In his recent book Any Woman Can, the popular American psychiatrist Dr. David Reuben writes, "Any woman who is unwilling or unable to fulfill her destiny as a full-fledged female and thereby enjoy a lifetime of gratifying sexual experiences is sexually marooned. ... The greatest of all human pleasures-sexual fulfillment-is officially denied to every adult female who is single, widowed, or divorced." Our novel Teacher's Three-Way Lessons tells of such a "sexually marooned" woman.
Jane Todd is 45, never married, and has had very little sexual experience. The frustration of her natural female needs has produced in Jane a number of personality disorders, notably an intense fear of men. This fear is in fact an expression of her fear of sex, or, rather, her fear that she may enjoy sex, thus violating her stern and puritanical moral code. Jane tries to repress her normal desires and to convince herself and the world that she is not interested in sex and that she is perfectly happy without a man.
This desperate pretense is shattered when Jane is forced to take a new job as the only female teacher at a boys' school. For the first time in her life she is exposed to male company on a daily basis. She becomes the object of the lust of the headmaster of the school, an extremely virile and libidinous man who quickly breaks down her resistance and proves to Jane that her sexual needs are strong and persistent. Jane is horrified by this discovery but is unable to control herself. Once her true sexual feelings are unleashed, she cannot resist the attentions of any man, and she soon finds herself embroiled in a dangerous and unsuitable liaison with one of her young students. Deeply ashamed of herself, helpless to control what she believes is "sick" behavior, Jane is close to an emotional breakdown when, happily, she meets a mature and understanding man who succeeds in proving to her that her desires are normal and natural when directed toward a suitable love-object. With this man she is able to settle down to a normal monogamous relationship, and her guilt vanishes.
Teacher's Three-Way Lessons demonstrates the unfortunate consequences of sexual repression and outmoded Victorian attitudes toward sex. Because Jane Todd was raised to believe that sex is evil, and not a natural bodily function, she must undergo a wild and dangerous purging of her repressions, an experience which almost destroys her, before she can lead a normal life. Had she been taught sensibly in the first place, this near self-destruction would never have occurred. Thus the "lesson" of the novel is that an unhealthy sex education in childhood can only lead to an unhealthy and destructive sex life in adulthood.
-THE PUBLISHERS
CHAPTER ONE
Miss Jane Todd, a spinster of forty-five, paid the cabbie and turned to look at the wooded grounds of Hillcrest Academy. Her new job awaited her, but she didn't hurry. Instead she stood before the front gate and trembled. God help me, she thought, I can't do it, I just can't do it.
Jane wasn't afraid of taking on new duties or of managing young students in the classroom. She was, quite simply, afraid of men. At Hillcrest, she would be the only female teacher, and the students were all boys ranging in age from twelve to sixteen. Jane's skin crawled as she thought of being around so many males, day after day. The word "male" conjured up many frightening images for Jane, images of something evil, wicked, lecherous, dirty. Her mother had taught her that men are interested in only one thing, sex, and Jane had never doubted that belief. All her life she had avoided men, but now she could avoid them no longer.
Until a month ago, Jane Todd had been headmistress of an all-girl school in a remote part of Vermont. The life suited her perfectly. She never had occasion to come into contact with men. When supplies were needed for the school, Miss Todd always sent one of the other teachers into town. If the father of one of the students came to visit, Miss Todd spoke to him across the safe distance of her big office desk. Except for one unfortunate incident in her past which she preferred to forget, no man had ever laid hands on Jane Todd.
Now that perfect life was over. Jane's school had gone bankrupt, and she was forced to look for a new job. Because of the recession and the oversupply of teachers, the best she could do was the position at Hillcrest. Many friends told her she was lucky to get it. The Chicago-based school was currently liberalizing its policies and was about to hire female teachers for the first time. Jane's excellent credentials won her the first opening. Any normal woman would have been proud and excited, but not Jane Todd. She could only think of the terrifying fact that for twenty-four hours a day she would be surrounded by the opposite sex, in constant danger from their lecherous instincts.
Standing before Hillcrest Academy, Jane felt all her courage vanish. She was tempted to take her luggage and run. She would rather do any job, even be a waitress or a clerk, than to be the only woman among a hundred males. Just then, however, the big iron gate opened, and a neatly dressed boy said, "Are you Miss Todd? Welcome to Hillcrest. The headmaster wants you to come right to his office."
Miserably Jane followed the boy onto the grounds. She was stuck now. It would be just too embarrassing to turn and run after she'd been recognized. The boy led her into the old grey stone building which housed the classrooms and offices. The office of the headmaster, George Bell, was on the first floor.
When George Bell hired Jane Todd for the school's first woman teacher, he had considered nothing but her academic qualifications. Bell was against the idea of hiring a woman, but since the school's financial backers insisted on it, he made sure he got someone who knew her way around. Miss Todd sounded perfect. She had a degree from an excellent school, and she had been headmistress of her own school for twenty years. George Bell expected to meet a shrive led-up, gray-haired old lady with plenty of fighting spirit, the kind who used to switch his ass with a willow stick when he was in grade school. When Jane Todd entered his office, he was considerably surprised.
"Ah, Miss Todd," he said urbanely, "how pleasant to meet you. Won't you sit down?" As Jane took a chair, George Bell smiled blandly at her, thinking, Jesus Christ, what a pair of knockers.
Jane Todd at forty-five was by no means over the hill. She did her best to disguise it, but she had a voluptuous figure and a rather handsome face. Her long dark hair was rolled tightly in a bun, she wore no makeup, and her severe dark suit was mannish. None of this hid her figure, however. Her long shapely legs, her small firm waist, and her very large pointed breasts defeated all her efforts to look drab and uninteresting. Jane had always been ashamed of her figure. George Bell found it delightful. He sensed Jane's reserve, however, and refrained from leering at her.
"And how was your trip, Miss Todd? Pleasant, I hope," said Bell.
"Adequate," said Jane stiffly.
She did not like George Bell. She was not fond of men in general, but in this case she felt instant distrust and fright. George Bell was the kind of man who frightened her most, simply because he was so unmistakably a man. Around fifty, he had very broad shoulders, and beneath his sensible tweed suit the thick muscles of his arms threatened to burst through the cloth. He had a ruddy complexion, the sign of an outdoors man, and although his reddish hair was receding, he had a luxuriant copper mustache. At his cuffs and at the neck of his shirt Jane could see thick tufts of reddish hair. George Bell was all man, and so it was impossible that Jane could feel at ease around him.
Her only impulse was to get the interview over with as quickly as possible. "I'm sure you're very busy, Mr. Bell," she said, "so I won't take up your time. If I could be shown to my quarters and given a list of my duties, I think that should take care of it."
Christ, what an iceberg, thought George Bell. He'd have to do something about that. A life-long bachelor, Bell was nevertheless actively interested in the ladies. It was just that his job rarely gave him a chance to have a woman. Jane Todd was heaven sent, a sexy woman easily available to him-if only he could break through that frosty reserve of hers. Bell felt a hot tingling in his balls as he mentally undressed her. She was a lot of woman, all right, and he felt he was just the man to tame her. He wondered what made her so uptight. Well, he'd be finding out soon.
"Come along, then, Miss Todd," he said. "I'll show you around myself. It's the least I can do for our new teacher."
Jane wished he would have sent one of the boys to show her around the school. As they walked down the hall, she felt Bell's eyes on her. It was just as she'd feared. Already this man was looking upon her as a sexual object. Well, if he dared try anything, she'd scratch his face to ribbons. She had come here to teach, not to serve as the headmaster's whore. She scowled at George Bell, but he didn't seem to notice her displeasure.
In fact George Bell was oblivious of the icy looks she was giving him. He was watching her beautifully curved hips as she walked. Somewhat to his amusement, he felt his cock swelling up tightly in his pants. Down, boy, he thought. Rome wasn't built in a day. He would very much have liked to grab Miss Todd, pull her into the broom closet, and give her a screwing she'd never forget, but he sensed that this was a woman not easily conquered. If he wanted her, he'd have to play it smart and careful.
"In this building, Miss Todd," he said, "we have all the offices and classrooms and cafeteria. Now if you'll just follow me out the back door here, I'll show you the dormitory. The staff sleep there, too. Each teacher has a room next to a dorm, so the boys can be supervised at night. I've given you a room next to the youngest boys, the twelve and thirteen year olds. They can get a bit rowdy, but they're not too much for a woman to handle."
Jane followed him across a beautifully kept lawn to another grey stone building. Bell led the way upstairs to Jane's new quarters. He showed her the long dormitory room with its rows of cots, where the boys slept, and then the small, neat bedroom connected to it. Jane liked the room at once. It was spare, clean, and had a good view of the grounds.
"Here you are, then," said Bell. "It's not luxurious, but I think you'll be comfortable. We don't have any classes scheduled for you till tomorrow. Your duties begin after dinner tonight. You must see that the boys have their showers and get to bed by nine."
"Certainly," said Jane. "That should be no problem."
Bell lingered for a moment, hoping she'd ask him to stay and chat, but all he got was an icy look of impatience. Again he felt the impulse to leap on her, to fuck her right on the spot, but he resisted it. He didn't want to scare her off. He must be patient.
"I'll see you at dinner, then, Miss Todd," he said politely.
Jane didn't return his parting smile. She could read through men well enough. George Bell had excellent manners, but all the time he was talking, she'd seen where his eyes went-they'd been practically glued to her breasts. Jane blushed miserably and locked the door behind him. How could she stand working with the man? Hopefully her teaching duties would keep her out of his sight for most of the day.
There was a knock at the door. Jane opened it and found a very tall, lanky, awkward man about her own age who was shifting uneasily from one foot to the other and blushing deeply. His horn-rimmed glasses were askew, and his voice came out in a quick stammer.
"Hello, you must be Miss Todd," he said, not pausing for breath. "I'm Melvin Davis, the other teacher, and I just wanted to say welcome to Hillcrest, Miss Todd, and, uh, uhhhh-Well, see you at dinner."
He raced off down the hall before Jane could reply. She had to laugh. Melvin Davis seemed harmless enough. Jane started unpacking her things. It was still several hours until dinner and the beginning of her duties, and she had time to do some thinking. So far the only real sour note about Hillcrest was the headmaster, George Bell. If she could manage to avoid Bell, she might be able to endure the job. She wasn't worried about keeping discipline among the boys. At her own school the students had trembled at the very mention of her name. Miss Todd was known as a stern and unrelenting disciplinarian, and she intended to establish the same reputation at Hillcrest. Her only real problem would be George Bell.
Jane was all too familiar with this type of man. It had been a man very much like George Bell who had robbed her of her virginity.
She blushed as she thought back to that long-ago time. Jane had been only twenty then, a young and innocent coed. She knew almost no one at the state university, so she had been pleased and flattered when one of her professors singled her out for special attention. Professor Graves was a handsome middle-aged man who attracted girls like flies. Most of his female students had a crush on him, even though they knew he was married. Jane had been too sensible to have any such thoughts about him, and she had long ago vowed never to fall in love or to consider marriage. Her mother had told her all about the animalistic demands which husbands made of their wives, and Jane knew that life was not for her. She wanted to become a teacher, to have nothing to do with men. Somehow, though, it seemed different with Professor Graves. He was so much older, almost a father figure to her. It seemed perfectly safe and innocent to stay after class and talk with him, and when he began to ask her to lunch, that seemed perfectly innocent, too.
Jane would never forget that awful night when Professor Graves made clear his real motives. He had telephoned her at her dormitory and asked her to come over to his house and help him out with some typing. Jane was only too glad to do so. Professor Graves had given her many private study sessions and had helped her maintain an "A" average in his class. The least she could do was return the favor. She rode her bicycle over to his house, a handsome old brick home in a sedate neighborhood.
The first disturbing thing she noticed was that Professor Graves had been drinking-she could smell liquor on his breath when he greeted her. That was the least of her worries, however. The second thing she noticed was that the professor's wife was not at home.
Professor Graves closed the front door, and Jane backed up against it and turned pale. "I didn't realize you'd be alone," she said. "Perhaps I'd better come back another time, when your wife is here. I mean, people might talk."
"Oh, nonsense," said Graves, laughing. "You're such a strange girl, Jane. I mean, for such a young person, you have remarkably old-fashioned ideas. This isn't the Nineteenth Century, my dear. It's perfectly all right for members of opposite sexes to be alone together. Don't worry about it. I told my wife you'd be coming. Let's get on with that typing."
Very reluctantly Jane surrendered her coat and sat down at the table. Professor Graves began dictating to her as she typed, but Jane scarcely heard him. In spite of his reassuring words, she felt there was something wrong. He was standing behind her as she typed, and she couldn't get over the feeling that he was looking at her strangely. She was so nervous that she kept making mistakes. Finally she couldn't type at all.
"Oh, Professor," she said, "I'm so sorry. I'm making a mess of this. I don't know why, but I just can't keep my mind on my typing."
"I understand, my dear," said Professor Graves. "I'm having the same problem. And I think I know why. I think we both feel it."
Jane didn't understand what he meant, but she didn't like the tone of his voice. It sounded raspy, excited, not like the sedate Professor Graves she knew. She was about to turn around and question him, when to her horror, she felt his hands slipping around her to cup her big breasts.
"PROFESSOR!"
She felt his hot breath on her cheek, his eager hands fumbling with the doughy mounds of her big tits. She was so shocked, she couldn't move. Graves took advantage of her panic to unbutton her blouse, and the next thing she knew, he had also unhooked her bra and was fondling her naked quivering breasts.
"Beautiful, beautiful," he said, leaning over her to look at the huge pale melons.
"Oh, my God," said Jane.
She sprang from her chair, but as she did so, Graves kept hold of her blouse and bra. Jane found herself standing there naked to the waist, her large pale breasts swaying and bobbing before the man's hungry eyes. Graves dropped her clothing and stepped forward to paw her big wiggling tits.
"You don't know how long I've been waiting for this moment, Jane," he said. "In class it's all I can do not to look at your beautiful tits. I've wanted you for so long."
"Oh, Professor, please," said Jane, beginning to sob. "You must stop. It's all wrong. Please, give me my clothes and let me leave."
"Oh, no," said Graves. "Oh, no, not when we've come this far. Don't be bashful, Jane. You want it as much as I do."
"Want WHAT?" said Jane.
He stepped closer to her, cupping her huge creamy tits almost roughly, rubbing the tender pink nipples with his thumbs. "You want to make love, my dear," he said. "To fuck. You want my cock in you."
"NO!" Jane jerked away from him, her heart hammering. How in the world could he use such filthy language to her? How could he imagine that she'd want to do such a wicked thing? "You're wrong, Professor," she said frantically. "I never felt that way about you. I thought you were just helping me study. I wouldn't dream of doing , such a thing, and if you touch me again, I'll scream."
"Scream all you want," said Graves. "No one will hear you. Really, Jane, I'm surprised. I've never had any trouble with girls before. They all understood what they had to do to get an 'A' in my class. I thought you understood, too."
"You vile creature," said Jane. "So that's it? Well, you can flunk me if you want, but I won't let you touch me."
Graves sighed loudly. "Don't be such a prude, Jane. There's no greater pleasure than sex. What's the matter, are you a virgin?"
Jane's face flamed. "I certainly am," she said, "and I intend to remain one. Sex is evil. I'll never let a man touch me.
Graves shook his head. "My God, I can't believe it. Well, never mind, it doesn't matter what warped attitudes you have. I'm going to make love to you anyway. I've waited too long, planned too carefully, to let you go now. I have to have you, Jane. You might as well resign yourself to it. Relax and enjoy it, my dear. It'll be fun."
He lunged at her, and Jane screamed and ran for the door. She didn't care if she had to run away with her tits hanging out for the whole world to see. Even that would be better than losing her precious virginity, better than letting any man do that vile thing to her. She clawed frantically at the door, but it wouldn't open.
"It's no use, my dear," said Graves. "I have the key. Be a good girl now and come along to the bedroom. How old are you, anyway? Twenty-one? It's high time you got rid of that silly little cherry of yours. Why torture yourself? I'll make it very, very good for you."
He siezed her around the waist and dragged her into the bedroom. Jane screamed and fought, but it was no use. The old house had thick walls, and no one could hear her. Professor Graves was too strong for her. He threw her down on the bed, pushed up her skirt, and began tugging at her panties.
"Oh, please, NO," said Jane, sobbing wildly. "Don't do this awful thing. I'll do anything you say, but not that."
"Anything?" said Graves. He had a strange smile on his face. "You'd do anything to save your virginity?"
"Yes," said Jane. "Please."
"Very well," said the professor. "There is another way you can satisfy me. But I want you naked. I must see that beautiful body of yours. Undress, and then I'll show you what to do."
Blushing and sobbing, Jane removed the rest of her clothes. It was the most humiliating moment of her life, but she felt she had no choice. Anything was better than submitting to that horrible act. Jane had no clear idea just what happened in sexual intercourse, but her mother had told her it was very painful and wicked. Jane would do anything to avoid it, even display her naked body to this man's leering eyes. She stepped out of her panties and stood trembling and blushing before him, while Professor Graves licked his lips and eyed her tiny dark thatch of mons fur and her great pale breasts.
"Lovely," he said hoarsely. "You have the loveliest body I've ever seen, Jane." He chuckled wickedly. "Believe me, I've seen quite a few. It's amazing what girls will do to pass a course in English compositon. But I've never seen anything as beautiful as you."
"Please, Professor," she said stiffly, "let's get on with it. What do I have to do to get out of here?"
"What do you have to do?" he said, grinning lewdly. "Why, that's simple enough, my dear. All you have to do is blow me."
"What?" Jane didn't know the word.
"My God," said Graves, laughing and shaking his head, "you really are innocent. Blow me, darling. Suck my cock. Perform fellatio."
Jane turned deep red. She recognized the technical term for what he wanted. "Oh, my God," she said, backing away from him, "how vile! I can't do that. I'd die first."
"Take your choice," said Graves. "Either blow me or be fucked. I can easily overpower you, Jane. So which will it be?"
Sobbing hysterically, Jane sank to her knees. There was no choice. She would have to commit that disgusting, perverted act in order to save herself from something even worse.
"Jane, look," said Graves.
Jane looked up and saw his naked penis. He had quickly stepped out of his clothes, and now he was standing there displaying his cock to her. In fact Graves had rather a small cock, but Jane didn't know that, never having seen one before. It looked monstrous to her. Thick, pale, and stiffly erect, it hugged his belly, the foreskin slipping back to reveal the ugly bloated purple head. Jane almost gagged. She imagined having that terrible thing inside her, and she quickly crawled over to where Graves was standing. She'd suck the sinister, awful thing if she had to. Even that was better than letting him put it into her body.
"Good girl," said Graves. He seized his engorged pale meat and bent it gingerly down, trailing the wet sticky glans over her lips. "Now open up, darling. Get your first taste of cock."
Moaning with shame and horror, Jane opened her mouth. Instantly he stuffed it with his thick, strong-tasting meat. As it rammed the back of her throat, she gagged uncontrollably. Cursing, Graves pulled out.
"Damnit," he said, "you don't know how to do it. To hell with that. I don't want you to blow me, anyhow. I want to fuck you, Jane, and that's just what I'm going to do."
Jane screamed and flailed her arms wildly, trying to escape him, but he was too strong for her. He seized her and dragged her onto the bed. He threw himself onto her lush young body, knocking the breath from her lungs, and before she could recover from the blow, she felt his cruelly hard cock hammering painfully against the tiny virgin mouth of her cunt.
"Oh, please, NO," she said. "Please, please-"
"Shut up," Graves snarled. He slammed his hand onto her mouth, muffling her screams, and began to jerk his pelvis.
Jane felt his brutally thick penis entering her dry, untried cunt. The pain was so awful that she fainted for a moment, and when she came to, he was all the way inside her. It was too late to resist now. The damage was done, her hymen broken. All she could do was lie there sobbing, praying that it wouldn't last long.
"You frigid little bitch," he said, panting as he humped her. "You're dry. You don't even enjoy it. I pity you."
Jane watched in horror as Professor Graves fucked her. His hairy chest dripped sweat, and she could feel his bristly-haired testicles slapping furiously against her ass. Hardly able to believe what was happening to her, she raised herself slightly and looked down between her legs. She saw his enormously thick milky-white cock hammering in and out of her tiny passage. The pale shaft was stained with blood. Jane gave a piercing scream and fell back half-fainting, too horrified to make another move.
After what seemed a very long time, she heard Graves whining and yelping. His hips moved with incredible force and speed for a moment, and she felt a hot wet explosion at the mouth of her womb. Then Graves stood up, his limp dripping cock slipping out of her. He looked down at her in disgust.
"You poor little bitch," he said. "You're completely frigid. God, I feel sorry for you You'll never know life's greatest pleasure. One thing I can promise you, though-I'll never bother you again. I don't like fucking dead bodies."
Graves kept his promise. He transferred his favors to another in the class, and Jane still received her "A". She was greatly relieved to be rid of his attentions, but she never forgot the awful scene at his house. She felt that she was soiled, ruined, marked for life. The guilt stayed with her for the next twenty-five years. She was no longer a virgin, and that fact haunted her.
She would never forget Professor Graves, either. She would never forget, in particular, his powerful, hairy, sweating body as he raped her. Now at Hillcrest she had met a man who reminded her of Professor Graves in every way. They might have been father and son, the resemblance was so uncanny. Jane told herself not to be foolish. George Bell couldn't help it if he reminded her of that terrible figure in her past. Still she couldn't be near the headmaster without experiencing shivers of fear and revulsion. At dinner she had to sit next to him, and she could hardly swallow her food.
Jane was greatly relieved to get back to her room. She wouldn't have to see George Bell again until breakfast. At eight-thirty she entered the dormitory of the youngest boys to supervise their bedtime preparations.
"Good evening, Miss Todd," they all said obediently. There were about twenty of them, standing at attention by their cots. Jane was grateful to George Bell for one thing. He had trained his students in an almost military discipline. Jane agreed perfectly with this practice.
"Good evening, boys," she said. "I want you to take your showers now, and be quick about it. Everyone is to be in bed, with lights off, at nine o'clock."
To Jane's utter astonishment, the boys began to undress right in front of her. She opened her mouth to order them to stop, but no sound came out. She seemed frozen with shock. Vaguely she realized that the boys weren't used to having a female teacher. Obviously they were used to an all-male school and thought nothing about undressing in front of an instructor. It would be a mistake to show them that she was upset by it. She didn't want to lose their respect and obedience. With great effort she managed not to blush or to run from the room. She assumed a matter-of-fact expression and began walking around the dorm, checking to see if anyone had violated regulations by keeping chewing gum, candy, or forbidden reading material. All the while, however, she discovered that she could not help glancing at all those naked little boys.
All around her they flitted and giggled as they undressed and ran off down the hall to the shower room. Jane felt dizzy. All she could see was dozens of floppy white little penises, bouncing rosy little testicles. Only once before in her life had she seen male genitals, and now she was inundated with them. She experienced great relief as she herded the last of the boys down the hall and saw them disappear into the shower. She slumped against the wall and waited till her heart stopped pounding.
It was then that she felt her soaked crotch. She'd been unaware of it while it was happening, but now she felt it distinctly, the flood of hot sticky juice which was pouring from her cunt and soaking her panties. She was horrified. Sometimes in dreams this happened to her. She couldn't help it then, of course. Everyone was bound to have wicked dreams now and then. This was the first time it had ever happened to her while she was awake, however. Somehow the sight of all those naked little boys had aroused her powerfully. To her shame and disgust, she recognized the fact that she was experiencing sharp sexual arousal.
She didn't know how she got through the next half hour. Somehow, moving like a robot, she managed to herd the naked boys back from the shower and to supervise them while they put on their pajamas and got into bed. The moment she turned out the dorm lights, she began to cry. She muffled her sobs till she got back to her own room, and then she threw herself on the bed and wept helplessly. She couldn't understand what was happening to her. Never in her life, except for those terrible dreams, had she felt the slightest arousal at the sight of a man. Why should those boys have such an effect on her? Why should the sight of all those floppy little immature cocks arouse her to writhing horniness?
Oh, God, she thought, what's the matter with me? What kind of animal am I?
Her clitoris was swollen and aching. She couldn't resist touching it, seeking some relief for the inexplicable but powerful lust she felt. She snaked her hand inside her panties and touched the plump, wet little bud of her clit. She had never touched herself there before, and she was surprised at how good it felt. She stroked the fat little button, and waves of delicious sensations spread through her pelvis.
"Ahhh," she said, sighing and rubbing herself harder. It wasn't right, it was a filthy practice, but she just couldn't help it. She began to rub her wet clit faster and faster. Suddenly her whole body seemed to explode with mind-blasting pleasure.
"AAAGGGHHH," she wailed. "The delicious sensations blotted out all thought. Only when they had passed did Miss Todd realize that she had had her first orgasm. The sight of twenty naked little boys had driven her to masturbate.
"Oh, my God," she said, bursting into tears, "what's WRONG with me?"
CHAPTER TWO
Things were no better the next morning. Jane's first duty was to wake the younger boys and make sure they got dressed in time for breakfast. It was torture for her to stand there and watch them as they got out of their pajamas, raced back and forth from the lavatory, and put on their school uniforms. Again she saw the pale dangling little cocks, the fat rosy little balls-and again she felt the burning sensation of lust deep in her cunt, the uncontrollable creaming of her vaginal walls. It was frightening and humiliating. She couldn't understand why she should feel this way about a bunch of little boys, boys young enough to be her own sons. She felt thoroughly disgusted with herself.
After what seemed ages, the boys were finally dressed, and Jane herded them to the cafeteria. She decided not to go in herself. She was too upset to eat, and she didn't want to see George Bell. His poorly disguised ogling of her breasts would be more than she could take right now. She went back to her room and started looking over her notes for her first class.
She couldn't concentrate. Just like last night, her aching hungry pussy was demanding her full attention. Helplessly she remembered those sweet jiggling little penises, and her cunt spat out a river of steamy juice. Her clit was swollen and trembling. With a sob she realized that she would never be able to concentrate on her lesson until she found some relief for her nagging horniness. She felt sick with shame as she thought about it, but she knew there was only one thing to do. She must relieve herself by rubbing her clit, just as she had done last night.
Jane lay down on her bed and drew off her soaked panties. She slipped a stiff finger between the moist hairy lips of her mons and began to massage the swollen, slick shaft of her small clit. It felt marvelous. She thought back to all her mother's dark, dire warnings about masturbation, or, as Mrs. Todd had called it, "playing with yourself." Jane's mother had told her that if she ever touched herself there, she would go crazy, turn into a prostitute, maybe even go blind. Consequently Jane had never touched herself there. Only now did she begin to think that her mother might have exaggerated a little. Masturbation was a filthy habit, of course, and no doubt Mrs. Todd had invented a few things in order to scare her daughter away from the practice. Jane no longer feared the fires of Hell or some loathsome disease just from touching her clitoris. She wasn't proud of herself, either, but what else could she do? She had to satisfy this overpowering urge. And since there was no other way to do it, perhaps she could be forgiven. She simply couldn't help herself. It felt too good.
Rubbing herself there, she experienced the same delicious feelings as last night, the stinging jolts of pleasure sizzling up her cunt and spreading hotly through her whole pelvis. God help her, it felt so good, she just couldn't stop doing it. Her cunt flooded out its steamy juices, wetting her hand. Her stiff finger played faster and faster over her little throbbing bud. She had never known a pleasure which even approached this. Dizzily she remembered Professor Graves' words of long ago: "There's no greater pleasure than sex." Well, he had been right, damn him. She would never forgive him for what he had done to her, but he had been right about this one thing. Jane wondered how she had lived so long without sexual satisfaction. Even more, she wondered what had awakened her long-repressed needs now.
It felt so good, so incredibly good. As Jane rubbed and massaged her stiff little clit, she saw again the cute floppy little pricks of her young students. What would those adorable little cocks look like if they were stiff? Probably they would be about the size of her finger. Gurgling her pleasure, Jane allowed herself one moment of wickedness. Suppose that stiff caressing finger was a young boy's cock, and suppose it just happened to find its way into her hungry wet cunt. Moaning, she slowly slipped her finger inside the steamy, red-hot mouth of her vagina.
"AAAHHH," she moaned.
It felt wonderful. Completely oblivious of everything else, Jane started to work her finger stiffly, quickly in and out of her burning hole, pretending it was the hard little dick of one of her students. She threw her long legs wide apart and began to howl her intense pleasure. Her pussy creamed hot floods all over her jerking hand. She shoved her finger into her cunt as far as it would go.
The door of her bedroom opened, and there stood George Bell.
Jane froze, her finger still lodged deep in her hot mushy vagina. Her eyes widened as she saw the headmaster of Hillcrest standing in the doorway gawking at her. From his position he wouldn't miss a thing. She faced the door, and her legs were thrown obscenely wide apart, showing him every inch of her scarlet hair-fringed slit. Oh, God, she thought, let me die! I'll never live this down.
A sly, knowing leer spread over George Bell's ruddy face, and he stepped into the room and closed the door behind him. "So that's why you skipped breakfast," he said, chuckling. "Well, well, Miss Todd, I must say I'm surprised. You didn't seem the type at all."
Her voice came out at last, in a hoarse croak. "Get out of here. Get out of my room at once."
"Why, Miss Todd," he said, "there's no reason to get angry. I'm just going to help you out. It's obvious what you need, and my cock can do a much better job than your finger."
Jane turned deep red. She felt she was living a nightmare, that she had been through all this before. Twenty-five years had passed, yet it was like being with Professor Graves again, just like that awful night when he raped her. She wanted to scream, but she knew it would do no good. All the boys were in the cafeteria. To her horror, she realized that she still had her finger in her vagina. She pulled it out, and it made a loud, lewd pop. She closed her eyes, stunned with shame.
George Bell leered at her and began to take off his clothes. What a piece of luck this had been. He'd never expected to get this kind of chance with the frosty new teacher so soon. When Jane didn't show up for breakfast, he'd gone to see if she was feeling ill. He'd knocked lightly on her door, and when he got no answer, he stepped inside. He was stunned to find the grim, aloof Miss Todd lying on her bed with her skirt pulled up to her waist, frigging herself furiously and moaning her pleasure. He didn't remain stunned for long, however. He knew a golden opportunity when he saw one. He could tell the woman was violently horny, and he hoped that if he gave her no time to think, no time to protest, he could take advantage of her need. There was no doubt that she needed something, if only a stiff finger in her cunt. Her deep pink labia were swollen up with fierce arousal, and her small vaginal mouth was dripping hot cream. George Bell felt his cock go painfully stiff in his pants, and he had trouble getting his shorts off over his huge erection.
"Here's what you need, Miss Todd," he said, leering. "I'm at your service." He came close to the bed so she could get a good look at his rigidly stiff, thick cock.
Jane looked up and almost fainted. She remembered every detail of that long ago incident with Professor Graves, including the size of the professor's cock, but only now did she realize how small it had been. Compared to George Bell, Graves had been a dwarf. Jane gawked at Bell's erect prick, all eight inches of it, at its enormour thickness and the bloated purple head which was now beginning to ooze thick droplets of cream. Springing from a wiry forest of copper hairs, Bell's massive dick looked murderously large to her. He stood there grinning at her, displaying himself, like a sex fiend from one of her nightmares. It was enough to blow her mind completely.
