Among practicing psychiatrists today, there can be little argument against the theory that illusion plays a major part in our daily existence. Fleeting illusions stimulate the mind, prompting us to reach beyond the boundaries of the actual world. In this era of mass communication, we are bombarded with artificial reality and encouraged, through advertisements for every imaginable type of commercial product, to indulge our most frivolous whims to achieve our dream concerning ourselves and the world in which we live. In magazines and movies, it is subtly and endlessly suggested that the most romantic of daydreams can be turned into sweet reality if only one is willing to expend the effort, the cash, the time, the faith ... if only one would believe that the sometimes harshness of reality can be conquered and forgotten.
There are few psychiatrists who would disagree, as well, with the idea that this eternal search for the unattainable ideal is a major cause for mental breakdowns, particularly among women, the prime target of the current commercial propaganda.
Such a victim is Jessica Morton, a beautiful and desirable teacher whose life is marked only by her continued mourning for a love lost when she was a schoolgirl. In this exciting new novel, A+ From Teacher , author Elizabeth Watson follows the history of this woman as she struggles to make her illusions reality, only to find herself forced into a seemingly endless journey into the depths of lust and human debasement. After years of longing for a boy twenty years dead, Jessica encounters an innocent youngster whose superficial resemblance to her late beloved severs the lovely teacher's weak grip on reality. Lost in a dream of memories, Jessica wantonly seduces the boy who is young enough to be her own child, only to realize what she has done when it is too late, when the vicious processes of blackmail have been inadvertently set in motion by a schoolgirl, lost in puppy love for the teenage boy. Reality is brutally returned to Jessica as older students and, finally, her closest colleague, wreak harsh vengeance on her body for her breach of a teacher's trusted position. It is only when she has survived more shattering disillusionments than she ever suspected to exist that she gradually begins to understand what it is to leave childhood for the greater risks and rewards of a mature life.
We, the Publishers, are proud and delighted to present this new and boldly-detailed masterwork to our readers. It is a novel that fearlessly follows our tradition of powerful and exciting fiction, and we are sure that A+ From Teacher will find an honored place on the bookshelves of all who enjoy it, not only for its profound perceptions, but also for the honest, lusty manner in which Miss Watson describes the lives and needs of its characters. There is no end to the education of existence, and we heartily recommend this book to mature, adult-minded readers as a small education in itself.
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CHAPTER ONE
"Damn, Jessie, this is just the finest weather for baseball I've ever seen," Fred Avery said disgustedly as he tilted back his blonde head and gazed up at the sunshine streaming through the skylight in the ceiling into the high school gymnasium. "So why are we keeping the kids inside on a day like this?"
A few feet away, Jessica Morton shrugged her slender shoulders and then leaned back against the green-tiled wall with a look of resignation in her wide brown eyes. "I don't know, Fred. Ask the Board of Education," she sighed unhappily. "I haven't got anything against dancing lessons, but why don't they give them in sex education classes or something? It's a crime, making us gym teachers teach growing kids to dance when they should be outside running around in the fresh air!"
The husky, light-haired man stared quizzically at Jessica for a moment, surprised at the angry vehemence in her usually gentle voice, and then his craggily handsome face broke into a warm smile. There was one thing he and the lovely brunette woman had always shared during the years they had been teaching the high school physical education classes, and that was a passionate love of strenuous outdoor sports. Every year, around March, when the heavy snows of the Oregon winter began to melt a bit from Green Valley, he and Jessie would sit in a local coffee shop and lovingly plan out the spring classes baseball, soccer, track competitions, anything that would take them out of the gymnasium and into the green fields that surrounded the school building.
"Well, we've still got six weeks of school after we finish the six weeks of dancing," he glumly noted. "We can get outside then, unless the board has another bright idea, like having a chess tournament or something...."
Jessica's dark eyes grew round with dismay. "Oh, Fred, don't even think of such a thing! If I have to wear these darned skirts for longer than six weeks, I'll go insane. I can't move in them!" she cried as she angrily swiped her hand over the short skirt of her red cotton dress.
""Well, what about me in this funeral outfit?" her blonde associate laughed as he looked down at his gray summer-weight suit. "By God, we look like a couple of dancing teachers, don't we?"
Jessica scowled indignantly at him for a moment, and then the frown slowly left her face. In another moment, the shapely brunette was quietly chuckling. Her amused gaze took in his chunky, muscular form, so obviously out of place in the double-breasted business suit he was wearing, and she began to laugh even harder as she imagined how uncomfortable she must look in the prim, shirtwaist dress she had bought several years ago because she had needed something to wear to church. Except for a few Parent-Teacher Association meetings, she didn't think that either of them had seen the other in anything but shorts or slacks in all the time they had run the physical education department together. In a way, it was terribly funny.
Fred laughed with her, pleased to see the expression of angry disappointment leave her face for the first time since the school board had informed them of the new course to be taught this spring. His blue eyes lingered affectionately on her finely-sculpted features, drinking in the beauty of her dark, sparkling eyes and her soft, rosy lips, curving sweetly now with her chuckles. He could barely believe that this woman was his own age, thirty-eight years old. Not a line or wrinkle marred the smooth ivory sheen of her complexion, and the features of her lovely face were perfect, almost too perfect to be real. Yet, her face was made human and wildly appealing by the intense warmth that radiated from her thickly-lashed golden brown eyes.
Yes, he thought wistfully, Jessica was going to be quite a catch when she finally decided to settle down with a man. He allowed his blue-eyed gaze to travel quickly over the rest of her form, appearing unusually soft and feminine today in the crimson dress she was wearing. The tight red bodice artlessly accentuated the high-set generous curve of her rounded breasts and under the fabric, he could almost make out the light delineation of her slender rib cage, tapering smoothly down to a tiny, girlish waist and flat, smooth stomach. The soft folds of the full skirt clung lovingly to her gently sloping hips, swirling out as she moved over the breath-taking curvature of her buttocks. Below the short hem, her legs were long tapering columns of satiny flesh ending in thin well-formed ankles and tiny feet.
As he gazed at her, the blonde gym teacher felt a thrill of warmth begin to surge through his groin, and he reluctantly tore his eyes from the enchanting sight of his friend and associate turning suddenly to push a piece of gym equipment to another position along the wall. A moment later, he breathed a little sigh of relief as he felt the pulsing bulge in the crotch of his trousers cease its throbbing and shrink back to its normal size. When he turned back to face her, he found Jessica staring at him curiously.
"Hey, Coach, don't you get moody now," she said jokingly, stepping up to place a hand on his broad shoulder. The sweet, concerned expression on her face showed that she had no idea of the brief discomfort she had caused him. "I know you hate this as much as I do, but we'll get through it somehow. You know, I used to be a pretty good dancer, as a matter-of-fact."
"I'll bet you still are, Jessie," he smiled, relieved that the crisis had past so quickly. Though it happened often enough, Fred never stopped being embarrassed by his body's reaction to the gorgeous brunette's presence. Countless nights he had lain awake in his bachelor's apartment, trying to figure out how to tell the dark-eyed gym teacher how much he loved her, but always something held him back from going through with it. There was something about her, some cold quality in her nature, that kept all men at a distance. As long as he had known her, Jessie had never kept a boy friend more than one or two dates. It was a damned waste, he mused, and then quickly checked the big clock at the end of the gymnasium. There were three minutes before the class-change bell was due to ring, probably five before any students would arrive in the gym. It was more than enough time for a little spin around the "ballroom," he decided with a grin beginning on his handsome face.
"What are you doing, Fred?" Jessica demanded in astonishment a moment later as she saw him walk over to the portable record player they had set up in the corner and turn it on. "The kids won't be here for another five minutes at least."
"I know," he said cheerfully as he carefully placed the needle on a band of the long-playing record. Then, rapidly walking back to her, he held out his arms. "I just thought we should have a little practice run. You may be a great dancer, but I'm not exactly Arthur Murray. How about a little brush-up, Coach?"
"Well, all right," she hesitantly agreed, taken aback by his unexpected request. With a start, she suddenly realized that it had been a long time since she had danced and, as the soft strains of a Viennese waltz began to fill the huge tiled room, she slipped uncertainly into his muscular arms.
They moved awkwardly at first. It had been more years than she cared to remember since Jessica had allowed herself to be taken into a man's arms and, throughout the first few bars of the waltz, she instinctively held herself away from Fred's broad chest, holding her voluptuous body rigid in his circling arm. Then, gradually, she began to relax and follow his careful steps. After all, she reminded herself, she had worked with Fred for years and had never found any reason to distrust him. By this time, she would certainly know if his intentions were anything but merely friendly.
Jessica suppressed an involuntary shiver as she thought of the kind of men who used to ask her out on dates, the type of men who had finally driven her to the firm decision that she would rather live alone forever, with only the memory of her first love for company, than suffer through anymore of those so-called "dates". There were too many men in the world who regarded an attractive, single woman as nothing more than a good-looking body for a quick, loveless session of sexual thrills. She had been hurt too many times, humiliated and frightened, when a casual invitation to a movie or dinner had turned out to be a gruesome wrestling match, with her honor and self-respect always at stake as the prize.
The soft sounds of the recorded music seemed absurdly out of place in the high school gymnasium and yet the waltz began to soothe her, calming her fears until she began to glide easily over the polished floor, following Fred's steps with natural grace. Her head rested lightly against his shoulder and she chastised herself for being silly enough to be apprehensive about Fred. God knows, he was probably the best friend she had, invariably cheerful and kind through the years, even when the stress of her self-imposed loneliness sometimes made her snappy and rude. And before she had given up on finding a good man, she had occasionally come into school in the morning, shaken and nervous from a date the night before, and he had always gone out of his way to make her a cup of instant coffee, telling her with a grin that she should get to bed earlier.
What Fred didn't know, and what she could barely explain to herself, was that it was not only the physical exhaustion of a late unpleasant night ... that would fade after a few hours of sleep. The thing that left her shaken for days afterward was the unexpectedly powerful desires that such masculine contact would always kindle within her body, despite her mind's revulsion at what was happening. Strange ungovernable feelings had run wildly through her love-neglected body at times like that, feelings that she always associated with Danny, her high school sweetheart, before he had left for army training camp. It seemed almost obscene that she could not help feeling the same way with the hot-eyed, heavy-handed men who had asked her out since Danny had gone away and never come back. Rather than submit to something for which she knew she would always be sorry, she had simply stopped dating a few years ago, when she had given up the hope that another handsome boy-man like Danny would come along to love her in the same sweetly exciting manner she had enjoyed with her youthful lover.
Had she not been so busy with her studies in college and later with the rewarding work of teaching youngsters how to use and enjoy their bodies through sports, Jessie knew she might have had a serious psychological breakdown after receiving the news that Danny had been killed in Korea. Not that she didn't still think of her wonderful teenage lover now and again, but her work with the children had helped to keep her going. Through the years she had found her students to be so charming and innocent, so different from the many men who had pursued her since college, always insisting that she give into their selfish desires, telling her that she had nothing to lose once her virginity was gone. What she had always been tempted to tell those men was that it wasn't merely a matter of her virtue, but of fidelity as well. Though Danny had been dead for almost twenty years now, he still lived in her mind. There were nights sometimes when she cuddled against the softness of her pillow and she could almost feel the smooth warmth of Danny's youthful body lying next to hers, just the way it was so many years ago. No one would ever be able to take his place, despite the way her rebellious body might respond to another man's touch.
"You follow nicely, Coach," a deep voice suddenly whispered in her ear. "Amazing the way an old maid like you can still respond to a man's touch,"
Startled by the way Fred's chance words had echoed her own secret thoughts, Jessica stiffened and pulled her head back to stare searchingly into his blue eyes. To her relief, she found nothing in his expression but friendly good humor, and she chuckled self-consciously at her own needless suspicions.
"An old maid?" she countered playfully. Pulling free of his arms, she took a step back and stood with her hands on her hips, eyeing him in mock indignation. "If I'm an old maid, what does that make you, friend?"
Fred looked tenderly at the beautiful woman standing a few feet away, wondering if she had any idea of how much he loved her. At last he shook his head and shrugged, "I don't know, Jessie. A dirty old man, maybe?"
Then, suddenly, as he gazed deeply into the liquid depths of her golden brown eyes, the blonde man was unable to control his emotions any longer. With a barely audible gasp, he stepped toward her, slipping his arms around her tiny waist to pull her close to his chest. His hungry mouth found her lips open in astonishment at his unexpected action, and he pressed down on them, drinking deeply of the sweetness that had tortured his sleepless nights for so many years.
Too shocked to struggle, Jessica did not resist the warmth of his embrace until the eagerness of his tongue stabbing demandingly between her parted lips made her realize what was happening to her. Then, she shoved him violently away from her.
"Fred Avery, what on earth's gotten into you?" she demanded in angry astonishment. With nervously shaking hands, she smoothed her short dark curls in place around her face as she gazed up at him in hurt disbelief. "I ... never thought that you ... w-would..."
Fred was aghast with surprise as he saw her full lower lip begin to quiver and tears begin to sparkle in her amber eyes. Much as he cared for this aloof beautiful woman and desperately desired to feel the warmth of her body against his own, the kiss he had stolen was not worth knowing he had driven her to the point of crying. For the first time, it occurred to him that the always-cool Jessica might be vulnerable and perhaps even a little afraid of being touched by a man. It made no sense to him, especially not now, a mere moment after he had felt her melt warmly against him, enjoying his kiss before she thought about what he was doing ... but then he never had understood her strange up and down moods. He supposed there was nothing to do now but comfort her and try to apologize.
"Hey, there, Coach, I was only showing you how a dirty old man acts," he explained gruffly, trying to smile through his own embarrassment. He placed his big hands gently on her shoulders as he added, "It was only a little kiss between dancing teachers, nothing to get so upset about...."
Jessica's lithe body quivered like a flame in the red dress and her wide brown eyes shot topaz sparks of fury as she heard his words. "Is that so, Fred?" she snapped. "Well, I thought you knew better than that ... knew me better than that! I'm not ... I c-can't just ... " Her thick sable eyelashes fluttered rapidly as she fought to hold back the hot tears that were threatening to overflow down her cheeks.
"You can't just do what, honey?" Fred asked patiently. His concerned eyes searched her face for a clue to her thoughts as he softly said, "Tell me what's troubling you, Jessie."
"There's nothing troubling me," she said with attempted firmness. But her trembling voice betrayed her and suddenly she began to sob openly. "Oh, Fred, I can't tell you it's such a long, sad story. You w-wouldn't understand. M-men n-never ... " Her words were lost in a heaving rush of sobs that wracked her entire body.
"Try me, Coach," he gently insisted.
Jessica heard the tender interest in his voice and her misery seemed to ease as she realized that Fred truly did care about her as a person, not just as a piece of female flesh to be enjoyed and then forgotten like yesterday's dinner meat. For the first time in all the years she had known him, she began to look at him as a true friend.
She gazed at him thoughtfully, speculative and a little fearful as she tried to judge the secret character of the person she had always distrusted a bit just because he was a man. She felt a huge weight lift from her shoulders as she suddenly realized that there was truly no need to be afraid of Fred. He, of all people, would be willing to understand about her past and the way she lived with it still, day and night, and how she could never love anything more than the memory of the youth she had loved when she was only a girl. Smiling openly at him through the hot, salty tears that still filled her eyes, she deliberately wiped her damp cheeks and then, as her lips slowly parted to speak, a loud clatter of footsteps filled the gymnasium, drowning out the last strains of the waltz on the record player.
"Wow, guys, look at the coach over there!" a young male voice carried loudly across the huge tiled room. "Hey, Mr. Avery, where'd you steal them imagine duds?"
Fred almost groaned aloud in frustration as he saw Jessica's face rapidly resume its usual expression of cool disinterest after the wonderful change he had seen only a few moments past. He glanced irritably in the direction of the small group of boys who were clowning inside the gymnasium doorway, but his vision was still filled with remembrance of the beautiful smile Jessie had shown him just before the students had come stampeding into the room. Without even looking at her again, Fred knew that he had lost the unexpected moment of closeness with her, that the fleeting moment of trust had slipped right through his fingers. His broad shoulders lumped downward in angry dejection as he wondered if he would ever again find that warm woman hidden behind Jessie's outward mask of cool self restraint. In a voice sharp with disappointment, he bellowed across the room, "Just keep it quiet over there, men. This isn't a football practice!"
"Too bad, ain't it!" another deeper young voice rose from the group of youngsters. "The way Miss Morton looks in that red dress, I wouldn't mind tackling her a bit."
"Davies, I said that's enough!" Fred roared, glowering toward the doorway and the burly dark -haired boy whose cocky grin proclaimed his guilt of the brazen statement. The blonde teacher would have said more to the unrepentantly smiling youth, but at that moment a giggling bevy of girls swept into the gymnasium, chattering and shrieking with embarrassment at the sight of the male students they would have to dance with that day. He turned away from the sudden reminder of the dancing classes he would be teaching, just in time to see Jessica, her face flaming, lifting the needle from the record that had stopped playing a few moments before. Suddenly the whole scene began to exasperate him and, with a shrug of his shoulders, he turned on his heel and strode through the door that led into his private office. Jessica could get the students organized, he fumed angrily, and let him know when she was ready to begin these ridiculous classes.
The shapely brunette teacher was barely aware that her colleague had left the gym until she heard the bell ring for class to begin. Then with her usual efficiency, she ordered the students to line up at the sides of the room, boys on the left, girls on the right. The youngsters had no idea of what she was really planning until she told them to pair up with the girl or boy opposite them on the floor. There was much giggling and skittering to different positions in the line as she gave the command, but once the youngsters were paired off, Jessie noted with satisfaction that not one of the girls or boys was without a partner and all had been spared the embarrassment of actually choosing one.
Fred had still not emerged from his office, and Jessica was beginning to be a little annoyed that he was leaving her alone with the unpleasant task of the dancing lessons. She was also a bit embarrassed about all that had happened before class started and rather than face him to summon him out, she decided to choose one of the boys to help her demonstrate the first dance, the basic two-step.
"Everybody quiet now," she announced with a sympathetic smile for those of the youngsters who groaned as they realized that the dancing was about to begin. "I need a volunteer to help me show the first dance."
As she spoke, her brown eyes roamed over the faces of the boys, trying to find one who would not be too humiliated by having to come up before his friends and dance with the gym teacher. Some of the younger boys seemed petrified at the prospect of holding a girl in their arms for the first time in their lives, and even the older youths appeared a bit uncomfortable at being forced to dance in front of their friends with girls they hardly knew. No one of them seemed sufficiently at ease to bring to the head of the class for a demonstration, and Jessica certainly didn't want some lad, clumsy with embarrassment, tromping all over her toes. She had almost decided to forget her personal feelings and call Fred from his office, when her gaze locked on a slim, tow-headed youth who stood shyly on the far side of the room, his eyes averted from the pretty redheaded girl who was his partner. For a long, breathless moment, Jessica could not tear her eyes away from the youngster's sweet innocent-looking face with its dark-blue eyes and spattering of golden freckles across the nose. There was something ... something about him...
Then, suddenly, the lovely brunette gasped and swayed on her feet as a wave of dizziness swept over her. It was all she could do to keep from dashing across the gymnasium and crushing the youngster into her long-empty arms. It was Danny! Her long-dead love was right there, among her students, and she felt herself blushing hotly as the slender boy's eyes lifted and looked back at her uncertainly. Then her heart fell as he quickly looked away again with no sign of recognition in his blue eyes.
"Are you all right, Jessie?" Fred's anxious voice came from beside her as a steadying hand suddenly gripped her left elbow. "I just came out of my office and you looked like you were about to fall over."
"What? Oh, Fred ... yes, I'm fine," she breathed weakly as she reluctantly pulled her gaze away from the blonde youngster to meet the worried eyes of her fellow teacher. "I ... I was just about to come and get you to help me."
"Great. I wouldn't want to have to do these damned dancing classes by myself either," he replied, obviously relieved by her answer. "Well, shall we get started, Jessie? First we have the two-step, right?"
The beautiful dark-haired woman stared at him for a moment, her dazed mind barely comprehending his words, and then she abruptly nodded her head. "Yes, let's get started right away. Why ... why don't you dance with that little redhead over there and I'll work with her partner."
"What redhead?" he demanded. "I thought we would show them together..."
But his words were wasted, unheard by Jessica as she strode purposely across the gymnasium toward the teenaged couple who were standing on the other side of the room. In fact, the shapely teacher was aware of nothing but the fair-haired youngster who, like the other students, was beginning to fidget nervously waiting for the class to begin. Her heart was beating wildly beneath her red dress and as she neared the boy, she stared disbelieving at his face. It was Danny! Oh God! It was her Danny!
Though she knew it was absurd to even think of such a thing, she could not rid her mind of the thought that he had finally returned to her after all these years. For the first time since she had received the news of his death in the Korean conflict, she began to feel girlish and young again. Subtle changes were taking place in her body as she drew closer to the youngster who was the exact image of the wonderful boy she had loved almost two decades before. She was sharply aware of the way the youth's blue eyes shyly observed her full proud breasts thrusting out against the tightly fitting bodice of her red dress and the feminine sway of her hips under the full-swinging skirt, and suddenly she was very happy that she had worn a dress to school that day instead of her usual black shorts and tennis shoes. With a strange, almost forgotten kind of excitement, she returned his stare, letting her eyes linger on the unruly shock of wheat-colored hair that hung over his eyes, then on the supple frame that still carried some of the awkwardness of adolescence.
