This penetrating novel of older women and their lust for teenage boys has a clarity and lucidity to it which allows the telling points of its author's thesis to be presented on both an emotional as well as an intellectual level. Such an involvement is required, for The Teachers Two is concerned with more than merely the solitary example herein depicted; it is as concerned with the revolution of standards and morals which are allowing such incidents to flourish increasingly with every passing year.
Certain critics have voiced the opinion that Cylvia Wheyman's physical and mental submission in the first instance indicates an inate flaw of character that no degree of later courage as when she is faced with a sordid blackmail threat can rectify. But the author, Jon Reskind, obviously disagrees, presenting instead the conviction that Cylvia's actions are the result of inherent courage. All of us are compelled by our emotions, some more than others, and to commit an act of which we are ashamed frequently can be forgivable, for we are all equal transgressors. It is how and why we recover, what urges us on to continue the business of living, which is important. Thus, this lovely though sexually maladjusted school teacher reacts not only in very human terms, but in ones which indicate a true strength of character.
Moreover, woven within this candid story of her development, is a parallel one of her fifteen year old tormentors. The young boys are personifications of the emotional immaturity of our modern times and the vast gulf separating the ethics and ideals of one generation and another. This is basically a story of good and evil, of strengths and temptations, and the tempering of a disturbed young woman into realizing what she is and who she is underneath the superficial shackles of American culture.
The compelling climax, in which Mr. Reskind has pitted all the contrasting elements and allowed them to sort themselves out for themselves in a realistic fashion, shows the need for thoughtful contemplation as to where we, as a nation, are heading with our current philosophies. We hope that you, the reader, will not enjoy this tale of courage and character, but will take time to ponder the questions and answers, this fine novel raises.
CHAPTER ONE
The Sherbourne Arms was not much as Southern California apartment houses go. It was fifteen years old, a gray brick, five-story cube set back from the residential street by a row of palm trees and flat, tired grass. But in the back, shielded from the neighbors by a redwood fence and high, protective shrubs and trees, was a kidney-shaped swimming pool, a well landscaped patio and grounds. The apartments facing the pool had little balconies, which made things nicer. Still, it was just second rate, compared to the other imagine condominiums and apartment complexes which were sprouting up all over Heron Springs.
Heron Springs, California, was jokingly called by its residents as "Poodle Springs," because it seemed as though every third person owned a poodle. Other kinds of dogs were frowned upon; poodles were the breed favored by the rich divorcees, widowed matrons, and actresses who occasionally came to the town to get away from Hollywood. Heron Springs, in other words, was posh property; and middle-class apartment houses such as the Sherbourne Arms were few and far between. Because of its more reasonable rents, it catered to the newly married locals, the retired ones not very wealthy, young couples with children, and school teachers.
On this late Friday afternoon, the swimming pool was jammed with nearly naked bodies, and the grounds were littered with other tenants enjoying the hot September sun. Many of the balconies were occupied by men and women, sitting in chairs and chaise lounges, some under the shade of small beach umbrellas. Everybody wore the least amount of clothing permissible, with lovely young girls and mothers frolicking with unabashed delight in colorful, revealing bikinis, while men and boys laughed and sported in rarely more than the smallest and tightest of swim trunks.
Toward one side was a secluded area, like a small grotto, formed by the rolling of the grassy lawn and a crescent of bottle bush and Joshua trees. A flag stone path led from this grotto down to the green tiled border of the pool, and another path curved around to the southern entrance to the building. In the middle of the grotto, the flagstones widened out into a patio, complete with several brightly colored lounge chairs and two white metal tables with barber striped umbrellas shading them.
At one of the tables sat a tall, ash-blonde woman wearing a brilliant cobalt blue bikini which matched her deep eyes. Bronzed from the sun, she had a smooth, taut stomach, and fine high breasts concealed by the narrow strip of her suit top; no whiteness showed at all on the plentiful amount of naked bosom which was exposed. The bottom section outlined her tight, slightly protruding pubic mound, and revealed firm, round thighs before tucking into the crevice between her smooth globular buttocks, leaving the brown curve of her hips almost entirely naked.
Cylvia Wheyman was a thirty-three year old woman any man would have been proud to call his wife, but Cylvia was not married. Her breasts were still firm and well formed like those of a young girl's half her age, and often she had been asked for identification when stopping in a cocktail lounge for a drink. Her face was sort of pouty, giving a sensual, flirtatious look with its small nose and full ripe lips and large, liquid eyes. There was nothing aloof about Cylvia's features; she looked to be pure animal, pure female. Unfortunately, she hated every facet of her obvious attractiveness. At the moment, she was feeling extremely sorry for her mental as well as physical make-up, and in an effort to soothe her trembling emotions, was drinking rum cocktails.
A pitcher full of the cocktail mix was on the table beside her, and her glass hadn't been empty since her roommate, Willow Davis, had brought the pitcher and glasses down with her a couple of hours before. That had been right after school let out, but the sun was still bright and hot, and would be for another few hours. It promised to be a warm, lazy evening and hopefully a quiet one, with just her and Willow and maybe some soft music on the record player. She wanted a period of relaxation badly, after what had happened to her last night . . .
She set her now empty glass down as Willow, sitting across from her, silently poured another round in both their glasses. Cylvia took it automatically, nodding her thanks to the other woman, and sipped the Bacardi and mix. It was refreshingly tart, without the alcoholic taste she didn't care for in most drinks. The alcohol already in her blood stream was making things a bit hazy and distant, but had not been entirely able to dispel the sensations of shame and guilt quivering in the depths of her belly.
God, if only she had been born a plain girl, men wouldn't forever be forcing their sordid attentions on her. She would probably have been married now, settled down with children of her own, never bothered by the curse of being wanted solely for her beauty. But that was not to be ... as her date last night with Hillary Conklin had so undeniably proved.
Hillary Conklin, Shop teacher at Heron High. . . God! He was so handsome and masculine, the perfect catch for which every single woman teacher at Heron High dreamed. And when she, Cylvia, had begun the new school term as Social Studies teacher, it was soon obvious that he was ardently attracted to her right from the beginning. The other women teachers were envious, including her raven-haired roommate, Willow Davis, the principal's secretary, with whom she shared an apartment at Sherbourne Arms. And yet, Cylvia had wanted nothing to do with him, nothing at all, ever!
Hillary Conklin was a man. A man who, like all other men, desired nothing more than to make brutal, rapacious love to her. He was a man like her own stepfather had been the night he had crept into her bedroom when she'd been twelve and her mother had been away, and had callously, drunkenly raped her with his hard, battering male member. Her mother had always warned her that men were nasty and animalistic, and her first sight of the turgid, blood filled penis which had stuck menacingly out from his heavy, overhanging belly had made her cower under the covers and whimper with abject fear.
Her father had attacked her that night, tearing her virginity away with pain and suffering so acute that she had passed out. He had been the beast her mother had always warned her about, and he had continued to use her innocent young body whenever he'd had the devil's urge, until she'd been fifteen and couldn't stand it any longer. She had told her mother, and her mother had her stepfather sent to jail, where as far as Cylvia knew, the brute still was. But ever since then, on through her developing years when the other girls were dating and loving the local men, she had been unable to respond to males the way she knew she should.
It was a situation agonizing enough to tear apart the mental fiber of a stronger woman than her. She had, buried beneath the solid lid of her fears and terrors, a normal and healthy desire for sex and the love a good man could bring her, and she wanted desperately to be able to give of herself to a man in return, for she was not so foolish as to believe romance ended when sexual coupling began. And yet the tormenting part was that she had no desire to have sexual relations with a man, even after a male had aroused her to a fever pitch with caressing hands and plying lips and soft, sultry words of endearment. Cylvia knew all too well, from many previous embarrassing incidents, that with a couple of drinks in her, she would nearly throw herself at a man to whom she was attracted, pitifully hoping that this one would be different. Yes, that this time she would be able to break through the mental bonds which held her from happiness. But though she would be afire with passion and desire, it would never be enough. The threat of having a mature man thrust his thick, blunt-tipped shaft of hardness up into her defenseless belly would instantly turn her cold and barren.
As it had only last night with Hillary Conklin . . .
She recalled the horrid evening as she sat beneath the sun and continually sipped the rum, tormenting herself just as she had a thousand times during the day at school. God, she was so humiliated! She felt the blood rising in her cheeks, and she shifted in the chair uncomfortably, stretching out her long, tapering legs and flouncing her hair with an unconscious gesture of distress. She gazidly feasted over the young people in the swimming pool, some of whom she recognized as being students at her school. Her big blue eyes lingered on their lithe, almost naked adolescent bodies as they splashed gaily and uninhibited in the water. There, she thought thickly with her slightly drunken mind there were little boys and girls just budding with their sexual growth, still too young to be tortured by the distress that she, as an older woman, was feeling all the time. The nubile girls didn't have fathers who raped them; they were still tight and virginal up between their soft curls of pubic hair and slender little vaginal lips. They would not know what a male could do to them until they had matured enough to enjoy the delicious sensations sex could bring and if they did experiment now, it would only be with equally innocent boys whose virile penises would be smaller and slimmer with their boyish immaturity. If only she had been fortunate enough to learn the delightful secrets of sex with a boy her own age back then ... If only she could have experienced her first loves with a lean, youthful hardness that would not have hurt her as fully grown man's massively thick penis had done . . .
But it was too late now, she thought to herself, taking a long swallow. She was over thirty years old, and was already doomed to remain unloved and unmarried, with only her teaching and hobbies to keep her mind and body occupied . . .
Willow Davis suddenly said: "Did I tell you I saw the manager?"
Cylvia's train of thoughts was broken by the cheerful voice, and she glanced at her brunette roommate. "Oh! she responded, shielding her eyes with one arm. "You startled me."
"Lost in thought again." Willow smiled good-naturedly. "As I was telling you, I saw the manager, and he promised to move the big couch up to the apartment tonight."
"Fine, that tiny one of ours isn't any good to sleep on, and when your parents come next month, they'll be able to sleep with us and save money."
"Just what I told him. He says the couch is big enough to be a double bed now, but can open out comfy enough for three."
"That's nice," Cylvia said vaguely, drifting back into her own mind again. God, she had to get her thoughts off what had happened, what always happened to her with a man, but she just simply couldn't find a way of forgetting . . . "There you go again," Willow said. "Thinking about Hillary." Cylvia couldn't help blushing, and awkwardly she tried to cover her flaming embarrassment by stammering: "No, no, I ... I was thinking about the homework I have to correct tonight."
"The hell you were," Willow giggled. She hooked a finger under the elastic leg band of her bikini and stretched the suit material down and around her firm rounded buttocks the way a woman does. "You were thinking about whatever he did to you last night," she taunted lightly. "Boy, the way you looked when you came in last night, crying and all messed up. He must have really worked you over!"
"Please, Willow, I ... I rather not talk about it."
"You sure did last night. I had no idea how hung up you were about sex. You should have told me earlier, Cylvia, and I wouldn't have pressed you into accepting that date with him. I sure can understand your fears of a man, what with your father raping you the way he did."
Willow was referring to the almost hysterical confession Cylvia had blurted out after she had come home from her date with Hillary. Her mind had been so confused and full of shame and loathing that she had been beside herself with torment, and after a slight bit of prodding, she had chokingly told her dark-haired roommate all about her most inner secrets. Now, after a day in which to calm down, Cylvia was acutely embarrassed not only over her actions with Hillary, but with her lack of self-control with Willow.
"Please, Willow, please don't say any more," she moaned through tightly clenched teeth and lips.
"Sure, suit yourself the other woman said with a shrug. "Have another drink of rum to help cool your nerves the ones so worked up over homework."
She laughed and poured from the pitcher, looking over the rim of her glass with twinkling eyes full of humor. Cylvia had met Willow when she'd first gone to Heron High for an orientation meeting, after having been accepted there as a teacher. The other girl had immediately offered to share her apartment when she'd heard that Cylvia was from out of town and didn't have a place to stay. Willow's previous roommate had recently moved out; Cylvia suspected that the other roommate had been a man, but she had never asked outright, and the brunette school secretary had never offered to tell one way or the other.
Cylvia also suspected that her friend might be having an affair with Cordell Forbish, the principal. He was a notorious woman chaser, she'd learned shortly after arriving, and wild stories were told of risque parties in his house high in the hills overlooking Heron Springs. She had the feeling Mr. Forbish was interested in her and that this might have been the reason why she'd been hired. Many other more experienced women had tried to find positions at the high school but said it was impossible. The teacher's union had almost succeeded in convincing Cylvia it would be a waste of time submitting an application before she'd gone ahead and mailed one in anyway. Now, even though she had gotten the job, she was wondering if she wouldn't have been better off in another school district. Cordell Forbish was a widower with a teenage son enrolled in the same school. The Principal was short, bald, with a huge stomach and a continual gleam of perspiration, even in the air conditioned office of his. He always chewed a large, fat cigar between his heavy lips, and he was absolutely repulsive to Cylvia. It was inconceivable to her that Willow was going to bed with him, and yet there was something more to the relationship between them than merely employer secretary. A female can sense such things, especially a woman as sensitive to sexual matters as Cylvia.
If it was true, and the brunette secretary allowing Mr. Forbish to make love to her, it might explain the other feeling Cylvia had that
Willow might be a little jealous of her. She had caused quite a stir in the school when she had started teaching, not only with Mr. Forbish, but with the other male teachers as well. This had taken away some of the attention from Willow, and she knew this hurt the other woman, for her roommate thrived on attention and was quite a beautiful girl in her own right.
Her figure was almost as perfect as Cylvia's, even though she was nearly thirty-five years old. Everything about her was sensual; her soft, raven colored hair fanning down around her shoulders like a black halo, her round face with its cupid bow lips and patrician nose; her conical breasts smaller than Cylvia's but equally taut and upstanding; her flat belly and cute navel, and the gentle sloping of her ripely firm thighs where a triangle of her thin, narrow bikini covered the softly curling pubic hair and the pink, fleshy slit of her vagina; her shapely, slender legs and feet. Yes, Willow Davis was voluptuous perfection that would have been the delight of any sculptor!
Cylvia had found the other woman exceptionally open and far from prudish with her language. Willow made no secret that she enjoyed sex and was constantly eager for the delights that a male could give her body. In spite of their respective moral differences, though, Cylvia had been drawn by the dark-haired woman's refreshing candor, hoping that by being around the other woman she could learn to loosen up a little and be more the healthy, responsive female she so ardently desired to become. Willow would never have rejected Hillary Conklin's advances, Cylvia instinctively knew; Willow would have eagerly joined in and enjoyed the handsome, muscular man's hotly insistent advances, and probably gone to bed with him as a willing, urgently answering partner. Willow would have gone up to Lookout Point after a delicious dinner in one of Heron Spring's most expensive restaurants and would not have made the fool of herself and of Hillary as she had done ... God!
"I could use another refill, Cylvia," Willow said, glancing at the lovely blonde teacher and then picking up the nearly empty pitcher. "This should be the final round. We went through the last a little fast."
"Y-yes, we certainly did," Cylvia answered. Her brain was woozy from the unaccustomed heavy amount of alcohol, and on an empty stomach and raw nerve ends, the rum had gone straight to her head. She realized belatedly that she was almost drunk, and she couldn't recall how many glasses she'd actually consumed. Her empty tumbler was on the metal table, empty from five or six, or who knew how many, cocktails, and worse than being unable to recall how much she'd drunk was the feeling that she didn't really care! That was a sure sign it was time to stop, but Willow was already pouring the last of the rum into her glass.
"I ... I shouldn't have this," she murmured as she raised the glass to her lips.
"Well, we'll go out to dinner after we finish it, then."
"D-dinner? I couldn't, Willow, not tonight."
"It's exactly what you need, Cylvia, take my word for it. Homework, my foot; if you stay around here all night, all you'll do is mope and sulk. You should get out and give your mind something else to think about. I mean it."
"I ... I don't know," she said, weakening to her roommate's arguments and the relaxing of the liquor flowing through her mind. "Maybe just dinner, then, someplace not very imagine."
"Oh, pooh," Willow scoffed, waving her hand as if rejecting Cylvia's words. "It will be a dinner with all the trimmings and then a few drinks with some friends."
"Friends?" This time Cylvia sat bolt upright, clutching the sides of the chair with talon-like fingers. "You mean go to a party? I can't do that!"
"Yes, you can. I promise you there won't be any men there to scare you, either. I've already accepted invitations for both of us. It'll be very informal and cozy, you'll see."
"But "
"Drink your drink there and go up and change," Willow said forcibly. "Mother knows best."
Cylvia rose unsteadily, her mind whirling. Dinner and then a party? She didn't want to go, and yet she didn't want to sit here in the sun with Willow and the rum cocktails and find herself arguing over the evening, either. It probably was time for her to go inside, anyway; the rum she'd consumed and the soporific effect of the sun had made her body turn seemingly to rubber. A party after what happened last night? Never! And yet. . . Willow had said no men would be there ... maybe being around some other women gossiping like hens would take her mind off Hillary and her sexual inadequacies. She'd take a shower and sober up with some coffee and think it over. Yes ... she'd think it over. . .
She staggered slightly as she crossed the grass to the entrance, and giggled a little as she hit the door to her apartment on the second floor. The living room was furnished with modern
Scandinavian furniture and dark, oiled walnut cabinets and TV console. Directly across from her was the sliding glass door leading to the balcony; it was still open, and she took a moment to close the door, peering as she did at the still crowded pool and the lithesome young teenagers playing in the warm water, and at Willow placidly sunning herself in the grotto. Then she turned and walked erratically into her bedroom, still very uncertain whether she wanted to go out to party that night.
She slipped out of her thin, wispy bikini, letting the small bits of cloth float to the carpeted bedroom floor. She stood naked before the closet, catching her reflection in the full length mirror on the back of its door, and paused to study the image she made. She found pleasure in her lush, satin textured shape, knowing that there were no superfluous bulges, but only creamy smooth flesh tinted a golden tan from the sun, with "tiger stripes" of white iridescence where her bikini covered her taut, high breasts and gently sloping vaginal mound and roundly molded buttocks. But suddenly she had to sit down on the bed, dizzy from standing too long with all the rum in her blood, and the sparse nest of softly curling pubic hair at the base of her loins drew her attention. I have a good body, she thought drunkenly. I have a good body with a good vagina, but it hasn't brought me any physical happiness in thirty-three years of living.. . Or nights of loving, like last night. . .
Again, Cylvia's mind was flooded with the tormenting recollections of her date with Hillary Conklin. She had drunk a little too much wine with the broiled lobster, and had fallen into a giggling, playful mood, almost a teasing mood, now that she thought about it. She hadn't meant for things to get out of hand as they had, but it had happened, and there was no turning back the clock and wiping the slate clean . . .
They had parked in a small turnabout on Lookout Point, in a grove of eucalyptus trees. The moon had been full and golden and the night starlit, and she had moved close to Hillary as his arms had encircled her and hugged her close to his chest. He had kissed her then, lightly at first and then more ardently, his tongue flicking over her wetly parted lips, and she had felt a stirring deep in her stomach and a response in her mouth as she had accepted his tongue deep in her mouth. She had become aroused, as she always did before that fatal cut off point when her fears overcame her emotions, and she had not stopped him from gently stroking her ripely straining breasts. She had kissed him more passionately, but it was when his hands had deftly slid the dress straps from her shoulders and pulled the front down to expose the creamy white globes of her full, pinkly nippled breasts that she had felt the first stirrings of panic take hold of her.
She had tried to pull away. "No, no, Hillary, we mustn't! We can't go any further!" she cried out breathlessly, but his head had dipped down and his hot eager lips closed around one of the rigid pink nipples, sucking it gently and wetly rolling his tongue around it. She had felt a blind, wild passion surge through her voluptuous, love starved body in those few seconds and her resistance had melted . . .
Now, she sat on the bed and cupped her full, naked breasts, examining her nipples which had so eagerly thrust their burning tips into the hungry wet mouth of Hillary Conklin. She was startled to find they were hardening from her touch, and she experimentally tweaked the nipples between her thumb and forefinger until they were fully enlarged. It felt so good to her, so damnable good ... and she knew what was happening to her as she squeezed the smoothly rounded firmness of her breasts. She was becoming aroused, aroused to where she would caress and finger her own body to an orgasm she had never been able to enjoy with a man. Even as she thought of her denial of Hillary's affections, she was able to dream of what it might have felt like if she had let him make love to her. Fantasy was so wonderful, so exciting, and it never hurt the way reality could . . .
And last night when Hillary had sensed her rising passions, his hands had begun gently stroking the sleekness of her long nylon encased legs, moving higher to her smooth rounded hips. His fingers had traversed the warmly trembling flesh of her inner thighs until they had touched the involuntarily moisten mound of her panties crotch band. And all the time, his hot sucking mouth was moving more urgently on her nakedly straining breasts . . .
Oh God, he had felt so good, she thought now, squeezing her eyes tightly shut. She let one hand leave her breasts to slowly slide down to the soft, blonde fleece of her pubic hair, then out around her quivering thighs and buttocks, only to dip once more to the swelling wet lips of her vagina. Sighing, she spread her legs on the bed and let her fingers open the moistly pulsing crevice of cuntal flesh and find the erect little bud of her clitoris. The very image of Hillary fucking her, spreading her thighs as she was doing to herself now, and hammering his hard, thick penis deep up into her belly was exciting to her, for thinking about it alone in her reverie allowed her mind to accept him, to accept a man without freezing up. But it hadn't happened that way last night on Lookout Point, not at all like that. . .
"No, no, no," she had moaned, but it had been an ineffectual cry. Hillary had mistakenly taken it to be nothing more than the usual bit of unmeant resistance women use to prove they don't want sex, but really do underneath their hypocrisy. He had forced his outstretched middle finger between the narrow elastic leg band of her panties, slowly insinuating it into her wetly sensitive vaginal slit, expanding the small, almost virginal opening of her pussy. Eagerly, he began finger-fucking her, delighted at her tightness and the low moans of delight coming from the provocatively squirming teacher. Then it had happened!
Cylvia heard the whisper of his zipper, and her eyes flew wide open, and the spell of her excitement had been ruptured as it had been every time before. She looked down in sudden horror at the huge throbbing length of his erect cock held so lewdly in his free hand. She watched it in revolting terror as it jerked spasmodically and a thin liquid seeped from the tiny glans opening. She had started to struggle violently then, gripped with insane loathing and fear, but he had rolled over on her, sliding his hot, rock-hard penis between her rigidly clamping thighs. She had fought with all her might against him, and inadvertently her grip had tightened around his straining male hardness. Just as Hillary forced the blunt, lust-swollen head of his cock under the leg band of her white panties and between the splayed open lips of her wetly cringing pussy, she felt his penis begin jerking out of control. Hillary had gasped, and the struggling young teacher felt a hot stream of thick liquid spurt from the tip of his penis, drenching her pubic hair and the soft satiny flesh of her inner thighs until it had dripped down between her legs to pool on the car seat beneath her buttocks. They had sat in shameful silence after that, and Cylvia had cried uncontrollably. Hillary had tried to comfort her, to tell her how sorry he was, but she had refused to allow him so much as to touch her. She had felt soiled and dirty and humiliated as she always had after similar instances of unfulfilled passion . . .