"NO," she said, rolling away from him and leaping off the bed.
She ran for the door, but Bell got there before she did. He stood against it, leering at her. She knew she couldn't wrestle her way past this big muscular man. There was still the door to the boys' dorm, and she made for it, only to remember that she'd locked it before she began to play with herself-too bad she hadn't had the sense to lock BOTH doors. Bell laughed as she frantically fumbled with the knob. Of course, she remembered, the key was in her dresser. Unfortunately, Bell was between her and the dresser.
"Give it up, my dear," said Bell. 'There's only forty-five minutes before we have to go teach our classes. Let's not waste time."
"If you think I'm going to make love to you, you're insane," said Jane. "I want you to dress and get out of here at once."
Bell cocked a bushy eyebrow. "What kind of talk is that? I really don't understand, Miss Todd. I walk in here and find you frigging yourself, and now you say you're not interested in sex. Strikes me as just a little contradictory." He looked very amused as he stood there guarding the door.
Jane blushed horribly. How would she ever live down what Bell had seen? "Please," she said, "I'm not going to debate it with you. Just get out."
"Oh, I see," said Bell. "You'd rather frig yourself than have normal sex, is that it? Our new teacher is a little kinky, right?"
Jane hadn't believed it was possible to blush any redder than she already had, but she managed it. "All right, maybe I am 'kinky', as you say, but I'm still not going to bed with you, Mr. Bell. In fact I'm quitting this job. I can't work around someone like you, someone with an evil mind-"
"Oh, now, wait just a minute, old girl," said Bell, beginning to look angry. "You can hardly accuse me of having an evil mind, not after what I saw. What kind of woman are you, anyway? You seem to think it's perfectly all right to masturbate, but normal sex is some kind of perversion to you. Your thinking is really twisted, Miss Todd." He glared at her a moment, then regained his composure. Again he grinned lewdly at her. "Well, well, never mind all that. I'll help you set things right. I'll show you how much better it is with a man. Just relax, my dear. Let me handle everything."
He started toward her, slowly and cautiously, like a panther on the prowl. Just as carefully, Jane began backing away from him, looking for a chance to dart past him and reach the door to the hall. There was no way she could defeat him in a struggle, so she was careful not to get too close to him. Meanwhile she tried to trick him with deceptive words.
"Please, Mr. Bell," she said, "I just wasn't ready for this. Give me a chance to think about it. Perhaps if you came back after dinner, I'd be more calm then. All I can think about right now is my classes."
"Bullshit," said Bell. "You're not thinking about anything but getting past me to that door. I'm no idiot, Miss Todd."
He suddenly lunged for her, taking her off guard in spite of all her caution. Jane screamed, and then his arms were around her, dragging her to the bed. She wept and fought, only to find herself pinned down to the bed under his heavy body. Bell was panting with excitement, and even through her skirt she could feel the rock-hard line of his erect prick. He attempted to kiss her, but Jane jerked her head to one side. She felt his hot breath on her neck as he laughed.
"My God, what's wrong with you?" he said. "You act as if I were poison. In fact you're terrified of me, aren't you? Why?"
"I'm not terrified of you," Jane said indignantly. "I simply despise you. I despise all men."
"Oh, now we're getting somewhere," said Bell. "Who taught you to despise men, Miss Todd? Your mother? Or did someone jilt you a long time ago? Go ahead and tell me about it. You're not going anywhere, not till I choose to let you go." He tried to kiss her again, and he observed the look of horror on her face as she jerked away. "Ah, yes," he said dryly, "I think I see it now. Your mother told you that men are beasts, or something to that effect. She told you they have only one thing in mind, didn't she?"
"Well, she was right," Jane said angrily. "Isn't it obvious from your behavior, Mr. Bell? All men are filthy, vile-minded creatures. I want nothing to do with them."
Bell was grinning strangely. Her resistance, her words, only seemed to excite him more. "As a matter-of-fact, my dear," he said softly, "your mother was right. All we men think of is fucking. Getting into your pants. Balling you."
"Don't use that kind of language with me," said Jane frantically. "Get off me, you animal."
"Not a chance," said Bell. "I wanted you the minute I met you, and now I want you even more. You present quite a challenge, Miss Todd. I won't rest now until I'm fucking you, till I make you want it. That's what I intend to do-make you love it, make you beg for more."
"You ARE insane," said Jane scornfully. "I could never enjoy such a wicked thing. If that's what you want, you're doomed to disappointment. You'd better go find yourself another woman. I've heard there are some poor creatures who actually enjoy sex."
"Yes, Miss Todd," he said. "Those 'poor creatures' are known as normal women. However, it may not be too late for you. Let's find out. Let's start by seeing exactly what it is that you're afraid of." He quickly straddled her, his muscular legs on either side of her chest, so that his great heavy cock almost grazed her lips. "Is that what you're afraid of, Miss Todd?" he said. "Is it my cock that terrifies you?"
Jane gawked at the thing. She couldn't help it. It was only inches from her eyes now, and she could hardly avoid looking at it. Up close it seemed even more brutish and terrifying. It was enormously thick, and so swollen with readiness that the pale skin seemed stretched almost to bursting, the blue veins standing out vividly. The wrinkled foreskin was forced back by his erection, completely uncovering the massive purple glans. From the small dark hole at the tip, thick white droplets of cream were lolling out to glisten on the dark skin. Jane nearly fainted with horror as she thought of actually receiving that cruelly long cock in her vagina.
"Oh, please," she said, "don't make me look at it."
"Now, now," said Bell, "that's the wrong attitude. If you're afraid of something, then you ought to force yourself to meet it, to get used to it. Fortunately for you, Miss Todd, I'm a very patient man, and I'm a dedicated teacher. I'm just going to sit here till we've calmed your silly fears. Go ahead, look at my cock-it won't bite you. Feel it, pet it, taste it if you like."
"Taste it?" Jane said in horror.
"Yes," said Bell, leering at her. "Go ahead, have a taste. You'd be surprised how many women enjoy it." He seized her wrists and held them painfully hard, and Jane let out a squeak of discomfort. "That hurts, doesn't it?" said Bell. "Well, I'll stop it when you stick out your tongue. Go on, do it."
Jane stuck out her tongue-anything to stop the pain. Bell grinned and ran the sticky, oozing head of his cock over her tongue. Jane almost gagged from the strong salty taste, and she jerked her head to one side. "You beast," she said.
Bell only laughed. "You'll get used to the taste, my dear. I intend to give you plenty of practice. You have no idea how convenient it's going to be for me, having you right on the school grounds whenever I need a woman."
"You must be out of your mind," said Jane. "I'll quit before I'll let you use me like that."
"Oh, no, you won't," Bell said menacingly. "If you leave, it'll be because I've fired you, and on your record it will say you were fired for perverted acts. Remember what I caught you doing."
"My God, how can you be so cruel?" Jane said. She was getting really panicked now. Rather than have such a terrible thing on her record, she thought she might prefer to cooperate with Bell, at least to a certain extent. "Please," she said, "if you'll promise not to put that on my record, I'll-I'll lick you again."
Bell cast her a triumphant leer.
"Lick my cock, you mean? Well, I might go for that. We might make a deal. Let's see how well you do it, Miss Todd," he said.
The very prospect of licking that enormous ugly thing made her sick, but Jane felt she had little choice. Blushing deeply, she stuck out her tongue again. George Bell leered at her as he swished his oozing, strong-tasting cockhead back and forth over her tongue. "Don't make me do all the work, sweetheart," he said. "Lick it, like you promised."
Miserably Jane began to lick his rigid prick, running her tongue stiffly up and down the brutishly thick shaft. George Bell smiled blissfully as she worked. He was having a wonderful time. After that incredible piece of luck, catching her in the act of playing with herself, he knew he could do almost anything he wanted with her. He wasn't going to let her off lightly. Naturally he intended to screw her before he left, but he didn't tell her that. He wanted to string out his triumph, play with her for awhile. He enjoyed observing her humiliation and embarrassment. He'd teach this frigid old maid to call him an "animal."
As she licked his big stiff dick, Jane avoided his eyes. It was bad enough having to perform this perverted act without watching how much he enjoyed it. She tried to avoid licking the big purple glans, getting that strong-tasting juice on her tongue, but George Bell wouldn't permit it. When she tried to avoid it, he gripped his cock and smeared the oozing head all over her taste buds. He was getting redder and redder in the face, breathing louder and louder.
"That's not good enough, Miss Todd," he said at last. "If you want to keep your record clean, you'll have to do more than that. Take it in your mouth. Suck it."
"Oh, God, no," said Jane. As clearly as if it had happened yesterday, and not twenty-five years ago, she remembered how she'd felt when Professor Graves forced her to take his cock in her mouth. She knew she'd gag and choke. "Please, please," she said, "don't make me do that. I just can't stand it."
"You'll have to stand it," said Bell. "Either that or never get another teaching job. Take your choice."
Jane opened her mouth. There was nothing else she could do. This torture would last only a few minutes, and it was better than a lifetime without a job. Bell grinned wickedly and eased his enormously fat cock between her lips. It seemed to fill her whole mouth. She struggled not to gag, knowing he'd take no pity on her. Bell sighed and kept pushing his bloated prick into her mouth until it touched the back of her throat. Even so, she couldn't take it all in. It was just too long.
"All right, Miss Todd," he said, "suck it. Do a good job, and I may consider letting you stay on here at Hillcrest."
His arrogant words made her want to bite his cock off. She was angry enough to do it. It didn't seem very wise, however. Bell could kill her with one blow, he was so strong. Miserably she began to suck his thick hot meat. She had no idea how it was done, and her actions were timid and feeble.
"No, no," Bell said impatiently, "let's have some action. Pull in your cheeks. Suck really hard, fast. Come on, you can do better than that."
Jane obeyed. She drew in her cheeks sharply, creating a tight hot nest for his thick penis, and began to suck it as fast and hard as she could. The noise was obscene, a loud slurping and sucking sound. This seemed to excite him powerfully. He grew very red in the face and gave her a broad, lewd grin. He panted loudly.
"That's it," he said. "Suck that meat, baby! Really give it to me. Awww, shit, yes!"
George Bell's polished manners and refined language were gone. As Jane loudly sucked his rigid cock, he began to move his hips in time to her sucking, snorting like a bull. His bristly swollen balls slapped her chin. Jane felt completely revolted, but there was nothing she could do except obey his wishes and pray that it would be enough to satisfy him. His cruelly hard cock began to force its way into her throat, and she struggled not to gag.
"You don't like that, do you, you frigid bitch?" he said, obviously enjoying her discomfort. "You don't like the taste of cock. Poor old maid. But you just hang in there, baby, and ol' George will teach you to like it. Pretty soon you'll be begging for it. You'll love the taste of it, just like any whore."
Jane's mind reeled. This simply couldn't be happening to her. All her life she had done her best to stay away from men, to discourage them, and yet here she was, noisily sucking a man's penis, taking it into her throat. George Bell was ramming his cock hard into her, trying to force the ugly thing all the way to her belly.
"Eat it, Goddamn you," he said, "take it all in. I won't be satisfied till you swallow it, you bitch."
With a moan of horror, Jane opened her throat, and she felt his huge stiff prick gliding in, deeper and deeper, till his shaggy balls rested on her protesting lips. He held it there, leering down at her with arrogant satisfaction. Finally, to her great relief, he pulled his cock from her mouth-but her relief wasn't going to last very long.
"That wasn't good enough, Miss Todd," he said. "I'm not satisfied yet. You're a lousy cocksucker. I suppose I could teach you better, in time, but I don't feel very patient right now. You'll have to do something else to amuse me."
"Oh, my God," said Jane, "what else can you possibly want? I did my best."
"Oh, no, you can do better than that," said Bell, climbing off her. "To begin with, I want to see that gorgeous body of yours."
Weeping loudly, but knowing no one would hear her, Jane took off her clothes. Bell eyed her hungrily, and when she was naked, he reached out with his rough sweaty hands and played with her big beautiful wobbling breasts. "My God," he said, "what a shame you're frigid. Your body was made for sex, made for a man to play with. Don't you like this at all? Doesn't it feel nice?" He rubbed her pretty pink nipples.
"No," said Jane, shuddering. "I hate it when you touch
"Oh, you hate it, do you?" he said, getting angry again. "Of course, I forgot, I'm an animal. I'm an animal, and you're the Virgin Mary. Well, that's too fucking bad. Get on your back and spread your legs."
"I certainly will not," said Jane. "That's the one thing I won't do, no matter what you threaten."
"Oh, don't worry," he said scornfully. "I'm not going to fuck you."
"Then what are you going to do?" said Jane.
"You'll find out. Just do as I say."
Jane didn't trust him, but she did as he asked, ready to knee him in the groin if he attempted to penetrate her. She lay there trembling, her legs spread, wondering just what he had in mind. Probably he only wanted to get an eyeful. She despised him for it.
George Bell looked at her scarlet slit with its delicate fringe of dark hair. He could see that she wasn't aroused at all. She was quite dry, and the tiny mouth of her cunt was drawn up in the labial folds, almost hidden. He intended to do something about that.
"All right, Miss Todd," he said, "you don't like me to touch your tits. That's been definitely established. But let's see how you like it when I touch you here."
Before Jane could stop him, Bell reached out and seized her tiny red clit between his thumb and forefinger. He began to rub it expertly. She gasped loudly. To her astonishment and horror, it felt wonderful. Jane blushed deep red and set her lips tight together, determined not to show this awful man she felt any pleasure. She closed her eyes and prayed that he wouldn't play with her clit very long. Each time he tweaked her cute little button, an electric jolt of pleasure ran through her whole pelvis.
Already she could feel her cunt growing red-hot in response to his play, her vaginal walls beginning to leak their cream.
"How's that, Miss Todd," he said, "feel good? Do you like it when I touch you there?"
"N-n-no," stammered Jane. "Please, s-s-stop."
Bell eyed her closely. Did he detect a certain confusion in her voice? Was he mistaken, or was her beautiful body beginning to flush with arousal? He slid his fingers through the tender plump folds of her labia, tickled the tiny mouth of her cunt. Jane grew more flushed, but she set her lips grimly and made no sound or movement. Damn him, damn him, he was getting her horny, and she'd die if he found out. The touch of his fingers was delicious. To her horror, her cunt contracted sharply and spat out a hot burst of cream into his palm.
"Aha," said George Bell. He grinned broadly. "You do like that, don't you, Miss Todd? Well, here's something you'll like even better."
Jane had her eyes closed, and so she was taken off guard when he seized her long legs, flung them up over his shoulders, and dipped his head into her pussy. She felt his hot breath, then the delicious touch of his slick tongue on her hungry little clit. He swished the tip of his tongue all around her throbbing sensitive bud, then snaked it stiffly through the tender folds of her labia, setting her pelvis on fire with pleasure. His tongue slipped mischievously into her narrow vagina, probing and licking. Jane couldn't help herself. It felt so good that her cunt contracted powerfully around his probing tongue, instinctively trying to draw it in deeper, and she creamed hotly and heavily. Bell began to lick up her juices as fast as they came, sucking them noisily out of her trembling passage. It was the most blinding pleasure she had ever felt in her life.
"Ooooooo," Jane gurgled, "OOOOOO!"
She hated herself. Now he knew how much she enjoyed the nasty thing he was doing to her. It was incredibly wicked for this man to put his tongue into her vagina, and it was even more wicked for her to love the feeling, but she simply couldn't seem to control herself. Forces awakened in her body, dark forces she'd never been aware of before. Her conscience screamed at her to exercise some self-control, but her bodily needs were stronger than her conscience. She knew only that she wanted this incredible pleasure to go on and on.
George Bell was so excited, he could hardly keep from ramming his cock into her right then and there. He'd discovered her weakness, and now she was at his mercy. He knew how to make her hot. All he had to do was eat her pussy. So Miss Todd wasn't frigid after all, the hypocritical bitch. In a way he was annoyed that she'd put him off so long, that she'd fooled him into thinking she was frigid. On the other hand, he was delighted to have discovered her secret. They were going to have a lot of fun together now. She could never refuse him again, now that he knew how to arouse her.
He kept tonguing her pussy till she screeched with pleasure. She threw her long legs as far apart as she could, giving him plenty of room to work. Her cunt gushed hot juice, smearing his face, as he plunged his tongue stiffly in and out of her vagina, he could feel it trembling and contracting all around him. She was ready, all right. No woman could have been readier.
Jane felt his tongue slip out of her vagina, and she almost wept with disappointment. Just a few more seconds, and she could have had an orgasm. Then she felt penetration again, and this time the sensation was even better than before. She was fully stuffed, right up to the mouth of her womb, her cunt deliciously stretched and filled. She opened her eyes and saw George Bell kneeling between her outstretched legs. She realized his enormous cock was in her, and she turned pale. My God, it had happened, the thing she dreaded most, and she'd done nothing to stop him.
He began to work his cock in her, moving it in deep quick strokes. She was deliciously hot and tight. He'd never fucked a sweeter cunt. It was odd that a woman her age should be so tight. Probably she hadn't done it much. All that would change now. He intended to have this lovely piece of ass every chance he got.
She was gawking at him, a strange expression on her face. Horror struggled with intense pleasure. The very worst thing was happening to her. A man's ugly, brutish cock was in her, raping her, and yet she had to admit that it didn't hurt, didn't awaken her revulsion as it had with Professor Graves. God help her, she loved it. It seemed as if she'd been waiting all her life to be fucked like this. The voice of her conscience faded away. Jane Todd moaned hoarsely and lay back limp on the bed, giving herself completely to George Bell. She would hate herself later, she knew, but she had to have it.
"It's good, isn't it?" he said huskily.
"Ooohhh, yeeessss," wailed Jane.
Bell's triumph was almost complete. All he wanted was to see her face as he fucked her into a frenzy of pleasure. He began to ball her as hard as he could, thrusting his rock-hard cock deep into her steamy clinging tunnel. She bared her teeth and began to make shrill little noises, her eyes rolling wildly in her head. Her cunt contracted violently around his ramming cock, and then her beautiful body began to shake in convulsive spasms.
"You're cumming, aren't you?" he panted.
"YES," Jane screamed. "OH, AAAGGGHHH!"
She threw her long legs high in the air, letting his cock ream her thoroughly, shrieking in the mind-blasting pleasure of her climax. Bell watched her, savoring his victory, and then he began shooting his cum into her convulsing womb.
"Ah, Christ," he said as he withdrew at last, "that was good, really good." He gave her a playful slap on the ass. "I'll be back tonight, after you've got the kids tucked away."
Jane wept as he dressed. What had she gotten herself into? She seemed to be at this man's mercy. "Please," she said, "I don't want to do it again."
"The hell you don't," said Bell. "Don't give me that shit, baby. I know better. See you tonight." He leered at her and left.
There was no time to think about it. She was almost late for her first class.
CHAPTER THREE
Miss Jane Todd's first class at Hillcrest Academy did not go well. In the first place, she wasn't used to teaching boys, and in the second place she found it hard to keep her mind on her work. She'd had to dress in such a hurry that she hadn't had time for a shower, and George Bell's cum was still seeping out of her bruised vagin, making her blush at the sensation and at the memory of her lewd, abandoned behavior. She didn't know how she could ever face the headmaster again, not after he'd fucked her into a mindless frenzy. That wasn't her immediate problem, however. She was used to teaching classes of meek, obedient girls. Boys were something else, she quickly discovered. They giggled and whispered and passed notes. Some of them made obscene farting and belching noises, but did it so cleverly she couldn't spot the culprit. She had trouble keeping the class' attention.
One boy in particular was giving her trouble. He Was fourteen, blond, and handsome, and he was also full of the devil. Although he sat in the very front row, right under her nose, he kept whispering things to the boys around him, making them snicker. Whenever she turned to write something on the blackboard, he passed notes. Jane decided to catch him and teach him a lesson. She pretended to turn away, waited for a second, and then whirled around and glared at the boy. He blushed beet red. He had been caught in the act of passing a folded piece of paper to the boy behind him.
Jane stalked up to him and said sternly, "All right, young man. What is your name?"
"Tim, ma'am," he said meekly.
"Give me that note, Tim," said Jane, holding out her hand.
Tim blushed even redder. "Please, ma'am," he said. "I won't do it again. I promise."
"You certainly won't do it again," she said, "because if you do, you'll go straight to the headmaster for punishment! Now give me that note."
Most reluctantly Tim handed her the piece of paper. She opened it and turned pale. Tim had drawn a crude caricature of her. The head and most of the body were of normal dimensions, but he had drawn her breasts with gross exaggeration, making them bigger than the rest of her combined. Under the drawing he had written, "Teacher has big boobs." Jane's hand trembled as she tucked the note away in her purse.
"Very well, boys," she said gravely. "Now that I've observed your behavior, I want to enlighten you about a few things. Apparently you thought that because I'm a woman I wouldn't keep discipline in my classroom. You were mistaken. I expect absolute quiet and perfect attention. Just to make sure you don't forget that, I'm giving all of you an hour's detention after school today. If any such behavior occurs in the future, it will be two hours' detention. I think you get the idea. As for you, Tim, I want to see you after class. The rest of you are dismissed."
The boys left meekly. Jane knew she would have no more trouble with them. They might not like her very much, but at least they would pay attention in class from now on. Tim sat miserably at his desk, watching the other boys file out of the room. When they were alone, he hung his head.
"Now, Tim," said Jane, "I will not discuss the filthy picture you drew. I think you understand how I feel about it. I think you also know how the headmaster treats incidents like this. In the public schools, physical punishment is no longer allowed, but at Hillcrest we don't have that restriction. I've a good mind to send you right to the headmaster and let him paddle you."
"Oh, please, no, Miss Todd," said Tim desperately. He looked ready to cry. He leaped from his seat and stood at attention before her. "I'll do anything you want, Miss Todd. Let me help you clean the blackboard or carry your books for you. Anything, but please don't send me to Mr. Bell."
Jane wasn't listening. As Tim stood before her, she found her eyes inexplicably riveted to his crotch. She couldn't understand why she would want to stare at him there, but her fascination was undeniable. In his tight jeans, his crotch seemed to bulge a little more than it ought to. She found herself wondering if he had a hard-on, or if his penis was a little bigger than average. As she wondered what his naked young cock looked like, she felt hot saliva pooling in her mouth. Vivid images came to her, images of all those naked little boys in the dorm as they took their showers and got ready for bed. There was simply something about small, immature cocks which turned her on. It embarrassed her terribly to admit it to herself, but she couldn't deny it. As she stared at the hard little lump of Tim's crotch, she felt her pussy growing hot with longing. Her self-control seemed to melt away, and a wicked plan came to her mind. It was a terrible thing to do, and yet she just had to see that cute little penis of his. She knew how to do it without revealing her true motive.
"I'm afraid I can't let you off so easily, Tim," she said. "If I don't send you to the headmaster, then I must punish you myself. Take down your pants."
"Aw, Miss Todd, please," said Tim. "I won't ever do it again, I promise. Let me go, just this one time."
"No, Tim," she said sternly. "Don't try to talk your way out of it. You did a terrible thing, and you must be punished for it. Take down your pants and lean over the desk."
Grimly Tim obeyed. He walked to Jane's desk and pulled his jeans and shorts down to his ankles, and then he waited, bending over the desk. It was clear that he knew this routine well. Jane stood there and stared at his adorable little white ass, small and firm, so tempting to touch. Her cunt dribbled its eager juices, and she shivered with longing. She wanted to touch him very badly. It would be insane to do such a thing here in the classroom, however. Someone might walk in on them at any moment. Reluctantly she gave up the idea. She would just get on with the punishment, and if she was lucky, she might get a glimpse of his cock when he dressed.
Every teacheT at Hillcrest was provided with a freshly cut willow switch. George Bell, who believed in rigid, military discipline, cut the switches himself every morning. Jane agreed thoroughly with this practice. It kept the pupils in line with a minimum of effort. As she picked up the switch and got ready to apply it to Tim's bottom, however, she hesitated. She couldn't understand it, but she didn't want to hit the boy. She had spanked and switched hundreds of pupils during her long career as a schoolteacher, but this was the first time she'd felt any sympathy for the culprit.
It was ridiculous. She reminded herself of the lewd, insulting picture Tim had drawn of her. He had to be punished. She couldn't let him get away with a thing like that. Jane raised the switch and brought it down smartly on the boy's taut slim buttocks.
Tim twitched but made no sound. Naturally he didn't want to act like a baby. His courage increased Jane's odd feeling of sympathy, and again she hesitated to apply the stick. She reminded herself of the picture, that nasty, insulting picture emphasizing her breasts, and the filthy remark Tim had written. Fury seized her, and she applied the switch as hard as she could.
Tim flinched and whimpered. A bright red welt appeared on his small ass. It was no use. She couldn't go on hurting him. No matter what he'd done to her, she simply couldn't bring herself to hurt the boy. She stepped close to him and laid her hand gently on the throbbing welt, relieved that she hadn't drawn blood. Under her palm the boy's skin was wonderfully warm and silky, as smooth as a baby. She didn't want to take her hand away.
"I think that will be sufficient for now," she said stiffly. "It hurt, didn't it?"
"Yes, ma'am," said Tim meekly. "I'll have to admit that.
But the other teachers, they usually give us twenty hits. I guess you're entitled to do that, considering what I did."
Jane said nothing for a moment. Her hand, as if drawn by some mysterious force outside her, was slipping slowly into the crease of the boy's tight buttocks. She couldn't stop it. Her pussy was creaming furiously, and she was shivering with excitement. Her hand slipped farther between his slim legs, and she felt the hot smooth skin of his testicles. Hardly knowing what she was doing, she opened her hand and seized one of the warm little eggs. It was smooth, delicious to touch. She began to pet it softly.
Tim shivered a little. "Gee, Miss Todd," he said, "that sure feels nice."
Jane blushed furiously, but she couldn't bring herself to let go of his hot little sac. "I, uh, wanted to make sure I hadn't hurt you there," she said lamely. "I'm, uh, just checking to see that I didn't hit you there by mistake."
Tim chuckled. "That'd be a disaster, all right."
He held quite still, even parting his legs a little to aid her inspection. Apparently he accepted her story. Jane eagerly took advantage of his submission. She slipped both his limp little testicles into her hand and began to massage them, enjoying the hot weight on her palm.
The truth was, Tim had no idea why his teacher's inspection was taking such a long time, but he didn't care how long it took, because it felt so damned good. Nobody had ever touched him there before, and he was surprised to discover how pleasant it felt to have his balls played with. Miss Todd's hands were gentle but insistent, and she somehow made delicious sensations buzz through his little balls and cock. He didn't even feel the pain from the switching any longer. He sighed and closed his eyes, hoping she'd go on touching him awhile.
Tim knew almost nothing about sex. He had had sex education classes at Hillcrest, so he knew a few words and the basic mechanics, but none of this meant much to him without practical experience. He understood that his cock could be put into a girl's vagina, to make her have a baby, but he had no idea that the experience was any fun. The way it was explained in school, it sounded like a chore, or, at the very least, a rather silly thing to do. He had no idea that his genitals could give him pleasure until this moment, when Miss Todd began caressing his balls.
To his astonishment, he found himself becoming sharply excited, and he felt his half-grown cock stiffening, just as it did when he had to pee badly. Only he didn't have to pee. He didn't understand just what was happening to him, but he sure as hell was enjoying it. His small cock was getting hard as a rock.
Jane wasn't quite sure what she was doing, either. She only knew she couldn't bear to stop. "Uh, let me look at you from the other side, Tim," she said, gently turning him around.
The boy obeyed. He stood facing her, looking at her rather curiously, but Jane didn't notice the expression on his face. Her eyes were glued to his erect young penis.
Oh, my God, she thought, I've given him an erection. She was thoroughly ashamed of herself, but somehow that didn't stop her from reaching out and touching that adorable stiff little dick.
Tim's half-grown penis was just a little larger than her middle finger. He wasn't circumcised, and the tip of his pale little prick ended in a cute wrinkled point. Jane couldn't resist taking hold of it and gently tweaking the foreskin down till she'd uncovered the pretty, cherry-red glans. It was so different from George Bell's enormous, brutish prick. Tim had practically no pubic hair, only a delicate gold fuzz, and the veins didn't stand out rigidly on his slim shaft. They made only a light tracery of blue. Bell's swollen glans had been an ugly purple, and Jane much preferred the virgin red of Tim's little cockhead. She had hated sucking Bell's huge cock. The idea of sucking Tim's little prick was delicious to her. Everything about the boy seemed to be pure, innocent, and inviting.
Helplessly she slumped to her knees. "I should get a closer look at it," she said hoarsely. With his adorable little penis only inches from her face, she almost fainted with excitement. It would be so easy to flick out her tongue and get a taste, but how would she explain that to Tim?
Tim was way ahead of her. He wanted her to play with his cock. He sensed that it would feel terrific. "Golly, Miss Todd," he said, "maybe you did accidentally hit me there. It hurts a little, and it'd feel better, I think, if you rubbed it a little."
Jane leaped at the chance. "Why, of course, Tim," she said. She didn't stop to think that his story seemed rather peculiar. This was the very opportunity she'd been waiting for. With trembling hands she reached out and began to rub his stiff little cock. She couldn't see the slightest sign of a bruise, but she quickly forgot that she was looking for one. Tim's immature prick was silky soft, warm to her touch, and much more inviting than George Bell's gross weapon. Jane grew hot all over as she ran her fingers up and down the fat little shaft. Since she had an excuse, she didn't hesitate to touch the cherry-red glans, running her finger swiftly around the sensitive flesh. Tim could barely contain his sighs of pleasure.
Only now was he beginning to realize just how attractive Miss Todd was. He and the other boys knew they were going to get a lady teacher this term, and they'd automatically assumed she would be ugly. Weren't all lady teachers ugly? When Miss Todd walked in, everybody was too busy making mischief to study her very closely. There was one thing they couldn't miss, of course-her enormous tits. Tim had never seen such a huge pair of knockers before. They whispered a lot about that. No one had noticed that her face was rather pretty, and that the rest of her body was very attractive, too. Now as Tim stood facing her, watching her stroke his cock, it dawned on him that Miss Todd was really nice-looking. It would be better if her hair wasn't pulled back in that severe, tight bun, and if she wore prettier clothes instead of her dark, plain suit, but still she had one helluva figure.
Tim had an especially good view of her large breasts. The way she was kneeling and bending before him, he could hardly see the rest of her, her tits were so huge. He would have given anything to get her bra off and see how those big jugs looked naked. He knew he didn't have a chance in the world of doing it, though. Miss Todd was one tough cookie. She obviously didn't tolerate any nonsense from her students. No doubt she would quickly finish examining his peter, and then he would be dismissed. Tim's heart sank. He wanted so much for her to go on doing it. It was making him strangely excited. He felt almost ready to shoot his stuff, the way he sometimes did at night when he had certain dreams.
As Tim struggled not to show how much fun he was having, Jane forced herself not to appear too eager as she examined his half-grown penis. It seemed so beautiful to her that she wanted to go on touching it forever. Saliva kept pooling in her mouth, and it wasn't because she'd skipped breakfast. She felt the inexplicable, wicked urge to lick and taste that cute little prick. It would be easy. Thanks to George Bell, she knew how it was done. But how would she explain it to Tim? The boy must not know that she was horny for him.