After what seemed like an eternity of walking through the pairs of youngsters across the polished wooden floor, she halted abruptly before the blonde youngster and his auburn-haired partner. It was a moment before the teacher could find the words to speak, and then she turned to the pretty young girl who was smiling brilliantly toward her. "Would you please go over to Mr. Avery, um ... Angie?" she said stumblingly, barely able to remember the name of the redheaded youngster she had been teaching all winter. "You will dance with him and I'll ... I'll work with your friend here, okay?"
Jessie was astounded at the weak, tremulous sound of her own voice, but she was even more surprised when she saw the smile fall from her young pupil's face. The buxom young teenager stared up at her with stricken eyes, all her former gaiety gone in the space of a second.
"Please, Miss Morton, c-could you pick someone else," she whispered, stepping closer to the teacher so that the boy could not overhear what she said. "I ... I really want to dance with Darrel. I don't know him, but I like him an awful lot."
Jessica smiled in instinctive sympathy with Angie's expression of young love, knowing so well how strong it could be, before she suddenly realized that this pert-faced young girl was trying to come between her and the slim blonde boy who had captured her own interest. She remembered seeing Angie walking and laughing with several of the older boys in the school, sophisticated seniors who all had cars and usually plenty of money and experience with girls. The thought made her wonder if perhaps Angie weren't trying to make one of her other boy friends jealous, or worse, if the cute little student wasn't just trying to conquer another heart the way shallow youngsters sometimes do. The thought abruptly infuriated Jessica, and she stepped back away from the girl, her eyes stern and disapproving.
"Don't be silly, Angie," she said, loudly enough for the students around them to hear. "We're trying to conduct a class, not a lonely hearts club. Now, please go back to Mr. Avery."
On the other side of the gymnasium, Fred frowned and shook his head as he saw the sweet-faced girl wince in humiliation and whirl around to hurry across the room to where he was standing. Even the other students seemed disturbed and confused by what had taken place. He saw Jessica take the blonde boy's hand in a gesture that somehow seemed too intimate for the high school physical education class, and he quickly turned to start the record player going again.
'All right, ladies and gentlemen, he announced brusquely with a brief smile for the young girl who now stood nervously beside him. "First the basic two-step. Watch carefully what I do!"
Jessie caught his words and, despite her tender fascination with the boy who stood at her right shoulder, collected her thoughts enough to demonstrate the simple step in time to the music that emerged from the battered school record player. Then, as she saw Fred invite the little redhead to help him do it a second time, she joyfully whirled to face the blonde youth beside her.
"Would you like to try it with me, Darrel?" she asked as she stared raptly up into the innocent blue eyes of the tall, slim boy. She was pleased with herself for remembering the name Angie had said, and she gaily held her arms out to the youngster. "It's very easy, believe me."
"Yes, ma'am," Darrel nodded uncertainly, his eyes troubled as he noticed his other classmates all staring to see how the step was done. "I'm not sure I can do it right...."
"Of course you can," Jessie laughed, feeling as young and giddy as a youngster herself. As he stepped reluctantly forward, she hungrily drew his smooth young body into her arms and began to move with the music, whispering softly, "One ... two ... one ... two ... there you've got it ... two ... one..."
"Wow, this is a cinch," the boy muttered gratefully into her ear as he quickly picked up the rhythmic movement and fell into step with her. His right arm that had been limp with nervousness at first gradually tightened around her waist as they moved gracefully around the corner of the room.
Fred, who had been watching them carefully as he and Angie slowly achieved co-ordination with each other, breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Jessie again appearing normal and well in control of the situation. For a moment, he had been worried about what was going on in the beautiful woman's mind, but now the worst thing that was happening in the room was the way his own little copper-haired partner was glaring so jealously at the boy who was dancing with Jessica.
"All right now," he shouted again. "We'll rest while the rest of you give it a whirl!"
Angie sprang quickly out of his arms, thoroughly relieved to be out of the limelight, and the other students started to dance. Fred smiled as he saw them struggle with the awkwardness of the dance they were learning, then rapidly become familiar with the movement. He stepped out onto the floor to assist a student here and there who had gotten the wrong idea of how the step was done and, as he was demonstrating it once again to a couple who had seemed to be doing something like a-hop-and-a-jump step, he glanced beyond the girl's blushing face to see how Jessie was faring with the students on the other side of the gym.
To his amazement, she was still gliding in the arms of the tow-headed youngster, apparently oblivious to the class that was going on around them! The beautifully rounded body that Fred had longed to be close to for so many years was pressed warmly against this skinny youngster, and she was gazing up into his eyes as though she had never seen a man before!
"All right, class!" Fred roared, dumbfounding himself with the sudden rush of jealous anger he felt. "You've all got that down, so we'll go on to something a little more difficult. Are you ready to show them the box-step, Miss Morton?"
Jessica started at the sound of her name and forced herself to step back from the sweet warmth of the youngster's embrace. They had not said another word to each other since they had begun dancing, but somehow, looking up into his smooth, gentle face and relaxing against his lithe youthful body as they danced, she had almost been able to convince herself that she had traveled twenty years into the past and she was once again with her own beloved Danny. It was only the harsh sound of Fred's voice that dragged her painfully back into the present.
"Of course, Mr. Avery," she quickly replied, trying hard to conceal the irritation she felt at having been summoned back to her duties from the blissful dream in which she had been lost for a few glorious moments. For a moment, she had to fight the maddening temptation to simply ignore Fred and the rest of the class, and invite the blonde youngster back to her own private office for a long cozy chat. It was only the sight of the dozens of young eyes waiting expectantly for her next movement that made her gather her wits enough to continue the dancing lesson.
"Music?" she said crisply, glancing at Fred impatiently. She watched him turn and replace the needle on the record, and then tapped her foot in time to the gentle beat of the waltz. "Now, students, watch my feet."
Jessie began to move lightly across the gleaming wood floor, her sandalled feet measuring out the three beats of the old-fashioned waltz. As the students intently studied her every step, she took the opportunity to gaze delightedly at Darrel's face. God, he was so lovely and innocent, and though she knew now that he was different in some ways from her beloved Danny, she felt drawn to the sweet-faced youngster in a way that she could barely understand. It was as though the strong defenses she had erected against any and all other men had suddenly crumbled at that moment of recognition, the moment that she imagined that she was dancing in the arms of her own Danny once again. What she was feeling was insane, she knew, but somehow she just didn't care. Barely conscious of the others' gaze upon her. she whirled gaily and held out her hand to the youngster beside her.
"Shall we try it together, Darrel?"
His blue eyes were less worried now, and the blonde boy smiled shyly as he stepped closer to take her into his arms. This time, after only a few missteps, they were dancing around the corner of the gymnasium as though they had been partners for years. Exultant for reasons she could not explain even to herself, Jessie cried out, "Okay, everybody try it now. Dance, everyone!"
The ravishing woman in the red dress was blissfully unaware of Fred's startled glance or of Angie's pouting unhappiness as the young girl glided off once again in the coach's arms. Jessie watched the other students only long enough to see that they were all involved in trying out the new lesson, then turned her complete attention to the youth who held her in his arms.
"How are you doing, Darrel?" she inquired with a sweet smile up at the boy's frown of concentration. "It's not so hard, is it?"
"Gosh, no," he answered happily, relief shining in his eyes at the teacher's expression of approval. Then, as quickly as he spoke, he stumbled over Jessie's tiny foot and gasped as he saw her face momentarily wince in pain. "Wow, I'm sorry, ma'am. I was counting under my breath and I guess I shouldn't have stopped!"
"That's all right, Darrel," she said, managing a weak smile despite the hot sting in her unprotected toes. "You're doing really well I think you might just have a knack for dancing. Did you ever consider that?"
The tall, slender youngster looked down at her suspiciously, as though afraid that she might be teasing him. But when he saw the honest approval in her face, he shook his head, blushing in embarrassed delight. "Gosh, no. Why, my dad almost burst when he found out we were going to be dancing in school," he admitted. "Nobody in my family has time to go dancing with working on the farm and the orchard all the time."
"That's true for most of your friends too, isn't it?" she asked thoughtfully, realizing for the first time why so few of the youngsters in the class had been acquainted with the basic steps they had been shown so far. When the youngster nodded matter-of-factly, Jessie was again struck with the closeness of his resemblance to Danny. For a dangerous moment, she became terribly aware of the boy's vibrant young body, moving bare inches away from her own. Even in the midst of all those dancing couples, Jessica's whole being was concentrated on the nearness of his warm youthfulness, pulsing out toward her through his casual school clothes, and she felt an almost irresistible longing to slip her one hand down from his shoulder and trace the long curve of his back down to the slender boyish buttocks that pressed out against his neatly ironed slacks. It was a gesture that Danny used to love. Oh God! She had to stop this insanity. Stop it now!
"Thank you, Darrel, but I've got to go help some of the others now," she said haltingly to the youngster, turning her face away so that he could not see that hot flush she felt rising into her cheeks. "You dance with the partner of whomever I take, okay? We . , . we'll dance again tomorrow."
"Okay, sure," he smiled innocently, his freckled nose crinkling with pleasure at her praise. "It was really nice, ma'am," he added with youthful sincerity.
Jessie forced herself to smile coolly back at him as she moved away, though she was almost overwhelmed by the dizzying excitement that was beginning to crash over her body in great tingling waves of sensation. Struggling to maintain her outward composure, she whirled around and quickly interrupted a desperately embarrassed young couple who seemed to be moving in two different directions.
* * *
Several hours later, the little redheaded girl who had been dancing with Fred Avery during the afternoon physical education class stood pensively on the columned porch in the front of Green Valley High School, watching as the other students streamed out of the doorway and across the wide green lawn. The last bell had rung only a few moments before and Angie
Jackson was waiting, as she had been for several days, for just a sight of Darrel Beck before she walked to her home a few blocks away. Though she was only fifteen and truly in love for the first time in her young life, the short pretty girl had no doubt that her infatuation had all the fire of a more mature emotion. She had noticed Darrel for the first time at a basketball game this winter he played on the junior varsity team and since then, she had been taking every opportunity to catch even a sight of him, hoping that he would finally notice her. But he never did. If only that dumb Miss Morton hadn't come up during the dancing class!
"Hi, baby! Still mooning over that Beck character?" a deep voice suddenly penetrated her thoughts. Angie turned and saw a brawny dark-haired youngster lounging casually against the doorway of the school building.
"Oh, Mick, don't tease me," she said with a melancholy smile at the older boy. "This is really serious. If only Darrel knew..."
"You sophomore girls are all alike," he answered in a mocking tone that was belied by the gentle, almost fatherly smile he gave her. "Just wait 'til you're a senior, baby, then you'll be a little wiser. These things come and go, you know."
The tiny girl turned around to face him, her big green eyes flashing angrily at his flippant words. "Not for me, Mick Davies!" she proclaimed staunchly. "I really love Darrel, and I'll wait for him, forever if I have to!"
The smiling senior shook his head tolerantly at her words. His dark eyes glittered with friendly mischief as he suggested, "After that dancing class today, you might have a little competition from Miss Morton, sweetheart."
"Oh, you! You're terrible!" she huffed prettily, folding her arms disapprovingly across her budding young breasts. "And that was a really awful thing you said about Miss Morton's dress today too! Did you see her blush?"
"Yeah, and I saw you blush too after what she said to you," he said with a wicked grin. He checked his wristwatch, then added, "Well, the guys are waiting for me out in the parking lot. You want to come have a Coke with us, and then I'll drive you home? Maybe one of your 'big brothers' can figure out some way for you to latch onto ol' Beck."
The pretty redhead shook her head and sadly returned his friendly smile. "No, thanks, Mick. You guys are really nice to me ... but I think I'll just wait here anyway."
"Okay, baby," he shrugged and bounded off the porch. In another moment, his hulky form was out of sight around the corner of the school, and Angie turned back to her anxious vigil. Nearly all the students had left the school and still Darrel had not appeared.
She scanned the groups of students drifting slowly down the several sidewalks that led away from the school, and suddenly her heart leapt into her throat. For a brief moment, she caught a glimpse of Darrel's blonde head and then he turned a corner and quickly was lost to her sight. He must have left by the school's back entrance! With a disappointed sigh, Angie picked up the pile of books at her feet and descended the steps to the lawn. The only thought that brightened her afternoon was that tomorrow was another dancing class and another chance to dance with the blonde boy of her dreams.
CHAPTER TWO
Jessie smiled encouragingly at the short, chubby youngster who was awkwardly attempting to follow her steps as the mellow sounds of the waltz filled the gymnasium and then glanced thoughtfully around the huge tiled room. Today's dancing class seemed to be going a little better than the first one yesterday and there were probably only a few more students who would need help with the box-step before they could go on to something else. As she scanned her pupils, her eyes lingered just a moment on the slender form of Darrel, who was dancing with the little redheaded girl he had been with at the start of yesterday's class. The lovely dark-haired gym teacher felt a brief pang of jealous anger at Angie before she resolutely looked away. It was almost painfully difficult to tear her gaze away from Darrel's handsome young face, but she had promised herself to forget the strange emotions that had taken control of her yesterday afternoon.
"Now, you're getting it," she cheerfully lied to the flushed youth who was stumbling in his anxious effort to duplicate her movements. "Listen to the music. It's one, two, three ... one, two, three..."
She saw him nod, then let her thoughts drift as her feet moved effortlessly in time to the simple melody on the record player. The perspiring boy's heavy body felt thick and clumsy in her arms, and she wished for a moment that she were dancing with Darrel again before she caught her thoughts and chastised herself. She had no business even thinking of the youngster as anything more than just another student, she angrily told herself. He was no more than just another teenaged boy, no matter who he looked like ... no matter how he had made her feel yesterday afternoon.
She had breezed through the rest of her classes yesterday with smiles and laughter for everyone, startling her students and her fellow teachers with her bubbling spirits. Somehow, the minutes she had spent dancing with the good-looking blonde student in the first dancing class had given her back a youthful outlook on life she had barely known she had lost, and she had inwardly laughed at the expressions of amazement she had observed on the faces of the people she worked with, as though she held some secret joke that they would never understand.
It wasn't until she had arrived home to her lonely little house that afternoon and seen her flushed and smiling face in the mirror that she realized what a change had come over her that day ... and what had caused it. It had sobered her immediately.
For the rest of the day, she had walked around the house, like a sleepwalker, struggling desperately with her conscience and the knowledge that a mere boy, a youngster she had never met before, had brought her body to pulsing sensual life in a way that she had almost forgotten. It was wrong, evil, and sick to feel that way, she had repeated over and over to her stubbornly excited mind, but her love-starved body had continued to tingle erotically, and her thoughts kept slipping back to the nights she had spent with Danny ... nights when she was changed from a frightened girl to a passionately hot-blooded woman...
By the time she had decided to go to bed last night, her vaginal slit had been moist and throbbing under the thin filmy silkiness of her panties, and her nipples had grown pebble-hard and burned against the inner material of her brassiere. Her full white breasts had heaved higher and higher as she had slipped out of her clothing, half-drunk on remembered images of Danny's lanky young body and the way his hands used to drift tantalizingly over her own firm young flesh as he drove her to a near frenzy of lust before quenching it with his boyish spear of flesh. The torment of her guilty excitement had swelled with each passing moment until she had finally succumbed to the overpowering desire to plunge her hand down inside the bedclothes and find her hotly throbbing cuntal furrow. She had reluctantly begun to rub the heated lips of her aching pussy, telling herself all along that she was only trying to soothe the angry hunger that pulsed there. Almost before she had realized what she was doing, she had lost herself in satisfying the wanton animal desires that had been torturing her since she had first seen Darrel Beck, shamelessly appeasing the first honest lust she had felt since the day she found out that Danny was dead.
It was only after she had brought herself to an almost mindless climax, thrashing in the sheets and crying out Danny's name, that she remembered the shameful reason for her erotic self-indulgence. It was not her own dear Danny who had inspired it ... but an innocent youngster named Darrel Beck, a shy and lovely boy who was young enough to be her own son! The knowledge had ruined the lovely afterglow of her climax and she had finally fallen asleep, after weeping for hours about the cruelty of fate. But one thing she had promised herself in the darkness of her bedroom, before she lost herself to her dreams no matter what happened tomorrow and the day after and all the days of this dreadful dancing course no matter how this unwitting boy made her hungrily throbbing breasts and vagina cry out for his touch, she would restrain herself and, if it were possible, make herself forget about her body and all the yearning she suddenly felt for this sweet-faced youngster. She had lived for more than twenty years without surrendering to her body's natural desire for a man, she could make it through another six weeks ... she could...
Still, though, it wouldn't hurt fust to dance with him for a few minutes today, Jessie thought longingly now as she glanced at the wall clock and saw that there were only two minutes left of the class period. Her chubby little partner seemed to be doing much better now, and he would probably appreciate a partner of his own age for a change, she quickly rationalized to herself. Her conscience was already beginning to ring warning bells in her mind as she checked the room to find Darrel, but as soon as she saw him dancing and chatting with the little redheaded Angie, she moved before she could change her mind.
"You're doing much better now," she quickly told the round-cheeked boy as she moved away from him. "I'll send Angie over to dance with you now."
Before the youngster even had a chance to answer, she was gone and a moment later, she tapped impatiently on Angie's shoulder. "Angie you seem to have picked this up really well now," she smiled sweetly down at the pretty student. "Why don't you go over there and help that boy I was dancing with. He seems to be a little frightened of me."
Angie nodded unhappily and walked back to where the other boy was waiting and practicing alone in the middle of the dance floor. For a moment, the guilty teacher suspected that the girl had not been taken in by her fabricated excuse to dance with Darrel, but then, as she saw Angie smile friendly at the other student, her fears were calmed. The pert little student was too young and innocent to ever suspect that worldly and sensual forces were driving her teacher to do these strange things, almost against her own will, and her reluctance to leave Darrel was due to nothing more than her own puppy-love for the good-looking lad. The reasoning part of Jessie's mind sympathized with the sweet girl, but the rest of her was almost consumed with unthinking jealousy. Could Darrel feel the same way about Angie?
"Hi, Darrel, were you having a good time with Angie?" she inquired brightly of the blue-eyed youngster as she slipped comfortably into step with him. She lowered her eyes so the boy could not see the terrible anxiety that accompanied her seemingly innocent question. Already, in just the moment since she had started to dance with him, Jessie could feel delicious erotic sensations rippling through every nerve of her lushly ripened body, and she was afraid she might trip over her own feet in her increasingly aroused state.
"It was okay, but she sure talks a lot," he answered laconically, unknowingly thrilling her with his reply. "She was asking me all sorts of questions, even wanted to know who I was taking to the prom. That's pretty nosy," he added indignantly.
"W-who are you taking, Darrel?" Jessie asked, praying that her voice would not betray her nervousness.
"Aw, nobody, I guess," he said, a light blush spreading over his freckled features. "I've never gone out with any girls and ... and I guess I can't do all those crazy dances."
Jessie looked up at him in surprise, and the sweet boyish embarrassment that showed in his face struck chords within her that she thought she had outgrown many years ago. My God, how just like Danny had been with every girl but her, lovely and shy. For a moment, he was Danny again, and she had to strain to keep from kissing his smooth soft lips.
"You're dancing very well with me," she offered, hating the encouraging words as soon as they were out. She didn't want him to take another girl out to dance, and maybe kiss in the dim corners, or even leave the dance early the way she and Danny used to do. She sliivered with revulsion at the thought of Darrel and some silly little high school girl walking in the moonlight among the flowering fruit trees that filled the valley.
"Yeah, but you're ... you're different, Miss Morton. I-I guess I'm afraid that one of these girls might laugh at me."
He clamped his lips together and blushed a deeper pink as soon as the admission had been uttered, but far from sharing his embarrassment, Jessica felt her heart soar. Hadn't he all but told her that he liked her, and better than any of these pretty youngsters of his own age! It was like a dream come true!
Ignoring the bell that was loudly signaling the end of the class period, Jessie kept her hand tenderly on his slender shoulder as he started to move away. Her heart was beating like a jungle tom-tom and she heard herself murmur invitingly, "Darrel, I can teach you any dance that you want to learn. Would you like me to?"
"O-okay, I guess so, Miss Morton," he said uncertainly, confused by the suddenness of the offer.
"Good, come to my office after school today," she said firmly. Then, giving him no opportunity to protest, she smiled coyly and turned him around toward the door where the other students were hurrying out. "Don't forget, I'll be waiting for you."
She watched him walk slowly away and smiled to herself at the look of bafflement that was surely on his good-looking face. She had chaperoned enough dances to be able to teach him all the crazy new steps the kids were doing now, she told herself excitedly, and besides it was about time she got back into practice. After all these years of depriving herself of a normal female sex life, she was thinking that it might be time to find herself a man.
She was beginning to suspect that she needed one now to still the crazy passion that had been building in her since yesterday afternoon.
