Perhaps there is no subject which arouses as much controversy as that of a woman who seeks out and solicits sexual relations with boys who are significantly younger than themselves. It is to be noted, also, that a great many youths feel honored when they are selected by an older woman as a sexual partner. While in many cases such activities border on pedophilia, in cases where the youth is very young, it is much more common for the older woman to select a youth who has emerged into adolescence and is experiencing the dramatic changes that come about with the onset of sexual maturity.
Although many older women have indulged in sexual relations with adolescent boys the subject under study within this volume is sexual relations existing between female teachers and their young male students. The classroom has often proved to be the arena where sexual sport begins to take on deep erotic significance. Thrown into close contact with the same student day after day the teacher comes to know her students well. She perhaps notes a great deal of conversation centering around the subject of sex. Being female, and in some cases lonely and single, she may even perhaps feel a strong attraction to a certain male student. Granted that many teachers may feel a physical attraction towards a virile young student it is still a slight percentage who feel motivated to go out and solicit sexual relations and thus place their lives in moral jeopardy.
Still, statistics and facts verify that older women can sometimes feel dominantly aggressive when it comes to the satisfaction of their own desires. Cases have often been exposed where teachers, both male and female, have instigated sexual relations with their young and attractive students.
While our society condemns such activity it is nonetheless a reality-a reality which may be very much enjoyed by the willing student who is eager to learn the art of love from a competent and experienced tutor.
Abroad such relationships attract little attention, and in fact, it is realized, that the young student may indeed learn much about life and love from such a persistent female instructor.
In the March/April issue of FOREPLAY MAGAZINE (Academy Press, N.Y., 1972) Phillip Rock in an article "Teaching A Young Man Sex" comments...,"There is, certainly, no sexual adventure that is more common to young men than the affair with a mature woman. The lessons that can be learned in the bed of a patient, skilled and understanding woman are of inestimable value to any young man, and perhaps, the most important lesson is that of foreplay."
Perhaps the greatest characteristic of adolescence is the overwhelming curiosity about sex, coupled with ignorance and a lack of know-how. Even boys who make out in the back seats of their automobiles and think of themselves as 'experienced' know very little about bringing their female partner to an arousing and stimulating orgasm. Many youths actually develop into young men and get married and later fail to provide their wives with satisfactory orgasms because they do not know the proper sexual technique. Unless a young man receives proper education from an older and experienced person it is probable that he may prove to be a very selfish and one-sided sexual partner. So, abroad at least, the value of such student/teacher relationships are given proper credit, even if they are sexual in nature.
In FOREPLAY, Phillip Rock further observes . ...
"The young are easily taught, and just as easily damaged beyond repair. A woman who mocks a young man's painful lack of sexual knowledge and adroitness can divert the river of his malehood into twisted and ugly channels."
Perhaps, beyond the fact that the teacher is ofttimes guilty of a criminal act in bringing about the physical seduction of one of her students, very little real harm is done. Most often such women are patient, careful and artful lovers who may teach a young man a great deal about sexual foreplay, technique and female anatomy. Whatever one's view on this most controversial subject, we must realize that the student/teacher relationship is quite important both to the developing child and his peer.
In LESBIANISM AND THE SINGLE GIRL (Bee-Line Books, New York) author Roger Blake observes...,"Any teacher is bound to have some personal influence on her pupils. And she can hardly help in some way impart the ideas in which she so firmly believes herself. In many unfortunate cases, she may not be able to resist the temptations brought about by a close association with her attractive and physically appealing ... students."
Blake continues...,"Outside one's own mother, few women are as much loved, or hated as the young child's schoolteacher. Warm and affectionate relations build easily ... often involving intimate shows of warmth and affection."
Many a teacher who is lonely and sexually neglected may feel a particular attraction for a virile male student. In many cases sexual relationships have developed. In most cases little harm has been done except to give the student a greater understanding of the facts of life, yet the social outcry arising from such instances creates a great deal of controversy. It is perhaps for our own benefit that we take a closer look at such intimate student/teacher relationships.
CHAPTER ONE
Grade School Syndrome
Young boys of all ages have been the targets of female erotic lust. Although sexual violations performed by female teachers upon their male students are less often detected, and less often persecuted, it is obvious from the records of social workers, psychiatrists and others intimately involved in the sexual scene that a great deal of erotic education is actually taught in the classroom and often in private by the teachers themselves.
Because teachers are thrown in close contact with their students for a period of not less than nine months and because they are human and also vulnerable, it is. not so surprising that many young boys of grade school age have later reported that they learned love firsthand from an older experienced teacher who took them aside and taught them the facts of life firsthand.
Pedophilia, the act of molesting minors, is a common occurrence. In PEDOPHILIA author John F. Trimble observes
"To gain an idea of just how prevalent the practice of pedophiliac acts are in the United States alone, we need only look at the authoritative statistics available. The annual report of the Federal Bureau of Investigation, CRIME IN THE UNITED STATES, reveals that 50 to 60 thousand adults are arrested each year for statutory rape, violations of chastity, and other sex offenses, mainly against minors from 8 to 14 years of age." (8)
Although most sexual violations are committed by men it has been established that many women, particularly governess's, teachers, and others who have daily contact with children, are also likely to suffer such strong erotic temptations.
It is not surprising either, that few such cases are reported. There are some very good reasons why violations against male youths are seldom revealed by the young students themselves.
In PEDOPHILIA John F. Trimble observes
"The woman who seeks contact with an older boy is also at an advantage. While a girl of 12 or 14 might readily scream for help, or certainly report abnormal advances by an adult male, the boy would lose a great deal of virile face if he complained to parents or police that a woman tried to 'get fresh' with him. As a matter-of-fact, many young boys welcome the opportunity for a sexual experience with an attractive adult woman and may openly encourage it." (18)
Because few boys have the nerve to confess advances made by an older woman the female pedophiliac is virtually unheard of although she does exist and she does sometimes operate as craftily and as secretly as her male counterpart.
In this case history we are concerned with Marianne Wheeler, age 37, who up until a few years ago had been able to repress her strong physical desire towards her students. Marianne consulted me after becoming involved with a young seventh grade student. Although she is sure that the youth involved made no mention of their relationship, Marianne nonetheless suffers from strong guilt feelings and fears of persecution.
Marianne is not an unattractive woman. She is youthful and alert for a woman who has been a widow since the age of thirty-five. Marianne has dark brown hair, gray eyes and rather plump features. Her legs are large and muscular, her breasts sizeable, lush and attractive beneath the sweaters she wears. There is nothing about Marianne's appearance that indicates that she is a pedophile. From her testimony alone we can discern that her desires are erotically compulsive.
"It all began shortly after my husband, Vic, died...," Marianne began, twisting her shiny gold charm bracelet with nervous fingers. "Up until then I had been able to release my frustrations adequately and my subconscious desires never surfaced. If I'm going to be completely honest I've got to admit I've always been attracted to young boys. Even way back when I used to babysit. The fact is that when I was a teenager the act of just bathing a child and soaping up it's infantile penis turned me on. I guess I had little hints long ago. But like I say, nothing became obvious until Vic died and left me very much alone."
"Tell me about your adolescent pedophile experiences."
"Well, when I was fourteen I began babysitting...," Marianne blushed, glancing out the open window. "I was just getting curious about sex and the differences between boys and girls. I'd picked up the usual gossip in class from other girls. But the fact was I wasn't very popular with boys. I had one friend who talked about how wonderful it was to 'go down' on a guy and how it kept her out of trouble. I couldn't imagine a nice girl putting her mouth on an area where you urinate from. But my friend, Sherry, laughed and told me how she even sucked her date's nut-bag. In a way I guess it kind of made me envious because I was never asked out to find what sex is all about."
"You mentioned getting excited about bathing a young child."
"Yes Marianne continued. "I was sitting with this eleven month old boy, Rudy, who always pissed in his pants. His mother told me to bathe him after he had a b.m. in his britches because he developed some kind of a rash very easily. I didn't give it too much thought because before that I had sat only with older children who could bathe themselves."
"I see..."
"Well, I spent half of the evening on the phone talking to Sherry and listening to her go into details about her date. She always liked to let me know how popular she was and how many guys she had sucked. I tried to get her to talk about other things but she had a one-track mind. Rudy played on the floor while I talked and then all of a sudden I got this big odor that told me he had messed but good."
"I've got to bathe Rudy, Sherry. ... " I said, over the phone. "Jeez-I can't stand this smell long. From now on I think I'll only sit with kids out of diapers!"
"Don't jab him with the diaper pin, lover...," Sherry giggled, "and be sure to play with his little dick when you have him in the tub. In fact, if you have time you might bend over and take it in your mouth and love it up real good! I'm sure the kid will love it and maybe even go to sleep for you!"
"SHERRY...!" I shouted. "You've got such a nasty mind. He's just a baby...! "
"Yes, darling-but he's got all the right equipment...!" Sherry exclaimed. "Bye now. ... ta ... ta...! "
"I hung up the receiver feeling a moment's nausea. I stared at little Rudy in his red and white trousers. He was a darling baby. There was nothing erotic or sexual about him then. I took him upstairs and pulled off his pants and his little shirt. I unfastened the diapers and the odor nearly killed me as I let them fall to the floor. His mother had told me to pile the diapers in the corner so she could clean them later. I would have refused to have washed dirty diapers. Just the smell alone made me sick!"
"Goon..."
"I ran the water in the tub while Rudy crawled around on the floor. His bottom was all red and smelly. He wanted a bath. He was a pretty cute little fellow who followed me everywhere. I didn't put much water in the tub because I didn't want to risk him drowning. Well, I plopped the little brat right down in the water and he began making fists and pounding at the suds. I got all wet. I laughed. I began washing Rudy from head to toe. I rubbed his back, bathed his feet and worked up between his thighs. I almost neglected to bathe his penis when all of a sudden Rudy stood up in the tub and made a fist. I stared at his little tool and knew instantly that the child was uncircumcised. I could see the tiny fold of skin over his penis. I was instantly curious. I rubbed a soapy rag over his infantile genitals. I pushed the foreskin back with the cloth and noticed some small debris collected around the head. I washed underneath the tiny penis and felt the testicles. Rudy was playing with a rubber Indian on the side of the tub so he paid very little attention to me. I took the opportunity to study his male anatomy closer."
"What did you do then?"
"First off..., " Marianne blushed, "I dropped the wash cloth and took the opportunity to explore him with my bare fingers. I touched the tiny infantile penis and even shoved back the foreskin. I saw the soft pink tip. It didn't feel vulgar or loathsome in my hand. It felt soft and vulnerable-almost like velvet. I felt the small testicles beneath. I observed that boys were made so peculiar. I even took some soap and rubbed his penis and went through the motions of masturbating his tool to get better accustomed to it. Surprisingly, it got a little hard and became noticeably erect. The little boy giggled like he wanted me to do it some more."
"Goon..."
"I was obviously enjoying caressing the child's genitals Marianne confessed. "I was a naive girl learning the facts of life from a kid not old enough to know what I was doing. I turned Rudy around and moved my other finger over his buttocks. I soaped up my finger and probed near his rectum. I pushed against the hole and zeroed my finger against the sphincter. I shoved deep and hard to gain admittance. About two inches inside I felt the pressure of what must have been a stool. I was still masturbating the small male penis with my other hand. I flipped the foreskin back and forth and wondered what the same organ would look like on a boy my age. I thought of Sherry pressing her lips against such a sweet innocent looking thing. I wondered how on earth it could make her feel so good. I've got to admit I got a slight kick out of taking advantage of the child."
"Goon..."
"Well ... the phone rang about them. I had to take Rudy out of the tub...," Marianne confessed. "It was Sherry calling me back to see if I had gone down on the baby yet. She had called to tell me she wouldn't be able to go to the movies with me the following night because she had a date with Al, this guy in the navy she snuck out to see whenever he came in on leave. Later that week Sherry told me, she had let Al and four of his buddies gang-bang her for forty bucks in the back seat of his station wagon. Sherry was one hell of a girl. Yet you had to like her despite her faults. Just before she hung up she told me that if the kid screamed a lot I could put him to sleep by sucking on his tool and nut-bag!"
"Listen...," Sherry teased, over the phone, "I've gotten so damned hot talking about it that I've got my finger inside my panties, Marianne. Do you know what I'm doing...? "
"Sherry...!" I shouted, over the phone. What if someone should be listening...! ! ! "
"You gripe me...," Sherry complained. "You're such a damned prude. You ought to go out and get screwed and get it over with. At least play with that little guy's tool and get him excited! Maybe after you become familiar with a smaller one you can work up the nerve to investigate a bigger one."
"Sherry-I've go to go...!" I pleaded. "The Lowry's may call in. They'd be angry if they couldn't get me."
"Go ahead and beat your meat the rest of your life . . , " Sherry chuckled. "I know when I've got a good thing at my fingertips. And, believe me, baby, it's even better when you've got a horny stud working you over."
"I hung up the phone in Sherry's face...," Marianne admitted. "Little Rudy was walking towards the top of the stairs and there was a danger that he might stumble and fall down them. I didn't want any child in my care suffering a concussion. I grabbed Rudy up, dressed him and put him to bed. I don't know why but he screamed for the next half hour and tore off his covers every time I tried to sing him to sleep. I go so angry I wanted to spank him ... I really did ... and then I thought about what Sherry had told me would put him to sleep."
"Did you...? "
"I thought of myself as a crazy chicken afraid of life. I did pull out Rudy's tiny wiener through the pajamas. I fondled it until it grew warm and eager in my hands. Then I pressed back the foreskin. I wondered what it would taste like. I wondered if I could move the foreskin about with my tongue. So I bent my head over, took it in my mouth, and began sucking wildly. I ran my tongue up and down the underside first, then flipped it against the skin. I touched the very tip of the penis. The little baby stopped crying and uttered a sigh of pleasure. I increased my oral efforts and took the entire miniature penis into my mouth. I found it satisfying and wonderful to be sucking a tiny male organ. I was surprised that it had no offensive taste or odor."
"Continue..."
"I sucked the kid for about twenty minutes...," Marianne sighed, seductively. "Then Rudy fell sound to sleep. The phone rang again and it was Sherry ringing back to tell me we'd go to the movies night after next. I talked to her for the next half hour and almost worked up the nerve to tell her what I'd done. But I didn't. I was afraid she would blab to someone and my parents or the Lowry's might find out. I knew right then and there I had discovered a sure-fire way to keep young baby's from screaming. I've also discovered that sex is the best tranquilizer there is!"
"Goon..."
"Later on I sometimes sucked kids I babysat with although it was not big thing then. I went out on dates very rarely. I was a shy and backward child I guess. I went to college to get a degree in teaching, I didn't want to go into business or secretarial work so I decided to become a teacher. The idea of three months off in the summer pleased me. It seemed to take me no time to get my degree. When I was twenty-three, I met Vic and we got married. Vic was a super-nice guy, a little older than I. He was an accountant with a lot of side interests. He was about as shy as I was. We got married and had a very nice honeymoon. I wanted children and had intended to give up teaching when I got pregnant but I guess I wasn't able for some reason. We were married almost ten years when a doctor told Vic he had a brain tumor. There were quite a few complications that made the case inoperable. On night Vic died in his sleep. I was so stunned that I didn't have much of a reaction until after the funeral. Then I went to pieces. I had to quit teaching and go stay with my sister almost a year. Then when the money from Vic's insurance got low I realized I'd have to go back to work."
"Go on..."
"I had no trouble getting a job teaching sixth, seventh and eighth graders...," Marianne confessed, rubbing her sweating palms, "the school that took my contract was in a rough section of town. They couldn't get teachers to stay long. I guess they figured someone with ten year's experience could handle even the toughest kids. I knew it wouldn't be easy but I took the job. I thought it might get my mind on other things."
"Did it. . . ? "
"It certainly did Marianne blushed, brushing back a wispy lock of dark brown hair from her fleshy face. "For one thing I noticed that the kids in that school were much more rebellious, much more aggressive, and much more prone to vulgar talk then when I had taught just two years ago. I found myself assaulted with a plethora of filth and utter garbage every way I turned. Boys were giving girls the middle finger and girls upped their dresses and said indecent things to boys. One afternoon I caught this boy in the girl's bathroom between classes. He had a girl leaning naked over the toilet and he was pressing his very erect penis between the girl's thighs. He was actually penetrating her vagina from the rear. The boy's name was Billy Cramer. He was a handsome though arrogant youth!"
"It's Mrs. Wheeler...!" Billy gasped, jumping back from his rear coital thrust. "Gawd ... Marsha ... we've been caught ... ! "
"I wondered why it took you so long to go to the boy's room...," Marianne flushed. "I went down to the toilet and found it empty. Then I had a sudden intuition you might be here. It's a good thing I looked young man! Don't you relaize the trouble you could get this young girl into?? ? ? "
"I haven't ever had a period yet, Mrs. Wheeler...," Marsha choked, flushing crimson. "Please don't report me. Oh, please my parents would kill me...! ! ! "
"Why did you do it then, Marsha?"
"I love Billy...," Marsha flushed, tossing her long curly locks of golden blonde hair over her shoulder. "And he loves me! It's natural when two people feel the way that we do!"
"Not at your age it isn't natural I blushed, feeling a vague tickling between my thighs as I stared at the boy's dangling fleshy male organ.
"She's not to blame...!" Billy interrupted. "I offered her $5 if she'd do it. I wasn't going to come in her-really I wasn't!"
"My mouth hung open...!" Marianne gasped. "I stared at the boy's organ. I realized that Billy was almost as big as my husband had been. His tool was sizeable and red and it began to swell as he began to stuff it back in his pants. It arched violently under the zipper. Billy had inadvertently told me that he was capable of ejaculating. Thirteen was about the age that most boys mature. Their testicles are descending and many are ejecting about that time. Billy had told me in a round about way that he could ejaculate. Only a boy who was capable of such a response would have said..."I wasn't going to come in her..."
"I want to See you after class...," I flushed, almost giggling. "And as for you, Marsha, I'm not going to inform your parents. But I want to warn you of the dangers. Having a baby at your age is no picnic. Having an abortion is dangerous...! Being expelled from school is a permanent mark on your record. I'd think twice before letting any other young stud talk you into such a situation. I should tell the principal-but I think it's better to let this matter go no further than right here!"
"Jeez-Mrs. Wheeler..., " Billy muttered, pushing the front of his faded jeans, "you are a neat teacher. I always thought you were a crab. But you've just proved to me that you're a very understanding woman."
"I'm not through with you young man...," Marianne muttered, staring down at her own rapidly rising breasts. "I want to see you alone after class. You can expect some punishment, you don't molest girls like that and get away with it, If you're not in my room promptly after final class I'll see that your parents and the principal both hear about this!"
"Yes ... maammmm!, " Billy gasped, rubbing thick fingers through his wavy black hair. "Sorry ... Marsha ... bye...! "
"Promptly after the last bell Billy appeared sheepishly in my room. I was giving some help to a new student who had stayed after class. I motioned Billy into a chair. He sat staring out the open window with a contemptuous gaze in his eye."
"Bye ... Mrs. Wheeler. . . ! , "the girl smiled.
"What are you going to do to me...?" Billy stuttered, sheepishly. "You gonna chop off my meat and hang it on the bulletin board as warning to the other students?"
"You're not out of the woods yet, young man...!" I warned. "You can start off by doing your homework while I correct some papers. When everyone is gone from the building we'll pay more attention to your punishment!"
"Big deal...!" Bill muttered.
"The most surprising thing happened. I had meant to thoroughly thrash Billy's hands and to punish him. But as he sat in the very front desk glancing through his history book I kept staring between his thighs at the big bulge in his pants. He wore faded blue jeans that had obviously been washed too many timer in too much clorox. He wore a red shirt open at the throat. His youthful arms were thick and muscular. I stared at the bulge thrusting halfway down his leg. I was very much impressed by his bold masculinity. I was even surprised by my own erotic thoughts. I was thinking of the bold spectacle I had seen in the bathroom. I recalled how violently arrogant his bold sex had been. I had not glimpsed the testicles but imagined that they were fully developed. Billy kept staring at me. He may have noticed the way I kept glancing at his crotch."
"Goon..."
"Instinctively my hand moved between my legs...," Marianne blushed. "I was suddenly aware that my fingers were very close to my pussy. I thought of the two years of loneliness, the long nights of masturbation coupled with cold showers mingled with the isolation of having no one to be close to. I just couldn't take my eyes off that boy's rigid SEX! I made an effort to correct papers with my left hand working freely between my thighs. Luckily the desks we used were solid to the floor from the front and you couldn't see what was going on behind them. Because right at that very moment I had slid my finger inside the thin elastic of my panties and I was wildly masturbating my ripe wet slit!! ! I glanced up now and then and thought of the promising organ beneath those faded jeans. I thought of how it would feel in my mouth ... in my moist wet hole! I. thought that perhaps the youth could be bribed into keeping his mouth shut even if I made improper advances towards him."
"You were aware of him sexually?"
"Very much so...," Marianne admitted, with a smile. "It brought back memories of the wild week my husband and I had spent in Mexico. You see, Vic was a very quiet guy but very erotic. He had this thing about wanting to screw young virginal girls! I'm a pretty understanding woman. When my husband told me he had violated his eleven year old niece when he was twenty-two, I could understand, even then, the temptations he felt that drove him into a moment of irrational passion. Vic used to talk about his niece, Dora, and about how sexy she was even though she wasn't fully mature."
"Go on..."
"Well ... all this reminiscing brought back definite memories. Vic had taken me on a week's trip to Mexico on our tenth wedding anniversary. He never told me why he chose Mexico. It was certainly not my choice of a vacation spot. But later I learned that a gringo with money can buy almost anything he wants down there ... even young child prostitutes! It was quite by accident that I followed my husband one night to another room and caught him in bed with a lovely young dark-haired Spanish girl of ten! I broke into the room as Vic rammed his penis into her slit and banged his testicles against her! A very stocky bell-boy, a Mexican who managed to speak only rudimentary English, came and pulled me out of the room trying to cover up for my husband's erotic escapade. He appealed to me as a woman to understand my husband's weakness. I gave him little argument. He brought a bottle of tequila out of his pocket and offered me a drink as he got around to asking me if I had any vices of my own. I learned that for the price of about $12 I could buy an hour with a lovely ten or twelve year old Mexican boy. Miguel gave me a spiel about how much I would be helping the boy and neglected to mention that he took a substantial cut of the youth's income. I told him to go ahead and bring the kid into the other room. I was feeling festive and I was angry at Vic. In less than fifteen minutes a tall lean dark-eyed Mexican boy with a very well-developed penis appeared. He was dressed in jeans and a satin shirt. Within a matter of minutes he was out of his clothing. I handed the bell-boy the equivalent of fifteen dollars as the youth moved towards me."
"You would like to make love to me, Senora?, " Juan whispered. "I think you are a lovely lady. I would like to suck your pussy...! Si-I would like to be your love-slave...! "
"I got down on my knees...," Marianne recalled, somewhat sadly. "I crawled toward the handsome statuesque youth. His hair hung down in dark ringlets over his forehead. His eyes were dark, deep and brooding. I could tell that he was a child of the streets, had probably gone hungry for years, but despite poverty, had managed to live well and survive because he was well-cared for by his pimps."
"You have such lovely lips, senora...!" Juan whispered, holding out his thin penis. "I would like for you to do with me as you wish. Tell me what you would like for me to do, generous senora, and I will be your faithful and obedient servant!"
"Don't move ... lovely child...," I whispered. "I lifted the thin penis and studied the small testicles beneath. Juan was only twelve. He was not fully developed. His testicles hung low but he was not yet able to ejaculate. He smiled as I caressed his golden organ with my mouth, lips and tongue. I moved my lips over the tip and began sucking lightly. Surprisingly the boy had been circumcised and was responsive to every thrust of my tongue. I took him deep into my mouth and loved his small SWOLLEN SEX. I caressed his testicles. I even sucked his nut-bag and spent a good half-hour just loving him orally."
"Can you screw me...?" I hissed, tossing my naked flesh on the bed.
"Oh ... senora ... it would be my pleasure...! "
"I almost had multiple orgasms as that slim muscular youth fell on top of me...," Marianne gasped, drawing in her breath. "He thrust himself into me and giggled about how thick and hairy I was underneath. He kissed me and drove his fiery tongue into my mouth. His penis was long and slim. Believe me it felt good. He moved in deep and hard and shoved his hands under my buttocks so he could move closer inside of me."
"You are lovely, mi amiga...!" he blushed. "I will always remember having loved you. I am quite experienced, no? I screw my seester when she was only seven. She is now on the streets ... in the room with another man right now. She is only eleven. Our parents are dead ... if it were not for Miguel we would have starved!"
"Oh, poor boy...!" I gasped, as a violent orgasm erupted between my thighs.
"Si you are a lovely lady. . . ! I get you hot no?"
"Si-yes...," I gasped. "Oh ... Jeez ... baby ... I'm co . . .mi ... ng ... Don't stop now ... Juan. Love me-love me hard ... oh, lover boy, love me...! ! ! "
"Go on..."
"I guess you might wonder how a boy so young could make me have wild multiple orgasms...," Marianne paused, lighting a cigarette and puffing or it between quivering lips. "Well, you had best believe me when I say that Juan made me have one wild series of orgasms right after the other! After he screwed me he went down between my thighs and ate me until I collapsed in total exhaustion. Juan stood smiling and told me he would like to make love to me again."
"Continue."
"My husband and I had about seven meetings with different child prostitutes. I guess my taste for young boys became refined after that experience. We had planned to return to Mexico and we were saving our pennies when Vic died. Quite suddenly I was faced with a situation where I had no sexual release. I had been asked out only once by a man who had a reputation of playing widows for their money. So as Billy sat there staring at me with that self-satisfied grin and as I sat masturbating, I realized even then that I was not fully in control of the situation."
"I've got to be going home pretty soon, Mrs. Wheeler...," Billy muttered. "Can't we get it over with?"
"Has your father ever spanked you, Billy?, " I questioned, pushing my dress back in place.
"Sure-lots of times...! My old man's wore my ass out more than once. You gonna spank my ass, Mrs. Wheeler? Is that why you're waiting until everyone leaves here? Wouldn't you rather have me shove my fat tool down your throat?"
"Pull down your jeans, Billy...!" I demanded, furiously grabbing the long ruler from the blackboard.
"Jeez-I didn't know you cared. ... ! "
"Don't be defiant, Billy. "I can always tell the principal!"
"Forget it, I'd rather let you beat my ass."
"Pull down your shorts, Billy!"
"Aw ... nooooo...!" the youth rebelled. "Not in front of you! I ain't showing you my naked butt...! "
"I've already glimpsed everything else you've got naked, buster! Now get those shorts off or trot down to Mr. Shepard's office. I guarantee you'll be more than lucky if he lets you by with just a whipping!"
"Jeez-you don't give a guy proper respect...," Billy argued, tugging down his shorts.
"I made sure the classroom door was locked...," Marianne muttered. "There was no one in the school but me and the janitor and it would be hours before he made his way to my room. Hours for Billy and I to indulge our whims. I ordered the frightened and embarrassed youth to move towards me. I turned my chair so that my lap was towards him. Billy got his jocks around his ankles. If he took a large step he would surely fall. I motioned Billy across my lap. Little did I know that his aroused penis would make contact with my bare thigh!"
"Ohoooo ... jeez ... my own daddy doesn't even make me strip!"
"It's more effective this way, Billy-believe me."
"The shit it is...! "
"I brought my bare palm down against the youth's soft buttocks...," Marianne gasped. "I hit him hard. I had a wooden paddle in my desk. I used it. Billy twisted and squirmed and I noticed that his rod never went soft. It remained between my thighs. The more I beat him to try and get him to go soft the firmer he became. I realized that my hips were moving wildly in a kind of sexual rhythm. My one hand moved between the boys spread legs. I accidentally touched his scrotum and his shaft!"
"Ohooo . . .jeez ... you're killing me...," Billy muttered. "My butt is burning raw...! Oh let me up...! "
"My heart was up in my throat as I quit spanking the child. Billy was almost in tears as I began fondling his rigid penis. I just couldn't keep my hot hands off of it. It had been a mistake for me to have the youth strip naked. The sight and feel of his naked sex was more than I could stand!"
"Ummmmmmm ... ohooooo ... that feels better Billy muttered, smiling. "Feels lots better ... um-mmm ... ohoooo ... baby...! "
"Turn over in my lap, cutie...," I groaned, overwhelmed by emotion, "and I'll suck it!"
"Billy turned over on his back and shoved his aroused penis towards my mouth Marianne blushed. "He was much more endowed than Juan had been. But then Juan had been several years younger. I wanted to take that ripe penis in my mouth and to work it until it spewed down my throat. I had only to move my lips down the shaft and to begin sucking when all at once Billy was pumping against my face."
"Go slower...," I muttered. "Don't be so impatient. You'll never make a good husband if you're in such a hurry. Love takes time ... and consideration!"
"Jeez-I'm gonna blow my load Mrs. Wheeler!"
"I didn't flinch...," Marianne confessed, grinding out her cigarette. "I sucked that ripe hard tool and allowed it to spew down my throat. I tasted the delicious tangy tartness of Billy's cream...! I swallowed the juice until that rod went limp and soft!"
"You want me dressed now ... Mrs. Wheeler...," Billy grinned, excited by his sudden importance to me.
"Yes-let's take a drive in my car and go somewhere where we're not so likely to be seen. I'm pretty sure you'll keep this our secret, won't you?"