Suddenly she had an idea. "Tim," she said, with a note of concern, "I think I do see a little bruise here. It's not serious enough for the doctor, though. I can make it feel better if I just lick it a little."
Lick it? Tim thought that sounded crazy. However, he'd do anything to keep Miss Todd at her delicious work. "Sure, Miss Todd," he said, "whatever you think is best."
Jane's heart pounded. The boy was so trusting, he'd accepted her lie without question. Now she was free to taste that adorable little cock of his. She could hardly believe her good fortune. Trembling, she bent closer to him, flicked out her hot, wet tongue, and ran the tip stiffly up his silky little shaft. Tim gave a long, low sigh and shivered with pleasure. Jane felt a little ashamed of herself. She knew she was making him hot, and, my God, he was only fourteen. She just couldn't help herself, though. Just a little taste, that's all she wanted.
Jane ran her tongue swiftly up and down the ramrod-stiff length of Tim's young cock, swishing it around and around, bathing his whole shaft in her glistening saliva. She built up her courage and gradually moved her stiff tongue tip towards the pretty cherry-colored tip of his prick, the part she wanted most to taste. At last she was there. Gently she circled the rosy-fleshed tip with her wet tongue. Again Tim sighed and shivered, showing how sensitive he was in this particular place. Jane hesitated a moment. It was really very wicked of her to be doing this. She ought to stop before she got the boy too aroused.
Just then, from the tiny dark hole at the tip of his cock, a pearly little drop of cream appeared. Jane simply couldn't stop herself. With a will of its own, her tongue darted out and lapped up the droplet of cream. She rolled it around on her tongue and found, to her delight, that it had a very delicate taste, unlike the strong salty fluid she had eaten from Bell's big cock. She wanted more. She burrowed the tip of her tongue into Tim's tiny hole, lapping up the pearly white droplets as fast as they were produced.
Tim trembled all oveT with the keenest pleasure he'd ever known in his young life. Nothing, he felt, could possibly be as good as this. He'd known, vaguely, that his cock could give him pleasurable sensations, and sometimes he would rub himself there, but Miss Todd knew how to do it much better than he did. Her touch was simultaneously more gentle and more exciting. When her wet hot tongue tip bored into his little hole, he almost whinnied with joy. Man, oh, man, how he wanted to shoot his load. Of course if he did it right in her face, he'd be in big trouble. Tim struggled to control himself, but it wasn't easy, not with Miss Todd sucking up his juices and reaming his sensitive glans hole with that eager tongue of hers.
I must stop, Jane thought, I must stop before I do something I'll really regret. The boy was creaming furiously, and she couldn't deny that she'd gotten him violently horny. She didn't want him going all over the school telling his buddies that the new teacher had made him cum.
Most reluctantly, she drew her head away from his cute little rod. "There, Tim," she said, "does that feel better?"
Tim thought fast. He couldn't bear to have her stop now. "Well, it's a little better, Miss Todd," he said, "but it sure would be nice if you'd do it just a little more. I mean, uh, then it wouldn't hurt at all."
Jane was torn. She wanted very much to do as Tim asked. It was the perfect excuse to go on tasting and playing with his marvelously stiff little prick. On the other hand, she wondered just how innocent the boy was. Perhaps even a fourteen year old might know enough about sex to realize when a woman was aroused. She'd never live it down if Tim later bragged to his friends that Miss Todd had the hots for him.
Tim saw her hesitation. Quickly he said, "Please, Miss Todd, just a little more. I mean, it would be kinda embarrassing if I had to go to the doctor with a bruise like that. He'd sure wonder where I got it. So if you could take care of it ... "
Jane didn't need any further urging. Tim was right. The school doctor would be very curious indeed to know how a boy managed to get a bruise on his cock in the presence of a teacher.
"Very well, Tim," she said, "if you think it will make you feel better."
"Oh, yeah," Tim said eagerly. "I know it'll make me feel a lot better, Miss Todd." Only Miss Todd had no idea how good it had made him feel already.
Jane leaned forward again and stuck out her tongue, lapping up the droplets of cream which had collected. Tim shivered happily. She went on licking him, but somehow it didn't satisfy her any more. She wanted to take that sweet little rod into her mouth. At the very thought of doing it, her cunt boiled out its juices, and she felt the crotch of her panties go wet and dripping. She had to suck him, she just had to.....
"Listen, Tim," she said huskily, "I'll try something else. I think this will do the job."
"Okay, Miss Todd," said Tim. "I guess you know best."
In fact he was very disappointed. She was probably going to get a band-aid or put medicine on his cock or some damned thing. It looked like the fun was over. Just when he needed more of it, too. His cock was swollen so tight, it almost ached, and his balls had plumped up almost to bursting.
Jane took a deep breath, fastened her lips around the slick little head of his cock, and slowly sucked the stiff pale shaft into the juicy nest of her mouth. It was delicious. Taking his little cock in her mouth was like sucking candy. She could taste him much better this way. With a hungry moan, she drew in her cheeks sharply, swished her tongue all around his cute little poker, and began to suck his immature cock as if she were starved for it.
"Oh, WOW," moaned Tim.
Blinding pleasure ripped through his body. It had felt wonderful when Miss Todd licked his peter, but it had been nothing compared to this. His whole cock was wrapped deliciously in juicy tightness, bathed in the hot flood of her saliva. Her sucking, strong and swift, was wildly exciting to him, better than any of those crazy dreams he had at night. The pleasure was so stunning that he felt dizzy, and he had to slump forward and clutch Miss Todd's shoulders to keep from losing his balance. He couldn't help himself. He began to pant and sigh.
"Oh, golly, yeah, Miss Todd," he said, "that really feels great. Don't stop! Oh, please, don't stop!"
There was no way she could stop now. She never wanted to let that delicious little prick out of her mouth. She sucked it faster and faster, and she trembled with horniness as she felt his hot swollen little balls slapping against her chin. There was no way Tim's short cock could go down her throat, and this made her feel safe and in control. The boy's sharp excitement, his panting and whining, increased her own hot arousal. Never, never had she felt such urgent sexual need. In fact throughout her forty-five years she'd almost never felt horny at all. She'd managed to suppress it entirely, except for an occasionaly erotic dream. Coming to Hillcrest Academy had changed all that, however. From the moment she saw those boys, those darling little naked boys with their cute floppy cocks, she had become a different woman. Deep, vast sources of need had been unleashed, and she couldn't resist any chance to assuage them. She didn't understand what had caused this amazing and disturbing change. She only knew that she had to go on sucking Tim's cock, no matter what the consequences. She was driven by forces beyond reason, by an age-old instinct which even her stern conscience couldn't control.
Tim was beginning to yelp his pleasure shrilly. Jane was glad that the old stone school building had thick walls. She couldn't remember if she'd locked the door. She didn't care. She had to go on sucking him till she got a mouthful of his delicious boy-cum. The thought of doing such a thing to a grown man, like George Bell, was disgusting to her, but with Tim it was entirely different. He was young, pure, innocent. She desperately wanted to taste his jism.
Tim felt a little confused. He didn't think Miss Todd was dumb, but how else could he explain why she was literally working her head off to cure a wound which didn't exist? There was no way that willow switch could have come anywhere near his cock. He knew he had no bruise there. Maybe she was just feeling guilty for hitting him so hard, and maybe her guilt was so great that she just took his word for it, imagined that she saw a bruise where none existed. Even so, however, why was she using this strange method of treating him? His mother used to kiss his bruises to "make them well," but never like this. Tim had never heard of such a thing. Not that he cared a lot. He would figure it out later. It was weird, all right, but it was also the greatest fun he'd ever had in his life. His cock felt ready to burst in the steamy nest of her mouth, and her swift, strong, noisy sucking was driving him to the very point of shooting his load. He didn't think she'd like that very much. He hated to stop the fun, but he'd better warn her. He didn't want her to be mad at him again.
"Oh, hey, wow," he said, panting, struggling for coherent speech. "Miss Todd, you better stop. I mean, I'm gonna shoot! I can't help it, I just gotta!"
For a brief moment he felt cool air touch his cock as Miss Todd let it slip from her mouth. "It's all right, Tim," she said huskily. "You just go ahead and cum if you have to. I don't mind." There was a very strange look on her handsome face. She was flushed, feverish-looking, not at all like the grim, stern spinster of half an hour ago. She bent her head again and sucked his cock back into her fiery-hot wet mouth, sucking it faster and harder than ever.
There was nothing Tim could do. He couldn't bear to push her away, and so he just decided to take her word for it. She said he could shoot, so, by God, that's what he'd do. He sure didn't feel like waiting any longer. Clutching her shoulders to keep from falling over, closing his eyes to concentrate on the delicious sensations of her sucking, he let himself go. He felt a sharp tightening in his balls, and then a sweet fiery sensation as his cum rippled up the stiff shaft of his cock and squirted out into his teacher's hungry mouth.
"Aw, AAAWWW," he wailed. "AW, SHIT, YEAH!"
"UMMMM," gurgled Jane.
Tim was flooding her mouth with his delicious boy-cum, and she was eating it as fast as she could, not wanting to lose a drop of it. She almost cried with disappointment as his little cock gave one last feeble jerk and then went limp and exhausted. It hadn't been nearly enough. She let his flaccid little tool slip from her lips. Only then did her reason return. My God, she thought, what have I done?
The question was easily answered. She had sucked off a fourteen-year-old boy, one of her own students, and she had done it right in the classroom. It was outrageous, unbelievable, and yet the evidence was right before her eyes. Tim slumped back against the desk, his pants down to his ankles, a blissful smile of satisfaction on his handsome young face.
"Boy, oh, boy, Miss Todd," he said, "you sure fixed it up. I feel a lot better now."
Jane blushed deeply. "Well, I'm glad, Tim," she said nervously, "but you'd better hurry and get to your next class. I wouldn't want you to be late. And please, Tim, I'd rather you didn't mention this to anyone. I mean, they might not understand."
"Oh, sure, Miss Todd," said Tim.
He hadn't even heard her. He automatically agreed, without understanding what she had said. His mind was still on the incredible pleasure he'd just experienced. He felt Miss Todd pulling up his pants, fumbling with his zipper, handing him his books, and then she was steering him toward the door.
"Run along now, Tim," she said. "Don't be late for your class."
"Okay, Miss Todd," he said dizzily. "See ya tomorrow."
Jane closed the door behind him, staggered to her chair, and sat down. She was too stunned even to cry. How could she have done such a thing? She wouldn't have dreamed it was possible. She wouldn't have dreamed that she possessed such depths of lewdness and wickedness. She prayed that the boy would keep his promise and not tell anyone what she had done to him. She'd lose her job. She'd never live it down.
At last she had collected herself sufficiently to gather her books and papers and go to her next class. As she stepped into the hall, she almost ran into Melvin Davis, the shy, gangling, bespectacled teacher of science. He bounced out of her way and blushed deep red.
"Oh, ah, good morning, Miss Todd," he said. "How are you? Fine, I hope. Hope you like it here. Must be running. See you at dinner, I mean, lunch. I mean, uh, well, so long."
He sprinted away down the hall. Jane had to giggle. She had never met such a shy man in her life. She wondered if he would ever get up the nerve to have a real conversation with her. Perhaps she'd never find out. If Tim ratted on her, she wouldn't be at Hillcrest Academy very long.
CHAPTER FOUR
Somehow Jane managed to get through her first day at Hillcrest. She taught her classes, ate lunch, graded papers, went to dinner, and got the younger boys tucked away for the night, but all the while she was hardly conscious of what she was doing. She could only think of Tim and the incredible evil thing she'd done with him. Not only was she ashamed of herself, she was terrified that the boy would talk. Even the most innocent remark from him might cost her her job. She looked around for Tim all day, hoping to have another talk with him and convince him how important it was to remain silent, but she didn't see him till bedtime. She couldn't talk to him then, not with all the other boys around. After saying good night to her young charges, she went to her room and wearily got ready for bed. She doubted she would be able to sleep. Remembering George Bell's threat to return, however, she locked the doors. That was one indignity she wouldn't have to put up with.
Jane would have been a lot more upset than she already was, if she'd known how Tim spent his day. After leaving Miss Todd's class, the blond boy went around in a daze for the rest of the afternoon. He couldn't concentrate in any of his classes, and so he managed to accumulate two hours of detention time from angry teachers. That didn't bother him, even though it made him miss dinner. He sat in the headmaster's office and served his time, happily recalling the extraordinary scene with Miss Todd. Somehow, some way, he must get her to suck his cock again. He tried to think of a foolproof plan for getting her to do it, but he couldn't devise one. He decided to consult his friend Rob.
Rob was fifteen, only a year older than Tim, but he had been around. Rob's parents were rich socialities and jet setters who had dragged Rob all over the world before putting him in Hillcrest Academy. They thought he was getting too old to include in their adventures, that an adolescent boy shouldn't be exposed to such pastimes as drinking, drugs, and mate swapping. Little did they know that Rob had already observed and understood all these things. He was a gold mine of information for his less experienced friends at Hillcrest. If you wanted to know anything about sex, anything they didn't teach in school, Rob was the guy to ask.
That evening Tim went to Rob's dorm and asked to speak to him alone. The two boys strolled out onto the grounds.
"So what's up, buddy?" said Rob, a handsome, dark-haired boy. "What did you want to ask me about?"
Tim laughed and blushed. "Well, I don't know how to start. I mean, I can hardly believe it happened. But I gotta have your advice. I gotta make it happen again."
Rob raised his eyebrows. "Now you've really got me interested. Just start at the beginning and tell me what happened. You freshmen been sniffing glue or something?"
"Oh, no," said Tim. "It's a lot better than that. And it only happened to me. This is gonna be hard to believe, but I'll just tell you what happened. I was goofing off in Miss Todd's class, and she made me stay after class and get a switching. Well, when she finished, she felt me all over to see if I was hurt. At least that's what she said she was doing. And then she-" He stopped and laughed, hardly believing his own story. "Well, she sucked my cock till I came."
Rob stopped dead in his tracks and gawked at his younger friend. "You're shitting me," he said.
"Oh, no," Tim replied earnestly, "it really happened. I'll tell you just what she did."
Tim launched into a detailed description of the incident, and Rob listened carefully. He soon decided that Tim wasn't putting him on. The kid was bright enough, but too innocent to make up a story like that. Man, oh, man, it was hard to believe. Rob also had a class with Miss Todd, and he had seldom met such a cold, uptight woman. However, after the things he'd seen while traveling with his parents, he could believe just about anything. When he was little, his parents used to tuck him away for the night, thinking he'd go right to sleep, and then they'd start their parties. Rob would sneak out of bed and observe the whole thing from behind half-open doors or any other safe vantage point. He'd seen just about all there was to see. He had witnessed a lot of cocksucking, and Tim's description tallied with the real thing. Rob was getting very excited. He'd seen a lot in his fifteen years but none of it had happened to him. His great ambition was to grow up and do all the stuff grownups do. Now it looked as if he wouldn't have to wait that long. All he needed was a good plan.
"Okay, listen," he said when Tim had finished his story. "What did she say when you left? Did she seem upset, or happy, or what?"
Tim frowned. "Shit, I wasn't paying much attention. Let me think. Oh, yeah, she seemed kinda nervous. She asked me not to tell anybody what happened." He snickered. "Looks like I just did."
"Don't worry," said Rob. "I won't tell anybody else. But you're sure about this-she was really uptight about anybody finding out?"
"Yeah," said Tim. "She said other people might not understand."
Rob chuckled. "Oh, I understand all right. Now, here's what we're gonna do...."
Several hours later Tim was lying on his cot listening to the other boys snore. Rob had told him to make sure they were all asleep before making his move. It seemed to take forever, although the luminous hands on his watch told him that it was only ten o'clock. Finally he decided that everyone was asleep. He slipped out of bed as quietly as he could and snuck to the hall door. He opened it carefully and peered up and down the dimly lit hallway. The coast was clear. Tim snuck out of the dorm and began tiptoeing toward the stairs.
"Hey, what's up?"
Tim jumped about three feet into the air. Trembling, he whirled around and saw his friend Donny, also fourteen. Donny, a freckle-faced redhead, was standing there in his pajamas, grinning as he waited to hear what adventure was in progress. Sometimes the boys would sneak out of the dorm and raid the cafeteria or go to a movie. Donny loved to be on these expeditions.
"Holy shit," said Tim, "you just about made me piss myself. You shouldn't sneak up on a guy like that."
"Sorry," said Donny. "I saw you sneaking out of the dorm, and I just wondered what you were up to. If it's any good, I wanta come along."
Tim debated. Rob had sworn him to secrecy, arguing that they ought to reserve this special fun for themselves. On the other hand, he knew there was no getting rid of Donny. Donny always had to be in on everything. Donny wasn't a bad guy, either. He was brave, and he could be trusted. Tim decided to take him in on the secret.
"All right," he said. "I'll tell you about it, but you gotta promise to do exactly as we say, otherwise you'll wreck everything."
"'We'?" said Donny. "Who else is in on this?"
"You'll find out," said Tim. "Follow me."
They went down to the middle boys' dorm and got Rob. Rob wasn't too pleased about Donny being included in the expedition, but he saw that there was nothing to be done about it. Donny was told the basic plan and sworn to secrecy. Then the boys started up the stairs for Miss Todd's room.
"Oh, Jesus," said Donny, snickering, "what a kick. Imagine old Miss Todd suckin' a guy's cock."
"Will you shut up?" said Rob. "You're gonna give the whole thing away if you're not careful. Just keep quiet and let me handle it."
Donny respected Rob's superior knowledge, and kept quiet. The three boys snuck up to Miss Todd's door. While Rob and Donny concealed themselves on either side of the door, Tim knocked lightly.
"Who is it?" called Miss Todd.
"It's me, Tim. I need to see you," he said.
They could hear her approaching the door. "Oh, Tim," she said, "not now, please. I'm very tired. We'll talk in the morning."
Rob had prepared Tim for this possible hitch in their plan. "I have to see you now, Miss Todd," said Tim. "That bruise is hurting me again, and if you don't take care of it, I'll have to go to the doctor."
"Oh, all right," said Jane. She was hardly anxious to see the boy, but she couldn't let him go to the doctor and say that his cock was hurting and Miss Todd's sucking hadn't helped. She unlocked the door, and Tim stepped inside. He pretended to close the door behind him, but in fact he left it ajar just a crack.
"If you'd just suck it a little, Miss Todd," he said meekly, "then I think I could get back to sleep."
Jane studied the boy. He looked so innocent in his pajamas, with his long blond hair tousled. She could see no deceit in his face. Probably the best thing would be to do as he asked and get rid of him as fast as she could. She was too tired and upset right now to devise a way of getting rid of him permanently.
"Very well, Tim," she said. "Come over and sit on the bed, and I'll see what I can do."
Tim followed her eagerly. Miss Todd was wearing a long black nightgown, and the light was shining right through it, clearly outlining her big swaying boobs. If he was lucky, if Rob's plan worked, he would get a chance to touch those gorgeous tits tonight. For the moment, however, it was his job to act innocent. He took off his pajamas and sat down on the edge of the bed.
Jane felt dizzy at the sight of his superb naked young body. His shoulders and hips were still boyishly slender, but he was smooth, muscular, and handsome. His little pale cock lay limp and innocent between his legs. She knelt down and looked closely at it. She couldn't see any bruise, but to make absolutely sure, she picked up the flaccid warm little penis and inspected it closely. On the underside she saw a small patch of mercurochrome. She didn't know that this had been applied by Rob a few minutes earlier.
"I tried to treat it myself," Tim explained, "but it still hurts."
"Oh, Tim, I'm terribly sorry," said Jane. "I didn't realize it was that bad. Do you want me to rub it?"
"It'd be better if you sucked it," said Tim. "That really makes it feel better."
Jane sighed. She had vowed never to do that wicked thing again, but she didn't see any way out of it. Anything to satisfy the boy and get him to leave her alone. She needed time to think this situation out, to plan how to extricate herself for good.
"Oh, all right, Tim," she said, "but just for a moment. You need your sleep more than anything else, and it's way past your bedtime."
She picked up his limp warm little cock and stuffed it into her mouth. She didn't feel the dizzying excitement of this afternoon, only nervousness and a terrible dread that someone might knock at the door and catch her in the act. Thank God she'd set the door to lock. If anyone knocked, she'd still have time to get Tim out the other door, or so she hoped. She began to suck his flaccid meat vigorously, wanting to get the "treatment" over with. It made a loud, lewd sucking sound, and she blushed deeply. How had she gotten into this terrible position in the first place? If Tim thought he could come here every night and get a blow-job, he was in for a disappointment.
"Oh, Miss Todd, that feels great," said Tim loudly.
Jane didn't know it, but those words were the signal for Rob and Donny to sneak into the room. She had her back toward the door, and she didn't see them creep in, hands clapped over their mouths to stifle their giggles. They closed the door behind them without a sound and walked silently toward the bed, till they were standing right behind her.
"Hey, Miss Todd," said Rob, "what are you doing to our buddy's cock?"
Jane screamed, and Tim's cock flew out of her mouth. She whirled around and saw the other two boys standing over her and grinning. She wanted to die on the spot.
"What are you doing here?" she asked. "Why didn't you knock? You had no business walking into my room like that."
"That's not the point, lady," said Rob. "It doesn't matter how we got in here. The point is, we saw you sucking Tim's cock. I don't think the headmaster would be too happy to hear about that, do you?"
"Oh , my God," said Jane. "Please, don't tell anyone."
"I think we can make a deal," said Rob, winking at his buddies. "We don't really want to get you in trouble, Miss Todd, so if you just do a few nice things for us, we'll promise to keep quiet."
"What do you mean?" said Jane. "What do I have to do?"
Rob's grin got wider. "Why, it looks like real fun, what you're doing to our buddy there. You do the same for us, and we'll promise not to tell anybody what we saw."
Jane slumped to the floor, half-faint with horror. She seemed to be getting into worse and worse trouble, and there was nothing she could do to stop it. If she didn't cooperate with these boys, they'd report everything to George Bell, the last person in the world she wanted informed. Bell would use the knowledge to force her into bed with him again, and she couldn't bear the thought of that. Much as she wanted to avoid it, it would be better to do as the boys asked.
"Oh, all right," she said, weeping, "but just this one time. You have to promise to leave me alone after this, and never to tell anyone what we did."
"Sure, sure, Miss Todd," said Rob. "It's a deal." He winked at the other boys when she wasn't looking. He had no intention of keeping such a promise, but he wasn't going to tell her that. "Get undressed," he said to Donny. "Let's have some fun."
Donny and Rob quickly shucked their pajamas, and Jane was faced with three naked, grinning young boys. She could see that Donny was about the same age as Tim. His pale cock was even smaller than Tim's and was dotted with freckles. Rob was a little older, and his flopping penis was accordingly longer, but by no means as large as George Bell's. In spite of her horror, Jane felt a little twinge of excitement as she looked at the three dangling young pricks. She'd never dreamed she'd get a chance like this. She was perfectly free to play with them, to touch and taste them to her heart's content. She reminded herself what a wicked thought that was, and she blushed deeply.
"All right," she said dismally, "who's first?"
"You just go on with Tim," said Rob, who seemed to be in charge of things. He snickered. "Tim seems to need it most."
Jane noticed that just her brief sucking had given Tim a very stiff erection. The boy certainly learned fast. Blushing, she bent over his lap again and lifted his rigid little white cock to her lips. She sucked it into her mouth. Rob and Donny moved in closer to get a good look at what she was doing.
"Man, you weren't kidding," said Rob. "She really does suck cock."
"I didn't believe you, either," said Donny. "But she's got the whole thing in her mouth."
With a sob, Jane let Tim's penis pop stiffly from her lips, and she stared at him accusingly. "You told. You promised me you wouldn't tell. Oh, my God, Tim, how many people did you tell?"
"Now, take it easy, teacher," said Rob. "Only us three know about it, and we intend to keep it strictly between us. It won't do you any good to chew Tim out, because it's too late now. You better cooperate and do what we want, or you're going to be in big trouble. Now cut the crying and get back to work. Suck Tim's cock and be quick about it. Donny and I want our turns."
Rob's words were harsh, but Jane knew he was right. There was no sense in bawling Tim out or protesting the unfairness of it all. They had the goods on her, and if she didn't want George Bell to find out what she'd done, she'd better cooperate. Choking back her sobs, she sucked Tim's stiff little dick into her mouth again and did her best to make it good for him, sucking his fat little prick hard and fast. The boys snickered when they heard the loud, juicy slurping sound.
"Taste good, teacher?" said Rob.
"Hey, Tim," said Donny, "how does it feel?"
"Fantastic," said Tim, sighing, "really great."
"Teacher acts like she really digs it, too," said Rob. "She's sucking on it like it was candy."
Jane wanted to die on the spot. She'd never felt so humiliated in her life. Suddenly there was a knock at her door, and with enormous relief she let Tim's cock pop from her lips. The boys stood frozen around her, but Jane felt happy. Someone had unknowingly come to her rescue.
"Who is it?" she said.
"George Bell," came a deep voice.
"Oh, shit, we're really in for it," said Rob, panic-stricken. "It's the headmaster. Hell KILL us!"
"Just a moment, please," said Jane. Then in a lower voice she said to the frightened boys, "I'll let you out the other door. You'd better not come back tonight. I have to have a conference with the headmaster, and there's no telling how long hell stay."
"Aw, shit," said Donny, "just when we were having fun."
"Never mind that," said Rob. "Let's get the hell out of here before he catches us!"
Jane hurried to the other door, only to remember that it was locked and the key was in her dresser. She started fumbling through the dresser drawer, but she couldn't find the key. Meanwhile George Bell was getting impatient and was rattling the doorknob.
"Come on, Miss Todd," he said. "Let me in."
"One second," she said frantically. "I'm not dressed."
She turned to the boys. "My God, I can't find the key to the other door. You'll have to hide in the closet till he goes away."
Rob quickly herded the two younger friends into the closet and closed the door. It was made of lattice, and through the cracks they could see Miss Todd hurrying to the hall door. Fortunately it was dark in the closet and no one could see the boys huddling inside.
"Jesus, that was close," said Tim.
"Shut up," whispered Rob. "I don't want a sound out of either of you. If Bell spots us, we're cooked."
The boys sat down on the floor of the closet and watched through the slats as Miss Todd opened the hall door and admitted the headmaster of Hillcrest Academy. He looked sore as hell.
"It's about time," he said angrily. "What's all this shit about not being dressed? You know what I came for. I don't want you with your clothes on."
Jane wished she could drop through the floor and disappear forever. She knew the boys were hearing every word Bell said. If she didn't manage to shut him up, the boys would know that the headmaster had been having his fun with the new teacher, too. She forced herself to laugh gaily.
"You're such a tease, Mr. Bell," she said. With her back to the closet, she put her finger to her lips, urging Bell to be quiet.
"Now what the hell is that for?" said Bell. "We don't have to whisper. These old walls are thick as a fortress. What's the matter with you, anyway? You act like you're high on something."
"Certainly not," said Jane. Oh, God, what was she going to do? In a moment, Bell would be demanding that she go to bed with him, and the bed could be clearly seen from the closet. Then the boys would know everything. She would be in their power forever.
"Well, let's get on with it, then," said Bell, making a lunge for her.
Jane screamed and darted away from him. She had suffered many humiliations that day, but the very worst thing would be for Bell to fuck her while the boys watched. She couldn't let that happen. As she ran around the room, Bell growled and lumbered after her, his beefy face growing red with rage. She loathed the man, couldn't bear to have him touch her. If she could just get past him to the hall door, she decided she would run down to the second floor and seek protection from Melvin Davis, who was in charge of the middle boys' dorm. She thought she saw her chance when Bell tripped over one of her shoes and fell flat on his face. She raced for the door, but reckoned without the man's agility and determination. His arm shot out, and he gripped her ankle cruelly tight, causing her to fall. The next thing she knew, his rough hands were creeping up under her nightgown, pawing her bare thighs and buttocks.
"Get your hands off me, you beast," she said, trying to crawl away from him.
"Oh, come off it," said Bell. "You're wasting time. You know damned well you want it."
"No, I don't," said Jane. "Go away. Leave me alone. I despise you."
Bell gripped her legs cruelly hard. "Oh, so we're back to that again, are we? Well, we'll just see about that. Well see how much you despise me."
Holding her ankles, he began dragging her toward the bed. Her nightgown quickly rode up over her quivering breasts, and Jane felt deeply embarrassed, knowing that her body was being exposed to the boys in the closet. She twisted and fought, but again the headmaster's great strength proved too much for her. He seized her and threw her onto the bed, knocking the breath out of her, and before she could recover, he had ripped her nightgown off.
Bell towered over her, devouring her big lush body with his eyes. His crotch bulged menacingly. He began to undress. "Don't you dare try getting away again," he said, "or I'll slap you silly."
Meanwhile in the closet, the boys were having a whispered conference. They had watched the whole scene between their new teacher and their headmaster, but there was some disagreement as to just what was going on.
"I say he's going to rape her," said Tim, "and we oughta get out and help her. We can't just sit here and let it happen."
"Not so fast," said Rob. "We can't be sure it's rape. A few things Bell said made it sound like they'd done it before. Besides, if we go out there, we can kiss our asses goodbye. Hell paddle the shit out of us. I say we wait a little longer and make sure just what's happening."
Tim shook his head. "I don't agree, Rob. You can tell she doesn't wanta do it. But I suppose we oughta put it to a vote. What do you say, Donny?"
Donny pondered the issue. Finally he said, "Well, for now, I'm with Rob. I think we oughta be real sure before we get in a fight with Bell. Besides," he snickered, "I wouldn't mind seeing some of that action. Man, what a body she's got."
Donny's last observation caused all three boys to put their eyes to the peepholes again. It was very hard not to look at Miss Todd when she was naked. Donny and Tim had never seen a naked woman before, and Rob certainly wasn't tired of the sight. With a deep sigh, Tim relented.
"Okay," he said, "since it's two against one, I'll wait just a little while longer. Oh, wow, she's got big tits."
The three boys gazed longingly at Jane's huge milky-white breasts. Even as she lay on her back, the firm pale globes stood up stiff and pointed, topped by strawberry-colored nipples. Each boy longed to touch and fondle those superb outsized jugs. Each one wanted to touch and pet her tiny triangular patch of mons fur. They stared enviously at George Bell while he undressed and prepared to claim the prize they wanted. It seemed as if grownups always had all the fun.
The headmaster stood with his back to them as he took off his clothes. The boys secretly hoped some blemish, some defect would come to light as they saw their persecutor naked for the first time-but no such luck. Bell had a superb body, big and hard and muscular. As he stepped out of his shorts, they heard Miss Todd gasp. They saw her wide eyes glued to Bell's crotch. He turned slightly to lay his clothes on the dresser, and then they understood why Miss Todd was gawking. The headmaster's pale erect cock seemed gigantic.