But now, she could assuage her guilt and shame and frustration by thinking of what it would have been like if she had not stopped Hillary. Her stomach churned with a series of fluttering sensations as the exciting images of the male school teacher making passionate love to her filtered through her mind. Yes. . . Oh God, yes. . . Hillary was on top of her, she dreamily viewed with her mind's eye ... his powerful, naked body was pressing down upon hers, his breath hot upon her face as his long hard penis slipped wetly into her warm, welcoming hole of vaginal flesh. She circled her erect, quivering clitoris with her extended middle finger, smearing the warm rising juices of her sexual arousal in a slow caress with her other fingers, moaning softly between tightly clenched teeth as her probing hand felt its way up into the heat of her moistly pink vagina. Her naked thighs widened to her worming fingers, and she pinched the tender soft skin of her cuntal lips, luxuriating in the sharp pain as her hips jerked upwards in hunger and she lay back on the bed in sublime delight. Then, prone and legs splayed wide, she jammed two outstretched fingers deep up inside her hotly pulsating vagina, grinding her smooth white buttocks tightly down into the mattress as she finger-fucked herself, flexing her thighs and pumping in time to the plunge of her surging fingers. This was the only way she had ever found to release the intolerable sexual fires which licked so salaciously through her body and mind. She knew it was a wicked sin to touch herself and fondle her genitals this way until she climaxed with a sudden burst of spasming heat, but what else could she do since she couldn't have a man? She had to have release, or she would go mad! Yes ... yes, and it felt so ggggggoooooddddd!
But even as the visions of Hillary's naked body loomed deliciously in her mind and she could mentally feel the thick rubbery head of his thick penis heatedly throbbing against the fleshy walls of her love starved pussy, her brain began to change the images, alter them so that she could enjoy them even more. The massive cock driving into the inner depths of her tight little cunt grew more slender and "safer" so that it began to resemble the more innocent hardness she had always wished she could have experienced as a young girl. Slowly, inexorably, Hillary Conklin's huge pulsating penis faded from her mind, and in its place was one not quite as fully matured, one which belonged between the smooth, developing thighs of a ... of a youthful boy! Oh God, what a wicked thought! How utterly depraved of her to imagine a teenager making love to her! And yet, the very image of his slim hips driving his virile young penis deep into where her own fingers were sliding in and out of her warmly pulsing vagina was wildly erotic to her. The lewd idea of an eager, inexperienced boy, the age of one of her own students, naked and bucking above her welcoming body seemed to excite her all the more, and she groaned in exquisite surrender to the salacious sensations burning through the raw nerve ends of her flesh. God, oh God, it was so wrong, but who was to know? She was alone, wasn't she? What difference did it make how evil her own private dreams were? It wasn't as though she were really allowing a fifteen year old boy to make love to her, and it didn't hurt anybody, and it made her so much hotter! Yes ... yes, a fresh adolescent was fucking his slender young cock deep up inside her warmly moist pussy, and it was feeling like heaven!
"Ohhhhh, you little darling, yes!" she moaned out to the cool dimness of her bedroom. "Ohhhh, your cock is so good, my little sweetheart.. . " She could feel his lean, hairless thighs falling down upon hers, his slim naked body crushing her breasts and pressing the breath from her as his hotly throbbing young penis fucked in and out of her passion seething cunt. And she strained harder up toward her imaginary youthful lover, her inner thigh and buttock muscles rippling as she felt more of his lust-swollen rigidness slide inside her vagina ... deep ... deep ... just as high as his hard developing manhood could fill her aching belly . . .
But Cylvia was not as alone as she thought, for standing in the doorway of the bedroom was the curvaceous from of Willow Davis. She had entered unheard, her bare feet padding soundlessly on the carpet. Now she was frozen in a trance like state, her own dark hair-fringed vagina throbbing inside her thin bikini as she gazed with hotly gleaming eyes on the exciting sight of her naked writhing roommate masturbating on the bed. Christ! She had always suspected Cylvia wasn't quite the frigid prude she tried to make everybody believe ... but she had never dreamed of viewing such erotic abandonment as this! Willow smiled lustfully, her hand straying to her own swelling breasts as she felt her rising desires sparked by the obscene sight before her eyes. She splayed the fingers of her other hand across the thinly-encased mound of her rapidly moistening vaginal slit as she heard Cylvia moan and sigh and run her tongue wildly along her open lips. Yes, Willow thought maliciously, she had always wanted to see this proud bitch get hot enough to do anything and she had been a little worried that this little party she'd set up to seduce Cylvia tonight wouldn't work. But now there was no more question in her mind! A little more to drink, and Cylvia would be crawling the walls to join in the fun and games that were being planned. And wait until she found out who with, too! Her own students, that's who! The same young boys who had sat in her class today would soon be crawling like the little savages they were over her lovely unblemished flesh, fucking her half to death at the same time she, Willow, was going to be fucked! Why else work at a high school if it wasn't to enjoy those wonderful young bodies with their slender, always rigid and ready cocks? And Cylvia was going to love it, Willow was sure of that now, because she could hear every obscene word that the nakedly writhing blonde teacher was moaning in her frenzy of self-manipulation . . .
"Yes, little boy ... Ohhh, make love to me, darling.. . " Cylvia's hand moved faster and faster in her wetly seething cunt, her mind a torrent of lewd thoughts about a boy's body, a boy's wonderfully virile penis thrusting in and out of her. Nothing existed except that young pistoning penis, and with him her surging body mounted to a climax better than ever before . . .
Willow heard the wanton cry and saw Cylvia bucking her hips as she forced her fingers all the way into the warm tunnel of her cunt. The brunette secretary gripped the doorway for support, her own breath coming harsh and hot as she watched her roommate's lushly naked body perform its lewd dance of self-release before her. She saw Cylvia's eyes grow glassy and a sticky fluid seep from between her smooth fleshy thighs as they undulated up and down from the wild ecstasy swirling within the obscene confines of her mind. Willow felt her own buttocks tighten convulsively, and she stifled a groan caused by the tingling inside her stomach from the salacious sight of the pumping fingers sliding in and out of Cylvia's tight little cunt. A boy cock would fit in there so nicely, Willow dreamily thought;. I? would work its way so perfectly against her wet, hair-lined vaginal lips ... and tonight, in only a few short hours, both of us will get such sensation filled fuckings ... And then the raven-haired woman sucked in her breath as she saw a rippling shiver break in waves across the lust quivering surface of the blonde teacher's sex flushed skin.
"Aggggg! Ohhhhh darling! My little darling!" came the wail as Cylvia imagined her youthful lover's penis suddenly ejaculating its hot creamy sperm deep up inside her gratefully receiving womb. Her imagination allowed her to enjoy each boyish spurt of cum as she yielded to the spiraling flames of climax, her mind a blaze of blazing stars as her orgasm took hold of her voluptuous young body and shook it like a rag-doll in a terrier's mouth. The wild frustration in her loins was temporarily satiated, and her wantonly convulsing cunt tingled with new sensation as the added lewdness of imagining a teenaged boy fucking her overcame her every desire to resist. God, it was so perfect. So wonderfully blissful!
As her orgasm began to ebb, Cylvia's firm, trembling buttocks sank down on the bed again, and her hand stilled its maddening fingers between her wetly pulsing vaginal lips. Soon, she lay still. Her chest heaved with the charge of her release, and her eyes were tightly squeezed shut as sanity slowly returned to her mind. The image of a young boy making love to her slowly faded, and in its place came a twinge of humiliation and shame for having thought of such a degenerate act. A boy! What had ever possessed her to actually imagine a naked student atop her ... fucking her? Was she sick? No, she abruptly decided ... it was only the heat of the moment and too much rum to drink, that's all. It was useless to chastise herself. She couldn't go back and erase the thoughts of a child half her age mating with her. She would just have to watch her thoughts more closely in the future ... But she had to admit, the obscene visions had been wildly arousing . . .
"At least," she said aloud to the room, "at least nobody saw me."
"Ah," came the husky, lust-constricted voice of Willow Davis from the door. "Ah, but you weren't alone, Cylvia, dear."
The naked blonde teacher's eyes widened to their fullest as the sudden realization hit her that her roommate was standing only a few feet from her, and she struggled to raise herself from the bed.
"Oh, no!" she gasped out in horror and humiliation at being seen like this, with her thighs and pubic hair matted with the wet secretions of her orgasm. Tearfully, she whimpered, "Willow! What ... What are you doing here?"
Willow, fluffed her hair and smiled casually down upon the tormented lusciousness of her friend's wantonly spread body. "Watching you finger fuck yourself! Wow, you really know how to do it, too."
* * *
"Oh, God," Cylvia groaned with shame, and cringed with red faced embarrassment on the bed. "I ... I can't help myself sometimes. But you shouldn't have been looking at me."
"Why not? I think it's exciting to watch sex, any kind of sex, even masturbation." She had an urge to laugh then, for Cylvia looked so shamed ... and yet so very hot. "Listen, don't get up tight about it. We all do it! I do it at night when I'm all excited and there isn't a man around. Believe me, there's nothing you did to feel sorry about, only to feel good about. You did enjoy your own fingers, now didn't you?"
There was a long silence, and then the tearful admittance from Cylvia: "Yes, yes, I did." God, how could she deny it?
* * *
"There, you see? What can be wrong about enjoyment?" Willow chuckled again, knowing the seed of sexual licentiousness had been planted, and she decided not to press the issue further for fear of overdoing it. She said: "Now, come on and take a shower and get dressed. It's time for that dinner, and I'm starved!"
"Oh, Willow, I couldn't!" Cylvia wailed.
"Of course you can. It's silly to let something as natural and as common as this make you hide your head like an ostrich in sand. Getting out will give you a chance to get a breath of fresh air and see things as they really are. It's high time you got some food into that belly of yours, too. Whoo-eh! That rum hit us both pretty hard!"
There was truth in that, Cylvia admitted to herself ruefully. She staggered to her bare feet, and stood naked beside her raven-haired roommate who had just watched her fondle herself to climax. She blushed at her own nudity. "I do need something to eat, but I ... I'll still feel too ashamed to go to your party afterwards."
"We'll worry about that when the time comes. First thing is that shower and the sexiest dress you've got in the cupboard. We should have a little fun tonight, like it or not!"
Cylvia nodded numbly and started for the bathroom.
"And for heaven's sake take that glum look off your face," Willow called after her. "You act as if there's a neon sign on your forehead telling the world I saw you masturbating." She laughed this time, unable to control her amusement at the other's long-faced sadness. "Hell, Cylvia, it's just another intimate secret between us, just like the ones you told me last night. You can trust me. You can trust me all the way to take good care of you."
Damned good care, she thought, watching the lushly curved nakedness of the blonde school teacher walk dejectedly into the bathroom. Damned good care . . .
CHAPTER TWO
"Mmmmmm," Cylvia said, smiling, "this martini is heavenly. I'm glad you talked me into having one."
The two women were sitting in the Dukabor Steak House on Clement Street, dressed and made up and looking forward to dinner. A cool breeze blew through the dining room; it felt refreshing after the hot afternoon beside the pool. As Willow had prophesied, going out to dinner was lifting Cylvia's spirits, and she was ravenously hungry, which was a good indication that she was feeling better.
"They mix a wicked drink here, all right," Willow said. The martinis are a bit stronger than daiquiris, but I like them better before dinner."
"I've never had them like this before," Cylvia said, and giggled lightly. "After the rum, they're making my toes tingle."
"That's the way to be," Willow laughed gaily. "But don't let them tingle too much or you'll ruin the dinner that's coming."
Soon as she spoke, a white jacketed waiter appeared and served the salads, vegetables and the finest New York cut steaks Cylvia had ever tasted. Two full bottles of good Claret were consumed with the dinner. By the time coffee and brandy arrived, Cylvia was feeling quite drunk. Her head whirled with the various kinds of alcohol, and for the first time in almost a day she was beginning to feel very happy and sprightly. In fact, the way the liquor was affecting her, she was feeling rather devil may care and worldly; and when Willow suggested the party again, she found herself almost eager and willing to go to it. She was having fun with her dark-haired roommate and she wasn't sure she wanted it to end now.
"Wow!" Cylvia breathed as they walked out of the restaurant. She took a deep breath of the clear night air, trying to cut some of the alcoholic fog covering her mind. "I ... I think I had way too much of that wine, Willow."
"No, it was the food mostly," Willow lied with a smile.
"I ... I hope there won't be too much drinking at this party of yours. I mean, I don't know anybody, and . . . "
"Don't be silly," Willow chided. "It'll be a very simple affair, and you can do what you want. Me, I want a little fun on a Friday night, but if you want to go home to bed early, I guess I'll drop you off before I go there."
Cylvia suddenly felt an irrational anger at Willow's offhand remark. The wine and martinis had gone to her head, and she resented Willow's tone of voice as she'd said "go home early." Why, Willow was treating her like a child, and she didn't like it, didn't like it one little bit!
"I'd love to go," she answered decisively. "It is Friday, like you said, and I need some cheering up, remember?"
Underneath, she felt perhaps she shouldn't have spoken so soon, but it was too late now. She had committed herself and couldn't back down.
"Well, then let's get going," her dark-haired roommate said. "We're late already." Willow drove her Chevy convertible through Heron
Springs and up into the sparsely populated hills to the east. Cylvia could look out the window and see some of the street lamps and lighted homes twinkling in the darkness spread out below them, like stars upside down in a black velvet sky. She knew that up this way were parking spots where the local teenagers parked; it was also an older section of town, built before they had put a dam across the river to stop the floods in the valley below. The top to the convertible was down, and the wind swirled through her hair in a refreshing way, but rustled against her short skirt and plucked up its hem with unseen fingers until Cylvia could see the crotch band of her flimsy white panties down between her legs.
She tugged at her skirt against the wind, trying to draw it back down her legs. Willow had insisted she wear a tight blouse and nearly a mini sized skirt, and she was having a hard time keeping her decorum, especially in the open topped car.
Willow glanced over and chuckled with amusement. "Let it alone, Cylvia," she said. "You've got beautiful legs, so don't hide them. There's nothing up between yours that I haven't seen already!"
The comment brought a hot, furious blushing from Cylvia, but before she could think of a proper response, her roommate pulled into the gravel driveway of a house she had never seen before.
The house was actually more of a summer cabin on a grand scale, a retreat hidden in an undeveloped canyon between the two main hills north of Heron Springs, facing the flat residential districts beyond. Cylvia found herself stumbling drunkenly as they walked up the drive from where the car had been parked. The front door had a large brass knocker which Willow pounded with two short, sharp raps.
The door opened, and a young boy looked out. "Hi, Miss Davis, glad to see you."
"Good evening, Sammy. I brought Miss Wheyman with me, too. Carl here?"
"Sure is. We've been waiting a long time. We thought maybe you'd changed your mind about coming tonight."
Willow laughed, a bright glitter of excitement shining in her eyes. "Don't be silly, Sammy. A lesson about ladies is that they always arrive late. It's fashionable, and makes the prize nicer when you finally get it."
"Yeah, yeah sure," Sammy said, and laughed in his high-pitched voice. "Well, come on in." He held the door wide, and Willow brushed by him as if she owned the house. Cylvia staggered after her, too stunned to protest.
"Hell, Miss Wheyman," Sammy said shyly. "Nice to see you."
"Y-yes, Sammy." she said. She knew the boy, for Sammy Nivens was in her Social Studies class. "Is.. . Is this your parent's house, Sammy?" she asked as he closed the door behind her.
"No, it's sort of our weekend retreat."
My God, what was she doing here? Her head spun dizzily like a top, and she couldn't seem to make it stop long enough to think things out clearly. She was alone in a house with Sammy Nivens and with ... with a boy named Carl.
Not Carl Forbish, the principal's teenaged son! She had Carl in a class, too, and it seemed impossible that she was with them, a social little get together like a double date! Willow had said a party was this the party? It couldn't be! No!
She looked at Sammy out of the corner of her eye, unsure of exactly what to do. A slight chill of forbidden excitement rippled through her against her will. Now, outside of the classroom and in this crazy situation, she couldn't help but look at the youth as more than just a student, and Lord! He was a handsome devil, wasn't he? He had a strong, slim waisted, muscular build, brown wavy hair and sparkling brown eyes, and his face was pleasant and unlined.
"Won't you come in the living room with Miss Davis and Carl, Miss Wheyman?" Sammy asked. He scuffed his loafers together, obviously embarrassed at standing out in the hall alone with his teacher.
"Why, Sammy, I think that I should Cylvia was about to tell the lad she should leave. It was improper for her and Willow to be here alone with two teenaged students ... what would the parents think if they ever found out? It didn't look right even if nothing happened, and certainly nothing would! But as she turned to tell the boy she must go, she felt the boy's eyes gazing immodestly over her tightly clad body. His eyes were almost a solid touch upon her flesh, and they seemed to roam at will up and down from her high, firmly full breasts down the smooth curves of her buttocks and thighs. No! Tell him you're going to leave! a portion of her mind screamed through the alcohol. Tell Sammy you 're going right now!
But against her will, she found that a tingling thrill was running through her body as a result of the youth's unconscious staring at her lush curves. She could feel an unwanted feeling of response begin deep up between her thighs, and she realized that she was gripped with the insanely lewd temptation to reach out and stroke the boy's curly head of hair. This is madness! she told herself. This is every bit as degrading and perverted as her obscene thoughts only hours earlier while masturbating! Yet in spite of her self-revulsion, Cylvia found that the alcohol had seemingly dulled her sense of decency and quickened the pulse of her emotions. God, she couldn't want to stay! And yet she did . . .
"I ... I, yes," she said softly, almost as if surrendering. "Yes, I'll come with you, Sammy . . . "
The curvaceous blonde teacher slowly followed the teenaged student into the living room with hesitant steps, still unable to believe the words which had come from her own mouth. It was as if another person had taken over her mind and soul, using her body to do with as the alien wished! The room was rustic in decor, with hanging "kerosene" lanterns and a large brick fireplace and exposed beam ceilings. The walls were of knotty pine and Currier & Ives prints, and the furniture was the heavy masculine version of Early American Maple. She rubbed the highly waxed arm of the couch before sitting down, trying to wipe some of the unaccustomed sweat from her clammy palms, and felt her heart begin to beat at an accelerated rate inside her constricted chest as she saw her worst fears were realized: the other youth was Carl Forbish, the principal's fifteen year old son.
"Well, we girls can use a drink," Willow said next to her. "Carl? Are you bartending tonight?"
"Sure am, Miss Davis. What's your poison?"
"Oh, I don't know. Any of that purple rum left? We started on rum this afternoon, so I suppose we should stick to it. What do you say, Cylvia?"
"Anything," she answered in a hollow voice. "Anything at all."
Cylvia looked up at Carl and thought that the only difference between Cordell Forbish and his son were twenty years of dissipation. Carl had long black hair which would probably all fall out like his father's had, the same small ferret like eyes that were always moving as if he were watching for something to suddenly strike out at him. He was thicker than Sammy, and a little shorter, and was one of the bullies who made life miserable for the studious and weaker pupils in the Freshman class at school. She turned questioningly to Willow, a dryness clinging to her throat.
"Willow, what is this?"
"What does it look like? A quiet little party, that's what it is."
"I ... I don't think this is right, though! I mean ... I mean Sammy and Carl ... They aren't our ages! We're old enough to be their mothers almost!"
"And they're old enough to be lovers, if you want to look at it that way." Willow said with a certain sly look of eroticism. "Fresh young boys, so youthful and vibrant and eager to learn the mysteries of sex. And it's such a tonic for an older woman, too, to know she can still attract as well as ever."
"You don't ... You don't mean that you go to bed with them!" The shocked statement was blurted out before her mind even put words to her horror.
"Wouldn't you, Cylvia?" the black-haired secretary purred suggestively at her stunned roommate. "Wouldn't you if you had the chance?"
"No! Never!" Cylvia gasped, but even as she spoke, she inadvertently glanced at young Sammy Nivens sitting expectantly on the couch on the other side of her. The boy's slim good looks seemed to cause a slight, teasing prickle of h'eat deep between her legs, and unwantedly, she looked at him as an object of affection. She shuddered, unable to believe that even the thought was coming to her mind, and shook her head in an effort to break the spell.
"No," she repeated defiantly. "No, I couldn't! I couldn't molest a child, Willow!"
"Too bad. You don't know what you're missing," the older woman sighed as if saddened. She accepted a drink from Carl and then added: "That is, you do know what you're missing, only you won't admit it."
"What? What did you say? I do know?"
Willow mocked Cylvia's own voice: "Yes, little boy ... Ohhh, make love to me, darling . . . "
"You heard me!" Cylvia gasped in her breath, shaken to the core. She dropped her head to her hands, swallowing back the wild urge to cry, remembering vividly the fantasies she had had about having a virile teenaged boy fuck her. She groaned, gnashing her teeth together in an effort to remind herself that those erotic dreams had been wicked, wicked ... but somehow, precisely because they had been so wrong, the dreams were all the more exciting and ... tempting.
"Now, now, don't take it so hard. When you told me of your troubles with Hillary and with other grown men, I naturally thought that this might be the perfect solution." Willow sipped her drink, and pressed Cylvia's glass of rum and coke into the blonde teacher's trembling hand.
"But don't do anything you don't want to do. I'm not telling you to break down your precious morals."
"Please, Willow, please take me from here," Cylvia whimpered dejectedly. "Please, please, please!"
"What's wrong with Miss Wheyman?" Sammy asked solicitously.
"Nothing, Sammy," Willow answered. "She's never been with ... young men your age before, that's all. She's a little upset, but give her a few minutes and she'll be over it."
"Gee, Miss Wheyman," Sammy said. "I sure was excited when Miss Davis said you were coming. You're my favorite teacher, and I thought it would be fun to sit around and talk and maybe dance a little. I'm real sorry if you don't like me and Carl."
"You see, Cylvia?" Willow added. "Just relax and do what you want to. Carl and Sammy aren't going to force themselves on you like ... well, like last night."
"I know, but I still don't think . . . "
"Or are you more afraid of yourself tonight?" Willow taunted with a curled upper lip.
"That's not funny," Cylvia defended, straightening to reassert her composure. "I can take care of myself, thank you."
"Well then?" Willow lifted her glass and took a long drink.
Cylvia hesitated and then drank her own rum, angry now. Her roommate was back to the kid routine again and, frankly she had had just enough of it. She was a grown woman, and could handle herself with any young boy half her age, and she definitely resented the implications that she was some kind of emotional weakling.
The alcohol, combined with her mind's upheaval, made her incapable of realizing that Willow was taunting with her this way on purpose, goading her into going along like a cat might play with a mouse.
She turned to Sammy and said apologetically. "I'm sorry I was such a wet blanket, but I'm fine now. I ... I like you, and I like Carl, too."
"That's the spirit, teach!" Carl said with a swaggering toast. He lifted his own glass and took a sip, just as if he were old enough to be having alcohol. "Put on some dance music, Sammy, and we'll get this place jumping."
The younger boy looked shyly at his teacher, giving her a soulful look of happiness. Trying desperately to stifle the strange nervousness she felt pervading her stomach, she smiled encouragingly back at him. Her mind tried to call out a warning as she watched the handsome brown-haired youth walk across the living room to the record player, but the alcohol that had slowed her senses since late afternoon now made it easy for her to ignore the signal for caution that was ringing in her brain. Then he came back and sat down beside her, and they talked . . .
Once she had allowed herself to go along with the party mood the other three were obviously in, she began to enjoy herself. Carl proved funnier that she'd thought he could be, and kept them all giggling at his off color jokes. She'd never heard such language before, especially from someone his age, but laughed as hard as the others to be a good sport. Sammy was the quieter of the two boys, though his conversation proved him to be bright and quick-witted, and for some odd reason, she made a mental note to watch his school work more carefully, now that she was finding out he was capable of more than he'd previously shown in class. Despite her reluctance to be as free with the boys as Willow was and evidently had been before on other occasions a rapport between them was established and flourished.
