This novel deals with pedophilia-an erotic love of children.
In Three for the Teacher Eileen Bannell is involved with boys between the ages of twelve and fifteen years.
Often a woman finds herself torn between the natural, healthy desire to enjoy sex and the artificial, tradition-imposed guilt of physical pleasure. In some women, the result is a fear of sexual activity despite acceptance of the natural desires. Such women wish to involve themselves in sex but want full control over the situation. If a child is the sexual partner, control is easily maintained.
But the feeling of guilt is still very much present, especially since the seduction of a child is more wrong, morally, than illicit sex. To compensate, the individual invents an excuse.
She may fantasize to salve her conscience. She may dream up situations, then unconsciously act them out. During the imagining process, an entirely new character emerges to commit the act. The woman submerges herself in this character; the real person is totally unaware of the action.
Or she may manipulate the situation so that she is "forced to submit," thus excusing herself from any guilt. Eileen Bannell, in order to enjoy sexual relations with the young boys she taught, chose this course. She would seduce the youngsters, then trick them into threatening her with possible exposure if she would not cater to their aroused prurient desires. But she was not the victim! The young boys who blackmailed her were!
The woman who escapes guilt by assuming another personality invariably ends up under psychiatric care.
The second case often resolves itself. Eileen Bannell does discover another outlet for her physical desires and in the process develops a new, healthier outlook.
This book describes how she recognized her problem and did something about it.
-THE PUBLISHERS
CHAPTER ONE
"Where law ends, tyranny begins," Mr. Henshaw started his speech to the assembled teachers. "That statement was made by William Pitt, Earl of Chatham. No truer words were spoken."
Eileen Bannell, young, blonde, and enthusiastic about her first job as a French teacher at the Noble Academy for Young Ladies and Gentlemen, listened to the welcoming speech.
The school was a private one located in the Royal Oak section of Detroit. It was a junior high school catering to the 12-to 15-year age group. There were separate dormitories for the students. The women teachers had single room accommodations on the ground floor of the girls' dorm. Male teachers had rooms with the boys.
Mr. Roger Henshaw, headmaster of the school, continued his speech in stentorian tones. " ... and in order to see that proper decorum is maintained, we at Noble Academy use corporal punishment.
"We do not tolerate disruptive or recalcitrant students. Or students unable to maintain proper academic achievement. When students do not adhere to our standards, we expect you to chastise them. We also frown on soft-hearted teachers!
"If you cannot punish a student, there is no place here for you. I expect to see weekly records of students who have been punished. Let us consider this a sort of quota system. Your records should reflect at least one daily disciplinary action. If you are squeamish about this, you better let me know now. We'll be happy to obtain a replacement for you."
Mr. Henshaw's admonition about punishment stirred Eileen. The thought of spanking or beating a boy's bare ass was exciting to her. Just the thought of seeing the boy's naked bottom or exposed genitals kindled a strange lascivious flame within her. A sensation that aroused a lust. Several times Eileen had experienced that desire. Now, Mr. Henshaw was giving her a license to satisfy this desire that burned within her.
She was excited to a point of conjuring up carnal episodes with her puerile pupils.
Her fantasy was interrupted by a male voice alongside of her.
"Cute little sadist, isn't he?"
Eileen turned her blue eyes toward the inquiring voice. He was a tall, well-built man about twenty-four or twenty-five years old. He had a heavy black moustache under an aquiline nose. His chin was square and determined. She looked into his smiling brown eyes.
"I don't think that's very funny!" she retorted. "That's what's wrong with our society today. Too permissive! A little discipline never hurt anyone."
She was going to say something more about the radical element in education, those pedagogues that felt a child should be unfettered by concern for manners, decorum, and maintaining good scholastic records, that the child should be free to express himself regardless of how. Instead, she turned away, vexed by the individual alongside of her.
"First year here?" he persisted in questioning her.
"I don't see where that's any concern of yours!" she snapped. His voice was a low whisper. In her annoyed state, Eileen's voice rose a little.
She could picture him smiling although she did not look at him. He seemed to be laughing as he answered, "Whoa! I'm on the same team as you are. There's no need to be so belligerent."
Angrily, she jerked around in her seat to face him. The smile was on his face! "Will you please stop bothering me?" she said.
Mr. Henshaw's voice boomed in the auditorium. "I am not accustomed to having others talk while I am speaking. Will those ill-mannered individuals continue their conversation afterwards? In fact, I would ask them to stand up and apologize for their lack of manners. If they were students, I would welcome them for a little reminder. However, since they are adults, I do not think they would confess to this breach of manners."
The staff members in the surrounding seats turned to look at them. Eileen's face was flushed with embarrassment. The man next to her stared back at them with an innocent air. Henshaw finally finished his speech. Eileen joined the others in applauding him.
As she left the building, Eileen felt someone tapping her on the shoulder.
"Hey! I don't want to start off on the wrong foot with you. Let's call a truce and be friends. Walter Archer's my name and teaching math is my game," he introduced himself.
At least she found out the name of this persistently intrusive character. Turning on him, Eileen answered, "My name is Miss Bannell. I teach French here. I would appreciate it if you would stop annoying me."
He snapped his fingers in elated discovery. "I knew it! I knew it! Eileen Bannell! Only a pretty blonde like you could be she!"
"How did you know my first name?" she asked, puzzled.
"Elementary, my dear Watson!" Walter replied. "I looked at the roster of names on the program. You have one in your hand now. There are only three new additions on the staff this year ... you, me, and a phys-ed. man. The three of us were sitting at the rear so that we wouldn't be too conspicuous. Are you going back to the dorm? Can I buy you a cup of coffee?"
"No, thank you! Good night, Mr. Archer!" Eileen said coldly. She turned on her heels and left him.
She didn't want to tell him that she was not in the dorm with the other female teachers. There wasn't any room for her. The school had found her a small furnished apartment in Oak Park about five minutes away from the school. Eileen was happier with this arrangement. The apartment afforded her more privacy. It also released her from the responsibilities that the other teachers had in the dorms.
Parking the car in front of the house, Eileen went into her two-room apartment. She pulled the shades and undressed. There was a large mirror in over her dresser. By standing a few feet back from the dresser, Eileen could see her full body.
Her five-foot-five frame was adequately endowed with feminine attributes. She had a 38-inch bust, conical in shape. The upper part of her tits were concave, a fleshy depression that accentuated the rosy nippled tips. A convex fullness to the bottom of her tits added to its sensual look.
Eileen's body tapered and flared at the waist. Her shapely body was supported by two well-proportioned legs. Centered between her thighs was a blonde triangular patch that covered her enticing snatch. The blonde hairs did not camouflage the pouting, thick lips of her cunt.
A capricious fancy struck her as she gazed at her naked body. Her hands fondled her boobs in an obscene gesture. A wild licentious thought made her reach for her cunt. She began to tease the moist fleshy slit.
Just suppose, she thought! Just suppose I find one of these boys naked and I seduce him! I wonder what it would be like! Would it be as exciting as being fucked by an older man?
A kaleidoscope montage of erotic scenes flashed across her mind. Eileen was twenty-three now. When she was fifteen, her stepfather raped her with her consent. The scene was vividly etched in her mind at this moment. She remembered her mother discovering their assignation. Her mother beat the living daylights out of her. Mrs. Bannell obtained her second divorce.
Eileen was kept under strict parental supervision. Her mother made her go to college near home. This apartment away from home and this position represented freedom to Eileen. A freedom that had her mind spinning with salacious thoughts.
She went to bed with visions of little boys' bare asses being punished, their small balls shaking in the fleshy sacs as their bodies wriggled. In revenge, they assaulted and raped her. Laughter shook her body as she envisioned their ineffectual attempts.
The next day was class day. Eileen was up early and drove to the school cafeteria for breakfast. She gazed around the room. There seemed to be something missing. It was so quiet! That was it! There was little conversation among the students. The girls and boys ate their breakfast quietly.
They were all uniformly dressed. All the boys had their hair properly cut. Eileen was impressed by the sight.
"Looks more like a penitentiary than a school lunch room," the voice observed.
Eileen swiveled her head at the sound of the voice. Walter Archer sat down next to her.
"Good morning, Miss Bannell. Are you ready to do battle with this group of mutinous students?"
"I'm sorry I don't appreciate your sense of humor, Mr. Archer," Eileen replied. "But I would appreciate it very much if you would stop bothering me."
"The shortest distance between two points is a straight line. You couldn't be more direct, Miss Bannell. I hear and obey you. I will honor your request," he answered. "May I ask one favor before we bid adieu?"
Eileen sensed her leg was being pulled. Walter seemed to be mocking her. She wanted to get rid of him.
"All right!" she sighed in exasperated resignation. "What is the favor?"
"Please pass the sugar and cream. Thank you!" he said.
She was peeved at this put-on.
"Get it yourself!" she answered in a low angry voice. She stood up and left the table.
Her first class was Second Term French. The students stood up when she entered the room.
"Asseyez-vous!" she told the class. They sat down.
She exchanged simple sentences with the various students. They appeared to know their first term work. Her gaze rested on a young boy whose attention was centered on her desk. Eileen leaned down and peered back at the boy from under her desk. He was startled by her appearance.
Her desk was the open front type. She noticed that her skirt was partially hiked up. It was obvious that he was trying to see her cunt. Poor boy! She was wearing bikini type panties and a garter belt.
He was a pleasant-looking boy. Dark brown curly hair and soulful brown eyes. She called upon him asking his name and age in French. Standing up, the boy replied in French. His name was Eric Stannis and he was fourteen years old.
Eric stammered his reply. His face was flushed from embarrassment at being caught. Eileen was aware of a sensation that didn't involve any thought or perception. A light chilling feeling brushed along her spine. This was going to be her first victim.
She asked him whether he had any free periods.
The only free time Eric had that day was after three. Eileen made an appointment with him to meet her in front of the Correction Room, the room used for administering punishment for any infraction.
When the bell rang at the end of class, she reminded the boy of their appointment. During the day, Eileen kept looking at her watch. It moved slowly making her impatient as she waited for three. When the bell rang, she hurried to the room. Eric arrived several seconds later.
There was a little plaque attached to the door. On one side it simply stated ROOM AVAILABLE. The other side had the legend PUNISHMENT BEING ADMINISTERED.
Eileen opened the door and ushered Eric in. She locked the door. It was an accepted practice never to enter when the notice of punishment being administered was up, and she wanted to make certain no one disturbed her.
The interior of the room shocked her. It was a huge, bare room. On the walls were glass-enclosed cabinets. Visible were various birch rods, straps, paddle-boards, and other instruments for administering corporal punishment. In the center of the room was a small balustrade.
The delinquent child rested the arms upon the railing or grasped it for support. He or she would assume a bent over position with an exposed, bare bottom. Regardless of the infraction, no child could receive more than a half-dozen blows. The choice of instrument reflected the severity of the punishment. For a first or minor offense, the birch rod was used.
A responsive chord triggered an erotic sensation as Eileen surveyed the instruments at her disposal.
"It wasn't very gentlemanly to look up my skirt, Eric," she said. "I'm afraid I will have to teach you never to do it again."
His eyes brimmed with tears. They shone with a watery lustre. He sniffed. "Please, Miss Bannell, I'm sorry. Honest, I won't do it again. Please, don't beat me," he pleaded.
"I'm sorry too, Eric," she replied. "You still have to be punished. Put your books and jacket on the chair over there. Then drop your pants and take your position by the rail," she ordered.
While the boy abjectly obeyed Eileen's command, she went to the cabinet and selected a birch rod, one that would not inflict too much pain upon Eric.
He sobbed softly as he took his position. It was pathetic! Eileen felt sorry for him. Her carnal lust was stronger.
"Tuck up your shirt around your waist!" she ordered.
"Please, Miss Bannell, please. Don't punish me! I promise I won't ever do anything wrong again," he said in an attempt to win a reprieve.
"Pull your underwear down!" she demanded.
"But ... but ... I'll be naked! It's not proper to expose myself that way to a woman," he protested weakly.
Eileen tried to emphasize her displeasure at his objection by making her voice sound angry. "Will you stop this dallying? The faster we get this over with, the better it will be for both of us. If you persist in this attitude, I will be forced to use the strap. Now, hurry up! Drop your underwear!"
Verbally beaten into submission, Eric pulled down his underwear. Eileen's lustful eyes gazed upon the soft, rounded buttocks. He had a small ass. His legs were close together to hide his malehood. A satanic smile with salacious overtones creased her face.
