climaxing cock farther and farther up inside her nakedly writhing belly.
"Don't stop, darling! Oh God, don't stop cumminngggg!" Doris pleaded mindlessly. Then she choked, a low banshee wail suddenly forming on the edges of her moistly glistening lips, piercing through the lewd squeaking of the rusty old bedsprings and the two panting bodies slapping brutally together. Her nostrils flared wide and she screwed herself up on his wildly ejaculating young penis, locking herself to him with all the strength of her thighs while her loins throbbed spasmodically against his smooth hairless belly.
She held her breath for an interminable moment, feeling her young student empty the last of his virile seed deep into her hungrily milking vagina, and then she expelled her breath, as if she had been hit in the stomach by a solid fist. The juices of the co-mingling orgasms swirled far into her softly quivering belly in a white wet tide of joy and passion that the teacher had never known could have possibly existed.
Troy Shane throbbed the muscles of his rapidly deflating penis, hoping to bring it to life again so he could continue to fuck his teacher. Jesus, what a ride! Man, he couldn't wait to get hard again so he could screw some more! But a warm, numbing lethargy flowed pleasantly over him as his passion waned, and the boy threw his arm around the woman in exhaustion, a great sigh of contentment escaping from his lips ...
Doris lay with his head nestled on her breasts, still able to feel his small, limp cock throbbing inside her pussy. Her legs slowly went limp and fell out to the sides, splaying obscenely on either side of the youth's still-panting body. Her heart pounded in her chest as her climax gently faded from her flesh and a semblance of sanity returned to fill her mind. Her body felt beaten and drained, and slowly a wave of shame and guilt filtered through her as she remembered she was lying on Troy's mother's bed and that it was her student, Troy Shane, who was lying on top of her with his slender penis buried deep between the soft fleshy folds of her vagina. Tears began to stain her cheeks as she looked down at the lewd picture she and Troy made together, lying with arms and legs spread wide apart and his lean young nakedness covering her own in the age-old position of sexual intercourse ...
Well, she had been fucked by a boy young enough to be her son, and fucked good. Fucked right in his own home, on his poor widowed mother's bed, just as she'd begged him to do... A few hours ago she had been a decent, respectable woman, but now she lay here with the innocent seed of an unsuspecting youth pooling in the secret recesses of her lewd depraved body.
She felt Troy's spent body stirring above her, and the soft tugging of his withdrawal as his now soft penis slipped from her reluctantly yielding vagina with a lewd, wet, sucking sound. He crawled from between her legs, a thin strand of his white cum trailing across her thigh from the end of his now-deflated cock as he rolled over and blissfully sighed.
"Golly," he said in wistful tenderness. "Wasn't that a great fuck, Mrs. Larson?"
A wave of self-loathing rippled over her naked flesh. God, she wished she was dead! She wished somebody would come in and kill her for being such a perverted, corrupting female. But no, she was alive, perhaps just barely, but she was alive. And now she wanted more than anything else to get away from this awful place as fast as she could. She moved, stretching her aching limbs into a sitting position, then put her hands on the side of the bed to pull herself in anguish to a standing position.
"I said, that was sure some fine fuck, wasn't it?" Troy asked again, and Doris heard the trace of uncertainty in his voice.
"Yes... yes it was," she said tonelessly, bending down to pick up her clothes. 'That was a fine, great fuck, Troy." What else could she admit? How could she deny it after the way she'd led him on and responded to his eagerness? "But... But I better be going now." She struggled slowly into her clothes, trying hard to avert her eyes from the young naked teenager sprawled on the bed. "It's time I went home."
"Gee, you don't have to, Mrs. Larson. Mom won't be back for hours yet. Next time I fuck you will be even better, I promise!"
"There .. . won't be a next time, Troy," she answered vaguely, trying to steady herself so she wouldn't fall.
"Golly, w-wasn't it any good for you, Mrs. Larson? D-Don't you want me any more?"
Doris looked up and saw the pain in the handsome boy's face and she felt sorry for him. His vulnerable adolescent ego was wilting at the humiliating thought that he hadn't been man enough for her. God, if he only knew how well he'd satisfied her! she thought. But she knew she had to be firm in her rejection of him. She had to say no, or else neither one of them would ever have a chance to forget what they had done together and return to normal healthy lives. "I ... I like you, Troy," she said, faltering for the proper words. "But. . . But this was a mistake. I thought... oh, I don't know what I thought. But I do know it won't happen again. Never. Do you understand?"
"S-sure." young Troy murmured, lowering his head with dejection. Yeah, he understood, all right. For a while there he'd been stupid enough to think maybe Mrs. Larson liked him a lot, what with calling him darling and things. No... he could see she really didn't give a rat about him. She was just getting her kicks, and not very good ones at that. She was used to grown-up men, he bet, ones with lots more experience and bigger peckers. The sad-faced boy looked up again as his teacher began walking toward the door. He stared with a thick lump forming in his throat at the way her still-damp dress conformed to the rounded cheeks of her buttocks, the same ass he had just seen naked . . . like her legs and titties and cunt! Yeah, he understood just fine that she was all finished with him. Shit, he could bawl!
Doris opened the door of the bedroom, turning at the same time and taking a final look at the room and the boy who would live in her mind forever as symbols of her shameful sudden downfall. "Good-bye, Troy," she whispered to the silent, sullen youth on the bed. "See you in class on Monday ..."
She walked through the house and out into the rain. The cold air and splashing water seemed to refresh her this time, and she kept the window of her car rolled down as she drove home, the wind whipping coolly through her long black hair. She tried to think of what she would do on Monday as she walked inside her house; act as if nothing had happened today? Leave town? God, what could she do - but she was too exhausted and beaten to care. She went into the bedroom and sprawled tearfully across her bed, too lost and miserable even to pull the covers up over her as she drifted into a restless, fitful sleep . . .
CHAPTER FOUR
It was nearly ten on Saturday morning before Doris Larson awoke to kind herself on her bed, still fully clothed in her woolen dress. Lying in her bed she could see the dark foreboding clouds through her window, the tail-end remnants of the previous day's drenching storm. Accompanying the clouds were gusts of wind which rattled the glass panes and made her apartment creak and shudder, and a chilling mist draped over her small patio outside.
It was exactly the kind of morning the high-school teacher had expected. She too was chilled, but by a blanket of foggy images half-remembered from the lewd afternoon before. She could perceive a face, a young boy's face, his mouth wrapped around the rounded swell of a woman's breast. .. she could almost feel imaginary small hands caressing and squeezing her skin lovingly . . . she 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 always endured, never enjoyed. But yesterday afternoon she had learned the meaning of the reason her husband had abandoned her - she had learned the passion that was sex. But it hadn't been from a man. No, it had been an inexperienced youngster who had given her entire body a strange new life that was empty without a boyish penis to soothe the fiery longings that had suddenly been unchained.
Doris clenched her eyes tightly shut and bit hard on her lower lip in an effort to block the guilty thoughts from her mind. She felt tears welling in her eyes, but she blinked them back, knowing that somehow she would have to pull herself together so she could face the horrible, cruel world again. Lifting herself unsteadily from the bed, she stripped herself of her soiled, rumpled clothing and hurriedly dressed in clean brassiere and panties, a short pleated skirt, and a light pullover sweater. This time she didn't pause to look at her nakedness in the mirror, ashamed by merely the feel alone of her betraying skin and flesh, and then she walked into the kitchen and put on the water for coffee. She tried once again to shake off the mood of guilt and shame which was an aching knot in her belly, but her memories would not be banished or ignored.
Desperate for release, she opened the cabinet beside her and took out a nearly full fifth of brandy, and when the coffee was ready, she took the cup and the bottle into the living room, where she slumped dejectedly on the couch. Though she seldom drank at all, and never this early in the day, Doris poured a healthy dollop of the brandy in her coffee in hopes it would help calm her shattered nerves. She took a small sip, feeling the hot alcohol warm her all the way down to her empty stomach, and then she took another, larger swallow. A moment later she was rewarded by a faint light-headedness that eased and soothed her tormented mind a little.
But despite the liquor flowing through her blood, Doris could not shake all of the haunting, morbid remembrances of yesterday afternoon. She glanced down at her breasts and remembered how she had urged young Troy Shane to use his hands and lips to bring them to full and throbbing tautness. She recalled all too clearly how she had led the boy to awaken her dormant body into a raging mass of hungry flesh until she had been devoured by an orgasm that had left her shaken and depleted. God, how would she ever be able to forget yesterday afternoon when she had taken a virginal youth and sacrificed his priceless innocence to satisfy some hidden inner devil? She had corrupted him without mercy as though it had been another woman, a stranger, evil and depraved, who had had control of her mind and who'd forced her to do those wicked, perverted things. And she could find no excuse to justify her vicious behavior, not one reason to ease her burden of guilt. Trembling with her shame and loathing, the anguished older woman lit her first menthol cigarette of the day. Then she raised the cool glass bottle to her fevered lips, not even bothering this time to mix the brandy with the coffee, but drinking the burning liquor straight. ..
In the townhouse next door to Doris Larson, John Cramer was also sitting in the living room with a cup of coffee. Unlike his anguished neighbor, however, the handsome if somewhat corpulent man was feeling quite contented, and he relaxed with the morning paper spread open to the sports page while he hummed a tuneless little song. At the moment, his only concern was whether he should change out of his bathrobe and visit the site of his latest construction project, or if he should go back in the bedroom and wake up his wife Maisy, fuck the hell out of her, and then drive to see how the new building was going. It was a harder choice this morning than it usually would have been, because John Cramer was more than just the owner of a contracting firm ...
Cramer had a thick, broad chest with well-developed pectorals that came from his constant outdoor work, and his curly dark hair was salted with white as a result of exposure to the sun and wind. This was the respectable part of John Cramer which most people of Appleton knew him by, but the man ran deeper than that, his other interests lying sinister and disguised...
Another side to him was one a few of the wilder residents saw, for John and his wife were avid, zealous "swingers." He knew, for example, that if he woke his wife, Maisy would be in a receptive mood for him, because she was always ready for sex. Any kind, with anybody, at any hour, just like he was. He recalled with satisfied relish the mate-swap orgy they'd held in this apartment the night before with four other married couples, and the abandoned hours of naked fucking which had taken place after the dog-fuck movie had been shown. Which was the reason why Maisy was sleeping late this morning, having worn herself out after a multitude of orgasms with male and female partners alike. Hell, she'd even masturbated to climax twice while watching the film, he thought lustily ...
Still fewer knew of another facet to John Cramer, and the secret of his financial success. He was also a main supplier of marijuana, hashish, and some of the harder drugs for the area. Because he hired so many Mexicans for his construction jobs, he was looked upon as a leader in civil rights; the hidden motive for his employment practices was the fact that the Mexicans were in a perfect position to act as couriers between the wholesalers across the border and himself. It was for this reason he was hesitant in taking the time to throw his cock into his lovely nympho wife. He was supposed to meet Pepe Gomez at the construction project before noon in order to pick up a package of hashish the dark-skinned foreman had smuggled across the border on his return from seeing his "sick mother."
Pepe could wait, Cramer told himself. But then, so could Maisy until he got back. Ah, the petty worries of big business, he sighed, and then softly smiled to himself again.
The doorbell chimed, and John Cramer frowned, turning toward the front door. "Who," he asked himself caustically as he rose to answer it, "can that be?" He padded bare-foot across the thick carpeting of his living room and unlocked the door. He frowned again, for there on his porch were three teenaged boys, all standing in a cluster and looking up at him with anxious eyes.
"Uh, Mr. Cramer," one of them said hesitantly. "Do you have a little time to talk? It's kind of important..."
"Yeah," Cramer said slowly. "Yeah, I guess I do, Ron." He knew the boy who'd spoken to him: Ron Clarke, a husky, barrel-shaped youth. He also knew the other two youngsters beside him: Chris Baley, a slack-jawed, rather stupid-looking oaf; and Troy Shane, the smallest boy of the three, and probably the smartest though he came from a poor, broken family. Cramer knew them all because he sold them marijuana whenever they wanted it, having learned he could trust them not to squeal on their source, even if they got caught.
"I'll be glad to help if I can," the older man said, letting the trio troop into his living room. "You know me - I like kids. Sit down, make yourselves comfortable."
"Gee, didn't I tell you Mr. Cramer would help?" Ron said, grinning widely. "I bet he knows all the answers. Go on, Troy, tell him what's the matter, just like you told me 'n Chris this morning."
"Gosh, I ... I dunno, I mean," Troy blushed a livid shade of red, stammering as he tried to think of what to say. "I mean, it's sort of personal."
"What he means," Ron said, " is that it's about a girl."
"Not just a girl; a god-damned woman!" Chris Baley corrected. "He got laid yesterday by the finest looking piece of ass in our school, Mr. Cramer. God damn, I sure wish it had been me! I would've known what to've done!"
"Shut up, blockhead," Ron snapped. "Let Troy tell Mr. Cramer what happened."
"Well..." Troy licked his lips. "Well, I was taking my driving lesson with Mrs. Larson, and..."
"Larson!" Cramer gasped, almost rising out of his chair. "Listen, you don't mean you got into Doris Larson's panties, do you, boy?"
"Uh-huh. It was Mrs. Larson," Troy nodded, his expression a mixture of pride and misery. "See, she was all wet from the rain and standing in my kitchen with her dress all tight to her body, and I was ..."
As the boy continued to tell how the older woman had seduced him the previous afternoon, it was all John Cramer could do to refrain from bursting out in laughter. Christ! He'd have given a month's supply of dope to have gotten into that woman's cunt. Every time he'd caught sight of his neighbor's feminine charms he'd had the lewd urge to ram his cock hard up between those firm, satin-like thighs of hers and stick her like a pig on a spit. He could recall the many happy moments that summer when he'd spied on her through a hole in the fence as she'd sunbathed in a tiny halter and shorts, getting a hard-on while watching her almost naked body slowly undulate on her chaise lounge. Damn, she was prime! He'd had her over for drinks a couple of times, and Maisy had gone shopping with her, but he'd never been able to figure out a way of making a pass that she would accept. And here this snot-nosed little brat was admitting that he'd been all but raped by the woman! Hell, Chris was right - he sure wished it had been him!
"... then she got up naked, from the bed and dressed," Cramer heard the young boy finish relating. "And gee, Mr. Cramer. I don't understand. One minute she's calling me darling and is all over me, and the next she's cold as hell. She told me I couldn't fuck her again, like I was no good or something. She sure played me for a sucker."
"Tell us again how she begged you," Chris Baley asked eagerly. He licked his thick lips, his small beady eyes glittering with excitement. "That's the part I like the best, where she begs you, Troy!"
"Fuck me!" Troy said proudly. "Mrs. Larson crawled up on my mom's bed and she moaned, 'Fuck me, Troy! Fuck me harder! Fuck harder!"
"Ohhhh," Ron groaned, "If that had been me, I'd have creamed in my drawers right then and there."
"Listen, fellahs, I want to know what to do," Troy complained. "It ain't right, turning me on like that and then just leaving me like I was nothing. I want to know what I can do to get even with her."
"I got my own idea of what I'd like to do to her," Ron snickered crudely. "I'm thinking if that cute teach of ours tried that with me, I'd fuck her again. And maybe if she got sassy again, I'd fuck her three times!"
"Aw, you and whose army would hold her down?" Chris sneered at his friend. "Sure that would be a great way of paying her back, a little of her own medicine, you know what I mean?
But you'd have to knock her out with a baseball bat or something first."
Listening to the boys, John Cramer was struck with the first inkling of a wicked plan. He sat, his mouth twisted with the lewd idea in his head and the obscene conversation in his ears. Thoughtfully he shaped and molded the details, for if he was successful, it wouldn't be long until he was fucking his luscious neighbor lady. And not only that, he had a few other surprises in store for her as well. . . but only if his plan worked from the very beginning . . .
Cramer cleared his throat and said: "I think you boys have the right approach. Mrs. Larson cut Troy's nuts at his expense, and her punishment should fit the crime. Only she had to be half-willing, or you'll all land in trouble."
"You got something in mind, Mr. Cramer?" Chris questioned breathlessly.
"Shut up!" Ron Clarke butted in. "Let him tell us. What's your plan, Mr. Cramer?"
"Well now, you boys promise to keep it a secret, and I'll let you in on it," Cramer grinned. "First, you all take the same class from her, don't you?"
"Sure," Troy said. "Driver's Ed. We'll be together on Monday for a group drive."
"Perfect. Then Monday you'll get her. All of you, in a gang-bang."
"Monday!"
"Holy cow!"
"Whoever's driving the car," John Cramer continued, "can take it up behind my construction site, out on Greenlawn Boulevard. You know where it is?"
"I do," Ron exclaimed with a gasp. "I pass it on my way to school every morning!"
"Fine. Well, you take her up there, and then into the woods behind the clearing. And then that's it! The three of you should be strong enough to handle her."
"Wow, Mr. Cramer!" Chris Baley snickered gleefully. "That's a winner for sure!"
"Yehhh," Troy said with a frown of concern. "But gee, like you said, we could get into a lot of trouble if she doesn't like for us to fuck her."
"I think I've got the answer for that problem, Troy," Cramer chuckled lewdly. "I've some special marijuana saved, some real special grass I keep for just such occasions like this. It's mixed with an aphrodisiac, Spanish Fly, and if you can get Mrs. Larson to smoke it, I guarantee she'll turn on like a rocket! She won't be able to get enough of your kid's peckers, believe me! And I'll tell you what I'm going to do for you. 'Cause you're all such good customers of mine, I'll let you have some free. How's that?"
"Golly, that's terrific!" Ron chimed in, clapping his hands. "We can fix up a pack of menthol cigarettes, just like Mrs. Larson's always smoking. We'll switch them on her!"
"And she'll never know the difference!" Chris added obscenely. "What do you say, Troy? Ain't that a fine idea?"
Troy grinned with the foul and bitter thoughts in his young, immature mind. That stuck-up woman! Look down at him, will she, just because he's not grown up yet? Make him feel stupid and no good, will she? Well, wait until Monday, teacher. . . Wait until me and Chris and Ron get finished pumping you with our pricks! You'll wish to God you'd never crossed me, I promise you that!
"Slap the grass on me, Mr. Cramer!" he said eagerly. "Mrs. Larson's never going to know what hit her . . . not until it's too late!"
"Wait right here, boys," John said, standing up. "I'll go get the marijuana." He walked to his bedroom, opening the door, and then shutting it quickly behind him. He didn't want the kids out there to get a glimpse of his wife, or they might lose interest in Doris and want her instead!
Maisy Cramer was sitting at her vanity, wearing nothing but a filmy chiffon peignoir that was all but invisible over her curvaceous nakedness. She was holding up pretty well for being over thirty, her husband thought as the auburn-haired woman turned around; if he weren't such a lecherous bastard, he'd never have to leave the house.
"Who's out there?" Maisy asked pleasantly with a yawn.
"Oh just some of my customers. Three kids from the high-school." John let his eyes flicker over her high-set round breasts that were set closely together, and then down lower to the enticingly rounded sweep of her thighs. Between her slightly spread legs he could see clearly through the soft reddish-colored pussy hair covering her loins to the fleshy pinkness of her vaginal lips glistening wetly through the gauzy layer of her gown. Damn! Let Pepe Gomez wait - he was going to fuck his wife for sure this morning!
"You selling them some marijuana, lover?"
Maisy stretched lazily, yawning again.
"No. I'm going to give them some of my special blend," John grinned wickedly at his wife. "But you might say it's more of an investment."
"You've got something cooking," Maisy accused teasingly. "I can tell by the dirty look on your face."