* * *
A light knock on her office door at three-thirty that afternoon sent Jessie leaping from the chair behind her desk to quickly put the fifth of vodka on her desk back in the file cabinet drawer where she usually kept it for after-school visits from the other teachers. She had taken a few drinks from it that afternoon, even before school was over for the day, but only to calm the strange jittery feeling of her nerves since she had made the appointment with young Darrel. Now, as she went to unlock her office door, she was horrified to discover that her knees felt slightly rubbery as she walked, and she glanced guiltily over her shoulder at the partial glass of Coke and Vodka that still rested on her desk. Then, with a deep shaky intake of breath, she pulled open the door.
Darrel Beck smiled nervously as the bright-eyed woman who held open the door marked "Girls' Physical Education". It seemed funny to be coming after school to talk with a girls' teacher and besides ... there was something about the way Miss Morton was looking at him that made him feel as though he were melting inside. Her pretty brown eyes were sparkling even more than usual and her full red lips were moist and opened just a tiny bit until he could see the gleaming white of her perfect teeth. Now, as he walked past her into the tiny office, cluttered with papers and cellophane-wrapped gym uniforms, he could not help a shy glance at her body. She was wearing a yellow dress that was even prettier than the one she had on yesterday, and it was almost more than he could do to remember that she was going to teach him to dance so that he could ask one of the girls in school to the Junior Prom. He really thought Miss Morton was a beautiful woman and he knew the other guys did too, even though they'd been teasing him today about dancing with the "old lady." She sure didn't look like an old lady to him, he decided, as his blue eyes hungrily drank in the beauty of the full-blown curves that filled out the top and behind of her dress as she turned to close the door again. And she wasn't only pretty, he thought happily, but nice, too ... not like those dumb girls in the school who were always laughing and giggling about everybody else. Wow, he didn't even want to think about what would have happened if he'd ever told that Angie that he didn't know how to dance.
"You have time to stay for a bit, Darrel?" the lovely woman inquired as she motioned him to a chair, then perched herself on the edge of the desk nearby. "I wouldn't want to keep you away from your homework." She smiled warmly at him, trying to ignore the little chill of excitement that was flitting upward along her spine at the nearness of the youngster.
"No ... I can do it after supper," Darrel assured her quickly, his voice catching as she sat back on the desk and crossed her legs before him. His eye-level was not much higher than the desk top, and he couldn't help but gape at the cream-white flesh of her thighs that was suddenly exposed under the short hem of the yellow dress. "I g-guess it's more important that I finally learn how to dance like the other guys."
"It's fun too," she said with a soft chuckle as she saw the look of resignation on his handsome sensitive features. "You'll find that girls can be very enjoyable once you get to know them well."
Darrel saw her pause as though remembering something and then she smiled again, that same gorgeous smile he remembered from the first time he had danced with her yesterday afternoon, and she went on softly. "I remember my first big romance when I was about your age. You make me remember it very much, Darrel ... perhaps a little too much sometimes."
He didn't really understand what she was saying or why she gave off the quiet, half-nervous laugh that followed her words, but he didn't care right then. It was so great just to be here with her and not walking back home from school, all by himself while all the other guys had girls to walk with, or at least talk about. He could smell the heady scent of the sweet, musky perfume she wore, and as far as Darrel was concerned, he was luckier than any of those other guys right now. Miss Morton was the most luscious-looking girl he had ever seen...!
"D-do you want to start now?" he asked nervously as he realized her huge brown eyes were still staring avidly at his face.
"Yes, of course," Jessie murmured distractedly, hoping the excitement rising within her did not show in her voice. Here in her quiet office, she felt closer to the boy than ever, and the intimacy was having a strange effect on her. As the youth stood up and placed his load of school books on the floor beside the chair, she could feel the warm closeness of his boyish body and sense his charming uncertainty at being so near to her. Shakily, she blurted out, "But why don't we just sit here and have a Coke first. I've got some here in the office if you like them."
Her mind was racing as she turned to withdraw a bottle from the case of cola she kept in her office to restock the machine in the girls' locker room. She was making a deliberate effort to think about classes, think about anything but the strange nervousness she felt building within her. Why she almost felt like a teenager about to go out on her first date, Jessica thought, trying to mock herself out of the mood she was in as she opened the bottle and poured its contents into a paper cup. And besides, she had not been this shaky even when Danny had taken her out for the first time ... and after that first time, she had never felt nervous again ... only aroused and sexy. With his gentle hands and his loving words, Danny had made her into a warm, sensuous woman, Jessie reminisced as her mind filled with memories of Danny's beautiful fair-skinned body ... and the way I used to suck him until his hard young penis came in my mouth . . , oh how he loved it and how I loved doing it for him because he liked it so much...
Good Lord, what was she thinking! Shamefaced at the wantonness of her thoughts, the beautiful brunette wordlessly handed the drink to the youngster and then hungrily fell upon the partial vodka-laced drink that was still sitting on her desk. She downed a big gulp and winced as the potent mixture burned down her throat and into her belly, gratefully feeling the feathery trembling sensation in her stomach begin to subside. A soothing warmth began to radiate out all over her ripely aroused body, and she felt her anxieties begin to fade.
After all, no matter how handsome he was or even how exciting she might find the youngster, Darrel was a mere boy and she a grown woman with almost forty years of living behind her. Surely she could resist the callow charms of a child like this, she mused with growing confidence as she replaced her emptied glass on the desk.
As Jessie bent to put the empty cola bottle back in the heavy wooden case, she felt as though she were gaining control over her emotions once again. Yet, while the generous amount of alcohol she had already drunk that day was bolstering her determination, it was simultaneously weakening her defenses against her long-denied sexual needs. A mere glance at the youngster staring self-consciously down at the floor while he waited for her to speak to him again was enough to make her uncomfortably aware of the singular changes taking place in her mature, shapely body. She could feel galvanic surges of tingling little shocks running like goose-bumps over her flesh when she looked at him, and unable to help herself, Jessie leaned over and touched the tanned, smooth flesh of his arm. He lifted his head and looked at her inquiringly.
"L-let's just sit here and chat for awhile," she managed shakily. "I think I'll pull up a chair here next to you."
As she dragged the chair out from behind her desk, placing it directly beside him, Darrel felt his pulse begin to quicken. She eased her sensually alluring body down into the seat, but the sensitive youngster could see that the teacher was upset about something. He didn't know what it was but somehow he wasn't worried about it. In fact, her strange excitement seemed to be contagious, making him feel jittery and energetic. He turned to say something, but could only gulp nervously as he saw her proudly up-thrust breasts rising and falling beneath the bright, tightly-fitting fabric of her dress. She was so beautiful, it was almost more than he could stand...!
Jessie edged ever closer to his chair, turning her head to smile over her shoulder at him. Her eyes were gleaming recklessly as she placed her hand on his trousered leg and murmured huskily, "You know, this is the first time I've ever given a dancing lesson. I hope you will forgive me if I step on your toes once or twice. Will you be patient with me, darling?"
"Gee, yeah! I think you dance great, Miss Morton," he assured her, not even thinking of what he was saying. He was staring dazedly at her, amazed at the way her breasts jutted out so firmly above her tiny waist. She was so close to him now that her bent knee was almost touching his trousers, and the thought flashed through his confused mind that he could just lean forward a tiny bit and kiss the pale satiny skin of her neck. Suddenly, he felt his virginal young penis jerk hungrily in his trousers and he blushed hotly.
"Sweetheart, what's wrong?" Jessie inquired quickly, lifting her hand from his leg to place it against his fiery cheek. "You feel like you're coming down with a fever. Do you think you're all right?"
"Y-yes ... I mean, no, I better go home," Darrel stammered in an agony of confusion. He jumped up from his chair and then leaned over to pick up his books. "I b-better ... I have to go home, I think." He could tell by the way her big golden eyes had widened suddenly that she had seen the incriminating bulge in his pants. Wow, he'd never felt so embarrassed in his life! He grabbed his textbooks, castigating himself for playing with the thing so much that he could not keep it down, even now when he had to!
"No, Darrel! Don't go away! We haven't even started yet!" the ravishing dark-haired woman cried out, jumping to her feet to catch his arm. Jessie had surprised even herself by the urgency in her voice, and she added more softly, "Why don't you finish your soda and then we'll dance awhile before you go back home."
As her slender fingers tightened around the youngster's forearm and she led him firmly back to his chair, Jessica could feel the inflamed center of her female organs tingling in almost violently passionate answer to the enchanting vision of Darrel's swollen young penis pressing lewdly out against the crotch of his trousers. She was trembling now with the force of the delicious erotic sensations rippling through every nerve of her hopelessly aroused body. Her mind felt dazed and blurred from the vodka she had drunk, and she could not think of anything but the sexual currents of feeling that had begun to shoot like electrical sparks between their bodies. As she took the school books from his arms and gently pressed him back down into the chair, her excited gaze fell again to his trousers and paused a moment on the dark spot of moisture that had appeared and was slowly spreading around the top of the bulge. Then she ran her eyes over the rest of his slim youthful form, gazing at last into his handsome face where confusion and youthful lust both showed clearly in his anxious expression.
Suddenly, without another thought entering her head, Jessie knew exactly what she was doing if there had been any doubts in her mind before. She knew suddenly that she was now experiencing the kind of honest, forthright sexual arousal that she had never known with a man since her dear Danny had died in Korea. She was joyfully aware of Darrel's avid blue eyes lingering hungrily over the sight of her curvaceous body, just as Danny's had done so many years ago, and she struggled against the guilty impulse to reach up under her skirt and rub the hotly throbbing lips of her pussy to ease the agonizing burning sensation she felt up between her thighs. God, it was incredible, insane, the way she was lusting after a mere boy this way ... but there was no doubt that she did, and she couldn't help herself. He was her darling Danny all over again and she would die to have him! The moment she had first seen the lewd swelling in the front of his pants, her last bit of self-control had vanished and, God help her, she did not want to think about what she knew was going to happen!
Some part of Jessica's dazzled brain was still weakly fighting against the shameless desire that was growing in her awakening body, but she listened to her conscience without interest. It was already too late to restrain the passion blazing through her body like a forest fire and, as she gracefully leaned over Darrel's chair and placed her soft fingers tenderly on his broad young shoulder, the gym teacher heard a voice she barely recognized as her own.
"Tell me Darrel . , . you do like me, don't you darling?" she murmured seductively. "IT can tell. I know why you blushed just then. You were embarrassed because ... because your penis g-got hard ... Isn't that right, sweetheart?"
Darrel couldn't speak, could do nothing but stare up at her in confused desperation. Her words, all of them, were echoing like Chinese gongs in his skull and her reference to his PENIS getting hard was almost more than his shocked mind could handle. He wondered if he'd heard her right.
"Tell me, Darrel," she softly insisted. "Do you like me as much as I think you do?"
Darrel could not speak and he offered no resistance as she drew him up from the chair to his feet. Her fiery dark eyes ravenously searched the innocent, half-frightened depths of his limpid blue ones as he stared down at her in wordless mesmerization. He nodded his head weakly in response, because his throat and tongue were as parched and dry as a desert. And then, suddenly her cool smooth hands were holding his face between them, pulling his head down, down, closer to her. He knew she was going to kiss him ... Jesus! ... right on the mouth ... and his eyes closed in delight as he felt the first velvety pressure of her soft warm lips upon his!
"Oh, darling, that was heavenly," she moaned as she reluctantly pulled her mouth from his a long moment later. "Did you like it, Darrel? Would you ... would you like to kiss me again?"
The light-haired youth blinked, the constricting tightness of his throat almost choking him as he met her wanton gaze. Again, he struggled for the power of speech, but he could find no words and at last, he nodded his head silently.
Her lust-inflamed body was visibly trembling now from the force of the erotic sensations rippling through every nerve, and the ravishing brunette smiled in shameless triumph at the youngster's answer. She could not remember when anything had meant more to her! She felt almost drugged by the intoxicating closeness of the boy's tall, slim young body, and she barely thought about what Darrel must think of her. Then, as she stared dazedly up into his eyes again, enchanted by his beautiful Danny-like face, she knew for certain that she was lost ... wonderfully lost and whirling in the dizzying currents of sexual feeling that were beginning to pound through her body like stormy ocean surf.
"I'm glad, darling, so glad, because I want to teach you about more than dancing. I can show you how to love, " she heard herself whispering in a silky voice. "You can forget about all those silly school girls. I'll be your girl friend, and no one will ever know."
The slender blonde youngster was so excited that he felt almost sick to his stomach. The crazy thing that she was saying was almost more than his brain could take in! He thought that this gorgeous older woman must be teasing him, laughing at him inside, but she had kissed him, really and truly, like it had happened sometimes in his most exciting dreams about the girls in his classes. And even at this moment, as though she were aware of his secret insecurities, she was stroking his neck with her slender hands, while her high, pillowy breasts were pressed warmly into his chest, like two soft kittens nuzzling against him.
"Would you do that for me, my little angel?"
"Oh God, Miss Morton, I'd do anything for you," he gasped in a strangled moan of delight. "Just tell me! I'll do anything you want, forever!"
"First, darling, I want you to call me Jessica, just Jessica," she purred huskily as she strained upward to plant soft, fleeting kisses on his chin and nose. "And I'll teach you all sorts of beautiful things ... only you must promise never to hurt me ... not to go with other girls ... and to not say anything to anyone. Will you?"
"S-sure ... yes, anything," Darrel moaned, almost delirious with joyful disbelief at what was happening to him. His stiff young cock was jerking crazily under his trousers with each word she spoke, and he was beginning to wonder if he were dreaming again. He had been so nervous this afternoon about coming to see the beautiful teacher for a private dancing lesson and now ... now, her fantastic grown-up body was pressing tightly against him and she was kissing him again! He felt a thrill rush wildly through him as her wet, pointed tongue began to play tauntingly over his lips, prying them apart to dart experimentally inside his mouth. As if that weren't enough, he suddenly felt her hand start to drift tantalizingly down over his flat belly, moving unbelievably closer and closer to the throbbing rigid rod of flesh that was straining like a bear trap against his trouser crotch.
Slowly savoring the sweet self-torture of dragging her hand down over his lean smooth body, Jessica minutely explored the hard plane of his belly as she centered in on what she wanted, what her loins were hungering for. She let her fingertips glide down over his belt to the hip of his trousers, caressing the firm youthful curve of his buttocks as she kissed him fiercely. She could feel Mm trembling like a frightened deer against her body as her hotly searcliing hand drifted over the tensing half-matured sinews beneath his lightweight clothing. She knew she must be insane to go on with what she was doing, but it did not matter anymore. She could not stop now, even if she wanted to! There was only one purpose left in her dazed mind to possess this youngster as completely as she, herself, had been possessed by her handsome Danny ... and to show him all the joys of love as Danny had shown her so many years ago!
Then suddenly, Darrel's entire body quivered in shock as her hand tenderly grazed the length of his stone-hard penis confined inside his pants and shorts. His blue eyes widened as he stared down into her face, but she merely smiled reassurance up at him and smothered his open mouth with her wetly burning lips.
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Jessica's brain felt like a steaming cauldron of sensual desire, and she kissed him again to soothe him while her white hand ceaselessly stroked over the swollen front of his light trousers. She drew her long fingers tantalizingly over the bulge of his hardened cock, then curled them in tightly to trace its length and breadth before fumbling with the zipper of his fly. Good Lord, he was so unbelievably perfect, she mused in her lust and alcohol-dimmed brain. It was like a memory of her own youthful innocence returning to her after two decades. Oh, she wanted to feel his maleness, feel it pulsing and growing in her fingers until she finally...
A choking sob rose in Darrel's throat as the cool tips of her fingers gently touched his throbbing young penis through his opened trousers. The sensation was so wildly exciting that it was almost unbearable, almost as though his whole body were about to explode with the painful hunger that was building inside him. This beautiful woman, a teacher, was actually touching his cock inside his pants and smiling as though she thought it was the greatest thing in the world! Jesus Christ! He thought he was going to faint from happiness! The slim blonde teenager moaned softly as her long fingers tightened firmly around his hardness.
"I'm going to make you so happy ... soooo very happy," Jessica crooned softly. The hard hot feel of his young shaft jerking lustfully in her grip was driving her to even greater heights of fiery lust. Cooing soft, comforting words into the boy's ear, she slowly withdrew her hand from the opening in his trousers, and then turned away to start tearing the cartons of new gym uniforms from the little cot that stood in the corner of her office for girls who might be sick during classes.
CHAPTER THREE
"Hey, babe, you still waiting around for that Beck kid? It's after three-thirty, you know."
Angie looked up in surprise to see Mick Davies coming out of the front door of the school building, more than ten minutes after the last bell had rung. She was puffing a little from her rapid walk to and from the rear entrance of the high school building, but she managed to smile prettily as she wagged her head determinedly up and down.
"I've decided that I'm just going to walk up and start talking to him, Mick," she said firmly as she dropped her heavy load of books on the top step and sat down to regain her breath. Her big green eyes glanced worriedly up at the husky youth standing in the doorway, and she admitted, "I'm scared, Mick. He hasn't come outside, and I'm going to lose my nerve if he doesn't hurry up. I think he might be shy, you know? So I was going to ask him to the prom and see what he does."
The tough-looking older boy whistled softly through his teeth. "Wow, you've really got it bad, baby, but maybe that's the right approach. He'd never be dumb enough to turn down a date with a sharp little chick like you."
The cute redhead blushed pink and dipped her head to hide her embarrassment. "Gosh, I hope he thinks so too. You older guys are all so nice to me. You know, your friend Ed told me he'd take me to the prom if Darrel didn't ask me, but I just couldn't. I'm so in love with him, I just can't think about anyone else. Isn't that awful?"
"Jeez, Angie, Ed is the captain of the football team!" Mick gasped in disbelief as he stared down at the tiny buxom girl. "You'd turn him down to go with that dopey kid? Listen, I'll go in there and find him right now. And I'll tell him that he'd better ask you out, or me and the guys'll smear him!"
"Don't you dare, Mick Davies!"
The brawny youth grinned at the curvaceous youngster who was suddenly standing angrily before him, her tiny hands clenched into fists. Even though she was young, and kind of dumb the way sophomore girls always are, he and the other senior "studs" had spotted her from the first day she arrived at the high school. She was so cute and spirited that half of the guys had tried to make her in the first week . . , but she'd really told them off! Mick suspected that even now some of them hadn't given up, but no one would try anything funny with her. Throughout the year, she had become the mascot of the really swinging group of boys who hung out at the drive-in hamburger joint across the street from the school, and they'd all gotten to be such good friends that Mick was surprised that Ed had even tried to ask her out when he knew how hooked she was on Darrel Beck. Maybe he knew how bad she was feeling about not getting anywhere with Beck, Mick mused silently as he masked his true feelings with a cocky grin.
"D-Don't you grin at me, you big bear," she fumed up at him as he continued to smirk patronizingly down at her. "I want Darrel to like me because he likes me, not because you guys bully him around!"
"Okay, okay," Mick agreed as he backed away from her in mock terror. "Anyway, I'll go take a look around the school and see if I can tell you where he is."
"Well, all right," she glumly agreed. "But no funny stuff or I'll never speak to any of you again!"
Chuckling, the broad-shouldered youth nodded and ambled back into the school. He strolled down the hallway, peering into the classroom doors to see if Darrel might be getting some after school instruction, as he himself had been doing until a moment ago. But all the classrooms on the first floor were empty and unlighted. He was about to go into the stairway leading to the second level when his gaze lingered on the swinging door that led into the gymnasium attached to the school building. A sudden vision of Darrel gliding around the gym in the girls' gym teacher's arms made him change direction and turn his steps down the tiny hallway that led to the physical education offices. He didn't know what Darrel would be doing down there after school, but some instinct kept him walking toward the door marked "Miss Morton, Girls' P. E."
There was someone inside, he realized with a start as he heard things being moved noisily around beyond the closed door. Then suddenly another, softer sound caught his attention, and he deliberately quieted his footsteps. Mick stopped sharply outside the door as he heard the strange noise again, a soft sobbing whimper that might have come from a woman or a child.
For a long moment, there was nothing but silence from the office, and Mick considered walking away. If Miss Morton was crying, it was certainly none of his business, he thought, and maybe she deserved to cry a little bit after all the worry she was causing Angie. But then another sound, a soft woman's voice crooning startled Mick so that he froze in his tracks. That was Miss Morton and she wasn't crying, he reasoned quickly. Then, what. . . ?
He took one more long, stealthy step and crouched by the door, just in time to hear the same sweet feminine voice murmuring, "Just lie here and relax, my beautiful little love. Jessica is going to make you feel so good."
"B-but I don't know what to do now," a young male voice drifted through the keyhole. "I've never done anything with a girl in my life!"
Mick's forehead creased in an angry frown as the incriminating words registered in his mind. Barely daring to breathe, he slowly bent his bulky torso down to the lock of the door and peered inside the keyhole. His brown eyes narrowed in shocked disbelief as he oversaw the lewd scene taking place in the little office beyond. As he rose to his feet again, he could hear the dark-haired woman on the cot inside whisper to her blonde companion, "Don't worry, darling, I'll show you everything. That's what a teacher is for, my love."
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Darrel Beck lay on the unmade cot and stared in mounting confusion at the lovely older woman who had placed him there only a few moments before. Another gasping moan tumbled from Ins lips as she slipped his hard, throbbing shaft of vein-ribbed flesh outside his opened trousers. Wild shocks of excitement charged through his youthful groin and up into his lean young belly as Jessica sat down beside him and began to brazenly stroke his long slender cock in clear sight of his own incredulously gaping eyes, sliding the loose outer skin of his penis up and down in her velvety grip, teasing at his tingling still-hidden testicles with her long, painted fingernails. He felt as though he were gasping for air in his nervous excitement, but he silently prayed that she would not stop her thrilling ministrations ... not yet ... not ever!