"Of course, ma'am...! ! ! "
"I got Billy into the car and drove him to this secluded stretch of woods. I made him get on top of me in the back seat of the car but first I had him suck first one of my tits and then the other. I made him move his mouth down the slow rise of my belly. I taught him how to spread the thick folds of my pubis lips before doing anything else to me. I had him worked up and begging for release. I let him know that instant sex did not satisfy a mature woman. That it took more than a few primitive thrusts to please me. Billy laughed and said he never learned so much about sex until he met me. I really believe I've given the youth a valuable education that will prove an asset when he begins dating heavily. So many boys never learn the art of working a woman up to where she really wants it. I meant to teach that child every trick I knew."
"Goon..."
"I allowed Billy to shove me down in the seat...," Marianne sighed. "He moved on top of me and slowly shoved his shaft between my thighs. I guided him in with my own firm fingers. I got him in place. Then I moved my legs around his hips and urged him on. Billy moved deep into me and began to mutter with hot vital passion. He cried and groaned and drove himself in deeper and harder. I felt his thrusts becoming more urgent. I knew that his climax was near. I had him drive his tongue into my mouth as I ran my fingers through his soft curly hair. I cried out as my own orgasm escaped me."
"Goon..."
"I made Billy EAT ME after he shot his love cream into me...," Marianne blushed. "I told him to get down in the seat and suck me. You'd be surprised at how eager he was to learn and how hard he tried to please me. He loved nursing at my SWOLLEN RED SEX and at my breasts. He learned very quickly how to make me hot!"
"I see..."
"I should have known that a kid can never keep a secret. I thought everything was okay until all of a sudden Billy's girlfriend Marsha began giggling at me when she was in class. Billy told me he was also putting it in Marsha but that he had gotten some rubbers off an older boy. I taught him how to use them. It wasn't long until Marsha got the nerve to tell me that she knew all about me and Billy."
"Jeez Marsha laughed, full of triumph, "I didn't know an old dame like you dug young guys! Billy must be some groovy stud to make you beg for it! Is he good Mrs. Wheeler?"
"MARSHA...!" I gasped, in shock. "Someone must be telling you naughty tales that aren't true. You have absolutely no idea of what you're talking about!"
"Then how come Billy's running around with a pair of your stinking panties in his back pocket...?" Marsha giggled. "Now I know why you keep him in after class. You like the way he shoves it too...! "
"I was terrified that Marsha might tell that story to other students...," Marianne gasped, fingers trembling. "I thought of the horrible gossip. I instantly stopped all relations with Billy. I didn't even keep him after class when he was naughty. Billy asked me one day why I wanted to stop seeing him. I told him I had had enough. I never mentioned what his girl had told me. He seemed not to mind. I think the kid was getting tired of the stud role anyway."
"Goon..."
"I'm desperately worried about that girl's mouth...,"
Marianne continued. "I don't think anyone would believe such a wild story. It's gotten so lately I can't sleep at night. My conscience is bothering me. I haven't touched Billy for three months now...! I'm saving up for a trip to Mexico. I've just got to get away from all of this gossip before I explode!! ! "
PSYCHOLOGICAL COMMENT:
Marianne Wheeler, who teaches sixth, seventh and eighth grade, is very obviously a compulsive pedophile. She mentions having had sexual experiences with children as young as ten months of age. She notes that she and her husband both indulged in pedophilia while they were in Mexico celebrating their wedding anniversary. Marianne mentions that relations with extremely young boys had always proved stimulating and brought about a series of multiple orgasms.
It might be doubted that boys of ten and twelve could satisfy a mature woman sexually since such youths are not fully developed and may not even be capable yet of ejaculation. Authorities agree that it is not the size or maturity that counts with the pedophile but the fact that contact is achieved and in many cases coital penetration is brought about.
In FOREPLAY MAGAZINE (Academy Press, San Diego) in the March/April 72 issue Charles J. Nielson M.A. observes...'
"Physicians, psychiatrists and women agree that any penis more than two inches long when erect is long enough to satisfy a woman, since all of the sexually sensitive nerves are located around the clitoris. If a woman does seem concerned about penis size it is because she has been misinformed."
Since all of the nerve endings lay near the clitoris and since a child of eleven, even thirteen, possesses a penis above the two inch requisite it is quite logical that a woman inclined to find young boys attractive could indeed be satisfied by such a youth.
Immediately after she learned that her activities were no longer a secret between herself and Billy, Marianne brought an end to their sexual relationship. She admits in the privacy of her bedroom she violently masturbates while having thought and fantasies involving erotic connection with her students.
Marianne is very much afraid she may make overt suggestions to another of her male students. She is hoping a trip to Mexico during the summer will allow her to release some of her compulsive sexual passions. When asked why she did not date men her own age Marianne replied that she, as a teacher, had to be so careful about her reputation.
Marianne has spent many a sleepless night feeling guilty about having seduced Billy. She is considering another profession if she cannot maintain better control over her sensual passions.
Hopefully Marianne may make contact with someone her own age and release her strong desires. She notes that her temptations towards youths remain unsatisfied while she was married and is presently seeking contact with someone respectable about her own age. Marianne will continue to seek help with her problem as long as she suffers these specific desires.
CHAPTER TWO
X Rated Love
Teachers are as prone to manifest strong sexual weaknesses as any other segment of society. When an adult woman makes overt attempts to procure young lovers she may have a very good reason for doing so. It is not uncommon for a particular sensual teacher to make advances to older male students whom she may find-physically attractive. Most teachers who are lonely or in need of sex are aware that adolescent boys in their prime are quite easily aroused and may prove to be quite virile. Because these women may suffer from a lack of sexual attention and because they realize many youths are receptive to the suggestion of intimate erotic involvement many teachers go to extremes to seek out youthful lovers.
In FOREPLAY MAGAZINE (Academy Press, San Diego) Phillip Rock in an article entitled "Teaching A Young Man Sex" observes...,"Age 18 is the ideal sexual age for men-in the clinical, purely biological sense. It is the time in life when sex hormones are pouring into the blood stream, when all sexual systems say "GO." Erections occur almost constantly, and under almost any kind of stimulation, from riding a bike to looking at girls. If no sexual outlet is provided, this surging, boundless energy produces almost intolerable pressure."
Older and mature women are aware that adolescence is a difficult time for teenage boys. Hampered by restrictions imposed by family, by the common morality, sexual urges nonetheless run rampant and seek satisfaction. That is why many teachers feel that late adolescence is the ripe time for instigating a teen-age romance. Many teachers admit they were prompted into overt indiscretions by the curiosity and willingness of their own students.
Since adolescent boys are vulnerable the woman who desires a youthful and virile lover will create the opportunity for a sexual relationship if this is what she desires. Most teachers are aware that masturbation is the most common form of achieving sexual release among teenagers.
In FOREPLAY MAGAZINE March/April 72 issue-Phillip Rock further observes in "Teaching A Young Man Sex"...,"Masturbation is endemic at this age. A man of 18 is a vast powerhouse of sexual energy, with most of it held in check by the dictates of society. The culture of our times does not encourage normal, interpersonal sexual outlets for our youth. Masturbation becomes the only practical method of relieving the awesome pressure that builds up in both mind and body."
Christine Nichols is a middle-aged schoolteacher who has been married and divorced twice. Despite a very attractive figure Christine tries to present the picture of ideal morality. She does not wear her sweaters too tight but rather allows her long auburn hair to fall lightly over the tops of her breasts. Her lips are full and sensual, her thighs and ankles tapering and attractive. Despite the fact that she is approaching her forties Christine is a very attractive woman who has always been especially popular with her male students.
"I've never found teaching a particularly difficult job...," Christine blushed, tossing back her silky locks of glowing auburn hair. "I've been fortunate to get along with my students, male and female alike. My career has been sporadic. I've been married twice and divorced twice. My first husband was an alcoholic. My second mate was a sex sadist. Teaching has always been a career I could fall back on and count on in a pinch. I've found it allows me a lot more freedom than either of my marriages. I'm really enjoying some of the side benefits this job allows."
"What do you mean by that?"
"I teach students in their late teens-sixteen to eighteen-to be specific. I'm well aware that boys in this age group suffer violent sexual passions. You don't associate with boys this age eight hours a day nine months out of the year without learning something of their sexual desires. Sometimes the sexual complications have nearly broken the class out in laughter. like the time Marty Evans had been trying to make out with Carol Salsbury in the back of the class. I happened to call upon Marty to read his composition. The poor kid stood up sporting a bulging erection. He could barely talk he was so self-conscious."
"Goon. . . "
"I noticed the way Marty's tool protruded against the zipper causing a noticeable bulge against his leg. I smiled mysteriously and felt my heart quicken. I noticed Carol was staring and she began to giggle and whisper to her friends. Poor Marty glanced downward, flushed crimson, and tried to finish his speech. All during the rest of the class the students poked fun at him for a normal physical reaction over which he had no control. Marty looked so terribly embarrassed. I wanted to take the nervous youth aside and comfort him but I knew I didn't dare."
"You don't discuss sex with your students?"
"Not directly...," Christine flushed. "Of course the subject comes up now and then and I try to give it proper attention and go on to something else. I'm not being paid to teach these students the facts of life. If I were I'm sure many parents would scream for my dismissal. I'm all for more sexual activity among students. I think it's a crime to dam up a boy's normal outlets and force him to resort to the misery and humiliation of masturbation. Personally I'm all for sex education for students and for giving them access to proper birth control techniques. But, of course, I don't dare let my students know how I feel."
"Why not...? "
"It just isn't done...," Christine frowned. "Teachers may have very definite ideas about sex and education but they don't voice them to their students. You've got to be careful to always maintain the student-teacher relationship. It can be a grave mistake to let the kids think you are on their level. You need their respect to keep control of the class."
"I see. Yet you do favor greater sexual freedom for teenagers?"
"Certainly...," Christine flushed, momentarily scratching her elbow. "Abroad it's an accepted reality that boys and girls this age will be having sex. We had a girl from Sweden here who was appalled by our conflicting moral standards. She couldn't understand why boys her own age felt so guilty about sex. She was outspoken in telling us that we were backward and suffering from a severe sexual neurosis. Helga told us her parents knew she had been having sex since sixteen and her own mother had seen to it that she utilized proper birth control devices. Before Helga left to return to her own country she told some of her close friends that American boys did not know how to make love. She admitted she had had several relationships with older American men in order to find adequate satisfaction."
"Don't you think Helga was over-critical?"
"No-not really...," Christine confided. "Boys and girls make out in parked cars, hurriedly, getting it over with as soon as possible to avoid detection. There is nothing relaxing and open about adolescent sexual relations. The boy just doesn't have time to indulge in prolonged foreplay in the back seat of some car in freezing weather. The girl is usually too frightened to relax and let go. Some kids can probably afford motels but just can't get anyone to rent them a room. So most teenage love is learned sporadically in the back seat of an auto. That doesn't make for very satisfactory sex."
"Agreed..."
"Helga noticed this and found it most appalling...," Christine flushed. "Helga was staying with this family here and they attempted to restrict her sexual behavior. There was quite a fury over the fact Helga was going out with older men and even some gossip that she was trying to seduce one of the single male teachers here. I don't know how she made out but Helga admitted our way of life was most frustrating."
"I see. You have no difficulty in handling your students?"
"None whatsoever...," Christine blushed. "Even the most arrogant boys eventually come around to my way of thinking. I know how to handle them without attacking their manhood, making them lose face or belittling them. It pays off in greater cooperation. I think the boys in my class are always aware I'm a woman. I used to wear sweaters until I noticed several of the more aggressive youths staring at me and later sporting erections. Yes, I find it exciting that I can spark desire in some young man's breast. I've always been attracted to young students, especially male ones. I guess you might say I've had my share of indiscretions."
"I thought you didn't discuss sex with your class."
"Professionally, I don't...," Christine grinned, almost secretly. "But what I do off the job when I'm not teaching is my own concern. I've always found young men very attractive. When I was first married at the age of twenty-six I had an affair with an eighteen year old lifeguard. I had married a man much older than I. I don't think he ever made me have an orgasm. He drank quite a bit and I don't think my affairs with young men made him feel any more secure. Let's face it, with a woman who desperately wants sex, a young man about eighteen is just the right age for the job. He's more virile than an older lover and more willing to learn. You just can't beat a teenage lover-even when you are twenty years older and ought to have sense enough to know better!"
"You have had affairs with your students then?"
"Unprofessionally yes...," Christine flushed, tapping her cigarette against the wooden antique table at her side. "I'm compulsively drawn to young handsome boys with big urgent dicks! I just can't resist the temptation to give them release. I feel so sorry for them-wanting so much to learn the facts of life, suffering relentless desires, and being afraid to really turn loose. It's a very difficult time for boys, you know."
"You seem familiar with male adolescent sex problems!"
"Believe me, I am...," Christine confessed, wryly. "At first I was just curious about the things boys liked. I heard rumors that one of the X-rated movie houses was letting students in to see the dirty films even though they knew the boys weren't old enough. Even during class I heard rumors about which was the filthiest flick. It made me curious. I remember being in the girl's lavatory when I overheard a conversation between two eleventh grade female students."
"You know...," one girl complained, "every since Mark's seen that filthy film he's been begging me to try it the back way. Can you imagine any decent guy wanting to go up your ass?"
"I don't mind sucking a little MEAT now and then...," the second girl chuckled, "but I'm not about to take it brownie-style either. The books our guys are reading are bad enough ... but the things that go on in these cheap movie houses are downright disgusting. I got mad at Jason because he asked me to go to one of the films. As if I'd be caught in a place like that. Only whores and sex fiends would be caught in there! I think they ought to close it down!"
"A little overheard gossip and I had learned that one of the local porno theatres was a hot-bed for steaming adolescent passions. I thought of my students in there eager to learn the facts of life watching torrid love-scenes while experiencing relentless erections. It made me very curious to say the least. When I thought of movie houses I thought of older men, pedophiles, molesting young girls. I began to wonder if horny women ever haunted the theatres in search of young sex. I wondered if they seduced young boys. I imagined myself masturbating some horny buck as he watched a naked couple on film. I also imagined myself on the floor sucking a steaming penis!"
"Continue..."
"I could never do it openly...," Christine admitted. "I mean-never as just me. But there was no reason I couldn't disguise myself, put on a wig and some cheap make-up and have myself a ball. I was bored at nights after correcting papers. I thought a sexy movie might be a great way to relax."
"Goon. . . "
"I bought myself a cheap platinum colored wig, some false eye-lashes, and I shoved a thick wad of gum in my mouth after dressing exotically. I strutted about my apartment acting like some sensuous libertine. I tried to change my speech as much as possible, realizing the rest of my disguise was perfect enough to fool my own students. I bought a floor length coat which hid even my legs. I even changed my brand of perfume. In a few days I felt confident enough to go out in public without fear of ever being recognized. I went past the drug store and actually bumped into students in my class. They ignored me. I was convinced my disguise was foolproof."
"Goon..."
"Finally one night I worked up the nerve to go to one of the X-rated films...," Christine recalled, with a smile. "I had heard rumors about the torrid love scenes from the boys. I had heard one youth giggle...'she swallowed it all, juice and everything' and another youth had been giggling about someone's 'turdbuster'. "
"Goon..."
"My curiosity was at a peak as I walked towards the movie house and saw a scantily clad girl, perhaps twenty-two, selling tickets. I bought my ticket and was approached by this older man in a faded suit and worn out hat."
"Are you a hooker, baby...?" he muttered, tugging my sleeve. "I got a pad around the corner. You don't need to see no film to get what you need, baby, I got it right in my pants!"
"Get lost, you creep...!" I shouted, disengaging his grip with proper vehemence.
"Damned if you don't look like a whore...!" he spat, turning angrily. "Probably get your kicks off the kids, huh? I ought to report you to the manager!"
"I hurried into the dingy movie house. There was nothing plush or elaborate about the place. I bought a bag of popcorn and some candy and studied the aisles. I saw lots of young students there ... all male ... and no women at all ... unless they were adults accompanied by an escort. At first I sat towards the back until the film began. Then when the action began to get heavy I almost flipped! I had unconsciously moved my hand between my thighs. I had my fingernail working over the outside of my panties. In a few seconds I pulled the elastic aside and thrust a solid finger into the soft wet slit!"
"Ohooooo jeez...," I muttered, thinking it had been a long while since I had felt such sweet release. "Owww ... owww ... oowwww ... ummm!! ! "
"Continue..."
"The film started out with this businessman strolling near the river on his lunch hour. He is approached by a prostitute, goes to her room, and the action begins. I wasn't much interested in the plot ... and neither was anyone else. When he began stripping the girl and making all kinds of erotic love to her on the screen I almost lost my mind! Anyone who can remain detached at a sex flick must be getting more attention at home than I was getting."
"As I stared at the screen, working my finger between my thighs, and as I felt my spontaneous liquid orgasm I knew that I was ripe and ready for love. And when I thought of an extended session of scintillating sex I thought of a boy about eighteen ... like the one sitting alone only two aisles ahead of me!"
"Continue..."
"The youth, about eighteen, I guess was thoroughly absorbed in the film. He had a light jacket thrown over his lap. I could tell from the expression on his face that he was violently masturbating. I watched his body jerk suddenly. His smile twisted in ecstasy, and then he went limp. Later he began chewing popcorn as the tempo of the film calmed down. My own fingers were wet and just aching to get hold of a nice relentless penis!"
"Goon..."
"I was for a moment severely tempted to go and sit next to the boy. I wondered if he would mind being approached by an older woman. I had never been as direct and deceiving about sex before-but then the hot ache in my loins demanded I go to any extreme to obtain satisfaction. I found myself leaving my seat and walking two aisles forward. Three chairs in and I was next to the the tall blonde-haired youth."
"This seat taken...?" I inquired, in my most sultry voice.
"No...," the youth answered absent-mindedly.
"You're alone then...," I prodded.
"I guess so...," he muttered, fingering the golden butter-popcorn. "It kinda looks that way..."
"I got lonesome back there...," I muttered, "and I noticed you by yourself. I thought you might want company."
"Jeez-what for...? "
"You aren't that stupid, are you...?" I questioned, moving my eager fingers towards his thigh. "Maybe I don't have anyone at home to love me, honey!"
"Listen-babe...," he bristled. "I don't have any money to pay you. I'm just a poor high school stiff who can't even afford to take a girl out. So if you're hooking or trying to pay your rent on the side you better find someone else!"
"You don't like what I'm doing to you then...?" I questioned, squeezing the firm flesh beneath the faded levis. "You don't like a girl's warm fingers around your meat? You wouldn't want my warm lips around you, caressing your balls ... sucking you ... all of you ... until you melt in my mouth?"
"Jeez-lady...," the youth rasped. "I ain't got no money. Cut it out. The film's bad enough without you driving me up the wall too! I'm about to mess my pants for crissakes!"
"Why don't you take it out for me...?" I questioned. "I'm not after money if that's what's bothering you. What if I told you that what I wanted was hidden right beneath your zipper? How about being accommodating and let me at it!"
"Go to it. . . ! , " he smiled, leaning back in the chair.
"I tugged down on the zipper. I reached inside the jocks and pulled out a very urgent and aroused penis. I held it in my hand a long moment hardly believing this was happening to me. I had been so cautious since going back to my profession ... dating only occasionally ... trying to appear respectable. I wondered what my own students would think if they could see me now ... acting like some moon-struck young kid getting his first taste of love. I held that young penis in my hands and I was squeezing it. I could feel the blood pouring through it and making it more erect!"
"You doing this for free...?" the youth gasped, in disbelief.
"Sure ... can't you believe I get lonesome! Maybe I came here hoping to find a cheap thrill. And maybe I've found something that I've wanted for a very long time!"
"Don't let me keep you from your goal, sugar...," he laughed, picking a hard pimple on his face. "You've got nice soft hands, lady. I've heard of lots of things ... but never a gal propositioning a guy for free! You'll have to come this way more often!"
"Honey-all I want is for you to come right between my lips ... I," I muttered, jiggling his penis to a state of rigid erection. "Suddenly I was down on the floor, actually moving between that youth's legs. He took his jacket and casually tossed it over my head so that no one could see us from the back. I felt blatantly bold and very much aroused. I was excited. The adrenalin was rushing into my system. I moved my lips to the ripe tip and attempted to be cautious lest my wig fall off and reveal my true identity."
"Ohoooo ... jeez ... lady...," the kid gasped. "Suck ... me ... ummm ... suck ... suck ... sugar! Suck ... my ... rod ... kiss ... my ... balls!"
"I moved my tongue up and down the veined shaft...," Christine admitted. "I moved my fingers to those ripe globes and stroked them, teasing them with sharp fingernails. The kid began pumping in and out of my mouth. He started to twist and turn with passion, thrusting as I attempted to swallow all of him that I could. I began sucking wildly, excited by the first taste of young love I had had for some time. I was delighted with my deception. I could taste the preliminary secretion from his Cowper's gland. I was delighted to be nursing at that ripe young penis...! "
"Jeez-I'm getting ready to come! I hope you can swallow it all because there's no turning back now!"
"Ohooooooo love me...," I cried, as the full volume of his liquid poured into my mouth. "I sucked his rod in deep and hard and cried out as his testicles banged against my chin. I clung to his young manhood and felt the violent fury of his thrusts as his orgasm poured out the tip. I had his come dripping down my cheeks, dribbling down my chin. I felt a strange sense of satisfaction at having achieved my goal."
"Now, how about some light finger-love, honey?, " the youth whispered, somewhat nervously, switching roles.
"I sat next to the youth. He moved his coat over my lap and thrust eager fingers between my thighs. I spread my legs widely and wiggled closer to him. I felt his fingernails moving about and then I felt a curious jab against my slit."
"Nice and juicy, baby like maybe you need screwed!"
"Just keep your mouth shut and those fingers moving...," I gasped, watching the torrid sequence of coital love on the screen. "It's been ages since anyone has diddled me. It feels damned good if you want to know the truth! I wonder if you'd mind taking a trip to the floor and giving me a blow job!! ! "
"Me-eat HAIR PIE?, " the youth chuckled. "Right here ... now? Jeez it sounds daring!"
"The kid was anxious to be the aggressor...," Christine flushed. "He diddled me until his finger slid in and out making wet smacking sounds with each thrust. Then I held the coat over his head, pulled my dress up, and allowed the youth to remove my panties. I made a mental note not to wear anymore panties to X-rated movies. I was also thankful I had recently taken a shower and thus had no tell-tale body odor."
"Mmmmmm ... smells like roses in bloom...," the youth giggled. "I never thought I'd be eating pussy in a place like this...! "
"I never thought I'd be eaten here either...," I laughed. "But don't stop now-buster."
"Jeez-lady ... you're all wet!"
"I moaned low and moved my hips towards his mouth. I felt his tongue make intimate contact with my clitoris. I was on fire with a compulsive passion. I twisted and turned and plunged my clitty against his lips. I begged him to suck me and to lash his tongue back and forth. The kid obeyed my commands and sucked my genitilia deep into his mouth. I wanted to cry out and scream as my orgasm approached. I didn't dare. Instead I clung to the arms of the chair in an attempt to keep control. I groaned heavily as I had a wild wet orgasm. The kid kept lapping and sucking until he had me totally exhausted!"
"Baby-you've got a clit as long as a baby's tool the boy jested. "And I gotta bust out here and meet my ride. He said he'd be here quarter of nine. It's twenty of now. I hope you come back some other time, doll. I've enjoyed it. I don't know who you are or why you're doing this ... but I want you to know you're genuinely appreciated!"
"So long friend. Hang loose...!" I laughed, sorry to see my companion leave, yet thankful that the evening had been a profitable one sex-wise."
"Was he the only student you assaulted in this manner?"
"I did not assault the boy...," Christine flushed, angrily. "I merely approached him about sex. We shared a wonderful short-lived intimacy. I don't appreciate the implication that he was molested against his will. An eighteen year old boy is old enough to give his consent!"
"Did you approach any youths younger than eighteen?"
"Maybe-since this is strictly confidential...," Christine blushed, "I'll admit I've had boys as young as sixteen. One of them was a student named Chippy who was in one of my early morning classes. I knew who he was when I approached him. He was a tall muscular boy with a filthy mouth and a big bulging penis that stayed hard most of the time-even when he studied. I felt safe and secure in my disguise. One day when I was at the flick I approached Chip and sat down."
"You got a cigarette, honey?, " I questioned.
"You can't smoke in here, dummy...," he answered, absorbed in the film until he turned and saw that I was female. "Oh ... I'm sorry about that. I never fancied a dame in here ... not talking to me anyway!"
"You got B.O. or something. . . ? "
Chip ran curious fingers through his thick greasy hair. He stared at me a moment boldly.
"You solicitin', or something? If you're trying to peddle it-name your price...! I gotta hard-on that won't quit. . . ! Been listening to my old man scream at my old lady all night cause she's got on the rag and don't want screwed. So noisy I can't even study. A guy's gotta do something."
"You got a girlfriend?, " I inquired.
"Sarah's out of town with her old man...," Chippie replied. "Hey-what's your game. You a cop or something?"
"Could be...," I muttered, chewing a thick wad of gum. "And I'm taking your MEAT in as evidence...! Ummm ... boy ... you do have a big one...! ! ! "
"You may be the answer to my most intimate dream...," Chippie laughed, relaxing as eager fingers moved to embrace his sex through the thin material of his well-worn faded jeans.
"Maybe you're the answer to a horny old lady's dreams, baby...!" I muttered, unzipping the fly in an attempt to get at that gorgeous hunk of manhood.
"Ummm ... you are well-endowed...," I muttered. "I had that gorgeous rod in my hands. It was almost eight inches and very thick. It was pounding with blood and swelling in my hand driving me to an almost maddening passion. I clung to it and squeezed it while my fingers moved to the testicles. I caressed them and squeezed the penis until Chippie was pumping in and out of my hand."
"You don't give away free blow-jobs do you...?" the youth muttered in impatient fury. "I've got a little money on me if you need any extra persuasion!"
"Baby ... this is persuasion enough...!" I cried, lifting the heavy rock between firm fingers. I moved down between the youth's faded jeans and pressed my mouth against the gorgeous tool. I lashed my tongue back and forth over the uncircumcised head. I shoved the foreskin back. I assaulted the tiny opening with my furious tongue and got a moaning response from the youth. He began running his hands through my hair as proof of his passion. I had to restrain him and tell him not to do that. I was terrified for a moment that my wig might come off and one of my own students might recognize me."
"What's wrong, doll-is it a wig or something...?" Chippie groaned. "I bet you're a married dame who's got a husband at home ... maybe even two kids! I bet you're afraid your old man will find out you got a yen for young guys! Baby if you want me to put it in maybe we can go somewhere. I got my car outside. I'd love to take you to a motel and really work you over!"
"I was suddenly eager and excited and yet fearful...," Christine admitted. "In the dim darkness of the theater I felt safe and secure in my disguise. In the car alone where the boy could look me over I would be afraid my identity might be discovered. The temptation was strong but I told Chippie I would only meet him at the theater!"
"You like X-rated love ... huh...?" Chippie laughed, lunging in and out of my mouth.
"I like young studs...," I laughed. "I like to eat them...! To feel them coming down my throat...! Maybe we can sneak up in the balcony some night. Maybe I might let you put it in."
"Why not now...?" Chippie groaned. "I know the usher. If he does catch us he won't take us to the manager. Willie will keep his mouth shut about anything for five dollars."
"You really want to go up in the balcony and screw?"
"If you're willing so am I. I got some rubbers in case you're worried!"
"No sweat..., " I muttered. "I can't have children. It's a blessing in a way. I hate to screw with a condom. I like to feel the real thing working in and out. I hope you can hold out a long time!"
"I can screw you senseless, sugar...," Chippie laughed, tugging at me and begging me to follow up the stairs.
"In the balcony we were alone. The carpet was thick in one spot. I had on no panties and it was a simple affair for me to lay down and pull up my dress. Chippie unleashed his swollen sex. He fell on top of me. I groaned under the weight of his flesh. I actually prayed that my wig stayed on. The way I was made up there was little danger he would recognize me. Chippie moved to kiss me. I felt my heart flutter as he plunged his tongue deep in my mouth."
"You got a name, baby?"
"Candy...," I muttered, almost laughing at my deception.
"Candy-maybe you'll be good enough to eat when I get done...! "
"Ohoo ... love me..." I cried, thrusting my legs around his buttocks. "Oh, shove it in ... kid, pump good and hard ... ummm ... jeez ... that's some rod you got hanging in your pants...! Kids are better hung than some men ... ummm ... you got a weapon in your pant-si"
"You got a big ramrod up your puss now. baby Chippie frowned, moving firm fingers beneath fleshy buttocks. "You're gonna feel like it's coming out your mouth in a few short seconds'"
"Ohoo-bang me...! Blast me off ... you screwy KID...! Oh ... jeez ... love me ... SCREW ME ... love me ... hard!"
"Damned screw-crazed broad Chippie groaned, whamming himself in hard and fast. "Must be some darned nympho. I hope you ain't no disease baby, cause I'm clean. Clean as a whistle!"
"Remind me to blow you, ha, buster...," I muttered. "I'm pretty careful about who I screw around with too!"