The birch rod whistled as it cut through the air in a downward sweep. Eric hunched his shoulders and gripped the railing tightly to absorb the blows. Eileen felt the first blow strike the unprotected flesh.
"OWW!" Eric cried out. His ass trembled at the blow. A large welt appeared. He began to cry and his body shook from the sobs.
Eileen was gripped by a sensual feeling as she continued to whip the bare ass in front of her.
FWITT! The wooden limb cut through the air.
FWITT, FWITT! Again and again, the rod sliced down upon the boy's ass.
Each blow made him cry out in pain and hurt. Each blow sent voluptuous shivers through her body. She couldn't wait until she delivered the last of the strokes. Her libidinous inclination had devised a devious plan to seduce the youth.
After the sixth blow, Eileen came closer to Eric. He started to reach for his underwear to hide his humiliation.
"Wait a minute!" she insisted. "I have to examine you to make sure I didn't injure you too much. Stay right where you are!"
"But I'm all right!" Eric protested.
"I'll tell you when you're all right!" she snapped back at him. "Just stay the way you are!"
Visually, she examined the punished flesh. Such a small tender ass, she thought! She touched the rounded cheeks near the bottom curve. That part of his ass had escaped the blows.
The tactile exploration sparked an electrifying current that shot into her cunt. A dampness began to form in her dry box. Eric flinched at the contact.
"Please, Miss Bannell, you shouldn't be doing that!" he whined plaintively.
"Oh! Stop being such a prude! When the nurse examines you, it's the same thing. I just want to make sure everything is all right. You just behave yourself until I finish. Or else I'll have you back here tomorrow for some more," she threatened. "Do you want that?"
Eileen continued to satisfy her carnal desires. She didn't want to be too obvious. Her search of his ass was short.
"Turn around!" she ordered.
Eric stood up from the rail. Turning around, he placed his hands modestly in front of his genitals. Eileen was kneeling in front of him. She saw the small bush of pubic hairs beginning to fill in. Lovely curly black hair! Pulling his hands away, she gazed with sensual longing at his small dinger.
"This isn't right!" Eric told her.
"Eric!" she snapped in exasperated annoyance. "I told you! I want to make sure that I didn't hurt you. Just make believe I'm a nurse or a doctor and stop being so modest."
Stoically, he bore the indignity. Eileen reached out and cupped his small sac of marbles.
"Does that hurt?" she asked, trying to sound professional.
"Nooo!" he answered hesitantly. He seemed Undecided about protesting or accepting his fate.
The bullet-shaped head of his peter partially protruded from the foreskin. It looked like a small ball-bearing housed in a socket. Eileen jerked the prepuce back and forth several times. She felt the small piece of flesh hardening.
"Please, Miss Bannell, don't do that to me!" he protested.
She knew why he was pleading with her to stop. Instead, she ignored him. The ruby pink cockhead emerged from its fleshy shell.
Gently, she peeled back the foreskin and studied it intently. "I see that you masturbate!" she declared. It was a bluff but it had the desired effect.
"Honest, Miss Bannell, I only did it once!" he confessed.
Eileen jerked her head up. Her eyes showed her displeasure. "Don't lie to me! I know that you boys like to masturbate and that you've done it more than once!"
A thrilling exhilaration filled her as she played with his erogenous toy.
"Please, please, Miss Bannell. Don't keep doing that! I'll ... I'll ... cum!" he blurted out.
"Oh?" she exclaimed in pretended surprise. "Then by all means, we have to make you cum. If we don't, you'll have an orgasm building up in your testicles and you'll get what is commonly called 'Lover's Nuts'," she lied.
She continued to tease his cock, jerking at the hard-on. The feel of that tiny piece of hot, turgid flesh in her hand sent a lance of erotic voluptuousness stabbing into her cunt. Eric's small frame began to tremble. His body shook as he cried out.
"Oh, oh! Look out! I'm cumming!" he announced in a husky, excited voice.
Eileen's palm closed over the tiny cockhead as it spurted out the milky cum. Her hand almost covered his little peter. The pulsating cock throbbed against her palm. She could feel his cum filling her fist.
He groaned in sexual gratification as his strong orgasm diminished in intensity.
She milked out the last drop into her damp palm. Going to her purse, she removed the cum with some Kleenex.
Smiling at Eric, she said, "Well! Wasn't that better than masturbating by yourself?"
Responding to her friendly attitude, he smiled back. "Yes, Miss Bannell," he agreed.
"Good! And we'll keep this our little secret, won't we?" There was an ominous overtone in the question. Eric was bright enough to realize what she meant by the question.
He nodded. "Yes, Miss Bannell."
"Good! I'm sorry that we had to do this this way. But you had to be made an example of. Otherwise, all the other boys would take liberties and try to look up my dress," she told him. "However, I feel that you should receive some compensation for your troubles. So, I'm going to show you what you were trying to see."
Eric's eyes widened in surprise. His mouth gaped open. Eileen removed her skirt. Carefully, she stepped out of her half slip. Standing before him in her panties and garter belt, she removed them.
He stood there, fascinated, in a state of shock. A mischievous smile played across her face as she saw his reaction. She was naked from the hips down. Her fingers parted the damp folds of her cunt. The reddish, glistening flesh of her anxious pussy had a lopsided grin.
"Come here, Eric!" It was a softly directed request.
The young boy moved closer. His eyes never left the exposed sight offered him. He was bewitched by the erogenous vision offered for his inspection.
"Kneel in front of my cunt!" she told him.
Entranced by the affair, Eric followed her direction. His face was about a foot away from Eileen's tempting snatch.
"Go ahead and touch it!" she invited him.
Hesitantly, he raised his hand toward the cunt she still held open for his view. At his touch, the hairs on the back of her neck bristled. Goose bumps prickled her skin sending exquisite chills down her spine. The sensation reached the base of Eileen's spine and bounced into her quim.
"Put your finger inside and wiggle it!" She was taking him step by step along a road that had no turning back for either one. Neither one seemed to care. They were both involved in erotic play. A compromising situation where they were irrevocably committed.
Eric needed no further encouragement. His small finger was pushed up her cunny. He frigged her wet snatch frantically. His face was flushed with excitement.
Eileen placed her hands on his shoulders for support. The delicious thrill of his jabbing digit filled her with ecstatic bliss. She closed her eyes to savor this wonderful moment.
"Suck my cunt!" she whispered hoarsely. It was a plea for sexual gratification.
His small, sensual mouth pressed against her sensitively aware pussy. As he started to lick her responsive flesh, she groaned in pleasurable satisfaction.
"Mmmmm!" she murmured. "Move your tongue near the top of my slit," she instructed him. "You'll find a little button. That's my clitoris. Suck it hard!"
Eric's tongue traveled upward and discovered the little man in the boat. Awkwardly, his lips fastened on to the sensitive piece of flesh. Like a dingible hooking onto its mooring, Eric latched on to her clitty.
His soft lips tugged and teased her clitoris. He was unaware of the stimulation he was giving Eileen. The act was exciting to him. He was also obeying his mistress. That was all that mattered to him at this moment.
Soft, moist sucking sounds came from his lips as he continued to maintain the lascivious stimulation of her cunt. She pressed his face closer to her ravished twat. Her body swayed as he lavished his oral tribute upon her venereal papule. She held on to him to keep from collapsing.
Her knees buckled slightly. Her pulse beat quickened. The rapacious passion burned fiercely within Eileen's heated body. A light flush of erotic arousal filled her cheeks. Her nostrils flared at the intoxicating stimulation.
Ohhhrrr!" she moaned. "Ohhhrrr! That feels so good, Eric! I love the way you are pleasing me."
She tumbled her hips sinuously, grinding her cunt deeper into his face. Deep within her tiny clitoral node, Eileen felt the delirium of a climax building. Any minute it would explode!
In the roots of the orally captured flesh, she felt the orgasm. It was expanding! Fighting to seek release from its confined quarters. Soon it would burst in a voluptuous explosion! The erotic pressure battered the sluice gates. It gave way and sent a climactic torrent cascading into her twat.
"I'm cumming, I'm cumming!" she cried out. "Quick! Catch my cum!" It was an urgent demand.
Eric fitted his oral chalice over her dripping cunt. Instinctively, his tongue darted inside the fleshy lips. He licked the musky dew that dribbled down.
During the onset of her orgasm, Eileen's hips began to buck. Her pelvis jerked in erratic twitches. As her cum flowed copiously into the vestibule of her quim, she pressed Eric's face closer to her snatch. His hands reached out and clasped her buttocks. She felt his small hands squeezing her ample asscheeks.
When the ejotic churning in her cunt died down, Eileen released her hold. She was emotionally spent! Gazing down tenderly, she found Eric staring back at her in admiration. His chin glistened with saliva and her cum. Eileen noticed that he had another hard-on.
She was tempted to suck him off. His little pintle was very enticing. She realized that they had already spent too much time in this room. Someone might wonder what disciplinary action could take so long! Hurriedly, she dressed herself.
Eric stood up. He still had a hard-on but it was slowly shrinking. Eileen cautioned him again about being discreet. His nodding head assured her that their secret liaison would be kept secret.
He dressed and adjusted his clothing. To any observer, the two appeared normal. Nothing irregular had transpired other than an administration of punishment.
Eileen admonished him to avoid discussion with his classmates. Their affair was to be kept a secret. As a reward for his silence, Eileen promised another exciting session. She would make some arrangement. Her mind was racing ahead to their next meeting. She would use some excuse to get him to her apartment. There, they could enjoy a sexual encounter without the fear of being discovered. His reaction told her she had gained a willing recruit.
She left her newly initiated sex partner in a state of blissful anticipation of their next encounter. As Eileen drove back to her apartment, she felt a twinge of conscience. She had corrupted the morals of a minor. What she did was wrong! Mentally, she debated the issue with her conscience.
The experience was too exciting to give up. Somewhere there had to be a rationale. Some excuse that was acceptable! A way to have her cake and eat it! Eileen smiled at the phrase. Her thought dwelled on the eventual moment Eric's cock would be in her mouth. She would take advantage of the young pupil and rape him.
That was the answer! Rape! What if Eric raped her? Forced her into a compromising situation? It was perfect! She could still enjoy having sex with him without any qualms. No recriminations, no guilty feelings!
The solution was so simple! Eileen excitedly headed her car toward the city. There were quite a few things she had to buy for the charade she planned. Oh, it was beautiful! Her mind was filled with erotic scenes. Her cunt started to salivate at the libidinous thoughts. She couldn't wait until her next meeting with Eric.
CHAPTER TWO
Eileen cut into Woodward Avenue, passed through Highland Park and headed toward Hamtramck. She drove around until she found the store she was looking for. The clerk leered obscenely at her as she made her purchases. She tried to maintain an aloof attitude. Eileen had some difficulty, in view of the type of items she was buying. Under the circumstances, she was relatively composed.
After leaving that store, Eileen stopped at a hardware shop. She purchased some clothesline rope. There was one more stop on her shopping itinerary. At a doctor's office, she obtained a prescription for contraceptive pills. Even a juvenile stud could knock her up. Eileen wasn't entertaining any thoughts of becoming pregnant to satisfy her erotic whims.
Later that evening, Eileen examined her newly acquired sex toys. She envisioned how they were to be used on her. She planned every detail of her campaign. Even down to the valid excuse for having Eric in her room. Her body tingled with voluptuous expectation as she plotted out her sexual scheme. It seemed foolproof. She couldn't wait for the following day to begin this little subterfuge.
Walter Archer sat down alongside her the next morning at breakfast. He was getting to be a nuisance.
"Good morning!" he greeted her cheerfully. "Have you filled the daily quote?"
"What is that supposed to mean?" she answered hostilely.
His eyes widened in pretended innocence. "Nothing, really! I was just making conversation. Old Henshaw would be disappointed if us pedagogues shirked our duties of beating up at least one kid a day."
"Really! Mr. Archer! Your manners and attitude are offensive to me. Why do you persist in annoying me?" she asked.
"Pardon me for breathing!" he answered. "I just think that Henshaw is all wet with his disciplinary tactics."
"It wouldn't surprise me if you were the type to press some kind of formal charges against Mr. Henshaw," she told him.
He grinned. "How did you guess? I'm not really a math teacher. I'm an investigator from the State Board," he said.
"You have a strange sense of humor, Mr. Archer," she answered. "Why is everything such a joke to you? Why can't you be serious? You're smug, flippant, and I find you obnoxious."
"Thanks for the compliments. How about my faults?" he teased her. "By the way, did anyone ever tell you that you are prettier when you're angry."
"Oh!" she gasped in exasperation. "You are impossible!"