And she desperately drank more of the 151-proof purple rum than she knew she should, desperately trying to quench the unwanted tendrils of flames that were beginning to tease the warm crevice of her involuntarily throbbing pussy. She squirmed her buttocks down against the couch with growing agitation at her undesirable feelings, and felt the edge of the cushion brush electrically against the soft swelling of her rapidly awakening vagina. She jerked at the unexpected contact and the more unexpected shock that it brought, feeling a warm tingling moistness spread between her thighs as she widened her legs slightly to gain greater contact with the cushion. Oh God, what should I do? This is sheer lunacy to allow myself to go along with Willow's perverted plans but even worse I'm enjoying it! What's happening to me?
Cylvia bit hard on her fleshy lower lip, glancing to see what Willow was doing. The other woman was dancing with Carl in time to the music of an old-fashioned fox trot; by the murmuring conversation between the two of them, it was evident that the raven-haired school secretary had taught the boy the slower style of dancing so that they could hold one another. And indeed, Carl was clutching Willow very tightly, his hand brazenly down around her buttocks where it shouldn't have been. The sight of his familiarity with Willow only added to the sense of wickedness rising in Cylvia, and instead of being thoroughly repulsed as she'd have expected, the teacher found herself shuddering from a sexual stimulation that comes from indulging in something expressly forbidden. She downed her rum and coke quickly, trying vainly to cool some of the warmth her roommate's passion was transmitting to her own unconsciously reacting body.
Sammy mixed another drink, and as the boy set the glass down on the table, he asked politely: "Gee, Miss Wheyman, would you like to dance with me?"
Cylvia stared up at the handsome youth, unsure as to what to say. His young peach-fuzz face was slightly flushed, and he was grinning crookedly. She realized that he was already feeling the effects of the rum, and she felt a twinge of guilt and shame for having allowed the under-aged youths to drink openly in front of her. She knew that even if Willow refused to drive her back to Heron Springs, she should leave now before anything worse happened and her own body succumbed further to the strange sensations pulsing through it. She couldn't understand where her tingling feelings had come from, or why. All she knew was that they were there like a compelling magnet drawing her toward the boy. Dear God, this was wrong, wrong. . . and yet so deliciously wrong . . .
She took a sip of the fresh drink to steady her nerves, and then she heard herself say in a voice she hardly recognized as her own: "Why yes, Sammy. I'd love to dance with you."
"Gee," the teenager breathed excitedly, his eyes flashing with innocent sincerity. "Gee, thanks, Miss Wheyman."
They joined Willow and Carl on the polished hardwood floor where the rug had been kicked back. She had to smile with amusement as she heard the lush strains of Glen Miller's "Moonlight Serenade" begin. That was even before her time! Sammy took her by surprise by curling her warmly into his lean arms, pressing himself close enough to her so that the full ripe tips of her breasts were drawn tautly against his maturing chest. Cylvia's face flushed in the dimness of the room as she felt him push forward harder and spread her legs slightly so that her wetly throbbing pubic mound rubbed against the top of his thighs. She thought briefly about pulling away to a more proper distance, but somehow the alcohol, the music, and the virile eagerness of Sammy's inexperience in dancing all combined to let her stay close to the fresh smelling boy.
As they danced in a slow, easy rhythm, she could see over his shoulder, down to the white waist band of his underpants peeking above the stretched belt line of his blue jeans behind him, and the lithe curve of his buttocks moving with muscular grace. She could feel his legs as they curved inward to form his hairless loins, and the thickness of his zipper fly against her own soft inner thighs. She sucked in her breath, feeling warmly dizzy from the hold she had on his firm, developing body, unable to cease responding to the delightful sensations rippling through her flesh and nerves. She could feel the boy's warmth pulsating out from the satin smooth skin beneath his shirt as he wormed himself harder against her hungering breasts, and she was almost unable to let go of him when the dance music finally ended.
Willow and Carl had stopped dancing some time before, and guiltily Cylvia glanced at them as she and Sammy walked back to the couch holding hands. She was shocked almost speechless by what she saw. Willow lay back against the other youth who had his hands inside her dress. Cylvia could see his fingers moving tantalizingly under the thin summer material covering the older woman's ripely swelling breasts. The tight dress had slipped up so that her tanned and naked thighs were visible above the brown sheen of her nylon stocking tops. Her legs were slightly spread so that the white crotch band of her flimsy bikini was exposed between them. Willow seemed unaware of her exposure, her mouth laxly open in intoxicated rapture.
The erotic sight made the burning sensation in Cylvia's belly grow with maddening intensity. She could feel a trickle of perspiration caused by the heat of the passion before her eyes slowly run from her navel down her belly and into her pubic hair. Its teasing trail made her bite her lip again to keep back a moan of desire. Her nerves were shattered and her mind whirled with drunken indecision. Things were happening too fast for her, but surely Willow wouldn't go any further with the young student! She had gone too fast as it was, and Cylvia's face crimsoned as she thought of Carl's insistent fingers digging wetly up between the older woman's thighs. The obscene thought sent another electric tingle deep into her belly and she could feel the seeping wetness between her own tightly clenched thighs increasing. Her heart beat like a tom-tom, and the rum buzzed lewdly through her mind. She had to get out ... if only for a minute; she had to get out and get a breath of fresh air, had to still her unholy desire to join in and succumb to the virile charms of young Sammy Nivens!
She turned, breathing harshly through her open mouth. "I ... I need a little air, Sammy. I feel a little sick from all the rum."
"Sure, Miss Wheyman," the youth said with wide-eyed helpfulness. "The door there, it opens out to the porch. I'll switch on the lights for you."
Cylvia somehow managed to thank him, and she awkwardly stepped to the door he'd indicated, throwing it open and walking outside. Behind her, a series of flood lamps flickered on, but she hardly noticed them as she crossed the redwood planking to the waist high rail. There she stood for many long moments, wiping the perspiration from her forehead and drawing deep breaths of the cool, pine-scented air, making a strong effort to focus her eyes. Behind her, the warm lights of the living room and flood lamps illuminated the porch; ahead of her was the glimmer of the distant town, a fusion of twinkling lights that seemed to cast a halo around the assembled houses and buildings. After awhile, she sat down in a comfortable porch swing, looking out at the dark expanse of the night, feeling that the warm air was helping to calm her ragged emotions.
The blonde school teacher leaned back in the swing, and in doing so, her hand came down to rest upon a small manila envelope that was lying on the cushion beside her. She picked it up and a color photograph slipped partially out from the unclasped flap. She caught a glimpse of it, and almost fell off the swing from shock. It was a woman's face, her mouth in a strained circle around a young boy's hardened penis! Cylvia froze, dropping the packet of obscene pornography, nausea welling up in her stomach.
My God! Were ... were these left here by Sammy and Carl earlier that night? Did they like to look at such filth? She couldn't believe it! But slowly composure returned as the warm rum still filtering through her blood gave her a little more courage. She stared at the lewd packet, filled with revulsion and yet perversely drawn to it at the same time, the plain brown wrapping seeming to hold a strange forbidden fascination for the older woman. She licked her lips, suddenly feeling very wicked and excited, her throat dry with a crazy desire to look at a boy's rigidly erect penis again. No ... she couldn't! What if she were seen? She glanced at the house, seeing through the window that Carl and Willow were still on the couch and Sammy was mixing another drink. She turned back to the packet, shuddering with unwanted interest ... and reached out tentatively, her drunken interest getting the best of her. Quickly then, her hand snatched up the packet and emptied the pictures in a heap in her lap.
She carefully studied the one of the woman sucking the youth's long, slim penis. She had heard of women who did this, but she'd never expected to see anyone actually perform it! The woman's mouth was in a tight oval, her wetly glistening lips locked around the boyish erection as though they would never let go. A ripple of erotically forbidden sensation coursed through the teacher as she pondered its size and wondered how it would feel to have something that tender and fresh shoved up between her thighs. She flipped guiltily to the next one and gasped as it proved to be just the opposite. The same woman was sitting on a couch with her feet flat on the floor and her legs spread wide apart. The naked youth was kneeling between her thighs and Cylvia could see clearly his tongue curling into the spread lips of the blushing pink vagina. Her mouth gaped at the obscene picture; she'd heard of men doing this to women, but never thought the sight of a teenager doing such a depraved act could excite her against her will as this was doing. She could feel the warmly willing moistness again between her thighs, and her hand holding the pictures begin to tremble as the emotions reflecting on the woman's face in the snapshot transmitted themselves to her own love starved body.
"Oh, there you are, Miss Wheyman." came the voice of Sammy Nivens from behind her. "Gee, Carl and Miss Davis went into one of the bedrooms, so I thought I'd see how you were feeling now."
Cylvia jumped, not having heard him coming, and her face flushed again. It was too late to hide the face she had been looking at the pictures, and she could see the curious expression as he looked down at her.
"Gosh, Miss Wheyman, you like looking at dirty pictures, too?"
Cylvia swallowed deeply, unable to think of how best to reply. "I ... I was simply curious, Sammy."
"So am I. I'm curious about everything to do about sex, you know what I mean? I think that's a great way to learn about it, too. Gee, guys my age don't usually get nice women like you and Miss Davis to teach us things."
"You mean ... You mean you and Willow have done things like in these pictures?" Cylvia asked incredulously.
"Shouldn't we?" the boy answered innocently. "It feels good, and it doesn't hurt anybody, does it?"
"But ... But it's like an animal, doing some of these acts."
"What things, Miss Wheyman? I don't want to become an animal."
"Well ... ah, ah . . . " Cylvia stuttered for a moment, incapable in her embarrassed confusion to say the obscene words that would describe the unnatural acts to the child in front of her.
"You mean like this one?" Sammy asked, picking up the top photograph. "Of this woman sucking a prick?"
"Y-yes, if you must know," the teacher faltered, stiffening from the lewd language the boy had used so casually. "No self-respecting woman, even in love, would do that. It's ... It's not right."
"But, gee, I learned in my sex education class that what two people do to each other for fun isn't wrong. Isn't that what being in love is all about Miss Wheyman? Making each other as happy as you can? And it sure looks to me like that woman there is making that kid happy!"
Cylvia blinked, becoming increasingly confused. She knew she shouldn't have had all that rum on top of the other alcohol, and though she felt she was right, she knew she shouldn't be discussing pornographic pictures with this innocent boy. Innocent? How could he be innocent if he's all but admitted he's been doing these perversions with Willow? Her head reeled with conflicting thoughts and emotions, the correct words refusing to come to her mind.
"Golly, look at the woman's face here," Sammy said, pulling another photo from the pile which had slipped from her nerveless fingers. "She's really enjoying it, don't you think so, Miss Wheyman?"
"I. . . I guess she is at that, Sammy," Cylvia breathed, her eyes locking on the picture of the naked older woman on a bed with her legs obscenely wide apart and a boy between them with his stout young penis sunk all the way to its hilt between her uplifted white thighs. The camera angle clearly showed his slender virile hardness disappearing into the soft, hair-fringed folds of the woman's vagina; her face was contorted into the most ecstatic mask of wanton delight Cylvia had ever seen.
God, how she must have felt then, she thought. And I've never felt that way, not ever . . .
"Or this one here, Miss Wheyman? Only she's not very good looking, is she? Not like you, Ma'am. You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen . . . "
"Sammy . . . " Cylvia sucked in her breath, squirming from the fire that was beginning to build out of control deep in her loins. She glanced again at the boy, and for some reason she didn't dare question, her blue eyes slipped down the bulging crotch of Sammy's faded jeans. The sight that met her gaze filled her with a growing ache that started spreading upwards from her wetly pulsating vagina, through her belly and to the very nipples of her involuntarily hardening breasts. Bulging out against the soft, washed out fabric of his pants, the older teacher could clearly see the stiff, slender outline of his virile young penis pressing outwards. She had to deliberately clasp her hands tightly together in her lap to keep from giving in to the suddenly overwhelming desire to reach out and touch the swelling shaft of boyish flesh.
Sammy shuffled the photographs one after another as she turned her attention back to them with an almost hypnotic surrender to their eroticism. She could feel the inflamed center of her loins throbbing violently in passionate answer to the sight of his hardened young penis inside his pants, and she could feel her entire vaginal slit tingling madly against the soft silkiness of her thin panties as the boy described in lewd, lust-inciting terms the actions each of the photographed couples were performing. The sweet torment of mounting excitement, which his moist entreaties in her ear were causing, made her press her thighs tightly together to overcome the temptations rising in her. In her passion and alcohol glazed mind, she knew that she had to run from this house this very minute or she could face the greatest battle of her life-a battle against succumbing to the degenerate lustings that were tugging at the very core of her unwantedly wet, cock-hungry pussy!
"Sammy!" she whispered hysterically. "I ... I've got to go home now. It's late, and ... and I simply have to leave!"
"Gee, I'm sorry you can't stay longer, but we can't disturb Miss Davis now. She'll be awfully angry."
"I don't care!" Cylvia groaned through clenched teeth. "I mustn't stay here another minute, and that's all there is to it! Please, Sammy, please try to understand."
"Why, Miss Wheyman, I'm sorry this has been all upsetting for you." He frowned as though concerned, and then he looked at her from the corner of his sly little eyes. "We could see what they're doing. Then if Miss Davis isn't busy, we could interrupt . . . "
"You mean watch them?" she gasped, feeling faint from a sudden erotic volt of excitement. "But what if.. . "
"If they're making love?" Sammy completed. "Well, I guess they probably are."
Cylvia's heart skipped a beat at the lewd thought. It was different looking a pictures, but actually seeing two people tangled in intercourse was another thing! In spite of her shock and revulsion, she found her curiosity returning, rising to the idea. What did Willow and Carl look like naked and together? Was Carl's erect boyish penis like the one in the pictures? And what about Willow? Did she have the same look of wanton enrapturement on her face as the woman in the photos did?
Sammy gave her no time for further thinking. He placed the stack of photos back on the cushion, and taking his teacher's hand, he playfully pulled her after him.
"We can't go in that bedroom, Sammy! We can't!"
"No, but we can open the door a little bit and peek in," he said, his dark brown eyes twinkling mischievously as he led her back into the house.
Cylvia swallowed heavily at the boy's lewd suggestion, her heart beating like a runaway express train in almost terrified anticipation. Her will to flee faded and she stared at Sammy as he softly turned the handle of the closed bedroom door and opened it. A shudder of alarm flickered momentarily through her thoughts, but animal curiosity glued her feet to the floor as the lights in the bedroom softly illuminated the couple on the bed.
CHAPTER THREE
"Kneel down," Sammy suggested to her in a low whisper. "That way I don't have to open the door so wide and we can both watch them."
Cylvia mindlessly obeyed, hunching over on her hands and knees as the handsome teenaged youth leaned over her and pushed the door slightly wider ... A large double bed was up against the far wall, its base pointing directly at them. Cylvia's heart skipped a beat as, with wide-eyed astonisliment, she saw her raven-haired roommate lying completely naked and spread-eagled in the center of the bed, not five feet away; so close in fact that she could reach out and touch her. Willow's head was rolling back and forth on the mattress, her face contorted in ecstasy.
The school principal's son was kneeling between her nakedly wide-splayed legs, running his lips and tongue moistly up and down her voluptuously mature body. He had sucked her full heaving breasts into quivering hardness, and then traced a wet hot path down to the flat plane of her rippling abdomen and inner thighs. Willow writhed like a woman possessed beneath his flickering caresses. Her hands were tangled tightly in his hair, pulling his lips greedily to her tingling skin.
Cylvia leaned forward on her arms, unable to move. It was different with someone you didn't know like the people in those pictures, but this was her roommate and friend! She tried to blot out the shocking sight, her inhibited mind rebelling to watch a boy she knew toying with the obscenely squirming body of a woman over twice his age was depraved and lewd! She knew she should turn away, but couldn't seem to find the strength she had to look, the salacious spectacle mesmerizing her.
The alcohol seeped through her flesh and bubbled in her veins, killing her conscience and sweeping away the revulsion as she continued to watch her writhing roommate and the adolescent boy on the bed. Her head lightened with each passing second, and she found herself beginning to enjoy the scene before her, watching with studied detachment a pagan ritual that was old as time itself.
Willow was beautiful, she thought as she gazed in intoxicated rapture at the lushly naked figure spread in sacrifice on the bed before her. The boy had worked her up to a fever pitch, and Willow's mouth hung open wide in ecstatic delight, her glassy, lust-smoked eyes staring up into nothingness. Young Carl placed himself in position over her rapidly rising and falling belly, his face hanging within inches of the sparse pubic mound below. His hands were pressed into the fleshy outer flanges of her cuntal lips. Cylvia sucked in her stomach with a gasp as she saw his thumbs massage for a moment and then pull outward slowly, parting the dark pubic hair and exposing the moist pink slit of Willow's vagina. The dainty bud of her erect little clitoris was clearly visible, throbbing into hardness just above the stretched elastic opening of her wetly palpitating cuntal hole.
Carl's head dropped, his long wet tongue snaking out to lick teasingly at the quivering little nub of raw nerves at the top of her slit. Willow's body jerked as the electric contact was made, and her legs clamped tightly together around the young boy's head, her satiny inner thighs imprisoning his ears in a vise-like grip. Her hips began a slow up and down grinding movement in rhythm to the wet probing of his slavering tongue. Soft mewls of animal pleasure came from her laxly open mouth. She was caught in a mindless fit of uncontrolled lust, and her entire torso writhed like a belly dancer's, keeping rhythm to a wanton music only she could hear and feel.
Cylvia's mouth gaped in disbelief as she watched the older woman twisting lustfully to the teenager's depraved sucking of her loins. She held her heated breath, the rum churning through her blood, and she felt her mind opening like a budding jungle flower. She wasn't certain now whether the two nakedly writhing bodies on the bed were real or a figment of her imagination. Time and distance had suddenly become indefinable nothing existed in the confused teacher's drunken mind but the lewdly exciting scene before her. The more she watched them, the more she became mystically connected to them.
Cylvia's own sensually trembling body started to involuntarily sway in time to that of Willow's flesh squirming in obscene surrender to the nerve-shattering lickings of the kneeling teenaged boy's lips and mouth glued to her moistly quivering cunt. Sammy had moved behind his teacher now, and was pressing against her tightly, his arms extended around her full throbbing breasts and his fingers squeezing them in a teasing circular motion that caused her to squirm her softly rounded buttocks back hard against his young loins. She could feel a virile stiffness growing there under his pants, and when he pressed forward she could feel the full thickness of his slender cock pressing through her short mini-skirt into the crevice between her ass cheeks. The thin folds of her nylon panties were pushed in against her tiny, sensitive anus, sending small warning spasms of pleasure rippling up her belly to the rising nipples of her breasts.
The shattered remnants of her vow to control her smoldering emotions were rapidly fading into nothingness as she felt Sammy's fumbling hands slip inside her blouse and move softly around her bare mid section, and then rise to push her tightly restricting brassiere up and away from her ripely swollen breasts. His tender hands cupped the resilient mounds greedily as her warm naked flesh came free, trapping the hardening, sensitive nipples between his thumb and forefinger, squeezing them until a tiny, excruciating sensation brought a gasp of surprised pleasure from his teacher's moistly open lips. He pushed forward with his slim pelvis, sinking his covered young hardness deeper into the split of her involuntarily contracting buttocks.
"Quite a show, isn't it?" the boy whispered in her ear, his warm breath hot against her flesh. "Carl is sure sucking Miss Davis' cunt, ain't he?"
"Y-you don't have to talk that way," Cylvia hissed shrilly back over her shoulder. "And ... And take your hands off me this minute!" she ordered, trying to squirm free of his clutching fingers on her nakedly throbbing breasts, feeling a numbing fear rising in her body. Wild thoughts of what he might have in mind to do to her raced through her brain, and then she felt him grinding his stiff boyish penis into her softly quivering anal crevice while his hands never paused in their gentle massaging of her sensitive globular breasts. "Stop it, Sammy! Please . . . "
"Shhhhh, they'll hear you," his high-pitched voice purred from behind her, and he drew her back against him, pressing his erect, pulsing cock all the harder between her wildly trembling thighs.
Suddenly, Carl looked up from Willow's wetly grinding cunt, his long rigid cock standing out in the air like a massive pole of flesh. "You hear something?" he asked the black-haired woman craning his neck, while Sammy holding tight to his teacher's breasts, eased them back into the shadows of the living room.
"No . . . " gasped the naked Willow feverishly. "But I don't give a damn anyway. Come on back here, little honey. Fuck me now, stick your big prick in my cunt and fuck me ... Ohhh, Jesus, yes, that's right! That's it! Ohhhhh!"
"Please, Sammy," Cylvia mewled, "Please let me go!"
But instead, he pressed her forward again to where she could once more watch the utterly deplorable performance going on a few feet away from her on the wide bed. Her young student continued to squeeze and caress her naked breasts, and his palpitating slim cock throbbed achingly between the cheeks of her frantically quivering buttocks. Cylvia's breath came in time to Willow's gasps as her roommate moaned and groaned beneath the other young boy's penis sunk deep into her wide-split vagina. The muscles in Cylvia's own ripely mature body were as taut as bow strings as she reacted unwillingly to the maddening fondling of the youthful hand on her full rounded breasts and the lust-enraging sight of the principal's son buffeting Willow's wantonly writhing torso up and down on the mattress. The older woman's eyes were glazed with a wild, ecstatic film of animal lust that Cylvia had never dreamed existed. Its very rawness brought a moan to her lips, her tongue circling them nervously as she felt the hot impatient juices of her own moistly swollen pussy increase its flow between her legs, drenching her panties with its sticky moisture. She was beside herself with a near uncontrollable mixture of fear and abhorrence and the unfathomable smoldering lust that Sammy Niven's foul obscenities were enkindling in her.
"See there, Miss Wheyman? Now Carl's fucking Willow," the boy whispered, and his hand cupped her naked, palpitating breast as she gaped at the wet couplings of the two naked bodies. He gave another sudden hard pinch against the soft rubbery nipple, sending a flash of pain and pleasure shooting along the full length of her spine, and Cylvia had to clench her teeth to keep from moaning a helpless sigh aloud. Then his slender tongue flicked moistly into her ear, causing her to squirm back against his hard, virile cock.
"See that?" he taunted. "She's got her long white legs wrapped right around his neck now, so her cunt is wide open and he can fuck his prick up into her belly until she can damn near taste it!"
"Oh God, Sammy ... No, please don't.. . " she pleaded, tears bubbling from her eyes. He had her in a position where she couldn't fight back and he knew it. If she resisted too strongly they were bound to be discovered, and she would be mortified beyond belief to be found watching by the door like this with him. Good Lord, why had she ever listened to Willow and come here tonight?
Then, the figures on the bed were still for a moment, and Cylvia was certain that they had been discovered. It was as if her blood turned to ice water for that brief, panic-filled interval. . . then she saw Carl begin a slow rocking motion over the nakedly impaled older woman below him. Once more, the blonde-haired teacher riveted her eyes upon them, and she saw the boy withdraw slightly, his thick, fleshy column sliding out for several inches before he thrust forward again and kept it buried deep inside her madly grinding cunt. He withdrew once again until the underside of his virile cock-head, wet and shining, was visible to the hypnotized younger teacher. Her mouth dropped open and she sucked in her breath as she stared in wonderment as Willow's long legs came down to wrap around her teenaged lover's hips, her heels tight in against the cheeks of his slim, taut buttocks straining to pull him back inside her. The cords on the inside of her thighs flexed tightly as she pushed her soft, down-covered pussy back up over his moistly glistening penis. Her hollowing buttocks lifted several inches off of the mattress as she struggled upward desperately trying to absorb the entirety of the hard, boyish cock back into the fleshy pink folds of her hungry wet cunt. Her lewdly flexing buttocks began a rhythmic beat up and down his long smooth shaft as his soft hairy balls slapped in tempo against her tightly puckering anus below.