"You know me like a book, baby. You're dead right - I've got one hell of a plan!"
"Does it include me?"
"You bet it does! Just the way you like to be included, too!"
A throaty laugh came from the auburn-haired beauty. "I knew you'd finally figure out a way of grabbing some of her. Well, lover, I hope your plan has both of us enjoying that hot little body! I've wanted her just as badly, you know!" John's eyes continued roaming over the thin, flimsy gown which so barely covered her otherwise naked charms. Christ, his wife was something wild: he'd never known a woman more ardent when it came to sucking and fucking male and female alike. He knew she preferred the hot, hairy bodies of men, the larger the cock the better .. . but every now and then she lusted for the satiny feel of a woman's soft, smooth flesh under her arms and lips. Well, if his obscene idea worked as well as he figured it would, Maisy would soon be face-deep in the lovely dark pleasures of her neighbor's velvet-curled pussy. And he ... ? Well he'd be watching while she made love to the other woman, getting hotter and hotter until finally he joined in to become the third partner in a perverted seance a trois . . .
"You better believe it, baby," he chuckled heavily, going to where he hid his secret cache of marijuana behind a painting on the wall. "Soon as I get rid of the brats outside, I'll tell you all about it. I'll tell you every little detail on how we're going to entertain little Miss Boy-raper .. . !
The warming brandy flowed lazily through Doris's bloodstream, and although she knew she was getting rather inebriated, she was grateful that some of the paralyzing guilt and shame was slowly fading from her. Yet still her hand would shake as she picked up the almost empty bottle, and she had to put it down before the dark liquor splashed over her sweater and skirt. Her stomach was still tied in knots despite the alcohol, as blurring, naked images continued to pass through her mind in a confusing parade.
God, how could she ever have been so foolish? Doris was feeling increasingly sorry for herself now as the brandy loosened her reserve, and in self-pity she knew she possessed a frightening weakness of character. She was now a woman enslaved to her emotions and desires, no longer the kind of perfect lady, unblemished by sin or frailty, her mother had described so often. After yesterday, Doris was painfully aware of the overwhelming power of her body's sexual lusts, and nothing she felt could ever blot out those lewd sensations nor the obscene memories twisting in her mind.
Just the recollection of the handsome teenaged Troy was enough to send a little thrill of pleasure through her, making her nipples harden beneath her sweater. And what of the boy? Was he thinking of her now, wanting her as much as he had yesterday afternoon? Would Troy tell any of his friends about what he had done with her? With a sudden fright, she recalled her own school days and all the stories she had heard about how the boys discussed their conquests, and with sinking heart she realized that she could not trust young Troy Shane's discretion. She'd have to see him alone on Monday and warn him not to talk!
No. . . she didn't dare! It was obvious she couldn't control herself. It she was alone with the boy and the chance presented itself, she might just land up in bed with him again, and that would be the utter ruin of her! God, she'd have to stay away from him and pray that if he bragged, nobody would believe him. If she didn't know better, she would not have believed herself capable of such a thing, so why should anybody else believe an absurd rumor? Ohhh, why couldn't she have wanted a man yesterday instead of a young boy? Then she could let it happen if she lost her self-control again. As it was, she thought mournfully, all she could allow herself were obscene, lurid memories to drive her mad as she returned to her dependence upon masturbation . . .
There was a sudden light knocking on the front door, startling Doris from her thoughts and almost making her drop her bottle of brandy. "Who . . . who is it?" she called out in a slightly slurred, thick tone.
"Doris?" a cheerful, girlish voice came through the wood. "It's me, Maisy! I'm home alone today, and sort of lonely. If you're not busy, could I come in and chat awhile?"
CHAPTER FIVE
Doris's first impulse was to tell Maisy Cramer to come back later. She was drunk and miserable and in no condition to be with anybody .. . But then after a second's reflection, she changed her mind.
"C-coming, Maisy," she called back, stumbling slightly as she headed for the door. Maisy had been, one of her first "girl-friends" when Doris had moved in, coming over the same day she'd rented the apartment from the vivacious redhead's husband. Doris had found her exceptionally open and unprudish with her language, one who made no secret of her enjoyment of sex and her loneliness when her husband was working. In spite of their respective differences, Doris liked Maisy's refreshing, intriguing ways. Maisy was a woman she could talk to, if nothing else... and Doris was suddenly struck with the desire to talk.
Oh, certainly not concerning her seduction of little Troy Shane! God no, not that! But she certainly could use a pleasant chat to take her mind off of her troubles and the brandy. Yes, a nice chat as if nothing was the matter . . .
Without considering whether she was sober enough to pretend she was all right, Doris opened the door and greeted Maisy. "It's good to see you. Come in."
"Don't mind if I do," Maisy replied jovially. "I'm not interrupting anything, am I?"
"Oh no, nothing. I was just sitting around, trying to get up the energy to do the house."
"With the help of a bottle," Maisy teased. 'The one on the table there."
"Oh, well, I... I felt cold this morning." Doris stammered, blushing with embarrassment. "I thought I'd warm up my coffee. Would you like some?"
"In a glass, if it's all the same. It's safer that way." Maisy sat down on the couch while Doris fetched a glass from the kitchen. "But don't apologize for it, dearie," she said as Doris sat down beside her and poured a drink. "I like a pick-me-up in the morning to stir the tired blood. Whatever the weather, today's Saturday, and that's all the excuse I need. Well, cheers!"
Doris smiled nervously as Maisy toasted her, and she drank lightly from her cup of liquored coffee. Maisy leaned over her to get a cigarette from her purse, and her breast swung with deliberate provocation against Doris's shoulder. Then she straightened and searched for a match with a sensuous motion of her hips and legs, the thin, shift-like house-dress she was she was wearing rising along her naked white thighs.
"I'm so glad you were home, Doris," she purred throatily, smiling at the black-haired teacher. "It's so much better than sitting around all alone, isn't it?"
"Y-yes," Doris replied. Unconsciously she raised her drink again. It was better, she had to admit. It hadn't been good for her to sit and brood the way she'd been doing, becoming more depressed by the minute. "Yes, it certainly is, Maisy .. .
The two young women chatted for almost an hour on silly, unimportant things like sewing and cooking and the new fall television shows. Maisy was witty and could converse on a dozen different subjects, and even her naughty, risque jokes weren't offensive to Doris, but set her laughing delightedly. Then, after John Cramer's lascivious wife judged that the time was ripe and Doris's guard was down, she began to move in for the kill...
"I could use another refill," she said, and picked up the almost empty brandy bottle. "There's just enough for a drink apiece."
"No, no more for me, thank you. I better not."
"Well, I'd say you could use another. If you don't mind me being nosey, dearie, your story about being chilly this morning wasn't very convincing. Like they say on those lousy soap operas, you're drowning your sorrows .. . and doing a damned poor job of it, too."
Doris tried to deny the fact that her neighbor had hit the nail on the head, but the words wouldn't pass by her suddenly quivering lips. She sat holding her drink clasped tightly to her belly, her eyes round and moistening with involuntary tears as all her shame and guilt came flooding back into her brandy-weakened mind. God, how could she lie to Maisy when it was obviously plainly written on her face? And yet - how could she ever tell the truth?
"Oh my, now I've upset you, dearie," Maisy said, catching Doris's arm in a display of sympathetic concern. "You want to tell me what's bothering you?"
Doris shook her head convulsively, shuddering slightly beneath her clothes. "N-no ... I can't," she blurted in a small whisper. "I can't..."
"Well, you should, you know," Maisy urged. "It's not good, keeping your hurt bottled up inside you like this. It only makes it worse in the long run."
Doris felt tears brim in her eyes and trickle down over her cheeks. She didn't want to cry but she was unable to stop herself; she felt so miserable and indecisive at that moment that the warm salty drops were something of a defense mechanism to momentarily flood out her terrible guilt. Dimly, she was aware of movement beside her and Maisy's arm softly slid around her shoulder, and she could hazily feel the other woman tenderly stroked the silken strands of her long black hair.
"There, there," she heard a softly soothing whisper in her ear. "There, there, it can't be as bad as all that..."
"Ohhh, it is," she moaned uncontrollably. "It's so bad. Maisy, I'm so miserable!"
"Tell me about it, dearie - don't be afraid. It'll be just between us two, I promise . . . and if I can help you in any way ..."
Perhaps it was Maisy's tenderly reassuring words or perhaps it was because her own torment was simply too great to bear and the alcohol she'd consumed had loosened her natural reluctance, but whatever it was, Doris's tortured mind suddenly did want to confess. And with an overwhelming surge, she broke down and told her salacious redhaired neighbor in sobbing, broken words about what she had committed the previous afternoon with young Troy Shane. She left out nothing, for once the dam of her sorrow had been broken, she was incapable of leaving any of the unspeakable sins unsaid. Then when she was finished, she lowered her head and continued to cry in wretched helplessness.
Maisy Cramer stroked Doris's black hair lightly and a small lewd smile curved along her beautiful face. Christ, she thought, she's really had a bitch of a time. Perfect. . . perfect.. . she'll be putty in my hands. ..
"Dearie ..." she said soothingly, "so you let the little boy screw you. So what? What the hell. He enjoyed it and so did you. Sex is natural."
"But what I like doing isn't natural," Doris moaned disconsolately. "It's ugly and perverted."
"Dearie, it's about time you learned that you're far from being alone in your desire. Most women enjoy strong, eager young boys when they get the chance. Why, I crave them myself, in fact."
"You. . . you do?" Doris sucked in her breath from the shock of hearing Maisy's obscene revelation. She couldn't believe her ears!
"Fucking them," Maisy nodded with lewd blatancy, "with their hot little cocks deep up inside my cunt." She leaned back in her seat and stretched out her legs, beginning to rub her thighs and belly lewdly with the palms of her hands. She stroked all around her soft swelling pussy area, moaning slightly as if aroused by her lascivious conversation.
"Ohhh, Doris, sometimes when John isn't around, I nearly go out of my mind wanting a handsome little boy to fuck me hard. My pussy gets so hot that I think it's going to burn a hole in my panties." She grinned lewdly at the horrified woman next to her. "Sometimes I even walk around without my panties on at all! Without anything on just so that the cool air will help calm the fire in my pussy."
"Naked? You walk around the house naked?" Doris took a heavy swallow of brandy, the brazen confessions forging new and lewd images in her mind. Her heart began to pound faster and she felt herself breaking out in a cold, glistening sweat from the way her neighbor was confiding her innermost secrets.
"And. .. and I do other things, too," the curvaceous vixen said. She inched closer, as if the very walls had ears, and put her arm around the tormented teacher again. "I have to, or ... or I'd go mad!"
Before Doris had realized what she was saying, she asked: "What kind of things?"
Maisy tried to blush, an almost impossible task for the lewdly seductive temptress.
"Without a man around, what else is there? I mean, besides fingering yourself, of course. That's what I do when I'm all alone and want to cum. I lie down on the couch without my clothes on and play with my own cunt until I explode!"
"Maisy..." Doris moaned. "Oh God, Maisy ..." She knew that she shouldn't have had the last drink of brandy. Her mind was becoming oddly distorted as she remembered what she'd done with young Troy Shane . . .and then of other mornings when the build-up of her passions had been too great and she'd lain naked on her bed and done the exact same thing to her own pussy which Maisy was admitting to having done to herself! She felt she should stop this perverted talking before it got any worse; but the alcohol, and Maisy's lewd confessions on top of her own were all too much to counteract! She could feel wicked, unwanted churnings of sexual excitement begin to flow heatedly throughout her loins, and tiny prickles of involuntarily rising passion began to stir hotly through her bloodstream.
"Ohh, Doris . . . dearie, I get so excited . . . " Maisy moaned breathlessly. "I ... I don't think I can stand it, not without John here to fuck me... "
The naive teacher's eyes bulged even wider as she glanced over at the other woman, for now Maisy had raised her dress yet higher, bunching it around her slender waist - and God! Maisy wasn't wearing any panties! She was naked from the waist down and she was spreading her legs still wider until Doris could see all of her moistly glistening pubic mound!
Doris was struck speechless. Never before had she been a partner to such abandoned immodesty! She'd seen other girls naked, naturally; had taken showers and had taught gym classes with no thought that their and her own pubic parts were on display. But there had been good taste about it, and not a flaunting of genitals with overtones of sexual desire so openly apparent as now. She had always been ashamed of using her own hands to relieve the wicked hunger of her sexual drives and never had the thought occurred to her to use any stimulation, such as those lewd magazines and things. But here was her neighbor, her girl-friend shamelessly admitting her frustrated need and her most erotic of practices!
"God, all I can think about is my cunt being fucked," the lascivious Maisy Cramer moaned. She parted her slim white thighs and rotated her fully exposed buttocks on the couch, one hand moving up and down with slow encircling of the lovely red curls and swollen pink lips of her vagina, while her other hand still rested around Doris's shoulder, preventing her from leaving the couch. "Fucked and licked - Ahhh!"
Doris swallowed hard, her throat dry and her stomach feeling as though it was filled with butterflies, and she managed to stammer; "N-no, Maisy . . . you mustn't... Oh God, you mustn't..."
"Ahhh,'' Maisy mewled uncontrollably. "But it feels so good ..."
John Cramer's wife revolved her fingers faster and faster in the lust-moistened deepness of her openly splayed pussy, her legs bent slightly to allow her hand greater access as she hungrily massaged her hot cuntal slit. Her tender flesh grew flushed and wetter with her excitement, and she breathed harder and harder, her breasts rising and falling rapidly. She leaned her head against Doris's rigid shoulder and clenched her teeth tighter together. "Ohhh," she sighed through her closed mouth. "Uhhhmmmmm ..."
"Why? I'm only doing what I enjoy. We're friends, after all. We understand each other, and we both know we masturbate when we can't have a young boy to fuck."
Her glistening vagina was invitingly exposed to Doris's astonished view, and the shocked teacher could now even smell its perfumed female secretions. As much as she wanted Maisy to stop, she was finding a strange attraction for the redhaired woman's softly curling pubic triangle and the smoothly grinding motion of her lewd insinuating fingers. With a helpless sinking sensation, Doris realized that her own hips were beginning to unconsciously undulate on the couch, and that her breasts and vagina were actually starting to throb with response to the immoral teasing beside her.
Maisy saw her girl-friend's weakening control, and with a sureness born of experience and cunning, she knew the time was ripe for her next move. She dropped her hand from Doris's shoulder and gently caressed her friend's left breast, feeling her tense in momentary shock at this indignity and try to pull away. But she could feel the nipple stiffen and swell under her massaging and tweaking fingers, and gloatingly heard the low mewl as Doris slowly yielded and relaxed against her arm.
Although her mind was dazed by the amount of brandy she'd consumed, Doris knew she had to make Maisy leave that instant to keep from going to pieces herself. Yet her eyes stayed glued to her neighbor's rapidly driving fingers sliding in and out of the tight, pink opening of her vagina, and she squirmed down tightly against the seat, feeling lewd licking little flames of desire clutch at her unconsciously moistening pussy.
She could not resist Maisy's hand moving hotly beneath her turtleneck sweater and easing up the thin brassiere to cup the softness of her fully firm breasts and trap the tiny bared nipples gently between thumb and forefinger. She felt an aching hunger spread inside her from her tightly resisting belly up to her passion-hardened breasts and she labored hard, pushing the sensuously swelling wet lips of her pussy against the cushion to try and put out the fire that was beginning to burn there. Maisy's hand massaging her throbbing breasts thrilled her as much as frightened her, and though she tried with all her might to pull the fingers away, her own hand would not obey her mind's command. It moved only as far as Maisy's hand and then fell back, uncontrolled, into her lap.
Her eyes glazed as she looked down at the three fingers that were now dipping freely and smoothly up into the other woman's hungry wet folds. She could hear the soft, lewd sucking sounds as they slipped in and out, and the purrings of abandoned delight that were coming from Maisy Cramer's lips, and she bit her lower Up tightly to keep back her own cry of frustration. Her body was beginning to perspire in the warm, closed room, and Doris could feel that her forehead was covered with tiny beads of water. A trickle of sweat ran slowly between her excitedly heaving breasts down past her navel and over her belly into her pubic hair below, its soft teasing trail causing her to twist downward again, the edge of the couch cushion forcing the secretion-soaked crotchband of her panties deeper up into the passion-moistened split between her thighs. Its smoothness excited the sensitive pink lips of her desire-engorged vagina, and she could feel tiny throbs of lewd desire pulsing in the hotly erected bud of her clitoris. Another trickle of warm wetness ran down the deep valley between her full ripe breasts as Maisy was kneading them, her hands teasing over the tautened nipples and her finger nipping them sharply, causing Doris to jump nervously each time she did it.
Maisy Cramer turned and slowly moved her lewdly roving hand down from her neighbor's breasts to her bared knee, sliding it upwards toward the fullness of her thighs.
Doris froze momentarily from the unexpected contact crawling insect-like over her sensitive flesh, and then Maisy was pushing up the hem of her skirt before she was able to react. In a blurred alcoholic daze, Doris grasped her wrist tightly, but it did not stop Maisy, who was still able to move about freely, teasing her friend's vagina and lower belly mercilessly through the thin material of her white nylon panties. Doris pressed harder down against the cushion, and she could feel the warm wetness of her secretions of the soft cheeks of her buttocks as her friend's fingers worked more firmly against her vaginal mound. Indecision arose again in her brandy-fogged mind but the pleasurable sensations of her friend's lewdly moving fingers rationalized away the danger. It felt wickedly good . . . only the pleasure and no danger.. . and she closed her eyes tightly for a moment, resigning herself to the delicious feelings of excitement coursing through her body. It was almost as though Maisy was touching her naked body, but still she felt she was safe. Maisy could not get beneath her skirt without forcing her, and Doris didn't think her neighbor would try. Surely she would go no further... but suddenly she gasped in surprise!
Maisy had removed her hand from her lap and was moving it gradually under her buttocks from the side. Her fingers searched obscenely in the deep, hidden crevice between her buttocks, ruthlessly teasing at her moist little slit of her anus through her thin skirt and panties. Doris squirmed slightly away as Maisy's middle finger began a gentle stroking motion, pushing the folds of her skirt moistly up into the warm throbbing slit up between her softly trembling legs. A gush of shame washed over the black-haired woman as sudden waves of indecent pleasure overcame her desire to resist. Maisy Cramer, sensing her friend's tacit surrender, became bolder and softly slid the skirt up the backs of her thighs so that she could penetrate the trembling softness underneath. Doris could already feel the light tickling sensation of the material sliding from between her thighs and the cushion ...
"No..." she breathed thickly. "No, you mustn't Maisy. We're two women! It... It isn't right."
"Pleasure is the only thing that's right," Maisy replied huskily. 'The rest is just bullshit." She wasn't about to stop, especially because of the ever-weakening pleas from the woman she planned to lewdly possess in every way she could. Her one hand beat an ever-increasing tempo against her own obscenely spread vagina, while her other hand increased its stroking probe of the panties between Doris's unconsciously parting thighs. "You like what I'm doing, I know you do. Your cunt's so hot right now that you're on fire."
Doris's breath caught in her throat and her denials of the truth came out as helplessly mewling sighs. She could feel her skirt rising faster now, though it was still not visibly apparent to her gaze. She lifted inadvertently as a fingernail scratched the softness of her gently quivering inner thigh, and her skirt slid upward more rapidly in response to Maisy's middle finger. Suddenly she gasped aloud. There was no more skirt! Maisy's hand covered all of the tight wet crotchband of her panties and was snaking up under the elastic leg-band and worming between the moist hot lips of her pussy. She squirmed against it, holding her breath as desire ran away with her mind. Her whole body quivered until her helplessly impaled vagina became accustomed to the lewdly invading finger probing at the warm wet softness of its tender walls. She could feel its moisture covering the palm of the hand beneath her buttocks as it ground imperceptibly up into her loins.