Eileen rose from the table. Archer was intolerable! Yet, under different circumstances, Archer's attention might be acceptable. She went to her first class still fuming over her encounter with the math teacher.
Her first class stood up respectfully at her entrance. They exchanged greetings in French.
Good morning, Miss Bannell. How are you?"
She would reply, "Good morning, my students. Iam fine, thank you. And how are you?"
She looked at her young lover. Eric smiled back at her. Her head nodded slightly in acknowledgement. Eileen watched her pupils carefully. As far as she could determine, no one tried to look up her dress. Even the young girls in the class kept their eyes fastened on her face.
At the sound of the bell, she called Eric to her desk. "Do you have any activities planned for this afternoon?" she asked him.
He shook his head. "If you should have any, tell that teacher you have to see me at three," she instructed him. "Whoever the teacher is, I must be informed of any change."
"Yes, Miss Bannell," he answered.
They looked at each other. Each trying to read the other's mind. Aware of what was going to happen! Hoping no one would suspect the purpose of their rendezvous.
Eileen made arrangements at the office to take Eric off the school grounds after three. It was simple. She had no difficulty obtaining proper permission. At three, Eric met her. They walked to the parking lot in silence. Each occupied with individual thoughts. But the individual thoughts were the same! Both looked forward to the sexual encounter soon to take place.
She stopped at a soda fountain although she was anxious to get started. Eric had a chocolate malt and some cookies. Eileen ordered an ice cream soda for herself. The brief refreshments served in lieu of more stimulating drinks. He appeared as anxious as she to get started. This sexual orgy had to be enjoyed. No wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am scene! It was going to be unhurried so that every nuance could be savored.
He thanked her for the malt and they continued to her apartment. Eileen locked the door. She could feel the blood pulsating in her temples as the exciting moment drew near. Her respiration speeded up. She forced herself to control her quivering impulses.
"It's a nice apartment," he said.
Her mouth suddenly dried up. The excitement drew off the saliva in her mouth. Her hot, anxious pussy had drained off all the moisture. Eileen's cunt was salivating in hungry anticipation.
"We're going to play a little game, Eric. You'll like this game. Don't forget to follow all the instructions!" she told him. Briefly, she explained the details. His childish eyes widened as she outlined the details.
"Do you understand what you're to do?" she asked.
He swallowed, licked his lips, and nodded. His mouth was probably as dried as her mouth.
She stepped into her bathroom and undressed. As she sat on the toilet to relieve herself, the door opened. Eric was standing in the doorway. He stood there momentarily dazed by the sight of her. There was a long silence and Eileen wondered whether he had forgotten his lines.
"Well!" she challenged him with the proper indignation at his intrusion. "What do you want?"
"Listen, Eileen!" he began. His voice was low and hesitant. He was a little uncertain of himself.
"You're doing fine, Eric," she encouraged him. "Just act more sure of yourself."
"Listen, Eileen!" he repeated with more determination. "I want to fuck you. And ... and you're going to do everything I tell you. Because if you don't, I'm going to report you to the school. I'm going to write to my parents and tell them that you ... you co ... corrupted my morals."
She jumped up from the toilet in pretended fright. "Please, please don't tell anyone, Eric. I'll do anything you want me to. Just don't tell anyone!"
"Okay!" he agreed. "Get on your bed. I want to make sure you won't give me any trouble."
She padded out to the bedroom. The bed had the old-fashioned brass head and footrest with bars. Eileen lay on the bed. He followed her. Picking up the prepared lengths of rope, Eric tied her down. She was bound, spread-eagled on the bed. Her eyes followed him as he stripped off his clothes.
His dinger was erect and ready for action. He picked up a thick, rubberized phallus and placed it over his small cock. It .served two purposes, a condom and a more substantial prick to service her anxious pussy. Eileen had doubts about his under-sized pintle.
He got on the bed alongside of her. Eric was insecure as he hesitantly pressed his lips over her mouth. She parted her lips as his small tongue entered her mouth. Her senses became vibrantly alive as their tongues touched. An exciting tingle descended from her intoxicated mouth with voluptuous incandescence to her aroused cunt.
His small hands grasped her tits. Her boobs were squeezed in puerile passion. The pink areolae and nipples received an erotic inspection. A gasp of sensual pleasure rushed from her lips as Eric nibbled on at the hardened nipple.
"Errmmm!" The groan rumbled in her throat. Despite his inexperience, his hungry mouth elicited an ecstatic response from her. He was proving to be a very apt pupil. She had outlined the scene they were to play only one time. Eric had no problem in following the script. He was also improvising as he went along. She had no complaints. For a beginner, he was doing very well.
"Hssss!" A surprised blissful hiss escaped from her lips as Eric found her hot slit.
His fingers slipped along the moist slickness of her vaginal canal. Eagerly, he frigged her cunt. As though he remembered the erogenous potential of the clitoris, Eric altered his venereal concentration.
"Ohhhrrrr!" Eileen moaned as his fingers mauled the tiny engorged flesh. He rubbed and tugged on the clitoris.
In spite of her bound condition, Eileen wriggled her hips in wild titillation. His manual manipulation heightened the sensual exhilaration that excited her.
"Shove that cock in my cunt!" she urged in a hoarse whisper. "Stick it in and fuck me!"
He didn't need a second invitation. Eric found her quim in the hollow of her thighs with no difficulty.
"Hurrrrhh!" It was an exclamation of blissful appreciation as the thick phallus burrowed into her tunnel.
His cock with the added extension was imbedded deep in her cunt. A long time had passed since she last felt the thrilling fullness of a cock. Eileen wondered how she managed to survive the absence of such carnal delight.
Eric's intuitive fucking didn't surprise her. Instinctively, he knew what to do. His pelvis moved back and forth in frantic cadence. He was over-anxious to fuck her. Later, he would acquire the subtle moves of a good cocksman. For the time being, Eric was servicing her needs adequately.
His fingers still maintained a grip on her clitoris. She was ecstatic as the orgasmic turbulence rumbled in the bowels of her hot pussy. Any minute she was going to cum!
"That's good, Eric! That's good!" She exclaimed in sensual approval. "Oooo! Don't pull so hard on the clitoris. Rub it! That's the way! Keep fucking! You've got it now! Harder, faster!" she exhorted him.
She didn't know if he was cumming or not. That fake heavy cock in her destroyed that sensation. There was no denying the exciting friction of the thick rubber phallus as it pistoned in and out of her torrid twat.
There was no mistaking the pulsations of the climax as it erupted inside her cuntal walls.
"Oh, Oh!" she gasped. "Here it comes! I'm cumming, Eric, I'm cumming!" Eileen exclaimed excitedly. "Suck me dry, honey! Eat me out! Suck my cunt!"
Quickly, he removed the rubber cock. It was covered with her dewy cum. Eric scrambled down to her flooded box. His mouth fastened over the thick puffy lips. He stuck his tongue in as deeply as he could. His oral spatula rolled around the cuntal walls in an attempt to scrape out all her cum.
Eileen wanted to press his hungry mouth deep into her teeming snatch. Her tied hands prevented her from doing it. She could only enjoy the voluptuous aftermath of her climax.
She sighed in blissful satisfaction. Eric removed the contrivance he wore. He looked at the inside of the fake cock. The remains of his orgasm was stuck in the hollow of the phallus.
"Do you remember what comes next?" she prompted him.
He stood thinking. His face was twisted in concentration. A smile brightened his countenance. He nodded as he remembered.
"This is the second time I sucked you off," Eric started his speech. "Now, it's my turn! I want you to suck me off good. If you don't do a good job, I'll tell everyone you're a ... a ... whore!" He seemed averse to calling her such a name!
"All ... all right!" she agreed. She was continuing her role as the coerced victim.
He squatted over her face. His small cock was still soft. The head had withdrawn itself into the shaft. Eileen gazed at the detumescent pintle. In a short while, she would get it to respond. She looked at the cream-like aliment that remained sticking to his prick. The residue of his previous emission.
The thought of what jism tasted like crossed her mind. She watched as Eric's cock drew nearer as he lowered his trunk. Eileen's mouth opened to accept the descending pintle. Funny how his shrunken dick began to expand as it came closer! Her lips closed about the small shaft.
Her tongue rolled around the small, fleshy tube. She tasted the viscous fluid stuck to his cock. It was cold, sticky, and salty. This was the first time Eileen ever tasted a man's cum, even though that man was a boy of fourteen!
The taste wasn't too bad. It was palatable. Something that wasn't offensive to her taste buds. She opened her mouth partially and shifted her tongue. By doing this, Eileen reached Eric's balls. Moving her head a little, she was able to accommodate his balls into her mouth.
Her tongue rolled over the wrinkled, fleshy sac. The oral contact evoked new lascivious feelings within her. She lavished moist affection on his nuts. His balls were gently bathed with her saliva. She thrilled at this new experience. The young prick in her mouth had a refreshingly exciting taste.
Eileen found that, with concentration, she could brush her tongue along the underside of the cock. Roll across the crown past the tiny pee-hole and back down over the other side of the hard-on. Just as sex was new to Eric, so were certain aspects of it new to her.
She had never sucked cock before. Nor had she savored the flavor of cum, male or female. The only difference between her and Eric was their age and knowledge. Aside from that, they were like two virgins enjoying the rapture of sex for the first time.
Eric was about to straighten up. His balls moved back with the retracting skin of his scrotum. Any moment he would ejaculate and send his cum spurting into her mouth.
She didn't want that to happen. Eileen wanted her throat sprayed with the hot glutinous fluid. Her hands were tied so she could not reach out to prevent his withdrawal. Her lips clamped down firmly on his dick. Unable to speak, she shook her head and mumbled a protest.
Eric understood her attempts to keep his prick imbedded in her mouth. He moved his cock as deep as he could into her oral cunt. She looked up at his flushed face. His eyes were closed and his face strained.
Seconds before the spunk flew into her mouth, Eileen knew it was coming. Eric groaned softly, "Unrrr!"
She felt the rapid strong contractions as initial impulses squirted heavy globs of cum out of his peter. Slowly, the contractions became weaker. Eileen's mouth was partially filled with his hot love juices. She swallowed and the cum slid down her throat. Her lips pressed against the root of his cock. The lips moved upward toward the head of the cock. One lonely last drop of jism squeezed out of the pee-hole. Her tongue brushed it off. "Mmmmmm!" she murmured in satisfied approval. Her first attempt at sucking off a male had been a success. She enjoyed the carnal pleasure of the act.
Eric removed himself from the bed. "That was great," Miss Bannell. Do you want me to untie you now?"
"I told you that when we're alone, you must call me Eileen. I'm glad you like that. No! Don't untie me yet. We still have some, other things to do," she said.
"Gee! I can't think of anything else!" he said in young innocence. His sexual imagination was still in a formative stage.
"Look in my top drawer!" she told him. "You'll find two items. Take them out and bring them here."
He was a human tool to her, an instrument through which she could attain sexual gratification. She would use him to the fullest while he was still plainly unaffected. Eventually, he would acquire sexual sophistication and introduce his own distinctive variations. For the time being, she would take advantage of the situation.
Eric took out two gadgets and brought them to the bed. He studied them with a puzzled look. One item was a replica of the rubber cock he had used. Only this was harder and completely enclosed.
The other gadget had a short handle about seven inches long. A plastic straw-like tube projected from the center of the handle.
"Stick that thing that looks like a cock into my cunt," she instructed him. He pushed the thick phallus past the thick puffy outer lips of her pussy. "Now, stick that tube into my ass."
Eric inserted the plastic straw into the brownish-puckered hole. She felt the thin, cold nozzle slide into her anal canal. She told him how to turn the miniature motor on. He was also told to frig her cunt with the dildo if he was so inclined.
He switched on the motors. Immediately, the room was filled with the vibrating sounds emanating from the twin instruments imbedded in her two holes.
Her body twitched in ecstatic delirium as the tingling sensation filled her asshole and twat. The prickling, slightly stinging feeling seeped through the muscles in her rectum. She could feel it through the wall separating her ass and cunt. The same sensation was penetrating deep into her vagina. Confined to erogenous caverns, the tingling vibrations poured through the nerve endings.
She could feel the prickling effect spreading into her buttocks and thighs. Her entire lower trunk was a mass of divinely excruciating tingles.
And Eric was helping it along by frigging her cunt with the thick phallus. She tumbled her hips and moved her pelvis with erratic gyrations.