Suddenly, Cylvia's own body stiffened as she felt one of Sammy's hands sliding down over her bare stomach, down ... down ... to gently apply pressure at the warmly throbbing mound of her own pelvis. The alcohol coursed lazily through her bloodstream, intensifying the unchecked sensations beginning to surge overwhelmingly through her against her weakening will. She clenched her eyes shut, fighting her enveloping desires with all of her remaining strength, but the soft fingers of his young hand nipping teasing at her aching nipple and the hardness of his slim, throbbing cock grinding into the cleft of her smoothly rounded buttocks brought forth soft moans of near helpless submission from her lips.
"Oh, God, Sammy don't ... don't touch me like that! You mustn't!" she sobbed, conscious now of the heavy groans of ecstasy coming from the bed. She moaned and tried again to pull away from the handsome teenager, using all of her willpower to overcome the strange sensations building up against her will deep in her belly.
Then, she gasped and held her breath as she felt the hem of her short skirt reach the top of her thighs, letting the cool night air rush against them, and eager young fingers suddenly come in hot searing contact with the hungering softness of her naked flesh. An almost overpowering shock of delight rippled across her abdomen as she felt him slowly slipping his outstretched middle finger under the passion-soaked elastic leg band of her flimsy white little panties. She squirmed back against the boy, one hand trying to push him away while the other clung atop the hand inside her blouse squeezing her breast. But Sammy Nivens was not to be denied, and his teacher whimpered helplessly as his fingertip found the narrow warm slit of her moistly pulsing vagina and gently thrust into it, parting the soft pubic hair and making sudden delicious contact with the throbbing head of her sensitively tingling clitoris. It was wet and slippery from the unwanted desires permeating her entire being, and she sucked in her breath tightly to hold back the groan of pleasure she felt building deep in her chest.
Dear God! There was nothing she could do, and to her cringing horror, she found herself reacting involuntarily to the maddening caresses of her naked breasts and vagina. She was excessively wet up between her legs, and found her hips slowly squirming in unintentional rhythm to the light teasing of his extended middle finger worming its way into her hotly pulsating pussy.
"Bend down, Miss Wheyman," Sammy breathed in her ear. "Bend down, and I'll fuck you, fuck you just like Sammy's fucking Miss Davis in there."
"Oh God, I can't let you do that to me! I can't!" she panted, unable to stop the rocking of her love starved body against his hand.
"I'll fuck you good, Ma'am, and we can still watch at the same time," he whispered again, eager with his developing manhood.
Cylvia arched her neck and rolled her head from side to side, grinding her firmly rounded buttocks in desperation as she endeavored to escape the delicious finger fucking the young boy was giving her.
"No ... No . . . " she chanted mindlessly, her eyes still glued to Carl's obscene young penis slithering in and out of her roommate's warmly welcoming vagina. A last thought of the shame of what she was allowing a teenaged boy to do to her flickered through her conscience as she heard the metallic sound of a zipper behind her as Sammy opened his fly and his slim virile cock burst into freedom.
God! A penis! I can't take a penis! The old, familiar dread came rushing back in a torrent of fear and denial, but there was no time for further thought as the youth dropped to his knees behind her wantonly quivering buttocks and drew her little white nylon panties quickly down over the white rounded cheeks of her ass, leaving the undergarment hanging at her knees. Without a moment's hesitation, he stood over her, and his teacher quivered with terror as she felt the warm prodding of his boyish lust-swollen cock press into the split between her nakedly widespread buttocks. God, he's going to hurt me! A boy or not, he's too big for me, just like all men are, the thought raced through her suddenly fear-filled mind. Sammy will split me open!
Her warmly fleshed buttocks instinctively cringed forward, drawing away from the rubbery tipped penis pressing into her from behind, but it inexorably followed. He's going to hurt me! Oh God, he'll rip into me just like Daddy did!
The fear stricken woman felt the slender young penis begin a slow prodding and working against her wetly open pussy lips, parting them and forcing its way just inside the tightly constricted vaginal hole. There was a stretching feeling as the eagerly pulsating penis eased its way through the vaginal muscles she was vainly trying to squeeze tight against his entry. Then, suddenly she felt her thighs swept wide apart, and Sammy's long virile cock slithered wetly up into her hotly throbbing passage. The weight of his lean pelvis crushing hard against her warm fleshy buttocks pushed her face brutally forward against the floor.
"Mmmmmmmaaaw," she strangled through tightly clenched teeth. The adolescent youth couldn't have had more than four or five inches of hardened prick, but it still felt like the endless length of a huge boring drill tunneling deep into her fearfully cringing belly. The blonde teacher struggled and swung her lushly naked buttocks in a vain attempt to escape the cruel impalement, but it was no use. The youngster had skewered her up to the hilt of his virile hardness, and she was stuck on the end of his erection like a mounted insect in one of her school displays. Cylvia's mouth opened and closed with sensation and torment, her moistly heated cuntal walls still spasmodically squeezing in defiance against the unwanted invasion of the long boyish penis embedded in her cringing belly. She moaned haplessly, her fingers and toes curling reflexively against the floor.
Through her haze of imagined agony and uncertainty, Cylvia saw Willow's lewdly parted lips mouthing obscenities at the young boy who was fucking atop her. In spite of her abhorrence, the blonde watched in complete absorption as the principal's son curled his hand beneath Willow's wildly pumping buttocks, and the tip of his outstretched middle finger circled tantalizingly at the fleshy fringe of her tightly puckered anus. He played there for a long teasing moment, then suddenly brought a tortured groan from the mature woman's lewdly twisting body beneath him as he slipped the finger through the protective muscle and rammed it deep inside her rectum. Willow's long legs kicked out again, and she squealed in torment and delight before her legs locked around young Carl Forbish once more, pumping madly up and down against both cock and finger screwing deep inside her . . .
Gasping and panting with boyish delight, Sammy Nivens began to rock rhythmically behind Cylvia and gently fuck in and out of the warm velvety confines of his blonde teacher's tight little cunt. Gradually Cylvia allowed her ravaged muscles to relax, and as she did so, she was astonished to find that increasingly, the pain she had thought she would surely experience was. turning instead to pleasure. A strange masochistic light began to shine in her eyes, and as she watched Willow squealing encouragement to the depraved fucking of Carl's slim boyish cock, she couldn't help thinking that her raven-haired roommate had been right ... Yes, yes, a man was too much for her to accept, but a boy's slender, virile penis was just perfect inside her! Unfamiliar thrills of wicked excitement were starting to course through her entire being. She couldn't help the desire to undulate her nakedly ripe buttocks in lascivious circles of rhythm to Sammy's wonderfully pulsating penis fucking into her from behind.
"Oh God," she breathed suddenly back at him. "I like it, I like it, you darling little boy."
Cylvia's eyes opened and closed as a glaze of passion slowly frosted over them. She spread her thighs even wider, moving her feet apart and stretching the flimsy nylon panties still hanging at her knees. She lowered her buttocks so that the young boy behind her could grind more of his deliriously pumping shaft of hardness into her nerve sensitive pussy. She could feel with obscene delight the cool metal of his zipper pressing tight into the cheeks of her buttocks as the boy drove harder and faster inside her, the soft material of his blue jeans rubbing erotically against the backs of her thighs, the sparse, springy hair around the base of his nearly hairless young loins brushing tantalizingly against her insanely puckering anus. She dropped from her elbows to the flatness of the floor so that her breasts were squashed tightly against the wood and she could rotate her hips in lewd beckoning gestures. Forgotten was the humiliation of bending like a slave while a fifteen year old youth fucked her from behind; forgotten were the ruined panties hanging at her knees like a lowered flag of sexual surrender to obscene lusts; forgotten was everything except the one flaming fact that delicious pleasure was coursing through her like a raging fire. For the first time in her life she wanted to be fucked by a man, and it made no difference to her that the man was merely a boy growing up. He was old enough and had equipment enough, and that was all that counted to her sensation wracked body.
"Ohhh," she whimpered through bared teeth. "Ohhhh, Ahhhhh," she whined as his lean, pumping cock expanded with his budding hot desire deep up inside her wetly accepting cunt.
Her youthful lover felt the involuntary answering throbs of her tightly clasping cuntal walls around the blunt head of his cock as she undulated her buttocks to the rhythm of his surging loins. "Miss Davis figured you'd like to get fucked once you had a taste of my cock," he gloated childishly down over her. "She was right, too!"
"Yes, darling! Ohhh, you can fuck me ... You can fuck me any time you want to, Sammy! Ohhh, this is wonderful!" She was willing to say anything just so the magnificent stroking of his hardened young cock into her newly awakened vagina would not stop. She was shocked to hear what her own traitorous lips were telling him, but the ecstasy of reaching an orgasm was rising deep within her belly, and after thirty years of denial, she was beside herself with new found pleasures.
"Wow, Miss Wheyman," Sammy grunted breathlessly behind her. "You're the wildest fuck I've ever had!"
"Don't stop ... Don't stop ... Don't stop . . . " his lewdly bucking teacher panted as she flailed her head from side to side with delight. She bent a little so she could see down between her own dancing breasts, and she watched the pummeling young cock of her youthful lover fusing with her own pinkly swollen vagina until his tight, hairless little testicles bounced rhythmically off her nakedly squirming buttocks. The lascivious sight only spurred her on, and she felt that at last she had discovered the delights of being a woman, and that she had been horribly stupid to let the differences in age prevent her from enjoying them to the fullest before tonight.
"Fuck me, little darling ... Ohhhh, fuck me, fuck me . . . " she moaned incessantly. "Cum ... Cum inside me with your sperm."
"I will! I will!" babbled young Sammy mindlessly. "Ohhh, I'm almost ready to cum, Miss Wheyman! I'm almost there!"
Cylvia heard an unearthly gurgle emit from her roommate's mouth and saw Willow Davis jerk her wildly thrashing buttocks up in a lewd scramble for completion against the hard young penis pistoning deep inside her cunt. At the same time, Cordell Forbish's son, Carl, groaned and thrust as hard as he could inside the black-haired woman's quivering belly, and Cylvia saw his tightly drawn-up little testicles throb with his release of milky white fresh semen. She was able to see the hot cream overflowing from Willow's wetly pulsing cuntal lips to cascade down and mat her inner thighs.
And now behind her, the writhing school teacher could hear young Sammy gasp at the same lewd sight before their eyes. His deeply embedded hardness began a sudden jerking that flooded without warning into his teacher's vaginal hole with surge after surge of virile boy's sperm. "Oh, Jesus," he groaned, convulsively ramming his spurting young cock farther up inside her womb, "Oh Jesus, I'm cumming, Miss Wheyman!"
"Yes, darling! Yes, yes, yes!" Cylvia cried back, choking as a low banshee wail suddenly formed on the edges of her lust-contorted lips, piercing through the sounds of the other two nakedly panting bodies on the bed before her. Her nostrils flared wide and she screwed herself back against his wildly ejaculating penis, locking herself to his lean thighs while her own orgasming loins throbbed spasmodically against his buried youthful hardness. She held her breath for an interminable moment, feeling Sammy empty the last of his adolescent seed deep into her insatiable woman's cunt, and then she expelled her breath as if she were dying. The juices of the co-mingling orgasms swirled far into her gratefully quivering belly in a wet tide of joy and passion that Cylvia had only been able to dream about before tonight.
Sammy Niven's flexed the muscle of his rapidly deflating cock hoping to bring it to life so he could fuck his Social Studies teacher again. Jesus, what a ride! Miss Davis had said Miss Wheyman would be hard to get, but worth it if he did, and she'd been right! She was always right, ever since she'd first sucked his cock last year. But even as he tried to re-erect his virile young penis, a warm, numbing lethargy flowed pleasantly over him and his passion waned. The boy collapsed over the nakedly wide-splayed buttocks of the older woman in front of him, a great sigh of contentment escaping from his lips . . .
Cylvia lay with her head in her arms, able to feel his deflated young cock still heatedly throbbing inside her pussy. Her muscles slowly turned to rubber, and she fell on her belly, her legs spreading obscenely out on either side of the youth. Her heart pounded in her chest as her climax gently waned from her flesh and a semblance of sanity returned to her mind.
She peered through lust dulled eyes to see Willow and the fifteen year old Carl cradling each other in their naked arms like mother and son. The boy panted for his breath, and Willow was murmuring endearments into his ear, obviously unaware that they were being watched.
"You want more, Carl?" she asked the boy seductively.
"Sure I do, Miss Davis. Give me a rest and I'll fuck you again."
"Hurry, my sweet, tender lover.. . " cooed the molesting older woman, and she gently fondled his cum slickened young penis. After a moment, she started to masturbate him, using just her thumb and forefinger, slowly moving the few inches of his developing manhood up and down in an attempt to make his penis erect and virile again. Carl groaned and pressed his lips to her full, naked breast so he could suckle one of her dark-rimmed nipples, as she gently stroked him to hardness again.
The lewd sights and sounds jarred Cylvia from her drained lethargy. A wave of shame and humiliation filtered through her as she realized where she was and who she was and who was lying exhausted on top of her naked buttocks with his long slender penis buried deep between the fleshy folds of her vagina. Tears began to stain her cheeks as she turned to look at the lewd picture that she made with young Sammy Nivens, their arms and legs sprawled in an obscene portrait of the age old position of intercourse.
Well, she'd finally been fucked and liked it, fucked by a boy young enough to be her son. A few hours ago she'd been a decent woman, even if sexually frustrated, but now she lay on the bare wooden floor of his parent's weekend house with the fresh seed of this child pooling in her belly. She felt Sammy's lithe young body stirring above her, and the soft tugging of his withdrawal as his now limp penis reluctantly slipped from her moistly quivering vagina with an obscene sucking sound. He crawled upright, a thin trail of his virile white sperm trailing from the end of his dangling cock to her thighs.
"Gosh, Miss Wheyman," he said in tender wistfulness, "wasn't that a great fuck?"
A wave of self-loathing rolled over his teacher's nakedly used flesh. God, she wished she were dead! She wished his parents would come in now and kill her for corrupting their handsome young son the way she had. But no, she was alive, and would stay that way; and now she wanted nothing more urgently than to get away from this awful place just as quickly as she could.
Without speaking, she slowly struggled to her feet, trying hard to avert her eyes from the unzipped pants of the teenager who'd just fucked her half to death.
"I said wasn't that a fine fuck, ma'am?"
"Wonderful," she said dully, and almost as a gesture of contempt, she kicked her soiled and ruined panties from around her legs. She was naked beneath her skirt, but it was preferable than having to slip those nylon briefs up and have them touch her sperm-matted vaginal flesh and pubic hair.
"I'll be even better next time, Miss Wheyman. You'll see!"
"There won't be a next time, Sammy," she answered vaguely and turned toward the front door. "Not ever.. . "
"Golly, wasn't I any good? Didn't I please you, ma'am?"
Cylvia paused and turned to look at the pain in the handsome brown-haired boy's face, and she felt sorry for him. It wasn't his fault that this had happened. Willow Davis had obviously perverted him months before, and he was merely reacting as he'd been trained. And now his vulnerable adolescent's ego was hurt by the humiliating idea that he hadn't been man enough for her. God, if he only knew how well he had satisfied her! But he must never, never know ... Not if she would ever have a prayer of forgetting this surrender of everything she'd ever considered decent and right. She tried to think of some parting word, but couldn't, and so with head hung low with dejection, she turned back again and moved toward the door.
"Hey!" she heard Carl yell behind her. "Hey, where do you think you're going, Teach?"
She saw Cordell Forbish's son standing naked in the doorway of the bedroom now, the curvaceous form of Willow sitting up on the bed behind him. There was a cruel, hungry look to his small beady eyes, and she sensed with fear that his gaze on her braless breasts and cum-matted buttocks was one of carnal lust.
"I'm leaving," she said with all the courage she could muster. "I'm leaving, and you can't stop me."
"The hell I can't, Miss Wheyman," the boy snarled, stepping toward her. "I've fucked Miss Davis, but I want you, too."
"No . . . ! "
The youth lunged, and Cylvia turned, suddenly fired with the hysterical desire to run ... run ... before he caught and raped her. Carl Forbish was almost at her heels, but then she was at the front door and wrenching it open.
"Wait, Miss Wheyman!" Sammy Nivens called out to her, but she was already in the driveway now, her naked breasts jiggling wildly beneath her unbuttoned blouse and her bare feet running painfully on the gravel.
"Cylvia, wait!" she heard Willow Davis yell behind her, the terrified blonde teacher refused to stop even though her lungs threatened to burst from fear and exertion.
Carl, Sammy, and Willow all stood by the open door, stunned by Cylvia's sudden panic and desertion. Carl turned to his buddy beside him and said with a snicker: "She run out on you, huh?"
"Yeah," Sammy said miserably. "I guess she did."
"And just when I was going to pop her my prick, too."
"We could run after her," Sammy suggested.
"What, and be picked up for indecent exposure?" Carl scoffed. "I can see me now, running down the street bare assed naked with my cock and balls flapping in the breeze."
"Well, what are we going to do? She might tell somebody."
"She's not the type," Willow said behind him. "She'll go home and cry herself to sleep, that's all. Shut the door, Carl, and let's all go in the bedroom again. I can take both of you on tonight."
"Sure," Carl said, and his slender penis began to jerk with renewed arousal. "I'm ready; what about you, Sammy?"
"Hot damn, just show me the hole I'm supposed to stick it in!"
Laughing, the two young boys and their older lover closed the door and arm-in-arm started back to the bedroom for a night of fun and games with the three of them together.
CHAPTER FOUR
Cylvia cried out suddenly and woke up, sweat pouring from her face, her blonde-haired vagina strangely wet and tingling. It had been another nightmare, another in a long series of them since she had reached the apartment late the previous night following her date with Hillary Conklin. But this nightmare was even worse because it had something to do with one of her students.
She shook her head, trying to wake up fully and clear her muddled brain as she saw by the bedside clock that it was nearly ten in the morning. But shaking her head only caused intense agony.
She lay back on the cool sheets, her head cradled by the thick pillow, and she felt oddly thick-headed and woozy. Every muscle in her body seemed to be tied in tiny knots, and her head ached with an excruciating hangover. She remained still for a moment, trying to recall that seemingly never-ending nightmare which went on and on and kept waking her up screaming in the darkened room . . .
The obscene sight of Willow being fucked by Carl Forbish ... and little Sammy Nivens behind she, herself, humping his eager young loins against her nakedly writhing buttocks as she kneeled on all fours like a bitch dog in heat and . . .
The impact suddenly hit her!
"My God! Last night! It happened!"
In spite of the pain, she sat bolt upright. Questions began to run through her head faster than her whirling mind could check them. Sleepiness vanished in a single stroke of realization of what she had seen and done, and she stumbled from her bed and lurched heavily into the bathroom, looking in the cabinet mirror with disbelieving eyes.
"God, oh God, I did do it," she moaned in anguish. "I let a student of mine fuck me." And fuck was the right word, she knew unhesitatingly ... she'd been fucked with no pretense of love or affection attached to it, but just plain fucked! She felt the blood rising in her cheeks as vivid memories of Sammy's virile young body and her own sordid performance drifted back to her. Truly, the boy had been more of a conquering warrior before he'd made her cum, and she had submitted to him as she had never done to any other male in her life, in an obscene orgasm which had all but shattered her mind and spirit.
Heavy lines marred her usually young looking complexion, and her eyes were sunk deeply into her face as though she had aged a decade, overnight. She looked down to where her sleek inner thighs were trembling in the sheer white panties of her baby-doll pajamas. Her hands smoothed over her filmy-clad breasts, and she moaned aloud as she touched them gently and felt how tender the swollen nipples were against her fingertips. Her hands explored further, coursing their way over her gown to her thighs, and she moaned again as she opened the waistband of the panties and let her fingers touch the flushed pink lips of her fleshy vagina and probe the warmly sensitive slit. She felt her fingers become moist from fifteen year old
Sammy's fresh white sperm that still matted her curly blonde pubic hair and seeped from her pulsing inner skin. Strange, she had to admit, the only signs of outward damage are of dissipation ... not bruises or black and blue welts like I'd expected. Nobody would know that I'd been fucked half-crazy by one of my students last night. . .
"God, what am I going to do? How can I face Sammy and the rest of my class on Monday?" she groaned in anguish as she groped her way painfully back to the bedroom. She forced back tears and a wracking sob, opening the closet and taking out a chenille robe, which she slipped over her full, lush figure and buttoned it all the way from top to bottom, then walked on tiptoes through the living room for fear of waking Willow in the other bedroom. In the kitchen, she plugged in the percolator, then sat down at the dinette table, trying to contemplate her future now. It was then that she noticed a sheet of ruled notepaper on the table, propped up against the sugar bowl. She picked it up and saw that it was a message from Willow in her neat, round handwriting.
Cylvia, it read. Have gone to school to catch up on some filing and typing. Will be back tonight. You were the hit of the party last night, but I'm sorry you left so early. I never realized you had such hidden talents!
The blonde teacher crumpled the note and flung it as far from her as she could. God, what had ever possessed Willow to talk her into such perverted things? Cylvia had trusted her, had accepted her as a friend and roommate, and something warped in Willow's mind had caused her to take advantage of that friendship, and worse, to rub it in with lewd notes of mocking derision the next day! Cylvia had half a mind to call the police! But then the bubbling of the coffee pot brought her back from her pique of anger to reality and, as she poured herself a cup of hot black coffee, she knew that she could never say a word about what had taken place in that rustic home last night. To do so, she would be forced to admit her own corrupting part in the affair, and then everybody would know what kind of child molesting woman they'd hired to teach their innocent children. The publicity, the reliving of the lurid details that even now sent little tingles of unwanted sensation shooting through her, the contempt and horror by all decent citizens and the almost assured jail sentence and life-long branding as a pervert ... Dear God, she was truly beaten by Willow, and she was sure her dark-haired roommate knew it and was enjoying her power over her.
Perhaps there was something in human nature that reveled in seeing the humiliation in others. She could remember for the first time her own reaction when she had seen the naked older woman squirming uncontrollably beneath Carl Forbish's hard young penis, and how she had been repulsed at first but then had watched in fascination, unable to tear her eyes away. And how the scene of subjugated passion had unleashed her own pent-up desires until she'd allowed Sammy to lift her skirt from behind and take possession of her kneeling, sex-starved body. And how she had then bucked and twisted in obscene delight and uncontrolled lust beneath his attack.
No, she couldn't hate Willow, or blame the black-haired woman for the succumbing of her flesh, any more than she could blame the handsome boy who had taken advantage of her own despicable submission. Had she been the strong-willed person she'd always considered herself to be, and had not allowed her suddenly blossoming depraved appetite to take command of her senses, the whole repugnant nightmare would have been averted. She could have broken free before it had been too late, if she had really wanted to. But the fact of the matter was that she had been completely and wantonly entranced by the sight of the principal's young son fucking his father's secretary and the ugly but delicious sensations Sammy Nivens had sent coursing through her helplessly enslaved body.
God, she was so ashamed! She never wanted to face any of them again, not after what happened, but somehow she would have to summon up courage by this time Monday morning. What was going to become of her? Would she find that she couldn't control her salacious desires for little children and seduce other adolescent boys whenever the evil urge overtook her? No, no! She'd rather die first! And yet. . .
A bell ringing at the front door of the apartment snapped Cylvia from her self-damning thoughts. After several moments of waiting and hoping whoever was pushing the bell would give up and go away, she resignedly rose and walked from the kitchen, tightening the belt of the robe as she went.
"Who ... who is it?" she called through the door hesitantly.
"Western Union," came a muffled voice from the other side.