"Good-I like my girls clean ... and ... sharp!! ! "
"I almost went wild when that kid socked it to me...," Christine flushed. "Do you know he pounded into me like crazy? Do you know that when he got done he mounted my shoulders and made me suck him and when it was hard he put it in me again? And again!! ! Three times until I was pooped. I was pleased with the vitality that kid had. He would have been worth paying for sex but the nature of our relationship was non-commercial. When we went back downstairs I made arrangements to meet him in the theatre over the weekend. I just had to have that fiery penis in me once more. I had to feel it pulsating and pounding bringing me final orgasmic ecstasy. Chippie was pleased that I liked him. He wanted to take me somewhere but I was afraid to be seen with him outside the theatre. Afraid he might see through my disguise and identify me. I wondered how the boys in my class would react if they knew their teacher was a tool-happy bitch who dug young virile studs not even out of high school."
"Go on..."
'I began relationships with over half a dozen boys, meeting them various days of the week at the theatre. I had a wild sex life just getting banged and sucked inside the theatre. I wanted to go out and meet some of the boys but I was afraid. I realized I was acting foolish and my job was in jeopardy. But the physical rewards of these meetings more than justified the slight risk. I've never been so happy in my life as when I'm in some guys arms and he's slipping it into me. It's a feeling I find hard to turn my back on. I realize it's risky and foolish-but it makes me feel like a woman!"
"Goon..."
"I don't know how long I can go on like this...," Christine blushed. "Sooner or later I'm bound to get caught. I'm getting aroused in class just staring at all the ripe young sex and knowing all it would take is one small spark to ignite a wild chain reaction among my male students. I've really got to quit ... maybe go to a girl's school somewhere where I won't be so tempted. I know I could get over this sudden compulsion if I knew more swinging guys my own age. But being a teacher I have to be respectable. You just don't meet the kind of guys who turn me on in nice respectable places. I feel cheap and crude haunting the porno houses ... but then when I feel up a nice young stud ... baby ... I'm gone t!t"
PSYCHOLOGICAL COMMENT:
That women can be very aggressive and demanding in their sexual desires is a fact well-known to psychiatrists and psychologists. That women often desire young boys as sexual partners is a fact equally well-known. Ofttimes older women become aggressive and actively solicit sexual involvement with young boys in the hopes of satisfying their hot and passionate desires.
In THE ANAL DELIGHT, author James Harvey observes...,"Almost all psychologists, psychiatrists and others involved in the sexual behavior of human beings agree that the female is really the more passionate of the two. For centuries we have been led to believe that no 'nice girl' is interested in sex and only submits to it to please her husband and to bring children into the world. It is surprising how this belief still lingers in the minds of many despite clinical proof to the opposite. While men have quicker and more sudden desires for sex their passions tend to cool rapidly. On the other hand women have deeper and more lasting sexual desires and, when aroused, are far more passionate than the most passionate man. Some women try to deny this fact and repress their longings. Other women, however, freely admit their desires and indulge in them." (7)
Women who do not find adequate sex with men their own age often turn to adolescent boys for satisfaction. It is a habit which is frowned upon and scorned in our society yet in other countries the value of an older teacher in an adolescent sex relationship is fully realized.
In THE ENCYCLOPEDIA OF ABNORMAL SEX (Brandon House, North Hollywood, 1965) Roger Blake observes..., "In the western world we came across many isolated instances of adult-child sexual intrigues between a pupil and teacher, but the adult involved is certainly not an accepted or even tolerated part of our society. He is quickly condemned and punished in the same manner as any other child molester."
Considering that Christine's victims are adolescents sixteen and over we cannot consider her affliction a manifestation of pedophilia. However, we can be certain that Christine is psychologically disturbed in that she does not seek out relations with men her own age. Knowing that teenage boys are weak, virile, and vulnerable she has chosen them as targets and goes about the business of disguising her identity. Christine lives with the fear that one of her own students may recognize her. Yet her lust for young adolescent sex is compulsive enough so that she continues with these practices despite all obvious risks.
Christine is presently seeking help to curb her compulsive sexual desires. Whether or not she succeeds cannot be determined at this early date.
CHAPTER THREE
Flying High
The emotional relationship that exists between a student and teacher is a very strong one oftimes involving the expression of emotions that are tender or even sexual in nature. Many teachers tend to become emotionally involved with their students often having a particular sympathy for a backward child or one who acts in a hostile manner. Many teachers may never recognize that their feelings are sexual in origin. Others do realize this, however, and tend to seek sexual solace with their youthful companions. Many teachers set out to entice and seduce particular students who are also emotionally involved.
In FOREPLAY MAGAZINE, March/April 72 issue Phillip Rock observes
"Older women are drawn towards young men for a variety of reasons, some of them psychologically complex. Perhaps the most common reason, at least in our society, is the maternal instinct. A woman will be drawn toward a young man who is a 'lost soul,' a shy, nervous guy who just can't make it with girls his own age. The woman may feel an overpowering urge to love and protect the young man, and she will, literally press him to her bosom, the way a mother comforts a distraught child."
After discovering a very compassionate feeling towards some students it may emerge from the subconscious that such feelings are sexual in nature. The con-summation of such feelings may become psychologically compulsive and lead to all kinds of overt erotic behavior.
Phillip Rock in FOREPLAY notes
"The maternal instinct certainly exists, perhaps, there are other forces at work, more primitive and basic impulses that draw youth to experience and experience to youth. An enormous number of human drives have been blunted out by both civilization and the customs of society."
Although specifically sexual desires between young men and older women have been ridiculed and repressed in our society they sometimes spring to the foreground with compulsive insistence and violent urgency.
Mature women realize that young boys develop quite early and are as virile, if not more so, than older men. Many women crave to mould a young man sexually and to become the most important person in his life. Ofttimes the relationship becomes sexual in nature without deliberate intent. Once such a relationship has gathered psychological steam the outcome is almost always overtly sexual in nature.
In this case history we are dealing with Maria Donnovan, a woman in her early forties who is married to a man of sixty-two. Maria has been teaching for twenty-one years and has had a variety of experiences with her students. Yet it was not until her husband became impotent and she became involved with one of her students that she realized that she was becoming the compulsive slave to a very strong sexual drive. Maria blames her own weak nature and the fact that she is totally dissatisfied with her marital life for the sporadic adolescent romance that developed.
Maria is a brown-haired woman in her mid-forties. She is somewhat attractive though definitely not the sensual type. Her complexion is pale, her eyes a deep blue, her lips wistful and full of petulant desire. Maria has always been a romantic. She teaches English literature and is well-versed in poetry and art. Having suffered a traumatic childhood she is prone to feel a certain sympathy for the unfortunate and maladjusted students in her class. Maria herself admits she has always given special attention to problem students.
"My life never took such a dramatic change as when my husband retired and began staying home all the time. Walter and I have been married seven years. It was my second marriage. I realized it was a mistake, that our personalities clashed, after we had been married less than two years. But when you're unattractive like me, only a schoolteacher, you're lucky to find a man, I guess. Maybe I underrate myself. My daughters always told me I could have done better than Walter. In fact they haven't come around much since I remarried. I've tried to make myself believe it's because they have families of their own. But deep down inside I know it's because Walter stays drunk most of the time."
"Go on..."
"I've always been an awkward, romantic child...," Maria began, haltingly. "I had a very troubled childhood. I loved my father very much. I was close to him. Dad was somewhat of a stern man who hesitated to allow too much familiarity so it was pretty much a one-way relationship which my step-mother tried to stifle. I was one of four girls and I was, I guess, the least favorite. After dad re-married when I was eight my step-mother never allowed any of us close to him. She took over responsibility for discipline, education, and everything concerning us. Dad was confined either to the bedroom to satisfy her hot wanton desires or else he was hard at work down at the mill. You can't imagine how this hurt me ... not being as close to my father, not to be able to sit on his lap ... instead my step-mother ridiculed dad every time he tried to pay attention to me. It seemed that she singled me out because she knew I loved dad the most."
"Continue..."
"I guess I did have a certain fondness for dad ... and maybe it was sexual in nature Maria admitted. "I remember I found that masturbation was a very good release at the time. I don't remember if I fantasized about dad or not. It's difficult to remember back then. I do remember I did masturbate a lot. I either had to do it silently in the bathroom or else wait until my sisters fell asleep. There were four of us in the tiny bedroom and it was darned crowded. Because I thrashed and turned I had my own half-bed. But up until I was six I had always slept with one of my sisters. Even in my own bed I'd no more than get my finger into my slit than I'd begin making this funny sound ... a slick, slopping sound, wet and smacking. I remember one night I was fingering away and one of my sisters called out. . . 'what is that funny noise ... what on earth could it be?'. "
"What did you do?"
"I pretended to be asleep. I immediately quit masturbating and when my sister awoke me I muttered something about a rat scurrying across the floor. After that I always made sure my sisters were sleeping before I'd lift my gown to touch myself. I learned all about sex about that time too. You see to go to the bathroom you had to walk right past dad's bedroom door. My stepmother never pulled the door shut. My stepmother demanded sex several hours a night before she could sleep. When dad wasn't in the mood to indulge in prolonged intercourse I can remember hearing the sounds of my stepmother's bare feet pattering against the floor. Dad would call out to her to come to bed and go to sleep. To which she would reply...'how can I sleep when I'm aching inside?' "
"Continue..."
"Then dad would have to suck her off for an hour or more if he couldn't get it up. The bitch finally got exhausted enough after five or six orgasms to go to sleep. I should have mentioned she was almost fifteen years younger than dad. I think she ran around on him. I left home when I was sixteen and lived with an older sister who put me through college until I got my degree. I got married then and worked until I had several children. I stayed home with each child until it was of school age. After Doug died I lived alone until I met Walter. I was so tired of living alone I got married. I went back to teaching because I was bored staying at home. I guess I've always been pretty sensitive. Maybe that's what made me detect that Jeff Ruben was a kid headed for trouble. He got thrown off the high-school football team because he was quarrelsome and defiant.
In games against other teams he always tried some dirty tricks aimed at injuring anyone near him. They say Jeff is the reason one player lost his right eye."
"Is Jeff in your class?"
"Yes...," Maria smiled, "he's in second period English lit. He's a troublesome boy, I will say that. I've tried very hard to work with Jeff ... to teach him that being a man doesn't mean being big and loud. I've tried to teach him that men have fine and decent feelings that need expression. Jeff hates poetry and ridicules the male poets. I assured him that most of the men poets were virile lovers instead of the sissies he thought they were. I sent Jeff to the principal a few times but it only made him resent me more. I decided that to really understand the boy I would have to get close to him and that meant working more personally with him."
"How did you achieve this?"
"It wasn't easy...," Maria confessed. "I started off keeping him after class to do each assignment he missed the night before. If I made the class compose a poem at home I had to sit with Jeff and make him do it after class. At first I got nothing but resentment and rebellion."
"I'm not writing some stupid old poem...," Jeff shouted, slamming his fist against the desk. "Maybe Cheryl Conway can express herself in hearts and flowers but I just can't. I don't have any feeling like that. Just flunk me and leave me alone."
"You're bound to have some decent refined feelings...," I interrupted. "You're an intelligent youth. You do well on some of your tests when I work with you. You're not retarded. You just haven't been taught how to express yourself. You're bound to have felt love ... tenderness ... seen a breath-taking sunset. All of these things are the subjects of poetry."
"I see shit...!" Jeff snapped, rubbing his hands across his thigh nervously as if to wipe the sweat from his palm. T can write about stinking shit and hate because my step-father hates me. How about this teach...?
'my old man's a fink my mother's a whore someone used to love me but not anymore.'
"Okay-that's a beginning...," I interrupted. "You've expressed yourself-something-an emotion, resentment, perhaps loneliness, anger, many things. You've at least come part way out of your shell."
"Lady-you throw more shit than a horse with loose bowels...," Jeff roared. "I make up cruddy poems and you tell me they're good. I don't care who loves me and who doesn't. I'm a man. I've been on my own for years. I don't need you or anyone else to make a sissy out of me."
"You're very much a loner, aren't you?"
"And I intend to stay that way...," Jeff resounded. "Go ahead and flunk me. I don't care."
"I want to help you find yourself."
"You're looking at me, baby...," Jeff snapped. "Like what you see?"
"I felt right then that Jeff was making every effort to evade me, to thwart my efforts to make him a good student. I tried to convince him he could have decent, honest emotions and that he could write good poetry and gradually I could see that he was impressed with my persistence if nothing else."
"Listen-teach...!" Jeff began, rubbing his palms over faded jeans impatiently. "I don't know why you bother with me. My old man calls me J.D.-'juvenile delinquent'-and my mother refers to me as 'jail bait.' You got the picture? Neither of them have time for me. They're waiting until I turn eighteen so they can kick me out. A cop already told dad he had to raise me until I was legal age. My old man wanted to shove me out when I got a girl in trouble. He wanted to make me go to work and be a man-but the court said he was responsible for me. I deliberately stayed home just to make him angry."
"Is he your real father?"
"Hell-no...! ! ! , " Jeff replied. "My old man ran off and left mom and I when I was a kid. Mom's a pretty woman. She used to like poetry and things like that before things happened. I guess my real father had money ... but all I can remember is being poor. I don't think mom could get a divorce until dad had left her so many years. She lived with one man after the other for a long while. Then finally she married Clay. I never really hated her until she married him. He's a real mean bastard! He beat me with a belt until I got big enough to take it away from him. He's been screwing up my life for years now. If it weren't for a life sentence for first degree murder I'd probably do him in!"
"You like your mother. Is she very pretty?"
"Uh ... huh...!" Jeff whistled, smiling proudly. "She has a really beautiful bod! Looks like a teenager! Mom has long blonde hair, blue eyes, a dimpled chin and a darling figure. No wonder the old s.o.b. she married keeps her tied to the bed. Mom had a hysterectomy after my second brother arrived-or else she'd be fat each year. Mom didn't change that much until she married Clay. Then everything changed. I was no longer allowed to go into the bedroom to kiss her goodnight. The old slob told me it was time I grew up and acted like a man. I guess I resented him so much I went out and got in trouble so mom noticed me. At first it worked. When a cop brought me home the first time, mom took me aside and cuddled me tight and tried to find out what was wrong. I was only about twelve or thirteen then. I'd steal things ... do something bad ... just so mom would find out about it. For a while it was worth the punishment my stepfather gave me just to know she cared. Then after a stiff conversation one night my stepfather told mom he'd take over handling me. I heard him say as he took off his thick leather belt that it took a man to make a man. One night when my favorite cat died, I cried. The s.o.b. found me upstairs bawling my eyes out. Old "Tabby" had been my friend since I was a kid. The vet I took her to said she had been poisoned. When the old s.o.b. caught me bawling he put stripes across my back and my ass. He told me to grow up and take it like a man. Mother wasn't allowed to talk to me or anything. It was then I developed this burning hatred for them both."
"Poor kid...," Maria sighed, recalling her own childhood. "It takes a much bigger man to cry than to shrug it off and stomp out the door. How could your mother love such a brute?" r
"He has a very big DICK...!" Jeff chuckled, staring down at his growing erection.
"Let's not talk like that...," Maria interrupted, staring away from the bulge in Jeff's trousers.
"Well-it's the truth!"
'I realized then that-the youth had something of an 'Oedipus Complex.' I've done some reading in psych and I realize a young man's relationship with his mother is very important and a definite factor in determining his later sexual development. I realized that Jeff hated his father and had transferred this seething hatred to everyone, his mother, his peers, the world around him. He had been alienated at home and he intended to alienate the world outside."
"Continue..."
"It brought back the loathing I felt for my stepmother. I recall the deep hatred, the submerged anger, and it had only been fear that kept me from expressing myself in open rebellion. For a boy it was so much easier to express hatred, contempt. Jeff was a youth who needed guidance from a mother-figure very much. I'm afraid right at the moment I made the mistake of thinking I might fill that place in his life."
"Okay ... you've got problems...," I smiled, trying to ignore the threatening bulge rising beneath the tight jeans. "But at least be willing to face them."
"I'm looking at a big problem right now...!" Jeff chuckled, staring at the bulge in his pants.
"I overlooked that remark. Jeff became more cooperative after our discussion. I looked forward to our meetings twice a week after class. I found the youngster bright, physically handsome, mentally alert. I hoped I could remove some of the barriers that might lead him to a life of rebellion. To be honest I dreaded going home to Walter because he was always very drunk and abusive. I enjoyed talking to Jeff, noticing the way his hair was thick and curly and how he had a slight widow's peak. His teeth were full and white, evenly spaced, and his lips were very full and sensual. He used to lick his tongue over his upper lip when he talked. It sent cold shivers up my spine. I guess the kid sensed I liked him and it broke down his resistance. I guess I was most unprepared for what happened one night when we went to my apartment. I had brought Jeff to my place to look at some rare volumes. We had been disturbed in school by older boys teasing Jeff about always staying after class. The teasing had become sexual in nature. Jeff seemed relieved when I suggested we study in my apartment. I never gave a thought to anything romantic happening between us."
"Goon. . . "
"At the apartment I fixed Jeff a coke. While I was in the bathroom changing into some more comfortable clothes I heard Jeff in the kitchen. I keep a bottle of scotch there but I never imagined he would get it."
"Jeez-you do have rare volumes...," Jeff chuckled, glancing through the shelf. "Where's your old man?"
"Out with friends...," Maria gasped, recalling that her husband often left for a day or more without saying anything. "He won't mind your being here!"
"Just don't want the old bird getting the wrong ideas...," Jeff laughed, tossing down his drink.
"How could he ... Jeff...?" I gasped, surprised. "You're just a boy!"
"Don't be silly Mrs. Donnovan...! You may be old enough to be my mother but you're still attractive enough to bring out the man in me!"
"Jeff-you don't know what you're saying...," Maria gasped, suddenly. "All at once I felt a bold hand against my thigh. I was instantly alert. I didn't know what to do. Jeff was pulling me down on the couch. I noticed he had drawn the blinds shut and the lights were on in the living room which was not how I had left them."
"Don't beat around the bush...," Jeff chuckled. "The kids are teasing me about you now. I told them an older woman could teach me a lot I didn't know-ha...! I let them think you're a real sexpert ... teach!"
"I tried to protest...," Maria objected. "But it was no use. Jeff shoved me down against the couch. It was then that I smelled the whisky on his breath. My hand moved to his leg to brace myself. I felt the bold urgent erection in his pants."
"Why don't you squeeze my MEAT a little, sugar...?" Jeff whispered. T may be a kid but I'm smart enough to know you find me attractive. You've already told me your old man's retired. He's probably too old to get it up at nights. You don't know it, Mrs. Donnovan, but you're a damned good-looking chick. Umm-m you've got the sweetest lips."
"Ohooooo ... Jeff. . . ! " I gasped. "I felt eager hands moving to my breasts. I was being pushed down on the couch. The youth was laying over me. His kisses were fiery and passionate. He was bold and eager. All of my pent-up emotions seemed to break through at once. I knew it was true that I loved Jeff and I secretly wanted him. A child in kindergarten would have seen that. As Jeff's firm fingers moved inside my blouse I ran my hands through his thick sensual hair."
"I won't lie...," I gasped, heavily. "Ohooo . . .umm ... I do have feelings for you...! Ummm ... oh, Jeff, I could have gone on forever as your friend. Why do you have to change things between us?"
"Because you really want me to...," Jeff panted, moving wet lips eagerly. "And because I've been accused so often I might as well try it. I never thought about it much until Larry Beaver said something dirty about you ... you and me ... you know. I figured why not. . . ? You're lonely ... and I need someone...! I'm tired of fooling around with kids. Every girl I take out and get ready backs down because she's heard how I got one girl knocked up and wouldn't marry her. You're a woman ... you oughta know how to take care of things like that."
"I've gone through the change, darling...," Maria blushed. "You can't hurt me. Oh, Jeff, oh, gawd, I do want you ... ohooo ... open my blouse and kiss my titty...! Twirl them in your mouth until the tits stand out...! Don't worry about my old man. He won't be home for hours. Probably off at some poker game. An insensitive s.o.b. like your stepfather!"
"I knew you two didn't get along...!" Jeff laughed, touching the responsive flesh beneath his pants.
"Well-you can't imagine how I felt ... a mature women in her forties letting herself be made love to by a boy of seventeen. Really, Jeff was a boy in name only. When I moved my fingers to his zipper and slowly pulled it down ... when I withdrew his THROBBING MEAT ... I realized he was every inch a man. My husband's penis very rarely gets firmly erect. Jeff was erect the moment I hauled it out...! His tool was bulging and pounding violently with blood . ... ! "
"Ohooo ... jeez...," Jeff gasped. "It feels so good to have you touch it! Umm ... I love the way you suck my tongue ... ! ! ! "
"Oho ... Jeff ... darling ... you must keep this a secret between us...," I gasped, panting heavily. "No one ... no one must know!"
"I've come to like you very much...," Jeff mumbled. "I want you to know that. It's not just that you're an attractive woman...! "
"Oh ... Jeff. . '. whatever is it..., " I blushed, T enjoy it! I never meant for it to happen. But I can't say NO...! You're so firm and hard ... so eager and wonderful!"
"Underneath...," Jeff giggled, "you're really a nice lady."
"My hand was working Jeff's RIGID SEX impatiently...," Maria sighed. I didn't want him to think I was desperate for sex. Yet I could not deny the overwhelming passion of my flesh. I withdrew from his intimate embrace and moved down on the couch."
"Why don't you lay back and relax...," I suggested, lolling my tongue suggestively. "I'd like to explore this most promising development a little closer!"
"Jeez are you going to BLOW ME really...? "
"Jeff's words died in his mouth...," Maria blushed. "I was overwhelmed by this maddening passion that seemed to move me downward between the hairy ripe thighs. I made Jeff pull off his jeans and shorts. I savored the sight of his naked sex. I stared at his rising passion and noticed the hole in the middle of his circumcised sex. I moved my tongue to the piss-hole and held his surging organ out like it was a lollipop. My fingers nudged the spongy testicles as my mouth moved over the object of rigid passion."
"Jeez-BABY-what a talented tongue...!" Jeff laughed, glancing down at his navel.
"What a nice hunk of RAW MEAT...!" I gasped.
"Ummm ... suck harder Jeff giggled. "Don't be afraid to nip a little!"
"I swallowed the juicy tool with obvious delight....," Maria muttered. "I felt as if some devil had possessed me and were driving me to take leave of my senses. I was on my own couch, in my own apartment, making oral love to a very attractive seventeen year old student. The implication, if I had stopped to consider them, would have been enough to frighten me off. But the rising passion between my teeth made my desires more urgent!"
"Jeez-feels good when you nip the head...," Jeff chuckled. "Suck harder ... tickle my balls like you're doing...! "
"Ohooooo ... Jeff ... I love you so...! "
"I'm going to love you too in a few minutes...! Don't be afraid to pop me off. . . ! I can get it up again in no time at all...! "
"I was relieved to learn the youth was fully potent. My own husband rarely desired sex, alcohol decreased his lust, and made him talk about sex more and perform less. I realized Walter was impotent and that Jeff was a substitute for the big thrill that had left my life. I realized my feelings and thoughts about the boy had always been highly sexual. Until now I had repressed such a realization. Jeff, on the other hand, didn't repress anything that seemed important to him. And I realized I had come to fill a place in his life."
"You're soft and wonderful Jeff groaned, running curious fingers through dark hairs on his chest. "And so human! You're not stern and detached like mom and my step-dad. I feel I can touch you...! And I know you can touch me...! Baby-can you ever touch me. Get ready because I'm about to pop my load!"
"Go ahead ... Jeff darling I gasped. "I can swallow it all. I can take your entire load. Oh, lover, give me your come ... give it all to me...! Now ... Jeff, darling, NOW. . . ! ! ! "
"OHOOOOOOOOO here it comes...! ! ZOOOOOOOMMMMMM!! ! "
"My jaws opened to accept the full volume of his love...," Maria sighed. "I felt it spewing down my throat ... splashing against the little hang-down in the back of my throat . . and then pouring like a warm gruel into my stomach. I sucked ... and SUCKED ... and sucked ... and teased those firm testicles with passioned fingers until finally that rod went soft between my lips. I clung to it sucking ... trying to extract every ounce of vitality from it's softness."
"No sense in whipping a dead horse...!" Jeff giggled. "Come up here and let me diddle you a few minutes ... then when I get hard I'll drive it home and really shoot the juice where it will do some good!"
"Oh ... love me, Jeff. . . ! , " I cried. "Love me any way you can...! "
"Come here ... maama...! "
"I threw my arms around Jeff's neck. He pulled off all my clothes. I felt his curious eyes studying my naked flesh. I felt inadequate and old but his eager fingers assured me he was not turned off by what he saw. He drove his tongue into my mouth, sucked and pulled against my buttocks. I felt his warm soft penis between my thighs. I felt his urgent tongue in my mouth savoring, caressing. I moved against his manhood and groaned and told him how very desperately I wanted him. He moved his fingers to my hair wet sex and began to play with my clit."
"Ummm...," Jeff muttered. "You seem very sensitive there!"
"That's a woman's most responsive spot...," I whispered, imparting a bit of feminine knowledge into that youthful head. "Just the pressure of a finger or a tongue there can make a woman have multiple orgasms...! Without a penis...! Perhaps I can teach you other things besides poetry. Most young men are such reckless lovers. Rub your finger around there ... just keep touching that little button ... and if you feel like it you might want to kiss it!"
"Will it make you come. . . ? , " Jeff inquired.
"Try me and find out!"
"Jeff manipulated until I was writhing and twisting on the couch. Then he moved down kissing my breasts until the nipples stood out. His lips moved down the slow rise of my belly. He spread my thighs and his tongue moved upwards towards the swollen little button. I spread my thighs, held my pubic lips apart and begged him to suck me."
"Ohooo ... Jeff..., " I pleaded. "Caress me with your hot tongue!"
"Sure lover anything you say! See if you can come in my mouth. I want to see how it tastes!"
"I ran eager fingers through Jeff's curly dark hair. I moaned and moved my clit against his tongue. I gave him vivid instructions on how to make love to me. When I began thrusting against his face, gasping with pleasure, Jeff knew enough to make his tongue more urgent and demanding. He sucked there until I cried in desperation. 'Oh ... love me ... suck me with your mouth...! Suck my HAIRY PUSSY ... EAT ME until I die!"
"Red hot mama...!" Jeff sighed.
"I exploded right in his mouth Maria confessed.
"I think Jeff was as thrilled as I was. He had an immediate erection. Because the next thing I knew he was moving next to me and he was kissing me and guiding his BIG STICK between my thighs. I reached down to embrace it, guided it into my already wet and moist sex, and urged Jeff to mount me!"
"You're in for it now, teach...," Jeff blushed, staring at his penetrating manhood. "No way to back out now, baby...! Wouldn't my old man die if he knew I knew how to shove the old stick as well as he does!"
"Don't make comparisons. ... " I warned. "Don't ever compare yourself to anyone. You are unique. Mentally and in every other way!"
"I dig you, doll, the owww ... the most ... ! "
"I realized that I was in love with Jeff...," Maria sighed. "When you start thinking of someone as unique, when there's no one else quite like them, when they stand out apart from everyone else it's time to realize that things have gone very far beyond friendship. Glancing up at Jeff I realized that things have gone beyond friendship. His magnificent penis was moving deep inside of me. It was teaching me that I was very much a woman. Teaching me that my ability to love and respond as a woman had not died. Teaching me that I was attractive enough to be loved for myself and that I indeed had made a mistake marrying Walter. I blotted out the reality of my life and thought only of the handsome youth making love to me. I rose up to meet that pounding penis thrust for thrust. I moved my legs around Jeff s. I pushed down on his buttocks and felt his tool move even deeper."
"I'm in to the hilt, baby...," Jeff groaned. "There is no more! I think you could swallow my NUTS and all!"
"Oh ... Jeff, darling, baby...," I screamed, passionately, "Love me...! Love me until I drop!! ! Pull my closer and ram deeper. . . ! You've got me so close ... so very close ... don't fail me now, Jeff, darling!"
"I won't fail you ever...! "
"Jeff moved like an experienced stud in the heat of action. He ground his testicles against mine and thrust deep and hard. He was an effortless lover who knew how to respond and to carry the moment through to it's proper culmination. Jeff gasped when I dug my fingernails into his shoulders. He cried out when his own flesh went rigid as he experienced his release. He groaned when he felt my response. He was surprised when he felt our passioned bodies rise and fall together in a moment of spontaneous release."
"You hit it too, huh?, " Jeff grinned, mashing our lips roughly together. "We did it, baby...! Every other girl I screw complains I pop off too quickly! Somehow you're different from everyone!"
"It's getting late, Jeff, darling..., " I gasped.
"Let me have another snort of that liquor you keep in the refrig and I'll blast off...," Jeff laughed. "I've already done that, haven't I? And we don't have time for an encore!"
"Jeff took a stiff drink, dressed, and hurried down the back stairs through the basement to avoid meeting my husband. Jeff told me the next day that he'd seen my old man drunk staggering through the parking lot. I told him the truth. That Walter and I rarely touched each other. Jeff seemed pleased to be the only man in my life. After that we had sex twice a week and we always carefully' bolted the door. I felt young and alive again. The boys teased Jeff about me but now that we no longer met in school they forgot about it. Everything went well until my husband came home drunk one night and couldn't get in the door. He got violently angry and beat the door until Jeff dressed and ran out the back way. Walter was furious and he noticed the extra whisky glass. He began asking questions. He blurted out that one of the neighbors had told him they'd seen a dark-haired youth about eighteen in my apartment several times a week."