"Oh, that's good! That's wild! Oh, that's good!" she exclaimed in sensual appreciation. "Keep fucking me with that dildo, Eric! Mmmmmm! Oh, oh! I can't take any more. Shut if off! No, no! Wait, wait! I'm cumming, I'm cumming. This is wild! I'm CUMM-MMINNGGG! OHHHRRRR!"
The anguished cry of ecstatic rapture gurgled in her throat. Eric quickly removed the gadgets from their confined spaces. During the voluptuous orgasm that seized her, Eileen had raised her hips off the bed. She sought to bring the climax deeper into her throbbing twat. With the removal of the twin vibrators and the orgasm over, Eileen fell back on the bed. She was emotionally spent.
"Oh, Eric!" she sighed. "That was wonderful. You can release me now. I have to unwind before we go back to the school for supper."
"Oh my gosh!" he exclaimed. "I almost forgot. I have a lot of homework to do. What will I do?" he asked panic-stricken. "If I don't have my lessons prepared, I'll be punished by the other teachers."
She smiled. "Untie me, honey. Don't worry.
You and I will do your homework. We can't have you punished. I don't want to lose my little lover."
He smiled back at her as he untied the ropes. "Gee, I sure am lucky to have a nice teacher like you, Eileen. Are we going to do this every afternoon?"
"I'd love to, Eric, but we can't. If we do this too frequently, people will get suspicious. We can't let anyone suspect that we have something going. You understand, don't you?" she asked. A slight pout showed his disappointment.
"Don't worry, Eric! We'll have lots of fun together," she assured him. "After all, we have the entire term including Saturdays and Sundays."
"I wish I could tell my roommate Danny Llewyn about you. He's a year older and acts like he knows a lot about girls and things," Eric told her.
Eileen thought about his remark. It would be nice having another boy to service her sex needs. They couldn't bring this other boy into the picture so quickly. She had to work out some way of compromising this Danny Llewyn.
"Let me think about it, Eric," she replied. "You know I have to be very careful. If we get caught, it would mean a lot of trouble for me. You wouldn't want that to happen, would you?"
He shook his head. "No, Eileen!" he answered, concern showing on his face. "I wouldn't tell a soul."
"Good!" she said. "Now, let's get dressed and finish your lessons. By that time, we should be starving. I'm certain we'll enjoy supper tonight!"
After supper, Eileen returned to her apartment. She watched television disinterestedly. Her mind was concentrating on some insidious way to involve Eric's roommate. She would use Eric to entice Danny.
So Danny was a year older than Eric! Then he should have a larger dong! She had to get a look at Danny's cock. It had to be done in a way that would arouse the least suspicion.
She smiled to herself. What better way to do this than to bring Danny into the punishment room! He was in one of her classes. Somehow she would entrap him into some rule infraction. After that it would be easy.
That was it! Besides, she had to maintain the minimum quota Mr. Henshaw wanted.
CHAPTER THREE
Danny Llewyn was in Eileen's third morning class. He was almost a foot taller than Eric. Danny was almost as tall as she. His hair was a light brown and his eyes were almost green. At the rate he was growing, Danny probably would wind up on a football team in college. He had the rugged build for it.
His seat was the second seat in the second aisle. Eileen deliberately called upon him. She had a good view of him from her seat. As he replied to her question, she gazed at his crotch. Her eyes tried to pierce the cloth covering of his trousers. Was his dick larger than Eric's? Were his genitals in proportion to his size? She speculated about the length and thickness of Danny's cock.
Eileen had thought of several ways to entrap the boy. To her chagrin, none of them worked. She was frustrated in her attempts. Danny was a perfect pupil. Instead, Eileen had to settle with a young lady who had not prepared her lessons properly. She immediately took the unfortunate teenager into the punishment room and hastily dispatched the young girl with six fast strokes from the birch rod.
As they left the room, she met Walter Archer. He had a pipe in his mouth. His clenched teeth exaggerated the grin he gave her.
"Well, I see you don't discriminate," he told her. "Is this the first for the day?"
"Haven't you anything better than to go snooping around?" Eileen asked. "Don't you have any classes to teach?"
"Spoken like a true administrator," he replied. "It just so happens that I have a free period. Any chances of my buying you a cup of coffee? I'd like to be friends."
"Not with me!" she answered as she hurried away.
She was tempted to speak to Mr. Henshaw about the annoying Mr. Archer. He was becoming unbearable.
Eileen had intended to go to the cafeteria for a cup of coffee. She had a free period also. Walter's offer killed that thought. He was probably down there now. She decided not to go in order to avoid meeting him again.
Instead, she went to the women teachers' lounge. During her last period, Eileen managed to find a male student in need of corporal punishment. At three, pupil and teacher visited the punishment room.
The boy was fifteen years old. One of the seniors. He wasn't as tall or as well built as Danny, but Eileen was tempted to recruit him for the stable of studs she was building up. An inner voice warned her to be wary. He wasn't as naive as Eric.
She realized that the ploy she used on Eric would not work with this youth. Nor would it have worked with Danny! In fact, this boy was eager to expose himself!
Eileen realized that the boy was cleverly using her. If he exposed himself under normal conditions, it would be considered an indecent act. He was baring his ass because a teacher was going to inflict corporal punishment. And the fact that he showed his cock to her ...!
He was clever in the way he did it. His hands shielded his balls and cock as he bent over without holding onto the railing. Eileen insisted that he hold onto the railing. He straightened up and turned to her. His hands still cupped his crotch. She deliberately kept her eyes on his face.
"I don't want my genitals injured," he declared. "You might miss with the rod and hurt me here!" He removed his hands to expose his balls and cock.
She couldn't resist the temptation and stole a look. The boy was well hung for a fifteen-year-old. His cock was larger than Eric's. Even in a relaxed state! The licentious craving bothered her but she managed to control her inclinations. Gazing at his face, Eileen was certain his eyes mocked her.
His face was twisted in pleading concern. What an actor, she thought. Her face flushed as he continued to stare at her.
"Since you are so concerned about my accuracy, there's only one thing to do," she said. She went back to the cabinets and exchanged the rod for a large paddle. "I won't be able to miss with a paddle. Now you don't have to worry about my injuring your genitals!"
Eileen saw the dismay in his face as his plan backfired. He took the proper stance at the railing and received six well delivered whacks on the ass. Her anger at his attempt to compromise her helped Eileen deliver strong blows.
"And the next time you think you're cute, I'll have Mr. Henshaw administer the punishment," she warned him.
There was no need to discuss the matter further. He knew what she meant. They signed the register to attest to the administration of punishment.
The need for sexual release grew. She was like a drunkard seeking alcohol in a desert. An addict craving a fix! It was easy to arrange for Eric to come to her apartment. Twice in a week might invite unnecessary questions. She couldn't seduce just any boy! The boy had to seduce her.
At night, her sleep was troubled. She envisioned this Danny with a tremendous dong. One that was larger than the phallus she owned. Only one thing would release her from this torment. To have his cock in her hand! To feel that wonderful sensual contact of his dick in her cunt!
Eileen found incomplete but temporary relief by frigging herself with the dildo. She experienced small orgasms. Nothing as exquisite or intense as the ones she had with Eric. Her objective became an obsession. Danny had to rape her!
On Thursday, the solution to her problem came to her. It was so simple! She would enlist Eric to help her. The thought of this devious plan exhilarated her. The concept of it made her impatient to implement it.
First, she had to see Eric on Friday. To tell him what to do and how to do it. After that, Eileen had to wait until Saturday. That's when Danny would be compromised. The whole idea added to her excitement. She could hardly wait until Saturday!
Under the pretext of discussing his homework, Eileen had Eric wait after class. He listened enraptured as she unfolded her plan. She had found a willing confederate in this youth. He smiled and nodded his head animatedly in agreement to her plan.
She favored him with a big smile and said, "Merci, mon amour!"
He answered, "De hen, cherie!" And then, as an afterthought, he added, "A demain. "
Until tomorrow! Saturday! That's when she would make up for the longing torment that tortured her during the week. The libidinous urge within her filled her with an invisible force. She wanted to move time so that it would be Saturday. Instead, she had to impatiently wait until Friday finished.
That night, the anticipation of the following day's adventure kept her awake. She was no longer tormented by her unfulfilled desires. Her carnal hunger was to be satisfied in a matter of hours. She finally succumbed to a peaceful sleep.
The alarm clock wakened her at seven. There were still three hours before the exciting moment. Eileen took a bath. She washed her cunt and ass carefully. Before she dressed, she sprayed her entire body with a cologne.
Eileen surveyed herself in front of the mirror. Her hands cupped her pointed tits and fondled them affectionately.
"You're going to get a work-out today," she softly promised her tits. Her hands glided to her hairy box and parted the puffy lips. "And you, too!" she said. "We can't let you be neglected. Today, you're going to have the real thing!"
Her excitement was almost fever-pitched. In spite of the agitation that gripped her, Eileen managed to have some breakfast. She glanced at her wristwatch. There was plenty of time yet. Too early an arrival was no good. This scheme had to be timed with some accuracy.
At nine-thirty, Eileen left the house and drove to the school grounds. She hurried to the large isolated tool shed. Five minutes later, the door opened and Eric entered with Danny. Eileen had managed to conceal herself behind a discarded locker. Her pulse quickened as her plan was about to come to fruition. Although she couldn't see them, Eileen heard their whispered conversation.
"I tell you that no one will find us here," Eric was saying to Danny. "First of all, it's Saturday morning. We can do it and no one will know."
"Let me get this straight again!" Danny said. "You're betting me a dollar to my dime that if we both jerk off at the same time, you'll cum after me!"
"That's right!" Eric replied. "And here's my dollar to show you I'm not bullshitting you."
Eileen was certain Danny would accept the bait. Her heart was beating rapidly. She was afraid that Danny could hear her heart. But that was stupid! Her hand strayed under her skirt and rubbed her itching cunt through the panties.
"Okay!" Danny agreed. "Here's my dime! How are we going to do this?"
"First, we take out our cocks. Then we start jerking off fast," Eric explained. "And no slow pulling!"
She heard the slight rustle of zippers as the boys exposed their pricks. "Okay!" Eric said. "When I say three, we start. One, two, three!"
That was the pre-arranged signal. Cautiously, Eileen peeked around the edge of the locker. The two boys were facing each other. Their attention was focused upon each other's dongs. She watched for several seconds as the two boys intently concentrated on the masturbating contest.
"What's going on here?" she demanded. She stepped out from behind the locker. Danny's hand froze in the middle of a stroke at the startling intrusion. A horrified look filled his face.
"What a disgusting thing you boys are doing!" she chided them. "Haven't you anything better or more wholesome to do with your time?" she continued to berate them.
She was closer now. There was a brief glimpse of Danny's hard-on. It was quickly disappearing from the shock of being discovered.
"Please, Miss Bannell, don't turn us in," Eric pleaded. "Please, well do anything you say. Please, have a heart!"
What a wonderful consummate actor he was! She loved him for it. Although she felt he was overdoing the begging a little. She looked at the two boys sternly.
"I don't know! I should turn you in. It was just your misfortune that I happened to be looking for some old records in that locker over there," she said. She was trying to draw suspicion away from Eric. If Danny found out he was duped, Eric's reputation wouldn't be worth two cents among his contemporaries.
"Haven't you learned anything, Eric?" Eileen continued. "I punished you earlier this week for trying to look up my dress. What is this obsession you have with sex?"
"Honest, Miss Bannell, I won't do this any more. Please, please, don't turn us in. You can whip us! But don't turn us in. We'll do anything you want."
Danny found his voice. "Honest, Miss Bannell! We didn't do anything. Give us a break. Mr. Henshaw will kill us if you told him what we did."
She pretended to be lost in thought as though debating with herself. Her head nodded several times. A decision had been reached. She looked at Danny's frightened face as he waited expectantly for her verdict. His flaccid cock was still sticking outside of his fly.
"All right!" she agreed. "I won't report you two. However, you must be punished. You will go to the office and obtain a pass. Your excuse will be that you are going to visit me for consultation about your homework.
"You may tell the office that I happened to be on the grounds and that I offered to take you to my home. Is that clear?"
They nodded.
"Good! I'll be at the parking lot waiting for you. Stick those things back in your pants and don't forget to zip up your flies," she told them.
Eileen returned to her car to wait for the boys. It was perfect. That dear little Eric had played his role just the way she wanted. Her cunt started to itch. She was seated in the car. A hand slipped under her skirt to alleviate the licentious itch.
"Just a few more minutes," she whispered huskily, as though her pussy could hear her. "Just a few more minutes!"
The boys appeared and silently got into her car. "Any problems at the office?" she asked.