Then, abruptly, she pulled her hand away, and his semen-smeared cock was standing free from his rumpled clothing by itself, quivering and pointing into the air like a machine gun about to shoot bullets of hot sperm from his slim boyish hips. Through his involuntary sigh of disappointment, Darrel heard Miss Morton murmur as she rose from the cot, "Stand up again, my darling. I want ... I want you to undress me!"
The wide-eyed youngster stared up at her for a long breathless moment, and Jessica knew that she had uttered the words that would demolish his innocence forever. For a fleeting second, she felt guilty and then forgot it as she realized again that she wanted this sweet-faced boy more than anything else in the world, and she knew she had made him want her just as powerfully. At this point, it would be more than she could do to deny herself or him the satisfaction of the infernal desires that were raging through their lust-quaking bodies. Tossing aside the last of her unwanted scruples, she let her soft full lips open invitingly and whispered again, "Look at me, little lover. Don't you want to see me naked? You can look at me and kiss me ... we'll do anything you like and then, if you want, my darling ... then you can fuck me!"
Darrel's freckled face paled for a moment, and he stared at her wide-eyed as he gradually understood the meaning of her shamelessly wanton words. He felt a tingling down his spine as he suddenly realized that this fantastically beautiful woman had just offered to fulfill his wildest dreams. Uttering a strangled moan of youthful lust, he leapt up from the cot and crushed his straining body against hers in an awkwardly desperate embrace. His searching mouth clamped over her soft yielding lips and pressed against their open warmth with boyish fervor before slipping downward to pay worshipful homage to Jessica's smooth ivory throat above her gay yellow dress. His long fingers fumbled shakily at the tiny buttons of her bodice until she had to help him unfasten them and loosen the top of her dress over her cream-white shoulders.
Darrel's blue eyes grew round in reverent disbelief as he had his first glimpse of the full heaving mounds of her snowy breasts, the vibrant flesh almost spilling out of the lacy confinement of her tiny white brassiere. Jessica's loins tingled and pulsed in passionate readiness as she felt the handsome teenager's hands tearing nervously at her dress, pulling it down over her waist and her full-swelling hips and thighs. She smiled gently at his boyish clumsiness and stepped gracefully out of the garment as it crumpled to the floor around her ankles. She could hear his hot breath rasping excitedly past her ear as he reached behind her to unfasten her brassiere, but she was there before him, deftly unsnapping the stubborn hooks under his anxiously grasping fingers. Then, she stood quietly, abandoning her lush body to his eager fingers as he hungrily tore the last covering from her upper body, baring her nakedly quivering breasts to his expectant gaze.
She stood acquiescent before his intensely searching eyes, her face radiating a kind of blissful pride as Darrel leaned away a little and stared wonderingly at her full sensuous breasts with their big, peach-colored nipples swaying provocatively before his feverish gaze. An involuntary sigh of lewd delight whistled past his parted lips, and then his tawny head suddenly dipped downward, his even white teeth flashing as they fastened on the rosy upturned tip of her thrusting left breast. Jessica gasped in dismay at the unexpectedly sharp pain, but she could not squirm away from his nibbling teeth as his hands roamed over her curving thighs and buttocks, holding her securely in place before him. His lips greedily explored the softly palpitating mounds, licking and kissing the silken flesh that lay beneath his inquiring mouth. As quickly as it had come, Jessica's fear of him disappeared, and her flaring hips began a slow impatient grinding against his loins as she felt a delightfully rippling warmth deep in the crevice up between her thighs.
"Oooooohh, that's good, my darling ... do you like sucking my big soft titties in your mouth, Darrel?" she crooned lewdly as she reached down and rubbed her fingertips over the swollen fleshy staff that jutted from the open crotch of his trousers. "Have you ever licked a girl's breasts before, lover, while she squeezed your big, hot cock?"
Jesus Christ! Her lewd words alone were enough to make him cream his jeans right now. Darrel slowly raised his blonde head from her chest and managed to mutter a husky negative reply as his hands moved up to tightly clasp the soft warmth of her rising and falling breasts. The spectacle of Ms innocent blue eyes gleaming in virginal passion at the sight of her creamy white breasts billowing like bread dough out of his wide-spread fingers added fuel to the mad desire blazing out of control in Jessica's loins.
"What about the rest of my clothes, darling?" she whispered, reaching inside his open trousers to gently stroke Ms velvety testicles with her fingernails. "Don't you want me to be all naked for you?"
The freckle-faced youngster was too aroused now with the excitement of anticipation to even remember his earlier fear and embarrassment. He felt as though he were being led blindly by the hand down into a dark pit of lust and unknown excitement, a place he had always wanted to visit ... had dreamed of visiting ... but had never known the way. He saw her round ivory breasts heaving with her fever of desire as Jessica gently removed his right hand from her palpitating breast and pushed it down to the waistband of her short half slip. He hesitated for a moment, his trembling fingers lingering at the elastic top of the undergarment, and then he suddenly thrust his fingers under it, hooking his thumbs into the waistband of her little white panties below. In one eager movement, he pulled both garments down over her hips and long, shapely legs, gasping in pleasure as he saw the triangular "vee" of her pussy hair.
Then, as if sensing the physical need building uncontrollably in the ravishing older woman, Darrel gasped, "Oh God, Miss Morton ... I-I mean, Jessica! I really want to ... fuck you! Can I fuck you now, please?"
Jessica's naked body quivered in shock at the sound of the obscenity from the youth's innocent mouth, and yet its very lewdness aroused her even more until she knew she was losing whatever control she still held over her situation. As she stood unclothed in her tiny cluttered school office, she could feel the hot moisture spreading from her passion-seething vagina to dampen the swollen hair-lined outer lips of her pussy, and she urgently pressed her quivering thighs together to ease the burning sensation. Darrel's light, frightened kisses and maddeningly timid caresses of her nakedly blazing flesh were turning her entire body into a knotted bundle of raw nerve endings, filling her with a passion that she was powerless to check.
A tiny moan of wantonness fell from her moist open lips as the sandy-haired youngster wonderingly seized both of her full, throbbing breasts and squeezed them together like two straining grapefruits until the turgid nipples met and his mouth hungrily enveloped both of them at the same time. Tiny pin pricks of delicious feeling raced through the tips of them as he sucked the hardening buds into the warm wet cavern of his mouth. She could feel his hot breath moving softly over her throat as he lifted his head to lock his mouth tenderly against hers once again.
"Oh, darling, don't tease me! Take me! Fuck me now!" she cried mindlessly into his mouth, in an agony of frustrated need. "Take your clothes off, Darrel! Hurry!"
She was a prisoner of desire, a captive to the hot surges of longing that made her loins ache to have his long slender penis sunk deep up inside her body. There was nothing in her mind but anticipation of the moment when he would finally drive his virilely stiffened rod of flesh deep into her cock-starved vagina. She knew she could not wait another moment, and she began to tear wildly at the buttons of his shirt.
Blind lust spiraled furiously through Jessica's naked body as Darrel stood willing and enchanted by the seductive charms of her voluptuously mature body, his strong young fingers greedily tracing the curves of her lust-swollen breasts with hot and mounting adolescent passion. She peeled his shirt down his sinewy arms and kissed his hairless chest, taunting the little hard nipples of his still boyish breasts with her moist tongue tip. Her warm fingertips trailed teasingly down over his convulsing belly and navel, brushed over the purplish flaring head of his rampant penis before she deliberately unhitched his belt. Then, no longer able to bear her own self-torture, she impatiently tugged both trousers and shorts down over his slender hips and lean buttocks. As his lower garments slipped down around his ankles, the older woman's excited blue eyes feasted on the sight of his stiffly arching cock jutting out from Ins sparse sprinkling of blonde pubic hair and his virile young balls hanging tightly between his lightly corded thighs. His throbbing shaft of vein-ribbed flesh jerked sharply in her palm as she clenched her fist tightly around Ins hardness.
"I-I don't know what to d-do, Jessica," the boy muttered suddenly, his young face reddening in shame. "I've never done it before. W-will you show me how to fuck you?"
"Oh, my darling, yes, I'll teach you," the beautiful brunette gasped huskily, the innocent sincerity in the youth's crude words arousing her even more until she could barely understand what was happening in her body. Her brain spun with lewd desire, and she groaned softly as the boy hesitantly drew her closer to the narrow cot behind him.
With further conscious thought, she lay down flat on her back on the cot and involuntarily began undulating her hips up and down in invitation as her mind whirled in an ever-wilder vortex of untamed carnal lechery. Her slim hands grasped hungrily up at his perfect young body and pulled him down beside her, and she felt the sleek developing muscles stiffen as she shamelessly explored his secret hollows and crevices. Her lips enclosed his gasping mouth as she lifted her satiny-fleshed thigh over his leg, pressing her soft, down-covered mound tightly against his narrow hip with a gentle grinding motion. With an almost frightening hunger, she crushed her shamelessly aroused body against him until his solidly throbbing penis jabbed into the sensitive flesh of her tingling female crevice. His virile young cock was twitching maddeningly between her restless thighs, moving up and down the slippery valley of her sex as the youngster's pelvis gyrated eagerly in an effort to plant the hard, blood-filled tip of his penis into the moist swollen lips of her pussy.
"Oh, my darling ... my only little lover," she breathed passionately as her own hips began to swivel back and forth in an abandoned fucking motion, feeling the fantastic pressure of his lust-swollen cock against the flushed lips of her vagina. "I'm going to be a wonderful girl friend for you ... I'm going to show you things you never dreamed of, my angel. First, I'm going to teach you to fuck me, and then later we'll do everything to each other ... everything we can think of...."
"Oh, yessss ... pleasssse..." he pleaded, barely able to speak in the torment of his need. His frantically pulsating cock felt as though it were about to explode, and her lewd promises only made it throb more until it almost hurt. Taking a deep breath, he managed to beg, "Do it to me! Do it to me now!"
Smiling comfortably up at the eager youth, the naked brunette teacher pressed his body into position above her own and reached down between them to grasp the hotly throbbing length of his long, rock-hard penis. Her tightly closed hand stroked up and down the smooth firm flesh for a moment, delighting in its urgent pulsing against her soft palm and the warm stickiness of the fluids that oozed in tiny driblets from the lust-engorged tip. Then, trembling with barely suppressed excitement, she shakily guided the blood-filled head up from the valley of her buttocks, poising it between the moistly throbbing lips of her hungering pussy. Jessica held it there with one hand and placed her other palm flat on the youngster's hard muscular buttocks, pressing down with all her strength to force the long pulsating shaft of hard flesh deep into the softness of her vagina, to let it quench once and for all the gnawing hunger that tortured her love-starved body.
Nervously watching her face, Darrel tentatively pressured forward with his hips, and Jessie's eyes fluttered in ecstasy as she felt the first soft electrical contact of his bloated cock-head against the sensitive outer flanges of her moistly open vagina. Then her breath caught in her throat for what seemed like a century as she lay in complete surrender beneath Darrel's slim boyish body, anticipating the long-awaited moment when he would drive the fiery rod of pulsing virginal flesh deep into her lewdly hungering body for the first time in his life!
"Oh, sweetheart, do it now," she breathed hotly. "Oh Lord, my darling, shove your cock up into my hot pussy before I die. I want it now!"
The blonde boy's anxious expression gave way to a lustful grimace of sheer animal lust as he heard the gorgeous older woman's impassioned female plea. He had never heard a woman speak like this before and the idea that she was actually begging him to screw her gave him a sense of power and conquest unlike anything he had ever known before. With a tiny cry of supreme triumph, he crushed down on her wantonly writhing body and heard her gasp in delirious satisfaction as the bloated rock-hard head of his penis tunneled forward in past the soft waiting mouth of her pussy. His stiffly thrusting lance of flesh moved into her slowly at first, spreading and stretching the long-unused walls of her vagina, and the lovely dark-haired woman winced at the sensation of anticipated pleasure mixed with unexpected pain as it burrowed into her belly, seeming to slide in forever, filling her more gloriously and completely than she would have ever believed to be possible.
Levering himself up onto his elbows, the handsome youth looked down and gasped at the unbelievable lascivious spectacle of his naked dance teacher helplessly spread-eagled beneath his own body, with the wildly throbbing head of his cock buried into the softly curling hair of her tight little cunt. He groaned and fell forward, smashing her full-rounded breasts tightly back against her chest with the power of his sudden thrust. His slender hips lurched forward again to drive his virile young penis deep into her wet grasping pussy, forcing the moistly yielding flesh of her vaginal walls in velvety waves before its blunt rounded head. Jessie groaned in exquisite rapture as she felt his youthful penis jam tightly up against her cervix and his testicles dancing lightly over her upturned ass-cheeks.
"Oooooh, yes, darling ... just like that," Jessica crooned in abandoned delight, smoothing her hands down over his straining sinewy buttocks to hold him deep up inside her. She tensed her inner muscles to hold his long slender cock all the way inside her burning pussy, then slowly began to rotate her hips, screwing her loins up tighter and tighter against his pelvis. Each time his aroused member jerked in her wetly clasping vagina, she tightened her muscles in response, delighting in the lost expression of rapture that came over his Danny-like face. "Now see what your teacher can do for you?" she whispered singingly. "Has your cock ever felt anything like that?"
"Oh, Christ, no ... it's heaven..." Darrel gasped feebly, thrusting his hips uncontrollably downward to meet her spiral ascending motions as she held his cock securely in the warm moist channel of her milking pussy.
He had never seen a woman look as wild-eyed as she did right then, her mouth loose and panting as if she were about to go out of her mind. And he had never heard anyone, not even the guys in the locker room, talk as dirty as Miss Morton. Yet there was something about the honeyed way she mouthed the forbidden words that made him love her even more. Crazy shocks of wild untamed lust jolted through his groin every time she said them, and her big famished-looking eyes blazed as she tightened her velvety inner muscles around his buried cock.
"Oh, my pussy loves your big penis, lover," Jessica murmured as she felt the broad fleshy base of his cock exquisitely massaging the erect bud of her clitoris. She was lost in the deluge of unspent passion dammed up inside of her for too many years. It was loosened now. Flooding and washing away the very roots of her moral fiber until she could barely believe that it had been almost twenty years since she had been with a man like this! And yet, to even remotely consider such a seduction would have been beyond the realm of possibility yesterday, and without a doubt she would despise herself when this was over. Still, here she was, reveling in the very depths of her depravity, with no intention of stopping until she had satisfied her long-denied need to the very limit.
"Do you want to fuck me, darling?" She teased him lewdly as she worked her hungry pussy up and down his rigid shaft of wetly glistening flesh. "Tell me, lover, what do you want to do to me?"
"Uuuuuunnnhh...! " Darrel sighed, the sight of her big milky white breasts dancing and swaying so lewdly below his eyes doubling his appreciation of her ardent manipulations.
"Tell me!" she prodded him again, her whole naked body stiffening suddenly as she held his pulsating young cock tight inside her seething female channel. "I want to hear you say it!"
Darrel's blue eyes grew round, and he stared down at her in uncomprehending disappointment as she stopped her delicious movements beneath him. Then suddenly her words penetrated his lust-drugged brain and he rasped hoarsely, "I want to fuck you! I'm going to fuck you!"
"Oh, yesssss, darling," she groaned ecstatically. "Fuck me now!"
Moaning, she kicked her feet out in the air, and her arms and legs wrapped around his lithe young body. Darrel abruptly realized that he was free to do whatever he liked to her, and he began to pump his hips up and down, trying desperately to ram his hotly imbedded penis further and further into the soft, moist channel of her voracious pussy.
Jessica felt her breath being whipped away by the sensation of the young boy so masterfully plunging his long stone-hard cock up into her lusting pussy, and she began to rotate her plush silk-skinned buttocks in the most provocative manner she could possibly manage. She wanted him to cum, to shoot his sweet boiling sperm far up into her belly, to fill her as she had never been filled before. This afternoon, she and this sweet-faced boy would explore together all the delights of sex that she had tried for so many years to forget.
Darrel's blue eyes were unfocused with the blissful pleasure he was experiencing for the first time. His hips bucked madly up and down to bury the full length of his lust-inflamed rod deep in the delicate moist passageway of the teacher's hungry cunt. He panted as he stared down between their naked joined bodies, drinking in the inciting vision of his long throbbing shaft of flesh, glistening with her secret juices, driven into the coral slit of Jessica's beautiful hair-fringed pussy. The spectacle of her full, heavy breasts jouncing beneath his face, the rosy pointed tips like two round eyes staring in invitation back up at him filled him with almost unbearable excitement. His innocent eyes gaped open wider as he watched the movements of the ragged pink flanges of her cunt, the fleshy lips drawing back with each slow out-stroke he made, then being swallowed into her belly again as he gently thrust forward into her with the smooth in and out rhythm he had begun. The wet, flat smack of his hips against her upturned pelvis resounded throughout the tiny office as he pistoned his virile young cock deeper and deeper into the deliciously clasping warmth of her pussy, and the inexperienced youngster vaguely wondered if he were hurting the tight tiny hole he had seen when she first opened her legs. It didn't really matter, he thought dazedly, because it felt too good to stop now!
"Oooooh, God, baby, that's sooo gooooodd," Jessie crooned joyously up at him as she writhed her pelvis upward to meet each downward stroke of hard boyish penis. The dark-haired teacher was no longer ashamed for having lured this fantastic youngster to do what he was doing fucking her until she almost lost her mind from the sheer pleasure! Her mouth worked sensuously as she twisted beneath the blonde teenager, guiding Ms movements with her fluttering hands and gyrating hips, lost in the intensity of her wild, ever-mounting excitement. She slipped one hand around his neck, pulling his face down to rest in the billowing white warmth of her breasts, sensing that he was about to cum very soon. She wanted his first time to be perfect, just like her own first time with Danny had been, and she ground her hips wildly upward to make it as good for him as she possibly could.
"Oh ... oh ... oh ... oh..." the sandy-haired youngster chanted mindlessly above her. He moved suddenly into a rhythm of long, smoother plunging strokes that brought his pulsing fleshy length almost all the way out of Jessica's tightly clenching vagina on the back-stroke and then drove forward into her belly until he could feel the blood-gorged head of his hard cock filling her all the way up to the cervix deep inside her passion-wracked body. He could feel her hips begin to thrash even more wantonly beneath him, and her lusty writhing made him forget everything but the whirlpool of animal lust that was building deep inside his cum-filled testicles.
The lovely older woman moaned ceaselessly up into the air, her flushed face registering the intensity of her passion. She was growing more and more aroused by the second as the teenager's stiff young penis stroked harder and harder into her hotly willing cunt. The fragile wooden frame of the canvas cot developed a loud squeak in time to the two tightly intertwined bodies struggling mindlessly against each other as the youngster dipped his head to take one of her erect sensitive nipples into his mouth and suck hungrily on it. The guttural sounds of deep panting grunts and groans filled the tiny room, mingling with the moist noises of sweat-soaked flesh smacking sharply against sweat-soaked flesh and the wet slurp of the boy's hard cock driving madly in and out of Jessie's steaming cunt.
Then, suddenly, the naked brunette teacher gasped in alarm as she felt the youthful cock begin to flex and pulse deep in her rippling belly. The hard rubbery head flared out until she was afraid it might tear through her vaginal walls into her tender belly. It took a moment before she could realize that the youth was about to cum, to shoot his fresh young sperm deep into her ravenous pussy. The very thought made her shiver with obscene delight. Her hands darted down to grasp his nakedly pumping buttocks, pulling him as far as humanly possible into her willing loins. At the same time, she felt her own long-awaited climax coming on with the force of a tidal wave, and she lifted and waggled her perfect white buttocks lewdly from side to side in the air, spiraling her excited cunt up and down on his rigidly pistoning cock.
Suddenly she began to quiver uncontrollably beneath the boy's driving loins.
"Oh ... oh my God, my darling, I'm ... I'm cummmmmmiiing! I'm cuummmmiiing!"
Her startled gasp rose to a breathless whine of sheer ecstasy as her nakedly voluptuous body tensed and began vibrating like the plucked string on a guitar. Her creamy wet fluids started flowing from her rippling vagina, drowning the youth's rigidly pistoning member in its sweet sticky warmth.
Darrel paused for a moment, startled and confused by the beautiful woman's sudden convulsions, but then as she gasped out the last of her brain-shattering orgasm, the teenager felt himself lose all control of his passion. He frantically thrust his exploding young cock all the way into the hilt in the hotly contracting depths of Jessica's pussy. With a rush that tore the young boy's breath away, his boiling sperm erupted deep up into the gorgeous woman's wildly milking cunt, mixing deliciously with the simmering juices of her own cumming.
Pounding waves of delirious sensuality wracked Jessie's naked body as she felt the boy's sweet youthful sperm boiling up deep inside her, filling her vagina to overflowing with its warm sticky wetness. The starving walls of her hot pussy clenched and unclenched greedily around it, desperately sucking at the jerking organ like a hungry mouth as she moaned incoherently into the air. White hot cum flowed wetly out of her quivering slit and down around Darrel's still-pistoning penis, dribbling down into the soft wildly-tensing valley of her buttocks, washing over his erupting balls and the broad base of his penis as he tried desperately to sink it even deeper into the teacher's writhing warm belly. Dazzling flashes of light like exploding firecrackers filled the voluptuous brunette's lust-dazed brain as she panted out the seemingly endless orgasm, her body quivering and shaking like a leaf in a hurricane as she tightened her legs around his driving young hips.