Maisy's hand moved in circles around Doris's passion-seething cunt, then sucked suddenly up into her fearfully trembling vagina expanding her tight little hole with each new thrusting, taunting rotation. Doris was almost out of her mind, wildly thinking she couldn't stand this maddening teasing of her genitals another moment! She was ready to do anything Maisy wanted her to do in order to quench the fire raging through her tightly contracting vagina. The sight of the red-haired woman masturbating beside her with her thighs spread lewdly wide upon the couch, and her middle finger fucking up into her own hotly seeping cunt without mercy were just too much!
"I thought so," she heard the other woman say. "You do like me finger-fucking your cunt. I can tell it by the way your sweet little pussy is twitching. Just the same way they twitch when you're fucking yourself, right?"
Doris's face grew a bright red. It's true, she thought tormentedly. She jerked forward slightly as Maisy's middle finger thrust further up inside the tight elastic opening of her cunt, feeling wild electric shocks of pleasure stabbing through her. Ohhh, God, yes... it's too true. . . She ground involuntarily back against the lewdly probing finger imprisoned licentiously, as Maisy began a gentle rocking motion to which her own body responded in time.
Maisy smiled triumphantly to herself and kissed Doris's small curvaceous ear tenderly. She sensed that from now on she could do anything she wanted to, and she vowed that she'd make her neighbor so hot that she'd offer no resistance to John when he finally joined them. "You've got a wonderful body," she whispered. "Let's get naked ..."
"Oh, God, I can't," Doris panted between clenched teeth. "We... we mustn't go any further. Ohhh, we mustn't!"
"Yes, we must. We want to, Doris, that's why. Here, I'll undress you. I'd like to do that to you . ..
The lewdly enticing words strangely excited Doris, and she knew she wasn't able to fight against the other woman's forbidden actions. Already her body had betrayed her, for she couldn't stop the rocking of her moist, widespread loins against the finger sliding lewdly up between them, and she could only groan in surrender as Maisy Cramer gently pushed her down upon the wide soft couch. Her uncontrollably aroused loins undulated in tiny circles and arched upwards from her panty-covered cunt as she felt a sudden desperate yearning for more of the wickedly exciting sensations.
"No... oh, no... " Doris groaned, but it was too late. Maisy was standing beside her, stripping off her own thin housedress, and Doris saw that the brazen redhead was without a brassiere as well as panties! The sheer decadence and daring of such indecency only added to the thrilling abandonment of the moment, and she moaned as her eyes once more feasted on the moist, crimson-haired curls of Maisy's nakedly exposed pussy. Unwanted saliva formed in her mouth as she allowed her gaze to rest upon the woman's voluptuously rounded breasts and their pink, rock-hard nipples. She made no protest as the woman came to her again and sat down beside her on the cushion, but was only able to moan and squirm with a horrible uncontrollable response when she heard Maisy's soft coaxing voice in her ear.
"Now you Doris . . . Oh, now we'll make you naked..."
Doris was desperately aware of Maisy Cramer's hands snaking swiftly around her body and raising her sweater to her neck. She could feel the cool rush of air against her skin as it was pulled from her shoulders and dropped in a soft heap to the floor. The snaps of her brassiere came next, and she heard a faint sigh of lusty appreciation from Maisy as the flimsy cloth landed on the sweater and her full white breasts were bared entirely. Then her neighbor leaned over her, and with one swift downward jerk opened the zipper of her skirt to the top of her buttocks. Fingers hooked in the tight elastic waistband of her white nylon panties and slowly pulled them down over the softness of her full rounded buttocks, gathering them with her skirt and letting them drop in the small skimpy pile of her other clothing.
There was nothing left. Doris lay before the other woman completely naked, and she felt close to fainting as Maisy's lips pressed warmly into the naked flesh of her belly. The sudden wet contact sent a chill racing the length of her spine, and she lay frozen to the couch, her surrender complete as she watched the woman's wet pink tongue slowly circle her navel in perverse preparation for the lewd ravishment about to take place.
"I'm going to make you cum, Doris," Maisy whispered seductively, crawling onto the couch between the soft white flesh of her trembling thighs. The moist pink slit of her nakedly defenseless vagina was presented up to the woman's hungrily leering face in helpless sacrifice. "I'm going to make you cum like you've never dreamed of cumming before ..."
Maisy slowly placed her palms flat against the insides of Doris's legs as her thumbs rested on the soft fleshy folds of her pussy. Then, with a slow, torturing outward movement, she drew Doris's softly glistening pussy lips apart to expose the moistly cringing hole to the mercy of her gaze. She watched it greedily for a moment, and then with a groan of savage desire, she dropped her head and buried the full length of her tongue up into the warm throbbing walls of the dark-haired cunt.
"Oh God, nooo! Don't do that to meeee!" Doris cried out. "Not that! Don't, don't kiss me there! Noooo!" Her head was up off the cushion, watching in horrified disbelief as Maisy's head rocked in lewd delight down between her wide-splayed legs below. A soul-searing moan escaped from deep inside the tormented teacher's chest, her buttocks grinding desperately down upon the cushions as she tried to escape the maddening assault.
"Oh, please, Maisy, please don't. .. " she whimpered, trying hopelessly to screw her buttocks back down from the hotly flicking tongue that licked without mercy at her vagina. Maisy's only answer was a lewd giggle from her wet lips and a further stab up into the tight fleshy cuntal slit, sending tiny goosebumps rippling across Doris's softly quivering belly and full heaving breasts. Oh God, Doris thought, she was being defiled in a way she'd never dreamed possible in her most wicked imagination! Great tears of shame welled in her eyes as she listened to the lewd wet sucking sounds Maisy was making down there between her wide-stretched legs, yet in spite of her shame and revulsion, her buttocks jerked back involuntarily as spasms of delicious sensations coursed through her raw nerve endings.
"Oh, no! No, it can't be! Oh God, noooo ..." The cruel realization slowly came to her that her body was rapidly beginning to desert her. The impact brought further cries of horror not only at the thought of the obscene practice she was committing with another woman; but at the more frightening and humiliating thought that she was actually enjoying it! She clenched her teeth tightly together and fought with all her will against the tiny licking little sparks of desire that threatened to burst into sudden uncontrollable flame and devour her in her helplessness. But it was a losing battle as Maisy Cramer mewled and licked ceaselessly at her naked wet loins down below.
"It can't be ... it can't be happening..." she groaned to herself in undisguised humiliation, her head flailing tormentedly from side to side as the redhaired woman's tongue continued to spear hotly in and out of the involuntarily dilating lips of her rapidly moistening cunt. Yet the tiny wisps of forbidden pleasure were growing ever stronger as the wide-stretched tightness of her throbbing cunt was hungrily consumed, and uncontrollably, she screwed her buttocks in small grinding circles so she could feel all of the wicked sensual rape of her helplessly stimulated flesh, shuddering with delight as the lewdly slaving woman taunted the tiny wet nub of her clitoris and gently sucked it up into her mouth. Ohhh ... she had never known anything in the world like these sensations... they were so different, so wickedly overwhelming. . . She moaned in utter defeat, curling her hands tightly into Maisy's auburn hair, for suddenly there was nothing else in her world except the lashing tongue which was so seethingly licking at her passion-excited vagina. Forgotten was the horror that it was a woman who was doing it to her, forgotten now were her shame and humiliation. All that mattered to her now were the wild riveting shafts of pleasure that were piercing through her flesh like tiny prickling needles of fire.
Maisy Cramer sensed her neighbor's submissive surrender, and with a salacious little grin, she insinuated her pink wet tongue deeper up into the quivering hot sheath of her now moistly welcoming cunt. She could feel the soft silky pubic hair grazing tantalizingly against the tip of her nose and the sides of her cheeks as Doris ground her buttocks in undulating rhythm up against her mouth. She was hers now, the redhead gloated as she watched excitedly the uncontrollable lewd contortions of the teacher's unbearably pleasure-filled body. The little blonde bitch was hers ... and her husband's!
Doris squirmed and bucked under the maddening torture of Maisy's wildly flicking tongue and lewdly sucking lips until she thought her heart would pound up out of her chest. She raised up off the couch again, locking her hands tightly behind Maisy's head so she could pull the woman's wet punishing tongue deeper up into her thrashing loins. Between her thighs was one mass of burning wet sensitivity, growing more and more intense with every passing second, spiraling up to a pinnacle that would soon explode in gigantic rolling waves of pleasurable sensation.
"Ohhhh, yesss ..." Doris moaned in ecstatic delight.
"Oh, Maisy, you make me feel so goooddd . .. Yes, yes, suck my cunt.. . suck my cunt until I cummmmm!"
Her hotly throbbing vagina flowered open wider and wider and her moistness increased with each further second that Maisy's tongue worked up between her long-wide-stretched legs. Her wetness ran in slight warm trickles down the side of the mouth pressed tightly up into the softness of her pussy, then down the inside of her smoothly gripping thighs into the soft inner flesh of her obscenely jerking buttocks. So enveloped in warm lewd sensations was she that Doris never heard the front door open and John Cramer enter . ..
John was still in his bathrobe, but as soon as he'd shut the door, he dropped the robe and stood naked, his heavy, desire-hardened penis jutting massively out from the dark thick hair of his loins. He had been standing behind the door his wife had left purposely ajar, straining his eyes while watching and waiting, until he couldn't stand it a moment longer. He had tried to wait until his wife would signal to him, but the sounds of their lewd wet sucking and heavy breathing and moaning had worked his lust-burgeoning cock almost to the bursting point.
The man walked barefoot across the sound-deadening carpet until he was standing beside his nakedly kneeling wife. Then he reached down and with an affectionate motion rubbed the palm of his left hand along her quivering buttocks dipping his middle finger tenderly between then to slide up through the wet, hot slit of her excitedly seething pussy. Maisy Cramer never ceased or faltered in her mad licking of Doris's cunt, for she knew the touch of her husband and the familiar feel of his finger sliding up into her pussy in the special way he had. She smiled inwardly to herself as she slavishly tongued the smooth, softly fringed pussy flesh before her - John had arrived and now would join in, and none too soon either! She was close to orgasm, and the way her girl-friend's pussy was secreting, Doris wasn't too far off herself. . .
John's dark eyes glittered with lewd desire as he gazed down at the passionately writhing nakedness of his neighbor, Doris Larson. Her sweat-glistened breasts danced invitingly as she squirmed on the couch, and her dark, curling pubic hair was almost entirely hidden by his own wife's voraciously sucking mouth. His breath spewed in short, heated gasps from between his open lips as he watched and moved closer, lightly stroking his lust-hardened cock with his right-hand fingers. His eyes locked on his neighbor's full sensuous lips that were muttering nothings up into the air from her lust-tortured needs, seeing how wet and moist they were from her tongue swirling around them as she lay panting heavily beneath his wife. He wanted to shove his cock down in between those lips, and he shivered as the mere thought of that soft wetness of her mouth closing around him caused his tortured penis to jerk and almost ejaculate where it jutted erectly out over her breasts.
Leaning on the couch and lifting a leg up over his still madly sucking wife, John Cramer positioned himself with his legs on either side of Doris Larson's neck and his long hard penis stiffly throbbing directly out in front of her face. Her passion-fogged eyes suddenly cleared as she felt his weight come down against her, and she gasped at the shocking view before her of the pulsating sperm-filled ridge running beneath his thickly erected shaft, and his testicles lying gently against her heaving breasts. She tried to twist away, but his knees were snug against her sides, his buttocks resting heavily down upon the firm resilient mounds of her breasts, making movement of any kind all but impossible. His thick, lust-crimsoned cock-head pressed harshly against her chin, teasing wetly along her lips, and still she couldn't move.
"Wha...?" she gasped in terror. "John? What.. . what are you ...?"
"Joining the fun, Doris," he chuckled down at her, taking her head between his hands and firmly maneuvering it so that her mouth leveled even with the blunt tip of his cock. "Suck it, bitch! Suck my damn prick!"
"No! I can't!" the cringing woman pleaded. "Don't . ..please don't make me," she whimpered. "Please don't."
"Suck me," the man demanded lewdly. "Suck me off until I cum in your mouth, you bitch!"
"I won't, I can't," Doris spat back tearfully. She rolled her head as far as she could from side to side, and tried desperately to draw up and close her thighs from Maisy's continued assault of her cunt. "Get off of me! Both of you, and let me goooo!"
John Cramer pinned her harshly to the cushion, his great weight pressing her down into immobility. "Listen, Kid-raper," he snarled angrily at her. "You suck me and suck me good... or Troy Shane's mother is going to hear how her son fucked you yesterday! You understand?"
"Oh God! Oh God, no you wouldn't do that to me!" She gasped in horror at the shocking threat which spewed from his half-leering face.
"Damned right I will! I'll shove my prick in your mouth anyway .. . and then I'll ruin you forever in Appleton!"
Tears of humiliation streamed hotly down the teacher's cheeks as, in bitter shame, Doris realized that her neighbor would do exactly what he threatened. Oh God, it had all been a trap - she could see that clearly now. Maisy had been lying the whole time - John had been home, and he had come over and been overhearing her entire sordid confession, and now they were blackmailing her into submitting to their every dirty whim! And there was nothing she could do to stop them, not without trapping herself in a still more horrid situation. And it had all been caused by her own perverted doing!
Doris limply ceased her futile struggles, her original mind-gripping panic slowly becoming a feeling of hopeless defeat. There was nothing she could do but give in . . . yet as she relaxed in helpless surrender, her traitorous body, aided by all the brandy she'd drunk, again began reacting with involuntary arousal to the hungry mouth insinuated deeply in her wetly throbbing cunt. The sensuous tinglings from Maisy's viciously flicking tongue, skillfully teasing her quivering erect clitoris, caused her to writhe her buttocks defensively downward against the cushion. But her efforts to escape the increasingly erotic sensations were all in vain, her hips responding of their own volition by rhythmically squirming up around the lips playing tantalizingly in her soft, vibrant vaginal flesh.
"Well... ?" John taunted evilly. "Are you going to suck me? "
"Oh God.. . what else can I do?" she whimpered pitifully.
"Nothing, bitch. Nothing at all! And you better suck me good!"
The beaten teacher groaned under him, fighting to keep control of her rising physical excitement as the convulsive teasing flames of her heated desires began to race again through her naked quivering loins and belly. "Yes... Yes, I'll try," she whined between tightly clenched teeth.
Her tongue flicked out hesitantly, the tip coming into warm wet contact with the hotly throbbing head of John's cock. She circled it about the smooth, rubbery flesh as he groaned and twisted above from the cruel teasing she was unknowingly subjecting him to. The tip of her slowly searching tongue found the tiny opening at the end and darted wetly up into it, feeling it already moist from the tiny droplets of seminal fluid seeping through his madly rising excitement. The sharp male odor and not unpleasant taste caused her mouth to salivate and her nostrils to flare slightly. She began planting moist warm kisses around it, beginning at its tip and tracing a path down the full throbbing length of it to the base and then wetly back up to the tip again. She played longer than she knew she should, not being able just yet to bring herself to take its full, thickly throbbing length up into her mouth.
But John Cramer could stand no more. He gripped Doris's head with his hands and pulled it forward against his lust-enraged cock. The frightened teacher mumbled in terror and revulsion and tried to shake her head away, but he held her tight and she could not move. She could only clench her teeth and lips tightly together and try to keep away, but he was not to be denied. As he increased his pressure, it felt as though her lips were being pushed back through the sharpness of her teeth. Cramer groaned and struggled against their softness, feeling them parting bit by bit, until suddenly with the aid of an extra lewd tonguing by his wife in the teacher's fever-pitched wet pussy, Doris gasped involuntarily.
The broad thick penis crushed through her soft moist lips and into the wet warm cavern of her mouth. She could feel the hugeness of it slithering up the length of her tongue and filling her mouth completely with its thick fleshy hardness.
John, in his lust-incited state, began to slowly screw his cock up and down in her mouth, with his thick penis sliding lewdly in and out of her tightly ovaled lips. His hands held her head in a vise-grip, with his palms now pressed against her ears. She struggled mentally against the obscene rape of her mouth, but it was useless as her ruthless neighbor quickened his thrusts to match those of his wife so obscenely sucking her wet unresisting cunt behind him. He never quite pulled all the way out, but always left a slight part of his desire-swollen cock lying beyond her lips in the hot moist shelter of her mouth.
Doris closed her eyes, her humiliation knowing no bounds. She tried not to think about what she was doing, but it was impossible not to. John Cramer's sperm-heavy balls slapped lewdly against her chin and the sharp male smell of him in her nostrils was a constant reminder of the cruel depraved attack to which she was being subjected.
"Suck, you bitch, suck," she heard him command harshly way up above her head, "suck!" . .. and she did.
Her lips slowly began to nibble at the hard fleshy instrument thrusting far into the back of her throat now, and she coughed and sputtered at first until she became accustomed to the unnatural invasion. The saliva in her mouth grew and grew. It was becoming slightly sticky now as small emissions of lubricating fluid seeped from the end of John Cramer's penis and up into her warmly sucking depths. She could feel his buttocks grinding down upon her lewdly writhing breasts, and his fingers curling tightly in her hair as he forced her mouth up and down over the end of his hard thrusting cock. Doris could feel his penis stretching and expanding inside her mouth until there was no room left, and she moaned piteously around it as it thrust forward hard down into her throat as though it were trying to meet his wife's lashing tongue skewering deep up into her vagina from below.
Maisy Cramer was working slave-like up between Doris's wide-splayed thighs, her tongue withdrawing and plunging, withdrawing and plunging, making wet sucking sounds with her every wicked thrust. She pushed her face farther up into the soft wet folds of her cunt, sucking and teasing gleefully with her nipping teeth, while Doris writhed and churned her buttocks in uncontrollably mounting desire. With a lewd and triumphant satisfaction, Maisy could feel the muscles of the other woman's thighs hollowing and contracting around the sides of her cheeks as she licked and sucked at her with a greedy untamed animal lust that threatened to drive her completely crazy, too.
Maisy Cramer spread her own legs wider apart and drew them up in a loosely kneeling position, then reached down between her breasts and thrust her middle finger up into her own wetly flowering cunt. She massaged her wildly throbbing pussy in pumping circular motions as she continued to suck in time to the cruel buffeting of the naked woman's body impaled between her and her husband. Oh, God this was exciting.. . ! She could feel herself building toward her climax, and began to suck faster and harder at Doris's passion-tormented cunt, licking mercilessly at the warm smooth passage and the hard, throbbing clitoris.
Doris Larson had never felt so utterly used and debauched in all her life, and she sucked John Cramer's lust-engorged cock with her mouth and wriggled her buttocks wildly down against Maisy's lewdly licking tongue in an effort to end it as quickly as she could. There was nothing else but that now, nothing but to please them as best her defenseless body could, and pray it could be all her cruel neighbors would demand.
Yet Doris slowly felt a rising tide of passion beginning again deep in her quivering belly. The very hopelessness of her position and the total surrender of her naked body brought tiny strange ripples of fire dancing through her shattered nerves. She licked and sucked at the thickly swollen cock embedded in her mouth, even as she felt her own naked belly stirring with newly-building pleasure. Her hips were squirming beneath Maisy's tongue, helplessly, not able to resist the wetly exciting impalement of her loins. She moaned as she prayed her body would not betray her in this way. She couldn't give them that satisfaction, too... but despite her fervent efforts, her body was slowly changing into a nerve-tingling mass of totally female sensation.