Each boy flushed and ground his teeth enviously. To have a cock like that-it would really make the whole school envious. The damned thing must have been more than half a foot long, and it was enormously thick. It sprang stiffly from its nest of wiry thick hairs, pointing straight up at the ceiling, the head dark purple and hugely swollen. Great globs of cream trickled from the dark glans hole. That was a weapon, all right. Rob, Donny, and Tim felt like pygmies, and even in the darkness of the closet, each boy quickly covered his own immature penis with his hands, lest anyone should see how puny it was compared to that huge tool of the headmaster. It would take a lot of growing to get that big, the boys thought wistfully.
Miss Todd thought it was awfully big, too. She cringed at the sight of it, weeping and putting her hands over her eyes. "Please, please," she said, "don't do it. What can I say, how can I convince you that I don't want it? You've got to believe me."
"Oh, I believe you," said Bell, crawling onto the bed beside her. "You're just screwed up enough to think that way. But just because you don't want it now, baby, that doesn't mean I can't change your mind. You just relax. I know what to do."
"N-nooo," said Jane.
She knew what he was going to do. It came as no surprise when he dipped his head between her legs. Damn him, he remembered the effect he'd had on her this morning when he played with her there. She stiffened her body and tried to shut out all sensation. She wouldn't succumb to him this time, she wouldn't give in to the evil urges of her body. She felt Bell pushing her legs wide apart, prying open the thick furry lips of her mons, setting the stiff tip of his tongue on the small quivering bud of her clit. She clenched her teeth. I won't feel anything, she thought, I won't let him get to me.
It was much easier said than done. The tip of his tongue massaged her sensitive little button, and immediately delicious sensations ripped through her pelvis. She felt her cunt respond by tightening up and starting to leak its hot juices. His tongue swished rapidly around the little moist shaft of her clit, and she ground her teeth to keep from moaning her enjoyment. She knew her cunt was creaming heavily, knew that he could see it, and she blushed deeply with chagrin and shame. Damn him, damn him-he knew just what to do to her. In spite of her hatred for the man, she found herself wishing that he'd go on eating her pussy all night. It felt so damned good....
"What's he doing to her?" said Donny. "I can't quite see. Looks like he's licking her or something."
"Yeah," said Rob, "he's licking her pussy. I've seen that before. It gets women real excited."
"Not Miss Todd, I bet," said Tim. "She doesn't seem to get excited about anything."
The boys watched as the headmaster's tongue flicked busily around Miss Todd's tiny red bud. It was hard to tell just how Miss Todd was feeling She lay absolutely still, and she had her eyes closed and her teeth clenched, as if she were trying to pretend that nothing was happening to her. Slowly, however, her voluptuous body began to flush a warm pink, and she started to breathe faster and faster. Her eyelids began to flutter, her eyes rolling aimlessly, and her stern grimace gradually gave way to a dazed smile. Whatever weird thing the headmaster was doing, it was slowly turning her on. The boys could hardly believe their eyes. Grim frosty Miss Todd was melting, actually expressing pleasure.
"Ahhh," she moaned. She blushed deep red as soon as the sound escaped her lips.
George Bell chuckled. "Yes, I knew you'd like that. Now here's something even better."
He slammed his head between her legs. The boys couldn't see his face at all. All they saw was his head bobbing up and down, and the muscles of his jaw and throat working powerfully. They heard a loud, wet sucking and slurping noise.
"What's he doing now, Rob?" said Tim.
"I'm not sure," said Rob. "I think he's got his tongue in her cunt."
Rob's diagnosis was correct. Although the boys couldn't see it, Bell's tongue was thrust deep into Jane's hotly creaming vagina, and Bell was working it stiffly inside her like a miniature cock. The boys were able to see Miss Todd's reaction, however. Her body flushed a deeper pink, her eyes rolled crazily, and her handsome face was distorted in a lewd grin. As the sucking noise got louder, she began to lick her lips. Then, to the boys' amazement, she suddenly sat up, seized Bell by the shoulders, and dragged him on top of her. He looked a little surprised, but when she seized his huge stiff dick and stuck it between her legs, he started to grin like mad.
"Oh, you want it now, do you?" he said.
"Oh, don't torture me," said Miss Todd breathlessly. "Just do it, please, hurry up and do it."
Bell held himself up on his extended arms, allowing the bloated purple head of his rigid cock just to graze the hotly creaming mouth of her cunt. "Do what, my dear?" he asked, grinning. "Come on, I want to hear you say it."
"Oh, God," moaned Jane. "Damn you. Very well-fuck me."
"Louder," said Bell.
"FUCK ME! PLEASE!" she moaned.
"That's better," said Bell.
He let himself down on her, and from the closet the breathless boys watched the headmaster's enormously long pale cock disappear into the mushy little hole between Miss Todd's legs.
CHAPTER FIVE
Jane felt his wonderfully thick cock gliding into her famished cunt, and she couldn't help moaning her joy. She hated the man, she hated herself for succumbing to him, but her need was too great. If she didn't get fucked, and fucked hard, she'd scream with frustration. She knew the boys were watching avidly from the closet, but even that wasn't enough to stop her. The powerful demands of her body, suppressed far too long, were greater than any feelings of shame or modesty she might have. She found herself throwing her long legs around Bell's sweaty back, digging her heels into his flesh, urging him deeper into her. She wanted that gorgeous big prick all the way up her belly.
Bell grinned lewdly at her, his flushed face only inches away from hers. He worked his cock in her, roughly and deeply, giving it to her exactly the way she wanted it. He seemed to glory in her helplessness, and every time her hungry steaming cunt gripped and tugged his cock, his grin got wider and more obscene. "Poor old bitch," he said, panting and snorting over her, "you really needed it, didn't you? Well, your worries are over. Old George will give it to you whenever you want it."
Jane closed her eyes to shut out his knowing leer and wicked glance. Why did he have to rub it in like that? Why couldn't he just fuck her? She wished he would stop his mocking comments. She tightened her cunt around his hammering cock, seeking more friction, hoping her dizzying pleasure would make her deaf to his mocking voice. Bell shivered and yelped as he felt her vagina closing ever tighter around his stiff dick. He responded by digging his rock-hard prick even deeper into her mushy hot depths. 'Take it, baby," he panted, "take more of it! Come on, open up. Take it all!"
Jane helplessly responded, opening her legs as wide as she could. His thick meat butted her womb. In her frenzy she cursed herself for wasting so many years. She could have been fucked like this many times, if it hadn't been for her ridiculous principles. Why in God's name had she denied herself?
"Ahhh," she moaned. "AAHHH! So good. Ahhh, God, yes, YES!"
Bell grinned down at the writhing, moaning woman. Never had he enjoyed a conquest more. Frigid, prim, cold Jane Todd was a changed woman now that she had his stiff meat in her. He began to hump her with blinding speed, wanting to watch her cum. She was completely in his power. As he sawed swiftly in her red-hot hole, she screeched and arched her pussy up to him, and he felt her lovely body start to shiver in the convulsions of orgasm.
"How do you like it, bitch?" he said.
"Ahhh, God, I love it," wailed Jane. "Love it, AAAGGGHHH!"
He watched her cum, delighted with his power over her.
Then he dug his cock deep into her and squirted his sizzling cum into the gaping mouth of her womb. He rested on her, feeling her huge tits quivering under his chest. After a moment she feebly pushed him away.
"Please," she said, "get off me. Go away." She was crying.
Bell shook his head. "You poor screwed-up bitch," he said. "Why can't you just let go and enjoy yourself? Why do you have to cry? You'd think we'd committed a mortal sin.
"We have," she said grimly.
Bell laughed cruelly. "Oh, because we're not married? Well, we can get married if you want. It's all the same to me. I want you around to fuck, and I suppose that's as good a way as any."
Jane shuddered and tried to push him off her body. Married to this sadist? It was unthinkable. "No, no, that's not what I meant," she said. "Sex is sinful, whether you're married or not."
"Oh, for God's sake," said Bell. "You're hopeless."
He crawled off her, his long limp cock dripping her juices. Ashe put on his clothes, he said coolly, "Next time I come around, I don't want any shit from you. When I want to get laid, we'll do it, and that's that. No crying, no running away, and none of this crap about not wanting to do it, you understand? Of course, you still have a choice. If you want, I can fire you, and I can put some very interesting information on your record."
"I hate you," Jane said dully. "Will you please get out of here and leave me alone?"
"Not till you answer my question. Do we have a deal or not?"
"What choice do I have?" she said miserably.
"Good," said Bell. "I'll be around before breakfast. I like to get my nut twice a day. In fact if I have trouble sleeping, I may even be around again tonight. But that shouldn't upset you; I have a feeling you need all you can get."
Jane sobbed loudly as Bell left the room. She was at the mercy of that beast, and she saw no way out of her predicament. Her life had gotten completely out of hand since she came to Hillcrest Academy, and she didn't understand why, didn't know what she could do about it. She had arrived as a teacher, but in one short day she seemed to have become the resident whore.
Suddenly she remembered the boys in the closet. Oh, God, as if she didn't have problems enough. Somehow she would have to get rid of them, and it would be all the harder now that they'd watched her getting fucked by the headmaster. She dried her eyes.
"All right, boys," she said, "it's safe to come out now."
Rob, Tim, and Donny emerged from the closet naked and grinning. Jane blushed horribly. There was no need to ask about their reaction to the scene they'd just witnessed. "Boys," she said desperately, "I'm very tired; and I'd like to sleep now. Could you please come back another time, when I feel more like company?"
Rob laughed harshly. "Aw, come off it, Miss Todd. We saw everything. We saw how much you dug it when ol' Bell screwed you. So now we know another secret. I don't think you're in much of a position to say no to us, do you?"
"Oh, please," said Jane. "Please don't do this to me."
"Sorry, lady," said Donny, "but we want our share, too. If you put out for that pig headmaster, you gotta put out for us."
"Right on," said Tim. "Equal rights for students."
Let's not get into politics," said Rob impatiently. "Come on, teacher, let's get going. We'll start where we left off. You were sucking Tim's cock."
"Hey, wait a minute," said Tim. "I wanta do what Bell was doing. I wanta fuck her."
"Do what you want," said Rob, "but hurry it up. It's getting late, and Donny and I haven't had our turn yet."
Tim grinned happily and approached the bed. Jane blushed and tried to shield her naked breasts and snatch from the boys' leering eyes. Rob didn't like that. He motioned to Donny, and the two boys climbed onto the bed, one on either side of her, while Tim knelt between her legs. She felt hot grubby little hands on her big quivering tits.
"Donny and me will just have a little fun here, while Tim balls you," said Rob. "Right, Donny?"
"Oh, wow, yeah," said Donny, eagerly feeling Jane's huge breast. Both his small hands were not sufficient to cover it. He wonderingly molded and caressed the great jiggling globe of flesh. "Man," he said, "I didn't know tits could be this big."
"Biggest I ever saw," said Rob, "and I've seen plenty." He seized Jane's other breast between his sweaty little hands and then bent down to tongue her nipple to stiffness.
To Jane's astonishment, a sharp sensation of pleasure rippled through her body as Rob's stiff little tongue teased her sensitive nipple. That hadn't happened when Bell touched her there. She was so surprised that she didn't even resist while the two boys played eagerly with her tits. Donny imitated his hero, Rob, and soon both her tender pink nipples were being tongued and sucked. It felt delicious. Half stunned, Jane lay back limply on the bed. She'd never realized that her breasts could be a source of erotic pleasure. She was so absorbed in this new experience that she forgot all about Tim.
The handsome blond fourteen-year-old was kneeling between her legs and wondering where to go from there. He had been taught about the mechanics of sex in class, and he'd been dying to have his first fuck, but now that he was face to face with a real live woman, he didn't know how to proceed. He looked at the mysterious convolutions of scarlet flesh between her legs. What was it all for? Where was her cunt? It had looked so easy when Mr. Bell did it. All he did was shove it into her, but Tim couldn't see any place for his cock to go.
He thought of swallowing his pride and asking Rob for instruction. No, that would be just too humiliating. He had to pretend that he knew what he was doing, otherwise his friends would kid him forever. He tried to recall just what he'd seen Bell doing. He scooted up between her legs, till his stiff little cock nosed into the moist folds of her labia, and then let himself down on her. He didn't interfere with his friends' action, because his head didn't quite come to her tits. There was plenty of room for everybody on Miss Todd's tall body. Tim began to jerk his hips, blindly poking his rigid little rod around in her steamy tissues. He just couldn't seem to find that damned hole.
Jane vaguely felt the boy's fumbling attack. His little cock was deliciously hard, and in spite of her embarrassment, she rather hoped he'd put it in her. She wondered how it would feel compared to Bell's huge tool. She wriggled impatiently, trying to bring her cunt into position. Poor Tim, he obviously was a virgin and didn't have the slightest idea where her vagina was. She thought of helping him out, but her modesty wouldn't permit it. The boys would never let her live it down if she appeared eager.
Tim cursed under his breath. He seemed to have poked his cock everywhere between her legs, and he still couldn't find that damned hole. How in hell had the headmaster gotten in so quickly and easily? It was really humiliating. Tim hid his burning face from the other boys and continued to jerk his hips. Maybe they'd think he was actually doing it.
Donny took the bait. He saw Tim lying between the teacher's legs, his buttocks bouncing. "Hey, man," he said, "how does it feel?"
"Oh, great," said Tim enthusiastically, "really great." He started snorting and panting, just as he'd heard the headmaster doing. He jerked his hips industriously.
Rob watched him enviously. In spite of all his experience, he was still a virgin, and it galled him that Tim should get there ahead of him. "Hey, hurry it up, man," he said impatiently. "Don't take all night."
"I'm trying, I'm trying," said Tim.
Just as he said it, he felt his achingly stiff little penis slide into something very wet and hot and clinging. He moaned loudly with the unexpected pleasure of it. He felt Miss Todd quiver beneath him. Holy shit, he was actually there, in her cunt. He'd found it at last. Joyfully he probed deeper, feeling the delicious warmth and tightness of her velvety vaginal passage all around his eager little prick.
"Ohhh, man, this is really GREAT," he panted.
"You said that before," said Rob. "Will you, for Christ's sake, just shut up and do it? We want our turn."
Tim was only too' glad to obey. He didn't want anything to distract him from his first fuck. His little hips flew with blinding speed, and he whinnied his pleasure as he jabbed his sensitive cockhead into Miss Todd's mushy hot little hole. He whimpered shrilly as he came closer and closer to shooting his load.
Unfortunately things weren't nearly as satisfactory for Jane. Tim's cock was certainly hard, but it just wasn't big enough for her mature vagina. She writhed with frustration. She needed more friction, more thickness, than Tim's slim rod could give her. She used her powerful cunt muscles to tighten herself around him, but still it wasn't enough. It was tantalizing, teasing, no more than a little finger in her juicy vastness. She'd never dreamed she would long for George Bell, but at this moment she'd have given anything to have his mature prick inside her.
"EEEE!" With a shrill squeal, Tim shot his sizzling boy-cum into her hot vagina. His slim body quivered all over with blinding pleasure. When he had caught his breath again, he proudly raised himself off her, watching his limp white prick slip from her wet hole.
"Shit, it's about time," said Rob. "Get out of the way. I'm gonna ball her now."
"Hey, wait just a minute," Donny said angrily. "Who says it's your turn, Rob?"
"Well, it's gotta be somebody's turn," said Rob.
The two boys glared at each other. Meanwhile Jane writhed with frustration. The boys had excited her powerfully, but she saw no chance of satisfaction with those tiny cocks. She stared at Rob and Donny's fierce miniature erections, at the pretty little red heads of their cocks. Yes, they would be nice to suck and play with, but they weren't going to do much good in her cunt. She needed a much larger model.
"Well, we can't both have her at once," Rob was saying.
It gave Jane a wicked idea.
"Wait, boys," she said. "Don't fight. I think I know what to do."
She rolled over on her side and grabbed Donny, who happened to be facing her. She pulled the gawking, blushing boy tight against her lush body, almost smothering him with her big doughy tits. She wrapped one leg around him and dug his slim pelvis against her belly.
"Now, quick, Donny," she said, "put your cock in me. I'll help you." While the startled boys watched her, Jane reached down, found Donny's hard little prick, and screwed it swiftly into her wet hot cunt mouth. Donny yelped with surprise and sudden pleasure.
"Oh, man, I'm in," he said. "It's so hot!"
"Yes, dear," said Jane absently. She could hardly feel a thing. Donny's tiny prick was even smaller than Tim's. "Now, you just hold it there," she said. "Just wait till I tell you to move it."
"Hey, no fair," said Rob. He was almost whining with jealousy. "How come you let him go ahead of me?"
"Please be patient, Rob," said Jane. "I'm going to let you do it, too. There's room for both of you. Lie down behind me."
Rob got the idea, but he wasn't sure he liked it. His very first fuck, and he had to share it with another guy. He'd watched all kinds of weird things at his parents' parties, but never anything like this. Two cocks in one cunt? It just didn't seem possible. Nevertheless, if this was the only way he could get it, he was willing to try.
Rob snuggled up behind Miss Todd, her big warm buttocks nosing into his belly. He seized his achingly stiff little cock and poked it into the steamy flesh between her legs. It wasn't hard to find her cunt, because Donny's prick was already in there. Grunting, panting with mounting excitement, Rob worked his rigid little dick along his buddy's shaft, using it as a guideline. Slowly he felt his cock enveloped in delicious wet heat. Thanks to the presence of Donny's fat little cock, it was a good tight fit.
"Ahhh, shit, YEAH," said Rob. "I'm in now, teacher. What do we do?"
Jane knew he was in. She quivered with pleasure as she felt the fat double stuffing of her famished cunt. At last she had the thickness she craved. Her vagina creamed furiously around the two stiff little cocks that impaled her. "All right, boys," she said breathlessly, "you can move now. Try to move together."
"You got it," said Rob. "Okay, Donny, one, two, three-GO!"
The boys began to move in perfect rhythm. Jane squealed and shook with intense pleasure. This was just what she needed, a thorough stuffing, a swift and brutal fuck. She knew she was behaving like a whore in front of these young boys, but she simply couldn't help herself. She needed it too much. There was also the wicked excitement of taking on two boys at once. With Donny snuggled up in front of her, his hot breath fanning her swollen tits, and with Rob clinging to her in back, his hot stiff little balls banging her ass, she felt as if she'd never been so well fucked before. She moaned and gurgled her enjoyment.
"Pretty good, huh, teacher?" said Rob.
"Ohhh, y-yesss," said Jane. "It's very good, boys. I like it very much."
Meanwhile Tim sat close by on the bed and watched the scene in wonder. He'd had no idea that Miss Todd could get so turned on. She was a completely different person from the stern-faced, cold spinster who'd whipped him. He just hoped she wouldn't be mad at them later. They could have a lot of fun with Miss Todd if she'd just let herself go and not be so uptight all the time.
Jane opened her eyes and saw Tim watching the action rather wistfully. No reason to leave him out, she thought dizzily, plenty of room for everybody. "Tim, darling," she said, "come here."
Tim couldn't figure out what she had in mind. If she wanted him to fuck her, too, she was crazy. There was no way he would be able to wedge his cock into her already stuffed vagina. Nevertheless, he obediently crawled over to her. Jane seized him and twisted him around, so that his tight little ass was only inches from her flushed face. She had no idea what she was doing. She merely followed her blind instincts and did whatever seemed fun. Parting the boy's tight asscheeks, she spotted the little clenched hole of his anus. It was light tan and looked very pure and innocent. She flicked out her tongue and licked him there.
"Ooooo," said Tim. "Hey, that tickles."
Jane pulled him closer and began to worm her stiff tongue tip into the tightly clenched mouth of his boyish anus. She had no idea why she would want to do such a wicked thing. Some unknown impulse was guiding her, overriding the resistance of her conscience. She just had to get her tongue into that cute little hole and taste his nether passage. Tim giggled at first, but as he felt the delicious heat and slickness of her tongue inching into his tight little rectum, he squealed with pleasure. He wondered where his teacher got such a weird idea, sticking her tongue up his asshole. It was a pretty strange thing to do, but it sure felt great.
Jane slithered her long wet tongue farther and farther into his pungent little rectum, till she was lodged as far as she could stretch. She kept it there, reaming and probing him, licking up all his pungent juice. Tim's cries were shrill and ecstatic, loud enough to attract the attention of the other boys.
"Hey, man, what's happening?" said Rob. "What's she doing to you?"
"Aw, shit," panted Tim. "Really great. Got her tongue in my ass."
"What?" said Donny.
Both boys craned their necks for a look. Tim wasn't putting them on. Miss Todd had her long red tongue stuck way up his ass and was eating him like it was candy. Rob and Donny exchanged grins over her writhing body. If she could do it to Tim, she could do it to them. That was something to look forward to. Meanwhile, however, it was a helluva lot of fun fucking her big hot juicy hole. In silent agreement Rob and Donny began to pump their cocks harder and faster. Miss Todd really dug that. She gurgled her pleasure, and her cunt cream boiled around their streaking pricks. She reamed Tim's ass till he squealed with delight. The bed creaked loudly under its weight of humping bodies.
To Tim's amazement, he felt himself getting another fierce erection. He couldn't understand how that could happen just from having a tongue in his ass. It was an undeniable fact, though. His little cock swelled up till it ached, hugging his belly. Miss Todd's thick tongue reamed his asshole hungrily, and he ached to put his cock somewhere.
"Awww, Jesus, Miss Todd," he yelped. "I wanta cum. I just gotta cum."
Jane envisioned that squirting little cock, the white spray jetting from the convulsing little head. It would be a shame to waste all that good-tasting stuff. She quickly jerked her tongue out of his rectum, spun the boy around, and popped his rigid little dick into her mouth.
"Oh, boy," said Tim, "yeah, YEAH! Suck my cock, Miss Todd. Suck it good an' fast!"
Again Rob and Donny paused to take a look at what the teacher was doing to their friend. Her greedy mouth was jammed down on Tim's stiff little rod, sucking it loudly and swiftly, as if she hadn't eaten in days. Tim was going wild. He yelped and squealed, jerking his hips with blinding speed, fucking her mouth as eagerly as the other boys were fucking her cunt.
Jane, too, was in ecstasy. Her cunt was being roughly, wonderfully rammed, and she could taste Tim's delicious cream. A powerful orgasm began to ripple through her body, and she moaned loudly. It seemed to go on and on, a whole series of jolting climaxes which shook her body in powerful convulsions. She struggled to hold Tim's wildly jerking little cock in her mouth, while Rob and Donny clung to her desperately, trying not to be thrown off her jerking body. She felt a hot sizzle of cum in her cunt, then another, and finally Tim shrieked and began feeding her his delicious steamy jism. She was getting it at both ends and loving every second of it. The boys shrieked, yelped and panted as they clung to her and shot their hot loads.
At last the boys rolled off her, panting and grinning triumphantly at each other. Jane lay on her back, her legs still spread wide, rivers of boy-cum leaking from her pleasantly-bruised cunt. She licked the last of Tim's cum off her lips and swallowed it with a blissful smile.
"Oh, wow," said Rob, sighing deeply. That seemed to express the sentiments of the whole group.
Jane thought, Well, now what do I do? It would be rather silly to start expressing any regrets, after the way she'd just behaved. She couldn't fool the boys any longer. Young and innocent as they were, they still couldn't help noticing how much she'd enjoyed herself. Of course she couldn't go on like this. She'd have to leave Hillcrest before she got into real trouble. For now, however, there seemed little point in sharing her worries with the boys. She would keep her troubled conscience to herself. Why spoil their first sexual experience?
Jane reached out and drew the boys closer to her, so that all their limp little cocks were within easy reach. Lazily she began to play with the doughy little organs, petting and squeezing them. Boycocks were so pretty, so much fun to touch. She regretted having to give up all this fun. Tomorrow she would pack and leave, but tonight she would allow herself one last round of pleasure.
"Come closer, boys," she said. "Lie close together, so I can touch all of you."
The boys exchanged glances. They wondered what their teacher had in mind. Whatever it was, it was bound to be fun. Away from the classroom, Miss Todd was a completely different person. Too bad she couldn't be so warm and friendly in class. The boys did as she said, lying side by side, their hips touching. Jane rose and bent over them. It was perfect. She could reach all three cocks now, with no effort. She bent down, stuck out her tongue, and trailed it over one little cock after another, back and forth.
The boys exchanged grins. It was really great to have a teacher like Miss Todd.
At that very moment, Melvin Davis tossed in his bed on the second floor, unable to sleep. The shy teacher of science, the tall and awkward instructor who couldn't face his classes without blushing, had a cockstand that wouldn't quit. He cursed in the darkness. It was all the fault of the Board of Directors. If only they hadn't insisted on hiring a woman. For many years Melvin Davis had been able to keep his desires in check. A shy man, he didn't have much choice, because there was no way he'd ever get the nerve to approach a girl, let alone manage to get her into bed. When it got really bad, he jerked off or took a cold shower. He'd tried those things tonight, but they hadn't worked. He kept thinking about Miss Todd, her lovely swaying hips, and those beautiful big breasts of hers. He just had to try. His need was so great, he just had to get up his nerve and at least talk to her. If he could manage a date with her, get her to like him, then maybe, some day, they might become lovers.
Melvin Davis leaped out of bed. By God, he'd do it. He'd go talk to Miss Todd right now.
CHAPTER SIX
Melvin Davis put on his dressing gown and slippers and started up the stairs. Before he'd gotten halfway up, he'd lost his nerve. More surprising, he'd also lost his erection. In the darkness, with that fierce hard-on, he'd been bold enough to think that he might just walk up to Miss Todd and ask her for a date. The closer he got to her room, however, the more he realized how he'd been kidding himself. There was no way he could walk up to that imposing, cool woman and even pronounce his name without stammering, let alone ask her out. I'm a mouse, he thought miserably, I'm a goddamned mouse.
He sat down on the stairs and tried to gather his courage. He wondered why he'd always been so shy. As far back as he could remember, he'd avoided other people, terrified of them. The psychiatrists he'd read were always saying that childhood determines a person's character, especially the way your parents treat you. Could it have had anything to do with his parents? Davis thought back, trying to recapture his earliest memories.
He was rewarded with a vivid image of his stern father ordering him back to bed one night when he'd gotten up to go to the John. The young Melvin was only five or six at the time, and he'd scooted back to his room as fast as he could go, because he was afraid of his tall father. Why? Yes, he remembered, father would beat him with his belt if Melvin didn't do exactly as he said. But this time it was so unfair. When a guy has to piss, he has to piss, and that's that. Young Melvin squirmed in his bed, wondering how he could satisfy both his bladder and his father. At last he had no choice. He just had to sneak out to the John.
The little boy tiptoed down the hall, praying his father wouldn't hear him. It was very late at night, and with any luck his parents would be asleep by now. Young Melvin started to sneak past their bedroom door. He halted suddenly. There were some very strange noises coming from inside, noises he'd never heard before. There was a harsh growling and panting, almost wild like a wild animal, except that he vaguely recognized his father's voice. From his mother he heard a shrill whining, as if she were in pain. My God, it hit him all at once: his father had wanted him to stay in his room, so he wouldn't hear Father hurting Mother.
Terrified as he was of his old man, Melvin loved his mother very much and didn't hesitate to go to her rescue, especially when her shrill cries got louder and louder. Trembling, the little boy opened the door of his parents' room and looked inside. The bedside lamp was on, and he could see everything that was happening. It certainly wasn't what he'd expected. His parents were lying on the bed, completely naked, and his father didn't seem to be hitting or strangling his mother as the cries had suggested. No, his father wasn't touching her at all, as far as Melvin could see.
Mother was lying on her back with her legs held far apart, and her pretty little round breasts were jiggling like jello. Between her legs Melvin saw a funny dark patch of fuzz. He wondered what it was for. His attention quickly switched to his father, however. Father was kneeling between Mother's legs, moving his butt swiftly up and down, and right at the bottom of his belly Melvin could see a dark patch of hair, just like Mother had, except that from Father's fur patch there extended the biggest peter in the whole world. Melvin's eyes widened in wonder and admiration. He'd never dreamed a peter could be that big, although, of course, everything about his father was giant-sized. Father's great long white penis was very stiff, too. Finally Melvin realized just what was happening. Father was poking his big stiff peter in and out of a hole between Mother's legs.
Melvin stood in the doorway trembling and gawking, wondering just what to do. Mother wasn't resisting or trying to get away, and yet she was making those strange noises which sounded so much like pain. Her cries were high and shrill, and sometimes she screamed. Father sounded very savage, the way he grunted and growled and roared. Both his parents had funny looks on their faces, all twisted up so you couldn't tell whether it was a frown or a grin. Melvin simply couldn't decide what was happening or whether he ought to interfere. Then he heard his father's rough voice.
"Take it, bitch! Take all this meat! I'm gonna stuff it right up to your belly. I'm gonna fuck you crazy, bitch!"
That did it. Melvin decided definitely that Father was hurting Mother, and that he must make him stop. He started toward the bed, wondering how best to tackle the much larger, older man. Perhaps if he just jumped on his back and started hitting him, it would give Mother a chance to get away. Melvin was just about to leap onto the bed, when he heard his mother cry out again.
"Oh, George, darling, yes, YES! I love it, George! Do it to me, darling, harder, harder! Yes, YES!"
Young Melvin stopped still. It just didn't make sense. It looked as if they were having a fight, sounded as if Father were hurting Mother, and yet there was no mistaking her words. She wanted him to do it. Melvin simply couldn't figure it out. He stood there, stunned and puzzled, watching his parents writhe together on the big bed. Suddenly his mother screamed, louder and shriller than ever, and her legs flew straight up in the air. Her body convulsed, and she dug her fingers into Father's sweaty shoulders.
Father yelped as if he'd been scalded, and his hips moved faster and harder than ever. This went on for a few seconds, and then he collapsed on top of Mother, sighing and gasping. Mother put her legs down and put her arms around Father, hugging him very affectionately. It was all very confusing.
"Jesus Christ," said Father, "what a cum. I almost blew my head off."
"I'm glad it was good, darling," said Mother. She sighed and turned her head a little, and that was when she saw Melvin standing beside the bed, his eyes wide and wondering. "Oh, my God, George," she said. "The child."
"Huh?" Father blinked and looked around. When he saw Melvin, his face flushed dark red. "You little bastard," he snarled. "What the hell do you think you're doing in here, spying on us?" He leaped off Mother, and his peter was limp and floppy now. "Wait'll I get my hands on you," he said menacingly.
Melvin finally collected his wits and took off like a shot. Somehow, though, he was never too fast for Father. He heard the older man's thundering feet behind him, and then he was being grabbed by the collar of his pajamas. "This'll teach you to stay in bed when I tell you to," said Father.
Father dragged him into his room and spanked him with a belt. It was just like other spankings, only harder and more painful. There was one other important difference, too. This time Melvin had to pee so badly that he just couldn't hold it in. As Father administered the final blows, Melvin helplessly pissed all over the floor.
"Oh, for Christ's sake," Father said disgustedly. "Clean that mess up and get to bed. And never come in our room again, you understand?"
Melvin understood very well. In fact he understood more than his father had said. He understood that he wasn't welcome in his parents' life, and gradually he came to feel that way about all grownups. Somehow he was just in the way, and people were always growling at him and telling him to get lost. He avoided them. He stayed quiet, kept out of the way, so they wouldn't yell at him. It got so that Melvin Davis didn't know how else to behave except to blush and run away from his fellow creatures.