"No, Miss Bannell," Eric answered. "They thought it was very nice of you to take such an interest in us."
Inside her apartment, Eric continued the charade she had outlined. "What are you going to do to us?" he asked.
"I'm going to spank the both of you," she replied.
"I don't think so, Miss Bannell," he answered boldly. "What would the school say if we told them that you lured us into that shed and made us show our privates to you? And then you brought us here to do dirty things?"
It was her turn to act. She looked shocked. "You wouldn't do such a thing! They wouldn't believe you! It would be your word against mine. And I'm a teacher!"
Eric grinned mischievously at her. "Oh, yeah? It's two against one! Danny and I would swear that you did it. Also, it's on record that you took us off the school grounds and brought us to your house. And you're a lady teacher! And you get your lacks fooling around with little boys."
He didn't know how close to the truth he was with the last statement. It was what she told him to say. Now, she was the frightened one! She looked at Eric, then shifted to Danny.
"Would ... would you say that?" she directed her question to Danny.
Danny had already been coached by Eric. He looked back at her, uncertain. Everything was happening so quickly. He had not comprehended what was taking place. Eric had offered him a way out of their problem.
Danny nodded. "Yeah! So you better be good to us."
"Yeah!" Eric exclaimed in a burst of inspiration. "I know how you can be very nice to us."
"What do I have to do?" she asked.
"Take off your clothes so we can fuck you!" Eric declared.
Danny jerked his head in startled surprise at his roommate's boldness. "Hey! That's kinda heavy stuff! I don't want any hassle. We can get into real trouble with that kind of shit! Let's just forget the whole thing. Everybody will be happy!"
"Sure, Eric! I'll forget the whole thing and take you back to the school," Eileen said.
Eric was adamant! "No! I want to fix her so that she can never tell on us. Don't be chicken, Danny! We're in the driver's seat! I want to see her naked body and feel her up. So do you!"
He turned to Eileen. "I'm gonna count to three. If you don't take off your clothes, I'll take off mine and start yelling. Then we'll see who believes our story."
She loved him! His improvised dialogue was terrific! "No, no!" she protested. "Don't do it! I'll do whatever you want. Just don't yell!"
She began to remove her clothes. Danny watched her disrobe. He stood aghast at the sight. In several minutes all the clothes were off.
"Is ... is this all right?" she continued the pretense of being forced to subject herself to these indignities.
"Lie down on the bed!" Eric ordered.
Eileen stretched out on the bed. Deep in the hollow of her thighs, a voluptuous incandescence started to glow. She felt the heat spreading from her cunt up to her tits. A sensual prickling covered the back of her neck.
Eric came over to her. "You got any rope around the house?"
"Yes!" she answered hesitantly. "I ... I have some rope in my drawer."
Eric went to the drawer and opened it. "Hey, c'mere!" he called out to Danny. "Look at all this crazy stuff in here!"
Danny was at his side peering into the drawer. "Wow!" he exclaimed. "She must have hot nuts!"
"See, I told you!" Eric said to him. "You and me are going to have some fun."
He removed the rope and sex gadgets. Handing several pieces of rope to Danny, he said, "Here! Help me tie her up. That way, she won't give us too much trouble."
The boys bound her to the bed. At last, she was to have her carnal desires fulfilled! Eric took over, directing Danny. Simultaneously, they attacked her. Each boy took a tit. They mauled, squeezed, and pulled her tits. She closed her eyes in thrilling bliss. They would attack her anxious twat eventually. For the moment, she luxuriated in the erogenous intoxication of having her tits stimulated.
"Hssss!" It was a sharp intake of breath. Eileen's body trembled ecstatically as the boys sucked the hardened nipples of her boobs. Their young mouths sucked strongly on her tits. The tingling itch in her cunt was pulled up into her tits by the suction of their mouths. She could feel the tingling in the tips of her breasts.
Her hips jerked violently. Both boys had discovered the venereal pleasures of cunt frigging. Danny, in his initial contact with a cunt, was frigging the hole with two fingers. Eric played with her clitoris. Eileen bounced her hips up and down in cadence with their stroking fingers.
A probing finger shoved into her asshole made Eileen jerk her hips violently again. Eric was working on her ass and clitoris. Danny was pumping away inside her snatch with two fingers. Each time she indulged in a sex session, the thrill increased. She was constantly discovering new passions.
"Ooooooo!" she groaned in voluptuous exaltation. Every fibre in her body was vibrantly alive.
The boys were breathing heavily. Their sexual arousal and the physical effort of frigging her taxed their efforts. She didn't care. Her only concern was her own personal sexual gratification. They were succeeding.
Her hips and pelvis moved in frantic gyrations. She was being gorged to satisfy a ravenous sexual appetite. Eileen reveled in every delicious moment as they sensually stuffed her with their fingers.
"Ohhhrrrr!" she moaned in anguished bliss. "That's good! That's very ... goooood! Keep ... it ... up!" The words tumbled from her lips in a halting fashion. Each word was pushed out between thrusting movements of her body. Her body would bump up and down. Then up. "More!" Down. "Faster!" Up. "Faster!" Down. "Harder!" Up. "HARDER!"
The boys rubbed harder and faster in response to her urgings. Eileen felt the explosive rush of an orgasm. It felt powerful enough to blow out her entire box.
"Oh, Oh! I'm cumming, I'm cumming!" she exclaimed. "Jeezus! Fuck me, fuck me! AHRRGRRrrr!" An anguished groan of pleasure roared from her throat and disappeared into a gurgle.
"Oh, Oh! I'm cumming again! I'm shooting another load! This is wild, wild! Oh, Oh!" she cried out.
The boys' efforts had produced multiple orgasms. Eileen's cunt was flooded with a heavy effusion of cum. The delirious fever of her climax made her ecstatically frantic. This time she attained a plateau of voluptuous sexuality never achieved before. Even the multiple vibrators could not match this exhilerating sensual bliss.
Danny and Eric halted their manual stimulation. "Take off your clothes," Eric told his roommate. "You fuck her in the cunt and I'll get a blow-job."
"No more, no more!" Eileen protested. She was feigning the objection. Eric's declaration of further sex increased her sexual excitement.
She glanced over to the disrobing Danny. He was naked now. His cock was of a fair size for a boy his age. Finally, she was going to have a real prick up her twat. She couldn't wait until they attacked her again. Oh, that delicious-looking cock! As Danny drew nearer, she saw his fully developed prick. It probably was developed from excessive masturbation! She didn't care how he got it! Soon, she would have it stuck up her cunt!
At least he knew what to do with it! It slid in effortlessly past the dampened folds of her snatch. She sighed blissfully at the contact. Her pussy was still tight enough to enjoy the sensual congress of their sex organs.
Eric straddled himself over Eileen's mouth. He grinned down at her. She answered back. No words were spoken but each knew what the other meant.
Her mouth opened to accept Eric's pintle. She felt Danny's cock shuttling in and out of her quim. It felt good. The friction of his dong scraping against the walls of her cunt ignited the smoldering embers within her.
Danny started to pull his cock out. He was going to cum and didn't want to fill her cunt. Eileen removed her mouth from Eric's prick.
"No, no!" she exclaimed frantically. "Keep it in! Fuck me! Don't worry about shooting your load in me! Put it back!"
Danny shoved his dick back into the moist veneral cavern. She felt the ejaculating paroxysms. His hot sperm spattered against her vaginal walls. The thrilling contact of his cum was almost exciting as an orgasm. Eileen returned to the job of sucking Eric off while she savored Danny's orgasmic emissions. This was turning out to be a very pleasurable day.
Eileen absorbed the small cock again into her mouth. She had to satisfy Eric's needs. Her tongue fluttered around the crown of his peter. She sucked hard as her lips tantilized the turgid flesh. Within minutes, she was graced with Eric's orgasmic tribute. She drained out the last vestiges of the thick cum.
"Wow!" Danny exclaimed. "What a ball! Hey! How about me getting sucked off like that?"
She was happy that he suggested getting blowed. Eileen wanted to taste that lovely cock that fucked her pussy. It was larger and better than Eric's.
Her hands and legs were getting tired from the prolonged position she was in. "Please untie me!" she asked. "My arms and legs are getting stiff. I need a break. I promise you can tie me up again after I get a rest."
"All right!" Eric agreed. "C'mon, Danny help me untie her. We have plenty of time. Besides, there's a lot of other things we still have to do."
She sat up in bed after they removed the ropes. She chaffed her wrists and ankles. The boys watched the sexy bounce of her asscheeks as she padded across the floor.
Eileen removed a bottle of liquor and some ice from her small refrigerator. Her throat burned a little as the alcohol trickled down. Soon Danny's hot cum would be trickling down her throat. That wouldn't burn though. His cum would be a nectar. Delicious, exciting, and erotic! She hoped one of the boys would eat her pussy. Especially Danny!
She returned with two glasses of soda for the boys.
They all sat on the bed enjoying the brief interlude as they drank the refreshments. Eileen was aware of the boys' looks. They were admiring her sexual attributes.
Eric, bless him, made her day complete. "You want to make it big?" he asked Danny.
Danny nodded. "Sure!"
"Eat her pussy!" Eric declared. "That's big time! Anybody can fuck a girl. A woman knows a good man is fucking her if he sucks her off."
"Aw! You're bullshitting me!" Danny replied. His tone showing his doubt.
Eileen felt the excitement rise within her. "Eric is right!" she interjected. "Not everyone can suck a woman off. You did a pretty good job of screwing me. If you sucked me off, I'd know you were a good cocksman!"
Danny stared at her hairy twat. "You're not kidding me, are you?" he asked dubiously.
She was thrilled at the prospect of being eaten out. Her voice wavered a little as she tried to sound sincere.
"Honest, Danny! Eating pussy is what separates the men from the boys. But if you don't think you...."
He interrupted her sentence. "Any time you're ready! I'll show how good I can suck you off!"
Eileen stretched out on the bed, satisfied with the victory.
CHAPTER FOUR
The boys tied her up again. This day was going to make up for the long abstinence. Eileen couldn't wait for Danny to begin eating her cunt. She didn't want to hurry him. Eric had done a very nice job of "sandbagging" him. All that remained was the actual consummation of the act. She waited anxiously for Danny to begin.
He stood poised near her cunt. She saw his indecision as he studied the hairy slit. His face moved closer to her cunt. The musky smell reached his nostrils and he grimaced slightly. Eileen closed her eyes. Silently, fervently, she sent a mental message. Eat me, suck me! Somebody, please! Please!
"Aw, c'mon, Danny! Don't make a project of it!" Eric exclaimed. "Go ahead, start sucking! It won't kill you!"
She watched him lower his head. "Hsssss!" The sharp hiss of ecstatic bliss was sucked into her throat. Danny's mouth closed against the damp folds of her snatch. And that wonderful Eric! He stood up and issued instructions to the neophyte cunt-lapper.
Danny's tongue pressed firmly against one side of her twat. His oral brush made long brushing sweeps. Then his tongue rolled around the bottom ridge and swung to the other side of her cunt. He lavished lingual caresses on the other side. Eric continued to guide him. Danny altered his attention and discovered the fleshy focal point of Eileen's pleasure. Her clitoris!
She groaned in sensual pleasure as his mouth nibbled on her clitty. Her pelvis banged into Danny's face. Eric had inserted the tube vibrator into her ass. It hummed into action. The teasing mouth on her clitty stopped working.
"Hey! What's that?" Danny asked. He watched Eric manipulating the gadget in her asshole.
He shrugged his shoulders. "Some kinda vibrator! She's got another one shaped like a prick! It really turns her on!"
"No kiddin'?" Danny asked. "Hey! Let me try!"
Danny took hold of the handle and rotated the tubular nozzle in her ass. The plastic extension pressed against the rectal muscles. She felt the vibrating tingle increase in the confined fleshy sheath of her ass. It was very stimulating. But she wanted the erotic voluptuousness of Danny's oral caresses teasing her clitoris! "You didn't finish sucking me off!" she told Danny.
He returned to his unfinished efforts. His lips closed about her clitoris as his tongue flicked across the rigid node. Her clitoris was sucked in with a firm drawing pressure. The gentle vise-like grip of the lips tugged at her stiff clitty. He was jerking her off with his mouth.
"Ohhhhrrrr! Ohhhhrrrr!" she moaned in piquant ecstasy. The tantilizing vibrating tube in her ass intensified the glowing heat growing in her stimulated box.
Her body shook as a voluptuous tremor swept through her body. Eileen's ass thumped in a frantic tempo. She was caught in the rhythmic beat of a simulated fuck. The probing vibrator in her ass was frigging that hole while Danny's tongue teased her cunt.