My God, Doris droned through her torment. What's happening to me? I've got to fight it... I can't give in, not to this!
Her eyes were still tightly shut, as she fought the lewd sensations rippling through her helpless loins. Unfamiliar waves of pleasure began creeping forcefully through her. She fought against them with all her strength, but the inhuman Cramers pursued and tantalized her relentlessly. A fire was building in her that she could not control and in the end it was the very thought of her helplessness which surrendered all of her fever-pitched body. An excited moan escaped her lips, betraying her submission to her tormentors.
"Yeah, kid-fucker," she heard John sneer down at her. "Yeah, you love a man's cock, now that you've got it. Go ahead, tighten your lips around it and suck harder," he hissed from above, his voice coarse and thick with passion.
Doris did as he said, feeling at the same time the excitement growing wildly from the mean, debasing thought of her mouth being used in this way by John while his wife sucked her cunt down below. Doris sucked his aching cock demon-like, swishing her tongue with vengeance around and around the hotly throbbing head sliding in and out of her roundly ovaled lips. She sucked to end it, the masochistic joy of being abused like the lowest of all whores permeating her body as tingling submissive mewling sounds came from her lips locked tightly around his cruelly thrusting penis. He was going to pump his lewd white sperm up into her mouth until it ran from the edges of her lips in heated white trails, over her chin and neck and down onto her breasts. She whimpered mutely with a mixture of shame and delight. Her cunt throbbed momentarily up against Maisy's slaving mouth at the thought of her plight, and she sucked wetly on John's penis screwing up mercilessly into her face . ..
John groaned incoherently above her flailing head, pushing his hands tight against her cheeks. He wanted her to make him cum and he wanted to make her swallow it so that she would always know that he had bent her completely to his will, that he had dominated her like no young boy could dominate her again. He flexed his loins in and out at the lewdly rounded hole formed by her ovaled lips, and rolled his buttocks around on her yielding, hard-nippled breasts. He watched wild-eyed from above as the glistening red flesh of his penis disappeared up between her hotly clasping lips as if it were another hungrily nibbling cunt in which to vent his animal-like lust. He could feel all of himself, every nerve he possessed, pulsating and throbbing up between her lips and into the moist cavity and warmth of her saliva-filled mouth.
His loins were growing unbearably hot and his lust-hardened cock ached with the pain that demands release and still she sucked, keeping his hard swollen penis in her mouth and burying her face in his loins until he knew it was the end. The pressure building in his balls slapping so lewdly against her chin, as she worked in her humiliation and her own growing desire, was excruciating and unbearable, and his cock seemed to inflate and lengthen beyond anything it had ever done before.
And then suddenly, there was a jerk in his loins and nothing in the world could have stopped the liquid white flow that was rushing hotly up from his aching testicles and out the tip of his wildly jerking penis. He gripped Doris's head tightly between his hands and shoved his cock far back deep into her throat. She groaned beneath him as the first needle thin spurts of hot, fiery semen flooded into the back of her mouth, filling the warm moist cavity and bloating her cheeks until they almost burst. Her throat worked gluttonously, swallowing and sputtering to keep from choking on the shooting white sperm as he emptied himself relentlessly up into the depths of her tender cringing throat.
Doris's body worked beneath his, her thighs opening and closing against the sides of his wife's head. She knew she was on the brink of orgasm as she arched her back, the cords of her neck standing out like steel tendons. Her face contorted around John's still squirting penis, and a low gutteral moan erupted deep in her belly and escaped around his lewdly driving hardness.
"Hmmmmmmmmaaaaaaahhhhh!" and then again: "Mmmmmmaaahhhh!"
Doris felt as though she were losing her insides as the fluid of her own orgasm gushed out around Maisy's deeply flicking tongue deep in her cunt. She could feel the other woman thrashing in the throes of her own climax as her heated secretions ran wetly down the crevice of her buttocks and down to the cushion below. She gave one last gasp and then collapsed down around the straddling redhaired woman, dropping her legs like heavy weights to each side of Maisy's body. She Jay absolutely immobile, her arms and legs splayed out uselessly like a rag-doll, still able to feel the wetness and thickness of John's throbbing penis in her mouth.
For a long moment, their heavy breathing was all that filled the living room. Finally John Cramer climbed off her, his now deflated cock slipping wetly from between her cum-flooded, glistening lips. His wife Maisy lifted herself away from Doris's ever-stretched vagina with a moist sucking sound, and Doris lay alone on the couch, her legs still spread licentiously, the cool air a soothing relief to her tongue-ravished loins.
John Cramer stood beside her, looking down with a slow grin twisting his sex-flushed features. 'That was pretty good for a beginning, I'd way."
"I ... I could kill you," Doris said sullenly. Trying vainly at one last attempt to save her pride, she closed her thighs and crossed her arms over her breasts.
"Just try, bitch," he snarled at her. "Let me know when you're ready, and I'll have Troy Shane's mother here to referee."
"Let her alone," Maisy said. "She's had enough ... for now."
"Yeah ... for now..." Her husband broke into a wide grin. "But anytime me or the Missus wants some more of you, you better be ready and willing. Understand?"
Doris rolled over onto her face and began to sob uncontrollably. She heard them laughing as they dressed, and then she felt a sharp, resounding slap across her naked buttocks. The shock stung painfully, startling her, but she didn't turn over, not until she heard the front door close and knew they were gone.
For a long while the cruelly deceived teacher lay unmoving on the couch, shame and revulsion once more filling her tormented mind. Tears blurred her swollen, guilt-stricken eyes and flowed wetly down her cheeks to soak the cushions of the couch. Yes, she had had to submit, but she couldn't deny that the Cramers had reached her before they were done. The blood rose in her face as she recalled vividly their unmerciful, cruel conquering of her body, and her own lustful performance under them. She had actually wanted a woman to suck her pussy, and the taste of a real man's penis thrusting into her mouth ... Oh dear God, what had happened to her? And worse ... what would become of her if the Cramers demanded more? And they would; she knew they would come back time and time again, and there was no way she could prevent them! No way at all!
Al last, in utter despair, she fell into an exhausted, half-drunken coma of sleep .. .
CHAPTER SIX
Doris Larson was late for her first period Driver's Education Class on Monday. She hadn't been sure whether she could force herself to face the regular world or not, but on Monday morning, she had showered and dressed almost out of habit, and driven to the school as if nothing had happened to her the weekend before.
Nothing had happened to her? Dear God, how could she even think of her inexcusable seduction of young Troy Shane Friday afternoon or her despicable submission to Maisy and John Cramer's lewd fucking on Saturday morning in terms of nothing? She had spent the balance of that horrible day and all of Sunday trying to forget the vicious blackmailing assault made upon her defenseless body by her cruel neighbors, and failing that, of how best she might escape their clutches again?
But even now, after nearly two days of soul-searching, Doris was no closer to a way out of her dilemma. A hasty, feigned sick-call would only delay the inevitable. Sooner or later she would have to go back to work, and in the meantime, the Cramers would be much closer to her, living next door. A quick resignation would do more damage than good, she feared, for a sudden leaving of town could easily result in a bad recommendation from the school board, and then she'd never be able to teach again! And without her restraining presence to stop young Troy Shane, the boy might openly brag, and her abrupt departure would lend truth to his obscene tales! Worse, she simply didn't have the money to travel far enough away from this nightmare ...
Perhaps it was her pride, her stubborn resolve not to be beaten by her position that still fought desperately for survival in some dim recess of her mind. Whatever it was, Doris knew deep inside herself that the only chance she had was to stay in Appleton and stick it out. Somehow she had to find the strength to see this nightmare through and pray that things didn't get any worse. Lord, how could they get any worse than they already were?
And yet - God! How could she hope to have the nerve to face the students and teachers at Poly Tech with a clear heart and smiling face? Her disgrace, she was certain, was as conspicuous as the sun itself. It wasn't fair! All she'd done wrong was yearn for Troy's once-innocent adolescent body in an overwhelming moment of uncontrollable passion. Just because she had weakened to her unspeakable impulses and had brought fantastic pleasure to the both of them, now she was forced to surrender her body on command to that brute of a man, John Cramer, and his sadistically lewd wife, Maisy. Still, even as she thought these things and recalled the deplorable episode on her own couch Saturday morning incident by incident, she knew she wasn't as filled with hatred or loathing for the Cramers as she should have been .. . and this was frightening her even more than the horror of her situation. More terrible to her was her own indefensible performance, for deep down inside, she had to admit to herself that she had not merely succumbed to John and Maisy's perverted lusts, she had willingly joined in, bargaining her body to their bestial desires with abandoned wantonness' God, how low had she sunk? How much further could she possibly go... ?
Doris drove the Driver's Education car speedily toward the school, a thick lump clutching at her throat and her eyes constantly threatening to burst into tears. God, if only she hadn't given in to her own lecherous passions which had risen seemingly out of nowhere to take command of her senses! If only she hadn't seduced young Troy Shane on his own mother's bed last Friday afternoon! If only she had been a stronger person inside and not allowed the strange, persistent new passions to blind her! None of this repugnant nightmare would be torturing her now, If only! She had only herself to blame, but she knew it was like crying over the proverbial spilt milk. It had happened, and there was no turning back ...
She whipped the sedan into the parking area of the school and glided it to a stop beside the curb space reserved for her. With trembling fingers, the tormented woman lit her third menthol cigarette that morning, still afraid of going into her class, even though she was late. Troy Shane was in there, part of her first session . .. Troy, with his lean, developing muscles and beautifully formed young body and his eager, boyish penis which had been so hard and erect for her . . . My God, how could she go through with it? She had to, for her own survival and safety. Later, after she had killed any wild rumors he might have inadvertently started with his inexperienced bragging, and had collected enough paychecks to make a trip possible, she would ask for a leave of absence and then never, ever return to Appleton. But that would be at least a month away, and in the meantime she would have to act calm and settled and innocent. Even if it meant that she would surrender herself to her neighbors' carnal abuses time and time again, she knew she must not show the slightest sign of what was going on, not if she was ever going to have the chance of picking up the pieces of her shattered life and rebuilding it somewhere a long, long way from here .. .
And the first step was to face young Troy Shane and the others. She tapped out the butt of her cigarette, raised her chin high and climbed out of the car, taking deep breaths to steady herself as she walked proudly toward her classroom.
Doris saw Troy Shane almost immediately as she entered and walked to her desk. He sat in the back of the room with two of the worst ruffians in the whole school, Chris Baley and Ron Clarke. Troy was grinning a horrible cocky smirk and his two muscular buddies were also wearing smug little knowing leers. Even as Doris looked their way, she saw Ron lean over and whisper something to Chris, and then they both broke out into a meaningful series of suggestive snickers.
She turned away, feeling the blood rush to her face in a brilliant blush of shame and embarrassment. Her throat was tight and dry, and she knew that if she didn't sit down her legs were going to buckle under her. All but collapsing in her chair, she rapped her fist on the desk for attention automatically, while in her mind loomed the appalling thought that Troy had already talked of his sexual adventure with her! Dear God, they knew what she had let him do to her! What was she going to do? And yet. . . she gritted her teeth and resolved to go on ... !
Suddenly, she heard herself say, "It . . . It's group drive again today, boys and girls. And the storm's passed, so it will be a good day for practice. Now, who am I taking this morning?"
Chris Baley rose slowly, still grinning from ear to ear. "Why, Mrs. Larson, according to the chart, you've got me and Ron and Troy to teach."
What? Oh God. . . oh no! Not all three of those smart-aleck kids! But then came the thought that if they were with her, she perhaps could learn exactly how much they did know. Yes. .. and she would keep them away from infecting the rest of the class, until she had time to collect her defenses, at least. . .,"All right, then why don't we get started right away, considering that I'm already a little late this morning." Her voice unwavered, and with a certain crispness of tone, she added: "I feel better with you three trouble-makers out of the classroom while I'm not here, anyway. Edna? Will you act as monitor this time?"
A thin, horse-faced girl with pigtails and buck teeth stood up and nodded bashfully. "Yes, ma'am. What is the lesson for us?"
"Page 77, the fifth chapter," Doris instructed. "How to properly use the brakes."
"When I'm in a car with a girl," Ron interrupted derisively, "my foot may be on the brake, but my mind is on the clutch!"
The class broke out in a wave of snickering and giggles at his crude bit of humor. Doris, feeling her face flush again, rapped her knuckles on the desk once more, ending the laughter abruptly. 'That will be all, class!" she snapped. "When we come back, there will be a five minute quiz on the lesson, is that understood?" She surveyed the crestfallen teenagers for a moment, and then turned to the three boys. "All right. Let's go to the car."
As soon as they were outside the building, she said, "Now, today I don't want any trouble out of any of you, is that clear? Ron? Chris? Troy?"
"Yeah," Troy said along with the others. Man, she's going to get nothing but trouble! he thought, his young mind already angered at the sharp, caustic tone she'd used on him and his friends. If there had been the slightest hesitation on his part about going through with the plans to drug and then rape her, they melted in the heat of his wounded adolescent pride. "Who's driving today?" he asked her, apparently calm and indifferent. "Can I?"
"No, you drove ..." Doris swallowed the heavy lump in her throat. "You drove last Friday, Troy. I think we better let Ron go first."
"Gee, thanks," the older boy said sarcastically. He fingered the marijuana-filled pack of menthol cigarettes that the three of them had laboriously worked on after they'd left the Cramer home the other day. It had been a simple task to scoop out all the regular tobacco, grind up the marijuana so that it was as fine as the normal, brown leaf, then mix the two together and refill each filtered cylinder until the casual eye couldn't detect any difference. The boys had figured that because Troy had driven before, it would be either Ron, or Chris who'd be picked; Ron had taken the pack, but if Chris had been chosen, he would have slipped the drugged cigarettes to his friend before they'd gotten to the car. But as it was, now all he had to do was exchange them at the right moment...
They climbed into the car, Ron behind the wheel and Doris next to him, her purse conspicuously placed beside her, in between them. Troy and Chris got in the back. "Now, Ron," she told the boy beside her, "I'd like to see how well you can drive in residential areas, with all the cross traffic and little children to watch out for. Why don't you head toward the new housing development north of here?"
"Okay," Ron said. He turned the car around in the drive and headed for the exit at the opposite end of the lot, eyeing his innocently unsuspecting teacher out of the corner of his eyes. He had the packet of marijuana cigarettes wedged between his legs now, having taken them from the pocket of his coat. . . if she'd just go for one of hers, he thought sadistically, if she'd only open her purse and reach for her own pack, then I could. ..
As if reading his lewd mind, Doris sighed and suddenly felt like she wanted another cigarette to help her remain in control of her ragged-edged emotions. She opened her purse, and as the snap-clasp was heard parting in the silence of the new car, Troy suddenly shouted: "Hey! Hey teacher, look at that!"
Doris, her nerves on a razor's edge already, reacted with a startled twist of her head. "What?" she gasped, trying to see where young Chris Baley was wildly pointing. "What is it? What's the matter?"
Quick as a flash, Ron switched the packs, stuffing the cigarettes he had prepared in the exact same position in her purse as her regular pack. He slipped her stolen pack into his pocket, gesturing as he did so by shifting gears of the standard transmission in order to hide his movements.
"Aw, I guess it was nothing," Troy said, trying to suppress a wild feeling to laugh. "Gee, I'm sorry if I shook you up, Mrs. Larson."
"It was... It was nothing," Doris said, shivering involuntarily. God! She had to get a better hold on her nerves than this! She turned around and picked up the cigarettes, and because she was so upset and preoccupied with her own problems, she never noticed that the pack she held had more cigarettes in it than before . ..
She lit one, inhaling deeply in grateful relaxation. The soft warm smoke curled around in her lungs .. . Doris frowned, staring at her cigarette as she realized that it had an odd, unfamiliar taste. She wasn't used to this peculiar flavor, but as she experimentally inhaled another breath of the smoke, she found it not unpleasant. Again, she thought, it was probably only her nerves, and the cigarette was exactly the same as all the others. Besides, she thought as she smoked the drugged cigarette unmindfully, she was relaxing as she had hoped. The longer she smoked and the more she held the curling fog deep down in her lungs, the more her fears and horrors were beginning to dull...
The houses and streets glided by in a colorful, almost lulling pattern now, and she found herself leaning against the seat in a soothed, relaxed manner. She smiled as she looked out the window, and then she sat upright, jerking herself back to reality. "Ron," she snapped, "You're not going to that housing development like I told you to!"
"I'm not?" the boy said, a look of surprise on his face. "Well, gosh, Mrs. Larson, I thought I was. There's one real close by and I thought you meant that one for sure!"
"What's the difference?" Troy asked from the back. He leaned closer, resting his hands on the top of the front seat. "One tract is as good as another."
"Yeah," Chris chimed in. "At least let him take you to this one, Mrs. Larson. I mean, since it's close and all. Who knows, maybe it'll be better for you to teach us in."
"Well..." She didn't know exactly how to answer, a strange fuzziness seeming to have slowly overtaken her mind, blurring her thoughts. She was beginning to think something wrong was going on . . . but in her marijuana-induced daze, she couldn't quite fathom what it could be.
"I turn here, and it's just over the rise," Ron persisted, wheeling around the comer and heading up a gentle hill. "Right over the rise ..."
"Oh ... oh, all right, I guess," Doris said, capitulating to them. It seemed so much easier and nicer to do as the three young boys wanted, anyway. "There's not enough time to turn around and go to the other place by now. It'll have to be here," she sighed, and leaned back again.
The unsuspecting teacher continued to drug herself with the marijuana-filled cigarettes, lighting another one in chain-smoke fashion as soon as she'd finished the first. With each drag she took, Doris could feel herself mentally unwind a little more, almost to where she was feeling as though she was not the same person as she'd been a few moments before. She was someone else and it frightened her a bit, but she couldn't be bothered to think about it now. The smoke was deliciously warm inside her chest, and she wasn't overly concerned with anything now except the delightful tingling of it deep in her lungs. She couldn't understand why this was happening to her, but she could begin to feel the heat of the cigarette and the throbbing of the auto engine pulsing through her body as she sat, and they were stimulating her loins like a very gentle massage. She could sense that there was a warm, seeping wetness spreading slowly between her inner thighs, and without realizing what she was doing at first, she opened her legs slightly to gain greater contact with the car seat. She squirmed downward against the cushion, feeling the rounded edge of it push her dress and panties up into the deeply parted crevice of her buttocks, the roughness brushing soothingly against her tiny, rising clitoris. She found herself inadvertently rubbing herself softly against the seat, working more of her thin, white panties up further between the soft moist lips of her gently pulsing vagina as Ron drove. Her body rocked in an almost imperceptible rhythm, in time with the throb of the automobile motor and the pumping of her heart, which had become a fearfully loud beat in her ears now . . .
God, what was she doing? This was so peculiar, so confusing.. . Doris looked out of the comer of her eye at young Ron Clarke, making sure that the young boy wasn't noticing her strange behavior. God, as soon as she returned to school with the boys, she was going to report sick and go home, she told herself miserably. Something must have snapped in her mind this weekend, and she must really be ill, not only in spirit but in body as well. Why couldn't she stop this odd, almost indecent squirming of her buttocks against the car seat.. . ?
Suddenly the car began to bounce and sway, throwing her from her gently undulating position. Doris abruptly woke up to the fact that they were off the paved streets, and were driving along a narrow secondary road of mud and gravel! "Ron!" she gasped in surprise. "Where on earth are you taking us?"
"Hang on for the ride, Mrs. Larson. You'll see soon enough," came his low, snickering response. "Just hang on, we're almost there!"
"Where?" she questioned, an apprehensive twinge rippling through her belly. "Answer me, young man! Where are we . . . ?"