"Goon..."
"Walter called me every name in the book. I told him I'd only been helping a student, yet I refused to give him the boy's name. I told Walter I wanted a divorce. He didn't object either when I hired an attorney."
"Go on..."
"I had to break the news to Jeff that we couldn't be seen together any more...," Maria spoke sadly. "Do you know what that silly boy's doing? He's working nights to buy a car so he can take me out where we can be alone together. He says I'm much mature and experienced than any of the girls he's had. He even told me he'd marry me if I'd consider it. Believe me I have thought about it. A boy like that could satisfy me for life. But deep down inside I realize I'd only hurt someone I love very much. I wouldn't be able to teach ... and then later on ... Jeff would want someone else and he'd be ashamed of me. It would be too much to put a lovely lad his age through. I hope that I've taught him enough about women ... how to love them ... how and where to touch ... to make him able to satisfy girls his own age. I know it would be a disaster to consider marriage."
"How has it worked out?"
"I haven't seen much of Jeff. I'm living alone now that the divorce is final. I'm masturbating like crazy all day and night. I'm going to the toilet during class and having a real go at myself. Now that I've had one young lover I find myself thinking of the darndest things...! I realize I've made a mistake ... and that I'm partly responsible for that boy having a crush on me. I know I've got to change. It's so hard to lock that boy out of my life. I don't want to be mean and cruel ... yet the truth would wreck both of our lives if it were ever known."
PSYCHOLOGICAL COMMENT:
Relationships between student and teacher are sometimes deeply emotional. Girls often get lesbian crushes on their teachers, and boys sometimes develop very erotic feelings toward young and attractive female teachers. The fact that Maria is past forty does not mean that she is not passionate as well as attractive. The fact that she has had a intense physical relationship with one of her students does not indicate that she is depraved or sick. It only means that she is vulnerable and yielded to the temptations of her flesh. Guilt often follows such relationships. Circumstances have prompted a divorce from a man she does not love and a resolution to seek help for a problem which seems to be becoming erotically compulsive.
Older women have often found themselves the tutors in matters of sex with young boys. In other societies it is common for young boys to offer themselves to older women in order to learn the proper sexual instruction. It is only our own society that is so backwards and prejudiced against such a natural form of adult/youth sexual relationships.
In FOREPLAY MAGAZINE (Academy Press) in the March/April 72 issue Phillip Rock observes...,"Sexual instruction of the young by the older members of the social group is frowned upon in our modern-day culture, and, yet, it is the primary means of sex education among more primitive people. This was the observation of the great anthropologist Margaret Mead, when she studied the South Seas Islanders, and also that of Hortense Powdermaker when she lived with the head-hunting tribes of New Guinea."
Phillip Rock further observes...,"These people, savage, ignorant, obsessed by devils of totem and taboo, were remarkably free from sexual problems. Non-orgasmic women were unknown, and so were impotent men. The sexual instruction of the young started at puberty, and led, step by patient step, from casual exploration of the body to full intercourse all of the instruction being at the hands of older men and women."
In our own society we are shocked when such beneficial relations are experienced by an older woman and a youth. The fact is that many youths benefit sufficiently from such a relationship.
Phillip Rock observes...,"In the case of a young man, there is just about everything to gain and nothing to lose, should he be fortunate enough to fall into the loving hands of a woman older than himself-as long as she is willing and capable of 'giving him up'-after he has learned what she has to teach."
Because few adolescents know anything about technique and foreplay, many mature adults abroad consider an older woman to be the best tutor in matters of adolescent love. In our own country, however, the attitude is quite different.
Maria and Jeff responded to a natural emotion. There was little about the relationship that hinted of depravity. I advised Maria to seek out more mature partners. Maria had the courage to realize that further relations with Jeff would only do them both more harm. Jeff has transferred his affections and the knowledge he has acquired to girls his own age.
In conclusion we may note that Maria left a troubled youth headed for serious psychological problems more able and competent to cope with his problems and the world around him. Very little harm has been done as a result of this relationship.
CHAPTER FOUR
Private Tutors
Anyone who works with and comes in contact with children has every opportunity to note that they are sexually vulnerable individuals who often respond to the least amount of attention with a lavish display of emotion. Because puberty is a difficult time for boys and girls, many such youths fall prey to strong physical passions which many times they are emotionally unable to handle in a satisfactory manner. Strong physical changes are occurring in developing adolescent bodies. Boys are experiencing the heights of sexual passion along with parental advice to abstain from sexual relations. Any form of masturbation is-likewise forbid-sometimes the taboos and restrictions are more than an adolescent youth can handle. However, if adolescents do not find some form of sexual release they often develop symptoms which are indicative of serious mental or emotional disorders.
In FOREPLAY MAGAZINE in the March/April 73 issue, in an article titled "Sex and Medicine," Anthony Carlstadt M.A. observes
"Sexual desire, when stimulated, builds up until it is released in orgasm. When this natural activity is permitted to occur, the body returns to a comfortable, relaxed condition. However, if the natural release of sexual tensions does not take place, it builds up, accompanied by frustrations, until a crest is reached. Only then will it subside slowly. If such a build-up occurs regularly without relief, it usually is accompanied by headaches, backaches, irritability, sleeplessness, 'nerves,' and other indications of nervousness."
Adolescents who suffer strong sexual tensions and who do not seek any method of release often suffer symptomatic nervous problems. Although it seems foolish to advise today's youth to seek solace in one another's company we must remember that some form of release is required, even if brought about only through masturbation.
Many psychologists, psychiatrists and counselors meet adolescents with serious sexual problems. Usually nervous disorders occur when the sexual desire is repressed rather than indulged. In this particular case we are dealing with Margaret Thaxton, a middle-aged tutor who works as a substitute teacher and who also does private tutoring on the side. Margaret has worked with children of normal intelligence and with children who are slow learners-many of whom are actually retarded, and others who suffer emotional problems which keep them from making adequate scholastic progress. Margaret is a teacher with almost twenty-five years of experience. Because of severe arthritis, even at her youthful age, Margaret does not desire full-time teaching but works tutoring and doing substitute work when she is needed. Margaret sought help after becoming sexually involved with a young student who suffered from a sex-oriented speech problem.
Margaret is forty-five, brown-haired, blue eyed, attractive and quite experienced at getting into a situation where she commands her student's confidence. It wasn't until she met thirteen year old Ozzie Wanderly that she experienced any desire for sexual contact with her students.
"I'll never forget the first time I met Ozzie...," Margaret sighed, fingering the silver charm bracelet on her right wrist. "His mother had phoned me first ... said their thirteen year old boy had developed a speech problem. She said that the boy had begun to stutter and stammer and withdraw from his playmates. She related that they had sent the boy to a psychologist to have his intelligence tested and found out that he had average learning ability. Yet for some reason Ozzie had been falling farther behind in class and had begun to stutter so badly that none of the teachers would call on him. Visits with several psychologists and analysts had failed to reveal the origin of his nervous disorder. It was one of his teachers, a Mrs. Gillmore, who suggested to Ozzie's parents that they call me. She told Ozzie's parents that he was so far behind that he needed private tutoring to keep up. None of Ozzie's teachers wanted to fail him because they felt failing would only be another blow that would keep him from trying."
"Goon..."
"I didn't like Ozzie's mother or father...," Margaret began. "Ozzie was their only child ... born just before his mother went through change of life. As a result he had been spoiled and pampered and assaulted with a virtual 'cesspool' of advice which only hampered his development. The boy was just thirteen, beginning to turn into a man. He had a normal curiosity about girls which he repressed. His mother was a religious fanatic who had never even taught the boy the barest rudiments of sex. Ozzie was a nervous and distraught youth who had no idea of how to instigate a sexual relationship. Yet he was constantly plagued by growing sexual passions. He had been given a list of prohibitions a mile long...'don't talk to girls ... don't masturbate ... pray when you feel tempted ... admonish your sinful flesh. It was no wonder the boy began to stutter and develop nervous symptoms. I sensed right away that the youth's problems were emotional rather than physical. Before I had time to get to know Ozzie well at all his mother was talking about sending him to a speech-therapist. They had already spent a small fortune on probing into the child's symptoms but had never located the problem."
"What kind of boy was Ozzie...? "
"A dear sweet frightened child...," Margaret flushed. "He had flaming red hair and big brown eyes, round cheeks and a dimple in his chin. He looked like a child who ought to be out playing ... having fun. Yet he was shy and withdrawn and definitely exhibited symptoms of having a guilt-complex. I remember the first night his mother brought him to my house and left him. I took Ozzie into my soundproof study. I talked to him. Ozzie stared at the wall, stuttered and assured me he had some physical problem which would keep him out of school."
"Don't you like school, Ozzie?"
"It ... tts ... f ... for k ... kids...," Cszie stuttered.
"School is a lot of fun for a boy your age. You make friends and learn things to help you in the world."
"N-no...!" Ozzie halted. "I g-get bad g-gggrades...! "
"Your mother says you have a normal intelligent...," I interrupted. "There is no reason you shouldn't be getting better grades. Your teachers feel you have only a slight problem and can keep up if you have some help."
"I d-don't want h-help!"
"You can't crawl in a hole and die. Your mother says you stay in your room for hours reading. You're a growing man. You should be out having fun and getting good grades. Seeing girls...! "
"M-mother won't le-t m-me...! " Ozzie stammered, embarrassed by his halting speech.
"Why not?" , "B-because some g-girls are d-dirty....."
"You've never had a date."
"N-no...! "
"Just that short conversation told me the boy's problem was sex-oriented...," Margaret began. "I realized that all the therapy in the world wasn't going to help. The only thing that could do any good would be to get the youth out of his shell ... on his own ... develop his self-confidence. Taking him to doctors and professionals only reinforced the idea the youth had that there was something wrong with him something abnormal about him which separated him from other boys his age."
"Are you very lonely, Ozzie?, " I questioned, staring into the youth's soulful eyes.
"N-no ... I have books...," Ozzie frowned. "I er I-like to beeeee alone...! "
"Do girls seem to like you?"
"N-noooo-they m-make f-fun of mmmeee...'! "
"It was obvious that Ozzie was embarrassed by girls his age, that he wanted to go off by himself where no one could make fun of him. I didn't do too much probing into the boy's background ... because I didn't want to scare him off. Ozzie was a big boy for his age. He weighed about one hundred and fifty-five and he was about five foot seven. For a youth who appeared healthy and handsome Ozzie was exhibiting some pretty erratic symptoms. After asking him to read several pages he complained his back hurt, his head ached and he felt dizzy. I let him go into the other room where he could sit on my overstuffed couch. I fixed him a coke. Once Oz discovered I wasn't going to criticize him and was willing to let him develop at his own pace he began to stutter a little less. I remember one time during our conversation Ozzie's face turned a crimson red, he stared down at his prominent penis, and he quickly let the book he was reading fall over his lap. It was obvious to me that the boy had had an erection ... which is quite common in adolescence ... and that he was highly embarrassed by the occurrence."
"Perhaps you'd like to take a break and go to the bathroom. ... " I suggested. "I'll fix us some crackers and cakes. The boy's room is down the hall. Make yourself at. home a few minutes."
"T-thanks Ozzie stammered, trying to hide his still noticeable erection.
"The kid turned his back to me and walked painfully to the boy's room. I don't think he knew I he! seen his erection. He went into the bathroom. I wondered if he was masturbating. So I went into the room right next to where the walls are paper thin. I thought for sure the kid would beat his meat to gain release ... but he only urinated and then appeared walking nervously about the room. His erection was gone and he seemed to have regained some of his composure."
"Did you get any results?"
"Not the first night...," Margaret confided. "When Ozzie's mother came to pick him up she was very demanding and strict with the youth. Ozzie stuttered even more when his mother was around. I told her I didn't feel that there was anything wrong with Ozzie ... but that he was so far behind he had developed these sudden symptoms to compensate. She agreed to give me six weeks to help her son before she sought other professional aid. I never felt such sympathy for a boy in my life as I felt for Ozzie. I made sure that I touched him ... squeezed his arm ... ruffled his hair ... did something physical ... to let him know I liked him. Before he left Ozzie smiled broadly and waved goodbye."
"See you Thursday, young man....."
"Bye...," Ozzie chirped.
"I sat down that night and figured Ozzie's problem from every angle. His symptoms had developed with the onset of puberty. ... "Margaret revealed.
"He was very obviously spoiled and overprotected. His mother showed very little outward affection for him. I had never seen her touch or caress the youth in my presence. He was obviously afraid of girls, afraid of other students his age, and sought to withdraw rather than face the world. His stuttering was a manifestation of his inner turmoil rather than the manifestation of any physical problem. Psychiatry might help ... but a good deal of physical involvement, escape from his inhibitions, seemed to be the easiest answer."
"Did you contemplate a physical relationship?"
"Not right then...," Margaret began. "I had intended to suggest to Ozzie's mother that she encourage the boy to date, to mix with girls his own age. I learned very quickly I had said the wrong thing."
"You know yourself Miss Thaxton how dirty and vile some young girls can be...!" Ozzie's mother rasped angrily. "I don't want my darling boy in any trouble. He's-well-at a very vulnerable age...! Most of the girls and boys in his school are low-class and tacky. If it weren't for the fact that Ozzie doesn't want to leave home we'd send him to an expensive boy's school. In fact his problem seemed to occur about the time I mentioned the school. I remember Ozzie wanted to go to a Christmas party at a girl's house and I absolutely forbid it. I doubted it would have been supervised. I just don't want any son of mine in trouble!"
"Yes-perhaps you are right...," I agreed, dimly. "Still your boy needs friends!"
"He reads a lot...," Ozzie's mother interrupted, angrily. "The doctor who tested him said he had a very good ability to recall what he read. He said Ozzie was a fast reader. I don't think there's anything mentally wrong with rhy son!"
"I assure you he's not retarded!"
"The second meeting was even more fruitful after I had had the foregoing conversation with Ozzie's mother. Ozzie read to me out of a book he really liked. It was science-fiction and he didn't stutter as much as when I selected his reading matter. Ozzie seemed nervous when I touched him but he did not disapprove. I had deliberately worn a tight sweater so that Ozzie would notice me in a sexual way. I wanted to see if he stuttered more when he was in a sexually charged situation. I had put on a tight pink sweater which cupped my full pendulous breasts. When Ozzie's mother had come in I had on a jacket over the sweater. Later, when Ozzie was reading, I took off the jacket after commenting how warm it was in the room. I could have turned down the furnace but that would not have suited the ends I had in mind."
"The o-out come of the w-war was a hardship to e-every-onnnne!, " Ozzie stuttered, lowering his gaze instantly the moment he noticed my full brandished breasts.
"Go on, Ozzie. You were reading nicely a moment ago!"
"Y-yes...," Ozzie whispered, keeping his eyes glued to the page. "My h-head hurts...," Ozzie gasped, lowering the book to cover his surging erection.
"You felt fine a few moments ago...!" I interrupted. "Now pick up your book and read. You cannot read with a book in your lap!"
"C-can't we take a-a-a-a b-break...? "
"Not now, Ozzie. Not for another half hour. Listen to me read from the book."
"Ozzie stuttered pitifully as he lifted the book and exposed his erection. His face flushed crimson so that he could hardly get out a word. I thought for sure the boy would break out in tears when I moved my chair closer to his side. I reached over and warmly patted his leg."
"You don't have to be nervous and apprehensive because you're having an erection, Ozzie...," I said softly. "It's quite a natural reaction for a boy your age. It shouldn't be embarrassing to you. It's a signaling that you're becoming a man. I'm not embarrassed by it. I've noticed you stutter more when anything arises that relates to sex. There's nothing wrong with you except that you're severely repressed."
"O-oooohooooo...? "
"I moved my arm around Ozzie's shoulder. I was practically breathing in his ear. The erection in his jeans wasn't getting any smaller. If anything it appeared to throb farther down his leg, pulsating with it's own urgency. It was obvious that neither of us could ignore the problem."
"C-could I g-go to the b-bathroom...?" Ozzie questioned, trying to cover his bulge.
"No-I told you it wasn't time...!" I breathed, heavily: "There's no reason you should be embarrassed by this passion in your pants. You're a very normal boy and you're maturing into a man. Yes, into a man! And yet your parents treat you like a baby. Have you ever kissed a girl?"
"N-no ... just onccceee ... m-mother took me to a d-d-octor later w-when she caughttt m-me m-mastur-bating!"
"Why did she take you to a doctor?"
"S-she t-thought I was ssssick...! "
"Really-you've always felt guilty about sex...!" I exclaimed. "Poor child...! And now you're plunged in guilt because you're afraid to relieve yourself and you're not allowed to date girls. No wonder you're a nervous wreck!"
"G-geeee...! "
"I had absent-mindedly placed my hand against Ozzie's prominent bulge. I rubbed my palm against his erection and pressed it warmly. I felt it growing larger. I did not try to avoid the fact that I was deliberately trying to arouse the youth. I stared into Ozzie's big brown liquid eyes and moved closer."
"It's a shame you aren't out having fun like other boys your age...! " I breathed, heavily. "A shame you've found sex surrounded with so much taboo. You're a very handsome boy, Ozzie. I like you a lot!"
"You're nice too...," Ozzie said, without a fault. "I I like you much b-better than mother!"
"You shouldn't feel ashamed when this happens," I said, rubbing the bulge. "It happens to all boys your age. Except most of them go to the toilet and BEAT THEIR MEAT or else take a girl out and SCREW!"
"Mmmmmm massturbation is sinful!"
"If it were a sin, my boy, God would not have placed your hands so close to your genitals...," Margaret replied, quickly. "It's quite obvious that your pecker was placed so nearby so that you could let off steam. You've got to picture yourself as a high-powered machine that sometimes gets overloaded with pressure. You've got to realize that masturbation allows you to let off steam."
"N-nooooo please I'm getting a h-headache!"
"You're trying to repress a very natural emotion, Ozzie...! Please stay with me ... and ... listen!"
"I er ... moooother would n-never approve!"
"Fuck you mother, yes, fuck her, damit...," I shouted. "She's done nothing for you except spoil you and try to make a sissy out of you. You're a man ... getting to be one ... and you act like you're terrified of sex!"
"Go on . . "
"Before he could utter a response I had pulled down Ozzie's zipper and caught him off guard. I had his penis in my hand before he could object. Ozzie stared downward with a frightened look on his face. He was even more surprised when I began fondling his ROD!"
"If you're so afraid put the book in front of your eyes
..., " I laughed. "You may turn into a screaming sissy and tell your mother everything that has happened tonight but if you're any man at all you'll keep your mouth shut and enjoy it! I don't think you've got what it takes to be a queer."
"Continue..."
"Ozzie looked startled...," Margaret blushed. "His face turned crimson. He quickly put the book in front of his eyes and began reading in a low soft voice. I wasn't concentrating on his words. I had his penis in my hand and I was working him like crazy. I felt a tickling sensation between my thighs and I knew that I was passionately involved. Being quite sexually adventuresome I moved to the floor and got on my knees. I pulled the tip of Ozzie's penis towards my mouth. Soon the juice was dribbling out the tip; proof that the youth was aroused."
"Read if you like, Ozzie...," I panted. "I'm going to amuse myself. I want you to relax and let everything happen. It will be the best therapy I can suggest for you!"
"Continue..."
"Ozzie read from the book...," Margaret blushed. "He read slowly as if he was really trying to concentrate. I sucked his lovely tool deep into my mouth and worked it over. I lolled my tongue down the underside and traced the path of the winding blue-black veins. I reached inside his pants and brought out his NUTS too. I fondled them and tickled them with my sharp fingernails. Ozzie's penis pulsated and throbbed in my mouth. The boy began to relax and make light coital motions."
"Whales are q-quickly becoming e-extinct...! "
"I almost choked because Ozzie was reading about whales and doing a better job than usual. I had a whale of a tool in my mouth. I was really enjoying working it over. I saw that Ozzie was acting more calmly and with some degree of acceptance. I forced his meat deep into my throat and used all of my patience and ability to convince the youth that I found him attractive. I was thankful that Ozzie was not so frightened that he lost his erection. That might have been a problem I could not have overcome. Instead the tool in my mouth kept growing larger and larger. I grew more urgently passionate. I could tell that if the youth relaxed a little more he would be thrusting and thrashing in and out of my mouth."
"It's quite natural, Ozzie ... for a boy to want to pump his hips when this happens..." I muttered, staring up into his soft liquid brown eyes. "If you want to move a little-don't be afraid. Remember-this is our secret. My form of therapy. Forget everything you've been told and try to enjoy me. I'm enjoying you very much. I want you to PUMP in and out of my mouth. I want you to shoot your JUICE down my throat. You do ejaculate, don't you?"
"I guess so...," Ozzie choked.
"Why don't you stand up so I can get to you better."
"Sure...! "
"Ozzie stood up ... made no pretense to be reading...," Margaret blushed. "He put the book down on the table next to his chair. He stretched out and moved in closer to me. I mashed my face against his zipper. I gobbled his raw passion. I swallowed his TOOL until his NUTS struck my chin. I put my arm around his hips and let myself go. I was surprised and pleased when I felt his STIFF ROD moving in and out of my mouth with deliberate intent."
"Let yourself go, baby...," I cried. "Let yourself go...! "
"Ummmm ... ohooooo!"
"I was deliberately arousing the frightened youth who had suddenly found sexual freedom. I felt overwhelmed with success when he began plunging that PENIS in and out between my eager HOT LIPS. I felt curious fingers touch my hair. I responded with a cry of passion. I felt Ozzie caressing my hair, my face and my ears. I felt his TOOL jerk suddenly. I was prepared to accept the HOT CREAM he was going to release."
"I was so busy swallowing the potent fluid that I forgot Ozzie wasn't stuttering as much. I tossed back my head and allowed his sex-slobber to run down my throat and cheeks. I was a woman who had achieved her mission, who had brought a frightened boy grateful release from the violent sexual problems that had troubled him. I could feel the tension and anxiety leaving his tormented flesh. I could tell, afterwards, when he touched my chin and the goo was running down my face, that he was very grateful."
"I-n-never met anyone like you...! "
"Is that so bad?"
"I don't think s-so...! "
"You're talking much better now, Ozzie...," I whispered, allowing him to place his limp organ back in his pants. "I think your problems are chiefly emotional. I'm not saying your mother doesn't love you ... but she just doesn't love you in the right way. She doesn't realize how important sexual outlets are for a boy your age!"
"No one's ever talked to me this way before."
"Not even your father."
"Especially not my f-father!"
"I asked some pointed questions and got straight answers about the sexual relationship between his mother and father. I learned that Ozzie's father ran around with some bar-room broads and that his mother tormented him because of it. She had transferred her sexual maladjustment to her own son and had almost succeeded in warping his very impressionable personality."
"You've never been to bed with a girl have you?"
"N-no!"
"Would you like to go."
"Maybe if you don't tell!"
"Let's share a coke and go up to my room. It's another hour and a half before your mother returns!"
"Jeez m-maybe you won't like me!"
"Nonsense-I love you, darling. You're young. I've been very lonesome since my husband left me."
"Why did he leave?"
"He had a twenty year old girlfriend...," Margaret flushed. "I didn't kick him out. I can understand things like that happening. I can understand it because I'm drawn to you. I hope I can help you with your problem. You really need a girl your own age. I hope I'll do in a pinch!"
"Maybe you'll let me p-pinch you...!" Ozzie laughed.
"Come upstairs ... go to my room and wait for me..."
"I fixed the youth a drink of bourbon..." Margaret admitted. "I know Ozzie was bound to be tense and nervous. I didn't want any impotency problems getting in our way. I had deliberate plans for that boy. I wanted them to succeed. I thought I could change the entire course of his life.'
"Goon..."
"I went upstairs with some spiked drinks...," Margaret smiled. "Ozzie was so nervous he didn't notice the whisky. I caressed his TOOL and got him to relax. I gave him orders to undress me."
"B-but I don't know how..., " Ozzie balked.
"You know how to undress yourself, silly," I laughed. "So go ahead. I'm not expecting you to be Clark Gable!"
"Ozzie's fingers trembled as he pulled off my sweater. He stared at the ripe rosy breasts inside the tight form-fitting bra. The erection appeared instantly. I had to unfasten my skirt and pull down my panties. I noticed that his TOOL got even stiffer when he stared at the thick patch between my legs."
"You've got more hair than m-mother!"
"Then you've at least seen a woman before...," I chuckled. "That's a point in our favor!"
"You're making fun of m-me . . , ! , " Ozzie pouted.
"Only because I like you!"
"That's different then."
"Ozzie was almost speechless as he stared at me...," Margaret chuckled. "Boys are so transparent at that age. Ozzie turned crimson from head to toe and just stood there with his MEAT hanging out of his trousers growing more violently erect every moment. I urged
Ozzie to undress himself, wanting him to gain confidence. I lay back on the bed and moved my hand confidently between my thighs."
"I'll be getting things WARMED UP for you," I smiled. "Get out of those clothes. I want to see your naked flesh...! I want to love you all over!"
"Jeez ... ! "
"I played with my cunnie...," Margaret laughed. "I did it deliberately so that Ozzie would see that I had no hang-ups about masturbation. I wanted him to consider masturbation as what it was-a very convenient safety valve put close at hand for your own protection. Ozzie stood mystified as I diddled. He smiled when he heard the wet smacking sound."
"Okay-kid-come and show me your stuff."
"T-this is all new to me...!" Ozzie gasped, literally falling into bed. "Jeez ... Mrs. Thaxton ... you are beautiful. So lovely, warm and w-wonderful!"
"I'm just a desperate woman who needs SEX...! We all need it, Ozzie. Love is physical ... not remote and isolated. It's touching ... sharing ... being important to one another. I want you to feel this way about a girl your own age later on. Right now you can make love to me. But I don't want it to end there. No matter what your mother tells you-you are a MAN and you should be proud of it!"
"I-I've got something to be p-proud of...," Ozzie blushed, glancing down at the stiff organ bulging between his legs. "You've shown me that much!"
"I hope I can show you enough to make you confident in yourself. If you don't have confidence in yourself no one can give it to you!"
"Jeez...! "
"I began working that thick penis with urgent fingers. I didn't want to do too much to get the youth overly excited. I knew that Ozzie would probably come the instant he achieved penetration. I knew he was capable of repeated erections because of his age. For that reason I first began sucking the youth's penis in an effort to get him to ejaculate. It didn't take long. First I sucked one testicle and then the other. By the time I moved my mouth over the head of his ripe TOOL and moved my curious finger into his tightly drawn ass-hole, Ozzie was jabbing in and out of my mouth, thrusting like crazy, and had all but forgotten his former repressions. I groaned and swallowed the gigantic volley of cream that overwhelmed my mouth."
"OHOOOOOO. ... " I groaned, "you taste so very good baby...! "
"Ozzie lay back in the bed. He stretched as his penis went limp. I began fondling him, kissing his nipples. Ozzie giggled, wiggled about and within minutes was erect again. I pulled him on top of me and begged him to drive his tongue deep in my mouth. I didn't want him to penetrate before he had gotten some practical experience at kissing. I sucked his violent tongue deep into my mouth. I didn't want him coming too quickly. I moved my hands over his buttocks, along his back, over his shoulders. The youth thrashed and turned and his penis became more erect."
"A are you ready...? "
"Sure ... are you...?" I giggled, relaxing as I felt curious fingers guiding the angry projectile between my thighs. "I didn't try to assist. I wanted Ozzie to manage and maneuver entirely on his own. He jabbed lightly. He didn't enter right away. I didn't want to sound like an instructress giving a shy youth directions. Any suggestions I had to make were made with mouth, hands, lips, thighs, legs. Very soon I was bucking upwards, thrusting my eager flesh against the bold pounding manhood entering my secret flesh. Ozzie put his hands under my buttocks and drove himself deep. He was panting heavily as he arched his back and pumped in and out. He was moaning loudly."
"Ohoooo ... jeez ... baby ... it feels good...," Ozzie muttered. "You're so tight ... so warm ... so wonderful. Umm ... this is a lot better than beating my m-meat myself!"
"You talk so much better when you're not nervous...," I panted. "You even act more like a man. Always remember you need love and love has to be physical. Your mother loves you but not in the right way. She won't let you become a man...! "
"You know how to love me the r-right way!"
"Ummm, baby, I want to love you every way you can imagine...," I panted. "Ohooo ... jeez ... baby ... love me ... love me hard ... until I'm too weak to move!"
"You mean ... f ... you don't you?"
"Anyway you want to say it, Oz, darling!"
"Jeez ... baby ... oh, I can feel my balls about to burst!"
"Move in deeper ... rub your knife against my clit ... grind ... that's it, sugar. You can make me pop off if you don't come too quick!"
"Are you enjoying it?"
"You bet your damned SWEET MEAT I am!! . "
"I'm enjoying it too...! "
"I can tell-you're not stuttering like some tongue-tied fairy!"
"I don't sound sissy!"
"The hell you don't...," Margaret emphasized. "You sound like a pansy in the streets!"
"I don't see why a guy would want to screw a guy when he can have a woman like you!"
"There's no accounting for taste, lover!"
"You feel good...," Ozzie panted, grinding his hips. "I wonder if you taste good!"
"Why don't you find out later?"
"Ummm-maybe I will. Jeez-I'm gonna pop any minute," Ozzie moaned. "Oh, it's about to happen...! I can feel it building up in my balls...! ! ! "
"Erupt-Old Faithful ... any damn time you want...," Margaret cried. "I'll come like crazy when you pop!"