"Oh, darling, don't stop! Don't ever stop!" she babbled, the walls of her vagina still rippling excitedly around his spurting cock.
Her pussy walls clasped insatiably around his emptying penis until the virile shaft gave one final spasmodic lurch and then lay motionless in the depths of her churning loins. The panting youth fell exhaustedly across her body and then, after several moments, Jessica too quivered to stillness, her long shapely legs collapsing limply on either side of his boyish body. The teenager's clutching grip on her trembling buttocks slowly loosened and was finally released altogether.
Jessie's firm, perfectly shaped body felt drained of all energy and feeling, and, as she moved tentatively beneath the weight of the boy, she felt her thighs and buttocks slipping in the excess of hot sticky seminal fluid that had filled her belly to the bursting point. A moment later, she gently rolled Darrel off her weary body, and sighed as the air cooled her sweat-soaked belly and chest. As the youth lifted himself from the cot, his soft wet penis slipped out from her used and battered cunt with an obscene wet plop, and she felt his sperm begin to drain more rapidly out of her, trickling down onto the space between her parted thighs.
Darrel staggered to his feet, then gasped in surprise as he saw by the office clock that it was almost five o'clock. Jesus!! His mother would be furious if he wasn't home in time for dinner! He hurriedly began retrieving his scattered clothes from the floor of Jessica's office, and then suddenly remembered where he was and what had just happened to him! His clothes in his hand, he turned around again to face the ravishing naked woman who lay carelessly spread-eagled on the little cot, her eyes closed in satiated exhaustion. He could see the wet, matted furrow of her sex glistening in the artificial light of the office. The insides of her thighs were heavily smeared with the white sticky juices that had dripped out of her vagina and, as he thought ebulliently about his conquest of the beautiful teacher, it was all Darrel could do not to climb right back on the cot and do it again.
"That ... that was really great, Jessica," the light-haired youth whispered hesitantly. He was reluctant to disturb her, for the older woman's face was wreathed in such peaceful contentment that he could barely believe it was the same person who had been screaming out her climax only a few moments ago. "I-is it all right to say thank you? You're so beautiful and everything ... I never thought..."
Too happily satisfied to even think, Jessica simply smiled warmly at the youngster's grateful words. Through the lonely years since she had lost Danny, the beautiful dark-haired woman had almost become accustomed to the idea that she would never feel a man's penis warmly pulsating inside her again, and she was just as pleasantly amazed as the boy.
"M-miss Morton, are you okay?" Darrel inquired shyly after another moment, feeling a tinge of fear at her continued lassitude. "I didn't hurt you or anything? I was afraid for a while, but then you seemed to like it so much..."
Roused by the anxiety she heard in the youngster's voice, Jessica slowly opened her eyes and languidly turned on the cot to face him. Smiling contentedly, she searched her mind for the proper words to express her feelings, to tell the boy that he had soothed her body and mind in a way she had not known for over twenty years. The overpoweringly sweet warmth she felt now was almost too much for her to comprehend herself, much less explain to this sweet nearly-innocent lad beside her.
"Don't worry, darling," she finally said, smiling blissfully up at his worried face. "I would have told you if anything had gone wrong. It was absolutely marvelous, unbelievable! I only wish we could do it again, but you probably should be getting home before your parents start to worry."
"Yeah, I have to go," Darrel agreed with a little smile of relief. He had been afraid that they were going to get started again, and he never would have been able to explain coming home after dark to his mother. He hurriedly began to pull on his clothes, still dazed with the realization of what had happened this afternoon. Some of Ins friends had already screwed girls too, but only cheap girls who did it with everybody. God, he'd actually fucked the girls' gym teacher it was just too much to believe!
"Wow, Miss Morton, I mean Jessica ... that was really a wonderful thing we did this afternoon," the boy suddenly burst out in a breathless rush. "I know you'd never do anything like that with anybody else and ... and..." He faltered shyly for a moment, then recklessly blurted out what he had been thinking ever since he had first danced with the exciting brunette yesterday afternoon. "Well, I guess I kind of love you, if that's all right."
"And I love you too, Darrel," Jessica dreamily murmured, lost in the glowing warmth of her satisfied body. Then, with a start of surprise, she realized that what she had said was very near the truth. What she felt for Darrel today was very close to the same kind of excited admiration she had felt toward Danny before he had died. Could she have spent all these years mourning a lost love that was no more than youthful sexual attraction, she wondered for the first time. But her thoughts were immediately distracted by Darrel's sweet smile as he hovered fully clothed over the cot on which she lay.
"Well, I guess I'll see you tomorrow," he said, obviously reluctant to leave her invitingly naked body.
"Tomorrow," Jessica nodded assuringly and sat up to plant a quick kiss on the shirt over his flat young belly. "Now scoot, lover, before your parents come looking for you."
He blushed and nodded, then rushed out of the office, pausing only to pick up the load of books that still sat on the floor in front of her desk.
CHAPTER FOUR
"Hey there, big shot. What have you been up to?"
The confident smile that had been playing around Darrel's mouth suddenly fell away as he recognized Mick Davies lounging against the front door of the high school. A guilty little chill spiraled his spine as he heard Mick's taunting tone, and, for just a moment, he wondered if the burly senior knew about what had just happened in Miss Morton's office. Then, just as quickly, he decided that Mick couldn't know the door had been shut all the time and Darrel smiled back at Mm.
"Aw, nothing," he shrugged, barely able to hide the proud feelings that were running through his still trembling body. "Just getting a little help with some math ... you know how teachers are."
Mick stared at him narrowly, his dark eyes glinting in obvious disbelief of the boy's words. A half an hour ago, the husky athlete had been furious with the younger boy for the hurt he was causing Angie, but as the minutes passed and the kid had still not appeared, Mick had been forced to develop a sort of grudging respect for any boy who could seduce that beautiful, obviously cold-assed gym teacher. Still, he could not quite forget the crestfallen look on Angie's face when he had told her that Darrel was not in the school. He was determined to get those two together somehow!
"Yeah, well, I'm sure you know teachers better than me, stud," Mick finally said slowly. "But listen, why don't you find yourself a girl friend here in the school. Angie really digs you, and she's a sharp little chick."
Angie? Darrel couldn't help the cool, superior grin that appeared on his face as he thought of the silliness of going out with Angie when he had Miss Morton. He was certain that Angie wouldn't ever do any of the things he and Jessica had done that afternoon, and Darrel suspected that there were a lot more exciting things they hadn't even tried yet! Why should he bother with a dumb sophomore girl when he had a beautiful, mature woman who didn't giggle every time you tried to talk with her. Boy, if it wouldn't get Miss Morton in trouble, he'd tell him right now and let Mick get jealous about it, but instead Darrel just shook his head smugly.
"No thanks, man. I don't mess around with these chicks here in the school," the blonde youngster tossed off cockily. "Why don't you ask Angie out, if you think she's so hot."
"Why you...! " Mick started furiously, then choked back his angry words. It wouldn't do Angie any good if he beat Darrel up, no matter how much he wanted to punch the little punk. Shaking his head in exasperation, Mick stepped back and waved Darrel through the door. "Sure, Beck, maybe I will. So long, buddy."
Darrel rushed outside, strangely relieved as he bounded down the steps to the lawn below. There had been something strange about Mick, something that Darrel really didn't understand though he didn't know the older boy very well. But one thing Darrel did understand was that he had been laid that afternoon, been laid by one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen. He strode down the road toward his home, a warm glow of pride in his heart that he had been absolutely faithful to the woman he loved, despite the temptation to brag about it.
Back on the school steps, Mick picked up his own pile of textbooks, his brow furrowed in thought. He made a little grimace of disgust as he thought of how dumb he had been to even try to talk that Beck kid into dating Angie after what had certainly just happened to him. Why the dumb jerk probably thought he was in love, especially if that was the first time he had ever been fucked. Kids were like that, he thought with the wisdom of a few more years of experience. Mick could still remember the first time he had fucked, back when he was only thirteen. Jeez, he had been certain he was going to marry that girl someday ... until he had found out that she was screwing all his friends. That had taught him a lot!
"Hey! That's it!" he said aloud, stopping suddenly in his tracks as he walked down the school steps. The excited sound of his own voice startled him, and he self-consciously looked around to see if anyone had heard him. The school yard was deserted now, and he abruptly remembered that all the guys were probably still waiting for him at the drive-in hamburger shop around the corner. They had planned to go on a little fishing trip tomorrow after school, and they had to make the arrangements.
"Well, guys, no fishing tomorrow," Mick said to himself, rehearsing what he would say to the guys when he saw them. They had bigger fish to catch tomorrow afternoon ... maybe even a boyfriend for Angie in the deal. . .
CHAPTER FIVE
It was three-thirty by the big round clock on the gymnasium wall, and Jessica leaned listlessly against one of the huge room's tiled walls. All the students and teachers were gone now, exiting as they always did in the big rush that accompanies the final bell of the day, and she was alone now, listening sadly to the one set of slow footsteps moving away from the gymnasium and down the hallway.
It was Darrel walking away from her and their brief love affair, and Jessica shivered with sudden remorse as she realized all over again how much she must have hurt him just now. Her conscience was stinging her badly, and for a moment the shapely brunette wondered if she had really done the right thing. There was no doubt that she had broken his heart and, worse, she had badly injured his delicate adolescent ego. Her darling Darrel, what had she done to him? She didn't want to think about it ... there was nothing she could do about it now.
"Oh, stop worrying," she told herself gruffly and began to walk around the gymnasium, aimlessly rearranging the pieces of equipment that were placed against the walls. "It's over. It was all wrong and it's over now."
But even her determined statements to herself did not stop the hot tears that flowed down her cheeks, and the gorgeous dark-haired woman swiped angrily at them with a slim hand. She had been fighting tears all day, and now it felt almost good to let them flow. What could she have been thinking of yesterday? she wondered for perhaps the thousandth time. Had she gone completely crazy?
Jessica sat down on a leather "horse" and pulled a pack of cigarettes from the pocket of her shirt. She rarely smoked, but this morning she had found an ancient pack on her desk and had been smoking all day to calm her frazzled nerves. Even now, a full twenty-four hours after it had happened, she could barely believe that she had actually seduced one of the students at the high school and done it right in her own office!
It wasn't until she had arrived home yesterday, still almost glowing from the endless orgasm she had experienced under Darrel's virginal loins, that the realization had suddenly hit her like a sledge hammer! Sure, she had been without a man for almost twenty years, but that was no excuse for robbing a fifteen year old boy of his chastity. Why he probably wasn't even old enough to shave! Stunned by the magnitude of what she had done, Jessica had simply collapsed on her bed at home, sobbing in hysterical disbelief. But after a half an hour of tears, she had realized that she would have to pull herself together, to somehow decide what she would have to do about Darrel, and about her own suddenly ungovernable urges. She had almost felt as though another person, someone viciously evil and immoral, had been in control of her body and mind for the past few days, making her feel and think things that were absolutely foreign to her nature. She wondered what warped thing in her personality had caused her to undress before that sweet young boy yesterday afternoon ... and worse, encourage him on as he abandoned his innocence to satisfy her perverted desires.
At last, she had come to a decision.
Young Darrel had waited for her after her last class today, as she suspected he might, his innocent blue eyes shining with anticipation at seeing her alone once again.
"Oh, Jessica, I've been waiting all day to see you," he had said breathlessly as soon as the last student left the gym. "I've been thinking about yesterday ... all night long too! I just couldn't wait to see you again."
Jessica had decided to speak gently with him, to explain why it was so wrong to do what they were doing, but then as he had approached her so excitedly, she had become nervous and afraid. Even with all the guilt she would have to live with, the hot-blooded brunette knew that it would be so easy to just do it again ... what would one more time really matter? There he had stood before her, his bright young face shining with eager adolescent love, and she felt her fear turning unreasonably to anger.
"Darrel, I'm sorry but what happened yesterday it was just a mistake," she had announced with uncaring coolness. "Please, forget it."
The sandy-haired youngster had winced as if struck in the face, the excited smile disappearing from his lips. He had stared dumbly at her for a moment, then grinned hesitantly as if hoping to share the joke he obviously hoped she was making. Jessie had remained stonily impassive, staring at the gym clock in an apparent hint that she wanted to go home.
"IT don't understand," he had finally managed to say, staring miserably at her as she reluctantly looked back to him. He had reached out to touch her arm, then recoiled as she jerked away from his tentative fingers. "Why? Don't you like me anymore?"
"Not that way so you can forget it!" she had snapped, secretly terrified that she might relent once again. Then, hating herself for the hurt she was causing him, but too frightened of her own weakness to be any kinder, she had closed the conversation brutally. "To put it bluntly, Darrel, you're just a boy. I'm a grown woman and I need a man. That's the way it is ... I'm sorry dear!"
After that, there had been nothing more to say. With a strangled cry the tow-headed boy had bolted from her. Instantly remorseful, the ravishing brunette had reached her hand out to catch him, but it had been too late. Half-blinded by her own flowing tears, she had watched his slender figure sprinting across the polished wood floor toward the swinging door that lead into the school corridor. And now, as she carelessly flicked her cigarette ashes on the floor of the gymnasium, she could clearly imagine the anguished sobs of humiliation and disappointment that were surely wracking his slim young body. It was almost more than she could bear to think about!
"Miss Morton! Miss Morton, quick! Somebody's been hurt in here!"
Jessica whirled around at the sound of the loud male voice, just in time to see the door to the boys' locker room swing shut. She hesitated for a moment, wondering if she should run back to her office for a first aid kit, then decided against it. Quickly putting all her other thoughts about Darrel to the back of her mind, she sprinted toward the double door that led to the locker room and pushed through it.
The locker room was unlighted, illuminated only faintly by the pale light that penetrated the narrow panels of frosted glass by the ceiling. Jessica looked anxiously around and could see nothing but the locker-lined walls and bare tables in the center of the blue-tiled room.
"Hello? Where are you?" she called out, still searching the dimly lit room for some sign of the injured boy. The only answer was a soft moan from the far end of the room.
The girls' gym teacher had only been in this locker room once before, a few years ago when Fred was showing her how it was arranged, and now she tried to remember where the light switches were placed. She could barely see as she walked past the long tables where the boys left their clothing and towels while they were in class. When she arrived at the end of the room, another low groan came from her right and she turned through the archway leading to the showers.
"Hey, honey, need a towel?" a mocking male voice suddenly asked from one of the darkened cubicles and then a light went on overhead.
Jessica gasped as three stark naked boys stepped out of one of the showers. With no idea of what was going on, she turned around to run, only to come face to face with two more boys standing in the doorway blocking her way. These two were also absolutely unclothed and the beautiful brunette blushed scarlet as she dropped her eyes to the tiled floor.
"W-what is this? There was somebody hurt in here ... I thought," she inquired in a shaky voice that barely rose above a whisper. "You boys shouldn't be in here."
"You mean, you shouldn't be in the boys' shower room with a bunch of naked kids," a husky dark-haired boy jeered as he stepped closer to her, making no effort to cover the thick dangling penis that hung down between his muscular thighs. "But then, you like naked little kids, don't you, Miss Morton? How come you sent Darrel away just now? He could have joined the party."
"What are you talking about, Mick?" she cried, suddenly recognizing the youngster as the one who had made the obscene comment about her dress the first day of dancing classes. She was frightened and astonished by what he was saying, but made a desperate attempt not to show it. "You boys should be out of school now. If you don't let me out of here and get dressed right now, I'm going to have to report you to the principal. This is ridiculous!"
"You didn't think it was so ridiculous yesterday afternoon in your office with Darrel Beck," another voice drawled mockingly from behind her. "What would the principal think about that? Or Darrel's mother?"
"Yeah, what about that?" a chorus of deep voices demanded as the group of naked boys began to move closer to her stiffly standing form. The first twinges of real dread began to purl in Jessica's stomach as she stared at the youngsters who were surrounding her, all smiling and nodding amiably in sinister contrast to their damning words. Her heart sank even further as she suddenly recognized the group; they were the "fast" crowd in the school, a bunch of senior boys notorious for their souped-up cars and wild drinking parties. Some of the teachers even whispered that the boys participated in orgies with wild girls from the nearby state university.
"Listen, I don't know what you're talking about, and I have no intention of finding out," she shakily said. "Now I'm leaving!"
"No, you're not, sweetie," Mick said menacingly, his muscled arm snaking out to clasp her around her slender shoulders. "If you're not nice to us, we might just scream for help right now and tell everybody that you were trying to molest us, just like you did with poor innocent Darrel. Wouldn't the school board just love to hear about that?"
"Oh my God," she groaned softly as she finally realized that she was being blackmailed by this group of diabolical youngsters. How did they find out? It broke her heart to think that Darrel might have told them, but it didn't really make any difference now. The point was that they did know, and now she would be made to pay for her secret seduction of the teenager. "What ... what do you mean ... be nice to you?" she finally asked dully as she stood surrounded by the nakedly leering youngsters in the center of the shower room.
"Oh, we just want a little bit of the same," Mick said offhandedly. Then with a devilish grin, he added, "But this time, we might be able to teach the teacher something." As he saw the look of horror on her face, he laughed evilly at her and jerked his pelvis forward so that his heavy cock flopped lewdly against his thigh.
The beautiful teacher was almost tempted to laugh at the bitter irony of her situation. After almost two decades of determined chastity in the memory of her dead first love, the first time she succumbed to the temptation of lust had led to this a gang rape by a group of teenagers! As if to confirm her unspoken thoughts, one of the boys suddenly reached out to pinch cruelly at Jessica's breasts through her light spring blouse, and the frightened woman heard snickers ripple through the group. Her dread advanced to near-paralyzing terror as she stared from one to the other of the youthful faces, their features contorted into obscene masks of lustful anticipation. She wondered if it would do her any good to try to reason with Mick, the obvious leader, but realized that it would probably only make her situation worse. Already, they seemed to be taking great glee in their sadistic teasing, and she sensed that a verbal struggle would only make matters worse for her, and more to their liking.
"Come on, guys, let's get her clothes off!" someone urged suddenly.
"Yeah, I want to fuck her first!" another boy announced boldly.
"Well, I want her to suck me off," she heard someone else chime in. "I haven't had my prick sucked in a few weeks!"
"Shit, maybe she'd like it up her ass," another deeper voice interjected. "I could stand that..."
"Don't you think we better undress her first," Mick interrupted with a grin. "Then, we'll just take our time. Everybody's gone home, and we've got all night if we want to stay."
Jessica tried to protest but couldn't. Her words knotted in her throat and she could barely catch her breath. A numbing sense of helplessness had overtaken her as she listened to the vile foulness spewing from the lips of these unfeeling youngsters around her. She gazed into the faces of the teenage boys, her tear-wet eyes pleading mutely for mercy, but they were already too busy tearing at her clothes, their hands hungrily exploring her lush curves, to pay any attention to her distress. There was nothing she could do to save herself, she knew. She was physically out numbered by the leering naked boys and their heartless blackmail had placed her at their mercy. The beautiful brunette woman stood passively as young fingers moved more and more demandingly over the softness of her suddenly naked flesh, twisting and kneading at the rounded whiteness of her breasts and buttocks with unquenchable fascination. She could do nothing but gaze wildly around her, trying futilely to cover her full-swelling curves with her hands as she attempted to grasp the full meaning of what was happening to her.
Jessica felt as though she were existing in a dream actually a nightmare, as someone grasped her hand and led her out to the locker room. Oh God! She was completely naked now and it was hopeless to even think of running. Besides, as she looked dazedly at the youngsters who milled around her, she started to lose whatever certainty she had had that she wanted to escape from the cruel fate these boys had planned for her. In the dim light of the locker room, she could not seem to tear her big round eyes from the tantalizing sight of the smooth gleaming youthful flesh that appeared everywhere before her as the teenagers moved closer to lift her up onto one of the long wooden massage tables in the center of the room. Her brown-eyed gaze lingered on the stiff boyish cocks, all sizes and shapes, that seemed to drift through her field of vision, and she dully wondered if they would all feel as good as
Darrel's virile young shaft of flesh had felt pulsating up in her stomach yesterday afternoon. Somewhere, deep in her mind, the suspicion was growing that they might feel even better. There were so many of them, poised like long, slender javelins and thick poles wherever she looked.
Ashamed of her own damning weakness, she forced herself to look away as one of the boys pressed close to her nakedly quivering body to push her back to the center of the table. As more hands parted her long lithe legs and pulled them out until her feet hung over the edges of the table, she became suddenly aware of her heart leaping in her chest. This must be some sort of weird joke, she tried to reassure herself. They were just trying to scare her, only that. Mick and all his rowdy friends would probably torture her with uncertainty for a few minutes longer, and then leave her there. Surely, they would not actually ... they wouldn't...
No, it was simply impossible!
"Let's get her warmed up, guys," she heard Mick's voice rasp. "Who'd like to eat a little bit of this sweet teacher pussy?"
Jessica's head shot up from the table, and she stared in horror as she heard the student's question. The table on which she was lying was already surrounded by the grinning youths and from the group, the ravishing naked woman heard a cool, confident voice.