She felt a giant pinwheel spinning in her loins. It spun with a violent force. Any moment the orgasm would explode. And then her body shook in an erotic palsy!
"Oh, OH! I'm cumming, I'm cumming!" she announced excitedly. "Oh! Don't stop, don't stop! More, more! Someone fuck me! Please fuck me! Plug up my hole! It's flooding out!"
Her orgasm was a huge tidal wave of cum that seemed to be pouring out of her. In response to her urging, Eric shoved the dildo into her cunt. She felt the thick phallus pumping in and out as Danny continued to suck deeply on her clitoris. Eileen's brain was filled with wild erotic responses. Wave after wave of rapturous delirium washed her body.
"No more, no more!" she pleaded in exhausted anguish. "Let me rest, please!"
The vibrator was withdrawn from her ass. Danny released his oral hold on her clitoris. The boys stood looking at her. Unconsciously, their hands strayed to the rigid cocks that protruded from the hollow of their thighs. They were ready to use their dongs on her again.
Eileen's eyes were tightly shut. She was still enjoying the piqant thrill of her last orgasm. With each sexual episode, she was discovering greater excitement. Her sensual appetite was growing and demanding more lascivious thrills.
Her tits rose and fell rapidly in cadence with her rapid breathing. She was still unwinding from the strong erotic stimulation of the orgasm.
The boys had put her through quite an exhausting ritual. She wanted to end this session. Afterwards, they could plan another meeting.
Eric and his roommate had other plans. "I want to get sucked off!" Danny insisted.
"Yeah! And I'd like to fuck that lovely ass!" said.
Their youthful virility didn't surprise Eileen. They were young. They were sexually aroused. And the circumstances provided the inclination and time!
"All right!" she agreed. "But you'll have to untie me. I can't service you that way if I'm tied up."
She welcomed the respite from the tied-up position even though it salved her conscience to be bound. Her rationale accepted this erotic play as long as she was tied up. But it was becoming quite a strain on her limbs. There had to be some other way for her to indulge in her fantasy without the discomfort.
Like this moment! She was no longer bound to the bed. In a few minutes, she would accommodate the boys' wishes.
Her mind tried to visualize the necessary position to service both boys at the same time. Danny was instructed to stretch out on the bed. Eileen crouched over his hard-on. Eric knelt in back of her on the bed. He shifted around until he could comfortable sink his pintle into her rectum.
She felt his rigid piece of flesh submerge into her hole. Eileen expected a little difficulty. Her sphincter accepted the pintle without too much protest. There was a momentary resistance and then the dinger passed through the puckered hole.
The sphincter lips caressed the imbedded cock. Satisfied that Eric was firmly in her hole, Eileen turned her attention to Danny's prick.
One hand lovingly caressed his balls in the palm while her other hand grasped the root of his prick. Her eyes drank in the sight of his almost fully developed dong. A tiny teardrop squeezed out of the peehole. She flicked her tongue over it and drew the drop into her mouth. Her hand slipped up to the retracted foreskin. She rubbed it back and forth several times. Eileen wanted to examine every inch of that lovely prick. This was a formidable weapon in comparison to Eric's pea-shooter.
She studied the blue network of veins. This was the first opportunity Eileen had to examine a cock. Her pursed lips closed over the corona. She suctioned in his cock with a slow steady pull. The bullet-nosed head disappeared. Her tongue rolled around the rim of the corona, welcoming its arrival. Her oral brush swept over the cockhead and tasted the sweet flesh. She puffed on the head, blowing her warm, erotic breath over it. Danny groaned in ecstatic approval.
Behind her, Eric gripped her hips. His small shaft moved in and out of her asshole. She felt the erotic abrasion of his cock on the sensitive tissues of her sphincter. His pubic hairs tickled her buttocks as his pelvis banged into her rump. She was pleased with their efforts. For beginners, both boys were doing very well.
Danny shot his load first. He hadn't learned how to fuck a mouth yet. He lay there squirming! His hips writhing in erotic rapture. His throat rumpling with pleasurable groans as the forceful emissions pulsated through his shaft.
Eileen's head moved faster as her mouth rubbed up and down the cock in oral masturbation. His prick contracted and expanded rapidly. The cum spurted out in staccato bursts.
"Mmmmmm!" Eileen murmured in delighted approval. His cum was sweeter than Eric's.
"Hunnrrr! Hunnrrr!" Eric made grunting rasping sounds. His pelvic thrusts increased with the pressure of his oncoming climax. He made one final hard shove and tried to bury his geysering prick in as far as it would go. The curve of his pelvis fitted comfortably against her rounded ass.
She felt Eric's cum filling her rectum. Both boys had serviced her sexual needs adequately. It was a shame that she couldn't use their services at will! Perhaps she could think of a way to safely meet with them in school!
Eric pulled his cock out. Eileen waited until she had drained the last drop of cum from Danny's prick. She released her hold on his cock. Danny's face was flushed with sexual excitement. She smiled as she gazed upon him. He opened his eyes and smiled back.
"Wow!" he exclaimed. "That was something!"
Eileen reverted back to the role she was playing. "Please, you mustn't tell anyone about what we did. Remember! If anyone finds out, we'll all be in trouble!"
"Yeah!" Eric joined in. "If anyone finds out, it'll be all our asses! We have Eileen over a barrel. No bad marks, no punishment! And any time we want to fuck her, she'll do it or else! Isn't that right, Eileen?"
"Oh, yes!" she hastily agreed. "I'll do anything you want! Just don't say anything to anyone."
She watched Danny's reaction to this new power he had. He appeared to grow taller. The day's incident left him with the impression of having some kind of a hold over her. With the prospect of continued sex, he seemed more confident.
It didn't matter to Eileen how he felt. All she was concerned about was a constant source of puerile sex partners. She had two now! Should she try to entice others or be content with what she had?
She glanced at her wristwatch. It was a quarter to twelve. If they hurried, they could get to the dining room for lunch.
"Hurry up!" she told them. "We have to get to the dining room for lunch."
A mad scramble followed as the three hurriedly dressed. Within minutes they were fully clothed, in the car, and on the way back to the school. As Eileen parked her car, another car pulled up alongside of her.
Walter Archer rolled down his window. "Hi!" he greeted her. She and the boys were out of the car. "Nice of you to take an interest in the boys! Are you trying to correct their faults with love and understanding? Or are you still beating them where others can't see you?"
"Go on, boys!" she told them. "You have to get to the dining room." She turned angry eyes on Walter. "Just exactly what is that remark supposed to mean?"
Her face was flushed with guilt. She wondered if he suspected what was going on. His remark was ambiguous. As she stared at him, she couldn't tell. His smile seemed innocent. Her conscience was making her jumpy.
"Take that remark any way you want to!" he answered. "You haven't been doing anything naughty, have you?" he teased.
"You have a dirty mind!" she retorted indignantly.
"What did I say?" he protested in innocence. "I think you have the wrong idea. The word naughty doesn't have an obscene connotation." He paused. Eileen's face took on a deeper crimson hue as she blushed in embarrassment.
"Tch, tch!" Walter clucked. He held up his forefinger and waved it back and forth. "You're not as gung-ho as I thought. So Miss Bannell is human after all! How about a date tonight? There's a good movie at the Jewel Theater."
Eileen realized that her guilty conscience had trapped her. She stood there, flustered.
"Oooo! Oooo!" she blurted out in a tantrum of frustration. "I ... I wouldn't go out with you if you were the last man on Earth. You're ... you're ... impossible!"
Angrily, she stormed away from his car. He got out of his car and called after her.
"Cradle snatcher!" he called out.
The epithet caught her by surprise. She paused and the angry flush filled her face. Eileen turned and hurried back to him. Her eyes blazed at him as she fought to gain her composure. His remark had struck a very sensitive nerve.
"You ... you ... have no reason to say such a horrible thing! Why ... why do you constantly pick on me?" she stammered between sobs. She began to cry.
"I was only teasing you," he answered in an apologetic tone. "I didn't think you were that sensitive. I couldn't see how anyone who supports Henshaw could be sensitive. I'm sorry. I promise I won't bother you again."
He reached out to touch her. She shrugged away. "Are you all right?" he asked.
Her hands shielded her face as she continued to sob. "Go away, go away!" she sniffed.
"I'm sorry!" he repeated again and left her.
She heard his departing footsteps. She waited a moment and removed her hands from her face. A sly smile crossed her face. Score one for Eileen Bannell! For once, Mr. Archer had been bested at his own game! He was fooled into believing he had offended her deeply. Now, maybe he would stop annoying her!
Eileen headed for the dining room. The morning's workout had given her an appetite.
CHAPTER FIVE
Eileen drove into Detroit after lunch. She didn't want to go back to the apartment. Earlier, it had been the scene of a fantastic orgy. Her thoughts would only dwell on the sensually satisfying experience if she remained there. She had to do something to take her mind off sex. Perhaps a little personal shopping might help!
She wandered through several department stores. The shopping tour helped to kill several hours. She didn't buy a thing. Stopping at a coffee shop, Eileen's mind dwelled upon the day's happenings.
It had been so simple to compromise Danny. Dear, sweet Eric! He was such a willing accomplice! She had even fooled Walter Archer with her little act! If she could only find some way to spend more time with the boys! That was her biggest problem. To have the time and place to consummate the sex acts to fulfill her needs.
Saturday night, the fitful sleep began again. She tossed and turned. Her lustful craving disturbed her peace. She got up and took a cold shower hoping it would calm her. That didn't help. Eileen thought of using the dildo on herself. A little masturbation might ease the wanton longing.
She took the phallus out of the drawer and inserted it in her hungry twat. Her fingers tugged at her clitoris while the phallus vibrated deep in her vagina. Eileen's body responded to the various stimuli. She experienced an orgasm but it wasn't exciting enough.
It served as a temporary alleviation of the strong sexual longings she had. Some of the tension was relieved. She turned on her television and watched a dull grade B movie. Her head began to nod. She stumbled out of bed and shut off the set. Getting back into bed, she finally fell asleep.
Her sleep was filled with dreams. Crazy sequences! Eric, Danny, and she were involved in various sex acts. Other boys joined them in their orgy. Eileen was fucked by all the boys in the school. Suddenly, everyone disappeared! Then Walter Archer grabbed her. His pipe was in his mouth and the pipe changed into a tremendous cock. He screwed the cock on between his legs. His huge cock went up her cunt and reached all the way up to her throat. Walter shot a tremendous load of cum.
The thick, copious explosion of his cum made her gag. Eileen woke up with a start! She glanced around the darkened room and realized she was alone. The dream had shaken her. She trembled at the thought of the crazy dream. Her eyes closed and she fell asleep again.
Eileen had planned to sleep late on Sunday. The longer she slept, the less time she had to think about sex. Insistent knocking at her door awakened her.
She squinted at her clock. A quarter to ten! Who the devil was knocking at her door at that hour? Didn't people have respect for Sunday morning sleepers?
She put on a housecoat and stumbled toward the door. "Who's there?" she challenged.
"Paper boy!" a youthful voice answered.
Paper boy! Hell! She didn't order any newspaper. "I didn't order any newspaper!" she said, irritation in her voice.
"Yes you did!" the voice answered.
There was something familiar about the voice! She opened the door. Eric and Danny were standing, grinning, with a Sunday newspaper in front of the door.
"Come in, come in!" she invited. Quickly, she shut the door after them. What a wonderful surprise!
"What are you boys doing here? How did you manage to get here?" she asked.
"We told the office we were going to church," Eric answered. "Then we took a cab here."
She was amazed by their connivance. Their presence pleased her. They had taken a lot of trouble to visit her. If discovered, the boys would be in a lot of trouble. So would she!
"You went to a lot of trouble to come here," she said. "What do you want?" She knew what they wanted! They were going to act out their little charade. Her pulse quickened in anticipation of their reply.
"We came back for some more fun, Eileen," Eric answered boldly. "And if you don't cooperate, we'll call up the school and tell them to come and get us here. That won't look very good for you."
That cute sonofabitch of a devil, she thought!
"But I never asked you to come here!" she protested.
"Yeah? Try telling that to the school after they find us here," Danny joined in. "They won't be very happy about us lying about going to church and coming here!"
"All right!" she sighed resignedly. "What do you want?"
"We want to fuck you again," Eric said. "And we want you to do a few other things for us."
"Like what?" she asked. She was excited by the fact the boys had come to her on their volition. There was also the hint of a planned sexual interlude. The boys probably made up some kind of script. She was anxious to find out what they had planned for her. Whatever it was, it was going to be very thrilling for all of them.