"Goon..."
"Oz's body went rigid. I felt his cream shoot into me...," Margaret admitted. "I clung to him. I cried out with feverish desperation. Oz spilled his seed deep inside of me. I had my own orgasm as we merged into one flesh. I kept Oz deep inside until he went soft and was ready to climb off. He lay gently beside me and moved between my legs like it was natural for him to want to make oral love to me. I spread my thighs when I felt the gentle nudge between my legs. I felt an eager passioned tongue working deep, sucking the juice. I moaned and begged him to suck harder."
"Ummmmmm ... you taste like MUSK. So damned sexy!"
"Hurry, baby we don't have much time left!"
"Oz sucked until I came. We helped each other dress. Downstairs we sipped a coke and Oz spoke with very little difficulty. When it got time for his mother to come and get him he grinned and tried to repress the stammering but he slipped back into his old habits. I told him to begin making friends with girls and to stop acting so afraid. Ozzie smiled like he meant to become a man despite his mother's efforts to keep him infantile and repressed."
"How many more times did you have a relationship?"
"Quite a few...," Margaret admitted. "After six months Ozzie's speech problems disappeared entirely and his mother told me she didn't see any sense in keeping up the private sessions. I asked Ozzie to bring his father in to see me. We had quite a conversation. Although I never told the old man Ozzie and I had sex together, I told him it was important that his son develop friendships with girls his own age and I let him know I agreed that his wife was much too strict. The father began pouring out his story about how he was neglected. He began pawing me and seeking sympathy. I knew I had to cut off the relationship before I insulted him and perhaps caused ill will. I had found Ozzie enticing but the prospect of a relationship with his father proved loathsome. Ozzie informed me he had gone to bed with two girls and had even used condom's his father had bought and showed him how to use."
"I see..."
"The last time I saw Ozzie he was such a changed boy
..., " Margaret smiled. 'It hurt me to turn him loose in a way. But I felt I had given him a valuable education and put him on the right track. There were no physical problems retarding the boy's speech. Showing him how to relax and enjoy his body had released the deep channels of desire and had broken the psychological barriers. I didn't see Ozzie for a long time until one day I glimpsed him downtown with a girl on his arm. He flashed me a quick smile and winked and I knew he would never be bothered with a lack of confidence again. He was a real man in a great many ways and a very lucky boy to have overcome the stumbling blocks thrown in front of him."
"Why are you so distressed if it turned out so well?"
"I must be turning into a lecherous old woman...," Margaret confessed. "I have some new private pupils in the evenings. One is a fourteen year old boy with a reading problem , . . perfectly normal ... healthy boy ... with no sex hang-ups at all. The kid is on the football team and slipping back in grades. His mother brought him in for help. She says Ralph dates every night and won't stay home. She thinks private tutoring may help. like I say the kid has no physical problems at all. He's going steady and everything. I'm bothered because he gets frequent erections around me. He seems to sense I like him. The only reason I did what I did with Ozzie was because I thought it was the only way to help. Sex often provides relief from nervous disorders. Ralph had no such problems-yet I felt the familiar ache between my thighs. I find it very, very difficult to keep my mind on the lessons."
"Have you had a relationship?"
"No-but it's been damned hard to resist...," Margaret admitted. "The kid has made a few passes. I've tried to act disinterested, but my heart isn't up to a denial. I want desperately to seduce the kid ... yet I've got no motive to justify my actions. I'm not helping him ... just myself. Yes-oh, last week I gave in and begged him to let me SUCK him! Afterwards we spent the entire evening in bed ... scoring one time right after the other. I've got to admit it-I'm hooked on kid sex with handsome virile students brought to me for help. I feel so guilty about taking the parents money and ending up in bed with their teenage studs. You can't imagine how many boys in school are asking for extra tutoring...! Many are getting low grades deliberately so they can get my help! I guess it's all over school that I'm an easy make for any guy with a hard dick...! I feel ashamed ... yet I can't suddenly say 'no' when a distressed parent calls...! I don't want to arouse any suspicion ... yet the boys are laughing and saying they're damned glad to let their parents pay their sex education. I'd die if anyone found out you know I would...! ! ! "
PSYCHOLOGICAL COMMENT:
Margaret has gotten herself into a very touchy situation. Having sexual relations with youths brought to her for private tutoring is a serious form of licentious involvement that could get both Margaret and her students into serious trouble.
Margaret admits she has been starved for sex since her husband deserted her not long ago. She admits she has always had a good rapport with her male students. She has always accepted adolescent sexuality as an important and necessary part of life-important to the emotional and sexual growth development of the student.
Margaret comments that Ozzie's symptoms were psychological and emotional in orgin-stemming from dammed up sexual responses which had been cut off and which manifested themselves in less obvious ways. Having the sense to realize the underlying problem, Margaret made herself the guinea-pig in a cure that involved a curious display of overt sexuality. Consequently Margaret noted the youth no longer stuttered or felt ill at ease with classmates and was able to discontinue private tutoring after six months.
Margaret verifies that she has become involved with other male students and has gotten the reputation of teaching the boys the art of love. Commenting on the result of her efforts, Margaret observes that she enjoys coital love and oral love and gets particularly good responses when she orally stimulates the male breasts.
In FOREPLAY MAGAZINE March/April 1972 (San Diego) the authors state..., "Both men and women can be aroused by breast kissing. There are few men who lack knowledge of the titillating effect of sucking, biting, and kissing on a woman's nipples ... Even some men do not realize how responsive their nipples can be to sexual stimulation
Margaret comments that she has experienced quite a few erections among her students when this particular act is indulged. She comments that boys need to learn to give and receive physical affection as well. She observes that most students are willing to indulge in all forms of sexual contact
In FREAKED OUT (Bee-Line Books, New York, 1971) Dalton Edwards notes
"Twenty years ago and more, the teenager thought of oral and anal sex as quite 'dirty' perverted and abnormal. Today, it seems that all forms of coital substitutes to orgasm are indulged by something approaching at least a simple majority of teenagers in all socioeconomic levels. And, as figures and studies have shown, it is the more intelligent teenager who has the least qualms about cunnilingus, fellatio, mutual masturbation, etc."
Margaret observes she has no difficulty at all seducing virile students. Word seems to have gotten around and she is assaulted with young boys between the ages of fourteen and seventeen who want 'extra help.'
As a result Margaret admits she has developed a drug problem which has resulted in a dependency upon barbiturates. Because substitute teaching and private tutoring supplement her income, Margaret agrees she cannot afford a drug habit. Margaret has sought help because she is being plagued by a number of problems which she cannot suppress or control. She has temporarily retired from teaching and taken a full time secretarial job in order to remove herself from both temptations. Whether or not she ever goes back to teaching cannot be determined at this time.
CHAPTER FIVE
Sensual Touchdown
Women who work with adolescent students are often impressed with their vulnerability and their tendency to become sexually aroused at the slightest stimulation. It is not only lonely widows and spinsters who find young male students handsomely attractive. Many young women, who are married, may become excited by close contact with a handsome and virile student who may not yet be of legal age.
Because teachers are human and subject to the whims of their flesh they are often attracted to young handsome male students and are often reluctant to fight against a natural instinct. While many teachers, young and old, have felt similar attractions and resisted, there are those who have proven more than vulnerable and who have yielded to the strong temptations of the flesh.
In WOMEN WHO SEDUCE BOYS Dr. Guenter Klow observes
"Other groups with special opportunities to molest boys are teachers and nurses. Most members of these professions are honorable, decent people who would be horrified at the mere suggestion of pedophilia, but every profession has an element of exceptions." (11)
Authorities have observed that girls who are raped most often report such incidents to the police, their parents or someone who will be sufficiently enraged to see that the culprit is caught. However the case is quite different with boys who are molested.
In WOMEN WHO SEDUCE BOYS Dr. Guenter Klow comments...,"When a little girl is raped, it means pain, traumatic shock, and possible permanent emotional damage. Parents become frantic, society is disgusted and the courts are stern. But what of the male victim of the female pedophile? Almost always, he walks away from the experience a happy, excited fellow who just can't wait for it to happen again." (11)
Most boys of any age would feel foolish reporting to their parents that a woman had been sexually suggestive to them. A situation that would arouse scorn and condemnation when suggested to a girl would only arouse snickers and teasing when performed by an adult female against an adolescent male. Because the situation is quite common many men have confessed that their first sexual experience was with an older woman.
In this case history we are dealing with Melody Parker, a young and attractive female teacher who is married and whose husband works out of town. Melody has only been teaching three years and confesses that she enjoys her work because it is challenging and gives her something to do beyond being a housewife.
Because Melody is highly sensual and because she teaches older youths who are in their late teens she was surprised to note that she frequently experienced what amounted to sexual arousal when thrown into close contact with some of her older male students. Melody notes that she was particularly attracted to boys on the football team who were virile and athletic. Because her own husband was frequently away on extended business trips Melody admits that masturbation was a poor form of substitute coitus. Months later she feels overwhelmed by guilt and by fear that her husband may find out about her cunning infidelity.
"You don't know what it's like to be a cheating wife...," Melody began, caressing her long tresses of fiery auburn hair. "When Marvin was out of town constantly the guilt never bothered me ... because he was always leaving by the time I'd feel guilty. For almost a year my husband was constantly on the road. Sex was good when he was at home ... but it was those long nights alone that really got to me ... the long empty nights with no one to talk to ... no one to touch...! "
"Goon..."
"It's hard to tell you what it's like...," Melody continued, straightening her skirt. "For a year and a half my husband and I were so happy. Then when he was offered this big bonus if he would go out of town I agreed. That was before I ever gave a thought to how lonely I would be. If I had it to do over again I'd never let him go. We had just bought a new home ... I had started teaching ... and we needed every cent we could get together!"
"I see..."
"Well-Marvin went out of town-leaving me absolutely desperate for affection...," Melody confessed. "I was used to having Marvin make love to me at least twice a day. On the weekends we spent the entire morning in bed until noon. But with the change in jobs Marvin was only home about one weekend out of the month."
"You were starved for sex?"
"You might say so...," Melody paused, running casual fingers through her soft sensual hair. "I certainly spent hours in the evening masturbating. I would have liked to have gone out to a bar ... a restaurant ... dancing ... but of course a married woman-particularly one who is a teacher-couldn't be seen out with another man. So what choice did I have except to masturbate?"
"Was it satisfactory?"
"As satisfactory as self-induced sex can be...!" Melody shrugged. "Which isn't very good at all. Oh, I got the desired results but it just isn't any fun if you have to do it yourself. It's like going to dinner-it sure beats your own cooking. I had an orgasm but it was as much fun as eating a dinner you cook yourself. Maybe the comparison isn't obvious-but masturbation was the last resort for me. When a better offer came along I proved weak and vulnerable."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, you know I teach teen-age boys...," Melody whispered, puckering her sensual red lips. "I guess you know some of them are wild and reckless. Kids these days are doing everything sexually at a very early age. It's not unusual for me to overhear conversations about wild suck-off parties, group gang-bangs and swaps where girls exchange their dates and make out with other partners. Anything goes on today, even anal sex and other variations that were definitely 'taboo' a few years back."
"The result of the 'Sexual Revolution,' I presume."
"That's the most common explanation...," Melody laughed, shrugging her shoulders. "I guess it's valid enough. Children have more freedom today that ever before. They're given keys to cars, money for motels, even whisky from their dad's booze closet. They have little supervision at home so their teachers have a particularly difficult job. I don't mind doing my job well but when I have to raise children, teach them a set of moral values, and instill things in them they should have learned at home it becomes very difficult. It's often easier to give in and overlook certain things than it is to change them. Especially if your classroom is overcrowded and you don't have enough time to spend with each and every student."
"Goon..."
"Well, I always have problems with the football students ... the sports athletes ... who want to chase balls and wham bats but don't know how to crack a book. Usually they get low grades and need help. They know if they fail the class they're off the team. It's pretty rough getting a boy to put out high school work when all he's thinking about is socking balls and chasing girls...! "
"Agreed...! "
"I don't like to be rough on my students but they've got to do a certain amount of work and get the required grades to keep up their average. If they fall below I try to help them. But I'm not in the habit of letting failing students pass. I didn't know what problems you could encounter until I met Bobo Bronson, a big hulk of a kid, seventeen, with bulging muscles and biceps who had just been nominated for athlete of the year. The kid was playing football, baseball and he was to be in the wrestling finals."
"Was he scholastically poor?"
"The kid never did any homework...," Melody shrugged. "He didn't participate much in class. He failed every test I gave him. He was a nice kid, good looking, average manners, a really accommodating guy-except he had no interest at all in studying. Bobo didn't seem to care until it got time for grades to come out and then he began cramming for all he was worth. He told me he went home and studied with his girlfriend, Carol, but he was so far behind he just couldn't catch up."
"Continue..."
"Bobo was a nice looking kid. He was tall, blonde, without a pimple on his face and a very manly way about him. When the youth got an erection it looked like a football being inflated in his pants. Bobo was popular with the girls. I guess he dated every night. One thing was certain he didn't spend much time studying!"
"Goon..."
"Well, I saw it was time to have a serious talk with Bobo. Unless his grades improved he was certain to fail. It would mean, of course, he would be dropped from sports. A stiff penalty for a kid who wanted to play and not put out any work. So one evening after class I told Bobo to come back and talk to me."
"Continue..."
"Bobo showed up minutes after the dismissal bell...," Melody observed. "He sauntered into the room in those big army boots that left scuff marks all over the floor. He leaned against the desk almost over my shoulder and flashed a warm smile at me."
"I'm here ... teach...," Bobo grinned. "I guess you're going to tell me I'm failing. I've already had a jive with old lady Johnson and she says I'm going to flunk. She's given me one more chance to do better. You gonna give me the same story? Believe me, teach, I've tried ... but some guys have all the brains."
"It's not a matter of brains, Bobo...," I interrupted. "It's using them that counts...! "
"Mine just don't function right...," Bobo grinned, rolling up his ragged-edged sleeves. "My muscles work fine. Some guys are all brawn and some all brains. I don't guess I can do the schoolwork but I do fine on the field. I don't think it's right to punish me just because of the way I am."
"Bobo-this is not a training camp...," I interrupted, showing my disapproval of his light-hearted attitude. "This is a school and you're required to keep up your grades to stay or. the team. Sports are a bonus for boys who can do their studies and be athletically competitive. But we are not turning out athletes at the expense of grades. It's our policy to make boys who can't handle studies and sports both drop sports and catch up on their schoolwork. It's only fair to warn you, Bobo, that you're in that situation. It's not that I want to flunk you or will get any fun out of it. It's just that I can't honestly pass you when you don't do the work. It's not fair to the other students!"
"Well-it's certainly not fair to me...!" Bobo argued, standing spread-legged pointing a warning finger. "I can't help it if I'm a slow learner. That doesn't mean you should have the right to keep me off the team."
"I see you're considering it a personal threat when your teachers tell you to do better or fail."
"What else could it be?, " Bobo blasted, thrusting back a thick angry finger through his heavy leather belt. "You teachers are anti-sports. You think kids should stuff their brains and ignore their bodies. Well, I don't like the dumb course. I can't learn. It doesn't interest me. If you flunk me I'll promise you I'll quit school and get a job. That's not a threat either-it's a promise. I never meant anything more in my life."
"I was shocked...," Melody flushed. "The youth was red faced and angry. He was leaning over my desk, almost banging his fist in a display of temper, and he was threatening me with his violent tantrums. I knew the boy was serious. I began having some second thoughts about failing him."
"How many hours a night do you spend studying, Bobo?, " I inquire'. "Be honest with me..."
"Well ... er ... you know how it is...," Bobo halted. caught suddenly speechless. "I ... er ... study a while...! "
"How many hours a night, Bobo...?" I repeated, tugging down my pink cashmere sweater. "You're supposed to spend at least four a night to get good grades. Do you spend anywhere near that many? Can you honestly say you spend a good solid hour each night at your lessons?"
"A ww ... gee ... Miss Melody..." Bobo began, flinching with distaste as I assaulted him with questions. "Jeez ... you know I'm busy. I practice four nights a week ... and then there's Carol. We study together!"
"Yes-but Carol can't make up for all the months you've missed. You have sense enough to realize that, I hope!"
"Aw-shit-you've just got it in for me...! "
"Bobo-I have nothing personal against you...," I began. "I called you in because I want to help you before it's too late. I want to warn you before it happens."
"You just don't like me, do you, Miss Melody?, " Bobo inquired. "You think because I like sports I'm dim-witted."
"You act it sometimes!"
"Maybe you don't like guys at all...! "
"That's ridiculous...," Melody blasted. "You will please remember, young man, that I am your teacher."
"Everyone-likes to abuse authority!"
"Bobo...," I exclaimed angrily, "stop acting so childish. You're almost a grown man. You knew when you went out for sports you had to keep up your grades. I bet your coach is on your back too!"
"Sure he is-you and old lady Johnson put him on me worse'n a swarm of angry bees! You just pick on guys because you're jealous of them. You like to abuse us because we try to be men and be sportsman-like. You think we ought to whimper and spout poetry like little fairies."
"I don't criticize boys for liking sports...," I answered, noticing the growing erection in Bobo's pants. "It's only when they stop learning that I object. Now why don't you spend as much time studying as you do arguing with me?"
"Goon. . . "
"I got Bobo into a chair and the book open...," Melody admitted. "My eyes remained riveted on the full developing erection moving down the left side of Bobo's leg. My heart leaped into my throat. I gulped heavily. Bobo stared down and smiled confidently, obviously not embarrassed by the sudden appearance of his ACHING MEAT!"
"Goon. . . "
"I noticed that when we began turning the pages of the book his hand occasionally touched mine almost by accident. I noticed a slow smile at the corner of Bobo's mouth. I saw that the erection had not disappeared. Believe me it made me have plenty of erotic thoughts."
"You're not so bad after all, Miss Melody...," Bobo grinned.
"Young man, in class I'd prefer you call me Mrs. Parker. Miss Melody almost makes me sound colored, don't you think!"
"Oh no-you're very white...," Bobo whistled. "You have such lovely pale skin. That color of sweater looks nice on you too!"
"It's nice of you to notice, Bobo...," I blushed. "Perhaps you can come in today after class and I can help you study. Maybe if you're forced into it you can make some improvement before it's too late."
"If you'll help me...," Bobo winked. "I'll be glad to come in after class. It's so difficult at home. The phone rings. It's either a girlfriend or some guy. Always something to do ... I admit I don't spend much time doing my work. But can you blame me...? "
"Yes...! "
"You're not being fair!"
"Neither are you...! " Melody interrupted, glancing down at the significant bulge. "You're a child. You can put down the sucker when there's work to do. Unless you learn to do things that have to be done you'll never accept responsibility...! "
"Umm-you have such pretty blue eyes...," Bobo whispered, running a curious finger down a soft feminine arm. "You've really got a lot going for you when you're not arguing with me!"
"I like you better when you act your age...," I interrupted, observing the sensual tone the conversation had taken.
"I'm a man, baby. I know it...," Bobo smiled, suddenly touching full petulant breasts. "And if you'd own up to the fact that you're a woman we might find we have a lot in common!"
"Bobo-I don't like the tone this conversation is taking...! "
"I've noticed you staring ... Miss Melody...," Bobo leered. "Underneath the cool exterior you're at least a woman!"
"All of a sudden that impulsive youth leaned over my desk with his face against mine. His breath was warm against my cheeks and his lips were vulnerable pressing close to mine. Bobo was staring into my eyes and challenging me. All at once he took hold of my hand and placed it on his THROBBING PENIS!"
"Don't we have more in common than just this book, Miss Melody?, " Bobo pleaded. "You don't know what you do for me as just a woman, not as just a teacher!"
"BOBO...! ! ! , " I exclaimed, suddenly feeling hot lips against mine. "I admit I did not protest. I was too taken by surprise. I was too shocked and too willing to resist. I've always had a weakness for young men. Bobo was big enough to be a man. The thing pulsating half way down his leg assured me he was virile and passionate."
"Ummmm ... you have such lovely soft breasts ... such sweet lips ... ummm Bobo continued, moving eager fingers beneath the yielding sweater. "Oh ... I just adore red bras...! Even more I adore what's in them...! Gosh, baby, you aren't even padded!"
"What an insolent, rash young BEAST...!" I gasped. "What a fresh, ohooooo. ... ! "
"Goon..."
"Bobo forced my head back as he drove his eager tongue into my mouth...," Melody frowned. "He halfway choked me with its fullness. I ceased whimpering and protesting. He pulled me up from the seat, glanced to see that the classroom door was closed, and pressed me against his CAPTIVE PENIS."
"I'm in the mood for something besides work...," Bobo laughed. "It will be hours before the janitor comes around. The halls are deserted. It would be very easy for the two of us to have some fun."
"Ohoooo. ... ummmmm. ... " I gasped, eager fingers moving inside my bra. "Ohooo ... what big powerful hands!"
"I've got something else that's BIG and POWERFUL...," Bobo blushed, hugging me close as he ran eager fingers over firm buttocks. "It needs exercise about now. How about let's give ourselves a real workout and enjoy this relationship?"
"I didn't quite have this in mind...," I laughed, when I felt that bulging erection pressing against my thigh. "You're a very persuasive young man."
"That's what my four other girlfriends tell me Bobo frowned, "but you don't have to tell Carol. She thinks she's the only one."
"Hmmmmm ... some stud lover you are...! No wonder you can't make as many touch-downs ... you're too exhausted!"
"I have remarkable recuperative powers!"
"So-stop bragging and demonstrate...!" I panted, driven to desperation by his steaming closeness and the mood I was in. "Listen-I don't think this is the safest place. How about in the kitchen downstairs where there's a few locked doors. I wouldn't like to be caught with my thighs spread on my own desk."
"Anything you say, teach...," Bobo grinned. "I'm willing to indulge in anything that's physical!"
"Obviously...," Melody blushed. "I allowed that bold persuasive youth to lead me down into the kitchen. It was empty. We went into one of the small rooms that had a table and bolt-lock door. We pulled the door shut. The glass in the window was the kind you couldn't see through. We felt safe and secure with the door locked. Bobo moved to pull off my sweater. I willingly allowed him to. He unfastened the bra and moved to my full sensual breasts. His mouth circled my fiery tips and he began to suck with eager abandon. The tips grew firm in his mouth. He nudged his tongue over the tip until it stuck out like a hard projectile."
"You taste good, baby...! "
"I didn't protest as Bobo removed my panties. I allowed him to place me on the side of the wooden table. I felt so ridiculous and vulnerable. I studied the hard appendage in his tight jeans. I wanted it more than anything."
"Do you always stay dressed?, " I inquired. "How about letting me look at the goodies?"
"Why don't you take it out and study it...?" Bobo laughed. "It's much more fun when you do it. You can grade it after it's done its work!"
"I moved my hand to the firm zipper Melody gasped. "I tugged downward. The zipper moved down easily. I reached inside. The huge pounding penis greeted me. It arched outward and curved up towards Bobo's abdomen. It was big and red and covered with what seemed miles and miles of blue-black crisscross veins. It was thick, as thick as my husband's, and somewhat larger. All of this coupled with the fact that Bobo had a marvelous set of dangling testicles which amply testified to his virility. I moved downward, to my knees, and Bobo seemed surprised that I wanted to pay oral homage to his manhood."
"Go on, sweets, chew the old MEAT STICK!"
"I grabbed that huge palpitating monster...," Melody gasped. "I moved it to eye-level. I was so starved for SEX that I never gave a thought to cheating. My husband had been gone for almost two weeks. I had often thought he would cheat on me if given the opportunity."
"Goon..."
"Well-I moved my lips over the ripe piss-hole and began sucking. I moved my tongue around in erotic circles and drew the member in deep and hard. I sucked and fondled the testicles with curious fingers. Bobo began pumping in and out of my mouth. When I saw that he meant to ejaculate I moved my mouth away and moved up against his firm flesh. I put my arms around his back and rubbed my pendulous boobies against his chest."
"How about giving a gal some real action...?" I chuckled. "Who knows-maybe I can be bribed into giving you better grades!"
"Suits me, baby...!" Bobo chuckled, suddenly slipping a condom down over the head of his tool.
"I don't want it in a sock...!" I giggled, boldly. "I'm wearing a loop so you don't have to cover it. I'd much rather take the real thing minus the inner tube!"
"I allowed Bobo to mash me against the table...," Melody moaned. "He moved his big RAW PENIS between my thighs. He inserted it. I felt him pump lightly a few times until the big round head slid inside. Then Bobo put his hands behind my hips. He pulled me close. He began working his FAT TOOL into me. He moaned with pleasure as he worked himself inside. I clung to him and planted soft kisses on his neck which only drove him to further passion."
"I think we're right for each other...! "
"I cried out as Bobo drove in deep and hard...," Melody admitted. "I gasped loudly and screamed as he propelled me with lightning speed towards a full shimmering orgasm. I erupted. Moments later Bobo ejaculated and filled me with potent seed. I urged him to leave his penis inside until he went soft. He did so and then moved between my thighs when he removed his limp member."
"Ohooo ... Bobo ... suck me ... ! , " I cried. "OHOOO ... SUCK ME HARD...! "
"Bobo I can't do that..., " I muttered. "It isn't fair!"
"Then the shit with sucking your stinking puss...," Bobo frowned.
"Okay-give me my clothes if that's how you feel about it!"
"No, you don't, baby...!" Bobo growled. "You don't run out on me!"
"I melted as I felt that crude tongue move between my thighs...," Melody muttered. "I ran my fingers through the youth's hair. I swooned. I moaned and groaned and panted with passion as Bobo began sucking on my clitoris. Most boys his age aren't aware of the finer techniques of foreplay. Most never locate a woman's clit until they're married. Bobo knew right where to work his mouth to get me highly passionate and deeply involved in a moment of sensual ecstasy."
"Ohoooo ... EAT ME...!" I cried. "EAT ME ... EAT ME ... RAW...! "
"Beg me, baby ... you've got to promise me better grades or else I won't POP YOU OFF!"
"Okay-anything-Bobo ... but please ... EAT ME ... EAT ME RAW...! "
"Jeez-you are impatient, aren't you? I want to play ball as bad as you want to get balled. So we can make an exchange, okay?"
"I've already agreed, damn you...," Melody screamed. "Blow me or get off the damned wagon!"
"Goon..."
"Bobo began moving his mouth, lips and tongue with wanton abandon. He assaulted me with his tongue-tool and sent me cascading over the highest waves of pleasure. I screamed out, pulled his hair, ground my sex against his slobbering jaws and cried out as I reached my peak. Bobo laughed and drove his tongue in deeper. He sucked me to another orgasm and then he pushed me against the table and assaulted me with his RAW NAKED SEX. I drew it deep into my womb and cried out with pleasure as I had one wild orgasm after the other."
"Continue..."
"Well, an hour later we had finished our first, but not our last, sex session. Bobo and I spent the next hour studying in class. I got the youth to agree to do some studying in return for being given better grades. I just couldn't pass him until he made some slight effort to improve. Bobo began taking more of an interest in class participation. Given the desire to learn he proved to me he was as capable of getting good grades as anyone else."
"Goon..."
"I had to keep other athletic students after class. They all had the same problem. They were too busy and too popular to study. Word must have gotten around because the next boy, Luke Jamison, made a pass at me and succeeded in seducing me. He was big and handsome. The next day Bobo told me he knew all about me and Luke. There were several other boys after that, all on the football team, I guess I got kicked around between them as much as any football. I admit I got pretty good at wrestling ... only in the end my big virile opponents always got me down and sunk in the meat!"
"I see..."
"I felt guilty whenever my husband came home...," Melody confessed. "But then I was convinced he was doing the same thing. Men don't spend weeks at motels alone without seeking companionship. More and more marriages consist of cheating husbands and wives ... with infidelity being shared equally. I thought I should take my golden chance and not deny myself."
"So what is the problem?"
"Well-you know darned well teenage boys talk a lot..., " Melody halted, nervously. "Some do more than that I found out. Word got around the entire team that I was an easy make and would give passing grades in return for a good roll in the sheets. Somehow one of the students got hold of my panties with my name on them no less. It was an item I had ordered from a catalog ... monogrammed undies...! They were tossing my scented dainties back and forth over the locker room when the coach came in. He'd already caught some conversation about how the boys were passing and it made him mad."
"What happened?"
"Not long ago Coach Johanson stomped into my room with his red cap pulled down over his left eye. He pulled my monogrammed undies out of his hip pocket and tossed them on my desk."
"There's some vile gossip going on in my locker room about you, lady!, " Johanson spat. "My boys aren't up to par lately. Too much night life it seems. From what I can catch through the walls a lot of time is being spent with you in afternoon sex sessions after school. You ought to know that teenage boys talk. You ought to have better sense. I'm not gonna report this but from now on I want my students in the field for their workouts. Not learning how to lift lace undies in your class. If anyone of them is late for practice I'm gonna talk to the principal. If they don't put out the work to pass fail them. I don't need 'em on my team."
"I was so embarrassed I was speechless."
"I don't know who's responsible for this ugly gossip. But you're gonna be given a second chance. Don't blow it. Have my boys on the field after class. If they can't get passing grades honestly-flunk them. Get the picture? Now play ball with me or get out of the game. Cock-crazy dames make me sick!"
"I was completely taken by surprise...," Melody confessed. "The boys acted differently after that. I guess their coach gave them a lecture. It worried me but the gossip ended as quickly as it had started. I gave no more afternoon sessions. Either the boys made it or flunked."