"I can take care of that part," a tall, good looking blonde boy said. "I don't mind waiting for my turn after that, 'cause I wanted her to give me a head job anyway."
"Yeah, Larry can handle that all right," another voice chuckled knowingly. "I never heard any complaints from the cunts he's scarfed! Let's see if he can show the teacher a few new tricks."
"Hell, I didn't even know teachers had pussies until today," another gruff voice added, provoking the group to loud, bawdy laughter.
Despite the raucous gaiety around her, Jessica was lost in a shocked state of numbness as she watched the fair-haired youth climb up onto the table between her forcibly widespread legs. Someone handed him a towel to kneel on, and a self-assured smile spread over his smooth young features. She could barely believe the obscene thing the boys had been saying. It was almost too humiliating to bear, and her muscles momentarily tensed in preparation for escape before she realized again that she was entirely surrounded by the naked bodies of the watching boys.
"Hey, give us another couple of towels for Miss Morton's ass," Mick directed one of the other youngsters. "When she starts twitching around on this hard table, she might get some splinters in that pretty backside of hers."
Jessica did not bother to struggle as she felt the thick cushioning towels being shoved under her buttocks to protect her from the table top. A despairing sense of helplessness had gripped her, paralyzing her brain until she wondered if she had ever been any place but trapped in this locker room, naked and surrounded by all these lusting boys. In a last effort to avoid the inevitable, she gazed tearfully into the grinning face of the blonde youth crouching at her feet, but Larry was already preoccupied arranging her long, perfect shaped limbs so that everyone present could see the soft, hair-framed lips of her defenseless little pussy before he started orally tormenting her.
With a low moan of despair, the gorgeous dark-haired teacher fell limply back on the table. There was nothing for her to do now but accept what they had planned for her. She lay in abject submission, without the strength to struggle anymore, as she felt Larry's fingers begin to move teasingly over the rounded smoothness of her thighs and then up to the heaving ivory mounds of her breasts, twisting and kneading the passive flesh as the others watched in apparent envy.
"Come on, Larry, let's see what that educated tongue of yours can do," one of the youths demanded impatiently. "You going to warm her up or should we do it?"
"Just watch, gang," the blonde boy said cockily, grasping her silken wide-splayed thighs to pull her hips closer to him on the table.
Jessica moaned softly in a half-daze of terror and humiliation as her slim curvaceous body slid unresistingly toward her young tormentor, her long creamy legs collapsing outward at obscene angles on either side of his sinewy naked body. Above her on all sides, she could see the other high school athletes peering hungrily down at her own white nakedness, their stares like the burning eyes of jackals waiting for the lion to finish eating. For a moment she succumbed to the urge to look back at them in defiance, but it was pointless now and she knew it. If only she had never surrendered to her evil desire for Darrel's lithe virginal body in the first place, she thought wearily. If only she could have managed to put aside her silly pride and had accepted sexual propositions from men who were nearer her own age, while she still had her dignity.
Anything would have been preferable to the shame and debasement she was experiencing now.
Jessica shuddered and tightly clenched her eyes shut against the sensation of Larry's young hands dancing with surprising lightness over the sensitive flesh of her exposed inner thighs. A slight tremor of unwanted excitement rippled through her naked body at his gentle touch, but she angrily vowed that this time she would not allow herself to surrender to whatever erotic sensations, no matter how intense, that the boys might produce in her defenselessly naked body. She dully wondered how long it would be before they were finished with their vile gang rape.
The frightened teacher stared anxiously down at the youth crouched menacingly on all fours between her widespread thighs. He hovered there like a beast of prey staring up between her upstanding breasts at her fear-strained face as he placed his palms against the insides of her quivering thighs, his thumbs resting knowingly on the soft fleshy outer folds of her pussy. The pink moist flesh of her naked vagina was presented up to his leering face in defenseless sacrifice, and she lay frozen on the long table, her mortification complete, as she watched the boy's tongue slowly circle his lips in nervous preparation for the ravishment about to take place.
Savoring her discomfort the youngster began a slow, torturing outward movement with his experienced hands, drawing the rosy cuntal lips slowly apart until the moist, gently pulsing slit below was obscenely exposed to the excited gazes of all the other boys who stood watching. Then, with a low animal-like groan of lust, the light-haired youth dropped his head and buried the full length of his long slippery tongue lizard-like into the warm throbbing walls of Jessica's widespread vaginal slit.
The beautiful brunette teacher jerked suddenly, a breathless groan escaping her lips. As shocks of unwelcome pleasure began to purl through her belly, she ground her naked buttocks down into the white towels, instinctively trying to escape the maddening assault on her sensitive female flesh.
"No! Stop it! Dear God, make him stop!" she cried in horror and shame before the boy's unexpected attack. Her head had lifted off the towel, and she stared in undisuised dismay at the sight of the youngster's tawny head wedged between her open thighs. She tried to remember that she was being raped against her will, but all she could think about was that if she surrendered to the tiny wisps of forbidden pleasure she would be lost. Once again, she would have succumbed to lust for students in her own school. The spector of guilt would haunt her life forever!
"Oh, God, this is awful ... make him stop ... please please," she whimpered beseechingly up at Mick Davies who stood a few feet away. But he only grinned smugly at her, as though he knew her reluctance was only a false mask that was relentlessly being torn away from her by the irresistible persuasion of his friend's skillful lips and tongue.
"You can't do this ... you can't ... you can't," she chanted over and over again to herself as her head fell back onto the massage table. She couldn't let herself be conquered by the spearing tongue that was fucking mercilessly in and out of her ravaged vagina. Yet, even against her will, she could feel the traitorous excitement building in her body until it felt as if her nerve ends were exploding in tiny bonfires of lewd lust.
As his mouth and tongue worked unceasingly at the widespread tightness of Jessie's pussy, Larry gazed up at her lust-twisted face through the quivering white mounds of her breasts. He saw her elbows begin to press tightly against her sides as the tension within her grew almost unendurable, while her firmly rounded breasts danced sensuously from the buffeting her lower body was undergoing. With increasing arrogance, the youngster reached up over the white flatness of her belly and began to knead the fleshy softness of the big breasts, his fingers rolling the hardening nipples between them in unrelenting caresses that he knew were driving the naked teacher almost insane. He was working carefully now, waiting patiently for the first sure signs of surrender that he was certain would come at any second.
Jessica's hands closed convulsively into fists as she struggled to stifle the moan of passion she felt building in her throat. She could feel Larry's ovaled lips sucking harder, drawing the delicate tingling folds of her vagina deep into the warm wet cavern of his mouth as his tongue flicked rhythmically, teasingly, over the quivering erected bud of her clitoris, pushing her nerves almost beyond human endurance. Despite all her efforts to control her desires, her fears were rapidly fading to be replaced by a mounting lust that was throbbing more and more insistently in her tortured female flesh.
The captive teacher was suddenly finding it hard to remember the fact that she was trapped in the boys' gymnasium and being physically forced to participate in a sadistic sex orgy by a vicious group of teenage athletes. For a bare moment, she relaxed her guard and a long, low sigh escaped her lips as Larry's tongue left her pussy to caress the entire wet length of the splayed-open crevice between her quivering thighs, stopping momentarily to pay a wet probing homage to her tightly puckered anus nestled below.
At the unexpected and strange new sensation, Jessica's hips began a sudden involuntary writhing into the towel-cushioned massage table, and soft mewling animal sounds leaked pitifully from between her tightly clenched teeth.
In the small excited group that circled the polished table in the dusky afternoon light, the tension was almost electric and each of the teenagers smiled in satisfaction as they heard the soft sounds of surrender from the beautiful teacher. Through the haze of her suddenly all-consuming passion, Jessica's eyes could barely distinguish Mick Davies' smug smile from among the sea of faces above her and she closed her eyes, dimly wondering why the youngsters had chosen her to molest in this obscene way.
Above her, Mick moved a little closer to the towel, nodding triumphantly as he thought of the disillusionment Darrel Beck would feel when he heard about his beloved teacher's infidelity to him with half a dozen guys. He knew that her resistance, though stubborn, had been completely shattered now, that she was too far gone to resist anything he and the boys might want to do to her, and he began to imagine all the weird erotic things they would use her luscious body for this afternoon. He chuckled obscenely as he saw Jessica's graceful hands desperately clawing at Larry's wavy blonde hair, guiding the youth's face closer to the hungrily palpitating opening of her cunt. In response to his friend's snicker, the blonde boy winked up at Mick, then ran his tongue into the soft-rimmed flesh of the gym teacher's cunt, flicking playfully at it for a moment and then quickly withdrawing to tease again around the throbbing swollen pink flanges of her opening.
All inhibitions lost, Jessica groaned in shameless desire and grasped the boy's head tighter between her hands, pressing his mouth directly over the tight little hole of her impassioned vagina. His face dug deeper in the warm crevice between her widespread buttocks and his mouth sucked voraciously at it, teasing it, and lightly pinching her swollen clitoris with the sharp tips of his teeth until her cries began to lengthen out to one long continuous sobbing moan of pleasure.
"Oh, that's gooood, soooo goooood," Jessica sang out deliriously as she writhed and churned her buttocks below him in a lewd dance of unleashed desire, her body and mind completely involved in the glorious feeling of the student's mouth sucking so beautifully between her loins.
The teacher's cunt flowered open wider and wider as her moistness increased with each additional second his sucking mouth worked at her wide-split crevice. The fragrant, titillating wetness of her passion began to run in narrow trickles down the sides of the boy's sweating cheeks, causing them to shine, and then down the insides of her fluidly working loins into the clenching flesh of her firm globular ass cheeks.
"Wow, I never saw anything like that before," one of the boys gasped from somewhere above.
"Yeah, give her hell, Larry," another encouraged enthusiastically.
Jessica barely heard the boys' obscene comments but their general admiration seemed to incite the blonde boy further, and his tongue licked gluttonously at her flame-seared vaginal hole as her updrawn legs spasmodically opened and closed around his laboring face. The wild, abandoned tempo of her grinding loins made it clear to Larry that the voluptuous teacher was almost ready to cum. Despite his earlier words, now he wanted nothing more than to drive his erectly tingling cock into the softness of her wetly heated pussy. His long stiff penis was already throbbing with anticipation as he worked his mouth and tongue over her pungently seeping cuntal flesh.
Then suddenly he could wait no longer! He had to fuck her right away. He withdrew his glistening face from the grip of her hands and moved up to position himself over her wantonly writhing body.
Jessica suddenly realized that the boy's ministrations had stopped momentarily. Her eyes popped open wide in shocked frustration, and when she saw the blonde boy's muscular torso hovering above her prostrate body, she threw her arms around his neck and pulled him roughly down to her again. She had been so close, so agonizingly close to a wildly satisfying orgasm, and now she desperately ground her quivering buttocks down hard into the towel in an attempt to stem the lust that was blazing out of control in her belly. Suddenly forgotten was all her guilt, her humiliation at the cruel trick the boys had played on her. The lingering feeling of Larry's experienced mouth and tongue working over her throbbing wet pussy had filled her with a desire that was more intense than she had ever believed herself to be capable of. Now, she only wanted to complete the experience, to have the orgasm that would soothe the burning need that was raging throughout her entire lust-wracked body. But still the youth leaned over her nakedly writhing form as though he were waiting for something, something she could not comprehend.
"Please ... do it now, now," she finally gasped, pulling him more tightly down against her shamelessly aroused body.
Above her, the blonde teenager smiled triumphantly at her pleading words. It had galled him and his friends, more than they cared to admit, that Darrel, one of the quietest bookworms in the school, should have gotten into this exciting woman's pants before them, the most notorious studs around. He wanted to feel this haughty bitch squirming under him, to show the others that she wanted him more than she ever wanted Darrel. He wanted her to beg for it.
"Please what?" he demanded coldly.
"Please do it to me," Jessica cried, no longer caring what she must sound like to the others crowing about her naked body in the locker room. "Hurry, Larry, I need it ... now! Now!"
"Then say it right," he growled with cold arrogance. "Beg me to fuck you, Miss Morton!"
"Oooooooooh, God, don't make me do that I can't, I can't," she groaned pitifully, fighting with all her strength and courage to escape this last, ultimate humiliation. This, she knew, would be the final surrender, and there would be no escaping her shameful guilt ever again. This bit of resistance was the only thing she had left. They had taken everything else, her pride and her virtue, her dignity, her self-respect everything was gone. But she couldn't let them have the pleasure of hearing her beg too.
Then suddenly the confident youngster reached between their naked bodies and tauntingly ran his finger up and down the wet, hungering length of her open pussy. Quaking at the unbelievably electric sensation that seared her frazzled nerve ends, and without thinking, Jessica at last opened her mouth and gasped out shamelessly.
"Oh, for God's sake, Larry, fuck me, fuck me, please!"
As the other youngsters whooped victoriously, Jessica knew that her humiliation and degradation were utterly complete now. For just once in her life she had allowed herself to lose control over all the things that she knew were right, and now she was no better than a low prostitute, a filthy slut off the street who pandered to innocent teenage boys!
"Wow, you really got her there, Larry," Mick crowed exultantly from his vantage point above. "Now, sock it to her!"
As the excited woman's legs kicked up and her heels curled around his sinewy hips, the blonde teenager thrust his pelvis down toward the gaping slit of her throbbing cunt. With no further preliminaries, the boy grasped his rigid prick and guided the heavy lust-swollen member straight into her excitedly waiting vagina, his body smacking down on her with a force that knocked the air from her lungs. He levered up on his arms again, then drove his granite-hard penis as deep as it would go into her hungrily clasping pussy. His sperm-bloated young balls smacked against her willingly up-thrust buttocks before he pulled out to ram his skewering length into her again.
"Oooooooh," she moaned ecstatically beneath the sex-crazed teenager as the warm moist walls of her vagina slipped wetly over his shaft of stiff flesh like a tight fitting glove. Larry's short, thick cock raced in and out of the depths of her belly, her wetness surrounding it and lubricating his every stroke. As the youth ground his pelvis down into her nakedly writhing flesh, Jessica strained back under him, arching her quaking loins up to him, lifting both of their pumping bodies up off the towel with the strength of her eager upward thrusts.
This was what she had needed, and God, it was so good! The shameless teacher chanted lewdly incoherent encouragements to the blonde youngster as his thick jerking cock pistoned into her mercilessly. Larry's warm slippery tongue rammed deep into her open mouth, his saliva drooling down into her throat, and Jessica sucked insanely at it, savoring the musky pungent flavor of her own cuntal secretions lingering on the boy's mouth. Her cock-hungry body was caught up in a mad spiral of naked, raw lust that she had never known existed ... let alone in her. She moaned again as she strained toward the peak of sensation that was now so near, so very near.
Then, suddenly, as she bucked uncontrollably beneath the teenager's slamming body, she felt his hotly throbbing cock stiffen without warning and begin spewing its white hot liquid far into the hidden recesses of her tortured womb. Spurt after spurt of his heated cun ricocheted against the walls of her expanded passage, drowning her cervix in its creamy warmth.
Jessica groaned in an agony of frustration. It had been too soon again, too soon! She was so close, the peak just a moment away. She strained crazily for it, but the exhausted boy's dead weight fell heavily across her still-writhing body. The spent, rapidly deflating penis hung useless between her churning thighs as she angrily buffeted her wet pelvis up against it.
Tears of fury and desperation rolled down her flushed cheeks but the soft dangling cock limply evaded her anguished upward thrusts. Larry rolled from her body, breathing heavily in satisfaction. He'd gotten his fun and now it was going to be a hell of an afternoon for the rest of the gang.
The lust-fire raged on in Jessica's cruelly aroused body, even as Larry slipped off the table top. She was already looking forward to the next cock, her buttocks grinding down into the towels in hungry anticipation.
Through the haze of her passion, the beautiful teacher barely made out the face of Mick leaning over her, grinning in satisfaction. "What do you want. Miss Morton?" he asked her mockingly, shrugging his shoulders in feigned wonder.
"Oh God, tell someone to fuck me! Hurry, please!" she wailed. Her unsatisfied cunt was a steaming hot cavern now that twitched like a nerve out of control and ached to be filled. Her muscles felt so tense that she was dimly afraid they might explode if someone didn't put a cock into her right away. She began to sob hysterically, crying for release from the torture of her sexual need.
"Okay," Mick grinned and climbed up on the table. As if by pre-arranged signal, one of the boys switched on the flourescent light in the locker room. Jessica gasped and held her breath. As the brawny, dark-haired boy knelt on the table, her eyes traveled down his muscular naked body and her cry died in her throat as she saw the giant cock that reared out from his sinewy belly like a third arm with a huge pair of fists balled below it. It was so large that she couldn't believe it at first, and then it jerked before her fascinated eyes and she fearfully cringed back into the towel on the table.
"Think that'll do the job, sweetheart?" the burly youth's voice snickered from somewhere above her. "I never got any complaints from the girls out at the college..."
CHAPTER SIX
Still blinking her big brown eyes against the glaring overhead light, Jessica jerked her gaze away from the awesome sight of Mick Davies' cock and stared around the circle of youthful faces. Her body was hungrily demanding fulfillment, but her mind was rational enough to realize the horror that was about to happen to her. She drew her legs tightly together against the impending danger of the monstrous penis, terror running rampant through her dazed mind.
"You must be joking," Jessie whispered weakly. "You can't do this. My God, it would split me in two. Y-you ... you must be crazy. No woman could take that."
The fear-stricken teacher squeezed her eyes tightly shut to blot out the sight of the leering young faces closing in around her to get a better view of the unbelievable spectacle about to take place before them. Ignoring her apparent terror, two of the muscular youths grasped her ankles and forced them far apart. The delicate sensitive cuntal slit nestling in the soft dark forest of her pussy hair flowered into full view of the young spectators, while the others strained closer to better view the moistly throbbing genitals of the beautiful teacher. One youth, too excited to stand still reached forward with trembling hands and pinched one of her seductively quivering breasts; he dug his fingertips into the soft warm flesh for a moment, and then nervously withdrew, his breathing rate noticeably increased.
As Mick climbed between her wide-splayed legs, Jessica shook her head back and forth in horrified stupefaction. No, it couldn't be true! He would kill her, tear her apart! His thick menacing penis wasn't human. She couldn't allow them to do this to her!
Suddenly, Jessica's face twisted in anguish as the restraining hands on her ankles raised the slender white columns of her legs up off the table and over her shoulders until her very toes were touching the cool wood at the back of her head. Every muscle in her body felt as though it were being stretched beyond belief. The flat plane of her delicate hair-covered pussy was offered up to the hulking dark-haired youth in sacrificial offering. It was his to plunder at will....
Mick grinned down at it lustfully, his eyes bright in undisguised desire. The hulking youth stroked his immense cock with both hands as if in greedy preparation for the assault upon the helpless uptilted cunt before him. His powerful body swayed on his knees like a mountainside about to crash down in an avalanche, and the glistening purplish skin on the head of his awesome cock shone threateningly in the light. He inched forward on his knees, his huge bulging penis jutting out like a derrick, the great shaft of hard flesh bouncing slightly as he moved.
Jessica peered up through her wide-spread thighs, her eyes agog in awed terror as she watched the muscles bulging on the young torso advancing on the defenselessly exposed crevice between her legs. She could not tear her eyes away from the heavy instrument that was about to rip into her still-trembling body in vicious rape. The sight hypnotized her into abject stillness, and she could do nothing but wait for the terrible assault to begin.
Suddenly, without further warning, Mick jerked his hips back and Jessica found herself lifting her pelvis upward as though she were under some kind of spell, searching with her gaping hot pussy for the fleshy pole that was about to rip her belly asunder. The lust-incited group around the table gasped as the great pulsing cock-head found her moist warm opening and paused for a moment, nosing at the pink, ragged edges of flesh as she ground her still-hungry pelvis frantically up at it. Then, the muscles of the boy's buttocks tightened as he lifted himself high in the air over the upturned loins of the wide-eyed, expectantly trembling teacher. The thick palpitating cock-head poised at the wetly waiting opening of her greedy cunt for what seemed an eternity, and then he jerked his pelvis forward with one brutal lunge. The huge blood-filled tip disappeared between her legs into the soft, hair-lined folds of her cuntal lips.
"Aaaaaaggghhh!" Jessica screamed, tossing her head insanely from side to side at the agonizing pain of the brutal penetration.
Mick flexed his buttocks and the mammoth prick-head submerged another torturous inch into her wide-stretched pussy as she desperately tried to free her legs from the ruthlessly imprisoning hands of the other boys, to kick loose and escape the inhumanly large impalement. But the hands held her firmly in place atop the massage table in the gymnasium.
"Uuuuuuggghh! No! It's too big! Oooooh, stop!" she cried brokenly, certain that she was being torn up the middle. The pain was unbearable, racking her cruelly-stretched body like tiny sharp puncturing needles.
Hot breath coursed over her nakedly sweating body as the gang of teen-agers leaned closer, their faces hovering within inches of her straining flesh. She felt hands clutching at her breasts from all around her and more hands and fingers reaching out to touch and squeeze every accessible inch of her defenseless flesh until it seemed as though she were covered with fingers.
"Nooooo! Pleeease!" Jessica sobbed hysterically, tears pouring out from under the trembling lids of her closed, unseeing eyes.