"Up behind one of Mr. Cramer's construction sites," Troy chuckled from the back seat. "Where it's nice and quiet and nobody around to bother us!"
"But. . . but why?" she gasped, her mouth wide and her eyes round with shock.
" 'Cause we all want a little more personal teaching, Mrs. Larson," Chris jeered derisively. "The kind you gave Troy here last Friday!"
Doris felt her face flush instantly at the vile sound of his words, stiffening at his reference. Her confidence of a few moments before faltered and, in spite of herself, she could feel tiny butterfly-like sensations flitting suddenly through her stomach. She shut her eyes tightly, her humiliation knowing no bounds. "Oh God," she moaned uncontrollably. "Oh God, no . .. !"
"What's the matter, Mrs. Larson?" Ron Clarke teased from the front seat. "Your pride all shook up because me'n'Chris found out you like to be fucked by young guys like us? Now, I wouldn't worry if I were you, on account of we don't plan to tell nobody. That is ... if you're nice to us!"
"If you know what we mean, Mrs. Larson," Chris added with a sneering grin.
Doris's stomach knotted and convulsed as if it had just turned over. She had gotten the young boys' meaning all right; there was little question of what they had in mind to do to her. Still, she sought to play naive.
"And . . . what does being nice to you mean I have to do?"
"Fuck us!" she heard Troy Shane spit viciously, her eyes and ears refusing to accept the foul obscenity he'd mouthed. "Fuck all of us, even me again! Drop me cold after you got your kicks like I was no good, will you, huh, teacher? Well, maybe three of us can satisfy you, Mrs. Larson!"
Doris felt her mouth twisting into a harsh, cynical smile. The ghastly truth hit her bitterly, that her attempt to undo the harm she'd caused the young boy the first time by telling him they couldn't make love again had backfired tragically on her. Now she was being placed in a position of forcibly giving her body to two other boys as well as Troy in order to avoid still a worse fate. Suddenly she felt nauseous, as vivid memories of Troy Shane crouching over her, with his hardened, young penis sliding up into her wetly accepting vagina came flooding back to her marijuana-hazed mind. Momentarily she feared she would vomit right there in the car, the blood draining from her face, as the car jolted to a stop.
"We're here, teacher," Ron said. "Everybody out!"
"Yeeeehhh!" Chris yelled, piling out of the back door. "Get Mrs. Larson over here where it's soft. Quick, Troy, get the blanket out we hid and spread it out on the ground for our lovely teacher. We wouldn't want her to get dirty!"
Abruptly, Doris leaped out of the car, her body and partially drugged mind reacting in one last desperate bid for escape. Her eyes rolled uncontrollably in her head and her legs wavered as though supporting a body ten times her size. The boys moved to block her path, and as she tried to pass them, they reached out with their arms and held her back.
"Let go! Oh God, I beg of you! Let me goooo!" she screamed, the tears now flowing in torrents from her fear-stricken eyes. "Oh, don't do this to me!"
"Why, Mrs. Larson, you're upset over nothing," Troy said, pretending to pacify her. "Now, you just think how nice it was after I got my prick into your snatch last Friday . . . remember?"
Doris struggled weakly for another moment, and then all resistance ceased in her muscles and flesh. The three young teenagers guided her slowly to the blanket and pushed her limp body down upon it. She lay, arms and legs askew, looking glassy-eyed straight up at them. Her dress had snaked up over the tops of her nylon stockings, showing the firm smooth flesh of her flaring full hips, and the white nylon crotchband of her panties was visible up between her loosely spread legs. Tiny dark wisps of soft pubic hair could be seen coming out of the elastic leg bands stretched tight from the pressure of the position in which she lay on the blanket.
"What's happening to me?" she moaned incoherently. "What's happening to me?" She tried to move but she couldn't; her body refused to follow the directions of her mind. She could see all three boys standing spread-legged over her, all of them with lewd grins etched obscenely on their beardless, youthful faces. It was strange; she was fully conscious and yet could not seem to move! Her eyes could see and her mind could understand and yet she was helpless!
"Ain't she a beauty, you guys?" Troy said in a husky, savage delight. "Jesus, wait until you see her naked, without none of her clothes on! Man, what a sight!"
"Ohhh, she is some fine piece of ass, all right," Chris said with almost obscene reverence.
"Remember, I won the coin toss yesterday, fellahs," Ron said with undisguised glee in his high-pitched young voice. "I get to fuck her first!"
Doris's dress was hiked way up to her cringing, panty-clad pussy, and the full ripeness of her upper thighs and belly were clearly visible to the gaze of the three adolescent boys. Ron ran his tongue around his lips wetly, enjoying his moment of triumph and the torment his luscious teacher stretched out before him was going through: Chris Baley moved around so he could see more of the mysterious dark triangle that was teasingly visible through the thin sheer nylon of her panties, and he promised himself that he would be the second to ram his prick between her legs and up into that moist secret hole those panties were concealing from his eyes.
The older woman's legs scissored mindlessly open and closed as her body weakly fought the deadening effect of the drugged cigarettes she'd smoked, and with every move she made, Troy Shane could feel his slender young cock hardening in his pants. Man, he couldn't wait to fuck her too, and shit, it was high time they began!
"Come on, gang! Let's get her clothes off before we all cream in our shorts!" he called to Chris and Baley lewdly. "Man, I want to see all of her naked again!"
Doris closed her eyes tightly as she felt the humiliation of six pairs of groping young male hands move over her, stripping her clothing away. They eagerly unzipped her thin dress from the neck down to the top of her buttocks like she was a store window dummy being skinned of the latest fashion, peeling the material from her and throwing it haphazardly to the mossy grass beside the blanket. She clenched her teeth tightly together, fighting off waves of nausea as they drew her thin nylon panties slowly down over her full rounded thighs, lifting her buttocks in order to let them pass and slide down her legs. Her brassiere came last as Ron took each cup in his hands and tore it away brutally, her firm, full breasts suddenly bursting free like ripe succulent fruit ready for harvest. The tiny pink nipples hardened involuntarily as they hit the cool autumnal air, standing up like dainty pinkish buds of a spring flower ready to quiver into bloom. Then the boys stood around her again, sighing and gasping like hot young animals as they stared down at the woman's naked body spread voluptuously and defenselessly before them.
Their spiritless teacher cowered in the center of the thick blanket, her arms clenched tightly to her sides. She felt her nakedness as a great shame covering her like an evil cloak, one that couldn't be dislodged no matter how hard she might try. But soon it would be replaced by something more obscenely vile; the young immature bodies of these three students who were hovering breathlessly over her. They were now savage little boys who didn't care who she was, other than a defenseless belly into which to shove their long, youthful shafts of indecent hardness and spew their lewd boyish sperm. She was no more than a common whore to them, one upon which their young, almost untouched bodies were about to satiate their warped sexual desires. Great tears of self-pity swelled through her tightly clenched eyes and rolled silently down her cheeks. Her mind suddenly rebelled again, the pain of her shame and suffering overwhelming the fear of their threats and the terror of their combined youthful strength. She couldn't go through with this!
"I won't do it!" she suddenly screamed, opening her eyes and looking straight up at them crowded around. "You can't make me do it! You can't!"
"We don't have to, Mrs. Larson," Chris snickered cruelly. "You're getting hot inside all by yourself, and you know why?"
"Because of the cigarettes, teacher," Ron said in answer. "Because I slipped a pack of special cigarettes in place of yours while you weren't looking."
"And they were filled with marijuana," Troy added maliciously. "Marijuana and Spanish Fly!"
They could have struck her, and the impact would not have been greater! Doris flung the back of her hand across her gaping mouth with the realization of their words, feeling the delicious sensations of before continuing to torment her entire being. But now she understood what they were and why she was feeling them! "You . . . you didn't!" she moaned. "Oh God, not Cantharides! Not that! It's. . . It's a deadly poison, sometimes fatal! God, no ... no ... no .. . !"
And then as she stared upwards at them wide-eyed with horror, she watched in an unwilling inflamed half-stupor as the boys unbuckled their pants and took them off, flinging them aside. Then slowly, almost torturously they slid their underpants down their legs, their stiffened young penises suddenly jutting out at her from their youthful loins like three hardened lances poised to spear her defenselessly cringing belly without mercy.
Ron Clarke removed his shirt with small fumbling fingers, staring with panting breath down at his cringing teacher, his boyish eyes gleaming with undisguised rapaciousness. His lean young chest was covered with the fuzz of developing hair, and his short, fat cock jerked straight out from beneath an overhanging roll of baby-fat on his tender lower belly. "Well, Mrs. Larson? Are you ready for me?" he lewdly called down at her. "Are you all hot and ready to fuck?"
"No ... oh God, nooo!" she wailed, her own eyes bulging in terror. Whatever they had thought they had fed her, it clearly wasn't working! Dear God, marijuana and Spanish Fly together weren't helping at all, and she wasn't ready for the boy! The very thought of the young boy's hands coming near her naked body was sending shudders rippling through her body, and her stomach-clutching dread now advanced to near hysterical panic. She could feel tiny beads of perspiration begin forming along the hairline of her forehead, and she clamped her legs tightly together and drew them up in an attempt to hide her fully exposed vaginal mound between them. She was almost wishing in fevered anguish for the drug to work, so that she could face their monstrous blackmail and her own paralyzing guilt with at least the saving grace of unconsciousness.
"No, Ron, no, please, don't do this to me!" she groveled, begging him with tear-streaming eyes as he dropped down on his knees beside her. "I'm not ready yet! I'm not ready!"
And then - suddenly - she was! But not in the way she had hoped for or even expected. The first piercing warning of the betrayal of her woman's body was when the young boy leaned over her throbbing belly with adolescent eagerness and began to run his soft, uncalloused hands over her fearfully cringing flesh.
Doris's reaction was violent!
A deep, electrifying series of shocks ripped through the ragged nerves of her body like a thousand tiny devils stabbing with needle-like pitchforks. The gleefully tormenting devils prodded wickedly along the inner softness of her thighs, causing her to jerk her legs outwards on either side and involuntarily grind her buttocks into the blanket. Searing hot flames licked tauntingly at her nakedness, but her writhing undulations were futile in cooling the hellish inferno, and the fire continued to rage out of her control, through her panty-less belly and loins. She quivered and twisted, her mind struggling hopelessly against the heated pinpricks of passionate sensation which were teasingly following the course of the boy's lewdly exploring fingertips.
She played cruelly with her naked flesh, as a young kitten might torment a helplessly trapped mouse. He looked up and winked at the other two boys, all of the youngsters delighted with the hopeless battle that was obviously raging within the desperately straining teacher writhing on the blanket there below them. Then young Ron placed his thumbs on both the fleshy outer lips of her nakedly unprotected cuntal slit, and slowly pulled them wide apart until all of her tightly clasped, hair-fringed vagina was exposed to their lusting view.
Doris lay holding her fevered breath, fighting with all her moral strength, determined not to show the betrayal of her body to them, no matter what they did to her. The three young boys above her might conquer her flesh, but she vowed that they would never conquer her spirit, as Troy alone had done last Friday afternoon. She would never consciously desire them, no matter how many drugs they gave her! But even as she geared her mind to resist, her defenses were melting quickly away.
Even the feel of cool autumn air rushing over the rising bud of her exposed clitoris was sending new thrilling sensations rippling up through her nakedly quivering belly and out the nipples of her throbbing breasts. She groaned, feeling whirlpools of swirling passion drowning out the debasing humiliation of the strange young hands roaming over her nakedness. The straining muscles of her thighs relaxed loosely against her will, her hotly pulsing breasts rising and falling heavily with her labored breath and quickening pulse.
Ron's tongue licked nervously at his thick upper lip, while small beads of sweat were forming over his face as he watched the gradual transformation of the woman helpless beneath his stroking fingers. He had not been too sure that Mr. Cramer's special marijuana would work as prophesized, but now he couldn't question a gift like this - only a fool would! And shit! His prick was ready to burst in half; he couldn't wait a moment longer to fuck his teacher! He pushed the naked woman's unresisting thighs wide apart with the soft palms of his hands and crawled eagerly up between their white ripe fullness.
"I'm going to fuck you now, Mrs. Larson," he hissed up at her. "I'm going to fuck you like Troy fucked you. Ready or not, here I come!"
The devils danced faster around the soft tender edges of Doris's lewdly wide-splayed cunt as she felt the boy's weight press down upon her involuntarily responding loins. Her eyes looked down between the pulsing mounds of her breasts and locked with unwilling greediness upon the thick boyish penis throbbing in hard erection from the youthful body kneeling above her. Suddenly forgotten were her fears and shame; suddenly forgotten were her vows of resistance! She needed only one thing now - she needed that young boy's cock up inside her more than anything else in the world! Her vagina suddenly felt to her like a great hot tunnel of flesh in desperate need of being completely filled.
Even as her marijuana-hazed mind fought the obscene sight of the hunching youth's naked body hovering between the slimness of her widely spread thighs, Doris's legs kicked out uncontrollably and her heels curled around his slender hips. She jerked forward wildly, pulling his body with a grunt heavily on top of her passion-drugged body. He guided the thick, blood-filled head of his cock straight up into her warmly moistening pussy, his youthful weight smashing her with a deep moan down into the soft earth below the blanket. He levered up, suddenly ramming his boyish hardness as deep as it would go up into the clasping, milking lips of her warmly welcoming vagina. His tender young testicles smacked lewdly against the upturned cheeks of her buttocks, his plump hairless stomach boring hotly into the yielding softness of her belly.
"Ahhhh . . . !" Doris moaned in a strangled voice. "It feels so good, Ron! Oh, you feel so good in me! Ahhh!" She wanted him deeper, deeper up inside her wetly quivering cunt, and she reached up both her arms and grasped his young buttocks in both her hands to drive his penis up to its hilt. "Fuck deeper! Fuck me deeper, you darling boy! Ohhh, fuck meeeee!"
Doris groaned in frustration, splaying her legs wide out over the blanket's edge to give the boy greater access, but it did not help. She felt as if she was a bottomless pit of writhing naked flesh, and he - he was too small!
As if in apology, Ron Clarke rammed his tongue deep into her wide-open mouth, the saliva drooling down her throat. She sucked at it in wild frenzy, her body caught up in a whirlwind of savage raw lust that she had never known before. His jerking young cock pistoned into her mercilessly, bringing gasps of pain as his youthful pelvis smacked up against her soft smooth woman's loins, a heavy thud resounding up to the other two naked boys with each lust-crazed thrust he made up into her passionately throbbing belly.
Then, suddenly, as she bucked uncontrollably beneath the boy, she felt Ron's plunging young penis stiffen without warning and spew its white-hot liquid far into the hidden recesses of tormented womb. She groaned with her building frustration, for he had cum too soon . . . much too soon! She was almost at the peak of her climax, but that peak was an infinitesimal hair-breadth away. She strained crazily for it, but the boy's dead weight collapsed heavily across her still yearning belly, his uselessly deflated young cock sliding out from between her lewdly churning thighs. She buffeted her wet, sperm-flooded cuntal lips up against it angrily, tears of frustration running down her passion-inflamed cheeks. But Ron's soft rubbery flesh gave way limply before her anguished last upward thrusts, and he rolled satiated from her body, breathing heavily with satisfaction.
"Jesus, you guys! She's gone mad! One of you, quick, get in her cunt before she tears me apart!"
"Geez, that grass old man Cramer gave us sure is the ever-living end!" Chris gasped as he moved over toward her. "I've never seen a dame go this wild before!"
The drug-induced fire burned on in Doris's lust-inflamed loins, even as she waited expectantly for young Chris to take his buddy's place. Her eyes were glazed in frightened uncontrollable desire, all thoughts of sinking into unconsciousness fading from her mind. Now she wanted to be aware of each and every moment! She wanted to feel all the youthful penises fucking into her cunt and filling her belly with great torrents of hot, boyish cum until she could feel it shaking around inside her - Hurry! Oh God, hurry . . . her mind droned senselessly .. . Hurry up and fuck me... !
In a foggy distance, she could hear the hurried rustle of the blanket as Chris now leaned up between her thighs. Then . . . hands searching over her, roughly pulling her thighs wider apart, and the feeling of a weight crawling up between her impatiently spread legs . . . Urgent little fingers drawing apart the wet throbbing lips of her hungrily twitching vagina . . . and suddenly the exciting blunt stab of another hard young cock sliding moistly up inside her frantically dilated cunt!
Her whole body twitched and writhed uncontrollably on the blanket as she groaned in abandoned welcome to the punishing young penis sinking deep up into her pussy. Her face contorted with passion, and cries of ecstasy bubbled from her tightly clenched teeth.
"Ohhh, Chris ... Oh fuck me too! Fuck me hard! Hard, you darling child! Fuck meeee!" she gasped in delirious excitement.
Chris slipped his hands under the full rounded moons of her buttocks, raising them and, at the same time, straining his young cock forward up into her with all the strength of his boyish hips and thighs. His teacher moaned incoherently and wound her warm and smooth legs lewdly up around his hips as he thrust himself into her. The smooth, velvet folds of her vagina held him, squeezing tightly around his hotly rigid hardness until she could feel every inch of his slender, pulsing prick. This was madness she had never dreamed about, a total surrender to the lure of the flesh! Her drugged mind reveled in her wickedness and she screwed her buttocks up tight against the youthful loins until she could feel the tantalizing tightness of his small young testicles pressing hard into the moist, wide-splayed crevice between her ass-cheeks. His soft, hair-covered skin danced teasingly against the nakedly sensitive ridges of her tiny puckered anus, sending shivers of lewd delight surging through her fluttering nerve-endings.
"Ohhh yes, darling! Fuck me hard! Give it to meeee!" Doris begged, gasping. There was nothing else in the world, no tomorrow, no yesterday - only this deep dark smothering of lust and flesh, of naked belly smacking against naked belly, of a teenage cock sliding in and out of a mature woman's cunt . . . she was rapidly approaching her orgasm, and her body had become more like an animal, no longer human as she twisted and contorted, lewdly spreading her legs wide apart and spurring the boy on with the heels of her feet digging into his hips.
Doris saw a brilliant flash of light, and though she didn't know what it was or where it was coming from, she clenched her eyes tightly shut to block it out. Through the haze of marijuana and passion she was vaguely aware that someone else was entering the circle of boys, but nothing mattered to her except the young body driving into her from above.
"God damn," she heard a voice like John Cramer's breathe. "Look at your fucking teacher move!"
"Yeah, that grass you gave us really did the trick, Mr. Cramer," Troy Shane's-like voice laughed in a high-pitched triumph. "But what are you doing here, and with that camera?"
"Oh. . . let's just say that since this is my land, boys, I like keeping a record of what's going on. Is that all right?"
"Sure, Mr. Cramer," Ron said beside the man. "Anything you say! You want more than just pictures, maybe? You come up here to have a little of Mrs. Larson too, like us?"
"Well, now, if you three don't screw her to death, maybe I will. After all, that's not much to pay for the special marijuana I gave you, is it?"
"Fine by me, Mr. Cramer," the Troy-like voice answered through Doris's haze. "I want to see that stuck-up teacher of ours get banged within an inch of her life!"
The puzzling voices continued as the remarks became more lewd by the minute. But it didn't matter to the older woman, not the slightest bit. Her body was white-hot, and her head flailed wildly from side to side, her mouth open in total abandonment. The onlookers were forgotten as she swung her naked thighs up and clasped them on Chris Baley's hips with the backs of her claves, winding her tapered legs all the way around his youthful body. Her ankles locked tightly together high upon his back, spiraling her ravenously hungry vagina up the full slippery length of his madly plunging penis.