"I see..."
"I've applied for a transfer to another school. I'd prefer working with kids in fourth and fifth grade. Older boys are just too much of a temptation. Especially when I'm STARVED FOR SEX!! ! I've talked my husband into taking a job somewhere else where he will be home more often. I realize I made a mistake only because I was lonely. I don't think it will happen again. I need help to see that it doesn't. I don't want to give up teaching ... but I'll have to if that ever happens again."
PSYCHOLOGICAL COMMENT:
Many teachers are genuinely surprised that they are so willing to become physically involved with their students. Many never set out to entice their students but somehow they slip into a relationship that is brought about by both student and teacher who feel a mutual attraction.
In this case Melody observes that she was lonely and neglected because her husband was out of town working. She had not meant for anything to happen but in working with athletic students she noticed a strong physical attraction. Perhaps the boys sensed this and felt that seducing Melody would be an ideal method to solicit better grades. For a short while this worked out until a wise coach overheard the locker room gossip and put a stop to what could have developed into a harmful situation.
It is quite common knowledge that men, and even adolescents, talk and brag about their early sexual experiences. In WOMEN WHO SEDUCE BOYS Dr. Guenter Klow observes...,"When males meet in barracks or locker rooms and discuss early sexual experiences, there will invariably be those who, with a gleam of pride or remembered excitement in their eyes, tell of how they were introduced to sex in childhood by a maid or other older woman." (11)
Authorities agree that many such experiences are not necessarily bad or even harmful. In the same work the author observes...,"There are cases where males, introduced to sex in puberty by an older woman, become well-adjusted sexually in adult life and even turn out to be more adept lovers because of early experience with a woman who knew all about it." (11)
A wise football coach who overheard the ugly gossip confronted Melody with the evidence and advised her that further indiscretions would be brought to the attention of the right authorities. Because Melody is fearful that her newly-discovered thrill might become a compulsive habit she is seeking help. Hopefully this situation may never occur again.
CHAPTER SIX
Inter-Racial Targets
Teachers have managed to get themselves involved in many types of erotic relationships. It is common knowledge that teachers have flogged and spanked disobedient students in the past. In many cases such spankings, especially when conducted by a man against a bare-bottomed female, may have many erotic connotations. Many teachers who have punished children in the past and present have definite erotic motives in carrying out what could be termed sadomasochistic punishment against students. In some cases resulting erotic contact may be brought about, in other cases, the resulting orgasm may go unnoticed by all except the teacher.
In WOMEN WHO SEDUCE BOYS Dr. Guenter Klow observes...,"During the Victorian period, when purity supposedly covered the land, many an English child had drawers lowered so that bared buttocks could better feel the sting of the cane, the birch, the tawse or any other variety of implement then in fashion." (11)
Dr. Klow continues...,"True, in many cases, this was the result of a strongly disciplinarian society which insisted that punishment follow every crime, but recorded history shows quite clearly that frequently innocent buttocks were stripped and crimsoned not because of the conduct of the owner, but rather, to provide sexual enjoyment for the person doing the punishing." (11)
Many boys who recall being spanked and flogged have remained ignorant for a life-time of the fact that their teachers may have derived erotic pleasure from such activities. Many only discover the real motive of their abuse when an overweight teacher makes a gesture towards them which is sexual in nature.
Amy Jacobson consulted me because of pressure brought against her to seek psychiatric help. Amy Jacobson is a single spinster, a not unattractive woman in her early thirties who has achieved quite a reputation for herself among students as being the strictest and most vindictive of all the teachers. Amy Jacobson was on the verge of a nervous breakdown when she consulted me and repeated the following story.
"I was raised strict by my father...," Amy began, running her nervous fingers through dull brown hair. "I had five sisters and six brothers. I never got any special attention. My father used to cane us regularly with a birch rod or a razor strap. I remember many nights laying in bed and not being able to roll on my back. When dad gave you a spanking you never forgot it not for a long while. You might say we were pretty well-mannered children when my dad got finished with us. Compared to kids today we were little angels. We were never allowed to speak at the dinner table. We never spoke back to our parents."
"I see..."
"I taught music for several years...," Amy continued, twirling her gold ring nervously. "I had to quit because children today don't want to learn. I was thinking of retiring from teaching a few months back ... before this all happened. All I can say is the kids had it in for me. They meant to get me and they misrepresented what was meant to be a good thing! Sure, I've always spanked children. I've forced them to pull down their pants right in class. I've broken many a rule over their backsides. It was how my father taught me and it's the only way of bringing up children that makes sense!"
"Haven't you had some problem with complaining parents?"
"Yes...," Amy blushed, caressing the silk blouse she wore. "Parents now let their children run wild. Mr.
Peterson, our principal, is totally ineffectual in restraining wild youngsters. The boys just laugh when I send them to his office. I decided the best way was to take matters into my own hands."
"By spanking them?"
"Yes-if you must know..., " Amy hissed. "It was good enough for me and it's good enough for kids today."
"How do you spank them?"
"What do you mean, how do I spank them? How do you spank any child...?" Amy flushed. "You beat him across the back sides!"
"Do you pull down their trousers first?"
"What business is it of yours?, " Amy gasped. "Not that it's anyone's concern but, yes, I do pull down their trousers ... and the girls' undies too. I want to look at their naked red ASS as I bring the paddle down. I want to feel the fiery sting after they've had a good whipping. I want to see the solid red streaks running crisscross over their naked cheeks."
"Isn't that a bit extreme?"
"That was how I was punished. I found it most effective."
"You've encountered a few problems with complaining parents, haven't you?"
"Of course I have...," Amy insisted, pacing across the floor and staring vacantly out the window. "Because parents are too sorry to discipline their children at home and they resent anyone else trying to make up for what they haven't taught them. I told you I don't intend to teach again. If teachers don't have the right to discipline their children ... the job isn't worth having!"
"There was some mention of sexual involvement with your students. Are you married?"
"No-but it's no business of yours. It doesn't have anything to do with my punishment of students either...," Amy protested, fiercely. "I've whipped as many girls as boys, all with their buttocks bared, if you must know. Funnybut the boys complain the loudest. The girls are too embarrassed to tell their parents. I never will forget the first time Mrs. Ramsey came to consult me about the red marks on her little Jimmy's behind. The kid was thirteen, a real monster, and unruly until he found out I meant business."
"Tell me about the incident...." Jimmie came to us from another school ... he was a transfer student..., " Amy began. "A real mean kid who always got his way. His father was deceased and his mother worked all the time. The youth got absolutely no discipline at home. It was up to me to discipline him or allow him to turn into a wild juvenile delinquent."
"Continue..."
"I caught Jimmie using bad language with one very quiet girl. I was right behind him when he leaned over Sally Colby's shoulder and told her to 'suck his dick'. I was so enraged by his brash rudeness that I grabbed hold of his bright orange hair. I pulled him physically up out of his seat. The child screamed bloody murder as I drug him to the front of the class. Poor Sally was red faced and crying because she was so embarrassed. I never thought how cruel I was being to the boy. I admit anger overwhelmed me. I twisted the kid's left arm behind his back until he obeyed my orders to remove his jeans and shorts. I picked up my wooden yardstick. I shoved Jimmie down over my knees. I brought the yardstick down over his backsides right in front of the entire class."
"Yeow ... yeow ... you're killing me...!" he cried. "You're killing me ... owww ... owwww ... owwwwwweeeeeeeeee!"
"It's a shame to hear a boy your age use such filthy language in front of a girl...!" I screamed. "You'll never do it again ... young man...! "
"Well, I didn't really realize how hard I was flogging the kid. I can't stand nasty talk from a boy ... especially in front of a girl as nice as Sally. I'm afraid I might have gotten a little rough. Jimmie screamed and finally he said he'd apologize, but not before I'd actually drawn blood from his bottom. I guess I calmed down when I saw that the kid was really crying bloody murder. Of course there was the physical evidence he had been beaten."
"Had you flogged students before that?"
"Not very often...," Amy continued. "But I knew Jimmie was going to give me trouble. He pulled up his pants, buckled his belt, pushed back his rumpled hair and shuffled back to the back of the room. He was crying when he told Sally he was sorry. Sally quit sniffing and smiled. She seemed to be quite upset that Jimmie was whipped on her account."
"I see..."
"Well-it wasn't long until I got a call from Jimmie's mother. In fact she came by my house that night. She told me her son had some violent welts on his buttocks. She emphasized that she did not want me spanking her son again. She admitted she didn't mind Jimmie being scolded but she thought any physical punishment should be given at home. She came out and said point blank that she did not want her son to become the victim of what she termed 'scholastic brutality'. "
"Did she report this incident to anyone else?"
"No ... and you can bet I didn't touch the boy for a long while...," Amy admitted. "But I got back at him. The boy had low grades anyway. They were almost good enough to get by on. I flunked Jimmie without giving him a second thought. He had to make up the grade. Fortunately he wasn't in any of my classes. Jimmie used to glare at me after that like he dared me to touch him but he remembered the whipping good enough not to get cocky. The humiliation of being ribbed by the other students was enough to keep the memory of the flogging alive."
"Were you sexually aroused after whipping the boy."
"Of course not...," Amy flushed, staring out the window. "What would make you think such a thing."
"You could have spanked him fully dressed."
"A spanking isn't any good at all unless it hits sensitive tender flesh!"
"Most teachers don't strip their students in front of the entire class."
"I didn't expose his genitals...," Amy recounted. "Just his backsides. He's just a boy ... barely thirteen. I told you I was very angry and I later regretted having lost my temper. I bet you one thing. I bet Jimmie never forgets the day he lay over my knees and got the best whipping he ever had in his life."
"Did it happen again?"
"What?"
"Your spanking boys?"
"Of course it did...! It's the nature of children that age to be disobedient!"
"It's no secret there were sexual complications. You might as well go into details."
"I think this is ridiculous. One mistake in a woman's life and she's ruined...," Amy choked. "Yes, I spanked a lot of students. Boys and girls alike. It didn't matter as long as they deserved it. After the incident with Jimmie I made them wait until after class when the halls were empty. Then I took down their panties. I had a narrow leather switch then which didn't make as much noise and hurt more. I really laid it on but I never drew blood again. This whip was good for making welts but not drawing blood. I didn't have any trouble for several years. I whip about two boys a month on the average. Most other teachers couldn't be bothered. But I'm not shrugging my duty, I'll tell you!"
"Don't you think parents are capable of disciplining their children?"
"Most don't care, have the time, or know how...," Amy voiced. "I really began to have problems when they began this integration nonsense. They ought to keep blacks with blacks. Not make us white teachers educate and raise them. I remember problems really cropped up when Silas came to our school. He was only one of the little Afros they shipped in to balance things out. Only the odds were still 200-I against the black students. I understand the Negro girls fit in real well. But all the teachers were complaining about the four black male students we got. Silas was the worst though ... oh. he was a real corker! Born in the slums, in the ghetto, raised with rats and empty wine bottles, with the vocabulary of a hood ... how could they expect me to control a boy like that in class? It was more than I could take ... more than I could cope with. I'm going through menopause I believe and my nerves weren't up to coping with boys like Silas!"
"Was he so different from your other students?"
"Listen...," Amy began, "I remember one day when he first came to class. I had told the kids to do some silent reading. I was grading some composition papers when I glanced up and stared to the back of the room. Silas was reading and scratching his leg. He wore heavy black boots. You know how a boy will reach down and pull up his pants legs and scratch. That was what Silas was doing only he never knew I was watching...! "
"Goon..."
"I got out of my chair and walked to the back of the class...," Amy continued. "Silas never looked up. I watched him closely. He would read for a while and then he would scratch some more and finger the silver thing shoved down in his boots. I was more than slightly curious. From the back of the class I could see better. I glimpsed the top part of the knife handle. I saw that the knife case was strapped to his leg. I almost died. To think that a boy in my class would be carrying a razor-sharp knife. I knew right then that that kind of behavior could not be tolerated."
"Continue..."
"I should have sent Silas to the principal...," Amy confessed. "But it didn't do any good. The boys came back meaner than ever. They got the idea I couldn't enforce discipline myself. I wanted to dispel that idea right away. Which makes me believe that corporal punishment is preferable to sending kids to the principal. A teacher has to be effective herself in order to maintain control. I crept up behind Silas and surprised him. I was standing behind him glancing over his shoulder."
"What is that silver thing inside your boot, young man?"
"Huh...?" Silas muttered, staring up in surprise. "OH-nothing!"
"I watched as Silas pulled his trousers down over his boot tops. I pulled his kinky hair and made him roll up his trousers. I gave him orders to unstrap the knife and to give it to me. At first Silas gave me some argument until I raised my ruler over his head and threatened to smash his brains out."
"No student in my class is going to carry lethal weapons...!" I commented. "Now hold out your hand...! "
"You wouldn't not if you've got any sense!"
"Reluctantly the youth turned over the weapon and groaned as I slapped him three times across the palm of the hand. I've never seen such hatred flash in one boy's eyes. He looked like an angry cat stalking its prey ... only to be outsmarted in its battle plans. Silas did not cry out no matter how hard I slapped him. He bore his humiliation with pride and something close to vengeance in his eyes."
"I want my blade back after class...," Silas whispered. "It's my personal property if you don't mind."
"You could be jailed for carrying a lethal weapon!"
"Around this school a black needs some protection...," Silas muttered, ignoring bold stares from classmates. "I'm outnumbered. My little helper makes up for uneven odds. I'll be back for it after school."
"It won't do any good," I affirmed, determined not to let the youth get the best of me.
"Continue..."
"Well-I whipped other boys in class. Usually I made them report after school. I did the spanking in the privacy of an empty room. Doing it in front of the whole class caused too much talk. I didn't want a league of angry mothers breathing down my neck."
"Well-I guess it's all going to come out sooner or later. I found out Silas was very afraid of his step-father, a big black longshoreman who threw his weight around the five kids in the family. Silas came by after class and the way he talked to me, asking if I was going to tell his parents, told me he was afraid that it would get back home about him carrying a knife. I told him I intended to keep the knife but that he never brought another one around I would not tell his parents. I meant to be fair. Maybe the boy was afraid of being a minority. It was true some of the white boys teased him. Maybe he did feel that he needed protection."
"Goon..."
"Silas was bigger than most of the other boys...," Amy blushed. "He always wore tight black jeans, narrow at the legs, and a black shirt and a solid white belt and tennis shoes. The youth was agile. I guess maybe even handsome for a black youth. I never really thought of him as attractive because I hadn't been around many blacks. But when the kid got an erection you were just bound to notice because it hung half-way down his leg! I always walk up and down the aisles and sometimes it seemed that kid had a hard-on half way through the entire class. I always looked to see if Silas had an erection before I'd ask him to speak in class. Silas was a very poor student. I don't know if it was that he didn't try or what."
"Go on..."
"Well, all hell broke loose one day when Silas and this other white boy, Jack Crockett, got into an argument. I saw Silas reach into his pocket and bring out a pair of brass knuckles which fitted snugly over his fingers. Jack Crockett stood up, bristled, spitting out angry words of scorn."
"You ugly black coon Jack scowled, "you got no right using words like that around a white girl! You ought to be killed...! They used to lynch your kind for talk like that. . . ! "
"I got in the middle of the argument before blows fell. I shoved Silas down in the chair, restrained Jack and reached for a piece of crumpled paper which they were fighting over."
"Goon..."
"The black son-of-a-bitch passed that note to Sally-
Jo...," Jack spat. "I grabbed it before she got it. Just read it, Miss Jacobson. I don't know why they put black trash in school with decent white folk!"
"I opened the note and it was indeed shocking. It read: "I like the looks of your big boobs. Will you let me feel them after class? Signed ... Silas"
"I never thought to take time to see if it was Silas's handwriting. I was so mad I grabbed that big strapping black youth by the scruff of the neck. I drug him up the aisle. I beat him with the yardstick until he was screaming for mercy. I forced him to pull down his pants and his jocks until the whole class was roaring with laughter. Silas was almost in tears as I made him lean over the chair. I raised the yardstick and brought it down viciously against his backsides. The boy never flinched or cried out. I beat him until his backsides, which were as black as coal, turned red with blood."
"I'll teach you to use such words around a decent white lady...," I gasped. "No trip to the principal will settle this matter. I ought to tell your parents-but it wouldn't do any good. Only cause more trouble. Maybe I can handle it myself."
"Jeez...," a girl in front of class whispered, "all that blood and he's not even crying!"
"I didn't write that stinking note ... Miss Jacob-son...," Silas flinched. "I never wrote no note like that to a white girl. I been framed ... ohooo ... you'll pay for this you damned white ... bitch ... whore ... you'll pay for this ... if it's the last thing I do!"
"Look at his ASS...," the boy in the rear shouted. "A black coon's ass is getting a real workout from Miss Jacobson. Beat him so he don't never come back ... nooooo ... yeah ... yeah...! Black dog ... ugly black dog!"
I was shaking and almost exhausted when my arm trembled and I realized I had gone too far. The boy was lying helpless over my lap being ridiculed by his classmates and flogged by me. It was more than he could take. Silas cried out like a wild animal ... jerked up his shorts and his jeans ... and fled from the room. Big tears were running down his cheeks as he fled. He turned and I've never seen such hatred in one boy's eyes in my life!"
"That will teach him to try and be white...," Jack laughed. "You really showed him Miss Jacobson...! You really showed that stinking coon that we whites mean business. We stick together-damned right we do!"
"Did he write that note...? ? ? , " I screamed, moving to the back of the class. "I grabbed Jack's collar. The youth laughed until he almost cried. I could never get anything out of the boy except for him to say that Silas had written the note. But I knew in my heart that he was lying."
"What happened...? "
"Silas didn't come back to school until the truant officer went to get him. They gave Silas a choice of coming back or going to reform school. Somehow he had hidden the fact he had been beaten from his parents. I wasn't surprised when he transferred out of my class. I thought I wasn't going to see much of Silas after that. I felt better."
"Goon. . . "
"Well, another unusual thing happened...," Amy continued. "I had to spank this boy, Jack Driscoll, for lying in class. I had him come in after school, pull down his pants and his shorts. I flushed crimson when I glimpsed his naked penis. The youth had an erection right before I spanked him. For a moment I had this violent urge to reach out and grab it...! I quickly pushed that thought from my mind. When Jack leaned over my leg I could feel his HARD PENIS jabbing between my thighs. It made me squirm. I brought my bare hand down solidly against Jack's buttocks. He cried out, wiggled, and the more he wiggled about the more excited I got. His big tool was thrashing between my thighs. If it hadn't been for the fact it would have caused me trouble I might have thrown apart my legs and pulled the boy onto me. I've had only one boyfriend in my life and he left me for another girl. I've never even been proposed to! When Jack got up all red in the face I noticed he was grinning from ear to ear. I wondered why. I stared at his limp tool. The youth waved and ran from the classroom. I felt this significant wetness between my thighs. I realized the youth had ejaculated between my legs. I wasn't very surprised to feel a reassuring wetness in the crotch of my own pants."
"Go on..."
"That incident excited me so much that I pulled the door closed and locked it. I sat behind my desk. I slid a curious finger inside my panties. I felt my hairy bush. I probed inside for the sensitive FLESH that could be so passionately aroused. I urged my finger in and out the moist hole. Then I finished myself off by fingering my little CLITTY-BUTTON. I groaned and had to grab the desk as I experienced my orgasm. I admit to having had a sexual response. But I never in any way touched the boy or tried to arouse him. If he had an erection and subsequent ejaculation I never brought it about directly. I can't see why all this gossip is going about concerning me and my students. Just because I believe in spanking they think I'm a sex-fiend!"
"Goon..."
"Things were pretty quiet for about two weeks after the incident of spanking Silas. I had almost forgotten it one evening when I was working in the library. It was late in the afternoon. There was no one in the library with me. Now that I look back I realize that that boy meant to get caught otherwise he would have never pulled such a prank during school hours."
"Be more specific, please."
"Well-I was replacing the books the students had returned. None of the teachers had wanted to use the library that day. I was in the back, near the historical volumes, when I had this sudden feeling that someone was in there with me. I'm not psychic or anything but I had this sudden feeling that I was not alone. I didn't feel afraid ... just a little uneasy!"
"Continue..."
"I went about my work and was standing on the ladder placing a book up on the top shelf when all of a sudden I felt strong arms moving about my waist. I turned suddenly and glanced down into Silas's black angry face."
"You might fall ... ma'am...," Silas hissed. "You should be more careful about the dangerous places you put yourself in! In fact you ought to be a whole lot more careful about lots of things you do!"
"Take your hands off me, Silas...!" I whimpered.
"You can't make me ... you don't have a whole class laughing ... and you don't have a yardstick to threaten me with. You're just a frightened white woman, an old maid, scared shitless some black's going to rape her. Maybe you need a good screw, baby! Maybe that's just what you do need!"
"I glanced downward as Silas lifted me to the floor. I saw that big rod hanging down his leg. I noticed the zipper was pulled half-way down and his dirty shorts were showing. I wanted to scream. Silas put his hand over my mouth."
"Let's you and me discuss this in this nice dark corner. No one in here to bother us. I been waiting for just this chance. You gave me a pretty bad time in front of all of them white boys...! Now it's my turn. Take off your blouse or I'll take it off for you!"
"I went to scream but Silas stuffed a white sock in my mouth. I choked and tried to fight it. I felt him pulling my hands behind my back. He was tying my wrists with what looked like rawhide bootlaces. I could neither scream nor fight. All of a sudden Silas was ripping the buttons from my blouse and exposing my lush white breasts. His eyes got as big as saucers and the thing in his pants grew more immense. For a woman who had a good deal of sexual fantasies during the day I was terrified that the youth meant to kill me."
"I'm not going to hurt you...," Silas muttered. "Don't mean to do nothin' more than rape you. The fuzz is on my ass for robbing a dry cleaning store. Won't be long until they get me. I'm bound to pull time ... so why not add you to my list of accomplishments? Believe me, baby, when I'm laying in the cell like some big black caged animal I'm gonna be thinking of you and how I burst between them quivering white thighs. I'm gonna remember how it felt to rape an honest to goodness white woman. 'Cause, baby, you deserve every damn inch you're gonna get. . . ! "
"Come on, baby...," Silas warned. "Look down and see what I got for you. Nine inches of ROCK-HARD BLACK DICK! Ummm ... maybe I oughta make you suck it first!"
"I tried to resist as Silas tore the skirt from my waist. He ripped my skirt and my panties. He had me almost naked in the library. I looked at the clock and realized it might be another half hour before anyone came around Silas pulled out his grotesque black MEAT and waved it in front of my face."
"Wanna suck it white sister...? Want me to beat your face with it like you beat my ass a few weeks ago? I ain't never gonna forget that, woman. The humiliation of having the whole white class laughing at me ... making fun of me because I'm black. No siree, you ain't gonna forget it either because before this is over you're gonna be in for a little surprise."
"I twisted and squirmed. Silas tore the gag out of my mouth and pulled a switch-blade out of his pocket. He pressed the razor-sharp blade against my throat and twisted his wrist like he meant to use it!"
"Now be nice white bitch ... you old white hussy...," Silas giggled, "And suck my BIG BLACK DICK...! Move your mouth towards it and give it some tender love and care...! I wouldn't like to feel that you didn't like me because then I might want to jab this pig sticker down your damned throat. . . ! I might even get my rocks off watching you bleed to death!"
"As Silas removed the gag I knew he meant to force me to suck him. I could tell by the insane fury in his eyes. His big black dong seemed to be five shades darker than his face. I felt those big nigger hands touching me and I instinctively recoiled. I closed my eyes and prayed for help as he aimed that big black palpitating penis into my mouth."
"Suck, white eyes ... ummm ... suck my big black juicy ANIMAL!"
"I felt it moving deep into my mouth. I choked and almost vomited. I repressed the desire to gag. I allowed that big thick thing to move further down my throat. I was afraid for my life ... afraid the youth had flipped out on an over-dose or something and might really harm me. Sexual consent seemed like such a small price to pay in return for my life. I did not protest as he began pumping in and out, running his thick black fingers through my hair."
"OWWW...," I moaned, almost choking on the thick mass of black meat.
"Suck it hard, baby...! Run your tongue down the shaft, sister!"
"I did as Silas demanded...," Amy admitted. "I was afraid not to. I ran my tongue up and down the shaft and allowed him to almost choke me on that huge thing. Suddenly his flesh went rigid and he pulled his meat out of my mouth and held his spewing penis against my eye. His sickening come splattered right in my face, my eyes, and ran down my cheek. I never felt so humiliated and abused in my life. I was even more shocked when Silas grabbed my hair and wiped his wet penis off on it."
"You did very good, teach...," Silas laughed. "But we need more of an audience! I think I'll RAPE YOU right on that big table right in the middle of the room. Then everyone can see us as they come to the big glass doors. It's only a few minutes now until class lets out. Let's put on a show just as classes change. Wait a few minutes and we'll do it, sugar!"
"Silas forced me to masturbate him as we stood behind the book shelves. I had him hard. My stomach was churning in tight knots. He talked to me about how he had been abused all his life and how he was tired of taking shit off everyone. How he was going to give it all back so no one would forget him. Silas confessed he had been trying to get revenge at the dry cleaning man because the man had abused him when he worked there. Silas was confident that it was only a matter of a few hours before the police came searching for him. He seemed intent on making me his final victim before he got arrested. Just seconds before the class bell rang Silas began tugging me across the room. He held the knife at my throat. He led me to the big table in the center of the library. He shoved the books off the table and pushed me on it."
"Now you're gonna be raped by a big NIGGER-DICK...!" Silas laughed. "Nine inches of hard BLACK MEAT pounding in your slit...! And you never been married. You ain't gonna forget this quick, lady, believe me!"
"NOOOOOOOOOO...! "
"You can scream all you want on the table. Hold on a few more seconds!"
"Silas got on top of me on the table. He shoved himself between my thighs, grinning like some slobbering primate. He thrust his big throbbing BLACK MONSTER between my thighs and laughed as I cried out."
"Scream all you want, sister...," Silas shouted, removing the gag. "Scream your lungs out. 'Cause the more people who see and hear you the better I'm gonna remember it all!! ! "
"Silas rammed his GIANT in deep and hard. Several students came crashing through the glass door. They screamed. I was looking at the door. There must have been a hundred white students standing there gaping and not knowing what to do. Silas brandished his knife in the air and screamed."
"Screwy white bitch ... needs a good screw job...! Come on you white sissys ... you holier than thou's ... come and watch old miss Prune Face get her puss pumped by a black man...! Come on you stinking cats ... watch this black stud pay her back for every damn thing she done to me!"
"Within two minutes there was a mob pressing against the door...," Amy groaned. "Pretty soon four male teachers came running into the library. I tried to resist as Silas threw away the knife and drove himself in deep and hard. In a moment I had an orgasm and collapsed as four rough hands pulled the black youth from me. Silas tried to resist. He was pummeled by a wild flurry of fists until he was unconscious. All of a sudden the police arrived and pushed back the mob of curious students."
"Owww ... thank heavens...! " I moaned, reaching for a jacket the man gave me.
"Two cops dragged Silas out of the room. The remaining two cops questioned me. I was never so embarrassed in my entire life. Down at the station Silas testified I had whipped him naked in front of the entire class. He admitted the rape had been his way of getting revenge."
"Go on..."
"The whole incident got a big write-up in the papers. A few of the kids I had spanked told their parents. The principal got a few complaints. I was suspended temporarily from teaching until the whole mess blew over. I don't ever want to teach again. Not after that experience. I don't mind disciplining white students ... but BLACKS are another matter. I have wild nightmares and wake up having orgasms during the night. Sometimes I can go to sleep and see Silas hovering over my bed holding out that big BLACK ANIMAL for me to suck. It's more than I can take. I'm headed for a breakdown."
"Continue..."
"I understand many of the parents are mad about their children being whipped. They won't listen when you tell them it's an effective form of discipline. They just won't believe it works. I thought it did until this present mess backfired in my face. I'll never discipline another student again as long as I live, that's a promise...! "
PSYCHOLOGICAL COMMENT:
Underlying motives of sexuality are often difficult to discover in matters where children are physically punished and sometimes spanked. Many a teacher, male or female, who abuses corporal punishment may derive a vicarious thrill from such an activity. Many teachers have been known to spank and then fondle their students. Some use the threat of spanking and then perhaps soften and indulge in erotic fondling and certain forms of coital substitutes.
We may observe from the foregoing testimony that many teachers may experience an orgasm after spanking a youth naked in front of the class. We also note that one of the youths experienced an erection and an ejaculation after being spanked by a teacher. That there are some sexual undertones to almost every incident of spanking we can have no doubt.
In this case Amy seems to have avoided overt sexual contact with her students. That is she does not indulge in cunnilingus or fellatio, nor does she urge students into coital activity. However she did enjoy the act of spanking and achieved a vicarious sexual thrill from such an activity. It seems plausible to believe that she was afraid of being caught if she had encouraged overt activity. Being unable to resist all forms of physical contact with her students Amy found spanking the bare buttocks of her male students a good form of substitute sexuality-which is verified from the fact that such contact often resulted in an orgasm.
In THE ENCYCLOPEDIA OF ABNORMAL SEX (Brandon House, North Hollywood, 1965) author Roger Blake observes...,"The child molester in many cases, does not more than fondle or kiss his victim without ever attempting orificial penetration. However these surface contacts may take on subdued versions of every deviation in the book in the case of the pedophiliac. And no matter how slight the contact, the experience may result in serious psychic injury to the child."