In high school he suddenly started growing. He seemed to be several inches taller every day, till he was over six feet, and this made it much harder to stay out of people's way. He was asked to join the basketball team, but he was too bashful and awkward to be much good at it. The girls always giggled and made cruel remarks when they saw him. They called him "The Stork" and "Scarecrow." He never risked further ridicule by asking any of them for a date.
Looking back many years later, he decided that he might have been fairly content in spite of everything, if it hadn't been for Elsie Snead.
Up to the time he met Elsie, when he was a senior in high school, Melvin had resigned himself to being left out of everything and to having no friends. He was caught up in his science studies and happy to sit home every night reading about bacteria and bird migration and ancient strata of rocks. He probably would have been happy to go through life that way, if only he hadn't found out about girls. Elsie Snead had come along and enlightened him, and that had spoiled everything.
Elsie Snead was a new girl in town. She was the pushy type, trying to break into every club and every social circle. The other kids didn't like her much because she was so loud and aggressive. Furthermore, Elsie was grossly fat. At seventeen she had two chins, enormous breasts and belly, and you could hardly tell where her knees and elbows were. No boy was going to date her. She managed to worm her way into most of the clubs at school, but she was never seen at any of the dances unless she was standing behind a table serving punch. Naturally it riled Elsie, because she wanted so desperately to be popular. Finally it was almost time for the Senior Prom, and you could tell that poor fat Elsie was dying a thousand deaths because nobody had asked her to the most important dance of all. She flirted like mad with the more popular boys, but they only laughed at her.
One day Melvin was working late in the biology lab. He often stayed after school to work on extra credit experiments, and the biology teacher, Mr. Smythe, trusted him enough to leave him alone and let him lock up when he was finished. Melvin was bending over a half dissected frog when a girlish voice came from behind him.
"Oh, yecch, how can you stand to do that, Melvin?"
Melvin turned around and saw Elsie Snead watching him. She gave him a great big smile and stuck her chest out to make her tits more pointy. Melvin blushed almost purple. He hated to be alone with girls. It scared him nearly shitless. He began to sweat, and he felt his glasses slipping down his nose. He pushed them up again and turned back to his frog.
"I've got work to do, Elsie," he said. "This is an important experiment, and it requires all my concentration."
"Ooo, I bet it is important," said Elsie, cooing and moving closer to him. "You're so smart, Melvin. I just admire you tremendously. Mind if I watch? I won't get in your way."
Oh, hell, thought Melvin. He couldn't possibly concentrate on his experiment with a GIRL standing so close to him, even if it was just fat old Elsie. She was only about a foot behind him now, and he could actually feel the heat of her body and smell the flowery perfume she wore. If she stuck around-and there was no getting rid of Elsie-he'd botch the experiment. Better to cut out now, then come back early in the morning and finish up undisturbed.
He dropped the frog back into its bottle of formaldehyde and began cleaning his dissecting tools. "Actually, Elsie," he said, "I was just finishing up. I'm going home now. See you around."
"Oh, wait," said Elsie, lumbering after him. "I'll walk with you, Melvin. After all, we live in the same neighborhood."
Shit, thought Melvin. He'd watched Elsie plaguing the other kids, and he knew she stuck like a leech if she was determined to join you. But what did she want from him? Nobody ever wanted anything from him, unless it was the answers to some homework they hadn't prepared. Perhaps that was it, but if so, he wished she'd just come out with it, get the information, and leave him alone. He felt acutely uncomfortable in the presence of any female.
As they left the school building, Elsie trotted along right beside him, contriving to bump into him every few steps or so. She would rub one of those big cushiony thighs against his leg, and Melvin would blush furiously. What the hell did she want?
"You having trouble with your homework, Elsie?" he said. "Is that it? If you want some answers, just say so. I'm used to it."
"Oh, no," said Elsie, batting her eyelashes a mile a minute. "I make very good grades, Melvin, almost as good as you do. Of course, I could never be as smart as you are, but I try. No, I'm not having any trouble with my homework. I just want to walk with you. Did anybody ever tell you, you're very handsome, Melvin?"
Melvin gawked at her. Needless to say, no one had ever told him he was handsome, and he knew damn well it wasn't true. Elsie wanted something, all right. He just wished she'd say it and get it over with. He decided to prompt her.
"What do you want, Elsie?" he said. "I don't mean to be rude, but I don't like to beat around the bush."
"Oh, neither do I," said Elsie, rubbing her plump hip against his leg again. "I'm glad you asked, Melvin. I want you to take me to the Senior Prom."
The very idea terrified him. He would be surrounded by people, and they would make fun of his shyness and clumsiness. "Uh, no thanks, Elsie," he said. He walked faster, and poor fat Elsie started panting, trying to keep up with him.
"You don't have another date, do you?" she said.
"No," said Melvin. "Frankly, Elsie, I'm not much interested in dancing. It bores me." That was a lie. He'd never been to a dance before. He just had to say something to get her off his back.
"Oh, you won't be bored, Melvin," she said. "I can promise you that. Come here. I'll show you what I mean."
"Huh?" said Melvin.
They were just turning the corner at a vacant lot, and at the back of the lot was an abandoned shack where the kids often came to smoke and hide out from their parents. Elsie winked at Melvin and started towards the shack. "Come on, Melvin," she said, grinning, "I'll show you the kind of fun you can have with me. I promise you'll like it."
Melvin had no idea what she was talking about. Years later, he had no idea why he'd followed her into that shack. Perhaps he was just humoring her in order to get rid of her. Certainly he hadn't expected what happened then, not in his wildest dreams. Elsie stepped into the shack, Melvin followed her, and she closed and latched the door. It was dark inside, compared to the bright sunlight, but he could see her plainly enough. She backed up against a wall and, still grinning at him, said, "Come here, Melvin."
"What for?" he said.
"So I can show you what kind of fun we're going to have after the dance," said Elsie.
Melvin figured she was going to offer him a cigarette. To him that was the height of naughtiness. Curious, he came closer to her. He hadn't really figured Elsie for a bad girl. When he was about a foot away from her, Elsie suddenly pulled up her skirt, revealing pink silk panties. He couldn't help gawking. He'd never seen a girl's panties before.
"You know what's under there, Melvin?" said Elsie.
"Uh, yeah, I guess so," said Melvin.
"But have you ever actually seen it?" she said.
"Well, no," he said, still gawking at her plump crotch.
"Look close, then," said Elsie.
She slowly slipped her panties down to her plump knees. Melvin stood there transfixed. He watched her furry little snatch come into view. A vague, fleeting memory hit him. He'd seen his mother's snatch on that awful night long ago when his father beat him so badly. He understood now that his parents had been having intercourse when he interrupted them, but the subject had never interested him very much. He'd been too busy with his frogs and test tubes. Why, then, was he gawking at Elsie's furry little mons? Why was he getting this strange feeling of excitement in his balls?
"Would you like to touch it?" said Elsie.
"Uh, uh, well, yeah," said Melvin, mumbling in his embarrassment.
"Go ahead, then. I don't mind," Elsie said.
She stood there, holding her skirt up, grinning at him, and it looked as if she really meant it, that it was okay for him to touch her there. He could hardly believe it. He was afraid she'd scream and get him into trouble. Nevertheless, he couldn't resist. He just had to see how it felt. He put out one clumsy big paw and gingerly touched the fluffy little patch of dark mons fur. It was soft and warm. He pressed his hand on it and felt moist flesh underneath. He wondered what was hidden behind the fur, between her legs.
It was as if Elsie read his mind. "Go ahead, Melvin," she said. "Explore. Put your hand farther back." She spread her plump thighs just a little, so he could reach between them.
Melvin slipped his hand between her legs and encountered fiery-hot naked flesh. He ran his finger between slippery folds of tissue, and as he did so, Elsie sighed and opened her legs wider. Hot creamy stuff ran onto his hand.
"Ooo," said Elsie, "that feels so GOOD!"
Melvin felt around some more and located a little hot wet hole in her very center. He inched his finger up into it. He found he could get his finger inside all the way. She was very hot and juicy inside the little hole, and as his finger eased into her, she whimpered and murmured something. For a moment she just stood there letting him work his finger around in her creamy little furnace. Then she sighed and pushed his hand away.
"That's enough for now," she said, giggling. "Now you know I've got a really tight cunt, right? But you don't get to use it till you take me to the dance."
"Use it?" said Melvin.
"Oh, for heaven's sake," said Elsie. "Don't you know what I mean? If you take me to the Senior Prom, Melvin, I'll put out for you."
"Put out?" said Melvin. He knew only the technical terms for sex. These slang expressions meant nothing to him.
"Oh, shit," said Elsie. "I never met a boy so innocent. I guess I'll have to show you. Come closer."
He came closer because he was curious and strangely excited. He couldn't understand why he should get so excited about this fat obnoxious girl, but there was no denying the odd tingling in his balls and the urge to touch her again in that moist hot place between her legs. He stepped toward her till he was only inches away. Elsie reached out and unzipped his fly. Melvin was so shocked and surprised that he just stood there while she slipped out his limp meat and held it on the moist palm of her fat little hand. She began to pet it, and it felt great. He thought it was wicked of her to do it, but he couldn't bear to stop her.
"Ummm," she said, "you really have a long one, Melvin. I bet it's enormous when it's hard ... I'll make you hard and we'll see."
Melvin stood there gawking down at her. He saw his pale cock lying in her hand, saw her pudgy fingers petting and pumping it. Sweet waves of pleasure rippled through him. Up to now, he'd paid very little attention to his occasional sexual urges. Mostly they came in the night. He'd dream about reaching under a girl's dress, and then he'd cum in his pajamas. Once in a while, when he was reading about sex as part of his biology homework, he'd unaccountably get a hard-on and would have to go in the John and jerk off, otherwise he couldn't keep his attention on his book. Never before had he connected sex with girls. Sex was simply something for other people, because no girl, he thought, would ever want him. He'd resigned himself to being a virgin all his life, because he hadn't known what he was missing. Suddenly he knew.
It was really fun, what Elsie was doing to him, more fun than he'd ever had in his life. She grasped his limp foreskin and teasingly tweaked it back to reveal his dark red glans, and then she ran her finger around the sensitive head of his cock, making him shiver with pleasure. In her fat little palm his cock suddenly twitched and sprang into life, growing long and thick and rigid.
"Oh, wow," said Elsie. "It's huge."
"I guess so," said Melvin lamely. He had no idea how he stacked up against other boys, since he was so bashful that he always kept his face to the wall when he undressed in Phys Ed class. Elsie's reaction indicated that there was at least one part of his tall ungainly body that he could be proud of. She gawked at his great long stiff rod and petted it eagerly.
"Lean closer," she said, slumping back against the wall.
Melvin did, and Elsie slipped his erect hot organ between her plump white thighs. He felt her juicy pussy rubbing hotly along his shaft. It excited him tremendously. He remembered from his reading that a man is supposed to put his penis in the girl's vagina-that must have been the tight hot little hole which Elsie had called her "cunt." He wanted very much to do that. He began poking his cock around, trying to find that mushy little hole again. Elsie whimpered and quivered as his rigid dick caressed her moist sensitive labia. She began to pant as if she'd just run a fast mile, and the juice poured out of her to wet and burn his stiff prick.
"Tell you what, Melvin," she said huskily, "I'll let you put it in for just a second, but that's all. I'm just gonna give you a sample, but you don't actually get to fuck me till after the dance. That's the deal, Melvin. You take me to the Senior Prom, and then right afterwards well do it."
Melvin wasn't paying much attention to what she said. He was still trying to find her vagina. At last he wedged his thick cockhead into a slippery little indentation which proved to be the right place. He pushed, and his cock slid right up into her, deliciously gripped by her slick hot cuntal walls. He almost fainted with pleasure.
"Eeee," said Elsie. "Oh, honey, that feels great. Just hold it there a second. Oh, God!"
Melvin obeyed, holding quite still with his cock all the way into Elsie, although his deepest instinct was to move it, to slam it in and out of her till he came. His balls were swollen up so tight that they ached, and all he could think of was cumming. He'd never wanted anything more in his life. Suddenly Elsie pulled away from him, and his rigid dick popped out of her and slammed up hard against his belly. Elsie was flushed and panting as she staggered away from him and pulled up her panties.
"There," she said. "Now you know how much fun it would be to fuck me, Melvin. And I'll let you do it right after the dance. What do you say-are you going to take me to the Prom?"
"Uh, yeah, sure, Elsie," said Melvin. He lurched toward her, trying to grab her. He just had to get his cock back into that fiery little hole of hers.
"Hands off, buster," said Elsie. "No more goodies till after the dance. If I give it to you now, you won't have anything to look forward to." She straightened her clothes and headed for the door of the shack. "You pick me up around seven, and don't be late. Got that?"
"Yes, Elsie," he said miserably.
As soon as she was gone, Melvin jacked off. There was no way he could make it home with a hard-on like that. Then he staggered down the street to his house. He couldn't believe it. He'd actually had his cock in a girl. Much as he dreaded the idea, he was going to take her to the Prom, because he just had to find out how it felt to go all the way. He couldn't rest now until he was back in Elsie's cunt again, until he'd actually shot his stuff into her.
The Senior Prom was a nightmare for Melvin. He looked like an undernourished giant in his rented tux, and all the kids snickered at him. His dancing was terrible, he sweated with nervousness, and his glasses kept slipping down his nose. There was also the humiliation of being Elsie Snead's date. If possible, Elsie looked funnier than he did. She was a short girl, but she must have weighed over two hundred pounds. Instead of disguising her weight with some dark-colored dress, she wore a chiffon formal of bright pink that made her look like a baby elephant. They made quite a couple. Twenty years later, Melvin was still to have nightmares about it. It didn't bother Elsie, though. She stayed and stayed. She wanted everybody to see her dress, wanted everybody to notice that she'd managed to get asked to the Prom. Melvin writhed with impatience. He wondered if she'd just been putting him on, making false promises in order to get to the dance. If so, he'd strangle her. He'd been through hell for her, and there was only one way she could adequately reward him for it.
Sure enough, she tried to get out of it. After they left the dance, Melvin drove his father's car out to the county park, where it was dark and they were un-likely to be interrupted. When Elsie saw where he was going, she began to yawn and complain about how tired she was. Melvin just kept on going. He was damned if he'd be cheated of his reward. Fortunately, Elsie's resistance wasn't very strong. When he made no move to turn around and take her home, she suddenly stopped complaining and just leaned back and watched the scenery. Presently she put her hand on his thigh. Melvin breathed a sigh of relief. He sensed that Elsie was beginning to look forward to their scene in the park.
He drove the car off the dirt road, under some trees, where no other passing car could spot them. He grabbed Elsie and started to kiss her wetly and clumsily, but she pushed him away.
"Wait a sec, honey," she said. "I don't wanta wreck my dress. You better take off your suit, too. No sense spoiling our clothes."
Melvin would have stood on his head and whistled twelve popular tunes in a row, if she'd asked him to. He quickly took off his clothes, and Elsie did the same. Naked, she was even less attractive. Her huge belly wiped out any curves she might have had, and her plump breasts were dwarfed in comparison to that mountainous abdominal mound. Melvin didn't care. All he wanted was her cunt, and he knew how good that was. He already had a painfully stiff erection. No need for Elsie to play with his cock this time. She lay down on her back and spread her legs for him, and Melvin eagerly poked his rigid dick into the steamy little space between her legs. Again he had trouble finding her cunt, but after a moment of blind fumbling, Elsie reached down and put it in for him.
"There you go, hon," she said, popping her chewing gum.
Melvin sank into her wonderfully tight, hot, slick tunnel. It was even better than before. Moaning and panting, he began to fuck her, just following his instincts, sawing his big cock rapidly in and out of her hot pulpy depths. He felt her cream scalding around him as she responded to the sensational friction between his thick dick and her tight cunt. She began to whimper and pant, thrusting her pussy up tight against him to get more of his cock into her.
"Oh, jeez, Mel," she said, "that's really good."
Melvin winced. He hated to be called "Mel." However, he didn't mind putting up with it under the circumstances. Blissfully he sawed and rammed and pumped in her deliciously tight little cunt. He couldn't get over how much fun it was, and he wondered why he hadn't thought about it before. Christ, there just couldn't be anything better than this. Elsie was really digging the stiff deep thrusts of his big cock, too.
"Oh, gawd, honey," she moaned, "fuck me, fuck me. I really love it, Mel. Give it to me, baby, really give it to me."
Somehow he managed to hold out for quite a while. Periodically he felt Elsie's cunt tightening around his dick, squeezing it powerfully with her vaginal muscles, and when this happened, she creamed hotly and shrieked her intense pleasure. Only many years later did he realize that she must have been cumming again and again. At age eighteen he knew nothing about female sexual response and was totally absorbed in getting his. He fucked her so hard that the car began to rock. At last he felt his sizzling cum streaking up the stiff shaft of his prick, shooting into her, wave after wave. He moaned and howled. It was the greatest thing he'd ever felt in his life. The pleasure was so dizzying that he collapsed onto Elsie's fat heaving body and passed out for a few moments.
What woke him was Elsie's scream and her frantic efforts to get out from under him. "Hey," he said, "what's the matter?"
Elsie opened her mouth again, but no words came out. She was staring up over his shoulder. Melvin turned his head and looked right into the grinning face of a State patrolman. The cop was leaning in the open window of the car, getting an eyeful.
"Hi, kids," he said. "Having fun?"
Elsie began to cry.
"Oh, God," she said, "I'll never live this down. Everybody'll know about it. My parents will kill me."
Clumsily Melvin climbed off her, his long limp cock popping from her juicy hole with a loud obscene slurp. He threw his pants over his lap and turned to face the grinning cop. "Uh, look, officer," he said gallantly, "it wasn't her fault. Let her go, okay, and you can take me in. She didn't have anything to do with it."
The cop guffawed. "Oh, she didn't have anything to do with it, did she? From what I heard and saw, she had plenty to do with it. I mean, she wasn't exactly asking you to quit, sonny."
"It was rape," said Melvin determinedly. "Arrest me and let her go."
The cop sighed. "Well, I'll tell you what, rapist. Seeing as how it's Prom night and you kids are entitled to cut loose once in a while, I'll forget it this time. Let me give you a piece of advice, though. Next time you hump a girl, do it in the back seat. That way you won't be honking the horn with your ass."
The cop left, and Melvin drove the sobbing Elsie home. She refused to see him again. Soon afterward, he graduated high school and went on to the State University for his degree in biology, but things were never the same again. He wasn't content with his books and test tubes any more. Thanks to Elsie, he'd learned the joys of sex, and it killed him to have to do without. Of course he had to do without, because just like in high school, no girl would date him. He never found another girl like Elsie. For the rest of his life, Melvin Davis cursed Elsie Snead for seducing him. If it hadn't been for her, he could have gone on in virginal innocence and contentment, not knowing the fun he was missing. As it was, he lived in continual sexual torment. He was so dirt poor in college, he couldn't even spare the money for a cheap whore.
After he graduated from college, Melvin got the job with Hillcrest Academy. It paid fairly well, and a few times a year he was able to treat himself to a call girl. That wasn't nearly enough, however. He needed a steady woman, needed to do it at least once a day. Since he wasn't rich, he had to take care of it by jacking off, but somehow masturbation just didn't do the job. He yearned for a woman of his own. When the school hired its first female, Jane Todd, he'd been dismayed to discover how much she aroused him. Day and night, all he could think of was Jane Todd, and often he had to stay behind his desk after his class left, waiting for a stubborn erection to go away. It was an intolerable situation.
So it was that Melvin Davis found himself standing outside Miss Todd's bedroom door, trying to get up the nerve to knock. He'd started out with the idea of asking her for a date, but now he knew he'd never have the courage. It would be a miracle if he even managed to say hello to her without stammering. So what the hell was he doing here, anyway? What did he hope to accomplish?
Look, he thought, it's now or never. If he was ever going to acquire a girl friend, it would have to be now, when he was desperate, so desperate that he might be able to overcome his timidity. He would knock, see if she wanted to chat, and then maybe, just maybe, he might get up the nerve to ask her to dinner. At least it would be a start. He told himself that he had nothing to lose. All she could do was say no.
Gathering all his courage, Melvin Davis knocked at Jane Todd's door.
At that very moment, Jane Todd was leaning over three naked little boys, licking their cocks. Rob, Donny and Tim were grinning at each other and eyeing her big swaying tits. They were having one hell of a good time. Miss Todd's hot wet tongue swished hungrily back and forth over their pale half-grown cocks, and each boy felt himself gradually getting a hard-on. There was no telling what wild thing their teacher would do next, but it was sure to be fun. Somebody knocked at the door. "Shit," said Rob, "not again."
Jane signaled him to be quiet. "Who is it?" she said, praying that George Bell hadn't come back for another round.
"It's, uh, uh, Melvin Davis," said a stammering tenor voice.
"Oh, Christ," said Rob. "We can't let him catch us. He'll tell the headmaster."
"Just one moment, please, Mr. Davis," Jane said. She turned to the boys and whispered, "I'm going to find that key. You've got to leave this time. If he finds you in the closet, we'll all be in trouble."
Reluctantly the boys agreed. They inwardly cursed Mr. Davis for spoiling their fun. Jane fumbled through her dresser drawer and managed to find the key to the other door. She tossed it to Rob, and the boys made their exit while Jane frantically threw on a dressing gown, not bothering to see which gown it was. She marched to the hall door, flushed and breathless. Her hair had come loose from its bun and was cascading down around her shoulders. In her haste, she'd unknowingly put on a sheer red dressing gown which showed her big wobbling breasts, stiff nipples, and shadowy pubic patch. She threw open the door.
"I'm so sorry I took so long, Mr. Davis," she said. "What can I do for you?"
Melvin Davis stood in the doorway and gawked helplessly at her gorgeous body. Out of her prim suit, and with her abundant chestnut hair hanging down like that, she looked beautiful. He could see right through her dressing gown, and he couldn't take his eyes off her big beautiful tits and her tiny triangular patch of mons fur. He wanted to lunge at her and fuck her right in the doorway. To his embarrassment, he felt his cock growing hard again, and he prayed it wouldn't show under his robe. He blushed right down to the roots of his hair.
"Yes, Mr. Davis?" said Jane, staring at him. "I was asking you, what can I do for you?"
"Uhhh," said Melvin.
Jane had to smile. The poor man was so painfully shy, he couldn't even tell her what he'd come for. No doubt he wanted to discuss the next school assembly. All the teachers were supposed to get together and plan it. "Come in, won't you?" she said. "We'll just sit and talk, and maybe you'll remember what you wanted to say."
Melvin knew what he wanted to say. He wanted to ask her to lie down on the bed and open her long lovely legs for him and let him fuck her all night. However, he doubted that she'd welcome the suggestion. Jane Todd was such a lady, so dignified and distant and cool. He'd never dare make a pass at her. He would have to content himself with just talking to her, but he could still have his fantasies. Okay, then, they'd talk, and later, alone in his bed, he'd jack off while pretending that he was making love to this voluptuous creature. God, how he wanted to touch her-but she was a lady, and he didn't dare.
"Please sit down, Mr. Davis," she said, offering him a chair.
Melvin sat and almost missed the chair, he was so busy looking at her. Jane couldn't figure out why he was staring like that. It was as if he'd never seen a woman before. She took another chair, and only as she sat down and got a glimpse of herself in the mirror of the nearby dresser did she realize what was riveting the man's attention. Oh, my God, in her haste she'd put on the red gown, the one you could see through. She blushed deeply and put her hands in her lap to cover her pussy. She couldn't cover her big breasts at the same time. She'd just have to let him stare at them.
"Well, then, Mr. Davis," she said nervously, "perhaps it was the assembly you wanted to talk about?"
"Ah, yes," said Melvin, "the assembly."
He couldn't think of anything else to say. All he could do was sit there stupidly and stare at her incredibly big firm tits. Jane understood his shyness and would have tried to carry on a conversation if she hadn't been distracted by something else. In Davis' lap something strange was going on. Slowly but steadily his robe was tenting up, sharply and stiffly. Jane realized he was getting an erection. Even under the cloth she could see that he had an enormous prick. A crazy jolt of excitement went through her pussy.
"Mr. Davis," she said softly, "what did you really come here for?"
Melvin licked his lips. It was now or never. "I, uh-I wanted to ask you if you'd-if you'd like to-"
"Yes?" said Jane encouragingly. He struggled on. "If you'd like to, uh, uh-" Somebody knocked at the door.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Fuck," said Melvin Davis.
Fortunately Miss Todd didn't hear him. She had hurried to the door. Without opening it, she said, "Who's there?"
"Oh, Miss Todd," said a distraught boyish voice, "I fell out of bed and hurt myself. Will you please help me?"
Jane sighed. She really would have liked to go on talking with Melvin Davis. She liked the man, and for the first time in her life she'd felt comfortable in the presence of an adult male. However, her duties came first. "I'm terribly sorry, Mr. Davis," she said, "but it looks as if there's been a slight casualty. I'll have to take care of it. Perhaps we could talk tomorrow at breakfast."
"Oh, oh, of course," said Melvin, jumping up and hurrying to the door. His courage had vanished. He'd been about to make an indecent proposal to her, and he was shocked and terrified. My God, he could have gotten himself into real trouble. "See you tomorrow," he said hastily, opening the door and stumbling into the hall. He almost collided with three boys. One of them was Rob, who was supposed to be sleeping on the second floor.
"Rob," said Melvin Davis, "what are you doing out of bed?"
"I'm the one who hurt myself," said Rob glibly. "These guys are just helping me out. I would've gone to you, Mr. Davis, but you weren't in your room."
"Oh, so I wasn't," said Melvin. He scurried off down the stairs, too shy to remain anywhere near Jane.
Meanwhile Jane stood there in the doorway staring at the three boys. "What are you doing back here?" she said sternly. "I told you that was all for tonight. Go to bed at once."
Rob laughed and brushed past her into the bedroom, followed by Tim and Donny. "Come off it, teacher," he said. "We can come around any time we want to-unless you want the whole school to know what's been going on in your room."
"Oh, for heaven's sake," said Jane, "haven't you had enough for one night?"
"Are you kidding?" said Rob. "Remember where we left off? You can't just leave us hanging, baby. We figured we'd give ol' Davis a few minutes and then come back. So here we are. Let's get going."
The grinning boys quickly shucked their pajamas, but Jane made no move to join them. She was angry. "I won't be treated this way," she said. "I'm not just a machine to be used for your pleasure, any time of day or night."
"Well, you take your choice, teacher," said Rob menacingly. "You either put out for us now, or we'll tell every kid in school what's been happening. We'll tell how you sucked our cocks and let us fuck you, and we'll tell how we saw you gettin' it from the headmaster. When word gets around, you won't have your job very long."
"I don't care," said Jane. "I just don't care any more. I can't stand living like this. It's evil and disgusting." She sat down on the bed and began to cry.
The boys exchanged worried glances. It looked as if they'd pushed Miss Todd too far and screwed up a good thing. Somehow they had to calm her down and change her mind. They didn't really want her to lose her job. That would ruin all their fun.
Rob thought quickly. He remembered how Mr. Bell had changed her mind by licking her pussy. That had made her really hot. If old Bell could do it, why couldn't he?
"Hold her," he said to Tim and Donny.
The other two boys ran over to the bed and grabbed Miss Todd's arms. "What are you doing?" she said angrily. "Let go of me."
"You better not scream," said Rob, "unless you want me to get Bell up here."
Jane closed her mouth. The last thing she needed tonight was another session with the horny headmaster. Very well, she would just let the boys do whatever nasty little thing they had in mind, just so they would go away and leave her alone, but she wouldn't respond. She was too angry with them to feel any arousal. Somehow she would get through this night, and then tomorrow she would leave Hillcrest. She didn't care if she had to get work as a dishwasher. She couldn't stand being treated like a whore any longer.
"Okay, lay her down," said Rob.
The other two boys tipped Jane backward until she was flat on the bed. They held her arms firmly so she couldn't move away. Rob grinned and approached the bed. He separated her long legs and opened her gown, laying bare her belly and her small fluffy patch of mons fur. He petted the little patch of soft hair and leered at Jane.
"Now, you just take it easy, teacher," he said. "I'm gonna do something real nice for you. You won't have that sour look on your face for long, believe me."
Jane only flashed him a haughty, freezing look. If this fifteen-year-old boy thought he could make her behave like a slut again, he was wrong. For a while her baser instincts had taken over, and she had acted in a way no decent woman would act. That was all over. She intended to regain her pride and modesty. Once she left the evil environs of Hillcrest, she would go back to her old way of life, avoiding men and keeping herself pure of all sexual thoughts. That was the only way she could live with herself.
While Tim and Donny grinned and watched, Rob pried open the furry lips of her mons and uncovered the tiny red button of her clit. "You see that?" he said to his pals. "That's where ol' Bell was licking her. It makes a woman real hot if you touch her there."
"Aw, how do you know, Rob?" said Tim teasingly. "You never done it yourself."
Rob flushed a little. "Maybe not," he said, "but I've watched it being done. It never fails. You just watch. In a minute or so, teacher here is gonna be beggin' me to fuck her."
Donny and Tim laughed at their friend's bragging. They didn't believe a word he said, but it was going to be fun watching. Between the spread lips of her furry mons, Miss Todd had a tiny bright red bump of flesh that glistened and trembled as Rob touched it with the tip of his finger. According to Rob, that little button was the key to everything, the way to turn a girl on like magic. It seemed too good to be true. As Rob rubbed and pressed her there, Miss Todd didn't seem to be turning on at all. She glared at Rob and lay there stiff and cold.
Rob wasn't the kind of guy who gave up easily, however. He got down on his knees, with his head between her legs, and stuck out his tongue. He put the tip of his wet tongue onto that funny little bud of red flesh and began to lick it. Miss Todd shivered all over but made no sound. Rob licked faster, swishing the tiny nub of flesh back and forth under his tongue. Her clit seemed to get creamy all of a sudden.
Still Miss Todd's expression didn't change. She looked just as stern and cold as she did in class. Only a slight flush indicated that anything unusual was happening to her. Rob applied his mouth to her wriggling little bud and began sucking it loudly. Miss Todd closed her eyes. She got redder and redder in the face. Very gradually her lips parted, and the boys heard her panting. Rob sucked faster on her juicy clit.
"Aaahhh," said Miss Todd.
Inwardly she cursed herself. You slut, she thought, can't you control yourself just this once? Rob's sucking was sending delicious waves of pleasure through her pelvis, and her cunt was eagerly contracting and pouring out its hot cream. She fought to suppress her moans of delight and to still the responsive writhing of her hips, but it was no use. As on so many occasions in the past twenty-four hours, she couldn't control the deep urges of her body. She creamed wildly, and the boys could hear her shrill cries. At last Rob raised his face from her snatch, his mouth and cheeks glistening with her cream. He was grinning triumphantly.
"What'd I tell you?" he said to his friends. "She loves it. She'll do anything we want now." He reached out and rubbed Jane's swollen little red clit again, and she groaned ecstatically. "Hey, teacher," he said, "suck Donny's cock. Come on, let's see some action."
"Oh, wow," said Donny, "you think she really would?"