"A telegram? But who She unlatched the door and opened it, and then the blood drained from her face as she saw it wasn't a
Western Union messenger at all but the smirking faces of Sammy Nivens and Carl Forbish who were smiling back at her. Instantly, she tried to slam the door on them, but Carl stuck his foot in the way, and she couldn't shut them out.
"Go away!" she hissed through the small opening his shoe made. "Go away this instant!"
"Open up before we break it down, Teach," the Forbish kid snarled back. "You want all your neighbors to hear what we can tell them?"
"What.. . what do you want?"
"We'll tell you inside ... or out. You've got three seconds to decide which it'll be."
"Oh God," the blonde-haired teacher moaned hopelessly, knowing that she couldn't risk having Carl shout about what had happened last night. Knowing him and his bullying ways, he'd just be the kind to follow through on his threat, too. She inched the door back, letting the two boys in, and then closed the door abruptly.
"Say what you have to say, and then leave," she snapped with her remaining defiance at them, her eyes flashing angrily. "If you try anything, I'll. . . I'll call the police!"
Carl's penis throbbed in his tight pants as he studied his Social Studies teacher, eagerly taking in all her provocatively robed curves as he mulled over her threat. "No, Miss Wheyman," he snickered. "No, I don't think you will."
"Yes! I will! I swear it!" But even Cylvia detected the hollowness inherent in her promised actions.
"If you were, you'd have last night," he chuckled malevolently. "And you didn't, did you? Which brings up why we're here. See, you left kinda hastily last night, and I don't like it, on account I didn't get my share like I wanted."
"What. . . What do you mean?" she gasped, her stomach suddenly convulsing into a knot.
"Well, now, we figure that any babe who gets her kicks out of watching other people fuck while having cock stuffed into her should be raring to go almost anytime. Right, Sammy?"
Sammy Nivens smiled back, a wild glitter of arousal glinting in his eyes. "Yeh! And she gives a helluva ride, too!"
"I mean, Teach, like you should be hot to trot for us right now."
Cylvia's mouth twisted into a harsh cry of bitterness. There was no way of avoiding the meaning of the vulgar words any longer. She was being told that she was no better than a whore, her defenseless body to be plundered whenever any vicious boy felt like abusing it. Letting these two little friends in the apartment had been the worst mistake yet, she could see that now, and she desperately tried to think of a way of getting them out.
"No," she whimpered, shaking her head vigorously. "No, no, I won't let you! I'll. . . I'll . . . "
"Call the cops," Carl sneered. "I know. Or maybe get Miss Davis to help, right? We saw her car parked at the school before we came over here. There's just you and us, Miss Wheyman, and you better believe it."
"Right on, and besides, you might just change your mind and like it," Sammy added. "like you did last night."
Cylvia could feel his excited breathing as he took a few steps closer to her cringing body, and the pungent smell of his male arousal permeated her nostrils. "When you can't fight it, as they say, relax and enjoy it," the handsome teenager said.
"Threaten to call the cops, will you?" Carl
Forbish sneered spitefully as he began edging around the other side of her. "Miss Wheyman, when we finish with you, you won't want to go nowhere. You'll be too damned sore after taking us on together to even move!"
If there had been any doubt to what Carl meant, he shattered it completely by unzipping his pants and taking them off in front of her. Cylvia was suddenly faced with the sight of his pulsing young erection springing up in full sight between his legs. It was five inches or so in length and thick for a teenager his age, throbbing with blood-engorged passion, giving grim warning of the lustful state its youthful owner was in. Her eyes trailed a slow path along his body, still pudgy with baby fat, up to his pig-eyed face, and a piteous and useless mewl came from her as she pleaded for mercy. But there was none in Cordell Forbish's adolescent son, nothing but flaming lust. She turned away, only to see that Sammy Nivens had joined his buddy in taking his clothes off, and that he, too, was now standing in her apartment's living room with his boyish penis sticking straight out from his lean hairless loins, a shimmering drop of seminal emission already forming on the eye of his cock-head. She gaped at the rising hardness she knew all too well and, unwantedly, a shiver of expectation rippled along her spine. Lord, he was a handsome and virile looking boy!
But two together! She might have been able to somehow live through one at a time if she had to ... but two! "It can't be, it just can't be!" she whined in utter disbelief. "Not. . . not both of you at the same time!"
Snickers and chortles rebounded as answers, and she was wild with fear as a helpless dread gripped her entrails. She was going to be raped by two vicious little animals at the same time! She cringed away from their touch, shrinking away as best she could, but Carl Forbish was circling her slender waist with a meaty arm, and her struggles were useless. She was hopelessly overpowered by the two strong youths, and there was nothing she could do to stop them from bending her to their will. Sammy grabbed her legs, and though she tried to keep her balance, she suddenly found herself falling forward to the living room carpet, and then she was held down so that she was spread-eagled on her stomach before them. Carl clambered over her and kneeled upright over her buttocks, looking down with his hands on his hips, his hard, boyish cock hovering excitedly, his sperm-swollen testicles hanging like two halves of a walnut below its base.
"There now, Miss Wheyman," he grinned. "That wasn't so bad, was it? Just let yourself go like you did last night, and we'll all have a ball!"
"No! Dear God, no, don't do this to me!" Cylvia tried to move, but could not as the pressure of Sammy's arm around her neck pinned her tightly to the carpet. She could feel Carl sliding down her back until his naked young loins were pressed tightly against the soft firmness of her buttocks. She moaned her protest into the rug as she felt his knee insert itself between her legs and begin prying them relentlessly and cruelly apart.
She fought, but there was no stopping the lust-crazed boy.
He had the leverage and the cruel strength, and soon the straining muscles of her inner thighs began trembling in fatigue before being pushed gradually apart, and his hardened young penis wedged itself painfully into the upraised junction between the softly rounded cheeks of her buttocks. She shamefully knew the boy could feel her quivering beneath him, and she had humiliating visions of how his leering face must look as he trapped her to the rug to do with as he willed. The obscene helplessness of her position and the lewdly spoken threats caused a strange fluttering deep in her stomach which intensified each time Carl Forbish moved his hot hard flesh behind her and the brutal contact intensified.
"Oh God, please don't! Don't do this to me!"
Her piteous supplications were cut short by Sammy's slim fingered hand clamping down hard over her mouth. Further muffled cries were choked back deep down in her throat until only slight broken mewls of anguish could be heard coming from her flaring nostrils.
Carl reached down to her knees and jerked at the chenille bathrobe bunched around her on the floor. There was a low tearing noise as the belt suddenly ripped loose, and the robe fanned up the full length of her firm full thighs and up over the rounded white panty covered fullness of her buttocks. The youth gasped and wriggled it over her hips to the narrow indentation of her waist. All the while Sammy held tight around her neck, his eyes bulging as each voluptuous smooth portion of her mature woman's body appeared.
"Pull her robe off, Sammy! Hurry, before I cream all over her just looking at her tight ass!" Carl's tormenting fingers caressed the lust-inciting nakedness of his teacher's tanned inner thighs, his nostrils flaring with undisguised desire for the smooth silkiness of flesh where they joined her quivering buttocks.
Cylvia groaned as she felt the hardness of
Sammy's virile cock rising under her chin as he followed his buddy's directions. He tugged the robe from around her body and then off her limp, lifeless arms, throwing it aside with almost child-like glee. There was only her filmy baby-doll pajamas lying between her and rape now, the thin panties of which were tightly bunched in the crevice of her buttocks. Even in the dim light, Carl could see curly wisps of her soft pubic hair protruding from the tight elastic of their stretching leg bands, and he was momentarily delighted in the further groans he got from Miss Wheyman's lips as he pulled at the soft curling hair as he would the wings of a fly.
Cylvia could feel a small wet circle of seminal fluid seeping from the tip of Sammy's blunt cock-head and trail along her shame flushed cheek as he leaned over her again and pulled the tops of her baby-dolls up her body to bunch around her neck. His fresh boyish emissions felt warm and sticky against her face, and she tried to move her head away, but he pulled his hand from her naked back and pressed her face tighter into his loins until she lost her breath. He locked her head in position with one hand while the other continued to rummage over her back, his fingers working feverishly to tug the flimsy nightie over her head. Then with an especially vicious wrench of his hand, the thin material parted with a savage ripping sound, and the twin mounds of her soft resilient breasts came into direct contact with the fuzzy carpet of the floor as he threw the now ruined top after the robe. Cylvia's nipples sprang into defensive hardness, their tiny bud-like tips throbbing from the sudden exposure to the roughness of the wool rug. Sammy gaped at Carl's hands coursing hungrily over the softly rounded spheres of her ass and then his own hand slipped around the side of her lushly sensual body. Giggling with adolescent excitement, the boy cupped the full ripeness of her left breast and squeezed it harshly, bringing a further moan of pain and humiliation from his teacher's lips.
Carl's eyes gleamed with inflamed desire as his shaking hands smoothed up the sides of her nakedly quivering body and cupped her right breast from underneath. He pulled and squeezed as it for a moment as his pal was doing, and then with sudden impatience drew his hands down again to the elastic band at the top of her pajama bottoms. He hooked his fingers into the waistband and with a slow methodical certainty, began to peel the satin panties down over the flaring curves of her hips.
"Dear God, no!" she begged the youths as she felt the last of her protective clothing being removed from her defenselessly naked body. "No! I beg you, please no!"
"No call to get so upset, Miss Wheyman," the handsome Sammy chuckled softly. "We're not going to hurt you. Why, a good fuck never hurt any woman, 'specially one as old as you."
"No! Please stop talking like that! My God! I'm ... I'm your teacher! You can't make me do it! You can't"
"Sure we can," Carl tauntingly replied, moving closer with his heatedly pulsating penis embedding itself into the trembling white crevice of her buttocks. "And you know what? I bet that you'll be grateful to us for teaching you a couple of tricks. It's never too late to learn, is it, Miss Wheyman?"
Cylvia had lain almost dormant from paralyzing fear all this time as they clawed and kneaded at her helpless body, but she knew this was the point of no return, and if she didn't resist with all of her strength, there would be no hope. Even death, she thought bitterly, would be better than being raped by these two unfeeling wild animals. With this thought racing in her mind, she gave one last final effort to escape, and rolled from the floor, her sudden movement catching both teenaged boys by surprise.
They reacted both quickly and violently. "Pull her back! Pull her back up!" Carl shouted as they struggled with her flailing arms and legs beneath them.
"Get away from me! Don't touch me!" she was half shrieking. "You ... you little monsters!"
"God damn you!" Carl lashed back, throwing his weight on top of her. The battle lasted only a minute as the greater strength of the two youths gradually won over her hysteria, and she was brutally pulled back to her prone position on the living room carpet, with her face once again pressed tightly into young Sammy's loins. Her nakedly full breasts ached as they were squashed hard and heavy into his lean, muscular body.
"All right, Teach," Carl growled. "You want to do it the hard way, that's the way we'll do it!" With his hands under her hips, he pressured them up higher off the floor, then pressed his knees tight between her, and in one swift downward movement, yanked the white flimsy panties from the half moons of her buttocks. When the silken material caught at the juncture of her belly and thighs, he gave an impatient jerk, ripping them into useless threads.
He laughed and held the tattered remnants up in the air. "We were going to make it nice for you ... but now I'm going to fuck you like you were a bitch dog in heat!"
"Ohhhhh no! Please don't do any more to me!" she pleaded through her tears of shame and humiliation. She could feel her school principal's son's hands begin kneading and stretching the open and unprotected twin mounds of her buttocks. Wriggling her hips in desperation, she jerked forward with a hopeless groan to evade the wildly digging fingers, but there was no escape from the thrusting and probing of her unprotected vagina.
"Ohhhh! Agggghhh!"
She shuddered with an involuntary spasm when Carl's pudgy outstretched middle finger thrust between her thighs and into the soft protective folds of the swollen flesh surrounding her tender pink pussy. She cringed before his initial touch, the soft resilient cheeks of her buttocks hardening and clenching tightly together, trapping his probing hand between them.
"Hold her, Sammy, she's fighting it," he gasped, twisting his hand to pry her buttocks open again. "Man, she is tight!"
"You'd think she wasn't a teacher," Sammy cut in, his voice dropping to an almost reverent whisper. "Why, the way she's carrying on, she's worse than a virgin!"
"Yeah, well we all know better after last night!" Carl snickered, pushing his arm forward to break the death lock that her buttocks had on his hand. "But she hasn't had much cock in her, that's for sure. Maybe only boys smaller than us, you think so, Sammy?"
He gave one last hard push with his forearm, and Cylvia felt the last of the desperate strength she had mustered begin to give way. Her nakedly trapped body shuddered and she moaned as his finger wormed its way into her defenselessly open passage. She clenched her eyes tightly shut in a vain attempt to blank out the hurt that slipped through the remains of her shattered mind. When she opened her mouth to scream, nothing came out except a helpless, muffled groan of exhausted acceptance. Every muscle in her twisted, kneeling body had reached the ultimate breaking point, and she could no longer find any strength to even protest. All was gone with the frenzied attack she was being subjected to, and now there was nothing left but the final coup de grace to be administered with savage viciousness by the arrogant young boy behind her.
She gasped and held her breath as she felt his fingers enlarge and stretch the involuntarily lubricating walls of her vagina and then slip wetly out with a moist sucking sound. He squirmed down behind her, his hand wrapped tightly around his virile, lust-hardened cock, guiding it slowly and deliberately between his fingers into the moist pink lips of her blonde-haired cunt. She cringed forward again, her face contorted in fearsome dread as she felt the bulbous head of his surprisingly thick penis moving up and down behind her in the widespread slit of her cowering pussy, parting the soft curls of her pubic hair in preparation for his brutally thrusting entry. She tried to close her legs, but his knees had insinuated between them and held them cruelly apart.
"Hold her tight, Sammy, I'm going to slip my prick into her now," he directed the wide-eyed teenager whose arms bulged from the pressure he was placing on his teacher's shoulders. Cylvia whimpered as she felt the first hard contact against the sensitive lips of her wetly throbbing cunt and the slow agonizing pressure beginning.
"Ooooooohhh," she groaned incoherently.
Carl pressured forward with a quick, unexpected thrust, flexing his youthful buttocks with all his boyish strength, slipping his long, blood-filled cock inside her swollen vagina with a rush which left her gasping.
"Ahhhhhh!" Cylvia flailed her head wildly into Sammy's virile loins as he worked with all his strength to hold her down. The sudden shock of Carl's thrust rejuvenated her shattered muscles, and she squirmed and twisted like a mad woman trying to escape the cruel and painful rape of her moistly cringing cunt.
"God! What a box!" Carl gasped from behind as he felt its warm wet walls slipping over his rigid shaft like hot melted wax. His head fell loosely back as his loins buffeted forward and his rock-hard young cock speared into the helplessly struggling woman without mercy. It raced into the depths of her helpless white belly, pushing before its blunt-tipped head great waves of warm moist flesh until suddenly his pelvis smacked tight into her and flattened her upraised buttocks in a hard sharp slap that reverberated through the small living room like a flat-handed blow across the face.
Cylvia's muffled moans of pain and humiliation went unheeded as the boy reached forward with both hands and grasped her by the shoulders, pulling her whole naked body back tight against him. His hard virile penis was sunk to its fullest in her painfully quivering pussy, and she could feel the hardness of its cock-head pressed tightly against the sensitive end of her cervix.
There was no reason to struggle or fight any more, even if she had found the strength. She had been conquered just as she had been last night, and could only kneel in servile acceptance like a slave to be used as her youthful master desired. She could never face a living soul with any measure of pride or decency, and doubted that she would even be able to look at herself in a mirror. Two boys half her age had stripped her self-respect completely this morning, and none of it would ever had happened had she not given in to her lewd desires last night. What was left? Nothing, nothing but the hardened young penis buried deep inside her inflamed vagina.
She knew that both the youths sensed the loss of her last remaining ounce of resistance, for Sammy let her go, standing up to grin down with wild-eyed, bulging eyes, as Carl began a slow fucking motion between her thighs. Her body went limp, and she felt the pain lessen as her tightly clasping passage expanded further and further with each teasing rotation of his rigid young penis inside her. Her tears of shame and humiliation continued to flow, but as her adolescent torturer continued to thrust forward with a powerful in and out fucking rhythm, small tingles of delicious arousal began to curl unwantedly deep up inside the moistly trembling walls of her cunt.
Slowly, inexorably her woman's body commenced an involuntary reaction as though it was severed from her resisting mind. Lewd flames of desire began to course through her veins, and gradually she lost the will to fight them, either. Now she knew that in spite of her repugnance and horror, she was about to surrender totally to the brutal youth fucking into her wetly heated cunt between her wide-stretched thighs. The mere thought sent more unconscious chills running along the base of her spine as she felt the slowly building rhythm of Carl Forbish's virile thick cock skewering so hotly into her wide-open vaginal slit.
Cylvia's naked body began to twist and writhe beneath him, and she groaned incessantly up from the depths of her heaving chest, uttering faint mewls of animalistic, servile acceptance rising with the ever increasing sensations. Her facial expression changed little by little from that of suffering and shame to that of passion, and mouth toiling, neck straining, she allowed herself to sink into the delightful sensations that were pulsing through her shamelessly aroused flesh. The smooth silky folds of her sensitive vagina held him tightly, squeezing around his rigid young cock until she could feel every inch of his fleshy hardness pumping into her. Her mind reacted as if drugged, reveling in her body's obscene betrayal, and she involuntarily screwed her buttocks back up tight against his lean pelvis as she surrendered to the obscene forbidden delight of her own flesh. She could feel the tantalizing tightness of his virile testicles pressing hard into the wetly stretched crevice below her uptilted vagina, the soft hairless skin of his scrotum teasingly dancing against the sensitive outer lips of her swollen vagina, sending further shivers of depraved sensations surging through her ragged edged nerves.
"like it, Miss Wheyman?" the boy grinned down at her from behind.
"Ohhhh, yes! Yes, Carl, yes!"
"Beg, then," he hissed with contempt at his teacher.
"Ohhh, do it, darling! Do it to me!"
"Not like that! Beg me to fuck you!"
"Oh, fuck me, little darling, fuck me!" she hissed through gnashing teeth, and tears flowed unheeded from her eyes as she spat out the obscene words. Her humiliation and depravity were complete now, and there was no longer the slightest reason to fight the lewd flames of rising desire coursing through her veins. She had lost the battle against the rape and had lost the war against surrendering her mind as well as body to her youthful tormentor. Yet even the agonizing thought of her total defeat sent masochistic delights running through her flesh as she felt the urgent rhythm of Carl Forbish's boyish cock skewering wetly into her lust-flaring cunt.
"Yessss," she heard herself moan incoherently. "Yes, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me to death, you little bastard!"
Kneeling over her bent nakedness, Carl gritted his teeth and thrust in and out with long, hard strokes that seemed to receive their momentum from the very tips of his toes. A feeling of absolute power rippled through him as he held his nakedly kneeling teacher's hips down in total subjugation to his rock-hard prick ramming relentlessly into her. He could feel the soft fleshy ridges deep inside her cunt give way time and time again to the merciless onslaught of his rigid hardness. Go to the police, would she? Run out on him last night, would she? He'd show her ... he'd make this hot little cunt his slave just like she made him do what she wanted done in class. He grinned up at Sammy, whose mouth was gaping wide as he stared at the fluted pink edges of her hotly gripping pussy draw back with every out-stroke and then fold inward as his buddy's wetly glistening shaft thrust forward again.
"Sammy! Where did you ditch the Polaroid camera?" Carl grunted, his words almost inarticulate.
"I left it outside in the hall, in case she caused trouble and broke it."
"Well, go get it, man, and we'll take those pictures now!"
"Right on!"
"No! No, not that too!" Cylvia mewled as she heard their plans and dimly saw Sammy run nakedly to the door of the apartment. Her heart lurched at the sickening thought that her depraved surrender would forever be recorded on film like those pornographic pictures she'd seen last night. Even after these vicious youngsters had taken their fill of her, there would always be photographs of her day of shame and perversion to be used later for God only knew what loathsome purposes.
"You should've never run out on me last night, Teach," Carl snickered cruelly down at her. "I don't like that!" He quickened the fucking rhythm of his battering young penis, and Cylvia felt her whole body respond by twitching and writhing uncontrollably. She groaned in abandoned delight to the deliciously punishing virile hardness sinking deeper and faster into her wildly pulsating vagina. Her face was contorted with passion, and cries of ecstasy escaped from her tightly clenched teeth.
"I've got it," Sammy cried, returning with the camera. "It's loaded with color film and ready to fire!"
But by the time Cylvia heard his words through ringing ears, it no longer mattered what happened to her. That slender boyish cock fucking so madly into her warmly welcoming cunt was bringing her the same overwhelming bliss as Sammy's had last night, breaking through the mental barrier of fear towards full grown men and reaching the very core of her being. There was no camera, there was no lewdly watching boy hovering over her, there was only her deep, dark hole of lust and flesh being filled beyond belief with the full length of Carl's wonderfully youthful cock.
Sammy sighted through the viewfinder of the Polaroid as his teacher swung her nakedly writhing buttocks higher and her vaginal muscles clenched his young friend's thrusting penis like a dog with a bone. Her toes dug fruitlessly into the carpet for more leverage as she spiraled her once sex starved and still ravenously hungry cuntal slit up the glistening wet shaft of adolescent hardness.
"Holy cow, look at her tight box climb!" the naked boy gasped hotly as he clicked the camera. "Don't split Miss Wheyman in two, Carl! Save some for me!"
Cylvia saw the flash of light from the camera, and she clenched her eyes tightly shut to block it out. Through the haze of unleashed passions she'd held locked inside her for so long, she was vaguely aware of what Sammy was doing ... but she didn't care. She didn't care about anything, except the young naked male driving harshly into her from behind.
The bright white flash struck again ... and then again and again, just as fast as Sammy could rip the developed pictures from the camera and line up another lewd, pornographic shot.
"Oh, oh, ohhhh!" she commenced to chant incoherently, her face feeling as if it were contorted in an unrecognizable mask of wild, insane passion.
Again the heavyset straining boy behind her quickened his stroke, grinding hard and deep, his hotly throbbing cock boring hard up into the hidden recesses of her womb. She had evolved into a mass of exquisite sensations, all flowing from the heated moisture of her deeply filled cunt, and her loins blazed at her mind, overpowering all thoughts other than of the magnificent pressure building up deep inside her belly. The sensual fire licking through her eagerly quivering loins and vagina was spurred still hotter by her sheer helplessness and the obscene position in which she'd been force to submit. Through glazed, half-lidded eyes, she could see the faint form of the lean, beardless Sammy smiling wickedly as he put the camera down.
She moaned defensively as she watched the nakedly handsome youth approach her, his breathing almost a wail of excitement. But there was nothing she could do, only enjoy the grunting youth fucking into her from behind making her tingle from the tips of her toes to the back of her head in an exquisite dream of desire, his virile young penis deep up inside her belly a perfectly sized rod of sensations. Ohhhh, it was too beautiful to believe! Ohhhh . . .
"You joining in, Sammy?" Carl asked breathless with passion. "Can't stand watching any more, huh?"
"Momentarily she focused her eyes on Sammy's lean, muscular body, the body she remembered so well from last night, as the fifteen year old boy nakedly kneeled in front of her with his lust-hardened boyish penis in his hand, a wild look of eager lewdness on his face. "Come on, open your mouth, Miss Wheyman," he ordered the disheveled, subjugated woman. "Open up, and I'll teach you what sue king's all about!"
At first she did the natural thing and struggled, rolling her head from side to side and trying to draw her buttocks together against Carl's delicious assault on her hotly palpitating cunt, but then the boy fucking into her shoved forward cruelly with a grunt. "Ram it to her, Sammy!" his voice spat venomously from behind her. "Shove your cock down to her belly!"