"Jesus, just look at that tight pussy climb!" the John Cramer voice gasped hotly as another bright camera flash filled her eyes. "Don't split it, Chris, boy. Don't split it! God damn, I think I will join in! Save some for Big Daddy here!"
Doris's body drove on unheeding. She was almost ready to cum again and could not stop. Those tiny relentless devils danced unmercifully deep down in her belly, probing the hot, tingling walls of her freely seeping vagina with the fiery tips of their three-pronged forks. Perspiration was pouring from every pore of her body as she strove wildly for that end - but then - it happened to her again!
Chris clamped his mouth tightly down on hers, stifling a long, low groan that wanted to swell to a shout, as he began spewing his hot sperm deep up into her already sperm-slippery passage. She could feel his youthful seed spurt up into her in great gushing torrents, deflating his young penis with each white-hot surge. She was still just seconds away!
"Nooo! Noo! Wait! Wait!" she sobbed with frustration into the boy's open mouth. Her bare feet pounded desperately against Chris's spent and unresponsive body, and then he, like Ron, rolled from between her still madly gyrating thighs to lie exhausted beside her on the blanket.
Doris was beside herself now, the end was so near and yet so far. She kicked her legs out wide into the air, her own hands fingering ineffectually the hair-lined slit of her nakedly gaping cunt. She dug into herself greedily, trying to reach the impossible depths of the two vanquished young cocks that had a moment before betrayed her to the demons of unfulfillment.
The bright white flashed struck again and again - and then suddenly her ankles were grasped by big heavy hands.
"Come on, baby. Big Daddy's gonna show you what a man-sized fuck is all about!"
Doris gasped at the force of the powerful grip, and looked up through the narrow, hazy slits of lust-smoked eyes. It was John Cramer! His flushed, jowled face leered down at her from between her wide-held thighs, a cruel animal lust in his eyes that momentarily froze the woman's quivering body into stillness. She lay immobile while he levered her unresisting legs up off the blanket in an arc far back over her head, pressing the toes of her feet harshly into-the ground on either side of her head. Her tortured body was nearly bent back double, the pain of her straining muscles almost unbearable. The glistening, flattened plane of her vaginal slit was presented like a bound maiden in sacrificial offering to him as he poised over her in a push-up position, his hands holding her ankles to the blanket.
"I got the camera, Mr. Cramer!" Doris could hear Troy shout with glee through her pain. "I know how to use one like this, too! So jam your pick up to her tits! I want to take some good shots of this!"
"Well, baby?" Cramer Sneered down at her cruelly. "Ready for something bigger and better than little kid's pricks inside your cunt?"
Doris shuddered, seeing for the first time the massive length of his hard, throbbing penis as it aimed straight at her helplessly uptilted vagina. She was torn between the hot desire still scorching her nakedly unsatisfied pussy and the quick twinge of shame and fear that flickered through her confused, drugged thoughts. She rolled her head from side to side, tears of frustration and indecision streaming down the edges of her flushed cheeks.
"Well, come on, Miss Boy-raper," Cramer taunted the squirming woman held in the helpless, lewd position beneath him. "Big Daddy wants to dip it in. What do you have to say to that?"
"Fuck me," Doris hissed through clenched teeth, the fire licking through her naked loins spurred on by her sheer hopelessness and the obscene position the man was holding her in. Through glazed, heavily lidded eyes she could see the others as faint, smaller forms standing over them by the edge of the blanket, but they were unimportant - the fires of unfulfilled lust raged out of control in her madly pulsing cunt, and nothing else mattered to her at all.
Troy Shane grinned obscenely and tripped the color camera he was holding again and again. A smile of evil triumph lined his small, thin, boyish lips.
"Go on, you son of a bitch! Fuck me, I said!" Doris screamed up at John's nakedly leering form, and wriggled her own buttocks at him in lascivious, unmistakable invitation.
The corrupted drug-running neighbor of hers needed no further invitation. His body dropped heavily down on her lewdly twisting form and smashed her full, pulsing breasts tightly back onto her chest. His thick masculine hardness plunged savagely up between her widespread pussy lips and into her hungrily waiting cunt like a battering ram, pushing the unresisting moist folds of her inner flesh in rippling waves before its cruelly searching head.
Doris cried loudly at the quick, brutal impalement, surprised by its thickness, sensing herself tighten up into a cringing ball inside as she'd always done at the feel of a man's huge size. But then, for the first time in her life, her frigid terror was only momentary, and the greedy wet walls of her cunt clasped hungrily around the fully developed man's penis, slithering eagerly up to devour its hotly throbbing length to the hilt. His testicles smacked into the wet crevice of her buttocks, and she groaned not in frightened pain but in lust-impassioned relief! John Cramer began a heavy, deep fucking up into her lewdly grinding vaginal passage, and she opened her mouth to cry, not in cold resentful resistance, but in warm, abandoned ecstasy! She had been so close before, and now she was ready to accept all of his thick, expanding cock digging maddeningly up into her desperately yearning cunt.
"Ohh God! Oh God, fuck me harder! You're . . . you're making me cum! Ohh, fuck me harder!" she pleaded in a voice shrill with passion. Her hands darted behind his driving buttocks, pulling-him in maniacal frenzy deeper and deeper up between her widespread loins, her warm female wetness flowing thickly out around his hard-pumping cock and down the crevice of her buttocks.
"Give it to her, Mr. Cramer!" the young voices around her goaded excitedly. "Shoot your balls in her good!"
Spurred on by Doris's frantically twisting body beneath him, John Cramer fucked more deeply up into her, forcing her tortured legs farther and farther back over her head, doubling her in half, fucking into her in a lust-crazed frenzy out of control. Bright flashes continued to fill her eyes as finally Doris could feel her climax spiraling up through her defenselessly straining flesh, and her hot wet cum flowing in unrestricted spurts down the full quivering cheeks of her bouncing buttocks.
"Ahhhggg! I'm . . . I'm cummmmmming! Oh, oh God, Oh God! Ohhhh, I'm cuummiiinnnggg! Aggghhhh!" She could feel the heaving man above her release his own orgasmic sperm, as hot waves of his thick white fluid shot deep up within her wildly dilating womb, mixing lasciviously with the pool Chris and Ron had throbbed into her before. Her head whirled in depraved sensuality as the hot powerful squirts surged wildly into her nakedly jerking belly, filling her to the bursting point with its creamy warmth. The tingling wet walls of her vagina clasped and unclasped desperately, milking at the man's lewdly spasming penis like a sucking, starving mouth.
And then . . . then it was over as suddenly as it had begun. Doris's firm woman's body was drained of everything, her limbs collapsing loosely on the blanket as John Cramer's grip on her legs was finally released. She lay lewdly spread-eagled as she felt his heavy male weight lift from her nakedness, and a rush of cool air flow over her passion-soaked flesh. The older man's voice spoke in the distance as she faded into a deep, peaceful unconsciousness.
"Take your turn now, Troy. She's far from dead yet, and I need a couple of shots with imagination. Show what you can do, kid. Show me what you can do with your teacher!"
CHAPTER SEVEN
Naked, Doris padded barefoot into her bedroom from the" bathroom where she had just finished taking a long soapy shower. She had douched first and then carefully cleansed all the rest of her flesh free of the drying thick sperm left from the multitude of cummings of the three young boys and John Cramer. Toweled and powdered with talcum, she slipped into a thin satin lounging robe, thinking with a strange cynicism as she did that it had been a honeymoon gift from her ex-husband. God, when had Peter been part of her life? A thousand years back? A millennium ago?
She stood in front of the mirror, letting the soft folds of the robe fall loosely down around her nakedness, and inspected her reflected body. There were masses of light-colored bruises around her inner thighs, and her full pink-nipples breasts were painfully raw even to her lightest touch. She slipped her hands down farther, trying to tentatively feel between the swollen inflamed lips of her savagely abused vagina. She moaned slightly from the dull painful spasm which lanced from her pussy up into her belly, but now she was thankful that at least her fingertips no longer became moist from warm white sperm. God if she became pregnant, she wouldn't even know who the father was!
Yet, as sore as her cruelly ravaged genitals were, Doris was more intent upon inspecting her firm naked body for signs of moral dissipation. But strange, she had to admit, nobody would know by looking that she'd just been fucked half crazy by three teenagers and a grown man . . . She could remember the almost dream-like trance into which she'd fallen after her first orgasm. Time had become a meaningless blur to her after that, a merging of seemingly thousands of different penises all thrusting up into her belly time and time again. Her body had continued to react with climax after climax as her neighbor and her three students had bent her to their lusts, but her mind had long since been shattered, and she had only been able to follow mechanically as they had used her defenseless flesh between them. She could barely recall John Cramer taking her home and dumping her on the bed. There was another, hazier memory of the three young boys telling him that they would return to school and report that their teacher had suddenly been taken sick . ..
Doris turned away from the mirror, tying the robe tightly around her body and starting for the kitchenette, attempting to stifle an impulse to laugh hysterically. Sick! My God, after untold hours of being raped by four animal-like males, what woman wouldn't be sick! And there was no question that it had been rape, she told herself as she turned on the stove to make coffee. Her natural resistance had been sadistically short-circuited by the aphrodisiac cigarettes that she had unwittingly smoked beforehand. Hurriedly, she mixed herself a cup of coffee and walked into the living room to sit down. She reached for a cigarette - then her hand froze, uncertain whether she was reaching for more marijuana and Spanish Fly or regular menthol tobacco. She shivered, withdrawing her hand to clasp the warming cup instead, feeling a cold clammy dread steal over her at the thought of what the insidious drug had caused her to do.
And yet, for all her bitter rationalizations, Doris was weakened by the reality of the facts. Drugged or not, she had willingly allowed her naked body to accept their brutal impalements and had eagerly spread her trembling thighs for them to slide up into her eager cunt! She could not deny the memory of thrashing mindlessly on the blanket, pleading to be fucked - and yes, fuck was exactly the right word - and the tremendous rolling waves of overwhelming passion which had wracked her highly sensitized flesh. The three young boys and their depraved older leader had actually felt good inside her, and no matter how degenerate and lewd it was, she could not deny the truth of it to herself.
In fact, as she sat and sipped her coffee, Doris was forced to admit that she felt nothing but utter and complete relaxation in the aftermath of the orgy. Neither hate nor revulsion had taken hold of her mind this time, as they had after young Troy Shane had fucked her or after Maisy and John Cramer had cruelly seduced her last Saturday. God, not only had she abandonedly reveled in the forbidden sordidness of a gang-rape, but it seemed to have lessened her tensions and soothed her nerves far better than all of her short-lived vows and broken promises! How ironical, the black-haired woman thought, that she once so sinlessly frigid and despising sex, should sit here and even think in such an obscene earthen manner. She chuckled to herself, feeling contented and satiated, almost grateful for the callousness which was beginning to thicken the mental skin of her once pitifully naive innocence.
She had changed, there was no doubt about that in her mind. Whether her horrible lessons in sexual awakening had been for the good or not was another matter, but she hoped that perhaps in another town she might be able to find a good decent man to whom she could bring the physical pleasures she had been so cruelly taught. Yes, by tonight she would be on a bus heading in search of that town and that faceless man, and some time next week she would mail in her resignation, using the reason of health which the boys had so thoughtfully set up for her already. She would have to hope the school board would believe her, for leaving here was her only chance. Even if she had to hitchhike, she had to go at once rather than stay here awhile, as she'd previously planned, for it was obvious to her that she was unable to trust either herself or anybody else when it came to holding her newly-discovered passions in moral check. One more day like this one in Apple ton and God only knew what kind of a sluttish whore she would become .. .
Her thoughts were interrupted by the doorbell ringing. She turned, blood draining from her face with sudden irrational fear. "Wh-Who's there?" she called out in a timid voice, clutching the robe tighter to her. "Who's there?"
"John Cramer," a husky voice responded. "Open up, I have to talk to you."
"God no! Haven't you done enough to me today? Go away!" she tearfully cried back at him. "Oh please, leave me alone and go away!"
"Open this door you little bitch!" Cramer demanded harshly.
"I . . . I'm sick!" A clammy iciness crawled up the young woman's spine, a premonition of what was going to happen to her if she opened the door. "C-come back tomorrow!" After I'm packed and gone . . .
"You weren't sick a few hours ago, Doris. I think you're bluffing!" A fist banged violently against the paneling. "Open this door or do you want the whole neighborhood to hear what I've got to tell you?"
"Oh God," Doris groaned, dread clutching at her insides. She was afraid to open the door, but she was now more afraid of what would happen if she didn't. John Cramer had proved he was totally merciless when it came to carrying out his threats. She stumbled toward the door, unlatching it slightly so she could peer out at the man standing on her doorstep.
"Jesus," Cramer snorted contemptuously and shouldered his way inside her home. Doris felt herself being pushed back against the wall from his brutally forced entry. "I've never seen such a woman for the pure-hearted virgin routine as you, I swear!"
"Now, wait a minute," Doris said, stiffening under his cruel references. "This is my house, John Cramer, and you can't just barge in like you own it."
"No you're right," John chuckled, slamming the door behind him. "The bank still owns this set of apartments. But by God, I sure do own you!"
"Wh-What do you mean?" Doris asked quizzically, sucking in her breath. "What do you mean, you own me?"
"Body and soul, baby! You'll do anything I say when I say it, and if you know what's good for you, you'll like it, too." A wicked gleam of salacious delight glowed in his beady eyes. "Right now I want you to come over to my place. Come just as you are in that slinky robe. Damn, it's just the right thing, I do believe. Just the right bit of interesting apparel to start things off with," he added, and slowly he licked his thick lips hungrily.
"I will do no such thing!" Doris gasped, stepping back from his hot roving gaze. She felt as if he had already stripped the robe from her and she were standing before the man absolutely naked. "I will not do anything for you!"
"Well baby, let's just see what you will do and what you won't." John pulled a cellophane packet from his inside pocket and tipped a set of color photographs into one hand. "I was in my darkroom since we, ah . . . last saw each other, developing some film. I'm thinking of making a number of sets to donate to the high school. They're all good material, like this one, for instance."
He thrust the snapshot in front of Doris's face, and as she involuntarily took it in her fingers, she suddenly realized to what the obscene man was referring. From deep in her subconscious came the remembrance of bright white flashes going off and the strange clicks in the background. Her passion-crazed mind had not related them to a flash camera at the time, but it was unmistakably clear now that that's what they had been. In horror, she glanced at the first one, seeing herself spread-eagled on the blanket, her heels pressing tightly into the ground. Her hands were tangled in Chris Baley's hair, pulling his young face tightly up between her lewdly widespread thighs where he was licking and kissing her with his lips and tongue. Every sinew of her body was straining for the final orgasmic release, her mouth hanging open and her face contorted with raw crazed lust.
"Or what do you think would happen if your class saw this one?" John Cramer chuckled cruelly as he tormented the woman with a photo of Ron Clarke fucking into her with his hard boyish penis. "Or this one?" he asked, "Or this ....?" showing her picture after picture and adding degrading descriptions of Doris's lewd actions with each. His breath was heavier now, apparent even to her that the pictures and the humiliation he was inflicting upon her was making him want her again. "This is a real gem," he taunted her with still another. "Perhaps the Board of Education would be a better place to send such a fine example of their teacher's hobbies."
Doris's head reeled from the humiliation of standing before this evil man while his lusting eyes absorbed every action on the glossy prints. She was almost sick from the detailed monologue he uttered, using the most lurid words imaginable in his filthy descriptions of them.
"Now baby," he said after he had filed through them all. "You see why I own you lock, stock and pussy? You'll do exactly what I want when I want it if you hope to keep these pictures private. And right now, I want you over at my house, you understand?"
Doris attempted one last desperate act of bravery, hoping to frighten Cramer into giving her the prints and leaving her alone. She looked him in the eye as coldly as she could, her courage spurred by her desperation. "Get out, Mr. Cramer; give me those wretched photos and get out. If you don't I swear I'll call the police and have you thrown in jail!"
"Hah!" John Cramer bellowed, "You call the police? Don't be stupid; you're the one in the pictures being fucked by an assortment of rather young high school boys. It would be the word of Appleton's leading businessmen against that of a woman who poses for dirty pictures!"
"You wouldn't dare!" Doris yelled, "You wouldn't dare show them!"
Cramer slashed his heavy palm brutally across Doris's face, knocking her back onto the couch. Tears sprang to her eyes as she fell back, and a slight trickle of saliva appeared at one corner of her mouth. "Don't ever tell me what I wouldn't dare, baby," he snarled down at her. "You give me any more trouble, and by God I'll have enough sets of these made to pass out to every student at your school and sell in all the bars from here to Mexico!"
Doris sat up in a state of shock and watched him as he stood glaring down over her. She dabbed lifelessly at her mouth with the fingers of one hand, wondering dizzily what she could possibly do now. My God! What other choice did she have? If she didn't do what he commanded of her, she would lose the last ounce of chance she might have to start a new wholesome life. Those pictures would haunt her wherever she went, in the grubby hands of young boys and dirty old men, and everybody would see her engaging in acts of unnatural love with mere children! Slowly she stood, averting her eyes from the man as she walked toward the front door.
"All right," she whispered in defeat. "I'll . . . I'll do whatever you want. But I want the pictures first."
"Not a chance, baby," Cramer sneered sharply. "They're my insurance you'll perform as ordered."
"How ... How do I know you'll give them to me if I do?"
"Why you can always trust me, Doris," the husky man purred. "I always keep my word."
He led her by the arm across the narrow walkway to his "town-house," a ginger grin of triumph spreading across his face. The sun was just setting down over the edge of the houses and presented a beautiful crimson and gold sunset to Doris, and the air was nippy and brisk, blowing a few scattered fallen leaves along the ground. A stranger would have thought we were married and going to call on our neighbors, Doris thought cynically . . . but if he'd happen to stay awhile longer, like I have to, he would then see that wasn't the case. Once inside the Cramer house, she saw that the carpet in the living room had been covered with still-softer, brightly-colored mattress cushions. Nice, she thought dryly, I won't have to hurt myself if I fall off in the heat of the battle . . .
She gazed up from the floor and scanned the room. John's titian-haired wife Maisy was sitting relaxed on the chaise longue wearing nothing but a flimsy pair of white panties and a see-through bra. She had her arm around young Troy Shane's waist in a seemingly affectionate manner, and Troy had nothing on but his underpants!
"Hiyah teach," Troy snickered, snuggling closer to the older woman's firmly rounded breasts. "Good that you got here in time for the party!"
"Yeah Mrs. Larson," Chris Baley said. He was standing with Ron Clarke, both of them nearly naked as their buddy on the couch. "You were so great we thought we'd have an instant replay. How's that strike you?"
"Just remember she's the star attraction, boys," Cramer chuckled lewdly. "You'll all get your chance again, but only after she'd properly warmed up!"
"M-My God! What is going on here?" Doris faltered, feeling as though she could faint dead away on the spot. "You. . . you're all here again?"
"That's right baby," Cramer hissed wetly into her ear. He gripped her arm and led her to the center of the mattress-strewn floor. "Like the kid said, you were so damned good today, we just had to have another go at you."
"Oh God! No ... " Doris groaned, her eyes wandering back over the three almost nude young boys and the curvaceous body of Cramer's wife. She began to tremble in unconscious dread; the foul intentions of what they were planning to do to her without even the benefit of more lust-inducing drugs chilled her to the marrow of her bones. They were all going to fuck her again, to fill her body with more of their lewd male cum until she screamed for surrender, but they would show her no greater mercy than they had before. She fought back the wild urge to scream at John Cramer and curse his sadistic wickedness. But no; she couldn't... she had to have that packet of pictures. There was no other choice . . .