Sexual contact was made by Amy without any specific erotic act being carried out. She used spanking as an excuse to gain physical intimacy with her students. Because of her physical abuse of one black student she became the target of a planned rape incident. After wide publicity her spanking habits came to the attention of many parents who complained of her brutal techniques.
Amy has constant nightmares about the rape. The youth who molested her is serving time for rape and robbery. Amy confesses privately that she had a violent orgasm when the youth first entered her. Because she had no sexual outlets save solitary masturbation she is extremely vulnerable. Although no one could prove she had been intimate with any of the students, except the black youth who took her by force, there is a lingering suspicion in the minds of many parents that Amy's spanking motives were sexual in nature.
Amy realizes she has become the victim of her own brutality. She has no desire to teach again. Amy admits she has nightmares which are sexual in nature. She is on medication and undergoing analysis in hopes of relieving these and other symptoms of her distraught condition.
CHAPTER SEVEN
True Life Drama
Love relationships, involving incidents of coital sex, have often developed between an older male student and a female teacher. In many cases there has been no deliberate intent on the part of either student or teacher. Because of the close contact throughout the year many students and teachers find each other physically attractive, especially if there is only a minor difference in their ages.
Some classes are more formal than others. Some teachers communicate better with their students and inspire such responses from their students as admiration, respect, love and even lust. Where some classes do not involve a great deal of physical contact and personal freedom others do. Young teachers, especially women, are better liked than older ones.
Many teachers who develop a sexual fondness for one of their students feel that they may actually teach such youths something of value. Because the older woman is more mature she may actually teach the youth forms of sex with which he is not familiar. Contrary to popular opinion, authorities are aware of the fact that women are as passionate as men, if not more so, once they are sexually aroused.
In THE ANAL DELIGHT author James Harvey observes...,"Almost all psychologists, psychiatrists and others involved in the sexual behavior of human beings agree that the female sex is really the more passionate of the two. For centuries we have been led to believe that no 'nice' girl is interested in sex and only submits to it to please her husband and to bring children into the world. It is surprising how this belief still lingers in the minds of many despite clinical proof to the opposite. While men have quicker and more sudden desires for sex, their passions tend to cool rapidly. On the other hand, women have deeper and more lasting sexual desires, and, when aroused, are far more passionate than the most passionate man." (7)
In addition to being attracted to young handsome boys many teachers are also erotically responsive to all kinds of stimulation. It is quite common for many women to desire anal stimulation and to teach this to a young man should the proper occasion arise. In many cases little harm is done to the student beyond teaching him the facts of life and having him learn first hand the intimate sexual responses of an older, more experienced, woman.
Jan Driscoll is a very attractive woman, in her mid-twenties, blonde, blue eyed, physically alluring and quite passionate. Jan teaches high school drama and is well-versed in acting, literature and all forms of the arts. Jan has been teaching for four years and enjoys teaching students how to release their inhibitions and develop the potential within them as actresses and actors. Jan is a respectable person who has never had any hint of sexual scandal in her life up until recently when she became involved with one of her students. Jan works in the summer in a 'little theatre' group and admits she has had a few sexual liaisons with other actors. But she quickly admits this has no bearing on her profession and is her own concern.
"You know-when I was a kid I always wanted to act...," Jan smiled, tossing her long locks of sensual blonde hair over her left shoulder. "I always wanted to learn to be someone other than myself. I had a bad home life. My mother died early. My father was a drunk. I guess my high school drama class was about the most important thing in my life. I had a wild crush on Mr. Powell. Now I believe the man was a homosexual because he was never seen with a woman. I don't want to give the impression that he was unattractive to women. He had very handsome classical features and a fluid tongue that spoke several languages. True, he may have been a little effeminate-but more than one high school girl admitted she had a wild crush on him. I wasn't too disappointed when my sexual fantasies didn't materialize. Even unsatisfied they kept me going until I could get away from home. I went to college on a scholarship and decided to become a teacher. I wanted to go to Hollywood and be an actress but I had sense enough to know it wouldn't work out for me. Teaching drama seemed to be the next best thing a gal could do."
"Goon..."
"I worked with little theatre groups while I went through college and gained a lot of experience. I even got my name in our local paper when I worked with the 'Varsity Players'. Being quite an eager and open person I must admit I had my share of affairs which led naturally enough to sexual culmination. Being a very outgoing person I found that there were many ways to show affection. I'm sure I've indulged in what many persons would term sexual perversions. I enjoy oral and anal sex. During the summer when I travel with our theatre group I find a greater chance to indulge in erotic encounters. Being a teacher I have to be careful to keep up a 'respectable image' in the town where I work. But if it weren't for creating quite a scandal I'm sure I'd be a bigger 'love freak' than some of the kids in school. I believe that if you experience an attraction, if it is sexual desire, you should satisfy it ... as long as no one is harmed in the process. I don't as a habit date married men. I've never stayed in 'love' long enough to want to get married. I guess you might say I'm 'casual and light-hearted' in my affairs. But they are very significant to me nonetheless."
"You made mention of an erotic relationship with one of your students."
"Yes...," Jan halted. T guess I should have never let it happen ... but I'm not a person who believes in restraint. James Driscoll was one of the handsome seniors in my class. He was a very talented, very attractive boy who really took an interest in drama. He was tall, broad-shouldered, had black curly hair and the most mysterious sea-blue eyes I've ever seen on a boy. James was a straight A student and the pride of his family who happened to be quite wealthy. I got to know James quite well working with him. I guess I developed an attraction for him. I mean, when you consider I'm only twenty-five and the kid is in his late teens it's not so un likely that we might develop a strong interest in one another."
"Agreed..."
"I gave James special attention because he developed faster than the other students and because to act in some of the productions he was in need of a lot of coaxing and encouragement. The kid was a natural on stage. Lots of boys selected drama because they thought it would be a fun course even though they had no aptitude for it."
"I see. Do you show special attention to your favorites?"
"Let's say I go out of my way to help those students, male and female, who show strong acting ability and an interest in theatre arts. The ones who are marking time do just that. There's not much sense in my working myself to death trying to turn some football athlete into Othello. Yes, I do devote special attention to my favorites, but they are selected for very good reasons."
"James was one of your favorites?"
"I've already told you that!"
"How did you get involved?"
"Well, obviously, we didn't fall into each other's arms...," Jan began. 'It wasn't just that I needed sex or that he was available ... although I'm sure many people might feel that way. What developed between us was a very deep and meaningful attraction. James told me he wanted to be a professional actor. His dad was furious because he's going to be footing the kid's college expenses and he wants James to be an attorney. Obviously the boy's parents don't think too much of acting at all. They didn't even come to see him play lead in the high school play. James was brilliant on stage. I was glad he took an interest in theatre. I didn't recommend he turn professional-because I knew he'd have a much better chance of success as an attorney. It really put me in a rough spot."
"How do you mean?"
"Well, it began when we were rehearsing after class. James was in a scene where his girlfriend comes through the door and jumps eagerly into his arms. It seems that any girl could jump gracefully ... but Kathy Ayers always managed to look like a crippled pelican trying to get off ground! Kathy is a beautiful girl who speaks very well. Graceful, though, she isn't. It's a shame she never took dance or anything that would give her body control. The whole class was in stiches when she ran across the room, entering the stage through a side-door. I suggested she wear shoes with a smaller heel but even that didn't work. Finally I was showing her how to run more gracefully and I went leaping into James's arms. All of a sudden my ankle gave out and I crumpled to the floor."
"Ohoooooo...," I cried, as James reached down to grab me.
"Are you all right...?" he questioned, tugging me to my feet.
"Guess I'm not very graceful either...!" I laughed, noticing the wry smile on Kathleen's face. "I had been rough on the girl. Perhaps it was because I was envious of the way James kissed her at the end of the second act. I laughed and made the best of it and told Kathleen she could jump as she pleased...! It was the final class of the day and I was very tired. I sat down, holding my ankle, and watched the students rehearse. I had to admit that they did very well. I was even more surprised afterwards when James came to my desk and told me he'd gladly take me home."
"Do you have much work to do after class?, " James inquired, smiling as he leaned against the desk. "I know you drive and I just can't see you going home alone. I'd be glad to carry your books and even get a buddy to drive your car."
"I think I can make it okay...," I winced. "Ohooo-it sure does hurt though!"
"You don't exactly look like it feels good...," James blushed. "Can you leave now?"
"No reason why not. . . ! , " I laughed. "I've never felt so foolish in my life!"
"Even the best race horses in the world take a tumble now and then."
"Well at least the class got a laugh!"
"It wasn't so funny!"
"I noticed the way James held my arm as he led me to my car. He said he'd drive me home in my little sports car and walk back to his auto. I didn't object because I had no idea I could make it up the steps to my apartment alone. I never gave a thought to anyone or anything else happening as James put me in the car and smiled. To me he was just a big normal kid with a lot of talent and a lot of personality. I was fond of him but I had no thoughts of a sexual relationship developing."
"Go on..."
"I'm afraid I had to lean rather heavily on the youth as he led me up the stairs. In fact I put my arm around his shoulder and limped all the way up the seven steps. James said he would pick me up and carry me but I didn't want all the neighbors gossiping. An old man walking his dog noticed me and said hello. He asked me what had happened. He smiled when I told him I had sprained my ankle. He virtually ignored James. James blushed as he shoved the key into the lock."
"Goon. . . "
"Inside I leaned against the wall and James went back to get my books. When he came back I noticed a big erection in the front of his pants. James led me to the couch and say next to me."
"You got any Epsom salts?"
"In the kitchen pantry...," I moaned. "Gosh ... umm ... boy ... it sure does hurt. . . ! "
"I'll put on some boiling water and we'll bathe that ankle. Maybe you should see a doctor!"
"Don't be silly...," I laughed, amused by the youth's concern. "I can fix the footbath myself. You probably have things to do. Why don't you run on?"
"I'm not leaving here until you've done something to that ankle...," James insisted. "You might have to miss class for a few days ... if it gets any worse."
"Nonsense-I'll get a cane and sit back and watch Kathleen leap like an overloaded plane and wish to hell I'd kept my mouth shut."
"Even stumbling you were more graceful than that awkward snob!"
"I thought you liked Kathy?"
"Kathy's okay...," James laughed. "But she's such a snob. Lots of kids are well off and act friendly. She's stuck-up!"
"It's a woman's privilege to be conceited, I guess. She is cute!"
"I don't think so...," James muttered. "Why you've got a better figure. And you certainly have a better personality. I'd rather have played the role with any other girl in the class. Do you know she bitches about me not kissing her right at the end of the second act!"
"Ha...!" I chuckled, thoroughly amused. "It's not a very heavy love-scene. What does she want, Clark Gable?"
"Yesterday she told me I should stick my tongue in her mouth to make it look more authentic. Whenever I think of kissing her that way I get sick!"
"That's a hell of a thing to think about when you're kissing a pretty girl. I'm no authority on kissing scenes so I'll leave that to both of you to fight out! Maybe she'd like to be kissed longer...! "
"Ugh...," James choked. "I'm particular about whom I kiss!"
"I guess so...," I laughed, watching as the youth went into the kitchen to put on a pot of water. I felt old and foolish right at that moment. My ankle was hurting bad enough to bring tears to my eyes. I got some money out of my purse and hoped I could impose on James to go to the drug-store and get a cane."
"Your footbath is ready, madame...," James laughed, bringing in a big round plastic tub filled with hot water. "I used half a box of salts. The water is hot enough to curl your toenails!"
"How about running to the drugstore to buy some more salts and a nice cane? Find me a nice dainty one ... not some old man's walking stick! I can't stand the thought of having to limp about all day ... all because I had to act like a kid...! "
"You're a sweet kid...," James frowned, pinching my hips as he took the money and hurried out the door. I watched him from the window driving away in the car. I moaned a little and thrust my foot into the water and allowed the salts to remove the sting."
"Goon..."
"The boy was back in ten minutes...," Jan related, with a smile. "He had a nice ivory colored ladies' cane and about fifteen pounds of salts. He put some more salts and some more hot water into the tub and then he kneeled down and began bathing my foot."
"I don't need a servant, James...," I laughed, rumpling the youth's hair playfully. "Why don't you go home and leave me to ache alone!"
"Are you trying to get rid of me...?" James chuckled. "You've said that twice since I've been here. Have I got b.o. or something? You've been very nice to me all year. I think it's the least I can do to help you."
"I almost giggled when James put his hands on my feet. I've got very sensitive feet. I'm easily aroused when a handsome guy touches me anywhere. The youth was rubbing his hands over my ankles and sloshing water all over it showing the utmost concern. I was touched by his youthful kindness. I reached over and kissed the top of his head. I was overwhelmed by the sweet smell of his hair."
"Don't do that unless you mean it, Miss Driscoll...," James whispered, gazing soulfully into my eyes. "I'm not as much of a child as you think I am...! "
"What on earth do you mean, James?, " I questioned, surprised by the hurt puppy-dog look in his eyes.
"I mean I don't take your kisses lightly James said, suddenly standing up to reveal another erection. T mean ... I'd much rather have you leap into my arms than any old snobby Kathy anyday...! "
"I was more than shocked when James moved next to me on the couch and eased his arm around my shoulder.
I saw that the youth wasn't kidding and the next thing I knew I felt his soft moist lips against my own. The first touch of our lips was wonderful. James moved his mouth slowly and sensually against mine. Then when he heard me moan and breathe deeply he drove his eager tongue into my mouth. I felt firm fingers against my breasts. Suddenly I forgot completely about the pain in my ankle."
"Ohoo...," I moaned, moving my arm about the youth's neck. "I guess I realized that what we were doing was wrong ... and yet the kiss on my lips was the sweetest I had ever tasted. I looked into those big liquid eyes and my heart raced wildly. James pulled me into his arms. I felt the bold pressure of his penis against my thigh."
"I'm not the kid you think I am...," James whispered. "I'm old enough to let you know how I feel about you...! And man enough not to be ashamed to tell you...! "
"You should never be ashamed of love...," I whispered, savoring the sweetness of soft lips and warm fingers against my breasts. "Love is the essence of poetry and art and life itself!"
"You make me feel full of life, Jan...," James whispered. "Oh ... you don't know how good you make me feel. I've felt this way for months. I haven't wanted anyone but you...! You've been so nice to me. I may not kiss good enough to suit the Kathys in this world but when I kiss you it feels wonderful...! "
"Ohooo ... James...," I gasped, "you don't know what you're doing to me. If you don't stop this now I'm not going to be responsible for what happens to you."
"Goon..."
"All at once my hand moved to his penis. I grasped it firmly inside his trousers. I began caressing it."
"Ohooo-darling...! "
"I don't think you need much more excuse if you want to carry me to the bedroom...," I hinted, lightly. "In fact I don't think I can make it there myself."
"I think you've just made me the happiest guy in the world!"
"Well-get my foot oww ... out of this pan and let's get down to doing what both of us feel like doing."
"Jeez-you're wonderful. . . ! "
"I clung to that youth's strong shoulders and he lifted me from the couch Jan sighed. T ran my hands through his curly black hair and kissed his cheek. He put me in the mood for love. It was not in my nature to repress a thoroughly natural desire. James was close enough to my age and nice enough to be physically attractive. I had to admit that the bulge beneath his zipper was more than just slightly appealing. My mouth watered just thinking about all the wonderful things he could do to me."
"Turn left at the top of the stairs...," I whispered. "And if you feel like chickeningvout I won't hold it against you...! "
"I'd never forgive myself..., " James whispered. "Pretty soon I'll be off in college. I'll never see you again. I'd like one nice memory of our year together! One nice memory to treasure when I'm trying to pass those stiff college exams!"
"Ohooo ... James...," I swooned, "you're such a good actor...! Are you certain this is the real you...! "
"Don't be funny...," James laughed, responding eagerly to the growing passion in his pants.
"I was surprised that James was so bold and aggressive...," Jan laughed. "I lay back on the satin pillow and allowed that adventurous youth to unbutton my blouse and remove my bra. His fingers worked the buttons on my skirt. In a matter of a few short minutes I was virtually naked on my own bed."
"I'm liable to wear you out. . . ! "
"You're welcome to...," James laughed.
"I moved my fingers to the zipper. I felt the straining urgency beneath. I tugged it down and moved curious fingers inside. Most of my experience had been with older actors. It felt good to be laying back under the watchful gaze of the passioned youth. When I grasped the ANGRY PENIS I realized it was an awesome weapon that assured satisfaction."
"Why don't you remove your pants and shorts?, " I whispered. "I'd like to get good and close to you...! "
"James flushed as he stood to remove his pants. His shoes banged heavily against the floor. He was tall and lean as he stood naked in front of me. I stared at the bold erection and urged James to lay next to me."
"Let's take it slow and easy I suggested.
"Nothing to rush us. I like to enjoy love as much as I can. You lay back and let me look you over! Maybe I can get you a bit more excited!"
"Ohoooooo...! Ummm...!" James muttered.
"I moved my fingers to those golden globes. I stroked them and caressed them. I moved down in bed beside the youth and moved my mouth between his thighs. I lolled my tongue over the ripe mass and sucked them, one by one, into my mouth. I moved my fingers over his penis and then moved it into my mouth. I sucked it deep and hard, feeling the youth pump eagerly into my mouth."
"You're no square James groaned. "Ohoo ... suck me ... teach me ... ummm ... you've got the sweetest lips...! "
"I admit that just sucking the boy made me HOT ... HOT ... HOT...! ! ! , " Jan admitted. "I felt the warm wetness between my thighs. I knew it would be good between us. I had learned years ago that love isn't something you rush into ... but a treasure you caress and hold and approach gently to yield the best possible delight. . . ! "
"You want to wear me out, huh...?" James laughed, running warm fingers through his curly black hair.
"I think you're man enough to get it up again...," I cooed. "Don't deny me the taste of love...! It's so much nicer when you do it this way. I don't want you to be a cheap experience ... but a good memory ... and a good lover...! "
"Go ahead-teach me how to be a good lover...," James giggled.
"I savored the taste of his RIPE PENIS in my mouth...," Jan grinned. "I lolled my tongue up and down the underside, tracing the path of the blue veins in their journey down the shaft. I sucked it deep and twirled my tongue over the tip. I sucked against the meatus urinarius and drew the entire organ deep into my mouth. James began pumping in and out, thrashing upward, grinding his hips with a violent urgency that told me his moment of triumph was close. I moved my lips further down the base of his lust. I sucked harder. I felt the youth's flesh go stiff and then I felt the WARM URGENT LIQUID pouring into my mouth. James cried out with relief and pumped deep and hard. I swallowed every ounce of his potency and then moved my mouth up the slow rise of his belly. I caressed his nipples with my tongue and then moved my tongue into his mouth. James fell on top of me and smothered me with kisses. His flesh was eager and virile against mine, and the weapon between his legs became violent with passion."
"Are you ready for me now...?" he whispered. "I've been wanting you so long I can't wait much longer...! "
"Just kiss me while you love me...! There's absolutely nothing sweeter than a man's lips and tongue!"
"I've got something else that's pretty sweet!"
"Show me ...!"
"I lay motionless as James moved his fingers between my thighs...," Jan sighed. "He discovered my arousal ... listened to the sound of his fingers smacking in and out of my vagina ... and then he moved on topof me. He drove his tongue into my mouth as he inserted his ANGRY PENIS between my thighs. I rose up to meet him ... allowing him to drive his sex deep into my throbbing chasm."
"Wow ... baby...! "
"Ummm ... love me ... love me hard, James."
"Forever, if you want. . . ! "
"I lay helpless as that youth moved the head of his PENIS into my WET WARM SLIT...," Jan moaned. I clung to his shoulders, ran my fingers down his sides tickling ... and pushed down on his buttocks ... driving him deeper into me. James was cautious and artful in his technique...! He didn't just ram in and out like I thought he would. He put his hands under my buttocks and pulled me up against him and then ground against me driving his lust in deep and hard. I was surprised that the youth was so sensual and willing to please me. t responded by rising to meet him thrust for thrust. I sucked his tongue deep into my mouth and clung to his shoulders, urging him deeper. Finally the youth went wild and assaulted me with his naked desire, soliciting a responsive wave of frenzy from my fevered flesh."
"OHOOOO ... love me ... love me ... screw me...," I cried. "Ohoo-jeez-baby ... my gawd ... it's sooooo ... goooooooood...! ! ! ! ! "
"Ohooo ... I'm co ... mi ... ng ... my gawd ... I'm co ... mi. , . ng!"
"I experienced my own orgasm just as James shot his load. I milked his penis with my firm vaginal muscles. I clung to him and squeezed him as his seed poured into me. I was thankful that I was on the pill and that he couldn't get me pregnant. It would have been a horrible scandal to have a teacher impregnated by one of her students."
"Jeez-you're wonderful...," James smiled, pulling out and laying relaxed on the pillow. "You're so warm and lovely!"
"I fondled his limp member...! I nibbled his chest...," Jan sighed. "I felt very good and very satisfied. I savored his kisses and moved my mouth over every inch of his flesh. James turned over on his stomach and I moved my mouth down over his buttocks. I tickled my tongue near the crack and the youth squirmed as if aroused. I moved a curious finger to his rectum and probed inside."
"What are you doing...?" James giggled.
"I like to stick things in holes too...," I jested. "Don't knock it until you've tried it!"
"Crazy dame...! "
"I moved my finger in and out. I noticed right away that the boy's penis started to get hard again! I took my other hand and fondled his bold testicles. I wasn't too surprised when James was on top of me again showing me that his lust was not quick to die and that he wanted to bring me even more pleasure. I shoved down on his buttocks and when his climax was near I shoved my finger into his rectum. I felt the response of an immediate orgasm. I cried out as I achieved my own peak of pleasure."
"Did you indulge in anal intercourse?"
"You might say that I encouraged him to make love to me that way Jan admitted. "I've told you that I am responsive all over. A man I like can touch me anywhere and get me hot. . . ! It's just that simple...! One time when James wanted me I rolled over and offered him my hinder hole. I told him right out where I wanted him. I showed him the vaseline on the table. He objected at first that it might hurt me. But when he saw I wanted it desperately he agreed."
"Did you both have orgasms?"
"Of course...," Jan admitted. "I always have one because I'm anally responsive. James had one because my tight hole clutched his PENIS and wouldn't allow him to go soft. I felt his liquid love flowing deep into my bowels. I was very satisfied. Before our romance ended I had shown James every technique of love that I know. He was a very good artful lover. Not the jack rabbit that most boys are. I was very pleased with the relationship with James until his father got into the picture."
"How did that happen?"
"Well ... I used to meet James out of town about ten miles and we'd go for a drive together. We always went after dark so no one would recognize us. Being a teacher I have to be careful. I think the boy's father knew he was involved with someone. He was furious when James insisted he was going to be a drama major and he wanted to get at the bottom of the affair. I got a call late one night. I recognized the voice of a firm older man. He told me he had some interesting information to sell me about what went on between a certain young boy and an older woman at the 'Red Bird Motel'. I knew right away he had evidence. I met the hard-hearted old man and he told me to leave his son alone or else maybe lose my job. He meant to get me out of his son's life. You don't know how much heart-ache that old man caused me. He gave me ten days to get James out of my life without telling him the truth. The old man was afraid that if the boy knew the truth he'd end up hating his father. As it turned out I had to make James hate me instead."
"Goon..."
"Well it was a pretty simple thing to do really...," Jan admitted. "All I had to do was go to the motel and have another man with me. James always arrived a half hour later. When James opened the door and found me naked in bed screaming for my orgasm beneath another man he cried out and left the room almost in tears. The next day in class he didn't speak to me. It was only a week until the school term was over. I've never seen such hatred in one boy's eyes in my life. James went through the motions of doing the high-school play and it came off well even though he didn't do his best acting. I felt terribly guilty because I didn't even enjoy the man I had taken to the motel. That guy sure laughed when he saw the shocked look on the kid's face. I had done a marvelous job of acting myself ... letting the boy think he wasn't man enough for me. I just hope I didn't hurt him too badly. What we felt for each other was warm, tender and wonderful. I cried all night long after I did it. I realized that James's father meant to ruin me unless I severed the relationship between myself and his son. IE-wish I could have told James why I did what I did. But then it wouldn't have put an end to matters once and for all."
"Did it put an end to the affair...? "
"With James-yes...!" Jan admitted. "But then I got some obscene phone calls from the old man himself. Seems he didn't get along so well with his wife and wondered if I wasn't more his age. Even promised to be good to me in a financial way. Well, one thing I'm not is a whore...! I don't make out with anyone I don't feel something for...! That vulgar old man did nothing for me. I was thankful James was going to be leaving home and would be away from his father where the good and noble things in him could come out. Well, that old geezer is threatening to expose me as a child-seducer if I don't give in to him. I've been out with him twice. I just can't go through with it. I don't care what happens ... my career may be washed down the drain ... but I can't let that crude beast touch me one more time. I've got to talk to someone...! The guilt is driving me crazy...! "
PSYCHOLOGICAL COMMENT:
Sexual attraction between older adolescent male students and attractive female teachers are not that uncommon. It is quite natural for boys growing up and just beginning to experience all of the physical sensations of adolescence to become attached to their teachers. Not all teachers, however, respond, and most, it seems, choose to ignore the obvious sexual admiration of their developing admirers.
In this case Jan experienced a simultaneous desire for the student in question and allowed a very risky relationship to develop. She allowed James to seduce her and even encouraged his passion by teaching him alternate by-ways of love. She expressed delight when their relationship became anal erotic in nature and was satisfied when she had achieved complete mastery over the youth using him to satisfy her every sexual whim. Jan observes that she has always been especially responsive to anal intercourse and later reveals that when James caught her in the motel with an older man she was indulging in an act of profane anal love.
Jan notes that she anally masturbated James and brought about a rigid erection through sporadic contact with his anal region.
In SEXUAL BEHAVIOR IN THE HUMAN FEMALE (Saunders, Philadelphia, 1953) Alfred C. Kin-sey observes...,"Conversely, contractions of the anal sphincter, whether they be involuntary or initiated by erotic stimulation, may bring contractions of the muscles that extend into the genitalia and produce erection in the male or movement of the genital parts in the female."
It has been observed that most uninhibited persons who are sexually active enjoy anal stimulation in one manner or another. Jan admits she-likes to be caressed, kissed, and coited in the anus.
In SODOMITE PRACTICES author Roger Blake observes...,"Analinctus, the tonguing of the love partner's anus and the lingual penetration thereof, is indulged in either actively or passively at one time or another by a great number of people with frequent sexual contacts."
Being anally oriented is no sign of mental abnormality, nor is the fact that Jan had a relationship with an eighteen year old boy any indication of perversion. Since Jan is young and sensual and also attractive it was easy for her to make a mistake.
Jan has suffered traumatically since being confronted by the youth's father. She has sought help because the man seeks to sexually tyrannize her and use her for his own selfish pleasures. Jan has admitted that the whole affair led her to contemplate suicide. Jan is leaving town for the summer and hopes to find a teaching job somewhere else. Jan has had no contact with the youth to whom she became so attached and laments that she may have brought a deep sorrow into the boy's life.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Love For Sale
Teachers need to be broad-minded individuals who can cope with and handle every situation which comes to their attention. Teachers become important personalities in the lives of their students and are often very influential in developing a child's talents, in directing hostilities into more normal channels, and often have to deal with very real sexual problems which seem to abound at this particular age.
Teaching is not a nine to five job nor is the job itself routine. Emotional problems are often encountered at this vulnerable age and thus teachers are sometimes required to substitute as parents, ministers, psychologists and oftimes find themselves deeply involved in a student's emotional problems.
Teenagers are expressing their hostilities more openly in this generation than in the past. Sexual permissiveness becomes a weapon in the hands of inexperienced boys and girls who have little notion of the consequences of their actions. Hostility and general disillusionment are often the motives for very erratic and aberrant sexual behavior.
In FREAKED OUT (Bee-Line Books, New York, 1971) author Dalton Edwards observes...,"The general disillusionment of today's youth with what they call 'the establishment' and which includes their parents as well as anyone who symbolizes the authoritarian image, plays just as big a part in the teenage sexual revolution as it does in campus discontent, the hippie culture, the riots ... and the looting."
Boys who feel hostile and disillusioned, who harbor hatreds and who feel alien in the world often act in a sexually rebellious manner. Some may become active homosexual prostitutes who find a ready market for their flesh among older men who seek out youthful contacts.
In FREAKED OUT Dalton Edwards observes
"Emotional dependence, starvation for affection and attention, the broken home or unhappy domestic attitude-these all can play a part in the creating of sexual precocity in both the boy and the girl. And depending on the elements of those factors, a predisposition to the form of this aggressive behavior may be formed."
Linda Conway is a young and attractive schoolteacher who has dealt with many problems in her eight years of teaching. Linda admits she has experienced a good deal of successful rapport with her students until she met Mike Everett, a tall lithe dark-haired sex rebel who was constantly in trouble with classmates and peers. Linda is blonde-haired, brown eyed, very attractive and tries hard to motivate her students into the right patterns of behavior. Yet somehow even the best intentions go astray. In this case Linda reveals that she has formed a sexual liaison with one of her students in the hopes of saving him from the fate of being a homosexual prostitute.