"Not if you sit around wondering," said Rob. "Get over there so she can reach it."
Donny timidly knelt on the bed beside Jane's head. He let his limp white little penis trail over her lips. Jane moaned in protest and didn't open her mouth. Donny looked questioningly at Rob.
"Just hang on," said Rob. "I'll make her do it." Again he planted his mouth on Jane's moist clit and began to suck it vigorously.
Jane opened her mouth. She couldn't help it. It was as if Rob had pressed the right button. She felt Donny's doughy little cock slipping inside her mouth, and, as if hypnotized, she began to suck on it, drawing it all the way in. Each time Rob sucked powerfully on her sensitive clit, she responded by sucking with equal vigor on Donny's small limp cock. The boys exchanged gleeful winks.
"Sorry about that, teacher," said Rob. "If you'd only told us you were hungry, we woulda given you some cock to suck on a long time ago."
"Oh, man," said Donny, "this sure feels great."
"Hang on," said Rob. "I'll make her do it faster."
He put the tip of his finger on her wriggling wet little clit and circled it slowly, sensually, then speeded up the motion. The faster he rubbed, the faster Jane sucked on Donny's rosy little prick. The noise got very loud and wet, making the boys snicker and giggle. After a moment or so, however, Donny wasn't giggling any more. He was quite serious. His eyes got wider and wider, and his breath came in loud excited gasps. As the pale thin shaft of his half-grown cock shot in and out of Jane's noisily sucking mouth, his friends could see that it was stiff now. His little pink hairless balls had swollen up round and tight. Donny began to whine his pleasure. One more time he glanced at Rob, the leader, and asked for advice.
"Aw, shit, Rob," he said, "I need to shoot. Can I do it in her mouth? Think it'll make her mad?"
"Hell, no," said Rob. "Teacher likes a nice hot mouthful of cum. Go ahead and shoot, man."
Donny needed no more prompting. With a sharp squeal of delight, he closed his eyes and began ramming his slim hips against Jane's flushed face. She looked startled for a moment, but when she had adjusted the tempo of her sucking to the speed of his frantic thrusts, a glazed hungry look came into her eyes. Donny squealed again and started to jet hot cum into her throat. She swallowed eagerly, getting all of it, milking his stiff little poker absolutely dry. Donny gasped as the last sizzling jet left his cock, and then he fell back onto the bed, limp and panting, his small cock flaccid and drained. Jane licked her lips and sighed.
"Jesus," Donny said wonderingly, "she ate it. She ate it all."
"You bet she did," said Rob, grinning wickedly. "Teacher loves to eat cum, don't you, baby?"
Jane blushed deeply and did not reply. She wasn't sure just what had come over her. Somehow, the moment she'd gotten that cute little cock in her mouth, she'd had a mad desire to suck it dry. She knew she could never get enough of those adorable little boy-cocks, never swallow enough cum from those sweet little pricks. Her only salvation was to get away from this place, but that wasn't possible until the boys let her go. She had satisfied only one of them. There was a long night ahead of her.
"Hey, Tim," said Rob, "you come and frig her a while. I wanna get my turn.
Tim exchanged places with the older boy, standing between Jane's legs and timidly laying his hand on the moist springy curls of her mons. He wanted very much to explore her mysterious female parts, but he was still a little in awe of his teacher.
"Go on," said Rob, "rub her clit, like I did. She likes it."
Hesitantly Tim pried open the furry lips of her mons and saw the red gleaming bud of her clitoris. He placed the tip of his finger on it and found it hot and slick. He rubbed it gently, and he saw a dollop of love's juice trickling from a hole between her legs. He guessed that this must be her cunt. His curiosity blossomed, and he just had to feel her there. He slowly inserted his finger in her wet gaping hole. She was hot as a furnace inside and very slick and juicy. Tim could imagine how great it would feel to put his cock in there. He eased his finger farther in, to see how far it would go, and found that he could insert it all the way to the last knuckle. As he worked his stiff finger in and out, exploring and probing the mushy hole, Miss Todd sighed and moaned. Obviously she liked what he was doing. He began to move his finger swiftly, just like a miniature cock. Miss Todd yelped with pleasure.
"Okay, good," said Rob. "Just keep that up while she blows me." He knelt beside Jane's head and laid his skinny limp cock on her lips. "All right, teacher," he said, leering down at her, "give me a little head."
Her conscience screamed at her not to submit to this aggressive, lewd boy, but she felt saliva pooling hotly in her mouth, and she knew she had to get a taste of his hairless little rod. In spite of all the humiliation Rob had put her through, she still wanted him. Moaning, she opened her lips wide and allowed the grinning boy to insert his limp warm penis into her mouth. The doughy little cock was light on her tongue, and she began to squeeze it between her cheek linings and to press it hotly against her slick palate.
"Awww, Jesus, yeah," said Rob. "That's it! Suck it, baby, really give it a great suck. Come on, let's go."
Helplessly Jane obeyed. There seemed no end to her lust for boy-cock. She felt she could have sucked off the whole dorm. Gurgling in her excitement, she began to suck Rob's flaccid little dick swiftly and with a loud lewd slurping noise. At the same time Tim was working his stiff finger rapidly in and out of her cunt, making her writhe with pleasure. She sucked Rob's thin rod in as far as she could, till his small fuzzy balls bumped her chin.
"Aaahhh," Rob wailed. "Jesus, yeah, suck me."
Her conscience screamed at her not to submit to this aggressive, lewd boy, but she felt saliva pooling hotly in her mouth, and she knew she had to get a taste of his hairless little rod. In spite of all the humiliation Rob had put her through, she still wanted him. Moaning, she opened her lips wide and allowed the grinning boy to insert his limp warm penis into her mouth. The doughy little cock was light on her tongue, and she began to squeeze it between her cheek linings and to press it hotly against her slick palate.
"Awww, Jesus, yeah," said Rob. "That's it! Suck it, baby, really give it a great suck. Come on, let's go."
Helplessly Jane obeyed. There seemed no end to her lust for boy-cock. She felt she could have sucked off the whole dorm. Gurgling in her excitement, she began to suck Rob's flaccid little dick swiftly and with a loud lewd slurping noise. At the same time Tim was working his stiff finger rapidly in and out of her cunt, making her writhe with pleasure. She sucked Rob's thin rod in as far as she could, till his small fuzzy balls bumped her chin.
"Aaahhh," Rob wailed. "Jesus, yeah, suck me."
For the first time, Rob had lost his composure in her presence. His pleasure was so intense that he forgot everything else, his smart remarks and his cocky attitude. He simply bent over Jane with ecstasy, a wide-eyed almost childish look of delight on his face, and allowed her to suck his cock vigorously and loudly. One of his great dreams was coming true. After spying on adults for so ong, watching so many grown men receive blow-jobs, it was happening to him at last. It was every bit as good as he'd hoped. Miss Todd's busy mouth was a fiery wet nest for his eager young cock, and it wasn't long before his prick blossomed into rigidity. He began feeding it to her, stroking it hungrily in and out of her juicy mouth, feeling a wild urge to ram it right down her throat. It wasn't long enough for that, alas. He'd have to wait till he was grownup before he could actually fuck a girl's throat. He'd have to wait till his cock was as big as the headmaster's. Man, when he had a dick that long, he was going to devote his whole time to screwing.
Meanwhile Tim dutifully worked his finger in and out of Miss Todd's burning wet cunt, to keep her busy and excited. He noticed that the more he did it, the tighter and hotter she got. Her vaginal muscles were powerful, and they gripped and sucked at his finger as if to take it in even deeper. He was longing to put his cock there instead. He felt a funny stinging in his balls and cock, and when he looked down at them he was surprised to discover that he had a stiff erection. Why not use it? He looked carefully at Miss Todd. She seemed entirely absorbed in sucking Rob's cock. Her eyes were closed, and she was gurgling loudly. Maybe she wouldn't know the difference if he substituted his cock for his finger. He just had to find out what fucking was really like.
Carefully Tim inched forward, until his rigid little white dick was just touching the slick mouth of her cunt. As fast as he could, he took out his finger and stuck in his cock. He began moving it in the same way he'd been moving his finger, stiff and fast. Miss Todd gave a strangled moan as she felt the extra thickness inside her. She knew the difference, all right, but would she protest? Tim saw her eyes flicker, then close again. A blissful smile came over her face. It was going to be all right. She liked it. Tim sighed and gave himself over to the incredible pleasure he was experiencing. His little cock was enveloped in juicy heat, and it felt great to work his achingly stiff little rod in her pulpy hole. His instincts spurred him to fuck her as fast as he could, and his swollen little balls slapped loudly against her big white ass.
Jane was writhing and moaning in a strange combination of pleasure and frustration. It had felt wonderful when Tim slipped his stiff little cock into her-but only for a moment. She needed more length, more thickness than his boy-cock could give her. She thought longingly of Melvin Davis' huge erection and the way his robe had tented up sharply during their brief conversation. If she could just get rid of the boys, it she could somehow overcome Melvin's shyness and get him back in her room ... my God, she could really use that great cock of his right now. Tim's stiff fucking boy's tool only tantalized her and made her long for more. It was like being offered a cracker when she wanted a steak. Her hungry cunt gripped and squeezed his busy little dick, seeking more friction, but it was hopeless. She just had to have a larger cock. Of course there was always George Bell. It would be easy to get Bell to fuck her. Unfortunately, she despised the man. Yes, she must try to seduce Melvin Davis....
"Awww, Jesus. Shit, yeah! Go, go," said Rob, chanting the words mindlessly. "Eat me, teacher, eat me!"
Rob felt as if his cock would burst in another second, it was so stiff and swollen. Jane was sucking him as if she hadn't eaten in a week. He lost control completely, yelping and wailing and ramming his rigid thin prick in and out of her mouth with all his strength. He felt his cum sizzling up the shaft of his cock, and he squealed with pleasure as the hot juice shot from his glans and flooded her mouth. He felt her swallowing, sucking him dry, as he pumped load after load of thick cum into her throat.
At the same time, Tim felt a very odd sensation in his balls, a hard clenching, then release. Pleasure burned at the tip of his cock, and he realized that he was cumming, spitting his hot seed into Miss Todd's gripping cunt. He whinnied like a colt, jerked his hips furiously, and shot all his cum into her, nearly fainting with pleasure.
Jane watched the flushed panting boys withdrawing from her body. Tim staggered backwards, his limp little dick popping noisily from her cunt, and he sat down on the rug, his eyes rolling crazily. Rob fell back on the bed, his empty little prick slithering from her lips. Obviously he and Tim were satisfied-but what about her? Jane almost moaned aloud with frustration. Her cunt was aching for a real stuffing, a good hard fuck which only an adult cock could give. She recalled her crazy idea of seducing Melvin Davis. It was ridiculous. Not only was the man painfully shy, but the notion was positively indecent. She was a lady. She couldn't bring herself to do such a wanton, wicked thing. No, it was best to return to her old policy of repressing her needs and not thinking about sex. Men only spelled trouble and humiliation. She would be better off without them. All these noble thoughts, however, did nothing to dispel her urgent need. If only the boys would go away now, so she could at least masturbate in private. ... Jane sighed and waited. Surely they'd had enough for one night. Surely they would leave now.
"Man, oh, man," said Rob. "That was fantastic. You really know how to blow a guy, teacher. You must have had lots of practice."
Jane blushed hotly. How could she possibly tell this boy that she'd never sucked a penis before yesterday, and that all her seeming expertise was simply the result of overwhelming lust? "I think you'd better go now, boys," she said wearily. "It's very late."
"Aw, I suppose," said Rob. "But we'll be back tomorrow night, as soon as the other guys are asleep. We'll be back every night, teacher. You and us are gonna have lots of fun."
"I won't be here tomorrow night," said Jane. "I've made up my mind. I don't care what you tell the headmaster about me, I don't care how many boys you tell. I've had enough. I'm quitting my job first thing in the morning."
"Oh, no, Miss Todd," said Tim. "Please don't do that."
The boys looked at her with great concern. If she didn't care what they said about her, then they no longer had any hold over her. They were going to lose her, just when the fun was starting. "Please, Miss Todd," said Donny. "You don't have to quit. We'll leave you alone. I mean-"
"Ah, hell," said Rob. "We wouldn't leave her alone, and she knows it. There's nothing more to say. We goofed, that's all." He looked gloomy.
Jane could well understand their disappointment. She knew from her reading that the male reaches the height of his sexual need during adolescence. The situation was in many ways cruel and unfair. Just when these boys needed a sexual outlet most, society denied it to them. Society had been cruel to Jane also. As an unmarried woman, she was expected to have no sexual needs or, if she had them, to ignore them. It was a ridiculous system which theoretically allowed sexual gratification only to married adults. Jane felt very sorry for the boys. She wasn't going to change her plans for them, but she decided to give them a good-bye present they'd never forget.
"Come here, boys," she said. "I guess we have time for just a little more fun."
The boys gawked at each other. Miss Todd just couldn't seem to get enough. They weren't about to turn her down, however, They crowded onto the bed, and Jane arranged them to lie side by side on their backs. She took off her dressing gown and crouched naked over them. The eager boys reached out to play with her big swinging jugs, and Jane smilingly tolerated it for a few moments, then pushed their hands away.
"My turn," she said, grinning.
She realized now that this final performance wasn't just for the boys. She, too, wanted a farewell session that she'd remember for the rest of her life. It was going to be a pretty lonely life from now on. She needed a few exciting memories to recall at night in the privacy of her bed. Eagerly she bent over the flushed, smiling little boys and stuck out her tongue. She trailed it lovingly back and forth over their limp cocks, as she had started to do before when Melvin Davis had interrupted the fun. This time she intended to complete the act. She wasn't sure just how it would end, but she was going to have a wonderful time playing with all three cute little cocks at once.
The boys sighed and watched as Miss Todd bent over them, her great quivering boobs hanging down so low that the nipples grazed the boys' legs. Her wet pink tongue skittered and swished back and forth over the three soft pale cocks, feeling deliciously wet and warm. Each boy felt an excited tingling in his balls as the beautiful older woman adoringly licked his cock. Soon all three floppy little dicks were soaked and shining with her saliva. She bent lower and began to lap hungrily at each little rosy pair of balls, making the limp warm sacs flop up and down. That felt great, too. Slowly the small milky white cocks began to stiffen and swell. When this happened, Jane went after them even more hungrily. This was the way she liked them best, standing straight up and pointing at the ceiling, three rigid little rods plump with readiness.
She fastened her lips around the wrinkled foreskin of Donny's stiff little poker and began to tweak back the loose flesh with her lips and tongue, exposing the glistening cherry-red glans. When she had completely uncovered the pretty nut, she tongued it swiftly, making the boy writhe and howl. A bright droplet of cream formed on the very tip of his cock, and Jane moaned and lapped it up and swallowed it. Then she moved on to Tim's cock and repeated the whole sequence, arousing him to even fiercer erection and making his tiny white cock bubble with readiness. At last she repeated the motions with Rob. The older boy's prick stood just a little taller than the others, and the droplet of cream which bubbled from his dark glans hole was just a little bigger. Otherwise there was no difference. Jane had three half-grown cocks standing in a row, showing their glistening red heads. She wanted desperately to suck them all at once, to get all those stiff little pokers into her greedy mouth. It would be difficult, but she decided to give it a try.
"Get on your knees, boys," she said. "Get very close together."
The boys obeyed, and with her help they wedged themselves very close, so that all three rigid little white dicks were within reach of her hungry mouth. With a wild moan of excitement, Jane opened her mouth very wide and managed to suck in all three pricks. The boys felt the sudden wet hotness of her saliva, felt their stiff peters rubbing together. It was sensational, the wildest pleasure they'd had yet.
"UUUMMM," muttered Jane, her mouth fully stuffed with wriggling little cocks. She loved the salty taste of all that boy-juice, and she loved the stiff weight of three little cocks on her tongue. She began sucking them like a crazy woman, loudly and hungrily. The boys squealed their excitement. Jane's mouth was grostesquely stretched, but she didn't seem to mind it at all. Her eyes rolled feverishly, and she gurgled deep in her throat as she sucked the three little dicks for all she was worth. Never in her life would she have a chance like this again.
It might have lasted longer, if the boys hadn't gotten so excited. None of them could hold still. As her fiery sucking aroused them, they began to pant and jerk their hips, each one trying to stuff his eager little cock down her throat. There simply wasn't room, even in Jane's greedy mouth, for all this action. Rob's cock popped loudly from her lips, and he fell backwards on the bed. "Shit," he said disgustedly.
Donny gave a piercing squeal as he plunged his little peter in and out of her sucking lips, and then he, too, popped out, cursing. Jane began to laugh, and this caused Tim to slip out, too.
"Well, it was a great idea," she said, "but it didn't work. I'll have to think of another way to take care of all of you at once."
Rob thought for a moment, and then a mischievous grin spread over his face. "Say, teacher," he said, "I think I know how to do that. I think there's room for everybody, if we just work it right."
Jane laughed. "You're the expert, Rob. You just go ahead and tell us what to do." It would be their last session together, and she was willing to humor the boys. She would give them this one last treat before she left the school.
"Okay," Rob said eagerly, "you just kneel in the middle of the bed, teacher, and we'll take care of the rest."
Jane obeyed, wondering what the boy had in mind. She was powerfully aroused by now, and she felt hot pussy juice trickling down her inner thighs. Too bad the boys had such small cocks. She loved playing with them and sucking them, but when it came to hard-core fucking, she needed something much larger. Forget it, she thought. After tonight, you 're going to be a good girl.
"Okay, Tim," said Rob, "you stand beside her, right there, and let her suck your cock."
Tim obeyed, blushing a little as he came to stand at Jane's shoulder. He still hadn't gotten over his awe of this dignified older woman. Jane smiled at him encouragingly and began to tweak his cute stiff little peter. Tim quickly forgot his shyness. He gave a great sigh of bliss as she tickled the sensitive tip of his cock with her tongue and then sucked the rigid shaft into her hot wet mouth.
"Good," said Rob. "Now, I'll go around front here." He'd saved the best spot for himself, he thought. He wanted to have Jane's fiery hot cunt all to himself this time instead of sharing it with another boy. He regarded it as his first real fuck. Kneeling in front of her, he gave her jugs a mischievous squeeze before slipping his thin stiff prick between her legs and searching out her dripping hair-fringed hole. He gave a deep sigh as he felt his eager little penis sinking into her scorching pulp.
"Ah, yeah, YEAH," he said. "Groovy. Man, it's hot up there."
"Hey, what about me, Rob?" said Donny. "You didn't leave any room for me."
Rob chuckled wickedly. "Oh, yes, I did, man-if you think about it. There's one hole left for you. A real nice tight one. Get it?"
Donny thought about it for a moment and then blushed right down to the roots of his hair. He couldn't have blushed as red as Jane did, however. Her mouth was stuffed with Tim's fat little cock, and she couldn't voice her objections, but she was horrified to even think about Donny putting his prick in her asshole. Yet obviously that was what the inventive Rob had in mind.
"Go on, Donny," he said, grinning. "Try it; you'll like it."
Donny wasn't wild about the idea, but his little cock was aching for action, and he decided her asshole was better than no hole at all. He inched up behind her, separated her white cushiony asscheeks, and found the wrinkled brown hole. He placed the rock-hard tip of his tiny cock on the clenched anal mouth and pushed. His cock popped right in. He gasped.
"Oh, jeez, it's great," he said. "It's hot! It's TIGHT! Man, is it tight!"
"Then let's have some action," said Rob, laughing. "Everybody's got his place, so let's go."
Jane shivered and blushed as she felt stiff little cocks ramming eagerly in her mouth, cunt, and rectum. She realized how shameless she'd become in the past twenty-four hours. Far from being embarrassed, she loved it. Even getting fucked in the ass was fun. She'd never had so much fun in her life. She closed her eyes and gave herself over completely to the incredible pleasure of getting it in three places at once.
CHAPTER EIGHT
One floor below Jane's bedroom, Melvin Davis tossed restlessly in his bed. He cursed himself. He'd blown it, really blown it, with Jane Todd. She had welcomed him into her room, their conversation had gotten off to a good start-and then he'd panicked. He could easily have stuck around till she finished soothing Rob or bandaging his cut or whatever it was she had to do to the boy. But, no, he'd let his shyness overwhelm him, and he'd fled like a frightened rabbit. What the hell was the matter with him? Why couldn't he show some guts for once in his life?
Angrily, Melvin got out of bed and turned on the light. He stalked over to the dressing table and looked at himself in the mirror. He decided he wasn't ugly. He wasn't handsome, either, but he was by no means the Slime Creature. There was no reason why a woman couldn't find him attractive. He was a little slim, but he was tall and fit and healthy. He earned a good living. He could make interesting conversation if he tried. He decided there was no reason not to ask Miss Todd for a date. The only thing holding him back was his ridiculous timidity, and he was sick of being timid. If he was ever to get a girl of his own, now was the time to try. He was forty-five years old and not getting any younger.
Come on, Melvin, he thought, get with it.
Melvin Davis squared his shoulders and marched out of his room, heading for the stairs. Nothing would stop him now. He didn't bother with his robe, and he didn't care if his persistent erection showed beneath his pajamas. He was through being a mouse. He was now going to be a tiger.
He marched up the stairs and stood before Miss Todd's door. He had it all in his mind, knew just what he was going to do. He would knock authoritatively, and he would say confidently, "Miss Todd, I want you to have dinner with me tomorrow night." He didn't mention, couldn't mention, the plans he had for after dinner. The first step was to get her alone with him.
He raised his hand to knock, but he hesitated as he heard strange noises coming from Miss Todd's room. What the hell? He put his ear to the door. He heard sucking, slurping, moaning, squealing, and the loud creak of the bedsprings. Overcome with curiosity, he knelt and peered through the keyhole.
Melvin Davis turned chalky pale. His eyes widened till they almost popped. His mouth fell open. "My God," he said.
Through the keyhole he had a good view of Miss Todd's bed. On the bed Miss Todd knelt naked, surrounded by equally naked boys. One of them had his cock in her mouth, and she was smiling and sucking on it hungrily. She had one hand on this boy's buttocks, and it looked as if she was working her finger in his rectum. Another boy knelt behind her, and Davis could see his small stiff white cock jerking in and out of her rectum. A third boy-Davis recognized him as Rob-was kneeling in front of her, blissfully working his prick in her dripping cunt. It was obviously no forced performance. Everybody, including Miss Todd, was having a wonderful time.
Melvin Davis shuddered. How close he'd come to involvement with this woman! He'd been so sure she was a lady, a woman he could respect and admire. Instead she turned out to be no better than a common whore. What kind of teacher would have orgies with her own students?
Melvin felt completely disgusted, and yet he couldn't take his eye away from the keyhole. It was as if he were glued to the spot. He began licking his lips as he watched. He had to admit that it looked like tremendous fun. God, how he envied those boys. In spite of his disillusionment with Jane Todd, he'd have given anything to be working his starved cock in her hot little box the way Rob was doing. As he thought about it, his cock rose sharply in his pajamas and almost tore through his fly. If she could put out for those kids, surely she could put out for him. God knows he needed it worse than they did. If only he had the nerve to walk in there and demand equal rights, but he knew he would never do such a thing. No, he'd just go on hungering and longing, as he'd done all his life, still the outsider, the loner. Damn, damn it all.
George Bell's bed creaked and groaned. The muscular headmaster was having a delicious erotic dream. A luscious young blonde with enormous tits was spreading her legs for him, grinning enticingly as she offered him her wet scarlet slit. Bell snorted and leaped onto her, humping like a bull. He banged furiously at her hot pulp, yet he just couldn't seem to get it in. Where the hell was her cunt? Where the hell....
Bell woke with a start. "Goddamn it all to hell," he muttered sleepily.
This was always happening to him. He'd get a good dream going, always with some young chick begging him to ball her, and then just as he was about to stick it in her, he'd wake up. It was maddening. He switched on the bedside lamp and looked down at his grossly erect prick. The head was swollen, aching, and purple with engorgement. A thick drop of cream bubbled out of the tip and rolled down the thick shaft. He needed to get laid in the worst way. Stuck here in this damned school, there wasn't much he could do about it. The boys were his responsibility, and he wasn't allowed to leave the grounds at night. Of course he could chance it, just sneak out for half an hour and buy himself some pussy-but what if there was a fire or some other kind of emergency, and it was discovered that the headmaster had slipped out to get laid? No, it just wouldn't do.
Then he remembered. There was always Miss Todd....
Humming to himself, George Bell got out of bed and put on his dressing gown. His huge erection tented the front of the gown grotesquely, but he decided not to worry about it. It was almost midnight, and no one would see him. He'd just use his master key, slip into Jane Todd's room, and give her a quick roll in the hay. After that he'd sleep like a baby.
Bell stepped quietly into the hall. The oldest pupils, his special responsibility, were all sleeping soundly in their dorm. He tiptoed up to the second floor, peeked into the intermediate dorm, and found everyone snoring. So far, so good. Quietly he went up the stairs to Miss Todd's floor. At the top of the stairs he stopped suddenly and gawked.
The shy science teacher, Melvin Davis, was kneeling in front of Miss Todd's door, peering through the keyhole. He was red in the face, breathing hard, and he had an erection that stuck straight out in his pajamas. Obviously he was getting an eyeful. Probably Miss Todd was undressing, and that would be an eyeful for any man.
Bell was furious. The last thing the school needed was some creep like this, a Peeping Tom who got his kicks from looking through keyholes. He was tempted to bellow in outrage, but he didn't want to wake the boys. He stepped silently up behind Davis, reached out, and grabbed him by the collar.
"All right, Davis," he said grimly. "The show's over. I want to see you in my office, on the double."
Melvin Davis slowly turned his head and looked up at the scowling headmaster. He blushed furiously. He could well imagine what Bell was thinking. His career Would be ruined if Bell's suspicions were not proved wrong. He would never get another job if he were fired for peeping.
"Please, sir," he said, "it's not like you think. I came up here to ask Miss Todd if she'd have dinner with me tomorrow, and I heard strange noises coming from her room. Thinking there might be some trouble, I looked through the keyhole, and-Well, it's not the kind of thing you can easily turn away from. I suppose I should have resisted the urge to look, as soon as I'd ascertained what was happening. Really, it was rude of me, and I admit that it was wrong to go on looking. But it was very difficult not to look. I mean-"
"Qh, for God's sake, Davis," said Bell impatiently. "Stop blathering. What's this about strange noises? Here, move aside. I want to know what's going on."
Only then did Melvin realize his blunder. In seeking to save himself, he'd exposed Jane to even greater danger. If the headmaster saw what was going on in that room, Jane's career would be ruined, too, and because the boys were minors, she might even be sent to jail. Although Melvin was shocked at her behavior, he still couldn't let a thing like that happen to her. He had to protect her.
"Uh, it's nothing, sir," he said to Bell. "She was just taking off her clothes. I indulged in a childish whim and watched her undress. It's all over now."
"Oh, is it?" said Bell dryly. "Then what's that noise?"
Again Melvin blushed. The noise was unmistakable.
Standing in the hall, he and Bell could plainly hear the loud, lewd squishing and sucking noises as Jane mouthed Tim's stiff little cock and as two other stiff little pokers reamed her juicy cunt and ass. They could hear the furious creak of the bedsprings and the ecstatic squeals of the three boys. Melvin understood what it all meant, but Bell looked puzzled.
"What the hell's going on in there?" he said.
"Uh, why, nothing, sir," Melvin said feebly. "I mean, it's probably just the wind. This old building really creaks at night sometimes."
"Bullshit," said Bell. "You're hiding something, Davis, and I intend to find out what it is."
He turned and took out his master key and started to fit it to Jane's door. "NO," said Melvin. He threw himself onto the headmaster's burly back, and the two men rolled and fought on the floor. Melvin was no match for the stronger, more experienced fighter, Bell. Bell heaved him against the wall, and Melvin struck his head and went down hard. He wasn't quite unconscious, but he was too dazed to get up. Miserably, he watched the headmaster fitting his key to the door, then bursting into the room.
Jane and the boys had heard the crash in the hall, but they'd had no time to do anything more than turn and stare in that direction. To complicate matters, the boys were just on the point of cumming. As Tim's cock popped from her mouth, Jane saw his cum jetting out, and she automatically opened her mouth to catch it. At the same moment, Donny and Rob were helplessly shooting their stuff into her cunt and asshole. This was the scene that greeted the angry headmaster as he burst into the room.
For a long moment, George Bell could only gawk. He could scarcely believe his own eyes. There was Jane Todd, naked as a jaybird, holding her mouth wide open while a blond teenage boy shot his cum into it. In front and in back of her, two other boys were yelping and jerking their hips, obviously shooting their loads into her as well. When they saw the headmaster, they lurched away from Jane, their stiff little peters still jetting white glistening arcs of cum. Jane and the boys gawked at George Bell, their mouths hanging open, their eyes wide and terrified.
"Well, well, well," said the headmaster grimly.
He stood there, hands on hips, glowering at Jane. The rotten lying bitch had fooled him completely. She'd wept and protested and fought him every step of the way when he made love to her, and now it turned out she was a nympho. She wanted it so badly, she even did it with little kids, three at a time. Well, he certainly intended to capitalize on this discovery. She wouldn't be able to refuse him anything now. He'd seen one of the kids fucking her in the ass. He intended to have that pleasure for himself, as soon as he got rid of the boys. Naturally he wouldn't fire Jane, in spite of what she'd done. She would become his built-in whore, serving his every erotic whim. He rubbed his hands together in gleeful anticipation of all the things he was going to do to her when he got her alone. This wasn't the moment, however. He had to put plenty of fear into Jane and her young partners, so they'd do exactly as he wanted.
"Very well," he said grimly. "There's no need for me to comment on the outrageous thing I've just witnessed. You will all be punished. You boys are expelled from Hillcrest Academy. Tomorrow morning I will administer the appropriate beating, and then I'll call your parents to come and get you. No doubt they'll have some punishment for you, too, when they learn what you've done. As for you, Miss Todd, I'm afraid I must take even harsher measures. I want you to come to my office as soon as you're dressed. You boys get back to your dorms at once."
He stalked out of the room. Going down the stairs, he grinned. In a few moments he'd have Jane Todd right where he wanted her-naked in his bed, taking his cock and helpless to do anything about it. He was going to punish her, all right. He was going to give it to her right up the ass.
When the headmaster had gone, Jane burst into tears. "Oh, boys," she said, "I'm so sorry. This is terrible for you."
"Aw, it wasn't your fault, Miss Todd," said Tim, fighting back his own tears. "We made you do it. We started it."
"That's right," said Rob. "We just weren't very lucky. If old Bell hadn't caught us, everything would've been okay."
"But what do we do now?" said Donny.
Rob shrugged. "There's nothing we can do. We just gotta take our punishment."
Just then they heard a groan from the hallway. Tim ran over and looked around the edge of the door. "Hey," he said, "it's Mr. Davis. It looks like he's been hurt."
Jane threw on her robe and helped the boys carry Melvin Davis inside and lay him on the bed. The shy science teacher looked dizzy, and his glasses were crooked, as usual. "Oh, Mr. Davis," said Jane, "what happened?"