"All right, the show now begins," John snapped commandingly. "Jesus, my cock is already so hard it feels like it'll bust in half in my pants. Doris, stand there while I train this lamp on you."
"But... but why?" she whined, lifting a hand to shield herself from the bright light which beamed directly on her. "Why do I have to stand like this?"
"Because you're the performer for tonight, dearie," Maisy giggled from the couch. "The stage has to be just right for the action! Now turn slowly around, like you were a fashion model!"
And because of the strong harsh glare which temporarily blinded her from the rest of the well-lit room, Doris wasn't able to see that there was another reason for having the lamp trained upon her body. As his wife maliciously spoke, John Cramer was already moving behind a large Chinese silk screen where he had hidden a super-8 motion picture camera. He chuckled lewdly to himself as he thought about the wonderful color porno movie he was going to be able to show at the next meeting of the mate-swap club of theirs! Weren't some of those naked perverted parents going to grab their asses when they viewed a local teacher fucking their darling little sons! Hot damn, he could hardly wait!
Doris bit into the flesh of her lower lip, trying to choke back her humiliation, and her bare toes curled into the soft material of the mattresses as she gradually revolved her body before the whole lusting group. She groaned, feeling the complete humiliation of her hopelessly trapped position.
Doris's shame at being so obscenely exposed against her will was threatening to break her down and she prayed for the strength to endure this obscene ordeal. She had to allow John and the others this further satisfaction before she would be free of them all for good. She squeezed her eyes tightly shut and fought with all her strength to overcome her dread, knowing that with the strong lamplight striking her thin robe, the three boys and the two adults could see all of her body's curves nakedly illuminated beneath it.
As she stood there so obscenely displayed to their lustful gaze, Doris felt a slowly rising tendril of excitement beginning deep in her fearfully trembling belly. The very hopelessness of her position and the debasing ravishment of her body that was sure to come brought tiny strange ripples of arousal surging through her tattered nerves. Against her will, her proud firm breasts beneath her long robe throbbed into warm taut roundness, and their dark nipples began to slowly erect hard against the material. My God, she thought deliriously, what's happening to me? She must fight with all of her strength! She mustn't succumb as she had under the aphrodisiac to the betrayal of her body! She mustn't let them win! She mustn't!
The robe felt like a filmy sheet of glass, and her pink-nippled breasts jutted out at the room full of voyeurs, pointing slightly upwards from the unwanted thrill she couldn't help feeling from her obscene exhibitionism. She could almost sense the young boys breathlessly moving their gazes up and down over her body from the gentle swell of her breasts to her small dimpled navel and then down over the sweeping sensual rise of her full rounded hips until they locked their eyes on the black curled lips of her tender pubic mound. The mere thought of their lustful stares on her all-but-naked vagina sent new churnings of erotic pleasure tingling upwards in her belly, and Doris could feel involuntary droplets of moisture seeping from the soft warm folds of her cuntal slit.
"Now baby," she heard Cramer growl at one side of her, "take off the robe. Real sexy like you were a stripper in a burlesque show. Come on! Do it!"
Doris's tongue darted out and softly licked her lips, moistening them as she gradually untied her belt. Ever so slowly, she slipped each of the robe's arms from around her bare satin shoulders and let the translucent sheath fall down around her body to crumple at her feet on the mattress, hearing the delighted gasps from both Maisy and the three boys in the room. She could feel a warm rush of air slide along her sensitive flesh, and her hands automatically rose to cover her exposed nakedness . . . but then she dropped them away quickly, knowing that there was no part of her body that these lewd people hadn't already seen. She stood passively for a moment, feeling shame and humiliation at standing totally naked in front of everyone, but then the very thought of her complete and full submission began to send more tingling ripples of excitement up through her nakedly displayed flesh. Unconscious of what she was doing at first, the curvaceous woman lifted her shoulders and held her head high again, feeling oddly delighted at being the focal point for their salacious pleasures. She would show them, drummed through her increasingly aroused mind. She would show them all she could do, no matter what they demanded of her. They wanted her to fuck then she would fuck! They wanted her to suck then she would suck! And why not, for she was certainly beginning to feel like the sluttish whore they wanted her to be, and there didn't seem to be anything she could do to prevent it! Why not enjoy it? Her tortured mind droned on as she gently and slowly exposed the quivering pink lips of her dark-haired vagina, the very helplessness of her position excusing away the weird masochistic sensations that were slowly building erotically in her belly and loins . . .
"On the floor now, bitch!" Cramer harshly commanded from behind his hand-held camera. "That's it, on your stomach! Now, spread your legs wide and put your hand up between them and play with that sweet little cunt of yours!"
A whimper escaped from the humiliated woman's mouth as she lowered herself in a supine position on the soft mattresses. "Oh God . . . not masturbate!"
"Do it!" he snarled down at her savagely. "Take your middle finger and put it in your cunt and your little asshole, just like you were lying in your own bed by yourself and thinking of the little kids fucking you! Make your pussy all nice and hot. . . and remember, if you don't you don't get what you want!"
The pictures! She must have those pictures no matter what the cost. . . She gently began to run her fingertips over her full rounded breasts, playing softly with the nipples, groaning as she felt her breasts involuntarily harden from her first delightful caress at their flesh. Goose bumps rippled along her skin, and in spite of her revulsion toward manipulating herself in front of all those greedily feasting eyes, her moans of humiliation were tapering into deep sighs of awakening passion. She had geared her mind for a more sudden brutal attack by the sadistic man or perhaps by one of the boys, but having to fondle herself was different; it was unexpected and subtle, and she felt shudders of unwanted pleasure beginning to course along her nerves. She pressed the outside of her knees flat against the mattress and drew her thighs as far up as she could, forcing her legs into a lewd crablike position that exposed the moistening pink slit of her pussy to everybody's hungry gaze. She slipped her middle finger down between the soft black curls of her pubic hair and slightly parted the fleshy lips of her cunt, sliding her finger lewdly along the plainly visible flesh of her tight wet vagina.
"Ooohh Goddd," she moaned through her gritting teeth. "This isn't fair, Ooohh, this isn't right!"
"More! More! You're not hot enough yet, my dear!" John's breathlessly watching wife shouted hoarsely. "Go on! Fuck yourself!"
Doris teased her fingers along the tender parts of her pussy, working her way up the full moist length of the narrow glistening slit to the tiny throbbing bud of her clitoris. She flicked the sensitive little bud until with a sudden gasp, she felt it begin a gentle involuntary jerking into hardness. She could hear John laughing at the foot of her mattress, still unable to see his camera because of the bright lights, but his cruel obscene urging driving her to manipulate her lewdly teasing finger still faster. She caressed herself slowly up over the tingling mound of her pussy then began another downward journey, finding to her fascinated horror that her gently undulating loins were reaching upward to absorb her soothing caresses. She dwelled in flicking enjoyment in the flexing hollow of her vaginal hole, sliding in and out as if her finger were a small hard penis again, causing a slow uncontrollable undulation of her thighs up from the mattress. The split of her loins splayed wider to the leering, lust-crazed view of her tormentors gathered around her naked body, and they lewdly sighed as she flicked her fingertip quickly down against the sensitive puckered ring of her anus, clearly exposed in the crevice between her full white ass-cheeks. The tight rubbery muscle clenched in delight from her touch and tried to screw itself further on her hand to gain more of her softly taunting probe.
Her toes squirmed below her self-fucking finger, no more able to resist the exquisite sensations that she was causing in herself than the rest of her finely aroused body was. She shut her eyes tightly as she fought against the lewd excitement rippling through her helpless body, the familiar waves of indecent pleasure creeping forcefully through her flesh against her will. She fought them with all her might, but the lewd strokings of her fingers pursued and relentlessly tantalized her tingling breasts and warmly seeping cunt. A fire was building in her that she could not control and an excited moan escaped her lips as unwillingly, she surrendered to the lewd self-debasement which flooded over her defenselessly naked body. She wallowed obscenely in the pleasure of her thrashing middle finger slipping in and out smoothly between the swollen, now warmly moistened cuntal lips, pressing her knees back hard against her breasts and wildly jerking her upraised buttocks wildly at the tormenting finger-fucking she was giving herself. Her facial muscles tightened as she added two more fingers to the first one, and then she clenched her teeth sharply together, pushing all three fingers up into the clasping pink folds of her vagina. They disappeared with a lewdly sucking sound, and a delightful moan of ecstasy bubbled up from Doris's straining throat.
Maisy Cramer gasped delightedly, and young Troy Shane tightened his massaging grip of her brassiere-encased breasts, eager for the excitement of what he was going to do to the red-haired older woman in a very short while. "Christ, ain't it time to really get going now, Mr. Cramer? Huh, ain't it?"
John Cramer lowered his eye from the viewfinder of his camera, his own face flushed and lined with beads of lust-stimulated perspiration. "Yeah boy, I guess it is. Chris! Ron! Take off those damned underpants of yours and go to it! And make it good!"
The two naked young boys gladly leaped into the circle of light. "Golly, am I going to enjoy fucking Mrs. Carson again!" Chris breathed down at his naked teacher, a cruel, unyielding glint sparkling lewdly in his young eyes. "Look at that snatch. It's going to start jerking in a minute, just begging for me to stretch it about a foot wider!"
"Here, let's get her legs spread out," Ron grinned. He grabbed her knees and forced them sharply down and apart, bringing a whimper of protest from Doris's lips and exposing the moist fullness of her naked loins to the two boys' leering eyes.
"Now that ain't no way to act, Mrs. Larson," Ron snickered over her. "You ain't going to get hurt any more than you were the last time! I promise!"
"Man she don't even look like we fucked her before," Chris whistled appreciatively. "She's got the tightest cunt I've ever seen!" He reached forward and ran his middle finger up the tightly closed slit of the older woman's pussy, parting her soft black pussy hairs and feeling the smooth moist flesh beneath jerk lewdly against his sudden contact. He pushed his middle finger slightly up into her vaginal opening, feeling her shiver from the sudden sensation, and then asked heatedly: "You want to get a shot of this, Mr. Cramer?"
"Sure do, boys," came the booming voice. "I'll get my zoom lens so far up inside her cunt, I'll be able to see her tonsils!"
Dear God. . . What were they saying! Doris stared directly at the massive shadow of John Cramer just outside the circle of light, and she gasped in total horror as she saw that he was holding a camera! No! Oh God no! He was taking a movie of everything she was doing! Doris thought for a minute she was going to scream and tear herself from the two teenage boys, but suddenly the wild feeling of revulsion and fear faded from her mind and one of helpless resignation filled it instead. John had lied to her - he had no intention of ever giving those photographs back so what was the use of fighting this further indignity? She might as well have a dirty movie of her lying naked between two savage boys and accepting their crude experienced caresses as anything else, for that brutal man and his all-seeing camera had totally ruined her forever. She was damned if she did and damned if she didn't, so might just as well let them do whatever they liked with her. She couldn't even find the strength necessary to hold back the tears which rolled unhindered down her cheeks now, and they gushed wetly over the side of her face and to the mattress below her head in piteous streams of shame and grief.
"Don't be so uptight over me filming you getting fucked, baby," John Cramer sneered, seeing her racking sobs. "You ought to be proud being the star of your own movie! Why, I'll let you come over and watch yourself in action any or time you like. How's that?"
"Ooohh," Doris moaned in cringing torment, hearing the wave of snickers and chortles raining down at her from the lewdly grinning young faces above her. But the depraved subjugation of being helplessly displayed before the glinting lens of a camera only seemed to add more masochistic tingles to her body's rising desire, and to her anguished horror, Doris could feel wicked new sensations of lewd desire rippling along her cruelly tortured nerves. She fought with all her strength to escape this one final humiliation, knowing that if she surrendered to it, there would be no hope for her ever again. John Cramer had taken everything else: her pride, her self-respect, everything - if she lost control of herself now, in front of his camera, she could never face a living soul again as a respectable woman. And yet she could sense her last remaining remnants of resistance fading slowly from her with every passing second .. . God, what could she do?
Ron had drawn one of her legs up over his hips on one side, and Chris had thrown the other over his as they lay on either side of her so that now their naked teacher was lying with her knees up in the air and her thighs wide apart, her loins completely exposed to them and the ever-purring lens of the camera. Chris was working greedily at her softly trembling vagina now, slowly and experimentally insinuating his middle finger up into its warm soft wetness, hurting her slightly at first so that she gasped and bit down on her lip to stem the pain. And then the young boy smoothed his finger around inside her, sliding his other hand up under her buttocks and drawing them up tight against the finger lewdly searching in her cunt. She could not escape now if she wanted to and could only lie back hopelessly impaled between the two young teenage boys.
Mrs. Larson's getting wetter than ever," he grinned over at his friend Ron who had dropped his head to suck at her tightly erected nipples and was beginning to bring small mewls of half protest, half pleading from his teacher's clenching lips.
"Is she ready to fuck now, Mr. Cramer?" Ron asked eagerly, raising his head.
"Almost, almost," John Cromer answered, breathing heavily. "I just want to get a few more feet of Chris opening her pussy up wider down there."
"I get to go first this time." Chris hissed.
"No, both at once!" Ron said, a strange sadistic tone in his high-pitched adolescent voice.
"Yeah? How?"
"Me in the front and you in the back!"
"You suck while I fuck?" Christ laughed delightedly. "Man, that's the way!" He continued to grin as he rummaged harder into his teacher's wetly seeping pussy, stretching it wider and wider with each further circle of his middle finger. "You get her up over me then so I can lie underneath and watch you shove your prick in her mouth!"
Doris couldn't believe her ears. Even though she was feeling strange, wild passion beginning to course uncontrollably through her body, the impact of the obscene words came crashing through to her. God! They were going to sandwich her between them like a piece of raw meat on a skewer! Yet she was too far gone to even consider resisting the two boys in whatever they wanted to do to her. The wicked thought of the lewd double ravishment about to happen to her was only causing further groans of guilty excitement and the grinding of her buttocks tighter up against young Chris's stroking middle finger. Doris's entire body began to react, for there was no longer any reason to fight the lewd flames of desire running through her veins. She had lost the battle against the obscene feelings and even the agonizing thought of her total surrender before the filming movie camera was sending hot sensations of prurient delight surging through her loins. She was truly a whore now, a whore . .. and there was no hope left for her, nothing in her life except the slender boyish hand fucking deeply up inside her cunt.
"Ooohhh God!" she sobbed, her resistance completely broken. "Go ahead. Do it to me! Do it to me!"
Maisy Cramer could feel the pit of her belly and thighs hot and moist from the lewd spectacle before her. The wanton redhead was excitedly aware of young Troy Shane working at the waistband of her brief nylon panties, and she lifted her buttocks slightly to let the young teenager draw them down over the rounded moons of her buttocks and away from where they stuck to the moisture seeping from her highly aroused cunt. She drew in her breath as the warm air of the heated room swirled about her unprotected wet pussy flesh, and she could hear the teenager rustling out of his own underpants beside her as she kept her eyes glued to the obscene finger-fucking of Doris's helplessly trapped body on the floor in front of her.
"Crawl down on the floor Troy, and you fuck me from behind," John Cramer's wife purred. "That way we can watch your friends fuck your teacher at the same time!"
"Oh boy, Mrs. Cramer! I sure will!" The lewd words the older woman had used excited the youth more than ever, and he eagerly slid down to the floor as she had directed him, kneeling behind the full round half-moons of her buttocks as they wavered invitingly in the air in front of him. Man, he'd never had Mr. Cramer's wife before, but there was no question that she was all hot and ready for him! He could feel the moist wet opening of her cunt throbbing in desperate anticipation as with his fingers he guided his slender young hardness straight up between her lewdly parted thighs. He paused but a moment to part the soft curls of her reddish pubic hair, now wet with excited secretions with the round bulbous head of his boyish penis. Then with one long smooth stroke, he rammed his youthful hardness all the way up inside Mrs. Cramer's hotly waiting pussy to the smooth cushiony tip of her cervix. There was not the slightest resistance in the hungrily yielding woman he was fucking, and Troy could feel the smooth, wet walls of her cunt clasping firmly around his slim young cock so moistly and firmly that it almost drove him crazy!
"Ooohh," Maisy Cramer moaned and sang as she felt her entire insides flowering open to receive him deep into her desperately yearning womb. Her nakedly kneeling body followed him as the boy began to stroke viciously up into her, her lewdly widespread thighs moving in wild abandoned jerks before him. "Ooooh yes! Yes, little boy! Ohhh fuck me good like that! Ohhh, fuck me and we'll watch your teacher getting fucked, too... !"
John Cramer had watched the young boy's penis slither wetly up into Maisy's eagerly clutching pussy, and he could feel his own thick cock jerking under his pants with uncontrollable excitement. It always excited him to see his soft-bodied wife turned into a raw squealing mass of helpless desire by another man's cock up inside her and scarcely able to control his mounting passion, he lowered the camera and directed: "Okay Chris! You too Ron! Fuck Doris now! Fuck her good!"
"Right, Mr. Cramer," Ron agreed delightedly. "And man, are we ready!"
Chris suddenly withdrew his fingers from his teacher's widely expanded cunt and hissed to his friend: "Turn her over on me, Ron." He lay down on the mattress beside the writhing woman, his hard jutting penis sticking straight up into the air like the shaft of a lance which speared out of his loins. "Go on, get her to straddle me, and I'll ram it to her first!"
Ron obediently moved up and caught Doris by the shoulders, twisting her around so that she was lying face down on the mattress. She lay without struggling, just small gasps of passion and humiliation coursing from her mouth. Her naked buttocks quivered slightly from her deep soulful moans as the young boy grabbed them harshly with his hands and lifted her up over the supine body of his buddy. She was made to kneel on all fours as though she were a female dog in heat and look directly down into the lewdly grinning face of Chris Baley below. She could feel the boy beneath her begin to rub his youthful hardness up against the soft, moist lips of her pulsing vaginal slit, and his lewd brushing touch sent shivers of wild sensations rippling through her naked flesh, exciting her, tormenting her. God, how it was exciting her! Then unable to withstand another moment of the maddening tease, she reached back between their bodies and firmly grasped her student's rigid young cock, pulling it upwards until she could feel its hotly throbbing cock-head insinuated between the little ridges of tender flesh on either side of her cuntal passage.
"Fuck me, you little bastard!" she hissed down at him. "Go on, what are you waiting for? Fuck me!"
Chris laughed with gleeful lewdness and pressured up with his hips off the mat, sliding his slender young cock smoothly up into his teacher's nakedly heaving belly. Doris moaned as she felt the blunt rubbery cock-head stroke softly up inside her seething pussy, and she could feel the young boy's penis hard and warm as it slid with the movement of his hips pushing upwards against her straddling inner thighs. She sucked in her breath, her mouth hanging loosely open, and began to slowly squirm and settle down atop him in a lewd squatting fashion. The youthful cock rubbed hotly against the far hidden walls of her cunt as she slid herself all the way down upon its virile young shaft, the hot rolling sensations of lust that it brought forcing moans from deep inside her excitedly heaving chest.
"Ohhhh God yes!" she cried out to the room as the boy slithered his long youthful cock up and up, deeper and deeper into the warm soft cavern of her cunt, feeling the whole of her nakedly trembling belly accepting the obscene onslaught as though she had never been fucked before in her whole life. She squirmed down onto him from her straddling position with all the strength of her mature woman's hips and thighs, and could feel the smooth tingling flesh of her cunt clasping and unclasping like a hot fleshy glove around his bursting young penis. The boy fucked up into her from the bottom of his buttocks and rammed the last fraction of an inch of his lust-hardened young cock up into her greedily milking pussy, bringing new ecstatic animal-like sighs from her sensually parted lips.