"Well..., " Linda began, pushing back her long locks of golden brown hair. T thought I was prepared to handle every problem that might come along in the line of duty. I knew teaching was not an easy job. That it meant a lot more than giving lectures and correcting papers. I was prepared to put a great deal of work into my job. I never realized that I might become personally involved in my students' problems. I never thought I might be required to give as much of myself as I did."
"Explain..."
"Well ... I had prepared myself for handling every type of student except boys like Mike Everett. I've overheard a lot of filthy talk between young girls and boys and I've overheard stories about wild nights of stolen sex in the back seat of an auto. I know kids are wild and that they are doing things today that shock their parents. I've confiscated rubbers from boys and have dealt with some pretty personal problems. But a kid like Mike sticks out in your class." . .Why...? "
"Mike is a homosexual..., " Linda clarified. "Mike doesn't look one bit swish. He's a new kind of fag as far as I'm concerned. I'm accustomed to seeing the lavender and lace kind, with limp wrists. Mike is anything but that kind. He wears motorcycle boots, and tight black jeans that cut deep into his crotch. He wears a special kind of polo shirt and a big black leather belt. He's had several tattoos on his arm but none of them feature nude women. Mike's always jumping down some guy's throat and acting tough ... which is why I was so shocked when one of the older teachers informed me that Mike was 'gay trade.' I was so shocked I had to ask what it meant and my friend, a married woman, told me that the boy had been picked up several times downtown in the park for selling himself to older homosexuals. I was so shocked because Mike didn't look like my idea of a sissy. Mike gave no indication of his sexual predisposition except that he completely ignored and loathed women."
"Was Mike a problem student?"
"From the first day...," Linda recollected. "I had to take a knife off him the first day and call him down for using profanity. He was always telling someone off and saying 'suck my dick,' but I never thought he meant it literally. And I never thought for one moment that the boy was a homosexual prostitute either! I mean Mike was only fourteen then, at a very vulnerable age, and in my mind, much too young to be doing such things. But from what I heard from other teachers who had Mike in their class he was a tough kid who made a killing selling his sex to those deviates in the market for such an item."
"Did you like Mike?"
"Not really," Linda began. "Not at first anyway. He came from a very tough neighborhood. He had an older brother serving a ten year sentence in prison for armed robbery. His younger sister was a little rip ... who had to be expelled from school because no one could handle her. Mike's mother worked in a laundry and a booze joint at night. Mike apparently had a step-father but I never learned much about the relationship until I got to know Mike better. After hearing so much about the relationship between the family members I realized Mike was a kid with a very big problem. When he first began to give me trouble I sent him down to the principal who tried to establish some form of law and order. But with boys like Mike it's next to impossible. When I didn't see Mike for two days I knew he had been suspended. Mike's mother came around and talked to the principal and it wasn't long until Mike was back in my class, cussing and swearing and causing trouble. I realized that if the boy were thrown out of school he might end up in some reformatory somewhere. I realized that somewhere along the line everyone had failed him. My better instinct told me I might be able to help. The next problem I was to encounter was that Mike was sleeping a great deal in class and not paying attention to anything that was said."
"Excuse me ... Mike...," I said, shaking the youth's strong shoulders, "but would you mind paying attention? I should hope you'd be getting your sleep at night. . . ! Any more napping in class and I'll have to do something about your lack of attention!"
"The only way to keep him awake, teach...," an unidentified voice shouted, "is to suck his MEAT...! Poor guy's been out selling it all night long...! "
"Shut up...!" Mike swore, twisting angrily in the chair. "I'll mash your damn teeth down your throat! You got no business telling lies like that. . . ! "
"Sissy ... big assed fag...!" another boy giggled.
"I had a time trying to establish order in the class. Mike had black wavy hair and dark flashing eyes. He had a way of staring at you that made his eyes flash with hatred, but in his lighter moments he had soft liquid eyes. Unfortunately Mike happened to be liked by several girls in his class. I overheard one girl asking Mike if he wanted to go to a dance."
"I ain't your damned sex-tool...," Mike cussed. "I ain't taking no girl to a dance to be made fun of. . . ! "
"I recall the girl leaving the room in tears and Mike laughing about it. He was that kind of kid ... cold and cruel ... heartless! Somewhere along the line his better instinct had been twisted into raw strands of burning hatred. I had a great deal of difficulty getting through to him and the only thing that seemed to frighten him much was to mention his step-father. I heard from another teacher that Mike's younger sister had told her that Mike's step-father used to strip the youth naked to the waist, tie him to the back of the door and flog him with a razor strap until he was unconscious. I thought that was perhaps the reason for the youth's terrible attitude. I realized too that Mike was very close to being a juvenile delinquent."
"How did you handle the youth?"
"I asked him to remain after class one day...," Linda began. "He had been falling asleep in class. It was very obvious that the boy was exhausted. I wanted to talk to him personally without having to resort to the threat of punishment. Mike sat in the chair with his legs crossed and his big bulging erection displayed beneath the material of his black trousers."
"You gonna bug me forever about falling asleep in class...?" Mike grinned, showing even white teeth. "I can't help it if the place is so boring all I want to do is take a snooze."
"Do you sleep at night?"
"Sure I do...," Mike argued.
"How many hours?"
"What business is it of yours?"
"Your attitude and actions are affecting the efficiency of my whole class...," I began. "Everyone's attitude is important. Complete attention is needed to keep things moving swiftly so everyone can learn."
"Shit with learning. I know enough to get by!"
"Mike-I don't understand your attitude at all. You're hostile to everyone, even me, and I have never intentionally tried to hurt you. I've heard rumors which I don't pay much attention to but it is a fact your grades are very low and you just don't seem to care. If you can't stay awake in class how on earth can you learn?"
"Well-if you want to get right down to the nitty-gritty, bitch...," Mike hissed, "how on earth can a guy sleep with his old lady making such noises screwing all night long that even the rats are afraid to come out of their holes? No-I don't sleep much ... I can't. My old lady and old man are either fighting or knocking off a piece. They go at it all night long. I'm only in the next room and the walls are paper thin. I hate my old man. My old lady isn't much better. The only place quiet enough to rest is here!"
"I see..."
"Aren't you shocked...?" Mike questioned, gazing intensely as he rubbed his groin suggestively. "Aren't you going to scold me for my bad language? Aren't you going to tell me I'm not a nice boy and send me down to old Mr. Bronson?"
"I don't think it's necessary, Mike," I said, softly. "You've just explained to me why you sleep in class. I realize you may have home problems and that you are very disturbed."
"I ain't disturbed," Mike defended, coldly. "I'm just tired and I don't feel like staying awake in class. I wish to hell they'd expel me and then I could stay home and sleep all day while my old lady works. Only trouble is then the old man is snorting around the house and trying to belt the hide off me."
"You don't have it easy do you?"
"I'll get by...," Mike bragged. "I've made it this long ... and someday I may kill the old s.o.b. I wish I were old enough to get out on my own. I hate living at home."
"How would you make out?"
"Ha ... there are ways...," Mike boasted, staring down at his crotch. 'I'd make out okay if they wouldn't have the law after me. You'd be surprised at how well a smart kid can do on the streets. If a guy knows the ropes he can make it!"
"You seem very confident. Do you date girls, Mike?"
"Hell-no...!" the youth spat. "Girls are a lot of damn trouble. Smart guys don't need them!"
"I see..."
"Listen-I don't know why you're blasting me with questions...," Mike continued. "You sure can't solve any of my problems. I'm old enough to handle myself and I don't need you hunting me no girlfriend. I sometimes go out on the fire escape and sleep nights. But it's been so damned cold lately. You can fail me if you want...! Just let me sleep through class and I won't cause you no trouble!"
"I can't do that, Mike...," I nodded. "It would be a terrible example for the other students. I'm afraid you're going to have to try a little harder to get your proper rest!"
"Can I go?"
"Yes..."
"I had more and more problems with Mike as the year wore on. I did discover that the youth was terrified if anyone mentioned his step-father. Apparently the boy had been pretty badly beaten."
"Go on..."
"I heard more rumors about Mike hustling on the streets," Linda flushed. "So one night I got in my car and drove down to the park which is notorious for the amount of homosexual trade which hangs out there. I parked near the water fountain across from the bus depot. I pretended to be waiting for someone. Despite the dim lights in the area I could see men of every description loitering around the area. Some were sitting on park benches and smoking, others were walking around. I watched them make contact and go into the park where the shrubs were thick and their activities invisible. Some drove off in cars together and returned later. There were two men in cars on both sides of me and they seemed distressed to see a woman in their midst. After staying there ten minutes I saw a tall youth in black jeans walk out of the bushes with both hands shoved deep into his pockets. He had a cigarette dangling out of one side of his mouth. He walked with the confident air of decision. I recognized Mike immediately, watched him being approached by another man, and saw him shrug his shoulders, and walk away. Little did the youth know he was walking right towards me."
"Hey ... Mike . '. . , " I shouted, waving from the car. "The youth turned with a startled look on his face. When he recognized me he shrugged and walked over."
"You taking a trip or something...?" Mike questioned, cautiously.
"Just looking at the scenery...," I blushed. "Why don't you sit down and keep me company?"
"Goon..."
"Mike and I smoked a cigarette. The youth seemed more than a bit surprised and a bit aggravated that I was taking up his time. He seemed anxious to go. I realized I was probably interfering with his business."
"You make much money down here?, "I inquired.
"Huh...?"Mike stammered.
"I know you hustle ... so does half the school...! They call you 'gay trade' don't they?"
"I don't know what the hell you're talking about...!" Mike argued. "Aren't you getting a bit out of line? I mean, who are you to criticize my life?"
"How much do you make a night down there, Mike?"
"Oh shit-to HELL with lying...," Mike stammered, running his hand up the inside of his thigh. "Yeah-I SELL ASS...! Maybe I make $10-25 a night during the week and up to $50 on the weekends. What business is it of yours?"
"Maybe I want to hire your services," I chuckled, amused with the thought. "Maybe I'm a sex-starved horny old maid who might like a night of love if the price is right. . . ! "
"Who are you trying to put on...?" Mike laughed. "You trying to make fun of me or something?"
"I had said it as a joke," Linda blushed. "But deep down inside I was fascinated with the thoughts of hiring a male lover. Mike was a handsome boy, apparently quite experienced, and the fact that he did not find women sexually attractive proved a challenge to me. I guess deep down inside I wanted to reform the boy and prove to him that he could be a real MAN. I sensed that perhaps he had no experience with women or if he had it had been a bad experience. I wondered if a bit of kindness and care, even of a sexual nature, might change the youth's life-style. I had to admit that my own sex outlets had been few during the past months. A guy I had been dating and who had been seriously interested in marriage had wanted me to settle down but I had refused. So he had married someone else. I found the proposition of paying for love quite amusing."
"You do sell your services to women, don't you?"
"Listen-I gotta be going...," Mike muttered, unnerved by the suggestion.
"I moved my hand towards Mike's thigh. I noticed that he tried to move across the seat away from me."
"Are you afraid of women, Mike?"
"Don't be silly...!" the youth stammered. "I gotta be going. I'm losing business. You got no business nosing into my life...! Just because you're my teacher don't mean you own me...! "
"Don't be so defensive...," I whispered, moving my hand down his thigh. "I'm offering to pay you your fee for a little pleasure. No one has to know about our business transaction. It may do me a world of good. I bet it would be a change for you taking a woman to bed instead of a man!"
"I'm not a fag if that's what you mean...!" Mike argued.
"Then prove it...! "
"Awwww ... come on. . . ! "
"Listen...," Linda laughed, 'I'll blow you right here and you wouldn't dare scream. From the way you're shaking I bet you've never been to bed with a woman!! "
"I have too . . ;! "
"Then why do you get so up-tight when I mention it. I don't think you like girls at all, Mike."
"You're full of shit!"
"Then you shouldn't mind me feeling around on you Linda blushed. T moved next to Mike. I began to squeeze his penis which was only half-hard. I noted that the youth was quite stunned and for that matter so was I. I had never once thought of paying for sex. True, I didn't date much because I found it difficult to meet interesting men. I was in fact a bit FRUSTRATED. When I considered how unconventional my actions were I almost decided against it but then when I felt the growing response beneath my fingers I was all the more tempted to solicit the youth's sexual favors. I had this inkling deep down inside that a good loving woman could do wonders for Mike. Call it instinct, or whatever, I sensed that that boy needed some woman to love him."
"Goon..."
"Mike must not have objected to how I was fondling him...," Linda laughed, "Because his attitude began to soften...! "
"You want to go to your apartment...?" Mike suggested. "How come a gal as pretty as you has to pay for sex?"
"You ask too many questions...," I chuckled. "Right now I'd love to get that gorgeous HUNK OF MEAT half way down my throat. I assume being sucked is nothing new to you. How do you feel about returning the favor?"
"You want me to EAT YOU?"
"Sure...," Linda laughed. T guess if you're getting paid for it you wouldn't find it offensive!"
"Listen-if you want to hire me it's $10 and you furnish the pad...," Mike grinned. "Let me tell you right now I've never laid a teacher before. In fact you're the first woman to ever hire me!"
"This might prove interesting..., " I laughed, started the motor. "I felt a sensual thrill flow through my flesh as I drove Mike away from the park. I thought of my apartment, the soft satin bedspread and the presence of a nice young body next to mine. The fact that I was going to pay the youth for sex meant I would be able to tell him what to do to me. First off I wanted for us to use our mouths on each other. I've always loved oral sex and I've always found that most men ignore the fact that women are responsive to that form of arousal. I wanted to tongue Mike to an orgasm. I wanted him to suck me until I was exhausted."
"I hope you like oral sex..., " I blushed. "I had that in mind for openers!"
"If you're paying teach-I'll go along with most anything. I'm a specialist at ass-loving if you want to know the truth. I don't imagine you have much craving for that brand of love...! I could teach you if you're looking for new thrills!"
"You can fondle me while I drive us home!" I laughed. "I saw the sly grin on Mike's face as he moved closer. He slid his hand inside my thigh and began to masturbate me outside the thin material of my panties. I parked in the lot outside the apartment. Mike followed me to the door. I was glad it was dark out so no one would recognize the youth with me. Once inside with the door firmly bolted I felt much more comfortable."
"Goon..."
"Mike stood with a defiant gleam in his eye. I pulled down the shades and coaxed him into the bedroom. I gave him orders to undress me. I stood while he moved eager fingers over my flesh. I saw the half-hard projection rising in his pants. I knew he at least experienced a small wave of desire for me."
"You've got nerve...!" Mike grinned. "I gotta give you credit for that. Ummm ... such nice full tits ... and umm ... you smell like you just had a bath in roses...! "
"Ummm ... all the way, Mike darling! I want to be naked for you."
"Ummm ... for a teach you sure know how to swing
. . . ! "
"I moved my hand to Mike's shirt. I undid the buttons and then my hands moved eagerly to his belt and trousers. I unfastened the belt and pulled down the pants. I gazed at the rising bulge beneath the jocks and pulled them down. Mike slid out of his shoes and stepped out of his pants and jocks. His meat stood curved at an odd angle."
"I must not be a total fag..., " Mike laughed.
"You look delicious enough to EAT...!" I laughed. "How about getting in bed and let's explore each other a while!"
"Why not. . . ? "
"Mike bounced into bed. He pulled me close to him. His hands moved to my boobs. He sucked them. His own passion rose. I moved my mouth down between his thighs and embraced his SWOLLEN PENIS between eager lips. I urged Mile to move his mouth over my slit. He responded with eager passion. I felt his tongue probing between the pubic hairs. When I felt the gentle suction I swooned. We were joined together in a mutual act of oral love. There was no consciousness of our former student/teacher relationship. We were now a man and a woman sharing a moment of intimate bliss. Two people sharing and responding with deep oral passion. My tongue moved down the base of his shaft. I traced the erratic pattern of the blue veins in every direction. I sucked the swelling phallus deep into my mouth and caressed it with eager lips and tongue. I derived as much pleasure from sucking as from being sucked. Mike had his tongue in my slit. He was working it wildly back and forth over my clitoris. He was drawing me deep into his mouth. I felt ready to explode. Our tongues became wild and reckless in their pursuit of pleasure. All at once Mike's body went stiff. He shot a thick wad of cream into my mouth. My own flesh responded. I had a wet orgasmic response. Mike moved his face up between my thighs and began sucking my nipples!"
"Am I worth my fee, baby...?" Mike grinned. "I don't exactly like selling myself to men all the time. But I've never found any women offering to pay me for my services. You're one of a kind ... sugar!"
"I wrapped my fingers around Mike's tool. I moved downward. I sucked first one testicle and then the other into my mouth. Mike grinned and begged me to love him."
"Ohoooo ... gawd ... SUCK ME...," Mike cried. "Ohooo ... suck me hard!! ! "
"I responded by moving his soft penis into my mouth. I caressed his globes. I orally loved his meat. It grew semi-hard and began to respond. Mike began pumping in and out of my mouth!"
"Let me put it in the slit this time...!" Mike grinned. "You want it with a rubber or without?"
"Without I blushed. "I can douche later ... besides it's one of my safe days. See if you can touch my cervix with that damned thing, baby!"
"I can try, sugar. I can sure try...! "
"Mike fell on top of me. He moved his mouth to my lips. He drove his tongue between my teeth. I moved my fingers around his arching manhood and aimed it between my thighs. I inserted it and moved my slit up to embrace it. I felt the firm head of his penis moving into my chasm. I responded wildly and eagerly by thrusting myself upward onto his swollen sex. I dug my fingernails into his shoulders."
"SCREW ME ... oh ... SCREW ME...!" I cried. "Ohooo love me hard!"
"Ummm ... baby ... oh, let me love you!"
"Mike proved to be a virile and aggressive lover. He thrust in and out in bold hard strokes that awakened a fevered response in my flesh. He pumped and pummeled my towards my peak of pleasure until we were both screaming on the edge of our orgasm. We both cried out and had a simultaneous orgasm and then we clung together feverishly as our flesh cooled. Mike smothered me with kisses and then told me I was different from any other woman he had been to bed with."
"In what way...? "
"Girls my age I've dated always act like they're doing me such a big favor...," Mike groaned. "I like you because you need the thrill as much as I do. I don't feel that I'm using you or you're using me. We're doing it because we both want to...! I tried to get one girl to go down on me and she screamed bloody murder. You're not afraid to experiment-shit-I bet you'd even ass-love if you were in the right mood."
"Maybe...," I laughed, wondering how I would respond to his penis moving into my anus.
"Just roll over, baby...," Mike laughed. "This one is on the house. If I can make you have an orgasm you don't owe me a damned thing. I love bursting into a nice ripe ass-hole. It's so tight and warm, baby!"
"Just so you don't injure me!"
"You may go wild with pleasure!"
"I allowed Mike to roll me over. I felt his soft tongue moving down my backside, covering the area of my buttocks. He spread the fat cheeks of my ass and drove his furious tongue inward. He began sucking my ripe rosette until I was in the mood for passion. I moved back towards his mouth and experienced the thrill of having his tongue bursting into my ripe anal rosette. I felt his eager fingers move around my hips to my clitoris. He began manipulating me. The combination of Mike sucking my ass and fondling my clit at the same time fired me with a wave of passion. The youth had some vaseline in a tube in his jacket pocket. He rubbed it all over his TOOL! Then he shoved a big wad up my ASS! I felt his finger move in and out all wet and slippery. It felt good."
"Ohooo-love me back there...!" I moaned. "Love me ... hard ... baby!"
"Remember, baby, if you come it's on the house!"
"Mike shoved his angry tool into my anus...," Linda sighed. "He pumped it between the confines of my tight sphincter. It hurt like crazy at first. Mike began manipulating my clit and got it all fiery red and excited and he got me concentrating on the pleasure so that I forget the pain of his blood-swollen penis entering my hinder-hole!"
"OHOOOO LOVE ME...!" I cried, desperately.
"Shove it up your gawd-damned ass you mean...," Mike grinned. "You can bet your SWEET ASS I will, baby!"
"I lay helpless as that youth banged in and out my rectum. He kept fondling my clit and moving in and out wildly. It took me a while to begin to respond but when I did it I thought I would lose my mind. My clit began to ache. Mike shoved a finger deep into my vagina. He moved in and out wildly and began to pant with passion. I cried out in desperation for him to love me and was surprised at the degree of my own anal response. I never thought that a man's penis working in and out my bowels could bring me so much pleasure."
"OHOOOO-I'm co ... mi. . .ng...!" I gasped. "I'm coming...! ! ! "
"Shoot ... sugar ... shoot!"
"I had an orgasm and thoroughly wet Mike's finger. His tool moved deep into my bowels. His body went suddenly rigid. He shot his cream in deep. I could feel it squirting deep inside of me there. I lay gasping with pleasure as his penis went soft and slid out easily. I felt pleasantly satisfied and well-loved."
"Guess I don't make a cent on this adventure...," Mike grinned, scratching his nuts. "But it was worth it to see you get HOT...! I've read that lots of women enjoy anal sex. It was my first experience with a woman. I definitely know that lots of men love it!"
"You should go out with women more often...," I suggested, laying lazily on the pillow. "I guess I better let you go home or you'll be sleeping through class tomorrow. Here, take the money and consider yourself having earned it."
"NOOOO ... I can't ... not from a woman!"
"Mike was surprised when I shoved the money down in his jeans. I drove him home and let him out a block away. He lived in a dingy rundown section of town. I could well imagine that he found hustling an easy way to make a living. I didn't believe the boy was a true homosexual because he was easily aroused by me on more than one occasion. He responded with deep passion and enjoyed coital as well as anal sex. Lots of nights I met Mike and we drove out of town to make love in the woods somewhere during the summer. I didn't want him seen at my apartment too frequently because it would arouse gossip. In class Mike paid more attention and gave me much less trouble. I caught him sometimes scratching the bulge in his jeans. It made me want him. I learned from Mike that lots of schoolboys, some as young as nine and ten, hustled on the streets selling their flesh to homosexuals who were glad to pay for young love."
"Did you have an extended sexual relationship with the youth?"
"Over a year and a half...," Linda laughed. "Mike proved to be a very good lover. I think he was truly bisexual. He admitted he enjoyed reaming out a guy's ass and he admitted he enjoyed sex with men. In fact Mike got quite a crush on me. I went to bed with him at least once a week. I always slipped him ten dollars whether he wanted it or not. For a guy in the business of selling sex he was reluctant with me. I tried to encourage him to date more girls. I was pleased to see him being nicer to female classmates at the end of the year. I was delighted he was taking one girl to a dance. I had high hopes he would forget mercenary sex and homosexual parks. I was even more delighted when he told me he was going steady and wouldn't feel right cheating on his girl. He was through with me and parks for a good while. That put an end to our physical relationship. It was good news for me."
"Goon..."
"Well, Mike sent this male prostitute, Larry, over to see me. Larry told me he'd be glad to take on a woman. Larry's a straight kid who gets tired of men chewing on his rod. He said he'd be glad to work me over for ten bucks. Larry's a neat kid ... seventeen ... a real COOL STUD. He'll do anything to earn his money."
"Continue...."
"What had started out as a half-game..." Linda confessed, "was beginning to turn into a habit. I had seduced Mike out of the intentions of making him more responsive to women. I had achieved my goal. Instead of quitting, however, I allowed myself to be steered to this Larry who was every bit as handsome as Mike, and better endowed. Larry confessed he didn't like selling himself to homos but said he did it to make extra money. He seemed really pleased making his cash banging a woman. I let myself be coaxed into another paying relationship. I had hired myself another male whore to satisfy a desperate physical need. I guess I've Fired and hired three or four different studs already ... all under eighteen. I know I can get dates but meeting new guys is so much trouble. This way I just pick up the phone and call Larry or Ted ... or Mack ... and I can have all the sex, anyway I want it, that I can afford. I've got to admit it's fun-but if word of this ever got out I'd lose my job. I may be a teacher during the day ... but at nights, baby, these kids are giving me some valuable lessons in love. I think I need some help before this vice gets a firm grip on me. Young boys are so virile ... able to last longer ... so willing to comply with every wish...! Lately it seems I just can't get enough sex from these kids...! ! ! "
PSYCHOLOGICAL COMMENT:
Adolescent homosexual hustlers are nothing new. As long as there is a paying market for sex there are those among us who will offer their flesh for sale in return for monetary rewards. Although prostitution is mainly thought of as a female vice this area is also peopled with men and boys who make their flesh available to homosexuals in return for a cash price. Young adolescent boys are often lured into homosexual vices by the promise of financial rewards. Others who are hostile and experiencing a period of rebellion find homosexual contacts a satisfying means of obtaining revenge against their parents and peers and an exciting way of earning money while learning the facts of life.
Boys who patronize homosexuals are often moral delinquents who need the money and also obtain a certain amount of pleasure from homosexual contacts. In THE ANIMAL LOVERS (Erika Press, New York) J. Rupert Rosenfeld observes...,"Some teen-age sexual delinquents (and this includes teenage boys who offer their services to homosexuals) are motivated by pure materialism, for the money and gifts the act brings. In this sense we can designate them moral psychopaths."
Linda is a teacher who became involved emotionally and sexually with one of her students who had found a paying market for his flesh. Out of pity, and perhaps desire, Linda formed a sexual liaison with the youth which resulted in the boy becoming more heterosexually oriented in his desires.
Linda notes she had become dependent upon young male adolescents to satisfy her strong sexual passions. She feels guilty about her own sexual involvement and feels that her dependency upon male prostitutes is becoming a serious psychological problem. Linda is amazed at the number of good-looking talented students who are selling themselves to perverts and performing acts that are both perverse and disgusting.
In FREAKED OUT (Bee-Line Books, New York, 1971) author Dalton Edwards observes...,"In this age of permissiveness, so many youths have lost all fear of parental or legal discipline. They go about as they please, and do as they please. It is not that there is necessarily so many more youths with homosexual leanings, but that they now are not too fearful of coming out in the open and seeking what those of another generation only dreamed about and suppressed."
Many adolescent youths experience homosexual desire and become the willing victims of older perverts. They become prostitutes and may later develop a dependency upon drugs. Linda was made aware of the existence of these young prostitutes and found that they satisfied a very strong need. She feels she cannot break away from a sexually compulsive pattern of behavior without some help. Surprisingly she notes that her male contacts taught her a great deal about her anal responsiveness and she feels that she will always be dependent upon male prostitutes to provide her with this form of sex.
CONCLUSION
It can be seen from the foregoing case histories that erotic relationships have developed between older female teachers and their young adolescent students. Relationships between mature women and young boys have been in existence for centuries. It has always been the more mature women who have taken it upon themselves to teach the young and inexperienced youth the facts of life.
Many authorities agree that much of value may be learned in the bed of an older, sexually mature, woman. And perhaps this is true. Because an older woman is more patient and more experienced it is quite likely that she will teach her students the value of foreplay and teach them the art of truly arousing his sexual partner-rather than just using her flesh to satisfy his own lust. Many a young man has become an experienced lover after being artfully instructed by an older woman.
In FOREPLAY (Academy Press, San Diego) March/April 72 issue Phillip Rock observes...,"An older woman can tap this power source, and if she is patient as well as wise, give it direction and meaning. She can be the single most important factor in a young man's sexual development. How she handles her young lover can spell the difference between his sexual maturity and his castration."
A young man's first few sexual experiences are very important and help to determine the kind of man he will become. If he is ridiculed because of his inexperience he may develop a life-long hatred for women. If, however, he is led into every aspect of the art of love, and conscientiously tutored by a calm older woman he may develop into a very persuasive lover because of the valuable lessons he has learned.
In FOREPLAY Phillip Rock also observes "The young are easily taught, and just as easily damaged beyond repair. A woman who mocks a young man's painful lack of sexual knowledge and adroitness can divert the river of his malehood into twisted and ugly channels."
The first sexual experiences during one's youth are very important. Many men have later confessed that they were given instruction at a very early age by an older relative, a teacher perhaps, or even a nurse of tutor. Such experiences are frowned upon and condemned in our society-but in the long run we may conclude that such relationships are perhaps the least harmful of a long list to sexual activities which are alternately condemned and condoned by members of our society.
In other societies the instruction of youth in all matters relating to sex is adroitly taught by elder members of the culture. It is only in our own country that such activities are condemned and ridiculed and in many cases prosecuted. Older women are often attracted to adolescent boys because they are virile and easily trained. Many teachers have taken advantage of their profession to instigate physical relationships with their students. Most have escaped prosecution because few red-blooded boys would dare confess that they had been seduced by an older woman. Most find the experience too pleasant to share with anyone.
It is difficult to say that such experiences are harmful since in most cases the youths are taught a good deal about sex. In WOMEN WHO SEDUCE BOYS Dr. Guenter Klow observes...,"There are cases where ... males introduced to sex in puberty by an older woman, become well-adjusted sexually in adult life and even turn out to be more adept lovers because of early experience with a woman who knew all about it." (11)
Although such relationships are ridiculed and even prosecuted in our society we may conclude that in most cases they do very little harm unless the older teacher indulges in specific sexual perversions.
Generally speaking we may conclude that such youths stand much to gain in the way of experience. We may concur that such experiences are more common than we may suspect. Whereas young girls approached in a sexual manner may alert parents most boys keep the erotic secret to themselves and consider it a blessing too good to share.
There have been teachers in the past who have instigated erotic relationships. We may conclude that they will continue as long as the sexual attraction between older women and young boys continues to excite the lust and longing of mature women. In matters of sex as well as education the older female teacher may indeed impart a great deal of knowledge that proves useful to the adolescent much later in life.