Carl's sudden lunge caused her to jerk forward, her lips wetly parted to gasp from the swift tongues of lewd flaming desire licking at her loins, and Sammy's rigidly erect young cock rammed mercilessly into her soft warm mouth. He grasped both sides of her head vise-like between his hands, and holding it firm as he sawed viciously in and out of her moistly heated mouth, like it was a second delicious cunt. Cylvia gagged as he slid his slim penis seemingly all the way down the back of her throat, the full length of it disappearing into her wetly ovaled lips almost to the hilt. His firm youthful testicles slapped harshly against her upturned chin, the soft fuzz covering them tickling like a light airy feather. She struggled to breathe, catching small gasps of air on the put stroke.
"Oh God," she groaned as they buffeted her back and forth like a rag doll between them, using her nakedly helpless body as a great cauldron into which they would pump their burning fresh sperm. She was no longer human but a great mass of quivering, burning flesh, unable to think or act on her own.
But then the very helplessness of her position flickered through the older woman's mind. The mental picture of her sensually mature body being fucked between two excited boys incited her more than ever, and the hunger in her belly started raging out of control again. She began to undulate her buttocks in ever increasing circles, squeezing her cuntal muscles at Carl's thick fleshy shaft boring so wonderfully into her. She wanted to milk it dry, to fill her belly with the hot teenage sperm which would come boiling from the youth's virile testicles, have it mingle with her own orgasmic secretions and overflow the pink lips of her ravaged cunt, to rivulet down her already moist inner thighs. She wanted to wallow in it as she'd never been able to do with an adult man. She sucked voraciously at the hot slender cock in her mouth, her cheeks hollowing and filling with each of Sammy's cruel thrusts. She had never tasted a penis before, and now she wanted to explore its every pore. Her tongue licked wildly at the blood-filled shaft, the tip probing hotly into the tiny gland opening at its end. She wanted it to shoot into her mouth, to swallow the heated river of adolescent seed as it creamily ran down the back of her gulping throat until her stomach was as saturated as her cunt. She wanted it to run through every pore in her lush woman's body in great torrents of depraved enjoyment.
Her lewd wishes came true a moment later.
Simultaneously with the rising tide of her building orgasm, she felt the eager cock fucking into her from behind begin to inflate and start spewing its white hot load deep up inside her wetly clasping cunt. The boyish cum ricocheted wildly around inside her womb and dripped from her lust-swollen vaginal lips into the matted pubic hair. Carl's sperm-laden testicles pressed tightly against her little exposed clitoris, causing her nakedly kneeling body to jerk convulsively forward, burying the other fucking rod in her greedily sucking mouth to the hilt. It, too, exploded, flooding her throat with the delicious pungent liquid, her cheeks expanding like a balloon to keep from choking on the great gushes of thickly heated liquid that spurted without stopping deep into her throat. She swallowed in hungry crazed gulps fastening her lips like an elastic ring tightly around the ejaculating young penis, fearful of losing even a drop of the precious fluid. Small white droplets of cum ran from the corners of her mouth as Sammy Nivens collapsed in front of her. His deflating cock flopped lifelessly from her still gluttonously sucking mouth; and narrow strings of his virile semen hung from her glistening lips to the boys flaccid shaft several inches away.
Cylvia screwed her buttocks back tightly against the still squirting young cock in her heatedly palpitating cunt, and with a scream from between clenched teeth, she felt her own naked body burst into what seemed like a thousand tiny sparks. Then ... just as abruptly, her strength was suddenly gone, and her limbs collapsed loosely on the carpet as Carl's grip on her buttocks was released. She lay sprawled in a spread-eagled position, and as his thick young penis slipped limply from her cum drenched pussy, gushes of cool air rushed refreshingly into the unplugged opening.
Then the voice of the principal's rapacious son spoke in the distance as she faded into deep, peaceful unconsciousness. "It's your turn to fuck her next, Sammy. She's not dead yet, and I want a few good shots, just to show I wasn't the only one. Use your imagination, I want them good and hot!"
After that, time became meaningless for the high school teacher and merged into a blur of the two virile young cocks fucking her as they would and where they would. Cylvia was beyond emotion, though her unrestrained body still reacted with orgasm after orgasm as the inventive youths bent her to their will.
"Get those legs up! Move that ass! Suck harder!"
She was nothing but a woman robot at their lewd command, her mind gutted of everything except the magnificently delirious sensations that kept spiraling through her weakly complying flesh. Many long hours later, Carl Forbish and Sammy Nivens were too exhausted to continue their cruel games on her body, and left their naked teacher sprawled lifeless as they dressed and departed, not even looking back at her lying on the soiled, sticky carpet that was forever to be her shame.
Cylvia heard them go, and then she slept for a few minutes before staggering almost blindly into the bathroom. She leaned against the door, feeling as if millions of tiny, invisible creatures were scrabbling across her naked skin, defiling it so that she could never be able to be clean again. She held fast to the door in order to stand on legs which refused to hold her erect. She slumped nakedly against it, her bare feet curling on the throw rug, one hand grasping the post of the shower stall, looking down at her breasts where there were now the bruises and welts that had been missing that morning when she'd awakened. And then she looked lower, down the smooth flat curve of her stomach to her raised pubic mound and the warm fresh sperm matting the soft blonde curls of hair and swollen pink cuntal lips. She thought of her sexual desires that had been so long hidden and repressed, and how two savage young animals had awakened her into an enveloping passion even greater than the one she'd experienced the night before. She thought all about this and what it could mean to her life from now on as she stood there, whimpering with shame and guilt, looking down at the naked flesh that had betrayed her, and the feeling the filthy unseen organisms scurrying over every inch of her velvety skin.
Then, unable to stand another moment of internal reflection, she frantically twisted the Lucite handles on the shower unit beside her. A thick stream of water sprayed in needlepoints from the shower head, and clouds of vapor from their hot temperature billowed throughout the small bathroom until it seemed to be almost a sauna bath. Unmindful of the scalding water, Cylvia stepped into the shower, gasping as the water beat against her skin and turned it a bright crimson color. She made no move to leave or cool the burning cascade; instead, she stood with her mouth open and her eyes tightly closed and endured the pain as though it were some divine punishment for the loathsome perversions she had wantonly committed.
For a full five minutes the blonde teacher withstood the torrent of watery abuse, blanking the pain from her mind along with all the other horrid thoughts which tormented her. She soaped her abdomen and rectum and her loins and her breasts in a desperate effort to rid herself of the crawling insects. Only when the small apartment sized water heater emptied and the spray became lukewarm did she turn off the water and step from the stall. She stood dripping on the throw rug, still feeling horridly unclean, and wondering haplessly if she would ever feel clean and wholesome again.
Briskly, almost as if she were heaping further punishment upon her flesh, she dried herself with a large, fluffy towel. Her tanned skin, tingling from the abuse of the water and the towel, glowed a burnished copper as she padded nakedly from the bathroom to her bedroom.
This time she could not even bear the touch of a soft silk nightie upon her skin, and even the cool sheets of the bed were painful as they lightly pressed against her battered and bruised flesh when she nakedly slipped between them. She fell back with her long ash blonde hair in wild disarray across the pillow and lay staring at the flowered pattern of the wallpaper, feeling exhausted enough to want to fall immediately asleep and yet perversely, still glowing with a satiated euphoria of sexual completion.
And so for a long while she lay awake, her sensually voluptuous body convulsing with shivering tremors as she tried valiantly to shake the lewd memories of what had taken place only a few feet away in the other room. Mentally she felt crushed; physically, she was beaten and sore, her ravaged genitals throbbing continually with a dull ache of satisfaction from the merciless assaults Carl Forbish and Sammy Nivens had made upon them.
Her obscene rutting with those two naked boys, urging them on and demanding more of their slim virile penises hard in her belly and mouth ... her cumming, cumming, continual cumming until she had passed out and could remember nothing, only to awaken to find herself splayed naked and covered with cum when she'd Finally been discarded like a broken toy ... Cylvia knew she could be even more overwhelmed with remorse and repugnance than she was already, but that was the most horrible part of all, frightening her more than anything they had done to her. For her returning nightmares were not so much of the vicious horrors that had been done to her on the living room carpet, but rather her own indefensible succumbing to her own shameless passions. Not only had her body betrayed her deep moral convictions of right and wrong, but had turned her into as much an animal as Carl and Sammy had been, all thoughts of decency deserting her mind in a wild quest for her own selfish sexual satisfaction.
She clenched her fists tightly together beneath the sheets until her knuckles hurt, damning herself over and over for the depths of degeneracy into which she'd sunk. There was nothing she wouldn't have done at that moment to erase last night and today forever and replace them with anything ... anything but what she had done with the two fifteen year old boys . . .
She heard the front door open with a key, and for an instant her heart stopped in her chest as irrationally, she thought the two youths were returning to rape her into submission again. But then she realized it was only Willow returning from her extra hours at the school. Only Willow? God! That black-haired vixen was the very root of her troubles! No ... no, she couldn't blame her roommate for what had happened to her this morning any more than she could for having taken her to that evil house last night. Willow had placed the temptations before her, that was all, and it had been she herself who'd tasted the bittersweet fruit of carnal knowledge. Blame Willow? Even might as well have blamed the snake in the garden of Eden for bringing her that apple . . .
"Cylvia?" Willow called out from the living room.
"I ... I'm in here," she called out weakly.
She glanced around, sighing with relief as she saw that she'd remembered to take her torn and soiled baby-doll pajamas in the bedroom with her when she'd come from the shower.
"You all right?" Willow asked through the door.
"I ... I'm fine, Willow. I just wanted to have a nap, that's all."
"Well, I won't bother you, then."
"How was school?"
"That pig of a principal gave me five letters to type on top of everything else," Willow said with bitterness. "That was all, though. You mind if I have the television on?"
"No ... No I don't care," Cylvia replied with a sigh, and settled back against the mattress. She heard the muffled sounds of horses galloping and gunfire and some Indian war-whoops, and then allowed her thoughts to drift back to the more urgent problems at hand.
At the moment, she could not conceive of facing even Willow again. Her disgrace, she was certain, was as conspicuous as the sun itself; and yet she knew she couldn't stay in her darkened bedroom forever. But she knew in her heart that she would never, ever return to the hallowed halls of Heron High. Willow she might have to see, but nobody else! It was obvious that something had snapped inside her and she could no longer trust herself from following her perverted desires for young adolescent students. She could tell that no promise or pledge she might make herself would be able to endure for longer than a few short minutes now that she had enjoyed the fresh young vibrancy of the teenaged penises that were so perfectly right for her perverted needs. Darling children in her classes would no longer be safe from her unleashed and hungry lusts, and she would never be able to teach in any school ever again.
She made up her mind. On Monday, she would call Cordell Forbish and tell him she was resigning immediately. She would pack her suitcases and leave Heron Springs by Monday night, the sacrifice of the money owed her worth the pain and torment of another few days in this town. She'd mail in a letter of formal resignation, using reasons of health, and though she doubted that Forbish or the school board would believe her, it wouldn't matter. Nothing mattered any longer ... nothing . . .
Nothing . . .
Drowsy now, Cylvia Wheyman felt a kind of warm lethargy spread over her as her mind set up a defensive mechanism to counteract the terrible guilt she bore so heavily inside her. After a few-more minutes of lying in the bed, she drifted into a fitful, restless sleep . . .
CHAPTER FIVE
"Cylvia?"
Cylvia came slowly awake, her head feeling thick and her eyes dry and sticking shut. She rolled on the pillow, wanting the voice to go away . . .
A hand tapped on the bedroom door. "Cylvia? Are you awake?"
Groggily, the tormented school teacher moaned, "Yes, Willow. I ... I'm awake."
"Well, I hate bothering you, but Carl Forbish is on the phone."
"What? Sleep left her instantly, as her throat choked up with shame and fear. "Carl Forbish? What ... what does he want?"
"I don't know. He says he wants to talk to you, that's all."
"Tell him no!" Cylvia almost shrieked. "Tell him I'm out and you don't know where I am! Tell him anything!"
"You sure?"
"I'm sure! I don't want to talk to that. . . that beast!"
"Well . . . " Willow's voice sounded worried and curious, but she turned and walked away. Cylvia stared at the door for a few seconds, a clammy iciness crawling up her spine as a premonition of dread gripped her belly like a clutching hand. Then she sucked in her breath, pulling the sheet against her naked breasts as if protecting herself when she heard Willow return to the door.
"He insists, Cylvia. Says you better if you know what's good for you. What's going on, anyway?"
"Oh God, oh God," Cylvia mewled, fighting back tears of humiliation and shame. She crawled from the covers and groped her way to the door, not caring that she was naked in front of her roommate, not bothering to answer Willow's questions as she stumbled blindly for the phone. "God, oh God in heaven . . . "
She picked up the receiver from the table and heard the high-pitched young voice of the Forbish boy snickering at her from across the wire. "You know who this is, Miss Wheyman?"
"What ... what do you want?" she hissed in response.
"I wanted to tell you how much we enjoyed fucking you this morning. Me and Sammy thought it would be polite to pass on our pleasure." The youth chuckled with lewdness. "In fact, Teach, it was so much fun, we've been thinking we'd like a little of you again."
"No! Never!" she gasped. Her body suddenly felt as if it had been dipped in ice, and she wanted to hang up and then dress in something big and bulky and warm. "I'm never going to allow such ... things to happen ever again, Carl! You hear me?"
"Sure, I hear you. But gosh, Teach, you better hear me, too. How would you like the whole Freshman class to learn of what you did with us? How you wanted me to fuck you over and over and how you wanted Sammy to fuck you after sucking his cock until he came? Huh, Miss Wheyman? What would happen to you then,huh?"
"You ... You little monster! You're trying to blackmail me!" she managed to stammer, the shock of his threats striking her with deathly terror. "You're sick! You're a sick delinquent!"
"Don't call me no names, Teach," Carl Forbish snarled back at her. "I mean, ain't you my teacher who-likes her students to play with her hot little pussy? Ain't you the old woman who seduces us boys into fucking you?" They were rhetorical, if vulgar, questions, and he laughed in cynical answer in a giggling, almost girlish way. "Right on, you are. And if you know what's good for you, you'll be at my house pronto."
"Y-your house?"
"Sure. Dad's still down at the school, and he probably's got his damned lodge meeting tonight, too. So there'll just be you, me and Sammy to work things nice and privately."
"Wh-what things?"
"Well, me and Sammy's silence, for one. Miss Wheyman. Oh and since you don't have a car, why don't you have Miss Davis drive you here? Who knows, she just might like to sit in on our, ah ... talk, too."
"No! I can't ask her to "
But the line was suddenly dead before she could utter another word. The phone buzzed in her ear until she dropped the receiver in the phone cradle with a nerveless hand.
Cylvia stood gaping at the dead instrument, shaking with fearful apprehension and dread. Then she collapsed in the nearest chair, feeling tears brim in her eyes and spill down over her cheeks. She didn't want to cry, not in front of Willow like this, but she was incapable of stopping herself. She felt so miserable and indecisive that weeping was almost automatic in response to her terrible hurt. She let the tears flow freely, pouring from her eyes like a cascading spring rain, sobbing brokenly while wringing her hands over and over in her naked lap.
Willow came over to her, sitting on the arm of the chair and frowning intently as she studied the wretchedly sobbing woman before her. "Cylvia! What's wrong? Please, tell me!" She looked almost frightened, uncertain of herself.
Cylvia shook her head convulsively, moaning in a high wailing voice. "Ohhhh, Willow, I can't. I can't!"
"Is it that terrible?"
"Yes! Oh God help me, yes!"
"There, there," she dimly heard her black-haired ' roommate coo soothingly as Willow placed a comforting arm around her smooth bare-skinned shoulder. "Nothing's ever so bad that talking it over won't help. You can't keep whatever it is bottled up inside you forever. You're killing yourself with it now. Come on, Cylvia. and tell me . . . "
And with an overwhelming suddenness, the hopelessly trapped teacher wanted to tell her friend. Perhaps it was Willow's reassuring words, or perhaps it was because her torment was simply too great to bear alone any longer. Or perhaps it was both combining with a thousand other shames and guilts and horrors that prompted Cylvia to loosen her natural reticence. Whatever it was, she told in sobbing, broken words about what she had done that morning on the living room rug with the two youngsters. She left out nothing about what young Sammy and Carl had forced her to commit, not even her own disgraceful capitulation to her licentious desires, for once the dam of her despair had burst, the whole torrent of ugly truths poured through. Then, when she was finished telling about the Forbish boy's recent threats to her on the phone, she lowered her blonde head and continued to sob wretchedly.
Willow Davis stroked her girl friend's hair gently, almost as saddened by this horrible turn of events as Cylvia was. Christ, she thought miserably, she's really had a bitch of a time. . .
"I ... I'm sorry, Cylvia, I truly am," she said with unaccustomed humility. "It's all my fault."
"Yours?" Cylvia moaned. "No, not yours."
"Yes, it is," the secretary sighed. "I introduced you to Carl and Sammy, but I had no idea what they'd do to you. I mean, I love having a strong, healthy boy make love to me whenever the time is right, but this is very different."
"No," came a whimper in reply. "You didn't force me to have them fuck me. And fuck's exactly how I look at it, too. I enjoyed it, Willow, and ... and I should thank you for showing me I can enjoy a man at last. Well, a young man, at least."
"You mean you forgive me?"
"There's nothing to forgive," Cylvia said dully, wiping her eyes with the back of one hand. "Or if there is, I must forgive the boys, for they are not old enough to know what they're doing."
"So you'll go up to see Carl and Sammy now?"
"What other choice do I have?"
"None, I guess. That Forbish brat is just mean enough to blab all over school if he wants to." Willow sighed again, a long and low exhalation as she shook her head with sympathy. "Well, get something on, and we'll go up to see him."
"No, I'll go alone. I'll call a taxi and "
"Nonsense," Willow interrupted with a tone of authority. "Carl said I might want to be there, too, and I do. I started you on this, whether you think so or not; and the least I can do is help you see it through. And another thing, I'm not going there for just your benefit, but mine, too."
"Y-Yours?" Cylvia blinked.
"Sure," Willow grinned in a weak attempt to buck up her girl friend's spirits. "If Carl squeals about you, then my goose is cooked, too. You might say I've a stake in his sneaky little game as well as you do. Besides, maybe with two of us, we'll be able to talk him out of causing us a lot of dirt without have to compromise ourselves."
"And if we can't?"
Willow shrugged. "Then I guess we'll have to do what's necessary. Personally, I'd like to wring his neck."
"Thanks, Willow," Cylvia said with heartfelt emotion. "You ... you don't know how much this means to me, having you on my side." Dejectedly, she stood up and then forced herself to walk into her bedroom where she dressed in a short beige skirt and thin cotton blouse. When she got back into the living room, her roommate was waiting with the car keys. She smiled hesitantly at Willow, again thanking her for her help, and then together the two women went out of the apartment for their date with the two blackmailing young boys . . .
The Forbish home was near the crest of a sloping, eucalyptus bordered drive in one of the more affluent tract developments on the border of Heron Springs. It was constructed of heavy redwood, with lots of glass and a stone facade, nestled back from the road behind a tastefully landscaped yard. The heady, redolent scent of
Burmese honeysuckle which grew abundantly over an arbored porch filled the warm, balmy afternoon air as Willow brought her car to a stop in the driveway.
No sooner had she shut off the engine than Carl Forbish came around from the side of the house, swaggering cockily with a lewd grin on his thick rubbery lips. He wore a pair of tight yellow swim trunks, and his over weight fifteen year old body was damp from swimming. Looking at him, Cylvia felt a small, reflexive shudder move briefly along her spine, and she was tempted to tell Willow to start the car and immediately head back to the apartment and damn the consequences.
But before she could put words to her thoughts, the boy was beside the car, opening her door for her. "Hi-ya, Teach! See you brought Miss Davis with you."
"Yes," she said sullenly, her eyes glaring daggers at the youth. "Now let's go inside and get this over with."
"Sure, anything you say. Sammy's around back, though, so why don't we walk around that way first?"
Cylvia walked beside Willow, following young Carl along a gravel path that went around a large fence. The path ended in a long grassy strip which bordered a pool full of clear, still water. Dangling his toes in the water while sitting on a low diving board was Sammy Nivens, and when he heard the two older women coming, he jumped up and came down off the board. He was wearing a pair of green trunks not much larger than a jock strap, and in spite of her abhorrence for being here, Cylvia couldn't help watching him approach. He moved easily, with almost cat-like grace, the developing muscles of his lean chest and thighs rippling along his flesh, and the hard bas-relief of his growing manhood straining at the thin material of his swim trunks.
God, how can I even look at him this way? Cylvia heard herself think. How can I think how attractive the boy is after what he's done to me ... what he wants to do to me now?
"Hi, Miss Wheyman, and you too, Miss Davis!" he greeted them cheerily. "Good to see you. Want to go swimming?"
"No, thank you," Willow said primly.
"We don't have any suits around that'll fit you, but what's the difference between friends, right?" Carl laughed at his own joke. "Hell, we'll skinny-dip with you, if you like."
"Please, Carl," Cylvia said, blushing profusely from his crude remark. "I came here for one thing, and one thing only. Now you wanted to talk, so let's talk."
"Well, you don't have to get huffy about it," the boy growled defensively. "In fact, you better not get too uppity with me, if you know what's good for you."
"She knows what's good for you, you little worm," Willow snapped angrily. "And so do I."
"Huh, get a load of them, will you?" Forbish said to Sammy. "Think they're real strong, just because they're grown up. Well, we'll see about that. Come on inside, ladies, out of the sun." His voice was a threat, as vicious as a rattlesnake's warning.
Cylvia sucked in her breath, looking with wide, fearful eyes at the boy, and then mutely followed the two fifteen year olds into the house. Carl shut the patio door behind them, and gestured to a large white leather couch that ran along the entire length of one wall. Both women sat down on the couch, Cylvia holding her legs tightly together and trying her best not to show how upset and frightened she was inside. Yet it was terribly difficult to keep her chin from trembling or to burst anew into a squall of tears. Willow leaned back, staring with defiance up at the two youths, matching their own brazen gazes as they savored the twin sets of ripely mature breasts that palpitated beneath hers and Cylvia's thin blouses.
"It was nice of you to come visit us this afternoon," Carl said as he moved his eyes from one woman to another in frank appraisal of their charms. "Real nice, right Sammy?"
"Right on, man!"
"We didn't come here to be sociable," Willow told them. "You seem to think you own us or something, just because we had a couple of laughs a few times."
"Naw, we don't own you, Miss Davis," the Forbish boy sneered. "But we sure as hell own our teacher."
"What do you mean, you own her?"
"Well, it's about some pictures," Sammy grinned.
"Oh no!" Cylvia gasped. Suddenly from her subconscious she recalled the bright white flashes of light going off and the strange clicks in the background. Her passion crazed mind hadn't cared about it then, and she'd forgotten about them in the welter of horror and shame she'd felt afterwards, but now what they represented came back with a rush as soon as Sammy had referred to pictures. "Oh, God, no!"
"What pictures?" Willow asked innocently.
"These," Carl responded with smugness, and took a cellophane packet from the marble mantle over the fireplace and tossed them to the couch.
"Don't show them to Willow!" Cylvia shouted as she clawed for possession of the damning photos, wanting to hit and slash the foul minded boys and destroy the evidence of her guilty morning with them. "Leave her out of this!"
But Sammy brushed her arms aside before she could grab them, and the Polaroid shots spilled out of the envelope all over Willow's lap. The black-haired secretary picked one up, then sucked in her breath as her eyes bulged out of her face.