Melvin blinked and rubbed his head. "I got in a little tussle with Bell," he said. "I tried to keep him from coming into your room. I'm sorry I failed."
"Oh, but that was so brave of you," said Jane. "Thank you for trying to help. Are you badly hurt?"
Melvin gazed up at her beautiful, anxious face, and he smiled blissfully. She actually cared about him. This bright, attractive woman cared about HIM, Melvin Davis. He didn't care what kinky things she'd done with the boys, not any more. In fact he was glad to learn that she enjoyed sex so much. When he'd first met her, he'd feared she was frigid, and, considering what he had in mind for her, he certainly didn't want a woman who didn't like to fuck. As soon as he could get her alone, as soon as they could talk ... but now was not the time to think about those things. The future would have to wait. There was an emergency to take care of.
"I'm all right," he said. "Never mind about me. It sounded as if Bell was pretty angry. What did he say to you?"
"He's going to paddle us and expel us," said Rob dismally. "Us guys, I mean. He didn't say exactly what he was going to do to Miss Todd, but she's supposed to get dressed and go right to his office."
"I know what he wants," Jane said, blushing deeply.
She looked at Melvin Davis and hesitated to say more. Here was a decent man, a man she would really like to know a lot better. If she told him about her private sessions with Bell, surely he would be disgusted with her. On the other hand, he was a good man and he deserved the truth.
If they were ever to become closer to each other, she couldn't he to him.
"The headmaster forced his attentions on me the day I arrived here," she said. "He's been doing it ever since. I expect that's what he has in mind now."
Melvin reddened with anger. "That bastard. I've got a good mind to go down there right now and beat the crap out of him."
"Oh, no," said Jane anxiously, "please, don't. It won't really help us. It will only make him angrier, and you'll lose your job."
"Besides, Mr. Davis," Donny said mischievously, "you gotta admit you didn't make out too well the last time you fought him."
Melvin laughed and rubbed his head. "I'm afraid you're right," he said. "Fighting is not my forte. I don't think anybody in this school could lick George Bell when it comes to a fight. However, we do have it over him when it comes to brains. If we get together on this, we might be able to think of a way out of your troubles."
"We haven't much time," said Jane. "I'm supposed to be in his office right now. He'll be storming up here after me in a moment."
Suddenly Melvin sat up and snapped his fingers. "I've got it," he said. "If we were to catch him doing the same thing he's punishing you for-why, then, he wouldn't have a leg to stand on. He'd have to let you boys stay in school, and he'd have to leave Miss Todd alone. Otherwise we could report him to the Board of Directors, and he'd be ruined."
"Great," said Rob. "That's really a good idea, Mr. Davis. But how do we manage it? I mean, we have to catch him fucking somebody."
"Me." said Jane. "That's the point, isn't it, Mr. Davis?"
"Well, yes," he said shyly. "Imean, I don't see how else to work it. If we caught him raping a teacher, that would do the job, but I hardly think he wants to rape me."
"I don't mind," said Jane. "I'd do anything to teach that sadist a lesson. I'll go down there right now, and in about five minutes you and the boys walk in. If I know Bell, you'll catch him in the act."
"Right on," said Rob. "I can hardly wait to see the old bastard's face when we walk in."
Jane and Melvin exchanged lingering looks, and then she left the room.
CHAPTER NINE
George Bell sat behind the big desk in his office, doing his best to look stern and official. He was glad that the desk hid his enormous hard-on. It didn't add to his image as the dignified headmaster of an expensive boys' school. He drummed his fingers impatiently on the desk, wondering what was taking Jane Todd so long. If the bitch didn't get down here in one more minute, he'd go after her.
There was a knock at the office door.
"Come in," Bell said sternly.
Jane Todd entered, her eyes demurely cast down at the floor. She was wearing a modest robe in a vain attempt to hide her ample curves and great swaying breasts. Bell eyed her hungrily but maintained his grim official expression. "Close the door and sit down," he said coldly.
Jane obeyed, taking a chair at the other side of the desk. She folded her hands and stared into her lap, looking meek and frightened. Bell gawked for a moment at the plump cleavage of her huge tits, then forced himself to speak in an icy, threatening voice.
"Now, Miss Todd," he said, "I want the truth. Only the truth can help you now. Certainly you won't attempt to deny what I saw with my own eyes? You won't deny that you were having sex with three students?"
"No, sir," said Jane meekly.
"Very well," he said. "Did they force you into it?"
"No, sir," said Jane. "I seduced them. I wanted to play with their cocks."
"You WHAT?" Bell sat up straight in his chair. "Repeat that."
Still staring demurely into her lap, Jane said primly, "I wanted to play with their cocks, sir, so I undressed them, and then I petted their cocks, and then I sucked them, and then I...."
Bell didn't hear another word she said. His ears were ringing with shock and lewd excitement. By God, the hussy had the nerve to admit everything, even her own immoral lust. There was no telling what she'd do in bed if she was this shameless. He couldn't wait a moment longer. He'd been planning to spin out his fun, to torture and humiliate her with a long lecture on her sins, but at this moment her lewd words were making him so horny that he was about to cum in his pants. He stood up, his huge erection making a ludicrous tent of his robe.
"Miss Todd," he said, croaking a little, "I am thoroughly appalled and disgusted to hear this. You must be punished. Since you have no more moral restraint than a child, I will punish you like a child. I want you to lean over my desk. You will be paddled like any schoolboy."
"Yes, sir," Jane said meekly.
She walked around to the side of the desk and leaned over it, presenting him with her wide curved buttocks. Bell licked his lips and stepped behind her. With trembling, sweating hands he raised her robe up over her white soft ass and secured it around her waist. He had just a tantalizing glimpse of her scarlet pussy. He longed to touch her, but it wasn't part of his plan. First the wanton bitch must suffer a little, and then he would have his fun with her. He took the wooden paddle from his desk.
"Now," he said coldly, "you will get the beating you deserve, you shameless whore."
Jane winced as the paddle hit her tender buttocks. She hadn't expected this. She'd fully expected Bell to start making love to her at once, and she had done her best to entice him. She really hadn't thought the man was this big a kook. What was the point in paddling her unless he got some kind of weird kick out of it? Surely he couldn't believe his own lies about being morally superior to her?
The paddle stung her again, and Jane clenched her teeth to keep from crying out. She wanted very much to fight back, but that would ruin Melvin's plan. If she was to save herself and save the boys, she must hang in there and get Bell to make love to her. He had to be caught in the act. She just hoped he didn't plan to give her twenty whacks, like he did to the students.
That was exactly what Bell had in mind, however. He wanted to punish her for presenting a false image to him, for enjoying her little games with the students more than she enjoyed being with him. He would teach her to obey. In the future, she'd know better than to do anything which displeased him. In short, the angry headmaster envisioned making Jane into his sex slave, ready to do anything at his command.
"Hussy, take that," he said, hitting her again. He found himself grinning as he paddled her. He liked the feeling of revenge, and he liked to watch her ample white buttocks turning a tingly pink from his blows. The sight of all that smooth, tender female flesh was turning him on like crazy. He'd just finish this beating, and then he'd give her a fucking she'd never forget, a brutal unrelenting screwing in her narrow ass. When that was done, she'd know better than to cross George Bell.
Jane was in tears. She decided that if Bell hit the students as hard as he was hitting her, he ought to be fired on grounds of brutality. She could hear him snorting and panting behind her, and it wasn't because he was exerting himself. The beast actually enjoyed hitting her.
"Ten more blows, bitch," he said, "and that's less than you deserve. You and all your false modesty, telling me you didn't like to fuck. You liked it well enough with those kids. Bitch, shameless whore!"
Jane dug her nails into the desk to keep from screaming. The paddling seemed to hurt more as he went on, probably because he was working himself into a frenzy of rage. She'd been right about this man from the very first. He was a sadist and a brute. No wonder the students hated him. Far from frightening her, the pain made Jane ever more determined to ruin Bell's career. A man like this had no business working with young boys. It would be worth the punishment to help trap him, but with Melvin and the boys due in less than five minutes, she'd have to work fast. As much as she despised Bell, she would have to start seducing him the moment he finished beating her.
"Why don't you scream?" he said, panting. "Or do you like it? It's going to get worse now. We'll see how you like that!"
He wasn't kidding. The blows were so painful now that Jane could hardly keep from screaming. As long as he didn't break any bones, however, she could hold out. She had to. Revenge was going to be very sweet indeed. One thing she knew: after this experience, she'd never spank a child again. Being on the other end of the paddle had revolutionized her feelings about corporal punishment.
With a thunderous smack, Bell delivered the last blow to Jane's wide quivering buttocks. They were rosy red now from the beating he'd given her. Panting and sweating, he reached out and laid his hands on her trembling ass. She winced and whimpered. Her flesh was red hot. Bell grinned evilly upon discovering how much he'd hurt her.
"So much for the first phase of your punishment," he said, rubbing her hot buttocks.
"First phase?" Jane moaned, terrified. "What do you mean? Haven't you punished me enough already?"
"Oh, no, my dear," said Bell, "that was just the beginning. I'm going to teach you to obey my every command without question, and that will require punishment. I want you to know what to expect if you ever displease me. I won't tolerate any more deception or disobedience. When I want you, you'll come to me, and you'll do anything I ask. Do you understand that?"
"Of course," said Jane. "You don't have to punish me any more. I'll do whatever you want." She babbled out the words, trying to gain time. She figured the paddling had taken about two minutes, which left her only three minutes before Melvin and the boys were due to walk into the office and catch Bell in some compromising act. It wouldn't do to find him just paddling or slapping her. He had to be caught making love to her, something which would really blacken his moral character in the eyes of the Board of Directors. She had no time to lose. Much as she detested Bell, much as she hated the idea of even touching him, she had to seduce him right away.
She swallowed her pride, twisted her head around, and gave him a sensual grin. "No more paddling, please, George," she said huskily. "I want you to make love to me. Please, I need it right now. I've been wanting you all day.
That's why you found me with the boys. I didn't really want them, but when you didn't come back, I just had to have somebody. Please, George, please fuck me."
Bell gawked at her, his piggish eyes gleaming with surprise and lust. It excited him enormously to hear her talk that way. Cold, prim Miss Todd pronouncing the word "fuck" was enough to make his cock ache with readiness. Yet he didn't quite trust her. She had lied to him before. Also he had other punishments in mind for her. It hadn't been part of his plan to give her any pleasure tonight.
"Please, George," she said, squirming out of his grasp and sitting up on the edge of the desk. She reached out and began to pet the great stiff bulge in his robe, sending shivers of excitement through his rampant prick. "I just love your cock," she said huskily, looking him right in the eye as she petted his fierce erection. "Let me at least touch it, George. Let me at least look at it."
Bell swallowed hard, opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. He was hypnotized by the astounding transformation in Miss Todd. The repressed, puritanical spinster was gone, replaced by this handsome sexy creature who leered at him and begged to play with his cock. She was like the women in his dreams. Indeed, he wondered if he was dreaming. He hadn't even finished punishing her yet, and already she was acting like his adoring slave.
Jane grinned wickedly at him and spread open the front of his robe. His great stiff hot prick popped right out at her, red with engorgement. Below it his shaggy balls were swollen up, huge and tight. She ran her hand teasingly over the ultrasensitive hairy surface of his testicles, then up the rigid hot shaft of his cock. Bell's eyes rolled crazily, and he licked his lips. She could see that the man was achingly horny, and that nothing was restraining him except his anger, his desire to go on punishing her. If she could overcome his rage, her job was done. She touched the red-hot purple flesh of his naked glans, circled it with her fingertip, and saw a hot blob of cream issue from the dark hole. She smeared the cream all around the tender head of his cock, making him snort and shiver. She continued to do this, while with her other hand she rubbed and tickled his grossly swollen balls.
She looked right into his feverish eyes and said huskily, "Please, George, do it to me now. Your cock is so big and hard. I've been wanting it in me all day. Just do it to me, please, and then you can punish me all you want."
Hell, why not? thought Bell. It didn't make any difference whether he balled her now or later, so he might as well give the poor broad what she needed. Her busy little hands on his cock and balls were driving him crazy. He just had to stick it into her, or he'd cum right then and there, wasting a good hard-on. Besides, when he got his rocks off, he'd have a cooler head for the punishment which was to follow. He swallowed hard again and finally found his voice.
"Very well," he said, trying to put some dignity into it, "since you beg for it, I'll do it!"
Jane grinned even more wickedly. "Oh, darling," she said. "I thought you might want me."
She slipped off the desk and removed her robe. Bell gawked hungrily at her big lush body. His sweaty hands shot out to mold and cup her huge wobbling jugs. As he pressed the hot soft flesh, Jane leered at him and moved closer to rub her moist little snatch against the ramrod line of his swollen prick. "I just love you to fuck me, George," she said sweetly. "I was too bashful to tell you before, but you're fantastic in bed."
Bell almost shot his load. Just listening to her wicked words and feeling her little fluff patch rubbing against his aching meat was enough to set him off. Growling with lust, he stuck his hand between her legs and began rubbing her there, but she laughed and pushed his hand away.
"No time for that," she said. "I can't wait another second. Hurry, George, put it in me."
She bent over the desk, just like when he'd paddled her, presenting him with her pale swelling asscheeks and spreading her legs to give him plenty of room. Bell was panting loudly with excitement. He threw off his robe so it wouldn't encumber him and stepped up behind her, his monstrous red prick dribbling its thick juices. Trembling with horniness, he fitted the wildly creaming purple tip of his cock to the little moist indentation of her cunt.
"Ooo, yes," she said, "that's it. Stick it in me, George, darling, hurry, hurry!"
Bell grinned triumphantly. At last he had found the woman of his dreams, a beautiful lusty woman who begged for his cock. He decided to tantalize her a little, make her beg even more. He worked his hugely thick meat into her mushy little hole about an inch, then held still, letting her writhe with need and frustration.
"Ohhh, give me more of it, darling," Jane whined. "I want all of it, all of your beautiful big prick. Please, George, don't torture me."
Bell grinned and pushed a little way farther into her, and she moaned and wriggled around his stiff impalement. Somehow she didn't feel as hot and slick in there as before, but he was too horny to notice it much. Her frantic hoarse words convinced him that she wanted it desperately.
"Please, George, please," she sobbed, "don't hold back. Fuck me, fuck me!"
Big-hearted George slowly eased his huge prick all the way into her tight slick hole, till the creaming tip of his cock butted her womb. She gave an enormous sigh of satisfaction, and when he began moving it in her, she shrieked her pleasure and began slamming her pussy along his rod, keeping time to his strokes. "Yes, yes, YES," she moaned. "I love it, George, I love it."
Bell grunted his satisfaction and bent over her to cup her big wobbling tits as he fucked her. She squealed and moaned and wriggled her ass as he shot his stiff meat swiftly in and out of her small cunt. Yet something wasn't quite right. Even in the intensity of his pleasure, he sensed that her words weren't ringing true. Had the bitch deceived him again? Why did he have this uncanny feeling that she was lying to him? Suddenly he understood. He wasn't getting the slick, hot, juicy passage he wanted. Her cunt was dry, absolutely dry. In spite of all her wild wanton words, she didn't really want him at all.
"You lying whore," he said. "I understand now. You wanted me to ball you, so I'd forget about punishing you. You thought you could deceive me. Well, I'm not as dumb as you thought, bitch. I know a dry cunt when I feel one. You're about as horny as a dead clam."
Jane panicked. She'd forgotten about that piece of evidence. It was true. She loathed the man. His very touch sickened her. No wonder she couldn't get hot for him, no wonder her cunt refused to cream. If she lost him now, however, the whole game was lost. She must keep him fucking her till Melvin and the boys walked in and caught him.
"Oh, now," she said eagerly, "you're wrong, darling. I got a little frightened when you paddled me, that's all. But I want you desperately. Just keep doing it to me, and I won't be dry for long."
"Oh, yes," said Bell very softly. "I'll keep doing it to you."
While Jane was making her desperate speech, Bell had gotten an idea. Standing behind her, gawking at her exposed parts, his eye had lit on the tiny clenched brown hole of her anus. He'd intended to fuck her there, to make that part of her punishment. Why not do it now? He still wanted her badly, even if she didn't want him. He didn't believe a word she said any more, but that didn't mean she couldn't give him pleasure.
"Yes," he said, all too softly, "I won't stop. I know you want it, baby. You just relax, and I'll ball you like you've never been balled before. Old George knows just what you need."
"Oh, I know you do, darling," said Jane. "Thank you for being so good to me."
She almost choked on the words, but she felt a sense of relief. Her deception seemed to have worked. She relaxed and opened herself to him, letting him stroke his huge ugly cock in her little vagina. It would be over very soon now. In just about one more minute, Melvin and the boys would come crashing through the office door, and she would start screaming and yelling that the headmaster was raping her. There would be four witnesses to the act, and George Bell would be in their power, unable to harm them ever again. His touch sickened her, but she could hold out. It was worth the prize. She smiled to herself as she thought of the surprise he was going to get in just a few more moments.
"That good for you, baby?" he said.
"Ummm, lovely," said Jane. "You're the best, George."
Lying cunt, he thought. Her vagina was as dry as ever. It was so obvious that he didn't turn her on at all, that she was only buying time, trying to keep his mind off further punishment. He seethed with rage. She could dig it with those little kids, but not with him. Why couldn't she like it with him? His cock was bigger than all those teenage pricks put together. By God, he'd get even with her for this. The paddling was nothing compared to the pain she was going to feel now. Slowly he drew his huge stiff penis out of her, resting it on the very mouth of her cunt, and then pushed it back in again, getting her accustomed to this new stroke. After he'd done it a few times, he said, "How do you like that, baby?"
"Oh, I love it, George," she said, too quickly. "Yes, do it to me like that."
Behind her, Bell sneered. She wasn't even a good liar. In the next few minutes, however, he was sure her cries would be sincere. He slowly eased his long rigid cock out of her, as he'd done before, only this time he quickly moved it up to the little wrinkled mouth of her anus. Before she could react, he rammed it into her rectum with all his strength.
"OOOWWWW," cried Jane.
Terrible pain ripped through her body as George Bell's cruelly hard cock tore into her narrow anus. She felt the monstrous shaft driving relentlessly into her, up "to her very bowels. She screamed and screamed, pounding the desk with her fists, trying desperately to climb off the horrible impalement of his thick cock. Bell held her hips cruelly tight, and she couldn't get away. Horrified, sobbing, she felt his bristly-haired balls coming to rest between her thighs. His hideously huge cock was lodged all the way in her tender rectum.
Bell grinned down at the sobbing, shrieking woman. Her rectum was deliciously hot and tight around his needy cock, tighter than any cunt he'd ever fucked. As much as the heat and tightness, however, he enjoyed her obvious pain and suffering. This was exactly the punishment she deserved for lying to him. Never again would she dare hold out on him. After the pain she felt, she'd never risk his anger again. She'd come running to him like a dog every time he snapped his fingers.
"Ohhh, God, please, let me go," she sobbed. "It hurts! IT'S KILLING ME!"
"Too bad," said Bell coldly. "You should have thought of that before you lied to me, cunt. Now you'll just have to take your punishment." He began to saw his brutally thick long cock in her tiny tight asshole. He did everything he could to make it painful for her, drawing the long pale shaft out almost all the way, then slamming it back into her with savage force. After only a few such strokes, his cock was stained with blood and shit. He enjoyed the sight, just as he enjoyed her frantic screams and desperate sobbing. Bitch, bitch, he thought. Dirty bitch.
He hammered her asshole, plunging his cock ever deeper and faster and harder. It made a lewd popping and slurping noise as it flew in and out of her incredibly small tight rectum. His balls slapped furiously against her thighs, and he began to sweat with sadistic pleasure. By God, he'd ream her clean. She wouldn't be able to shit for a week when he was finished with her. The terrible pain would remind her for a long time of what it meant to disobey him.
Jane almost fainted with pain, and her sobbing, screaming voice seemed far away to her, as if it belonged to some stranger. She didn't know how long she could endure this torture. It seemed to go on forever. Surely Melvin and the boys should have been here by now. More than a minute had passed. Where were they?
"Melvin," she wept, "oh, Melvin, please, please hurry!"
CHAPTER TEN
"You sure thought of a great plan, Mr. Davis," said Tim. "This oughta fix ol' Bell for good."
Melvin and the three boys were sitting in Jane's room, wiating for five minutes to pass. "Thank you, Tim," said Melvin, cleaning his glasses in preparation for the coming event. "I just hope it works. I mean, I hope we catch him in the act. He won't dare say anything about us then. You boys will be able to stay in school, and Miss Todd and I will keep our jobs."
"Boy," said Rob, "I wish there was some way we could get rid of the old fucker completely. I mean, get him dismissed as headmaster. All he does is paddle guys and run this place like a prison. Everybody hates his guts. It sure would be swell if YOU were headmaster, Mr. Davis. You really understand the kids."
Melvin blushed. "That's nice of you, Rob, but I doubt if we can get Bell fired. He knows too much about us. We'll have to be content with a stalemate, I'm afraid. We promise not to tell about him, if he promises to stay off our backs."
"Yeah, I guess so," said Rob gloomily, "but I'd sure like to see the bastard get what's coming to him."
"Hey," said Donny, "shouldn't we be going now? My watch says five minutes since Miss Todd lift."
"Right," said Melvin. "Let's go, boys. And let's keep our fingers crossed. If this plan works, our troubles are over."
The tall gangly science teacher led the way downstairs, followed by Rob, Donny, and Tim. They marched silently but with grim determination. Every one of them hated George Bell with a passion, but none more than Melvin Davis. Not only had Bell falsely accused him of being a pervert, he had also forced his attentions on Jane, which was even worse in Melvin's opinion.
He gnashed his teeth and swore under his breath as he thought of Bell putting his filthy hands on Jane's body. It sickened Melvin to know that Jane would have to do it again in order to make their plan work. He wished there was some other way, but there just wasn't. She would be submitting to Bell at this very moment. Fortunately she wouldn't have to endure it very long. In exactly thirty seconds, he and the boys would come through that door, and it would be all over for Bell. He'd never be able to lay a hand on her again.
They reached the ground floor and snuck up to the door of Bell's office. Just as they got there, they heard a piercing agonized scream. This was followed by desperate sobbing, then more frantic screaming. Jane was carrying out the plan with a vengeance. She was supposed to pretend that Bell was raping her, and she certainly sounded convincing. Melvin growled and reached for the doorknob. He turned it, then turned it again more urgently.
"Oh, my God," he said. "It's locked! How stupid of us. I never even thought that he might lock it."
"And he's got the only key," said Tim. "Jesus, what're we gonna do?"
"Think we could break down the door?" said Donny.
Melvin eyed the thick oak door. He knew he couldn't even budge it, and the three slim boys wouldn't be able to help him much. "No," he said, "all we'd get is a couple of broken shoulders. That door was made to last. Let me think." He pondered the problem, and as he did so, Jane's screams became louder and more desperate. Melvin broke into a cold sweat. She wasn't acting. Bell was really hurting her. "There's only one thing to do," he said to the boys. "We've got to get in through the window."
"It's a good eight feet off the ground," said Rob. "We can't do it without a ladder."
"I know where there's a ladder," said Tim. "The janitor has one in the basement."
"Then let's go," said Melvin. "She's not faking those screams. He's really hurting her. Lead the way, Tim."
They raced into the basement, falling over each other in the darkness. Finally Rob found a light, and they located the ladder. Melvin was sweating blood by now. He had no idea what Bell was doing to Jane, but obviously she was in agony and couldn't be expected to hold out for long. He cursed himself for inventing this dangerous plan. If only he could get to her in time. When he did, if he did, he was going to choke the life out of that sonofabitching George Bell.
Melvin led the way out of the basement, the boys following him with the ladder. They raced out the front door, around the side of the building, and located the brightly lit windows of Bell's office. Even out there, they could hear Jane's pitiful screams and sobs. Melvin was so angry he could hardly see. He pulled himself together, helped the boys put the ladder in place, and then led the way again. As he reached the top of the ladder, he could see into the office. He could see everything that was happening.
"That bastard," he said. "That lousy sadistic bastard."
Jane felt herself drifting beyond pain, into a half-faint numbness. She could still feel Bell's monstrous rigid cock reaming deep in her torn asshole, but somehow it didn't hurt quite so much. That was a blessing, because she had given up hope of rescue by now. It was long past the time when Melvin and the boys should have come through the door., She couldn't imagine why they'd backed out of the plan. Perhaps they feared the headmaster too much. She only knew that she'd been abandoned, and that no one was going to spare her from this terrible torture.
Why, Melvin, why? she thought dazedly. She glanced at the door, hoping he might still come. That was when she saw the key, sticking right there in the keyhole where she should have noticed it before. Of course, Bell had locked the door. If only she'd had her wits about her, she might have unlocked it when he wasn't looking, but it was too late now. Melvin and the boys couldn't get in, couldn't save her from having her ass ripped out by this fiend. The only person who could help her was herself.
"Please," she said desperately, "please stop before you hurt me any more. I'll do whatever you want. I'll suck your cock, anything."
"Oh, will you?" Bell paused momentarily in his furious humping, letting his shit-stained prick rest halfway in her torn and bleeding rectum. "That's nice to hear," he said mockingly. "You'll suck my cock, will you?"
"Yes, anything you want," said Jane.
"Let me cram it down your throat?" he said.
She gagged at the very thought, but it would be better than this torture. "Yes, yes," she said, "you can put it in my throat."
"Will you eat my cum?" he said nastily.
"Yes," she said, "anything."
Bell laughed coldly. "Well, that's very interesting. It's fantastic how your attitudes have changed in the last few minutes. Tell me this, will you suck my balls?"
"Yes," Jane said numbly. "I'll suck your balls."
"Not exciting enough," said Bell. "Let me think. Will you stick your tongue up my ass and eat my shit?"
Jane felt dizzy with nausea. The man was a monster, a sadist. Yet she had no choice, not unless she wanted him to go on ripping her bowels to pieces. "Yes," she said miserably, "I'll do that. Please, just take your cock out of me. Then I'll do it."
"Your eagerness is gratifying," Bell said dryly, "but I think we'll postpone that little game for a while. I want to finish buggering you first. Later, my dear, you can suck my balls and lick my ass and all sorts of delightful things. You see, you deceitful cunt, those are just a few of the things you'll have to do for me in order to avoid punishment. You will go on teaching here, but your main job will be to amuse me. If you ever fail me, you know what the punishment will be." To emphasize this point, he rammed his rock-hard cock cruelly into her torn rectum.
Jane gave a piercing scream. It was hurting again. The blessed numbness had worn off, and now she knew she would die if he kept doing that to her. "Oh, please," she sobbed, "I've learned my lesson. You don't have to punish me any more. I'll do anything you want. Anything. Just stop hurting me."
Bell debated. It was wonderful fun fucking her incredibly tight hot anal hole, but perhaps he was hurting her too much. He'd have a hard time explaining what had happened if she ended up in a hospital. Reluctantly he pulled his long cock out of her bumhole. It was still rigidly stiff and steaming from her anal heat. The whole shaft was stained brown. He looked at it with disgust.
Jane gave a loud sob of relief. "Oh, thank you," she said.
"Never mind the thanks," said Bell. "Your work isn't over, not by a long shot. Get down on your knees, slut. Hurry up, do as I tell you."
Sobbing, Jane sank to her knees before him. His stiff shit-reeking prick swayed heavily before her. Bell stood over her, hands on hips, sneering at her.
"Lick it," he said. "Clean it up."
"Oh, God, no," said Jane. Was she reduced to this? Surely there was something he'd accept, short of making her lick the shit off his cock. "Please, anything but that."
Bell slapped her hard across the face. "Don't make me repeat it," he said. "Unless you want it in the ass again, you lick my cock clean. I'll give you one second to get started."
Jane stuck out her tongue and began to lick the nasty-tasting stuff off his heavy hot meat. She sobbed and struggled to keep from gagging. Bell watched her, grinning evilly. If she'd do this, she'd do anything. She was truly his slave. He watched her little pink tongue lapping timidly over the sensitive surface of his big penis, slowly licking it clean and white again. He could see how it sickened her, and this got him excited.
"That's not fast enough," he said. "Take it in your mouth."
Jane gagged and choked, but she quickly controlled it, knowing she had no choice but to do as he ordered. She opened her mouth and saw his evilly grinning face as he bent forward and placed his vUe-smelling cock on her tongue. Sobbing, she closed her mouth around it. Bell shivered with pleasure as her hot juicy mouth absorbed his hungry prick.
"That's right," he said. "Suck it! Eat it! Eat all the shit off it, bitch! Not like that, not like you hated it. Let's have a little action. Do it like you loved the taste. Hurry up!"
Jane began to suck him hard and noisily. She tried to make it sound hungry and enthusiastic, like he had told her to. She also tried to shut her mind to what was happening. Melvin couldn't have abandoned her completely, she was sure of that. When he found he couldn't open the door, he must have heard her screams and gone to call the police. He would send someone to help her. If she could just hold out a little longer, George Bell would still receive the punishment he deserved. This thought alone enabled her to go on sucking his huge strong-tasting cock.
"That's good," he said, "but not good enough. Bend your head back and take it in your throat. Come on, you cunt, I want you to take all of it."
He seized her hair and jerked her head back sharply. Jane felt his cruelly thick penis stuffing her throat. She gagged and almost fainted, but even the protesting convulsions of her throat muscles couldn't stop him. Tears rolled down her face as George Bell growled and snorted and fucked her throat like a wild animal. For a moment he was completely caught up in the pleasure of it, but when he glanced at her tearful face, he scowled with rage.
"Oh, you don't like it?" he said. "Well, that won't do. I want you to like it. I want you to beg for more of it. I won't be satisfied till you tell me you love it."
He ripped his thick meat from her throat, and Jane collapsed on the floor, sobbing. "Come on," he said, "tell me. Tell me what I want to hear. You love eating my cock. You want it in your throat. Hurry up, tell me."
It was too much. He had pushed her too far this time. She wouldn't submit to this final indignity. "No," she said sullenly, "I won't do it. I'll tell you the truth. I hate you, I hate everything about you. You're sick in the head, you're a sadist, and I despise you."
Bell trembled with rage. "Oh, so that's how you want to play it? Well, I warned you what would happen. I'll have to punish you again."
Limp and weak from pain, Jane could not fight him off. He lifted her roughly and slammed her face-down on the desk, pulling her legs wide apart. She knew what was coming, but she couldn't hold back her terrified scream as George Bell once again rammed his brutally hard long penis into her torn and bleeding rectum.
"AAAGGGHHH," she shrieked. "NO, NO."
"Take it, bitch," he snarled. "Take it, you dirty cunt, you-"
He stopped suddenly, and Jane heard nothing but his harsh breathing. She looked up and saw that he was staring, horrified, in the direction of the window. Then there was the loud crash of glass breaking. She turned and saw Melvin Davis kicking out the window, then leaping into the room. Right after him came Rob, Tim, and Donny.
George Bell leaped back, his smoking cock popping from her raped asshole. "Now, wait," he said plaintively, "just wait a minute, Davis. You don't understand. She wanted it. She begged for it."
"Oh, sure," said Melvin. "That's why she was screaming and crying. You lousy sonofabitch. I saw you. I saw how you forced her, you creep."