But her struggling protests seemed only to incite Mick and, with a sadistic grin, he suddenly pushed forward with a crushing thrust that plowed the monstrous penis deep up into her vaginal passageway, pushing great waves of pink moist flesh before it. The suffering teacher quaked convulsively as the gigantic shaft plunged relentlessly on up into her belly. Her lust-dimmed mind raced in a frantic attempt to understand what was happening to her as the huge savagely pulsating cock filled her, crowding and smashing her inner organs as it tunneled even deeper, deeper. She felt as though it would burst to her throat if the penetration didn't stop soon, but still the monstrous penis drove deeper into her, tearing her soul from her body in overwhelming waves of depraved sensuality.
Then it stopped! With a body-crushing jolt, the boy's pelvis slammed against her defenselessly up-thrust buttocks, and the immense sperm-swollen testicles slapped into the wide-split crevice between her ass-cheeks. Mick's thick, lust-inflated cock was sunk all the way up to the hilt in her tortured pussy, filling every part of her insides.
The experienced teen-ager hovered motionless for a moment over the teacher's prostrate form, waiting for the groaning woman to adjust to the presence of his huge shaft planted far up inside her pain-rippling belly. He watched as her grimacing face began to relax, her tightly-clenched teeth slowly opening in surprised relief as the initial agony of the massive intrusion gradually faded.
Mick gently flexed his giant rod of virile young flesh inside her, and a deep groan escaped her lips as her eyelids fluttered against the pain. The youth flexed again, then again, grinning knowingly at the others around him when the groans became softer and softer as Jessica's painfully throbbing passage began to accept the unnatural size of his rock-hard cock. He started to move his hips in a slow revolving motion, grinding the huge member tightly into the teacher's naked pussy, stretching the still-cringing wet walls until the enormous shaft fit in the sheath of her vagina like a piston in a well-oiled cylinder.
Gleaming young eyes peered lustfully within inches of the enormous buried weapon, amazed that the tight little hole they had seen before could have swallowed the whole length of it. Again, this time more boldly, youthful hands rubbed lewdly over the twin moons of her buttocks and kneaded her flattened breasts. She felt fingers pulling cruelly at her fleshy hair-lined pussy lips that were clamped so tightly around the solidly embedded prick. The beautiful woman stiffened in shock as she felt an anonymous finger-tip probe under Mick's dangling testicles at her tiny puckered anus, flicking teasingly at the wrinkled hole like a wild tongue. She winced as it paused and then suddenly popped through the tight surrounding nether ring, worming deeply into the tender flesh inside her rectum. It moved around, expanding the tiny opening until the very palm of the intruding hand lay flat against her rounded ass-cheeks, the entire finger buried securely within the throbbing rectal tunnel.
Tiny groans of protest burst from her lips.
Her vaginal passage felt stretched and torn beyond all possible repair, and the dual ravishing of her loins with some boy's outstretched middle finger implanted deep inside her rectum made the feeling all the more intense. Another hand cupped her naked breast, teasing and pulling at every part of its soft round firmness until she feared it would burst from the painful manipulations.
Kneeling over her jackknifed, trembling form, the heavily muscled youth began a painful sawing motion in and out of Jessie's moistly stretched pussy with long lunging strokes. His nostrils flared as he thrust forward mercilessly from the apex of his withdrawal and battered her pain-wracked body back down against the massage table with each stroke. The hulking youth slipped his big hands down to the rounded curves of her hips, holding tightly to them as he slipped the warm soft sheath of her throbbing vagina back over the jerking thickness of his young cock. The finger so deeply embedded in her anus joined the slowly-pistoning cock in a rhythmic fucking duo that raised whimpers and whines of pleasure and pain in time to their simultaneous ravishment of her loins.
The torturous agony that she had felt only a few minutes before was now gradually fading and, in its place, an odd sensation of tingling pleasure began to flow through Jessica's sensually responding body. The outrageous debasement and subjugation she had experienced that afternoon had begun to create a strange masochistic excitement in her mind and body, making her forget everything but the wonderful feeling of being fucked half to death by a cock that was almost as big around as her wrist. Attempting movement for the first time since the torturing impalement began, she began to rotate her buttocks experimentally, and then, feeling no pain, she allowed herself to follow the rhythm of the cock and finger fucking into her, hungrily grinding her hips upward with increasing speed to match the movements of the boy above her.
"Oh, yes, fuck me ... fuck me, fuck me," she now crooned, squirming her body greedily to meet the crawling hands and fingers clutching at her sensation-maddened flesh. Her eyes opened and she gazed blurrily up into Mick's face. On every side of her she could see naked boys, many holding tightly to their cocks, stroking themselves in time to the monstrous penis drubbing into her excitedly pulsating cunt and the unknown finger fucking ceaselessly into her futilely clenching rectum like another invading cock. She was a prisoner, surrounded by long hard shafts of wonder fully virile flesh, and she had lost her will to be free. She was lost, almost unconscious with carnal delight at the merciless assaults on her cunt and anus, stripped between their slamming, battering strokes like a trapped animal ... and loving it!
"Oh, God, Mick, don't stop, don't ever stop! Fuck me, fuck me!" she cried huskily into the air, rotating her nakedly upturned ass-cheeks faster and faster to keep pace with the two pistons of flesh, penis and finger, pummeling into her passionate loins like a single devilish fucking machine. Her entire being was centered around those two skewering rods and nothing else was important not shame, not fear, nothing in the world but the wildly pulsing reality of the hard flesh riveting into her steaming cuntal furrow.
Jessica became gradually aware of a movement near her head, and she opened her eyes again to see another of the boys climbing up on the table there, his virile young cock jutting rigidly out from his loins. Mick noticing his friend's action, stopped his wild pistoning for a moment.
Jessica was too dazed from the force of her passion to actually understand what was happening until Mick's great thick penis was suddenly withdrawn from her wantonly clinging pussy. She groaned in feeble protest, but no longer struggled against the eager hands that rolled her nakedly battered body over on the rumpled towel until she was resting flat on her stomach.
"Get up on your knees!" Mick sharply commanded the passion-wracked teacher, and then impatiently grabbed at Jessica's gently curving hips to jerk her to her knees, She swayed for a moment as she knelt helplessly there on all fours, her sex-drugged brain reeling with the effort of keeping her balance as they maneuvered her into position. She smiled weakly then as she felt Mick's hotly pulsing cock being wedged up between her open thighs. Unconsciously, she waved the stretched moons of her buttocks back at the youth and felt the lust-swollen tip pressing against the now-dripping opening of her cunt. With a loud grunt, the boy behind her lunged forward against her, impaling her body once again on his massive young penis and causing her to jump forward with surprise at the sudden ruthless thrust.
Her startled face ran head-on into another hard waiting cock that rammed without warning between her moistly parted lips and into the warm saliva of her mouth. She could feel the slippery glans sliding wetly up the full length of her tongue, tiny droplets of lubricating fluid seeping from it and filling the warm cavern between her cheeks with its pungent salty taste.
"Hey, guys, look at the teacher suck my cock," she heard someone say. "Yeah, suck it, suck it, Miss Morton," he ordered in a voice that was raspy with lusty delight as he began to fuck his heated shaft viciously in and out of Jessica's ovaled lips as though her mouth were a second delicious cunt.
She gagged as its pulsating hardness rammed halfway down her throat, the full length of her boy's long slender penis disappearing between her stretched lips. As the two boys began to thrust in and out of both ends of her sandwiched body, Jessica was dimly aware of the swinging balls dancing against her chin and the wiry pubic hair that grazed her nose each time the boy in front of her shoved forward. She fought for breath, managing to catch small gasps of air on the out-stroke between the unknown lad's thrusts.
"Oh God," she groaned inwardly as they pummeled her lust-driven figure back and forth between them, using her captive body as a receptacle into which they would pump their lewd sperm.
Slowly, the very debasement of her situation began to flicker through her mind and the humiliation of the young males buffeting her viciously between them began to excite her basic desires more and more. The desire deep in her belly blossomed once more, and she began to roll her naked buttocks in wanton little circles, tightening her cruelly ravaged cunt muscles on the giant fleshy penis skewering into her from behind. She wanted to milk it dry, to feel Mick's fresh young sperm squirting up into her stomach until it overflowed her pussy and ran down the insides of her wide-spread, quivering thighs.
Behind the subserviently kneeling teacher, Mick was building toward the end. He began to thrust into her harder and faster, battering mercilessly against the softly yielding crevice of her upturned buttocks with his hard-driving loins. His big meaty hands gripped her writhing hips, squeezing the tender flesh into random crazy shapes beneath his clenching fingers. His lips bared back against his teeth and he could not close his mouth. He looked down at the teacher's wildly bucking body and bobbing head, and the sight of the lovely brunette being ravished from both ends sent chills up his spine.
"Holy shit," one of the students sputtered from somewhere around the table. "Christ almighty, just look at her go, will you!"
The saliva in Jessica's contorted mouth was becoming thick and sticky from the emissions of lubricating fluids that seeped from the end of the hefty young cock sunk into the warm depths of her mouth. She could see a boy's slim hips straining before her face as though he were in the throes of a spastic seizure. The boy's strong fingers wound tightly in her shiny sable hair, pulling her wide-stretched lips back and forth over the entire length of his thrusting lance of flesh. The ravished teacher felt her own excitement mounting more and more as the granite-hard penis began to throb and thicken in her greedily sucking mouth and started ramming forward down to her tonsils as though it were trying to collide with the mammoth cock pistoning up into her belly from behind. She had never felt so utterly used and debauched in her life, and yet every moment seemed to bring her closer to a brain-reeling orgasm. She sucked with her mouth and wriggled her upturned buttocks wildly as her peak approached. There was nothing else in the world now but to please these two lust-crazed youths as well as her luscious body could, and to wallow obscenely in her own pleasure at the same time.
Simultaneously with the rising tide of her inexorable climax, she sensed the heavily throbbing cock fucking into her seething pussy begin to jerk and inflate. Her thighs and buttocks were swept apart as the dark-haired youth drove powerfully into her, shoving his immense male cock as far as it could go into her belly to spew his hot white charge into her wildly-constricting cunt. Jessica humped back on it violently as his spurting jets of cum flooded hotly into her dilated womb, filling it until she thought she would burst open. She felt it dribbling back out of the hair-covered lips of her forever stretched pussy as she wantonly jammed back against Mick's muscular loins. His heavy testicles scraped maddeningly against her clitoris, causing her to lunge forward, burying the other boys' long hard cock into her greedily sucking mouth all the way up to his pubic hair.
Then it, too, burst forth with a sudden violence, filling Jessica's cheeks and throat with the boiling pungent liquid until she had to swallow rapidly to keep from choking on the great gushes of sperm. Her lips clamped down even more tightly around the lurching penis as though she were fearful of losing even one bit of the precious fluid. Still, though, small droplets oozed from the corners of her widely-ovaled lips and on down to drop from her chin as the satisfied boy slipped off the table in front of her, his softening penis finally slipping out limply from her still-sucking mouth. Thin, glistening strands of the viscous milky fluid connected her lips to the now-deflated cock several inches from her flushed and panting face.
The impassioned teacher hungrily skewered her hips back onto the monstrous slamming penis still spewing its load of heated cum into the eagerly working wetness of her cunt and, with a wail, felt her nakedly kneeling body soar up and explode into what seemed like a shower of blazing comets coursing through her being with a wild raw ecstasy that sent her brain whirling crazily. Vaguely, from some far distance, she heard her own shrill voice screaming, "I'm cumming! I'm cumming. Aiiiieee, I'm cumming." She convulsed so wildly in her rapture that two boys had to hold her down against the table. And then ... a moment later, her strength was exhausted, and she collapsed down on the tabletop as Mick's huge cock popped lifelessly from her passion-drenched pussy with a lewd sucking noise. Refreshing wafts of cool air rushed into the now empty opening as her nakedly twitching body lay limp and spent on the sweat and cum-slippery wood.
After that, Jessica had little conception of time or faces, and she wildly and gratefully fucked and sucked the seemingly endless procession of virile young cocks that surrounded her. The lovely dark-haired teacher was now beyond humiliation or any kind of thought. Her curvaceous body still reacted automatically with orgasm after orgasm, but her strength had left her and she mechanically did as she was told.
She felt like nothing but a mindless body now, an unthinking doll to be used by the youngsters in their selfish quests for sensual satisfaction. For a seeming eternity, there was nothing in her world but cocks ... big cocks, little cocks, long, short, thick, skinny ... cocks to fuck and cocks to suck. It didn't matter any more.
And even the group of senior boys apparently forgot their original unselfish purpose in ravishing the gorgeous teacher, but that didn't matter either. For sometime in the course of the orgiastic activities, the swinging door from the gymnasium was pushed open and Darrel's blonde head peered in. Blue eyes, already red-rimmed from tears of disappointment, grew round with horror and despair. The door had closed again quickly, and in the wild excitement of the sex party in the boys' locker room, no one noticed the angry sound of footsteps as Darrel stormed away. Unknown to any of the participants in the orgy, the youngster had seen everything he was meant to hear about and, without further prodding from Mick, he came to the conclusion Mick had hoped for.
Hurt and confused, Darrel decided on the walk to his home that he would be better off with a girl closer to his own age. He didn't understand older women at all. He felt stupid and foolish now, thinking that he had gone back to the gymnasium to tell Jessica that he would wait for her until she thought he was old enough.
Back in the locker room, it was dark before the last of the senior boys had taken their fill of the shapely gym teacher. After they left, Jessica wearily dragged her battered body from the table, cleaning herself as best she could with the towels that the boys had left there. The only thought in her dazed mind was that somehow she would have to drag her ravaged body from the school before the night watchman arrived.
Moaning softly at the aches and bruises that seemed to mark every muscle in her body, she stumbled through the room, grasping at walls for support as she frantically put on her scattered clothing. It was too soon for her to try to understand all that had occurred that afternoon. It was only Wednesday, but she knew she would have to take the day off tomorrow. Going into Fred's office, she hurriedly scribbled a note that she felt too sick to come in Thursday and then wearily left the school.
CHAPTER SEVEN
It was Thursday afternoon and Jessica Morton sat in the breakfast nook of her little house in Green Valley, staring unseeingly out the window at the endless rows of blossoming apple trees that filled the orchard that bordered on the back of her property. It was a breathtakingly beautiful spring day, but she was in no mood to enjoy the glories of nature. Today, the sparkling May sunlight seemed to mock her, and her aching muscles felt as old as the world seemed young. Never before in all her years had she lost control of what was happening in her own life and, for one bitter moment, she wondered if it were really worth living through today just to get to tomorrow.
A second later, she shrugged away the fleeting moment of self-pity and poured herself another cup of coffee from the steaming pot she had just made. Though it was after four o'clock in the afternoon, she had somehow slept all the way through the day until a half an hour ago. Once she woke up completely, she wanted to start sorting out everything that had happened to her in the last few days and, if she were lucky, she would be able to decide what to do about it.
Sipping the hot black brew, Jessica suddenly remembered that she had more urgent problems to consider right now. Her whole career as a teacher and perhaps her very freedom had been jeopardized by last night's orgy in the boys' locker room. There was no doubt that if word of the scandalous sex party ever reached the ears of any of the boys' parents or a school official, she would be arrested without delay. Still, the dark-haired beauty sensed that if she could only come to terms with her own personal feelings, she might somehow be able to cope with the other problems that might occur.
She had slept fitfully last night, lying awake in the darkness for hours at a time as she mentally relived the terrifying experiences she had endured yesterday after school, a captive and helpless woman, on that hard wooden table as one boy after another had thrust his virile young penis into her defenseless vagina or mouth, using her body as a mindless mass of human flesh on which to vent their lust. But it was not the horror of the experience that had haunted her sleep ... no, what the boys had done to her had not been half as bad as the unavoidable fact that she had enjoyed it -enjoyed almost every moment of that filthy obscene afternoon. What kind of person was she?
This was the question which had tormented her long after she had stumbled exhaustedly home and fallen into bed. Terrible visions of vileness and depravity had filled her mind, making her wonder if she were not someone entirely different from the wholesome, fresh-faced woman she had seen in the mirror for all her years as an adult.
But now, as she sat in her simple blue silk bathrobe, pensively sipping her coffee, Jessie decided that she had probably been a little hysterical with shock last night in bed. After all, there was no doubt that she had been forced to do everything she had done yesterday afternoon and her muscles still hurt from the brutal ravishment she had undergone. She knew that the emotional scars from that experience would be with her for many years, but at least it was already in the past. It could never happen to her again.
Or could it?
Jessica's hand suddenly began to tremble, spilling coffee over the sun-dappled tablecloth as she abruptly realized that any one of those boys could blackmail her again and again, as many times as they wanted, in the same way they had forced her to submit to them in the locker room. And it could get even worse, with each of them whispering the secret to their friends until everyone knew about it. She would be no better than a whore for the boys of the school if word didn't reach the police or their parents first!
She would have to quit her job, she rapidly decided, trying to stifle the panic she felt rising within her like a scream. She would have to leave town, fast, before the news could spread! For a moment, tears rose to her eyes as she thought of leaving the beautiful Oregon valley that had been her home ever since she graduated from college, but she angrily blinked them back. She would have plenty of time to feel sorry for herself, later, when she was safely away. God only knew how much time she actually had left before her actions caught up with her.
Shakily placing her empty cup back in its saucer, she rose from the table. Trying desperately to be logical about what she was doing, she cast a quick eye over the dining room to decide what she wanted to take with her. Then, choking back another sob, she rushed into the bedroom to start packing her clothes.
At that moment, she heard a heavy knocking at the front door of her home. Her first reaction was panic and she stood in her bedroom, staring wide-eyed toward the front of the house, wondering how they could have found out so soon. For a moment, she considered throwing on some clothes and slipping out the back door, but then her usual presence of mind returned to her. If the police or some parents had come to have a showdown with her already, it would do her no good to run. Probably it would only make matters worse when they caught up with her. Shutting her mind to all fear, she walked calmly to the front of the house.
"Who is it?" she called from behind the closed door.
"It's Fred, Jessie. I want to talk to you."
The gorgeous brunette wanted to weep with relief. If there was anyone she could talk to at a time like this, it would be Fred. Maybe if she could somehow find the courage to tell him about what had happened, he would help her to escape from the town, she thought excitedly as she pulled open the front door. There was no one else she could depend on now.
"Come in, Fred," she said, forcing a smile as he walked past her into the living room. "I'm very, very glad to see you."
The brawny blonde man, still in the suit and tie he had worn for the dancing class that day, seemed not to hear her greeting and sat down on the couch, placing a newspaper-wrapped package on the cushion beside him.
Too delighted that he had come to notice anything strange, Jessica closed the door and went over to set on the other end of the long sofa. "I'm really glad you came over to visit, Fred," she said, brightening already at the prospect of some sympathetic assistance. "I was just thinking how much I'd like some company."
"Is that so?" he answered shortly, his eyebrows raising. "Too bad you have to settle for me today."
"Oh, Fred, don't be silly," she said gaily then stopped. Her mind went back over his words and she frowned anxiously. "Is ... is something wrong?"
The good-looking blonde man looked up from where he had been glaring down at the floor and stared penetratingly into her big brown eyes. After a moment, he looked down again and sighed heavily. "Jessie, I've been in love with you for more years than I care to think about," he began slowly, still not meeting her eyes. "I've listened to your problems, babied you through your grouches, always thinking that when you finally decided to settle down, you might think of me."
"Oh, Fred . , . " Jessica gazed at him, wide-eyed and not certain she was hearing correctly. His words filled her with a happiness she could barely understand.
"I never wanted to push you," he went on, his voice still flat and expressionless. "I guess I thought you were nursing a broken heart or something. I knew, or I thought I knew, you weren't interested in anyone else."
"I wasn't, Fred! Oh, I never was!" she exclaimed joyfully. It was so right, so simple, the lovely dark-haired woman suddenly realized. In a flash, all the unhappiness of the past few days seemed to evaporate as she realized how easy it would be to love the steady, sober, handsome man she had worked with all these years. Why hadn't she seen it before? What a fool she'd been, what a stupid little fool, mourning over Danny when she'd had a wonderful man beside her all the time!
"Of course not, Jessie," Fred answered in the same dead tone. He picked up the package beside him on the couch and held it out to her. "Here's a little something for you."
Puzzled, Jessica smiled tentatively and took the newspaper-wrapped bundle from his hands. There was something strange, almost threatening about the look on Fred's usually cheerful face and she picked at the paper hesitantly. The wrapping seemed to fall away in her fingers, and suddenly she found herself looking down into a crumbled heap of still, yellow-stained gym towels, topped by a neatly folded pair of white panties. The panties were embroidered in pink thread with the letters "JM".
"I found them in the locker room this morning," Fred's dry emotionless voice reached her ears. "In the boys' locker room."
Jessica's heart leapt almost into her throat as her mind tried to digest what the husky fair-haired man beside her had just said. Those were her own panties, and she could barely believe that she had actually forgotten them last night until she suddenly remembered that she had had trouble finding them. Could she have been so dazed and shocked that she had forgotten them altogether? The answer was lying right in her hands.
"Oh, those boys," she tried to laugh. "Somebody probably brought a girl into the locker room after school. I guess we'll have to start locking it up." Her voice sounded weak and uncertain, even to herself, and she guiltily avoided Fred's accusing eyes.