"Well, I'll be damned!" she gulped. "These are of you, Cylvia!"
"Ohhhh," the blonde teacher moaned helplessly, struck too dumb with mortification to think about explaining. She rocked on the couch, hugging her legs in bitter misery as, awe-struck, her roommate slowly shuffled the snapshots one after another.
"Isn't that one a jewel?" Sammy Nivens said with a hint of pride in his young voice. "It shows every detail of her so plainly, just as if she was a professional. She isn't, but then, candid shots are sometimes the best, don't you agree, Miss Davis?"
The photo was in full color, of Cylvia nakedly kneeling on the rug with Carl humped over her from behind and fucking brutally into her firmly rounded buttocks. Cylvia had her thighs splayed wide in full view of the lens, showing all of her pinkly glistening cuntal slit and the boy's hard young penis pressing deeply in between her fleshy, wetly swollen vaginal lips. Willow gasped at the obscene reproduction and turned to the next one which was even worse. It showed Sammy's hardened cock pumping out a thin stream of white virile semen into Cylvia's greedily open mouth, her face lewdly contorted with unquestionable desire for the boyish cum which was flooding into her throat.
Willow flipped through the others, shocked speechless at their pornographic quality. The two youths depicted in them seemed to be having a contest to see who could heap the greatest indignity on their teacher's nakedly helpless body. They had turned her every which way in their efforts to satisfy their adolescent lusts. Cylvia's face, a mask of passion and lurid sensation, was plainly visible in half of the photos, and she seemed to be pleading for even more of what she was receiving.
"You like them, Miss Davis?" Forbish snickered lewdly.
"No, of course I don't!" They're the filthiest things I've ever seen in my life!"
"Ohhhh, Willow!" blubbered the cringing blonde teacher.
"It's not your fault, my dear," soothed the woman to her friend. "But I sure can see now why you had to come here."
"Damned right, she did," Carl crowed delightedly. "If she wants the pictures back, that is."
"How ... How much do you want?" Cylvia babbled frantically. "I'll buy them from you ... Name the price, any price . . . "
"Haw! It's not money we're after, Miss Wheyman," Carl spat derisively. "You can think of a better way to pay us, a way you know real good by now." He reached down and grabbed the bulging front of his swim trunks."
Cylvia felt her lips twist in a harsh, cynical smile as the galling truth of what they wanted of her could no longer be avoided. She was being forced to submit once again to these unprincipled young boys in exchange for the chance to be left alone in the future. She would, she grimly realized, go through with their lewd and evil plans against her, for those pictures could ruin her for life if they ever fell into the wrong hands. She became almost nauseated as she imagined the obscene degradation of Carl Forbish's lust-hardened shaft of hot flesh once more buried deep up inside her defenseless vagina, and Sammy Nivens' long boyish penis shoved unmercifully down her throat again, and momentarily she thought she was going to vomit, the blood draining from her face.
"You ... You want to make love to me again, is that it?" she managed to choke out after a moment's pause.
"We want to fuck you, Miss Wheyman," Forbish corrected, reading the anguish on her lovely woman's features.
"And ... And if I do? Do I get the pictures back?"
"Uh-huh. All of them."
Their blonde teacher averted her eyes, casting them down to her feet. She couldn't bring herself to say the words that would make her agree. ". . . I want the pictures first," she said in a soft voice.
"Afterwards, Miss Wheyman," Sammy said. "Heck, they're the only way we've got of making you do like we want."
"How ... How do I know I can trust you?"
"Oh, Carl always keeps his word, Ma'am."
Cylvia's mind tried to formulate thoughts, but was unable to, for she knew that there was no escape for her now. She had little choice, and at last she turned to look pleadingly at her roommate.
"Please ... Please leave us alone, Willow," she said in a trembling, hollow tone. "I ... I'll manage to get home somehow when they're finished with me."
"Miss Davis ain't going nowhere," rasped Carl in a crude voice. "Except into my dad's bedroom and onto the big double bed there with you and us."
"No!" Cylvia cried out in horror. She whipped her head back to the Forbish boy and begged: "I'll do whatever you say, but leave Willow out of this! She had nothing to do with us!"
"Three's fun, but four's a swinging time, I always say," Carl snickered, his beady eyes brightly shining with lust. "Hell, she was all hot to have us last night. Why the hell not?"
"No, no," Cylvia moaned, clutching her roommate's arm. "This is different, Willow. They're making me crawl to them like I'm some kind of slave. Don't let them do it to you, too!"
"Miss Davis will ... or else!"
"Else ... Else what?" Willow snapped angrily.
"Else I show the photos all over school, see. Hell, maybe Sammy'll make some special prints of them and we can sell sets to all the kids. Won't that be great? Make a little pocket money on the side."
"Oh, God," Cylvia groaned, swaying from the obscene torment of his threats.
"I'll ... I'll do it," Willow said in a hoarse whisper. She stood up, smoothing the front of her dress with shaky fingers. "I'm no better or worse than you, Cylvia. I told you, I figure I'm just as much to blame and have just as much to lose as you do. We're in it together, do or die."
"That's the spirit, Miss Davis! My dad would be proud of the way you stick by your friends and chip in to help. A little of the old school try, right?"
"Shut up, you filthy little beast," Willow hissed angrily, "and show us where that damned bedroom is so we can get this over with."
The bedroom, which was down a long hall, was large and opulently furnished, with one whole wall nothing but closet doors and another wall filled with built-in cabinets and dressing tables. The third wall was of drapery-covered glass, with sliding doors opening out to the back yard, and the fourth wall was mostly headboard for a large Hollywood king-sized bed.
Carl Forbish was already tugging down his tight swim trunks as he ushered the two older women into the room and switched on the lamps. "My dad needs lots of room, and so will we. Now take off your god damned clothes!" he ordered.
Trembling with humiliation and terror, the voluptuous school teacher unzipped her skirt. With unsteady fingers, she stepped out of it, then unhooked her thin brassiere and quickly peeled down her white nylon panties, trying not to quiver as Nivens and Forbish gasped at the erotically inciting sight of her nakedly displayed breasts and softly curling pubic hair. She watched as Willow also removed her dress and under things, and as she sniffed with tiny sobs as she studied her raven-haired roommate's full, taut breasts with their hard, brown-tipped nipples. Her gaze dropped lower to the hair-fringed lips of the pinkly flushed vagina and the dainty bud of the clitoris which peeked out shyly from between the rounded fleshy folds of cuntal slit.
"I. . . I'm sorry, Willow. I truly am . . . "
"It's all right, Cylvia, you'll see . . . "
"Touching, isn't it," sneered Carl Forbish, fingering his hardened young penis lightly with his hand.
"A real tear-jerker," quipped his buddy as he flipped his swim suit into a corner of the room. "Now, how about you two ladies getting up there on the bed?"
Whimpering dejectedly, Cylvia moved up on the bed and lay supine on the luxurious spread. A second later, the warm naked flesh of her girl friend lay down nearby.
"You, Teach," Carl snapped. "Just to show Miss Davis how it's done, spread your thighs wide and put your hand down there. I want you to diddle that tight juicy box of yours awhile!"
Horrified, Willow looked over at the blonde-haired teacher and then down at the raw pink flesh of her blatantly exposed vagina. She swallowed hard as she watched Cylvia lower her hand as ordered, middle finger extended, her face shining with shame and humiliation.
Tentatively, the blonde woman slowly began to masturbate before the two heavily breathing teenaged boys and her roommate, her lithe long legs bending slightly to either side as a deep moan of mortification escaped from her throat. She squeezed her eyes shut against the hungrily burning gazes that were upon her, and rubbed faster and faster . . .
With a shock, Willow realized that this event could turn into one of the worst orgiastic circus she had ever attended. And yet, as she watched the helplessly enslaved teacher move her fingers up and down in the fleshy slit of her involuntarily moistening cunt, the school secretary felt an odd tingling sensation creeping insidiously up between her own thighs. As she was slowly becoming aware that her roommate was starting to masochistically enjoy her publicly displayed finger fucking, she realized that she, herself, was beginning to respond with a lewd perverted excitement!
Still though, she knew she must fight her salacious feeling with all her might! She was here to help Cylvia, not become involved in this lewd show of perversions. She couldn't let that wretched little Carl Forbish win! She mustn't for Cylvia's sake and her own! For if Carl came out winner in this battle of wills he would be insufferable, and God knows what the fifteen year old would think up next. "All right, you women!" Carl panted with breathless delight. "I've always wondered what two ladies making love would look like. Go on, start fooling with each other!"
"Ohhhh!" the blonde teacher wailed at this obscene demand. He was ordering her to commit a lesbian act with Willow! She couldn't! She stared into her roommate's glowing brown eyes, and the immoral ties which had led them to this bed bound them in mute sympathy, and she knew she couldn't back out now, even though the idea of touching another female in sexual lust made her want to gag with repulsion. But if she refused, all would be lost for both of them, she was sure of that; and perhaps, if she complied, the two of them together could later fight off the effects of this insane afternoon of ravishment and sexual degeneracy.
Willow's arms went around her as they helplessly turned toward each other. They touched, Cylvia timidly sliding her hands down the dark-haired woman's nakedly warm flesh, and feeling in turn the hot, tingling movements of Willow's fingers tenderly stroking her own trembling skin. Her breath quickened involuntarily as the gentle fingertips knowledgeably caressed her full throbbing breasts and tweaked her hardening nipples. Her mind cried out futilely that she was responding against her will, and was receiving unwanted pleasure from a lewd, lesbian contact with Willow. Yet she was unable to cease her own hands from brushing down over the other woman's tautly rounded stomach and down to the soft curls of dark pubic hair.
The blonde teacher sucked in her breath in a hot spasming jerk as she felt her girl friend's fingers seeking out the erectly quivering bud of her clitoris and the wet pink valley of her cuntal slit. Hesitantly, she let her own fingers dip lower along satin smooth buttocks as Willow trembled beside her with rising forbidden excitement. The two naked women couldn't help but squirm excitedly on the bed, locked in their lewd, perverted embrace of love.
"Yeah! More! More!" Sammy Nivens panted crazily. "Man what an idea, teaming this pair of hot cunts up together. Jesus!"
Spurred on by the lewd and salacious talk, Willow Davis and Cylvia Wheyman caressed each other's turgid breasts until the globes of throbbing flesh were swollen with unwanted arousal, and the puckered nipples were distended so far they looked as if they could be broken off. Their fingers sought out each other's pink, palpitating cuntal slits, and they both moaned from the spasming contact, and with increasing delight, they teased each other's moistly swelling pussy lips and inner crevices, rubbing up and down, tweaking their clitorises, and dipping their fingers as far as they would go into open, now hungrily accepting vaginal passages. Both of their minds were fast becoming like whirlwinds, revolving from the lancing darts of forbidden pleasure they were feeling, and the erotic stimulations they were getting from the wild finger fucking their wetly throbbing pussy's were receiving from each other.
Sammy's mouth watered uncontrollably on the bed as he watched the voluptuous secretary and his Social Studies teacher fondle each other's warmly wet pussies, and he glanced over with a lascivious grin at his youthful partner, who was similarly reveling in the lewd display. "Carl," he groaned, his hand stroking his hard, virile cock lightly. "Make them suck each other's cunt now!"
"Sure, sure!" Forbish replied, panting obscenely. "Okay, one of you get on top of the other and start licking pussy!"
"Nooo!" Cylvia mewled, "I can't do that to another woman! It's not right!"
"I will, Cylvia," Willow moaned. "I owe you that much for getting you involved with these boys . . . " She began to slide away, giving a shuddering whimper of obedient acceptance, and Cylvia raised her head to watch in helpless dread as the trembling black-haired woman moved around on all fours. She didn't think that her beautiful roommate would actually do it. A moment later, though, Willow had straddled her breasts and positioned luscious moon-shaped buttocks over her face, while pressing knees tightly against her naked, sweat-slickened sides. Cylvia looked up through disbelieving eyes, able to see all of her girl friend's nakedly exposed crevice, from the tiny hairless ring of her anus to the tender, fleece-fringed folds of her wetly gleaming vagina.
Willow sucked in her breath as she gazed downward at the sparse, softly curling blonde pubic hair and the enticing pink flesh which sparkled with dew-drops of moisture; and she eagerly breathed in the warm perfume of the quivering cuntal valley as her own passions rose in a heated excitement. She dipped her head, flicking out her tongue and teasing the fleshy cuntal crevice spread wide before her, hearing a mewl of involuntary reaction and feeling a spasm of the smooth, white buttocks up off of the bed. Spurred on by this response, the brunette secretary eased her tongue inside the wetly heated cleft and found to her delight that she was receiving a delicious stimulation just from the wonderful contact. Unable to withstand her uncontrollable emotions a second longer, she lashed out fervently, her quivering red tongue and lips invading her defenseless friend's pussy. She forgot her original abhorrence in her excitement, swallowing the sweet ambrosia of the slippery female secretions as they gushed in unwanted arousal from the young teacher's lust-inflamed vagina below.
Cylvia gasped and lewdly twisted her naked body from side to side, unable to cease the salacious passions which were involuntarily flowing up from the wildly jerking cavern of her cunt. She groaned and writhed, clenching her eyes tightly closed, afraid that if she didn't somehow force Willow to stop, it would soon be too late . . .
"Oh no ... No, don't ... no more, that's enough! Please! I ... I can't stand it! Ohhhh!"
But the school secretary was too lost in her own excitement, and she burrowed her pert nose in the moistly open loins as far as she could, forcing the tormented woman beneath her lashing tongue to admit it was too late now ... that she was no longer simply enduring her capitulation, but was starting to enjoy the pervertedly hungry lickings of her nakedly exposed cunt.
Cylvia was shamefully aware now that she was unable to break the nibbling contact and insanely tonguing mouth, her sex-eager vagina responding instead with a wanton desire for more. Her momentary pleas for respite died abruptly in a strangle of sobs and sighs, and her nakedly writhing body convulsed with the lascivious sensation of having her vagina licked by another female.
She opened her eyes again and looked upwards at the dark, naked triangle of the swollen pubic mound undulating hotly above her, and at the hair-fringed vaginal lips of the woman who was tongue fucking her half out of her mind, and the sight was weirdly sublime to her. She brushed her fingers along Willow's tautly trembling belly, and saw the perfumed secretions seeping from the thin vertical cuntal slit.
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She moaned, fighting the knowledge that she was becoming salaciously excited by her roommate's undulating genitals only inches from her suddenly watering mouth. She let her hands rove freely then, more excited than she had ever thought possible, the firm, satiny skin feeling so warm to her, though she still couldn't find it in her soul to raise her head and lick into the pulsating crest of vaginal flesh that was so invitingly displayed to her. She couldn't ... She just couldn't do that . . .
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Yet Willow slavered on with undaunted passion, purring now in wetly muffled groans of delight, and it was too much for Cylvia to bear. She found to her joyous wonderment that the more her own wetly throbbing pussy was kissed and licked, the more she was drawn to the visibly pulsating cunt above her. At last, the temptations were too much to ignore! She groaned aloud and voluntarily raised her face, letting her softly warm mouth and lips tingle with the delicate wisps of Willow's pubic curls. Guilt and shame surged through her for a fleeting moment as she hesitantly kissed the wonderfully tasting pink pussy, but it was overridden by the spasms of delight blossoming between her own wildly trembling thighs, and with an almost spastic urgency, she buried her face abandonedly into the softly waiting pussy. She licked the wetly glistening cuntal crevice all the way from the puckered little anus to the erectly quivering clitoris, taunting the tender throbbing entrance to the cunt, that she'd seen the night before with Carl's virile cock sunk deep up inside it.
"Ahhhh!" Willow mewled. "Yes! Ohhhh, yes, Cylvia! Lick faster!" Ohhhhh!" She strained her muscled loins down with all of her strength as she voraciously returned the sucking and licking, feeling as if she was slowly being disjointed with the swirling sensations coming from her belly and breasts. Every fevered inch of her nakedly aroused flesh was being overcome by the lewdly rising spasms of lust and desire, and no longer did she question the rampant sensations, surrendering to their perverted wickedness as she sought to mindlessly reach her own quickly spiraling climax.
Cylvia's cunt below grasped the wetly flicking tongue drilling into it, and the blonde teacher panted and parted her thighs to give her roommate greater access to the hot urgency of her vagina while she, in turn, entangled her wetly sucking lips and mouth and tongue wholeheartedly in the dark-haired fringe and the moist pink flesh of the saliva-moistened cunt above her. Shame and sensuality mixed in her belly, for this was so abhorrent and yet ... yet it felt so goooodddd! She slipped still more of her moistly smeared face into the excited, pulsing slit, delighting in the delicious taste of vaginal secretions from the throbbing cuntal furrow . . .
"Ooooohhh, man!" Sammy Nivens moaned, rolling back and forth as if in great pain, his face drenched with the sweat of his lusts, his breath panting wildly. "Ohhh, I can't stand watching this any longer, Carl! I've gotta have Miss Davis right now! Shit, I want her lips around my cock!"
"Go to it," his friend chuckled obscenely, his eyes like flashing beacons of perversions. "Take my Dad's secretary because I'm going to fuck our teach in her tight little ass hole!"
"Noooo!" wailed Cylvia, hearing them with shock and disbelief. "You can't do that to meeee!"
"Hell, Teach," Carl chortled, "that's the only hole you've left that's still virgin tight after this morning." He hovered over her nakedly defenseless form, lusting with gloating eyes at the throbbing white buttocks that were locked so tightly around her roommate's moistly glistening mouth. "Yeah, soon's you get Miss Davis sucking your cock, Sammy, I'll fuck Miss Wheyman here in the ass!"
CHAPTER SIX
"Lift your head, Miss Davis," Sammy Nivens groaned with his burgeoning desire. "Lift your head up and suck my prick like Miss Wheyman sucked me today. Then I'll fuck you!"
Willow groaned, the thought of being forced to take that young boy's virile cock into her mouth making her feel dirtier and more depraved than she'd ever felt before. She'd let the lean, developing bodies of many teenagers fuck her countless times in the past, and occasionally when she'd been worked up to an especially feverish pitch of excitement, allowed the darling boys to lick her sensitive vaginal slit with their wetly lapping little tongues. They'd never been as wonderfully arousing as Cylvia had been just now, though they'd tried their best with the eagerness of their inexperience. But never, ever, had she taken their slender hardened cocks between her lips, the whole idea of doing so always having been as repellent to her as making love to another woman had been. But now, after having enjoyed the moistly flicking caresses of her roommate's tongue licking across her cunt, she realized that taking young Sammy's boyish penis in her mouth would be an act of submission that would signify her complete humiliation and surrender to perversion. Almost tearfully she crawled away from the warm, loving face of Cylvia Wheyman, promising herself that she would suck Sammy's penis suck it hard and passionately until her girl friend had all those pictures back and they were both safe again.
"L-Lie down," she whispered, feeling a small fluttering of masochistic excitement ripple through her naked loins. "Lie down on your back, Sammy."
"Heck, yes, Miss Davis! Then everybody can see you sucking my prick!" Trembling with his own excitement, the lean adolescent rolled on his back and spread out his legs alongside his naked teacher, his quivering erection of five or so inches arching straight up from his hairless loins.
Willow began slowly, running her moist pink tongue down the hollows of his neck to his chest. She teased his budding male nipples, feeling the boy twist slightly from the delicious sensations. Strangely pleased by his response, the older woman reached down and grasped his hardened young cock between her slim fingers as she worked lower and lower with her tongue licking wetly at his firm, youthful flesh. She remembered the wild sensations that had run through her body when her roommate was conferring her warmly moist pleasures only moments before, and she ran her tongue hotly around his belly, wondering if he was as sensitive as Cylvia was, only to discover that his stomach began to heave spasmodically beneath her. She dropped one hand still lower and grasped his hardened virile penis tightly between her fingers, drawing back his foreskin in a teasing motion that brought other, louder groans from his lips.
The position was growing more uncomfortable as she worked her way to his loins, so she crawled over him, pushing his legs apart and kneeling on all fours between his lithe, immature thighs, one of her feet hanging over the end of the bed.
Her face was over his loins now, and she continued to gently skin his ever-rigid cock back and forth. Her lips were a bare inch away from the blunt, reddened tip of his developing manhood, and she opened her lush, full-lipped mouth and breathed softly against it, allowing her hot breath to flow over its blunt head with a maddening slowness.
"OhhhhGod, suck it, Miss Davis!" she heard the boy groan, and his words strangely excited her. Her tongue flicked out, its tip coming into warm, wet contact with the head of his young rigid cock. She circled it about the smooth, rubbery flesh as he groaned and twisted from the cruel teasing she was subjecting him to. The tip of her slowly searching tongue found the tiny opening of the gland at the end and darted wetly into it. It was already moist with small droplets of fresh seminal fluid seeping from his rising excitement. The sharp pungent taste and odor caused her mouth to salivate and her nostrils to flare in a wild eagerness. Her hands dropped to the base of the slim, fully erect penis, and she cupped his soft, smooth testicles gently with one of them, grazing her nails tantalizingly over his sensitive flesh. The other hand she placed at the base of his youthfully hard cock where it soared upwards from the few wisps of pubic hair covering his lower stomach. She pinched it between her thumb and forefinger and pulled down hard, skinning back the little foreskin until the crimson throbbing head stood alone and naked against the softness of her gleaming pink lips. She began planting moistly warm kisses around it, beginning at its tip and tracing a path down the full length of it to the base and then wetly back up to the blunt, lust-swollen cock-head again. She played longer than she knew she should, not being able just yet to bring herself to take it in her mouth.
But Sammy Nivens could stand it no more. With a gurgle deep in his throat, he reached out with his hands and tangled them in her long black hair, thrusting his loins upwards with the strength of a young bull. Willow tried to resist for a moment, doubts still running wildly in her mind, but it was too late. The spongy head of his virile penis rammed inside, crushing through her moistly softened lips, between the whiteness of her teeth, and into the warm saliva of her mouth. She could feel the stiff hot flesh rub the full length of her tongue, almost embedding itself deep in her throat.
Willow closed her eyes to keep from choking. Saliva seemed to fill her mouth, all of it, except that filled by Nivens' boyish cock which now protruding banana-like from her tightly ovaled lips.
"Ohhhh, Miss Davis! Your mouth is so soft and warm!" she heard him murmur as he began a slow rhythmic undulation of his hips up into her face. "Tighten your lips and suck harder." he hissed, his voice coarse and thick with passion.
The older woman did his bidding, feeling at the same time a perverse excitement growing again in her own naked body from the mean debasing thought of her mouth being abused this way. She sucked demon-like, swishing her tongue with vengeance around and around the throbbing vibrant cock-head sliding in and out of her wetly clinging lips ... She sucked to end it, her head bobbing like a cork in the stormy seas over his pumping loins. The masochistic joy of being treated like a dirty whore permeated the school secretary until tingling submissive mewling sounds came from her lips locked tightly around his thrusting young cock. He was going to cum in her mouth until it ran from the edges of her lips in sticky white trails of blissful sensation that could be matched by nothing else in the world.
And ... when the moment came, she knew that she would love it, would grovel in his spurting teenage seed ... Her tender, wetly pink cunt throbbed momentarily at the wildly exciting thought as her mouth clung determinedly to Niven's long shaft of adolescent hardness screwing mercilessly into her face.
"All right, Miss Wheyman," Carl Forbish said, a lewd, excited grin on his face. "It's your turn now. Get up on your knees and show us that tight little pussy of yours."
Willow held her breath as she watched her helpless girl friend obediently turn over and crawl onto her all fours, tears of shame coursing down her soft cheek. The blonde teacher spread her thighs as directed, but the youth, losing patience, grabbed her legs and forced them sharply apart, bringing a whimper of protest from Cylvia's lips and exposing the full of her nakedly blushing vaginal slit to both boys' leering eyes.