"No, no," said Bell, backing up. "It wasn't like that, I swear it. I-"
Jane heard the sharp crack of knuckles on jawbone, and she sat up in time to see George Bell hitting the wall with a thunderous crash. He slid to the floor glassy-eyed, blood running from a gash on his jaw, while Melvin Davis stood over him, glaring.
"You're through, Bell," he said. "You've had it. I'll see that you never get another position in any school. You boys saw what he did. You saw him commit an act of sodomy and rape, didn't you?"
"We sure did," said Rob. "A creep like him oughta be locked up in the squirrel tank."
"I don't care where they put him," said Melvin, "so long as they get him out of this school." He walked over to Jane and gently helped her into her robe. "You go upstairs and rest," he said. "I'll be along in a moment. Do you want me to call a doctor?"
Jane looked at him adoringly. He seemed wonderful to her even with his glasses hanging low and crooked on his nose. "No," she said, "I'll be all right. Just hurry, Melvin. I'll be waiting for you."
Melvin blushed furiously, but not from shyness. He strode to the telephone, and as Jane left the room, she heard him saying, "Operator, get me the police."
An hour later the police had come and gone. George Bell's feeble defense had collapsed quickly when the detectives heard the testimony of Jane, Melvin, and the boys. Bell was handcuffed and taken away, broken and bewildered. When the school was quiet again, Melvin took the three boys up to his room and offered them each a drink from his secret cache.
"You deserve it," he said, "even if it is against the rules. Here's to you, boys. We couldn't have managed without your help." He tossed down a shot glass of scotch, only then realizing how much he'd needed a drink.
Manfully, Rob, Donny and Tim imitated him, tossing down their drinks in one swallow. They began to cough and gasp. Melvin had to turn away for a moment to keep them from seeing his grin. He composed his face along more serious lines, since he had something serious to say to them.
"Now, boys," he said, "after all you've done to help me, I feel rather badly about what I have to say next. However, when you think it over, I believe you'll understand. These little escapades of yours with Miss Todd cannot continue. They could get her into trouble, and they could get you into trouble. More to the point," he went on, blushing a little, "Miss Todd is my girl now. Naturally I don't want to share her with anyone else."
The three boys exchanged disappointed glances. Their respect and admiration for Melvin Davis won the day, however. "That's all right, sir," said Rob, the spokesman for the group. "We understand. We hope you and Miss Todd will be very happy. It's just that-Well-"
"It's just that it's going to be hell not having a girl of our own any more," said Tim. "I mean, now that we've found out how much fun it is to, uh, uh-"
Melvin held up his hand for silence. He couldn't help grinning. "I understand, boys," he said. "Believe me, I understand. I know what it's like to be horny, and I think I have the answer to your problem. I happen to know a young lady-Well, she's not exactly young, but she's no dog, and she's very, very friendly. To put it bluntly, for ten dollars she'll do just about anything your Utile hearts desire. I happen to know that you boys receive ample allowances from your parents, so there should be no problem, provided you can bring yourselves to give up unnecessary luxuries like cigarettes, dirty postcards, and bubble gum."
"Screw bubble gum," said Rob.
"Who needs it?" said Tim.
"How do we find this girl?" said Donny.
Melvin went to his desk. "I'll write down her phone number," he said. "I'm sure she'll welcome your patronage. Now I want you all to go to bed. Remember, you've got a biology exam tomorrow in my class."
There was a chorus of moans and groans. Melvin escorted the boys to their dorms, then headed for Jane's room. He felt his old shyness coming back, now that the excitement was over. Certainly he'd taken a lot for granted when he told the boys that Jane was his girl now. He really wasn't sure how she felt about him. Naturally she was grateful to him for saving her from Bell, but that didn't mean she wanted to be his girl. He began to sweat as he approached her door. What should he say? How should he act? He wanted desperately to impress her. He felt sure that Jane was the ideal woman for him, if only she could learn to love him, but he simply didn't know where to start. He'd always been so inept with women.
He paused outside her door and straightened his pajamas. Perhaps he should have gotten dressed. He was sweating like mad, and his heart was pounding. His damned glasses were slipping down his nose again. He was almost sure she'd laugh at him. She hadn't even opened the door yet, and already he was blushing, red as a beet.
Damn his shyness. He wouldn't let it spoil things for him again. Trembling, he raised his hand and knocked at Jane Todd's bedroom door.
There was no answer.
After the police had questioned her, Jane decided to have a long hot bath. It was just what she needed to soothe her strained nerves and aching body. Thank God, Bell had done her no permanent damage. Already she was beginning to feel a lot better, and in a few days even her poor torn rectum would be healed. Her nerves were on edge, though. It was hard to forget Bell's brutality, and it was hard not to wonder where she would go from here, what her life would be like from now on. It seemed hard to believe, but she had been at Hillcrest Academy only one day. One short day, and her whole life had changed. She had discovered the joys of sex, but in doing so, she had also found a beast within herself. She was terrified that her insatiable lust would lead her into even greater disgrace and degradation. She couldn't live with herself if that happened. It was better to leave Hillcrest, to get away from temptation, and go back to her old sexless spinster ways. She couldn't trust herself around all these Utile boys.
There was just one thing holding her back-the thought of Melvin Davis. She wondered if she could bear to leave him.
Jane lay in the warm bath water, remembering how wonderful he had looked to her when he crashed through the window and beat up George Bell. She loved him for that. It didn't necessarily mean that he loved her, however. My God, considering what he knew, how could he love her?
He probably despised her. He'd been looking through the keyhole of her bedroom while she took on three little boys at once. He knew she'd been making it with Bell. How could he have any respect for a woman like her?
Jane wept softly. Davis was the one man in her life whom she could love and respect, the one man she wanted-and she'd blown her chances with him. If only they'd met sooner.
Just then she heard someone knocking at her bedroom door. It was probably Melvin, stopping by to bid her a polite good night, barely able to conceal his disgust at her behavior. There was no point going to the door. She was going to lose him anyway. She might as well spare herself the pain of saying good-bye to him.
The knocking stopped, and after a moment she heard the shuffle of his slippers in the hall as he walked away. She couldn't stand it. She had to try, at least. If she lost this good man, she'd never forgive herself. Maybe he'd reject her, maybe he'd sneer at her, but she had to try.
Jane leaped from the bathtub, not bothering to hunt for her robe. She ran through her room, dripping water, and flung open the door to the hall. He was gone. No, wait, she could just see the top of his head as he went down the stairs.
"Melvin," she said urgently.
Melvin Davis turned, retraced a few steps, and looked up to see Jane Todd standing absolutely naked in the doorway of her room, dripping bath water. Her big beautiful tits quivered, and her handsome face was flushed and eager. Her tiny dark triangle of mons fur glistened, and behind it he could just barely see the scarlet of her plump labial folds.
He felt his cock go rock-hard in his pajamas.
"Uh, yes, Miss Todd?" he said.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Jane looked down at her dripping naked body and blushed deeply. She quickly stepped behind the door, just sticking her head out, and smiled at Melvin. "I was taking a bath when you knocked," she said. "Won't you please come in? I'll just slip on a robe and be right with you."
Melvin wanted to tell her to skip the robe and just get into bed. He was certainly ready. Of course there was no way he'd do anything like that, being too shy and too much the gentleman. He knew himself all too well. They'd have a polite little talk, he'd sneak hungry glances at her body, and then he'd go away horny. It would all be worth it, however, just to be near her again.
"Oh, thank you," he said. "Yes, I'll stop in for a moment."
Jane disappeared, leaving her door ajar. Melvin went in and took a chair, trying to keep from trembling and blushing. He put his hands in his lap, covering his half-stiffened cock. In a moment Jane came out of the bathroom wearing the sheer red robe he'd liked so much, the one that permitted him to see right through to her pretty pink nipples and little dark snatch. This time she didn't try to cover her pussy, either. She pulled up a chair and sat down almost close enough for them to touch knees. Melvin swallowed hard and prayed that he wouldn't stutter and stammer. He tried to keep his horny eyes off her tits and snatch. Oh, Christ, how he wanted this woman.
"Well, then," said Jane, "how did it go downstairs? Was Bell arrested?"
"Oh, yes," said Melvin, his voice squeaking just a little. "They took him away. He's charged with rape and what they call 'unnatural acts.' That ought to finish his career as an educator."
"Thank God," said Jane. "That vile man. This school will be a much better place now that he's gone. I wonder whom the Board will choose as the new headmaster? I think you'd be awfully good at the job, Melvin."
He blushed deeply. "Why, thank you, Miss Todd."
Jane laughed. He noticed that her big tits jiggled enticingly when she laughed. "Please," she said, "don't be so formal. After all we've been through tonight, I think you've earned the right to call me Jane."
"Oh, thank you, Jane," he said, blushing deeper.
"You don't mind if I call you Melvin, do you?" she said.
"No, I like it," he said.
"Good. Anyhow, Melvin, I'm going to recommend to the Board that you be named the new headmaster. The boys are so fond of you, and I think you'd do a tremendous job."
Melvin glowed with pleasure. No woman had ever praised or admired him before, and it was especially welcome from Jane Todd. If only he could speak his mind now and tell her how much he wanted her to be his girl. If only he could be forceful like other men. He watched Jane cross her lovely long legs, and as she did so, her robe slipped open a little and he could see just a few sweet little pussy curls in the V of her crotch. Of course she was unaware of it. She was such a lady. He supposed he ought to say something about it, delicately inform her that she was exposing herself, but, damnit, he wanted to look. If he couldn't have her, at least he could look.
What he didn't know was that Jane had done it on purpose. She recognized his painful shyness and was trying to overcome it by making him so horny that he'd forget everything else. It wasn't as easy as she'd thought, however. Melvin's eyes were riveted to her crotch, and it almost looked as if his glasses were steaming up a Utile, but still he sat meekly and politely in his chair at arms' length from her, trying to behave like a gentleman. She wondered how far she would have to go to break through the barrier of his inhibitions. Perhaps alcohol would loosen him up.
"Would you like a drink, Melvin?" she said. "After all that excitement, I certainly need one."
"Why, yes, that's a good idea" said Melvin. "AUow me." From inside his robe he produced a silver flask, which he'd brought along in hopes of loosening Jane up a little. "My emergency supply," he said. "Sometimes when my classes haven't gone just right or the kids have given me trouble all day, I really appreciate a stiff drink. After work, of course."
"Of course," said Jane. She took the flask from him-making sure their fingers touched-and made two drinks. She hardly ever touched liquor, and the first sip seemed to go right to her head.
"Tell me, Melvin," she said, "how long have you been at Hillcrest?"
"Almost thirty years now," Melvin said wistfully. "I took the job right out of college. I've seen headmasters come and go. I must say, George Bell did a good job on discipline. In other respects, of course, he was thoroughly unsuitable, but at least he kept the troops in line. We had a headmaster once, an old geezer named Worthington, who was so senile, he could hardly remember his own name. The kids ran riot around him."
"Well, that wouldn't do," said Jane, "but I don't think we need a sadist like George Bell, either. Tonight, before you rescued me, he used that paddle on me. Now I know how the kids feel. It's really cruel."
"That bastard," said Melvin. "He actually used the paddle on you? I hope you weren't too badly hurt."
Jane wriggled a little in her chair. "I doesn't feel so hot sitting down," she said. "I expect I'll be sore for a few days. Just look at this." She set aside her drink, stood up, and raised the back of her robe.
Melvin came half out of his chair, almost spilling his drink. He was glad Jane had her back to him and couldn't see the look of hungry horniness on his face. She had raised her robe up to her waist, completely uncovering her large but well-shaped buttocks, which were still rosy from the beating she'd taken. Melvin stared longingly at the big cushiony pale globes of her ass.
"Do you see any bruises?" she said.
"Uh, I'm not sure," said Melvin. "Let me look closer."
Trembling, he took a few steps toward her and peered closely at the silky white skin of her buttocks. Jane held quite still, giving him a leisurely view. She prayed that this little exhibition would turn him on. She was finding it very difficult to get through to the man. All her life she'd been ogled and gawked at, and it seemed as if every man she'd met wanted to stare at her tits and make nasty remarks. Melvin was different. He would look, but he wouldn't get out of line. Yet that was exactly what she wanted him to do-to get out of line, to make a pass, to grab her-anything to break the ice. Now she felt his timid breathing on the sensitive skin of her bruised buttocks, and his nearness excited her sharply. She felt hot creaming in her pussy. Come on, Melvin, she thought, live a little. Cop a feel.
"What do you think?" she said. "Any marks?"
"Uhhh," said Melvin. He was battling with himself, trying not to reach out and touch her. "No, I don't think so."
To Jane's great disappointment, he scurried back to his chair. As he sat down, she saw that his fly was enormously tented. He blushed scarlet and put his hands over the offending bulge. Well, at least she had aroused him, there was no doubt about that. With a sigh, she lowered her robe and sat down again. How in hell was she going to get through to this phenomenally polite and bashful man? Again she crossed her legs and let her robe fall open in front, this time revealing the whole little dark triangle of mons fur at her crotch. Melvin's eyes zipped to the spot, but he said nothing.
"What subjects do you teach besides biology?" she asked wearily.
"Oh, I teach all the science courses here," said Melvin, stuttering a little. "Math, chemistry, physics."
"My goodness," said Jane, cooing in admiration, "you must be very intelligent. I admire brains in a man, much more than muscles. I mean, looks are nothing. I like a man with a mind."
"Oh, do you?" said Melvin eagerly. "Most women don't even notice. They're interested in the handsome ones, and that's it. I'm afraid I've never had much luck with the ladies."
"But you've wanted to?"
Again Melvin blushed. "Oh, yes, I've wanted to. I'm only human." He squirmed in his chair. He certainly didn't want Jane to know how powerful and persistent his sex drive was. He wanted her to think of him as a gentleman. "Of course," he went on quickly, "I can understand why girls don't swoon over me. I'm not exactly Paul Newman. But you, Jane-I don't understand why you've never married. You're so attractive."
It was Jane's turn to blush. "I'm afraid I never thought much about it," she said. "I was always too busy with my career. I've never had too much time for men."
Melvin was thinking that she'd certainly made up for lost time since coming to Hillcrest. He had a sudden recollection of what he'd seen through the keyhole earlier that evening, of Jane taking on three young boys at once. He just had to know how that had happened. Was it possible that, like him, she was starved for sex? That she simply couldn't resist any opportunities that came along? He hoped he wouldn't be out of line, but he had to know.
"Uh, Jane," he said, "about tonight. I mean, before Bell burst into your room. I was wondering-I mean, how in the world did you ever get mixed up with those kids?"
To Melvin's horror, Jane blushed beet red and burst into tears. "Oh, my God," she said, "how you must despise me! You saw what I did. I know you can never respect me."
Melvin leaped from his chair, spilling his drink, and ran to put his arms around Jane, who was sobbing frantically. "Oh, forgive me," he said. "I didn't mean to upset you. I was just curious to know how a lady-like person like you could have gotten into such an involvement. Please don't cry. Oh, damn, I don't have a handkerchief!"
"That's all right," said Jane. "I can understand your curiosity. I'm curious myself. I don't know how I could have done such a terrible thing. I'm so ashamed."
Melvin was finding it hard to keep his hands still. He had his arms around her shoulders, and her big hot tits were pressing provocatively against his chest. Through the thin material of his pajamas he could feel her rigid pointed nipples. He yearned to run his hands all over her luscious body. Now was not the time, however. He must calm her down first.
"Jane," he said, patting her on the back, "I don't think you have anything to be ashamed of."
"You don't?" she said incredulously. "But, Melvin, think what I did. Not only were those boys young enough to be my sons, but I-I had all three of them at once."
In fact this did strike Melvin as being a little far out, but he didn't say so. "Sex is nothing to be ashamed of," he said stoutly. "It's a perfectly natural urge. What you did with those boys was a private thing, and it didn't hurt anyone. You all had fun, and there's nothing wrong with that."
"Oh, Melvin, do you really think so?" said Jane. "I'd be so relieved if I could believe that."
"Believe it," said Melvin. "Of course," he said hopefully, "it would be better if you found somebody your own age."
"I know," Jane said gloomily, "but who'd want an old bag like me?"
"I would," said Melvin. "I mean, I don't think you're an old bag. I mean, I want you. I mean-" He stopped short, blushing furiously and cursing himself for being so blunt.
Jane was staring wonderingly at him. "You're really interested in ME?" she said. "You're not just being polite?"
"My God, no," said Melvin. "I wanted you from the moment I saw you."
"Oh, Melvin," she said, "I wanted you, too."
"You did?" he said incredulously.
They stared at each other. Neither one knew what to do next. Melvin supposed he ought to grab the chance to ask her out for dinner or to a movie, but somehow he was tongue-tied. Jane was waiting for him to make the next move, which she figured would be in the direction of the bed. When he did nothing and said nothing, she began to panic. They had come so close. Was she still going to lose him? She slowly slipped out of the chair, onto her knees, and put her arms around his neck.
"Would you like to kiss me, Melvin?" she said.
"Oh, yes," said Melvin. Then he just stared at her, as if paralyzed.
Jane gave a great sigh of impatience, leaned forward, and kissed him on the mouth. She felt him trembling, felt the heat of the blush that spread over his face. For a moment she got no response. Then he sighed and tightened his arms around her. She dug her tongue hungrily into his mouth. Melvin started, moaned, and sent his tongue tickling around hers. Against her belly she felt the long rock-hard line of his erect cock. He wanted her, no doubt about that. If she could just get him a little more excited, break through his inhibitions, then he would be hers. She leaned heavily on him, and they fell off balance, going down side by side on the floor. Melvin moaned and rubbed his painfully stiff prick against her belly. It excited Jane sharply, and her cunt contracted convulsively and spat out a hot load of cream. God, how she wanted this man!
Melvin was having a terrible struggle with himself. He wanted to leap onto her gorgeous body, plunge his cock into her, and fuck her like mad. However, she was a lady, and he was supposedly a gentleman. He couldn't just rape her. All she'd wanted was a kiss, and he was thinking of an orgy. He must restrain himself. He mustn't lose her.
He started to pull away. Jane, seeking desperately to keep him, reached down and touched the red-hot rigid bulge of his prick, rubbing it through his pajamas. Melvin started and broke their kiss, staring at her in disbelief.
"Uh, Jane," he said nervously, "do you know what you're touching?"
"Umm-hmm," said Jane.
She opened the fly of his pajamas and slowly lifted out his heavy hot meat. She almost gasped aloud with wonder when she saw it. She'd thought nobody could have a bigger cock than George Bell, but she was wrong. Melvin's enormous tool was a good nine inches long and tremendously thick. It felt very heavy and rigid and hot in her hand. The uncircumcised tip was half covered with pale wrinkled skin. Jane moaned softly and seized the loose flesh between her thumb and forefinger, slowly working it back over the engorged reddish-purple glans. When she had completely unveiled the swollen nut, she trailed the tip of her finger slowly around the sensitive moist flesh. Melvin shivered with pleasure.
No woman had ever played with his cock before. None had ever admired it breathlessly the way Jane was doing. He was a little embarrassed and a little surprised at her behavior, but he certainly wasn't going to ask her to stop. He sighed and settled back, letting her touch his hungry dick, praying she wouldn't come to her senses for awhile. He had imagined this moment a thousand times in his fantasies, never imagining that it might come true, that a beautiful woman would stare in unfeigned admiration and longing at his erect prick. He watched in wonder as her dainty fingers explored the shaft and gently caressed the sensitive head.
Jane wanted him so badly, she was almost ready to leap onto him and impale herself on his stiff meat. The man had a magnificent prick, just right for her mature starved vagina. As she imagined the incredible joy of having that enormous engine inside her, she moaned and shivered, and her cunt flooded out its ste-.my juices. If she could just keep Melvin from getting shy again and running away, if she could just keep him here beside her. ... She could tell that he loved having her play with his cock. She decided to make it even more fun for him. She bent low over him and flicked out her wet pink tongue, trailing the tip slowly up the long hard length of his penis.
Melvin's face broke into an ecstatic grin. All his life he'd wanted a woman to lick his penis, but he'd never dreamed it would actually happen. He was surprised that prim, dignified Miss Jane Todd would do such a thing, but what the hell? If she enjoyed it, he certainly wasn't going to tell her to stop. He sighed blissfully as he felt her hot wet little tongue lapping hungrily up and down the long hard length of his swollen dick. He felt her licking timidly just below his sensitive glans, and then, to his great joy, her tongue slid onto the purple meat at the tip of his cock, tickling and swishing all around in dizzying circles. It was the most intense pleasure he'd ever felt in his life. Helplessly he felt his cock begin to cream, and he glanced down to see thick white droplets of juice bubbling from the dark hole of his glans. Jane saw it, too, and she gave a strangled moan of lust and began eating it, lapping up the droplets and swallowing them as fast as they came.
"Oh, my God, Jane," he said hoarsely.
"Do you enjoy this, Melvin?" she said timidly.
"Christ, yes!" said Melvin.
Jane smiled to herself. At last she was beginning to break down the wall of his shyness. She had found the key, and she was determined to use it. So he liked it when she licked his cock? Well, then, he'd probably like it even more if she sucked it. The idea didn't repel her at all, as it had with George Ball. On the contrary, she hungered to do it. At the very thought of sucking him off, saliva pooled hotly and heavily in her mouth. There was nothing about this wonderful man that she disliked. She wanted to touch, taste, and love all of his long lanky body. With a growl of lust, she bent farther over him, seized his red-hot dick, and popped it into her mouth. "AAAHHH," said Melvin.
He felt his sensitive eager meat slipping into the juice furnace of her mouth, and it felt so great that he almost fainted. She took it all in, letting it slide down her hungry gripping throat so that she could get the full length of his great tool. Melvin's face twisted in a lusty grimace as she began to suck him loudly and noisily. He couldn't believe his good fortune. He'd come up here thinking he'd be lucky if she consented to have dinner with him, and here she was eating his cock. He looked shyly down at her and saw an ecstatic smile on her face as she busily worked her mouth up and down his long pale pole. His shaft gleamed with her saliva, and her tongue swished greedily all around his hot meat. He made up his mind then and there to marry her. What more could one ask for in a wife?
Jane was praying that he wouldn't be shocked by her behavior. Perhaps she should have taken things more slowly, but her lust for this man was running away with her. A brass band and a gang of photographers could have burst into the room at that moment, and she wouldn't have paused in her furious sucking. He tasted wonderful to her, she simply couldn't get enough of his huge hot cock. She made lewd hungry gurgling noises, and the sound of her sucking got loud and slurpy, her saliva running down his shaft.
Melvin wanted very much to shoot his load, but it wasn't time yet. Jane had proved how much she wanted him, and now he had to prove how he could please her. Reluctantly he seized her glossy head and gently pulled her mouth off his dripping cock. She gave him a frightened look. Had she somehow displeased him?
"Melvin?" she said. "Didn't you like it? Oh, God, I'm so sorry if I annoyed you."
"Annoyed me?" he said, laughing. "On the contrary, my dear, I nearly shot my load in your mouth. I didn't want that to happen. I wanted to save it for THIS!"
Jane squeaked with surprise as Melvin threw her onto her back, pulled open her robe, and fondled her big swollen tits with a mischievous grin. Her eyes glazed with horny pleasure at his touch. She opened her legs wide for him, and Melvin crawled between them, his rock-hard cock nudging her hot slick labial tissues. With trembling eager hands he fitted the huge swollen head of his prick to the hot juicy little mouth of her cunt. Jane shrieked her intense pleasure as she felt him gliding into her.
"Oh, darling," she whined, wrapping her legs around him, "yes, yes, YES!"
Melvin clung tightly to her, crushing her wonderful big breasts with his chest, digging his hungry meat to the very depths of her hot pulpy cunt. He felt her scalding cream all around him, heard her hoarse joyous moans as he stuffed her. He began to fuck her like a wild man, unable to hold himself back, but Jane loved it. She threw her long legs high in the air and slammed her boiling pussy around his thick impalement. It was the fulfillment of all his dreams, all his lonely erotic fantasies. All his life he'd wanted a beautiful, bright woman who also fucked like a bunny, and now he had found her. He didn't intend to let her go.
"Ohhh, fuck me, Melvin," she wailed. "Darling, darling. I love it so. Don't ever stop!"
"I'll do my best," said Melvin.
CHAPTER TWELVE
A few days later, Rob, Donny and Tim were leaning out the second story window of the main school building, waving good-bye to the new headmaster and his wife. Melvin and Jane were going on a short honeymoon before resuming their teaching duties. Everybody in school was talking about how much Melvin and Jane had changed since Mr. Bell left. Melvin didn't blush any more, and since becoming headmaster of the school he'd developed a very confident, commanding attitude. Jane wasn't grim and sour any longer. She seemed friendly and happy when she taught her classes. In fact, since becoming Melvin's wife, she hadn't even assigned any homework. It looked as if happy days were ahead for the boys at Hillcrest Academy.
"Well, there they go," said Tim, as he and his friends watched Melvin's car turn the corner and disappear.
"Lucky bastard," said Rob.
"Yeah," said Donny. "Just imagine, he gets to make it with Miss Todd whenever he wants."
The three boys sighed gloomily. It seemed as if they'd been horny forever. "Well," said Donny, "at least we have the phone number of that woman Mr. Davis was telling us about. We could give her a try."
"Ah, I dunno," said Rob. "She'd probably say we were too young or something. She'd just laugh at us. I think Mr. Davis just said that so we'd leave Miss Todd alone till he got a chance to marry her."
"Oh, I don't think so," said Tim. "Mr. Davis is all right. He wouldn't lie to us. I think we oughta call this dame. What've we got to lose?"
"Well, maybe you're right," said Rob. "Let's go down to the pay phone."
"You talk to her, Rob," said Donny. "You've got the deepest voice."
The woman's name was Irma. To his chagrin, Rob found his voice cracking a little as he said hello. "Uh, my name's Rob," he said, breaking into a nervous sweat. "A couple of friends and me would like to come see you. If you're not busy, I mean."
"Rob?" she said. "Are you the boy Mr. Davis told me about?"
"Mr. Davis talked to you?" said Rob. "What did he say?"
"Well, he said that if you and your friends called, I was to see you as soon as possible. Something about it being urgent."
"Oh, yeah, it's urgent, all right," said Rob breathlessly. "Could we come over right away, Irma?"
"Sure, kid," she said. "Bring ten bucks."
"We will. Gee, Irma, thanks." Rob hung up and turned to his pals with an incredulous grin. "Holy shit, she said we could come right over."
They pooled their change and found that they had nine dollars and seventy-five cents. Despair reigned until Donny got the idea of jimmying a piggy bank belonging to a kid named Izzy. "Izzy doesn't need it as much as we do," he reasoned. "All he ever spends it on is comic books and gum."
With the quarter pilfered from Izzy, they hurried to Irma's apartment a mile away, making it in record time. Giggling and shoving each other, they stood before her door. There was a card on the door which read:
"Miss Irma LaVerne, Professional Masseuse. By Appointment Only."
Rob swallowed hard, slicked back his hair one more time, and knocked at the door.
The door opened, and there stood a peroxide blonde about six feet tall in her high-heeled shoes. The boys felt dwarfed, not only be her great height but by her incredibly pointed breasts which jutted out aggressively under her black silk dressing gown. She wore thick mascara and bright red lipstick, and the front of her gown plunged so low that the boys could almost see her navel.
"Uh, hello," said Rob, his voice cracking. "We're Rob, Tim, and Donny. Are you Irma?"
"That's right, kids," said the woman, popping her chewing gum. "Come on in." She closed the door behind them and looked them over as they nervously entered the room. "Jeez, Melvin didn't tell me you were so young."
"We're all sixteen," said Tim.
"Oh, sure," said Irma, "and I'm Raquel Welch." She walked across the room, swinging her wide hips, and her huge breasts bounced and swayed, obviously unhindered by a bra. The boys noticed that the only furniture in this room was a king-sized bed with a red satin cover. "Well," said Irma, "I take it you boys came for a massage. Who's first?"
The boys exchanged dismal looks. How had they gotten their signals crossed? They'd understood from Mr. Davis that Irma would put out, and now she was talking about a crummy massage. The boys were far too intimidated by this blonde giantess to say anything, however. Mournfully Rob fished the ten dollars out of his jeans and handed it to Irma. I guess I'm first," he said gloomily. Okay," said Irma, "take off your clothes." Rob blushed furiously. His hands shook as he got out of his jeans and T-shirt and sneakers. Donny and Tim were tyring not to crack up as they observed his embarrassment. Irma took no particular interest in the sight of his naked body. "All right, kid," she said, "lie down on the bed. I gotta take this robe off. I don't want it to get sweaty."
The three boys gawked as Irma removed her robe and tossed it aside. Her tits were absolutely enormous, each one bigger than a boy's head, full and swollen and creamy white. The brown nipples moved back and forth like swift-flying tennis balls as she walked, and the boys' eyes moved right along with them. She was wearing only a tiny pair of blue bikini panties which didn't quite succeed in covering her curly brown snatch.
Irma strolled over to the bed and looked down at Rob, who was lying on his belly. "No, not like that," she said. "I want you on your back." She reached down and flipped the boy over without visible effort. Rob landed on his back, his small white cock flopping limply, his rosy balls jiggling. When he saw Irma looking at his cock, he blushed deeply. Sixteen my ass," she said.
Irma reached down and picked up Rob's limp little prick and began to rub it. Rob gawked at her. Donny and Tim gawked, too, and moved in for a closer look. Irma soberly observed the expressions of astonishment of the boys' faces and chewed her gum steadily. She continued to rub Rob's cock with one hand, and with the other she started to massage his tender little balls. The boys' eyes widened till they nearly popped. All of a sudden Irma broke into a raucous laugh.
"Hey, didn't Melvin tell you?" she said. "This is the only part of the body I massage. I'm what you might call a specialist."
Rob sank back onto the bed, his eyes rolling crazily, his mouth twisting into an ecstatic grin. Whatever Irma was doing, it felt great. Her expert hands made his cock and balls buzz with sharp pleasure. Already he was getting the stiffest cockstand of his life.
Irma looked down critically at his rigidly stiff little white dick. "Hmmm," she said, "not bad."
She let go of him and quickly pulled off her skimpy panties. As the boys gawked at her, she sprang onto the bed, straddled Rob's belly, and seized his hard little poker. She fitted the rosy-red head of his cock to the hot mushy mouth of her cunt. With a sigh, she slid down his small white pole, taking it all the way inside her red-hot box. She began to bounce up and down, working his needy little tool in her slick cunt.
"It's a new method of massage," she grinned. "It's called 'fucking.'"
The boys exchanged happy smiles.
"Had you fooled for a while, didn't I?" said Irma.
"You sure did," said Tim. "We thought Mr. Davis had made a mistake."
"Listen to me, kid," said Irma. "Melvin Davis is a swell guy, and I'd do anything for him. He said I should give you the time of your lives, and that's what I intend to do. He said you did him a big favor."
"I guess we did," said Donny, "but not as big as the favor he's doing us."
Rob's stiff Utile poker was beginning to make a loud slurping sound in Irma's cunt. She sighed and began to move faster. "Let's not talk any more, boys," she said. "When I work, I like to concentrate on what I'm doing."