"The first thing you have to do is take off what you're wearing," Eric told her. "We want to see you naked."
She took off her housecoat and shorty nightie.
Eileen stood stark naked in front of them. They stared at her nude frame. Her cunt started to twitch in anxious expectation. A slight moisture trickled in her snatch, lubricating the restless pussy.
Danny took a piece of paper out of his pocket. It looked like a magazine page. The boys were studying the picture and making some kind comparison.
"What's the matter, boys?" Eileen asked.
They handed her the picture. The page had been torn from some girlie magazine. A young girl with huge, melon-like tits was in the picture. It was a full front view shot. There was no pubic hair on the girl. The vulva was very prominent.
She looked up from the picture. "Well?" she asked.
"We want you to shave off the hair on your cunt like in the picture," Danny told her.
"Yeah! We really want to see what a naked cunt really looks like," Eric added.
Why the brazen little bastards, Eileen thought! She looked back at the picture. The more she studied the picture, the more the act appealed to her! She wondered whether the absence of hair would heighten the voluptuous sensation of sexual contact. Eileen pretended to consider their demand. She didn't want to appear too eager to accept their wishes.
"It's going to take a little time for me to do what you want," she told them.
"Do it as fast as you can!" Eric ordered.
She went into the bathroom and ran half a tub of warm water. They watched her as she sat in the tub and soaked the pubic hairs. From time to time, she rubbed the water into the hairs. After five minutes of soaking and rubbing, Eileen got out of the tub.
A moistened bar of soap was applied to the hairs. The suds were worked into the blonde bush. Eileen was enjoying the preparation as much as the boys watching. She felt a thrilling chill dance down her spine as she scraped the hairs off with the razor. It was a small razor. One that she used for removing hair from her legs and armpits.
She had to constantly rinse off the blade. The long blonde hairs clogged up the razor. Eric and Danny watched as the bush on her pubes gradually disappeared. Eileen managed to scrape her cunt clean. She got back into the tub and rinsed off the excess soap and stray loose hairs.
The boys crowded around her to examine her handiwork as she stepped out of the tub. They reached out and rubbed the still wet, naked area. Their touch sent a sensual spark through her. She looked down at the bare cunt. It had a deliciously lewd look. A look that was lasciviously tempting. If it aroused her then it must be more exciting to the boys!
Eileen hoped that one of the boys would suck her off. She wanted to feel the touch of a tongue on the bare skin of her cunt. Her imagination visualized the tingling burning of such an erotic contact.
"On the bed!" Eric ordered. "We want to get started."
She padded into the bedroom with the boys behind her. Quickly, they tied her up. They undressed just as quickly. Eileen wondered what the boys would do to her today. There was no need to tell them what to do. They had a very fertile imagination. An imagination good enough to satisfy her lustful desires.
Eric and Danny were on either side of her, straddling her arms. Their knees rested against her face. They leaned over and placed their cocks on her mouth.
"Suck us both off at the same time!" Eric ordered.
Eileen was surprised by this erotic demand. First, there was their demand that she shave her cunt! Now, this wild position!
It intrigued her. She wondered whether her mouth could accommodate both cocks at the same time. Could she effectively suck them both off!
Before she could say anything, the boys pushed their dicks against her mouth. Eileen opened her mouth wide and their pricks formed a tight V. Their hard-ons weren't too uncomfortable. Her lips were stretched but she managed to absorb the heads of both cocks.
A good portion of Eric's pintle was in her mouth. Only part of Danny's shaft was in. But there was enough of their pricks imbedded to be exciting for all of them.
The presence of two boys' dicks in her mouth made Eileen tingle with salacious exhilaration. Even in her wildest fantasies did she ever conjure up such a scene! Two cocks simultaneously fucking her mouth! It was absolutely glorious! Delicious! Mind-shattering!
Somehow, she managed to roll her tongue over the two cockheads at the same time. Her lips sheathed her teeth. She clamped her mouth down on the crowns of their shafts. Awkwardly, but effectively, she chewed on their pricks. In the meantime, her tongue caressed the cockheads.
The boys were learning fast! They rocked back and forth, their cocks rubbing against the compressed lips. Eileen shut her eyes in the sensual anticipation of their orgasms. Any moment now! Their pricks would be fleshy roman candles shooting out liquid balls of hot cum.
The spontaneous eruption of their cocks filled Eileen's mouth. She had a little trouble in swallowing all of their effusive emissions. Some of the viscous fluid overflowed out of the side of her mouth. For a brief moment, she almost gagged as the boys tried to jam their cocks down her throat.
When they had finished shooting their load, they withdrew their shrinking dingers. Eileen's sexual appetite was only partially appeased by the tid-bit she had tasted. She wanted more. The boys left the bed and studied the helpless form on the bed. Eileen hoped they would do something really exciting. Something that would fill her cunt with goose-bumps!
The novelty of a shaven cunt fascinated them. Eric and Danny studied her twat with the interest of two medical students. They moved to her dresser and held a whispered conference. She couldn't hear them. Whatever they were planning, she knew it would be something erotically thrilling.
They came back to the bed with the two vibrating gadgets. Eileen was a little disappointed. So far they had shown imagination. Not that she didn't enjoy the luxuriant chills of the vibrating tingles! But she wanted something new!
Eric shoved the dildo up her snatch. He twisted the cover on the handle. Eileen felt the vibrations as the instrument hummed into action.
Danny was the one who made this episode exciting! Instead of sticking the tube up her ass, he placed it against her clitoris. His fingers parted the fleshy hood that hid the venereal papule. The tube was pressed firmly against her tiny prick. It was better than having her clitty massaged or sucked.
The tingling of the vibration was like a drill. It bored through the clitoris, down to the base where it was fastened! In the meantime, Eric was frigging her quim. The voluptuous titillation of the pistoning phallus filled her vaginal cavern.
She could feel the boring vibrations in her clitoris meet the incandescent tingling in her cunt. Her hands clenched and unclenched in violent ecstasy. She rolled her head from side to side in intoxicated bliss.
"Ohherrrr! Ohherrrr!" The groan rolled from her lips. A groan of anguished rapture! Her body was agitated by the intense sensual pleasure that filled her pores.
"Ohherrrr! Ohherrrr!" she groaned again. Eileen's body twisted in ecstatic delirium. Her hips writhed in sinuous cadence to the vibrations. The vibrations from the mechanical instruments and the voluptuous vibrations they stirred within her vibrant body.
The sensations evoked within her caused her to react with mixed emotions.
"Stop, stop!" she protested in a hoarse whisper. "No, no! Fuck me, fuck me! Oooooo! That's good, that's gooo-o-o-o-dddd! Oh, oh! No more, no more! I can't stand it! I'm dying!
"That's it! That's it! More, more! Faster, faster! Harder, harder! Uhhmmmm! Uhhmmmm! I'm cumming, I'm cumming! I'm CUMMM-MINNGGGG! Please! Someone! Anyone! Suck my cunt! Oh! My cunt is drowning! The cum is pouring out!" she exclaimed.
Her twat was seized with multiple paroxysms as several orgasms exploded with violent fury.
In response to her plea, Eric removed the dildo from her cunt. It came out with a watery popping sound. The phallus glistened with her heavy cum. Eric fitted his lips over her gushing quim. She heard and felt him sucking deeply at her spigotless fountain. The suction he created was drying up the large pool of her cum.
"Ohhmmmm!" She gave a loud sigh of relief. It seemed her sexual capacity was taxed to the limit. She could unwind, now that it was over.
Eric straightened up and wiped his chin. Eileen looked at him from her bound position. He had suddenly matured in a week's time. His sexual sophistication was not that of a fourteen-year-old boy! She was exhausted from the gruelling session. Her limbs were tired also.
She asked them to release her for a temporary respite. Eileen served the boys soda and made herself a cup of instant coffee. She had had no breakfast that morning. The coffee was a welcomed pick-me-up after all that sex.
Her wristwatch showed almost eleven o'clock. It was time that the boys were getting back. She didn't want their meeting to end so soon.
"How would you boys like to have lunch out with me?" she asked. They nodded in eager agreement.
Eileen picked up her phone and called the school's office. She compounded their breach of honor by compromising herself further. She told the school that she had met the boys at church and was taking them out for lunch. The boys would be returned later in the afternoon.
Her act made her an accessory to their offense. It didn't matter to her! She would have her lovers for several more hours. That was more important than anything else! To be able to enjoy the carnal bliss of sex with her corrupted youths.
She didn't want to appear too anxious. "Are ... are we finished? May I get dressed now?" she asked. She was playing the role of the compromised mistress. Eileen hoped that the boys had something else in mind. There was enough time left for one more session, whatever it might be.
"I'm getting tired of using that old position of tying you to the bed," Danny declared. "We gotta have something new! Something a little more exciting!"
His statement appealed to her. It was more tiring for her to be spread-eagled on the bed. She wondered what kind of a position Danny would dream up. Anything would be more exciting than being tied to the bed.
Danny took two chairs and placed them in tandem. He alternated them so that the backs faced each other. Taking a pillow, he tossed it across the two seats of the two chairs. Eric and he fastened her to the chairs, face down.
Before they started, Eileen knew what part of her anatomy was to be attacked. It was uncomfortable but not as uncomfortable as being tied on the bed had become.
The boys felt and patted her buttocks. She had a nicely rounded bottom, one that they had admired when they watched her walk naked in front of them! She had already been fucked in the ass by Eric. Her libidinous longings anxiously awaited Danny's penile probe of her ass.
Finally, the crown passed through the tight orifice. He continued the steady pressure until her rectum had absorbed his entire shaft. He exhaled a small sigh after his exerted effort. Danny's hands clasped her hips for support.
"Shit!" he exclaimed in annoyed disgust. "This position is uncomfortable."
Danny pulled his cock out. It made a soft popping sound. Eileen was disappointed by the abbreviated contact. After the slightly difficult entrance, Danny's prick felt good impacted in her bung-hole. She wanted him to try again. She was going to suggest the bed again even though they were tired of using it, but decided not to. It would be more thrilling to let the boys choose something.
"I got it!" Eric exclaimed joyfully. "Let's use the table! It's perfect!"
They quickly untied her and moved to the small kitchen table. Eileen was fastened, bent over, to the table. Her ass still vulnerable to their pleasures.
Danny got behind her again and attempted another entrance. Gradually, he resumed the position he had vacated. Once more, his cock was solidly imbedded in her hole. His hands gripped her hips.
"Hmmmrrr!" he growled in approval. "Boy! This is like fucking a tight cunt!" he exclaimed.
Eileen silently reveled in the thrill of his penetration. His dick was fully stuffed in her rectum. She undulated her ass in erotic quivers. Danny's pelvis followed her erratic movements with his prick firmly implanted in her hole. He took a firmer grip on her hips and began to fuck Eileen in earnest. His own ass shook as he pistoned his dong in and out of her anus.
The constant friction of his fleshy pestle in her mortar started a gentle glow. She could feel the incandescent warmth spreading to her cunt. It wasn't hot enough to heat up her pussy. Just a mild voluptuous feeling of erotic bliss! There was still the thrilling exhilaration of having a carnal relationship with these young boys!
If her hands were free, she could rub her cunt. The manual stimulation would heighten the luxuriant sensuality of the act. Before she had an opportunity to ask Eric to service her, Eileen felt Danny's liquid tribute spewing into her hole.
He humped her wildly as his orgasm churned in the bowels of his balls. His respiration quickened. His cock shuttled in and out of her ass in rapid strokes. Danny's prick made a partial withdrawal.
He plunged his dong as far as he could into her rectal sheath. She felt her asscheeks drawn tightly against his pelvis by the hands on her hips.
Deep in her anal canal, Eileen felt his glutinous cum. He held her buttocks firmly to his pelvis as he orgasmed into her hole. She tumbled her hips languorously to increase the erotic exhilaration Danny was feeling.
"Ooooooo!" he groaned softly in sensual gratification. "What a piece of ass!" he exclaimed in admiration.
Eileen thrilled at his complimentary exclamation. It was too bad that their meetings had to be clandestine. There would be hell to pay if their encounters were ever discovered. That was an added thrill to this sexual escapade!
She found excitement in the act with the boys. The dangerous game she was playing increased the thrill. Even the boys were skating on thin ice! The subterfuge they resorted to, if discovered, could jeopardize all of their positions.
It didn't matter to Eileen. The boys probably felt the same way! Sex was all that mattered! Wild, erotic, sensual, satisfying sex!