"Teach, am I going to enjoy fucking your ass!" Carl grinned passionately. "Just look at that puckered little opening. It's going to start jerking in a minute, just begging for something to stretch it about two more inches apart!"
Willow watched this lewd humiliation with mixed emotions. She felt sorrow and pity for the defenseless woman who was being subjected to such cruel perversions just because she loved little boys. She could see her kneeling there with her legs apart, probably feeling more naked and ashamed than she had ever felt in her life. Cylvia wasn't even attempting to stop the tears rolling down her cheeks now, and they gushed over the side of her face and wet the covers below in piteous streams of shame. She was being forced to lie nakedly before these two merciless teenagers and accept their crude caresses and lewd words without resistance.
And yet, even as she watched in horror, Willow felt the first zephyrs of wanton excitement coursing through her. It was arousing her, just as Cylvia had been so wildly aroused to see her being fucked half to death by Carl last night God, how it was exciting her! She could feel the pit of her belly and inner thighs hot and moist from the lewd spectacle before her. Burning passion flowed through her own body from Sammy's virile young cock skewering into her tightly ovaled mouth, its head scraping deliciously against her inner cheeks and tongue in a sweet magical rhythm that brought swelling moans of hunger from deep in her throat as she kept her eyes locked to her roommate's lushly voluptuous body. The obscene thought of the depraved unnatural ravisliment about to take place right here a few inches in front of her caused her to moan still more in guilty arousal, and grind her own nakedly round buttocks back in empathetic excitement.
The black-haired secretary sighed involuntarily from the carnal sight as Carl dropped to his knees between his teacher's legs, running his hands greedily over the long, firm muscles of Cylvia's shaking calves and up the inside of her thighs to the moistened interior of her legs. The cleft between them was deep and inviting, and Willow shuddered in rising desire as the boy ran the edge of his hand down the smooth crease of the woman's buttocks, parting it slightly so that the tiny puckered anus was visible to her gaping eyes. Her own wetly heated cunt throbbed from the effect of this indecent exposure, and she could hear Sammy gasp below her as he felt her warm wet mouth suck tighter around his youthful cock. She moved forward an inch or so, so that her face was within a few inches of her blonde friend's quivering buttocks. As inherently lewd as it was, she couldn't help her desire to see every little thing that happened, and Sammy moved with her so as not to lose the maddening contact.
Carl Forbish leered down at his cowering teacher as he slowly drew aside the soft white mounds of her buttocks. Cylvia groaned and tried to tense them together again, but she was far too gone in her shame and humiliation to resist as he dug his fingers into her soft flaccid flesh. She relaxed, knowing there was no way to avoid the ravishment of her rectum, and let her young student spread them wide apart as he wished.
Willow, in her excitement, could hear him suck in his breath as the tiny ring of tender anal flesh came into view again. He pushed one hand down and thrust experimentally at it with his outstretched middle finger. Cylvia jerked and cried out as she felt the unnatural intrusion into the tight rubbery opening and pressed her buttocks tight together again to escape the thick finger being pressed so painfully against her little anus. It was useless and he thrust forward again, sinking it to the first knuckle.
"Aaaaahhh, God!" she gasped piteously, and clenched her buttocks together as tight as she could, trapping his hand between her hardened ass cheeks.
"Open up," he commanded brutally, pushing down with all his strength and popping his finger, through the desperate but futile resistance to the second knuckle. She groaned aloud and in piteous submission allowed herself to go limp, her backside opening to be used however he wanted.
As he scoured mercilessly into her abused anus with his finger, widening and preparing it for the greater entry to come, Willow could see his other hand stroking his stout, blood-filled cock for the final and ultimate humiliation of his nakedly defenseless teacher spread in wide supplication beneath him. He pulled the fleshy foreskin back, exposing the round bulbous head which he aimed directly at the tiny puckered hole now stretched wide from the rummaging of his middle finger.
He opened her frantically trembling buttocks wide again with his thumbs, withdrawing his finger and leaning forward, pressing his whole body into her back, the full length of his boyish cock lying pressed into the crevice of her ass, its tip resting against her vagina still wet from her roommate's earlier voracious sucking. He pushed his hands under her loins again and stretched the soft white moons apart. Levering himself up on his elbows, he pressed slightly with his hips for a moment, directing his rock-hard shaft straight into the tightly clenched orifice of her rectum.
Willow held her breath for what seemed an eternity and then groaned through her still greedily sucking mouth as she saw the unrelenting shaft of virile hardness pop suddenly through the tight restricting ring of rectal flesh. She watched wide-eyed as she saw the tiny stretched anus slipping over and clasping the round end of Carl's penis like a rubber band as the boy thrust his hips hard against her buttocks, sinking his long rigid cock halfway to its hilt. Cylvia cried out with excruciating pain, the sound muffled as her face was pressed downwards into the bed, and she flailed her legs on either side of him, struggling hopelessly to escape the cruel impalement.
Her firmly smooth buttocks jerked and twisted against him, trying to throw him off, but her desperate struggles only worsened her position. With each buck of her lushly mature body his youthful hardness skewered into her tightly resisting anus another cruel and painful inch until finally . . .
"Uuuuhhhh!" she groaned into the mattress, the last of her strength gone from her as Carl's thick stabbing cock slipped unimpeded into the warm rubbery depths of her rectum buried to the hilt. She jerked spasmodically for a moment and then lay still to ease the overwhelming pain of the cruel and complete occupation of her backside. It was useless to resist further as each throb of her body only served to widen and stretch the tiny channel to greater and more painful dimensions.
"Agggggg!" She gasped, gritting her teeth from the tormenting pain. "Ohhhh God! It hurts! You're splitting me in half!"
"God, what a tight ass you've got. Miss Wheyman!" Carl Forbish hissed above her. In spite of his desire to begin sodomizing this proud woman immediately, he reached down and grasped her firmly rounded hips in his hands and bent her voluptuously straining body farther back onto his hardened, embedded cock, widening her to the last possible inch. Then he took several long smooth strokes into her, bringing groans of pain and humiliation from her tortured lips each time he thrust into her. Unable to control his rising desires, he ran his hands wildly along her firm, white back and down over her ripely dangling breasts, pinching and pulling at her soft flesh eagerly.
Willow watched mesmerized, her eyes a scant few inches from where the school boy's thick shaft skewered into his older teacher's wide-stretched buttocks like a lust-filled battering ram. Her excited sex-filmed eyes watched the moist young cock, wet its full length from vaginal and oval secretions fucking into Cylvia's anus. She could see the ragged pink edge of the helpless blonde's anal opening drawing back with Carl's thick penis on the out-stroke and disappear back inside as he rammed it home again deep in her rectum. On and on it went as she knelt over Sammy screwing into her tightly clasping mouth like a wild man, he similarly excited by the obscene sight of his naked buddy ravishing the older woman with demonic fury.
And then, the impossible happened.
As Willow knelt in subservient excitement in front of the helpless Cylvia, she began to hear the low whining moans of pain slowly change, almost imperceptibly at first, and then more and more to a tone that left no room for doubt. It was a low whimper of passionate pleading.
Her friend was beginning to enjoy being sodomized!
It was a strange kind of masochistic joy, perhaps from the very helplessness of her position from the lewd, obscene thought of being fucked in the ass by only a child. But whatever it was, Cylvia began to feel it. Her hips began to move backwards to meet the thrust of Carl's hotly pistoning cock, trying to swallow the whole of it into her suddenly steaming rectum. Her curvaceous body undulated between the spasming mixture of pleasure and pain, her firmly rounded buttocks moving in tiny abandoned circles.
"Ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhh," she chanted on and on in time to the youth's crushing thrusts into her anus. Wilder and wilder leapt the flames of her forbidden excitement and lewd desire, flaming up from her tortured backsides to punish her like a screeching soul in hell. Her cries of delight mingled with the course groans of the boy fucking into her, becoming a symphony of mad sexual abandonment.
So lost were they in their rising crescendo of nearing orgasms, that they never heard the soft foot-falls of another person entering the bedroom, nor the sharp intake of a man's harsh breath. Cordell Forbish stood transfixed, his eyes bulging with disbelief as he studied the nakedly abandoned scene taking place on his very own bed . . .
* * *
The Heron High School principal had come home early, the Grand Order of Maltese Knights having cancelled their monthly meeting at the last moment because the stag film that was to have been shown had been confiscated in a police raid upstate. He was Exalted Falcon of the Order, and it would have been his delightful task to run the projector, but as it was ... Cordell Forbish could only sigh with regret that the supplier of the film had been a little careless and had been closed down before the film could be delivered that afternoon. Why else stick around that musty old school, giving silly make work letters to Willow Davis? He'd been there to pay the man when he'd arrived, the school being the perfect private and untraceable way of doing business without any of the local citizens seeing him.
Actually, he'd left the school a couple of hours before now, figuring that since the meeting had been cancelled, at least he might be able to set up some kind of intimate meeting of his own, preferably with some stacked willing blonde. But the day was still too early for good hunting, and the few women he already knew were either busy or not at home. He'd half expected Willow to be at her apartment, since she'd .said she was going straight there when she'd left him earlier that afternoon, but he'd let the phone ring and ring, and not even Cylvia Wheyman had answered. Yeah ... Cylvia, now there was a stacked blonde he wished was willing to have him fuck her! Jesus, every time he saw her sashaying down the corridors, his cock would do a little war dance in his pants! But she didn't have the round heels that nympho secretary of his had, unfortunately.
Cordell Forbish had slummed around a bit after going through his little black book of phone numbers, and after buying too many drinks and' listening to too many sad stories from bartenders about lousy business, he'd decided to go home and cook some dinner for himself and Carl. Maybe later he'd go out.. .
He'd been surprised to see Willow's car in the driveway, and he parked along the curb, scratching the bald pate of his head in puzzlement as he got out and started up the walk to the house. What the hell was she doing here? Certainly his luck wasn't so hot that she was in there waiting for him. He unlatched the front door and stepped inside, and was about to call out Willow's name when he heard noises coming from down the hall in the direction of his bedroom. Frowning, he shut the door and listened, perplexed by what sounded like muffled squeals of a pig being slaughtered.
What the devil was going on in his bedroom? Other muffled sounds were echoing down the hall now, sounds that were not familiar to him but seemed to be cries of pain and fear. There was also the unmistakable noises of his bed creaking and ... yes, now there was some whimpering, too! The short, fat and bald man hurried down the hall, the unlit butt of a cigar clenched between his bull-like teeth. The door to his bedroom was ajar, the lights blazing brilliantly from within; he pressed his thick hand against the door, swinging it wider, and looked in.
Jesus Christ!
The school principal took a step backwards from shock, his jaw unhinging and the cigar falling to the floor. His face grew to a livid red as he watched in stunned silence as his only child pummeled his blonde teacher, and not in the cunt, but in her god-almighty asshole! And Cylvia Wheyman was loving it! Just look at her face and the way she was gyrating those full, rounded buttocks of her against little Carl's naked loins! His own kid was sodomizing a woman twice his age or more! That snooty bitch of a teacher had been faking prudery all the time with him; he could see that clearly now!
And Willow Davis! There his secretary was, sucking hungrily on some other boy's prick, and not just swallowing it, either, but slavering over it as it fucked crazily up into her tightly ovaling lips! She'd always refused to suck his cock, Cordell Forbish thought angrily, but she'd suck off some little bastard's prick like it was a candy stick! She'd made an utter fool of him! Both women had, turning their noses up at him and all the while loving, whatever young boys could do to them. Good Christ, what kind of perverts had he hired for his school? How many other students had been seduced and molested by these two corrupting females? Whole classroom fulls, he bet!
He'd never dreamed of such rampant degeneracy, and yet as he watched with lurid fascination, the principal couldn't help feeling a twinge of jealousy for not being a part of it. He could hardly breathe now, the insides of his mouth and throat seemingly filled with sand, and gradually a prurient sensation overcame his initial rage and repulsion at watching his fifteen year old son sodoziming a lushly voluptuous woman whom he himself wanted to fuck. He dimly realized that in the back of his mind was the obscene desire to be the one on that bed instead of his son, straining between Cylvia Wheyman's widespread thighs with his own thick, lust-hardened penis filling all of her backsides to the brim.
Cordell Forbish watched the lewd humiliation of the teacher and his secretary with increasingly mixed emotions. As repelled and angered as he was, he was becoming more and more aroused by the very blatancy of their obscene actions. Christ, how could it not excite him? How could he not react erotically to the wet sucking noises coming from Willow's licking mouth as she plundered the young boy's wildly jerking cock, and the savage grunts of delight coming from
Carl as he screwed into the warm velvety depths of his teacher's rectal passage? They were boys and women, writhing and twisting in the throes of passion and sensation, and Carl's father felt his own lust-thickened cock throb and ache against his pants in obscene response to them. His testicles felt swollen and angry, and he could feel small droplets of cum begin oozing involuntarily from the massively throbbing tip of his penis as it jerked with wickedly uncontrollable yearning.
Damn! He had to do something quick because he couldn't stand watching them a moment longer! He had to participate in this sordid lewdness before he creamed in his drawers! To hell with his kid; he'd join in and show them all what real fucking was about!
The obese school principal stripped with lightning speed, throwing his clothes in all directions in his haste, and then he ran into the bedroom, his massive thick cock jutting out from his plump, hairy loins like an angry lance leading the way to battle. He clambered with half-crazed desire onto his bed, and yelled out in his gruff, rasping voice:
"Hey, you bitches! See who's here!"
"Mr. Forbish!" Cylvia wailed.
"Cordell! his black-haired secretary mumbled around Sammy's still jerking cock.
"Damned right, it's me, you fucking kid-molestors!"
Carl and Sammy saw the older man nakedly standing before them, and for a moment they froze, shaken by fear of being caught like this by an adult. "Dad!" Carl cried out.
"Shut up, Carl, and keep fucking that tramp in the ass," he snarled with a vicious gleam in his eyes. "That's all she's good for, and God damn it, that's what she'll get."
"No ... No . . . " Cylvia moaned, her head whirling in shame and terror at being seen naked by the boy's father like this, with his child's heatedly penis stuck in her rear end. She lowered her head to the mattress, the total humiliation of her exposed perversions blotting out the realization that Cordell Forbish was as naked as she.
"Gosh, Mr. Forbish, we didn't know that you-"
"Stop your whining, boy," his superior snapped at Sammy. "Keep on jabbing that prick of yours into Willow's mouth. My slut of a secretary-likes it, see? You all like it, and since you've got this thing going, we might as well make it a five-some!
"Yes, Cordell!" babbled Willow around the slender virile cock in her mouth. She squirmed her lush buttocks back in sudden desire for the man, the first impact of humiliation and fright dissipating with the wanton depravity of her own sensual desires. "Fuck me! Fuck me while I suck Sammy off!"
"Fuck you?" Forbish snarled. "Hah! I've already had your whorish cunt! I want some of sweet, prudish Cylvia here. I want to fuck her while my son's screwing her in the ass! Might as well make it a family affair, right?"
"Right on, Dad!" Carl cried out with lewd delight. Crap! He had the best oV man in the whole wide world! "Come on!"
"Oh God ... Oh God, no . . . " Cylvia mewled with horror. It would be another rape, a rape by a man who was no better than her own father had been years ago! Dear God, this was the worst possible thing that could have happened to her, and there was no way to avoid it! "No, please ... Please don't, Mr. Forbish!"
But the high school principal was too excited to listen to her tearful pleadings. He moved toward the kneeling teacher, seeing his young son pulling her buttocks apart with his hands and stretching the thin outer muscle of her tiny rectum around his wetly glistening cock. God Almighty! He had to have her! And now!
Slipping down beside his boy, Forbish faced her wildly undulating buttocks, and he centered his gaze for a moment on the wide-split crevice of her smoothly rounded moons, fascinated by the long penetrating penis that was rampaging deep up inside her tightly quivering rectum. He held his breath as the puckered pink flesh ovaled around the brutal thrusts, and then he traced his fingers over the woman's nakedly trembling thighs, dipping them down to feel the soft warm wetness of her fleshy, hair-fringed cuntal lips. He heard Cylvia mewl in protest and the abject sound peaked his lust to a still greater intensity.
He lowered his head and wormed face up under her heavily perspiring body, letting her soft, warm breasts beat a tattoo against his naked skin as he moved upwards toward her shoulders. Carl, sensing what his dad had in mind, raised Cylvia's hips with his hands so that his father could move all the way beneath the struggling teacher until his lust-hardened penis brushed tantalizingly against her swollen pink vaginal slit. The youth sodomizing her from behind then used the flat of his hand on her spine to force her fearfully quivering pussy down over his father's huge, fleshy hardness, just as Cordell Forbish surged upwards with his hips rising off the bed to ram his massively heated shaft into the tender walls of her quaking cunt.
Cylvia gasped, holding her breath in waiting fear for the excruciating pain she was sure would come. It always had before, only a child's smaller penis ever able to give her pleasure .and delight. . . but her insatiable cunt all but had a suction of its own now, greedily swallowing the long thick shaft of adult male cock all the way up inside her until it hit her sensitive cervix above. She felt his great hot length settle into her, pulsating closely against his own son's boyishly virile penis through the thin membrane of her vaginal and rectal orifices, the only flesh left which separated the two parallel shafts of hardness.
And then, as if father and son worked on a prearranged signal, the two Forbish's slowly withdrew their lust-hardened shafts until only their blood filled cockheads remained embedded up inside her trembling white belly, Mr. Forbish's held in place by the inner lips of her pussy, and his boy's held by the tight constriction of her sensation flooded anus. They fucked her simultaneously, driving as deeply inside her heatedly throbbing openings as they could go, their twin stiffnesses pushing hotly against each other all along the twin channels of her wantonly writhing loins.
"More!" she squealed passionately. "Fuck me moooorrrreee!" Her shrill voice of animal delight astonished even her.
They gave her more, heaving and crashing into the blonde-haired teacher with a tempo that reminded her passion dazed mind of tidal waves pounding an ocean shoreline. Again and again the Forbish man and son thrust mightily into her once pain filled cunt and rectum, their balls slapping softly against each other as they hit together with each inward stroke.
A wild delight flowed through Willow now, and she massaged the softly dangling sac of Sammy's firm testicles, his hard young shaft completely absorbed between her warmly sucking lips. Her tongue flicked hotly around the smooth rubbery head as the teenager flexed his lean buttocks and fucked into her eager wet mouth; and they both watched the other two males batter into the slavishly aroused kneeling woman. It was a masterfully erotic sight, and Willow peeled back her lips with excitement and clung to Sammy's long slender cock with her teeth as she saw the blurred rhythm of the child's wildly driving buttock increase with impending climax, and she sucked still harder for his benefit, wanting now to feel his virile boy sperm spurt deep into her mouth.
Suddenly, before she could react, Sammy jerked his wildly jerking penis from between her wetly clasping lips and held the slim, youthful erection about two inches from her mouth. It began spewing thick white streams of boyish cum deep into her now widely opened mouth, filling the warm wet cavern between her cheeks to the brim. The older woman swallowed desperately, not wanting to lose any of the deliciously fresh semen. The taste unexpectedly triggered something in her rippling abdomen, and her own orgasm surged through her making her gurgle through the creamy fluid filling her mouth and throat. As his spurting young penis shot out the last of his adolescent cum, a thin strand of whiteness ran from the tip of his cock to her sperm glistening lips, and she moved forward to lick his slowly deflating hardness clean as she spasmed from her own climax time and time again.
It was then that young Carl Forbish ground heavily behind his teacher, and his father took up the wailing chant of their obscene mutual cumming. The school principal jerked deeply up inside the naked woman's hotly throbbing cunt from below and shot his white hot seed deep into her belly like a great geyser in Yellowstone Park. He ground his madly pulsating hardness into her while his only son suddenly fucked forward and speared needle thin jets of his budding cum into Cylvia's tender rectum like a lewd enema of passion heated liquid. Cylvia, her climax the last to arrive, thrust back her wantonly rotating buttocks on the orgasmically expanding shafts of her two lovers, her every muscle contracting as if she were having a fit. She moaned and thrashed in complete abandonment, her anal and vaginal sinews closing around the hotly gushing penises like angry fists. Her firm slender thighs flexed with her climactic explosions, her chest screaming as the power of her full, mature body unleashed with all of the passions she had ever contained. There was no time, no space, nothing save the unbelievable delights of her cumming. She was hit over and over by the spasmodic twitching of her lustfully straining nerves, until at last she had drained the pumping testicles of the Forbish father and boy completely dry.
Gradually the balding man and the youngsters withdrew their cocks from the assorted holes of the two women, and all five of them sprawled nakedly on the huge king sized bed, half comatose from their fantastic releases. Cylvia lay across the loins and chest of her youthful lover, her own long legs wide apart and showing a tempting view of her sperm matted vaginal slit. After a few minutes she heard the fat school principal groan with renewed lust, and saw that her lovely roommate had crawled over to him and was fondling his large manly prick into erection again.
"Come on, Cordell," Willow was whispering lewdly. "I've seen you get that big old cock of yours up in ten seconds flat. Come on and get hard. I want it in the ass this time, like your kid did to Cylvia. Fuck me in the ass, Cordell, please!"
The thought: Well, why the hell not? suddenly ran obscenely through Cylvia's mind, and she leaned over to take Forbish's son's limp young penis in her mouth. like father, like son, and she felt Carl's answering throbs of arousal and the delightful sensation of his lean, virile cock slowly rising into hardness between her tightly ovaled lips . . .
After this, the party ran its course. Everyone made love to everyone else in a hundred different positions. There was no talk of the dirty pictures or any kind of blackmail; there was no need, for now the beautiful blonde teacher was totally emancipated from her previous bonds of modesty and guilt. And periodically, she would smile over at Willow, and a secret smile would pass between them, knowing as they did, that from this day on, they would never be without the wonderful charms of young teenaged boys ever again. They'd be together, at work and at play.
It wasn't until Sunday afternoon that she finally drove home with Willow, and even there, relaxing from their orgy with the two boys and their school principal, they found time to suck each other to climax a few more times . . .
CHAPTER SEVEN
The bell rang for the end of the class, and Cylvia Wheyman rapped her knuckles on the desk to gain attention.
"Students," she called out to the assembled two dozen boys and girls. "We've gone over the history of the Constitution this week, and for Monday, I want you to bring a short paper to class on the effects it has had on the freedoms of speech and religion.
"Awwww," came a chorus of groans. Homework was such a pain!
"Just a short one, about five pages long," she assured them. "Class dismissed. Oh and Bobby? Would you stay behind a moment?"
Bobby Clapperton walked up to her desk as the other students filed out of the room. "Yes, Miss Wheyman?" he asked, gulping.
"Your last test, Bobby," she said firmly. "You didn't do too well, you know."
"Gee, I tried awful hard. But I have trouble with the lessons sometimes."
"You should ask me for help, then. That's what teachers are for, Bobby."
"Will you ... Will you tutor me a little, Ma'am? I can't study at home, it's so noisy. Mom and Dad are always fighting."
"I'd love to, Bobby. Why don't you come over to my place after school today? We can go over ... lots of things."
"Gee! I'd like to do that, Miss Wheyman!"
A ripple of prurient excitement washed through the mature woman's belly as she thought of Bobby there in the apartment with her and Willow. She smiled slightly, recalling the weeks which had followed the wild orgy at the Forbish house, and how she no longer cared to ever go back to the way things had been before. She looked down at Bobby Clapperton with her soft blue eyes, studying him as she had for many days in class, thinking he couldn't be over fifteen and looked like he needed lots of affection and understanding because of his poor home life.