Her nostrils flared and her eyes opened wide, gazing glassy-eyed and unseeing at the mental darkness around her, a wild and unsatiated desire burning lustfully in them. Fuck John Cramer! Fuck that damned camera of his! Fuck everything - but especially fuck that lovely young cock that was pumping maddeningly up inside her cunt! Fuck. .. Oohhh fuck!
There was another movement around her head, and she could feel the mattress dropping beneath her hands as a heavy weight descended around ii. Then Ron Clarke was kneeling in front of her, holding her cheeks between his hands, his short fat boyish cock standing up in full erection less than an inch away from her glistening lips.
"Suck it, Mrs. Larson," he hissed through her delirious torment. "Suck my prick!"
He pushed forward slightly, the tip of his desire-swollen penis pressing gently between his teacher's slightly parted lips. He groaned as he felt the soft lipsticked surfaces brush gently against the sensitive skin of his boyish hardness, her lips closing automatically at the first spongy touch. The younger teenager held his breath as he waited for her sudden cry of protest...
But none came. Instead, the older woman's mouth fell limply open and her head pressed forward of its own volition without his having to pull her to him. Gloating above her, he began to undulate his pelvis, sliding the short fat cock lewdly in and out of her willingly sucking mouth. Doris closed her eyes tightly, feeling the hot wet bluntness of his lust-bloated cock-head sliding the full length of her tongue, momentarily lifting her concentration on the hard youthful penis ramming up into her from below. Moisture filled her mouth, puffing her cheeks wide as Ron began pumping in and out of her contorted face, burying his virile young cock deep back into her throat on the instroke and keeping pace with his friend's ceaseless fucking into her lewdly widespread cunt down below. He timed his thrusts in between her tightly ovalling lips to match those of Chris Baley, ramming forward as the other boy did, trying to meet the deeply thrusting cock-head of the other deep up into her nakedly writhing belly. He held her head tighter as she coughed and sputtered below him around the bulbous young cock-head rhythmically brushing against the back of her throat, watching her tender lips clasping tighter and tighter around it as her mouth became accustomed to the fleshy intrusion.
Doris was lost in the spiraling force of sensation that was churning deep in her quivering belly. She licked and sucked demon-like at the lust-hardened young penis imbedded far back in her mouth, her glands slimy from the mixture of his sticky pre-cum and her own saliva. She rolled her buttocks back behind her in tiny lewd circles, constricting her cuntal walls so that the hot flashing shaft of the other boy's cock was squeezed hungrily up inside them. She wanted to exploit all of her forced subjugation to the fullest now, to saturate herself with the lewd debasing ecstasy, for as her two young students' lust-angered penises impaled her between them, the obscene helplessness of her position overwhelmed every inch of her nakedly aroused flesh. That strange masochistic joy she had felt building before seemed to possess her completely now, and she writhed obscenely between her two students, using her mouth and cunt as gratefully accepting receptacles for the two teenage boys' lewd animalistic lustings.
In place of her previous shame and guilt was the wonderful desire to be saturated in young male sperm again, and Doris sucked insatiably at the hard young cock in her mouth, swirling her tongue hungrily over its hardened shaft and head. She thrust her naked loins down hard against the more than willing Chris Baley at the same time opening all of her vaginal muscles so that she could receive every fraction of his smoothly pistoning penis deeply up inside her madly churning belly. She wanted nothing more desperately now than to be utterly filled With their hot boyish sperm, to swallow it and absorb it at both her ends until it swirled up inside her and flowed out again in wildly flooding rivers of passionate delight. God yes! And she hoped that lousy camera recorded every sordid second of her depravity!
John Cramer stared incredulously through the viewfinder of his movie camera at the lascivious sight upon the mattress and shot all of his dark-haired neighbor's hotly clasping cunt and mouth gripping tightly around the two youngsters' driving cocks. His breath was rasping out, and his hands were shaking so badly now that he wasn't sure he could continue shouting. He couldn't stand just watching any longer, and he knew he had to join in and be part of the ravishment of this totally degraded woman before him! With a growl of sheer lust, the man somehow held his boiling desired in check long enough to set his camera on a tripod and aim it directly at the mewling writhing nakedness of the sex-crazed teacher. Then he stripped his pants and shirt off and moved for Doris, fingering his lust-stiffened penis lightly with his fingers, feeling the heat of his urgent excitement rising like a raging storm in his naked loins. Shit! Now he'd be in the movie too! He'd be in there to show them all how a fucking should be done!
"Hold her, hold her," he cautioned Ron. "She might not like me fucking her in the ass!"
God! the thought rippled through Doris's brain, John was going to sodomize her! "Nooo, please no," she mewled in muffled protests from around Ron's wildly sawing cock. "Don't do that! Don't fuck me there!" She jerked to move her thighs away, but Chris's manfully pumping hardness held her fast. She struggled for a moment longer and then lay still, her body shaking from the violently helpless pleadings rumbling unheard from her throat.
Maisy Cramer moaned involuntarily from the lewd scene as she viewed her husband drop to his knees back between the other woman's obscenely parted legs and run the edge of his hand down the smooth dark crease of Doris's buttocks, parting them slightly so that the tiny puckered anus was visible to her gaping eyes. Her own cunt throbbed from the effect of the indecent exposure, and she could hear young Troy Shane groan behind her as her warm wet pussy flesh jerked tighter around his boyish cock. She moved forward an inch or so, unmindful that the movie camera was filming her as well as the others so that her face was within a few inches pf Doris's nakedly quivering buttocks. She wanted to see it all, every tiny thing that happened, and Troy behind her shuffled forward on his knees between her thighs so as not to lose the maddening contact.
John Cramer leered down at the cowering teacher on the mattress and slowly drew aside the soft white mounds of her ass-cheeks. He sucked in his breath as the tiny ring of soft tender anal flesh came into view and pushed one hand down to thrust experimentally at it with his middle finger. Doris jumped and moaned against Don's imbedded cock in her mouth as she felt John Cramer's unnatural touch against the tight rubbery anal opening and pressed her pelvis hard down over Chris's deeply thrusting penis, her buttocks tensing lightly together to escape the lewd finger being thrust up against her anus. But it was useless, and Cramer thrust forward again, sinking his middle finger to the first knuckle up in her cringing rectum.
"Uuuggm," she mewled piteously and-clenched her buttocks together as tight as she could, trapping his hand up between the tautened cheeks.
"Open it!" he commanded brutally, pushing down with all his strength and popping his finger through the desperate but useless resistance past the second knuckle. Doris groaned aloud, and in piteous submission, she relaxed, her virginal ass-cheeks completely limp to be used as he wished.
He forced her buttocks wide apart again with his thumbs, withdrawing his finger and leaning forward to press a large drop of saliva from his lips to moisten and lubricate his entry. Then he pushed the whole of his body against her back, his thickly veined cock lying tight within the crevice of her buttocks, its huge bulbous tip resting hard against the tiny throbbing anal muscle from his saliva. Grasping her roundly straining hips in a talon-like grip with his fingers, he pressed slightly with his pelvis for a moment, directing his hotly throbbing hardness straight up into the tightly clenched hole of her anus.
Doris grunted from the sudden pain as he shoved forward and speared into her rectum. She moaned around Ron Clarke's young penis in her mouth in unheard pleadings for Cramer to stop, but his invasion grew, and she could feel her thighs being swept wider apart as his thickly engorged cock bored forward up between her tightly clinging ass-cheeks.
"Nooo! W-wait please! You're killing me!" she managed to cry out.
Cramer paused in his savage entry and began a gentle vibration inside the walls of her tightly stretched anus. "Baby, we've just begun. You haven't taken half of me yet," he taunted the stricken woman, flicking his hips forward and cruelly driving another half-inch of his massive penis up between her hand-spread thighs.
"Muuuggmm," she groveled as Ron continued to pump wildly into her mutely protesting mouth. The walls of her rectum felt as though they were being pulled away as Cramer's deep penetration increased, just as though someone were levering her buttocks apart to split her tormented body right down the middle.
John chuckled in sadistic delight and sent his huge thick shaft racing the last few inches up into her, pushing the soft ridges of her rectum before it like a rampaging bull until it was buried its full throbbing length into her wide-split anus. He stopped for a moment at the apex, where his giant rubbery cock-head twitched menacingly; then he began a back and forth sawing motion, sodomizing her in deep lewd thrusts. John licked his lips hungrily as he watched the reddish skin of the tight little anus draw back with his slowly retreating cock, clutching at it as if it didn't want it to come out and then disappearing inside again with each forward lunge.
Doris groaned out her painful submission to the obscene ravishment of her inhumanly stretched rectum. Her toes curled tightly against the soles of her naked feet as she was bucked up and down and forced to suck and fuck like a helpless slave between the two young boys and the vicious older man. She lay moaning and sobbing from the pain and shame, impaled insect-like between their three lust-hardened penises. The boys did not delay in joining the savage tempo set by Mr. Cramer, Chris Baley beginning to furiously fuck up into her hot moist pussy from below as Ron Clarke thrust harder with long fast strokes up into the warm wet depths of her mouth. It took but a moment before they were all in the same natural rhythm, buffeting her lewdly between them, and all Doris could manage to do was utter a continuous low long whine that went on and on as they fucked into her defenselessly naked body with harder and faster force.
Slowly but inexorably, the black-haired teacher's cruelly battered flesh began to respond. Unconsciously at first, lewd little flames of lust and desire were gradually replacing the searing firebrands of pain that raced from her totally filled loins to the oval of her clasping mouth. The pain was receding and was slowly giving way to a maddening electric tingle that began deep within her nakedly writhing belly and seeped relentlessly through the raw nerve ends of her flesh, and her whine of pain began to change to low whimpers of passionate pleading. She began to want to be hurt, to want to be ripped and torn apart by the boy underneath her and the one in front of her and the lewd older man kneeling behind. They were filling her mouth, her cunt, her tender pink ass-hole with their thick merciless cocks, and she wanted to be brutally punished by them for being the dirty whoring bitch she was. She wanted every entrance of her body sadistically raped until they all shot their white-hot cum into her and filled her belly to the bursting point. Her hips began unconsciously gyrating in an abandoned rhythm with the increasing speed of the three cocks fucking into her. This was all that was real; there was nothing else, not even the horror of the sightless eye staring at her from the movie camera recording all the degrading things these bestial males were making her do.
"Ohhh yes! Yes!" she mewled, begging for more of the savagely killing ravishment. "All of you! Fuck me! Ohhh, fuck me harder! Ahhh!"
Wilder and wilder they became, punishing her between them like a senseless puppet created to please them. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Doris chanted on and on in time to their crushing thrusts against her lewdly yearning cunt and mouth and anus. They were alive in her! The hard rubbery cock-head pressing hard against her cervix, the thick folds of flesh along the penis imbedded in her anus, the tickling pound of the sperm-bloated balls dangling obscenely against her chin . . . they were all part of her now! She was one of them, and in spite of her pain, her tongue began a wild licking at the hard boyish cock in between her lips. Her nostrils flared, drawing the pungent male odor of the virile young loins before her face deep into her lungs, mingling it in a strange marriage with the feeling of the two lustfully plunging cocks lodged deep inside her soft white belly. They all seemed to roll together into one great fiery ball of hunger for more. Her loins contracted involuntarily as the lascivious thoughts raced through her mind. Yes. . . yes! And now she could feel her own climax building rapidly in her flesh! Yes... oh God, yes!
John Cramer's salacious wife watched mesmerized, her eyes a few scant inches from where the three thick cocks were skewering up into Doris's widely stretched orifices like triple battering rams. The sight of the helpless, once-innocent teacher going stark raving mad the way she was and turning into a sex-crazed maniac was simply too much for the redheaded Maisy to take! She had to have more and just the way Doris was having it! Nothing else would do!
Maisy slid forward desperately, dislodging young Troy Shane's still driving cock from her pussy and turning back to the boy, she hissed over her shoulder: "Put it in my ass, Troy! Quick! Damn it, put it in the way my husband's fucking her!"
Troy, without needing further encouragement, placed his throbbing young penis against her tiny tight anal opening and thrust forward with all his strength.
"Ahhgg! Oh! Oh! Ahgg!" Maisy groaned, fighting to keep the tears of pain from flowing from her eyes. She didn't know it would hurt like this! Even the youth's smaller cock felt like a huge, red-hot steel rod being crammed up between her thighs! But she didn't have time to object further. The teenager locked her tight to him with his hands on her hips, his boyish penis lodged deep up inside her rectum. He plunged forward and fucked her and fucked her , and after awhile it didn't hurt the older woman any more. And just as they heard the first howling signs that the threesome on the mattresses were cumming, Troy ejaculated deeply inside her anal channel, pumping his hot virile seed far, far up into her nakedly churning belly. Maisy Cramer's own fantastic orgasm spiraled up until she thought she was going to go out of her mind, and then they both collapsed in a spent and satiated heap, the older woman flat on her stomach and looking as though she were in a daze. Her legs were wide apart so that the tiny pink edges of her ravaged anus could be seen wet and glistening as Troy Shane slipped his slender teenaged hardness from her rectum with a wet sucking noise that could be heard the length of the room. And as they rolled apart, Maisy viewed the totally depraved sight of her husband and the two other young boys nakedly fucking the older woman trapped helplessly between them as they all reached their final crest of orgasm ...
"Wow! I'm cummminng! Ohh, you guys, I'm cummminnggg!" A high pitched scream erupted from Ron Clarke's throat, and he locked his hands hard around the back of his teacher's obscenely bobbing head, drawing her deep down on his rigidly jerking cock. Beneath his loins, all his buddy Chris could see left of his friend's penis was a small bit at the base protruding wet and gleaming from their teacher's wildly sucking lips. Chris watched in delighted awe as Mrs. Larson's throat tightened and untightened, swallowing in great desperate gulps the hot potent fluid that Ron was spewing up into her mouth. Her cheeks bloated and hollowed as the warmly sucking cavern of her mouth filled and emptied as she swallowed desperately to rid it of the flooding young sperm pulsating into it. Gee, he thought, a grown man couldn't have more cum inside his balls than Ron does!
At the same time the youngster beneath Doris could feel a throbbing of his cock aching for release inside her tightly clenching pussy, and he clenched his eyes tightly shut, feeling his heavy sperm-bloated balls begin to wildly erupt. His hot cum spurted hard out through the end of his madly leaping cock and squirted wildly far up into Doris's hotly palpitating vagina. She whimpered, her own orgasm nearing its climax, and tried to jerk downward to milk his surging young penis mercilessly with the wildly clutching walls of her cunt.
"Ooohh, I'm ... I'm cumming, tooo!" Doris moaned, swallowing the sweet, pungent white liquid hungrily to satiate the abandoned feeling of self-debasement that flooded over her body. There was nothing else in the world except the heated throbs in her straining passages below and the boy's cock spewing in her mouth. She wallowed obscenely in the pleasure of subjugation to the cruel young boy jerking in her face, feeling the hot liquid gushes of Chris Baley's cum begin surging out around the cock-swollen lips of her nakedly trapped vagina and stream down the flesh of her inner thighs. It felt as though her very insides were coming out with his hotly flowing semen! She gave one long low scream, splaying her thrashing legs as wide apart as they would go to give the still pistoning cock in her anus greater access, thrusting her buttocks back at John with brutal force. She felt her insides, splitting painfully as the head of the deeply-sunk penis suddenly flared into a hugeness that threatened to tear her rectum asunder.
She could feel John Cramer's hugely engorged cock begin to spurt, and the delicious hot white cum shoot into her like burning fire, ricocheting around inside her cruelly dilated anus like streams of molten lava. The muscles of her belly clasped madly around it, erupting in answer and spilling her own hot orgasmic juices into the already drowning basin of her pinkly quivering vagina.
"Oohh, fill me up! Fill my ass up!" she groaned incoherently. The hot walls of her throbbing rectum sucked hungrily at the man's hotly spewing cock until it gave one final spasmodic jerk and the last drop had been milked from it.
Ron Clarke's fat limp cock slipped from her mouth, and she could dimly see thin sticky strings of his youthful sperm still connecting her face to it even though it was now several inches away from her lips. Her breathing was heavy and wet as though her mouth and nose were completely covered with moisture. She groaned and flopped her head sideways to his hairless young chest, and when John Cramer released his hands from her hips, she slithered forward and lay across the boy's hotly trembling loins, her own legs still spread wide apart. She caught a glimpse of her wide-stretched vagina between her splayed thighs, wet and glistening in the light from the lamp. She turned her face and saw John Cramer leering down at her, thin trails of his sperm still visible around the head of his now softly deflated penis. His victory had been complete. He had conquered her with a vengeance.
Later they did other things in wild, crazy positions with all five of them on the mattress and John or his wife directing like master craftsmen. To Doris, the evening faded into nothing but a wild tangled mass of balls, cocks and cum. She was not always certain whose was whose, but took the offerings without question. There wasn't much left in her world now, and she knew without questioning, that she was really enjoying the lewd debasement of her body, that she had passed the point of no return!
CHAPTER EIGHT
Doris Larson dropped., the soft clean gossamer negligee from her trim naked body at the command of her latest customer. She didn't know his name, but she neither needed or wanted to. His name was legion; it was always "John." She kept her mind off of the messy hotel room they were in, seeing enough of it during her waking hours since she both lived and worked within its walls. Instead, she concentrated on the plump balding man whose skin resembled the waxy color of a pear left too long in a drawer, running her hands under her breasts and cupping them into twin rounded peaks of firm white flesh. She tweaked the richly hued nipples between her thumbs and forefingers, teasing them into tiny hard buds that captured his eyes immediately. She could see a gleam of desire flicker hotly through his face.
"If you want to fuck me, you have to take off your pants, you know," she said in a sultry throaty voice. "Come on, take them off and have some fun..."
"Je-Jesus," the man babbled, goggle-eyed. "Yeah . .. yeah,. I'll take my clothes off. Man, the boys back in Peoria will never believe a gorgeous piece of ass like you!"
"You have to come to the big city for cunt like me," Doris said with a taunting little smile. She slowly slid onto her bed, undulating back until she was lying flat on her back in its middle, scissoring her thighs apart in lewd invitation. "Peoria's not quite like New York, you know."
With her fingers, she spread the lips of her vagina slowly and tantalizingly apart, the moist pink flesh of her tiny narrow pussy visible to him as she gently parted the soft dark hair up between her legs. Another gasp came from the man as he quickly stripped off his striped undershorts and walked naked to the bed. He was still wearing his black socks, forgotten in his haste. He was twenty pounds overweight, his body covered with hair, and looked like the kind of man who always held his breath and pulled in his stomach whenever a woman mentioned his physique.
Doris couldn't have cared if he were deaf, one-eyed and crippled. He was a man, a paying customer who contributed to her coffers. She glanced at the side of the bed as he hunched up between her open thighs, the whiskey on his breath a little too much to take face-on. She saw a book of Shakespeare that she'd been reading earlier and thought about how a few short weeks ago she had been a part of that milieu. A teacher .. . God, her old life was almost as dim a memory now as her ex-husband Peter was to her. She had once been a teacher in her young and foolish years, and had been used and battered until she'd learned there weren't percentages in being good. Now it was her turn to make the males of the world squirm, just as she'd done to John Cramer and his boys before leaving Appleton forever. She knew when she'd boarded that bus last month that the tables had been turned. Rather than giving Troy and Chris and Ron a thirst for knowledge as a teacher should, they had given one to her... an insatiable hunger for their kind of knowledge . ..
And then she felt the man's hips jerk toward her, and the rubbery tip of his thick cock began to slide up between the open pink softness of her waiting cunt...