"Yeah, but who's going to lock up the girl?" he inquired angrily.
Unable to conceal her shame any longer, Jessica hung her head and stared miserably down into the pile of dirty linens that carried the lewd sperm of the boys who had ravished her defenseless body yesterday afternoon. She felt like the lowest whore in creation, and she could no longer hide her feelings. Salty scalding tears overflowed her eyes and trickled down the creamy smooth skin of her cheeks.
"I w-was forced, Fred," she offered tremulously. "They raped me."
"Listen, Jessie, I work in that locker room, remember?" he snapped, his whole body shaking with fury at her confession. "Did Darrel Beck force you? I doubt it not after what I've been seeing for the past few days. I had to talk with every one of those kids you were with yesterday and that stupid Beck as well! They've been threatened with expulsion and being beaten within an inch of their lives if another soul ever hears about this!"
"You did that?" the beautiful woman breathed, looking up with new hope. "You mean, they won't do it again? I might be safe now?"
The blonde man looked back at her with undisguised disgust and nodded his head. "Yeah. I was sorry to ruin your fun, but I didn't want my classes disrupted anymore. From now on, you're going to have to find your entertainment outside the school."
Jessica was too happily relieved to care what he said to her at that moment. It was almost too much to believe that she might be able to continue working at the high school, with Fred protecting her from anymore attacks. Unable to contain her joy, she slid across the sofa and enveloped the frowning man in a grateful embrace.
"Oh, Fred, darling, I'll never be able to thank you enough," she gasped. "You've saved my life! I'd do anything for you!"
At that moment, Fred could feel nothing but numb revulsion toward the woman whom he had longed for until this day. He coolly unwrapped her arms from around his neck and pushed her away. Obviously hurt, she sat up stiffly beside him, tightening the belt of her robe, but not before he had caught sight of the voluptuous curve of one billowing breast beneath. He swallowed tightly and looked away, suddenly remembering all too clearly the countless nights he had lain awake, dreaming of the beautiful body that now perched haughtily beside him on the sofa.
"Perhaps it's time you left," Jessica suggested icily. She was fuming with anger now, thinking to herself how rotten he was to treat her this way after all she had been through. No matter what she had done, she didn't have to be treated like a stupid slut who had no feelings.
Fred gazed at her, feeling the slow anger that had been simmering within him ever since he had first heard the boys gossiping in a corner of the gymnasium before the last class of the day, begin to ignite. He stared at her, his mind packed with jealous visions of Jessie's perfect body writhing passionately as she fucked those teenage students in the locker room, and he could feel himself losing all control over his feelings.
"Well, I think it's time for something else," he suddenly blurted out, nodding in vengeful determination. "Something I've been thinking about for a long time."
Jessica cringed automatically as he lifted his hand, but when it descended, it passed by her face and grabbed the front of the blue silk robe tearing the front open to expose her naked flesh beneath. "I think that after all these years, I deserve a little bit of what you've been passing around to my students."
At his crude words, all of her shame and guilt suddenly returned and she could not find the strength to fight against him. But he'd said he loved her, she remembered, and managed to plead, "Fred, don't make it ugly, please..."
Her words faded away as his eager hands pulled her robe completely off her shoulders. The fair-haired man's eyes locked on the lushly ripened body that seemed to him like nothing so much as a taunting reminder of all his years of loneliness, and his face showed a strange mixture of anger and wistfulness.
"Sure, it's my turn now," Fred growled almost to himself as he raped her with his eyes.
"Fred, please ... what are you thinking . , . ? I didn't mean..." Jessica weakly protested as she tried vainly to cover her voluptuous body with her hands. She had never felt so exposed in her life as she felt her old friend's eyes exploring her body with increasing excitement. "This is insane, Fred. You can't really mean you're going to..."
"Why not? Everyone else has," he said uncaringly as he stood up and began to tear off his suit. His eyes were lustful and bitter as he added in a distinctly threatening tone of voice, "And you'd better not give me anymore argument, lady, because without me to keep those boys in line, you'd be in a whole lot of trouble."
Jessica was still for a moment, clearing her mind of all thought, then nodded in unhappy submission. She knew better than to let her mind dwell on what was about to occur, or she would never be able to get through it again. Though a part of her was still infuriated with him for the treatment he so callously gave her, she forced herself to ignore it. She knew she could never afford to displease him again.
Her mind tried to formulate plans of escape but she struggled against them. She did not want to think at all now and wanted only blankness to help her endure this ordeal. Obediently, she waited on the couch as he took off the last of his clothing, seeing for the first time what her friend was like naked. Though Fred was a medium-sized man, his stocky body rippled with perfectly developed muscles. The penis that hung down from below his sinewy belly was long and thick, and the weighty balls swayed ponderously between his legs as he stroked his rigid shaft to readiness, moving the thick foreskin back and forth over the great plum-colored head.
Butterflies flitted through Jessica's stomach as she tried to keep from thinking how it would feel when this surprisingly desirable man touched her private parts. But then, as Fred sat down beside her again on the couch and began softly stroking her upper thigh, the beautiful teacher was horrified to realize that wispy tendrils of unwanted desire were almost automatically following the path of his teasing fingers. What had happened to her in the past few days? She wondered in astonishment. Here she was selling her body like a whore, even though the price was her own freedom, and this same body was already betraying her!
No, this time she would not give in to the temptation of her senses, the anguished brunette firmly vowed to herself, as her rebellious nerves became alert to his caressing fingers searching over the soft ivory surfaces of her body. A rash of goose bumps rose over her sensitive skin as Fred's fingertips danced teasingly over the peach-tinted peaks of her full, snowy white breasts. A moan forced its way past the beautiful woman's trembling lips as he reached downward to her belly to force her unresisting thighs apart and pinch tauntingly at the delicious narrow slit between them. Oh God! She must stop him. He must not see her in all her wantonness. His hands were rekindling that searing blaze in her belly. No! She couldn't let him. She had to stop him.
Fred stroked his throbbing penis slowly, with conscious lewdness, as he gazed delightedly at the hair-covered triangle up between her slightly parted legs. All his dreams were shattered now, and he angrily savored her discomfort as his greedy eyes feasted on her flawless body. He watched her cheeks change from white to a flushed pink until she finally shuddered and gasped: "No! Please, Fred don't touch me! I've changed my mind!"
"You can't afford to change your mind, Jessie," he snarled vindictively as he forced his outstretched middle finger between the ragged pink folds of her pussy to teasingly caress the tiny bud of her clitoris. "Or would you rather service all the little boys in the school?"
"It doesn't matter," she murmured in abject misery. "I just can't do it! Do you hear me, I can't!"
"You managed all right yesterday," he replied as he reached out and squeezed one of her full heaving breasts. He leaned forward, his fingers traveling hungrily over her soft warm flesh as his thickly swollen penis reached full erection, pressing against the smooth satiny skin of her thigh.
"Please, Fred ... have pity!" she gasped, cringing back into the cushions as painful memories of the savage rape of the night before passed through her mind. But the male teacher simply ignored her frightened plea and moved his other hand to quickly slip two fingers into the tight warm tunnel between her legs. He methodically rotated them in her moist vagina, watching the shapely woman's face as she fought the sensation of the teasing probe, desperately struggled against surrender to it.
"Stop, stop it, pleeeeease," she groaned again, even as her wayward body suddenly betrayed her. Without any conscious decision on her part, Jessica's flaring hips began to move in slow, almost imperceptible circles, grinding up to meet the rhythmic penetration of Fred's fingers in her hotly awakening cunt.
In the next moment, she realized her body's involuntary reaction, but just as she was about to tense her muscles against it, her defiance faded and she remembered the terrible lever Fred held over her head. If she continued to resist him, he might stop protecting her from the boys, and besides, she thought bitterly, what difference could one more time make anyway? With that thought the dark-haired teacher ceased to struggle against the erotic sensations that were rippling through her flesh, and she allowed her body to respond fully to Fred's gently stroking fingers. Within moments, her skin tingled as though he were turning the entire surface of her body into a white-hot sheet of flame with his petting, probing hands.
As the other teacher's insulting fingers darted maddeningly in and out of her rapidly moistening pussy, she gradually relaxed her legs until they had fallen loosely apart. She could feel his hotly pressuring cock forcing itself against the yielding softness of her hip. The silky crisp blonde hairs on Fred's legs played against the tender flesh of her own legs as he moved even closer to her. The gorgeous brunette's rounded buttocks began to rotate hungrily on the couch cushions as she became aware of the searing blaze that burned deep in her belly, crying to be quenched by the long rod of stiffened male flesh that now dug insistently into her hip.
Fred sensed his victory.
Slowly withdrawing his glistening fingers from her hungrily clasping cunt, he stood up. Though his long rigid cock was throbbing with the force of his lust, he still felt the blazing anger at what she had done and he stared down at her coldly.
"Get up, bitch," he commanded gruffly.
"And lean over the back of the couch. I don't want to see your face when I screw you!"
Jessica recoiled from his harsh words, almost cringing. A tremor of fear passed briefly through her, then faded as she remembered that morals no longer hindered her. Her fluttering vagina was hopelessly drenched from his stroking fingers and she knew that any further protest would be futile and meaningless. Submitting to his demand, the lush-bodied woman rose to her knees and leaned over the cushions behind her, resting her arms on the fabric so that the pale white orbs of her buttocks were presented up to him. Wanting it to end as soon as she could, the beautiful teacher voluntarily reached back behind her and took hold of the throbbingly hard penis and worked the lust-bloated cock head up and down the full slit of her naked pussy, lubricating the long, stiff member in her flowing cuntal juices.
Behind her, Fred stared down at her action, aroused and yet somehow doubly annoyed at her unasked for assistance. In his jealous fury, he could think of nothing but that she had turned into such a whore that she was actually trying to rush him into fucking her. After all these years of waiting and searching for the right moment to tell her of his love, Fred's disillusionment was so great that he resented giving Jessica any pleasure at all while he was taking his revenge. For a moment, he considered walking behind the couch so that he could ram his cock into her mouth, but then his eyes lighted on the tiny brown ring of her anus nestled in the cleft of her buttocks above the moistly throbbing opening of her pussy. His gaze hardened as he made the decision to sodomize the unfaithful bitch. Why not? he mused, relishing the idea of such a vengeance. It would teach the stuck-up slut not to seduce youngsters half her own age, and more important, it would make him feel a little better about being made a fool of in his own eyes. His sperm-bloated balls tingled with angry passion as his fingers sunk harshly into the pliant flesh of her resilient white buttocks and pulled them apart, wider and wider until the tiny puckered hole parted slightly. Sure, he'd fuck the little bitch in her ass!
"Fred, what are you doing? Fred ... ! " Jessica gasped as she felt his hands cruelly spreading her ass-cheeks until it almost hurt.
"Shut up and spread your legs wider," Fred snarled coldly. He thrust his knees between her inner thighs, spreading them until Jessica thought she would surely lose her balance and fall over the couch.
Then suddenly, she felt his outstretched finger probing at the defensively puckering hole of her anus. She winced, jumping forward slightly as his fingertip strained through the tight outer ring of flesh. It hurt for a moment and then a sensation of surprising pleasure flickered through her nerves. Her taut muscles relaxed momentarily until she abruptly realized what he was planning to do to her. Immediately her entire bent-over body tensed in fright.
"Oh my God, not that! You can't, Fred, not there, please!"
Oblivious to her anguished pleas and squirming, he shoved another finger in beside the first. This time it hurt and Jessica tried to pull away from him, but his fingers were firmly embedded in her tightly resisting back passage and his other hand was clamped securely around her tiny waist. She shuddered in pain as her former friend began to move his fingers around inside the painfully expanding hole, sawing viciously in and out, preparing her tiny anus for the greater entry yet to come.
Jessica's face began to register astonishment as the torturous pain from the unnatural invasion of her backside began to fade and be replaced by a strange, almost masochistic pleasure as a sense of oddly-appealing subjugation swept over her. Her mouth opened and she began to breathe heavily as the two fingers skewered ceaselessly in and out of her anus, stretching the little opening until she grunted out a confused mixture of pleasure and pain each time Fred twisted his hand. The beautiful brunette started to writhe in a new surrender to the strange probing.
As abruptly as he had driven the fingers in, the hotly panting man withdrew them from her stretched rectum. They seemed to slip out reluctantly, the moist brown skin around her anus clasping greedily to the digits until at last they popped out with a slight sucking sound. Fred paused to force her legs wider apart with his knees, then his head dove down between her parted ass-cheeks to wetly lick at the crevice between them, moistening the puckering little hole with his saliva.
"Take my cock," he snapped from behind her, "and put it in your ass-hole."
The gorgeous teacher's hand moved hesitantly back to tentatively stroke Fred's rock-hard cock, and she heard him gasp as she wrapped her slim fingers around it experimentally. Her mind was torn with indecision as she realized fearfully that the fleshy rod was thicker than two fingers, and she remembered the excruciating pain she had suffered just a few moments ago when he had shoved the two fingers inside of her tiny back opening.
"Goddamnit, bitch, put it in your ass-hole!" the wildly aroused man snarled again, his hands grasping harshly at her hips to hold them steady in the air. "Do as I tell you!"
Submitting automatically to the blunt command, Jessica held her breath and fearfully placed the thick tip of the rigidly pulsing cock against her small puckered anus as the embittered man grunted and strained forward against her naked captive body. The rampant penis was already slowly wedging itself into the tiny aperture, and the beautiful brunette clenched her eyes tightly shut as the straining nether ring suddenly gave way before the relentless pressure and the swollen glans slipped inside her rectum with a slight audible pop.
"Oh God, nooooo! It's too big! You're killing meeee!" she burst out in an anguished cry as spasms of unbearable pain rippled outward from the unnatural entry. The subserviently kneeling woman struggled and writhed, trying to free herself from the agony of the sudden penetration that vibrated through every fiber of her being, but her insane quivering only served to drive the fiery pole of flesh further up into her tightly resisting rectum.
"Push back, damn you! Shove your ass back!" Fred growled furiously as he pressured on with his sadistic attack on Jessica's cringing buttocks.
In her tortured distraction, the anguished woman unthinkingly obeyed his command, and when she deliberately opened her tightly-clenched buttocks, the long gleaming cock surged mercilessly into the spongy resilient flesh of her rectum as the panting man behind her pressed forward with all his muscular strength.
"Aaaaaaagggh! Noooooooo!" she groaned, her face twisting in pain as his pelvis smacked loudly against the softness of her twin white buttocks. The cruel fleshy thickness was buried to the hilt in her painfully-distended back passage. She was hopelessly impaled on the long throbbing cock.
Leering like a demon down at the sight of his hefty penis embedded deep in the hotly quivering rectum of the exquisite dark-haired woman, Fred began to fuck rhythmically in and out of the pink inflamed passage, ignoring the piteous sobs of pain that escaped from her tortured lips. He pistoned into her warm velvety rectum with hard cruel thrusts, delightedly watching the raw stretched flesh that clung to his thick cock on the backstroke as though her anus were fighting his penis's withdrawal.
Then, without warning, the distressed teacher began to feel the pain miraculously lessening and a weird kind of pleasure taking its place. She began to squirm back to meet the skewering lunges of his hotly impaling member, and she shook her head from side to side, her brown locks flying wildly around her face as he rammed into her again and again. Her anal muscles tightened throbbingly around the long slippery length pistoning in and out of her stretched rear passage, and she began to undulate her buttocks in tight little circles, waving the full-rounded cheeks of her soft white ass back at Fred in open invitation for more of the unnatural reaming. Even though some trace of the pain still remained, it was strangely pleasurable, and she found herself thrusting and squirming back to get more and more of the obscene impalement each time the gasping man jerked forward into her loins.
Standing behind her, the handsome blonde man watched in wild delight as his thick cock pushed and pulled at the straining pink flesh of Jessica's clasping rectal mouth. He began a series of brutal strokes that sent his pulsating member plunging all the way up to the base in the moaning teacher's wide-split crevice, filling her insides. Her full white breasts jiggled sensuously against the back of the couch with each pounding lunge, and his cum-filled balls smacked rhythmically against her defenseless little cunt below, bringing further mewlings and cries of pleasure boiling out of her mouth.
Sweat pearled Jessica's forehead as she ground back on the sodomizing cock like an insane woman, bucking and writhing her nakedly kneeling body beneath his assault. "Oh, fuck it, fuck it," she chanted deliriously as the gym teacher pressed his groin tightly against her soft upturned buttocks and rotated his blunt cock-head around and around deep inside the warm buttery depths of her rectum.
Her obvious surrender added to his lewd excitement and in a sadistic effort to tease the beautiful woman, Fred pulled his deeply implanted penis almost all the way out of her tight little rectum until just the flared head rested inside the hot velvety passage. He grinned in obscene triumph as he saw her trying to squirm back on its rigid, wetly glistening length.
But the lewd spectacle inflamed his own lust as well and, with a hoarse groan, he pulled her ass-cheeks wider apart and drove his pelvis into her softly yielding rectum with a vicious smack, that jarred her helpless body. He began to fuck rapidly into her, hard and deep, battering into her quivering backside with brutal slaps that resounded through the house. His sweating face dripped on her lovely hollowing back, making it glisten in the pale afternoon sunlight in the room. He had now completely lost control of his obscene lust, and he felt his cock expanding in the warmth of Jessica's expanded rectum. His bloated balls began to throb almost painfully, and his lust-hardened penis felt as though it were about to explode into the tight rubbery grip of the gorgeous woman's vise-like rectal passage.
Below him, Jessica was mumbling and whimpering incoherently, and he increased the speed and power of his strokes until the couch began to rattle and shake with every lunge. She wanted him to shoot his great load of seething liquid deep into her belly. She could feel a great wetness in the crevice of her writhing ass-cheeks, and there was no longer any of the former pain ... but only a lovely feeling of being filled ... filled more completely than she had ever been filled before! She bucked frantically back against the thick straining cock as she felt it ballooning into an even greater size, widening the ravaged muscles of her forever-stretched anus almost beyond endurance.
"Oh, cum, cum! My God, cum!" she grunted with lewd urgency as she felt him cram the total expanded measure of his long hammering penis far up into her wildly quivering rectum, his body jerking convulsively, his hands tearing at her flesh in wild abandon.
Jessica suddenly heard him gasp and groan behind her as he slammed the length of his heavily-swollen penis into her contracting rectum, causing her to whine in a delirium of joy. He did it again, roughly pulling her back onto him as though he were fitting a tight sleeve on an oversized arm, then rotated the throbbingly lust-inflated cock deep up inside her belly once more. She mewled with delight. The boiling lava of his milky sperm began to churn wildly in his swaying balls and, with one last tremendous thrust, he crushed into her buttocks, flattening the smoothly working globes of flesh against his exploding loins.
Beneath his writhing body, Jessica felt the first delicious torrents of his hot white liquid erupt into the depths of her belly. She gasped with surprise and then pleasure as its warmth spread through her stomach and surged through her blossoming nerve ends like a volcanic eruption, gush after gush, touching off a orgasm she had neither expected nor worked for. She thrust her face into her arms to muffle her screams as a great surge of animal ecstasy rippled through her cock-impaled body, and she felt her own orgiastic fluids begin to stream from her wildly rippling cunt below to trickle down her thighs to mix with the sperm that had oozed out around the still-squirting penis buried in her flooded rectum.
Then she slowly collapsed on the sofa as she felt Fred gently withdraw his rapidly deflating cock from her sperm-filled behind. There was a wet sucking noise as it slipped out from between the full white moons of her buttocks, and a sudden rush of air cooled the steamy wetness of her ravaged loins as she sprawled in exhausted satiation across the cushions. Her body felt used, but strangely contented beyond belief as she wearily laid her arm across Fred's hairy thigh when he sat down on the edge of the couch beside her.
They were both speechless for many moments as they struggled to catch their breath. Finally, Jessica found the strength to say something that was on her mind.
"I guess you hate me now, Fred, and I don't blame you at all," she said quietly. "Still, I want to thank you. For some strange reason, that was very, very nice. I know you're a good man, and I guess I know why you did it that way. It will probably never happen again, but I'm glad it did."
Her softly rueful words seemed to hang in the air for many minutes as Fred gazed down at her naked, sweat-glistening body, her perfect contours almost unbelievably sensual in the soft light from the sunset outside the living room window. When his sperm had erupted into her tightly clenching rectum, he had lost track of his anger, and now he was having trouble finding it again. Suddenly, he found himself looking at Jessie as a normal woman, and not just the cool beautiful doll who had been haunting his lonely dreams all these years. For the first time since he had heard about the orgy in the locker room and her seduction of Darrel, he began to wonder how and why it had all happened. His blue eyes were soft with feeling as he trailed his fingertips tenderly down her flushed cheeks.
"You were going to tell me a long, sad story the other day, remember?" he finally whispered. "Why don't you tell me now?" I'm not making any promises, Coach, but maybe we could find some kind of happy ending."
Her eyes were luminous with gratitude and joy as she lifted her head up to face him. For a long moment they gazed silently at each other, and Jessica wondered how she could have known this man for so many years without seeing him as she did now. There was no fear or suspicion in her eyes as she nodded and began to tell him about herself for the second time that week.
And as she spoke haltingly, it slowly came to them both that Jessica Morton had finally found a man she could love more than her memories.