The boys released her. Eileen glanced at her watch. It was getting late. Not much time for other sexual nuances! They hurriedly dressed for lunch. Perhaps, some other time! And there would be other times!
CHAPTER SIX
Later that afternoon, Eileen had time to reflect upon the incidents of the week. On the whole, it had been very satisfying. She had gained two youthful lovers. The acquisition of their sexual attention made her hunger for more.
Eric had served her well. Perhaps she could use him as a lure for other young lovers! Her mind was already working on ways to entrap the others.
There were other problems she had to overcome. Where to consummate the sex act? And the tied-up position on the bed! She had to be intimidated or else her mind wouldn't accept the affair. Eileen wanted some other position that was more comfortable, but just as confining. Her small apartment didn't offer the opportunity for much variety. Although Danny almost discovered a novel way with the chairs!
She undressed and stared at her shaven pussy. That Danny! It wasn't such a bad idea to remove the pubic hairs! Eileen had the time to examine her new look unhurriedly now. There was no one present anxiously desiring to fuck her.
Her eyes stared intently at the reflection in the mirror. It looked like a miniature version of her ass. The slightly puffed labia of her cunt resembled her buttocks. The lips of her snatch dipped in like a small parkerhouse roll. Just like the crack in her ass! She looked at her crotch and parted her thighs. Bending her legs slightly, Eileen stared at the fleshy trench that seemed to run from the bottom of her belly up to the back of her ass.
Just staring at her erogenous attributes made her horny. Softly, she swore obscene curses. Her aroused passions needed relief! She took the dildo from the dresser. Eileen threw herself on the bed. The fake cock was pushed inside her twat. She twisted the knob and the gadget hummed into action.
While one hand worked the phallus in and out of her cunt, the other hand rubbed frantically on the clitoris. The combined effort produced the desired effect. It produced a sensual glow. Yet, there was something missing! Eileen experienced an orgasm, but it wasn't the same as the others. It lacked the ecstatic thrill! The throbbing pulsations were absent. But her orgasm temporarily reduced the fever of her lust.
Finally, she fell asleep. In the dining hall the next morning, Eileen was confronted by Walter Archer.
"I want to apologize for what I said the other day," he told her. "I was only kidding. But there is something important I'd like to speak to you about! It has to do with my work. May I see you after classes? We can discuss it over a cup of coffee."
She looked at him with disdain. "There's nothing you and I have to say to each other. I don't understand why you persist in bothering me. Especially since I don't want anything to do with you! If you continue, I'll have to speak to Mr. Henshaw," she threatened.
Archer gave her an appraising look. "No, forget it! If that's the way you feel then there's nothing I can do. But if you ever change your mind! Or if there's something you want to discuss with me, I'm in the boys' dorm. Room 3."
He walked away without saying another word. Eileen watched his departing figure. There was something different about him. Archer was trying to tell her something! Her curiousity was piqued by his change of character. She shrugged her shoulders in annoyed indifference.
What the hell was she wondering about? She couldn't care less about Walter Archer's intentions or motives!
She walked into her first class. Eric gave her a guarded smile. Eileen acknowledged it with a slight nod of her head. During a lesson drill, she sensed some kind of undercurrent.
Her mind was aware of something out of place. The class maintained proper decorum. Yet, she was getting vibrations. It disturbed her because she couldn't identify the cause of her uneasiness.
The bell rang. As the class filed out, Eric hung back. "Can you meet me at the punishment room at three?" he asked.
Eileen nodded, surprised at the request. Evidently, the boy had plans for her. Her cunt started to itch in anticipation. The idea was crazy! It was dangerous to have a prolonged sex session in that room! She was throwing caution to the wind in exchange for one ecstatic moment of sex.
For the rest of the day, Eileen experienced the same unknown feeling she had during her first class. If it was a Grade B jungle movie, the classic line would be that the natives were restless.
Normally, there would be a hubbub of voices. This would be indicative of something going to happen. The voices were there! And yet, they weren't there! Eileen found it frustrating in her inability to catch the pulse of this undercurrent.
Her eyes searched each class for any offenders. She didn't catch anyone whispering or talking. Some intuition told her that others were looking at her. She seemed conscious of their stares. When she looked up, the eyes disappeared.
During her third class, Eileen addressed the class in French. "Is anything wrong?" They stared back blankly at her. She repeated the question in English. She was greeted by the same blank stares. Her class looked at her as though she had lost some of her marbles. The reaction irritated her. Eileen was glad when the final bell of the day rang. It was three o'clock. In minutes, she would be with Eric. Perhaps, he might have the answer!
She hurried to the punishment room and met Eric outside.
"The big barn in the woods!" he said, "In fifteen minutes!"
With that, he took off. Eileen stood looking after him in perplexed thought. She wondered whether it had anything to do with her classes. There was only one way to find out and Eileen hurried to the barn. Her answers were there!
The barn had been part of an estate before it was taken over by the school. During the summer months, the barn was rented to summer stock groups. Otherwise, it was rarely used. There were several other buildings on the school property which covered several acres. Most of the buildings close to the school were utilized. Structures, like the barn, were left unoccupied.
It was a mild autumn day for mid-September. Eileen shivered as a thrilling chill rushed along her spine. She suspected that Eric had something planned for her. Why else would he have her meet him in the deserted barn? Reaching the barn, she pushed the door open and stepped inside.
Immediately, the door was pulled closed. Eileen turned around, frightened by the prospect of something dreadful happening to her. Danny was at the door. He gave her a friendly smile. It couldn't be too bad with Eric and Danny present!
Eileen was unprepared for the other boys. There were about twenty other boys in the barn. Eric greeted her cordially.
"I've been telling the boys that you enjoy being fucked," he said. "They didn't believe me. So I brought them here to prove it," he declared.
She was shocked by the boldness of this boy! He was defying fate! If they were caught in this compromising position, it would go hard for all of them.
The promise of getting fucked by so many youngsters was exciting. The possibility of being caught sobered her. But her licentious nature overcame her prudence.
"What ... what do you want?" she stammered in pretended consternation.
"You know what we want!" Eric retorted. "We want you to take off your clothes. If you don't, we'll all swear that you charged us money to do a dirty show for us."
Eileen shook her head in disbelief at the dialogue. At first, she had created this type of situation to appease her conscience. She had been using it to her advantage. But she had created a monster! Eric was controlling the situation. Her dominance was usurped by a fourteen-year-old boy.
"I think you've gone too far, Eric!" she said.
"You promised to keep this matter a secret."
He gave his shoulders an indifferent shrug. "So I lied! And you can't do anything about it! You got five minutes to take off your clothes. If you ain't bare-assed by that time, we're all going to Mr. Henshaw."
Eileen looked around at the sea of youthful faces. Her mind was filled with the intoxicating thought of so many boys using her body. She began to disrobe, against her better judgment. A murmur of salacious approval greeted her undraped form. The sight of her naked cunt elicited exclamations of prurient acceptance.
Eric tossed a rope over a cross beam. One end was tied about Eileen's wrists. The rope was drawn so that her arms were pulled upward. He fastened the other end around a post. She stood in the center of the barn with her hands suspended above her head. There wasn't too much strain on the arms although it was tiring.
There was little the boys could do to her in this position. It was an awkward pose. None of the boys could fuck her. She couldn't understand why Eric chose this way. Her answer didn't take long in coming.
"Boys!" Eric addressed them with the showmanship of an entrepreneur. "You are now going to have the benefit of a sex lesson with the help of Miss Bannell.
"These bumps on her chest are called tits!
They're very nice to feel and suck on. Some of you are too small to reach her tits for sucking. Later, you'll have a chance to suck them. In the meantime, you can feel them."
There was a disorganized rush as twenty boys rushed forward to inspect the voluptuous virtues of her tits. She felt a succulent agitation in her crotch. It was a gang rape and her body tingled at the prospect. Eric and Danny moved in to attain some semblance of order.
After all the boys had mauled her tits, Eric continued with his lecture. "This is her cunt! Usually, it is covered with hair. It doesn't look sexy with hair on it." he pushed his fingers into her snatch and parted the lips.
"You can push your fingers up her cunt or put your pricks in and fuck her," he told them. "Everybody gets a chance to frig her with their fingers. No shoving! One at a time!"
Their examination of her pussy was more orderly. Eileen thrilled as each boy sampled the luscious sensuality of sticking a finger in a cunt. For each boy, the tactile exploration was a first. She closed her eyes in carnal bliss. Their digital probing was brief. But each time a finger was inserted, Eileen felt an erotic tingle.
When each boy had finished sampling the pleasures of her snatch, Eric brought his audience to her rear. Her ass was then subjected to their sexual investigation. She wriggled her ass as each boy shoved a finger or two up her hole.
Her arms were getting tired from the strain. She was hoping they would do some real fucking. Eric must have read her mind.
"All right! You all had the chance to feel her up and see what she's got," he declared. "Now, we're gonna bid on who gets the chance to fuck her. The three highest bidders get their choice."
The sonofabitch! she thought. For a fourteen-year-old, Eric certainly learned fast! He was auctioning off her sexual wares like a high class pimp. Grudgingly, she admired his resourcefulness. Not only that! His actions were salving her conscience. She could enjoy relations without any remorse. After all, she was forced to commit these immoral acts!
"Can you lower my arms?" she asked. "They're getting stiff. I'd appreciate it."
Danny responded to her request. She was grateful for his consideration. The auction began. The animated bidding excited her. Twenty-five cents was the first bid! Despite the small amount, Eileen knew it represented a fortune to some of the boys.
Eric capably conducted the auction. He ran the bidding up to two dollars. There was spirited bidding as the boys offered part of their weekly allowance. The bid was up to three dollars. Eileen enjoyed the situation despite the circumstances. All these boys vying to buy the use of her body! It was exciting!
The final bid was four and a half dollars. The runners-ups were four and a quarter and four dollars.
Eileen's successful bidder was a fifteen-year-old boy. He was a husky boy. Eagerly, he stripped off his clothes. Uninhibited and unabashed by his nakedness, he approached his prize.
"Lay down!" he ordered Eileen.
She gazed at his rigid cock. It was thicker than Danny's piece but not quite as large. He knelt down between her thighs. Intuitively, he knew what to do. She was stretched out on the dirt ground. It was cold but her body ignored the chill. Her anxious twat eagerly anticipated the introduction of the thrilling prick. A sigh of pleasure greeted the awaited prong.
Eileen felt the cuntlips stretch as his dick pushed into her quim. He penetrated her hole as far as he could go. The tight impaction produced a warm tingle in her snatch. With deliberate movement, he pushed his cock in and out.
His head leaned forward to suck up one of her tits. The prick leisurely moved up and down while his attention centered on her succulent tit. He sucked her tit strongly. She shut her eyes to enjoy the erogenous stimulation.
The sensation was a pleasant one. It wasn't a strong vividly exciting feeling. Just a luxuriant feeling of well-being. She didn't want to appear too wanton. Eileen suppressed the urge to call out, to exhort the boy to lustfully fuck her! She was content to delight in the pleasurable contact.
He released his oral hold on her tit. His hips commenced an increased tempo as he concentrated his efforts on fucking. She felt the lascivious friction of his pistoning cock. Within seconds, his orgasm violently exploded into her snatch.
To a neophyte such as he, it was a satisfactory finale. To Eileen, it left her incomplete. The two other boys who bought her service didn't fare as well. No sooner had they inserted their pricks than they shot their loads. Eric promised the others an opportunity to use Eileen's body at some other time. They grumbled disappointedly at the abbreviated session. He maintained his control over the group.
They filed out of the barn. Eric warned them to exercise caution in leaving. A large group would invite suspicion. He admonished them to keep quiet about the episode in the barn. Eileen was thankful that he exercised circumspection.
Eric and Danny remained behind.
"Will you untie me now?" she asked.
Eric shook his head. "Not yet! We haven't had our fun. I bet you're looking for a good fuck. Not like the quickies you just had!"
For a fourteen-year-old, he had a lot of balls! She wondered whether he was really an adult in disguise. He had made a tremendous transformation.
She didn't mind being subjected to more sex. Especially with her two star pupils! They were able to evoke exciting erotic stirrings within her. The two boys removed their pants and underwear.
Danny lay on the floor. His prick was rampant and ready to fuck her. He ordered Eileen to impale herself on his cock. She straddled his thighs and lowered her trunk over his shaft. He reached up and parted her cuntlips, guiding his hard-on between them. Her twat was filled with the other boys' cum. Danny's dick slid in easily on the glutinous lubricant.
Eileen leaned forward awkwardly because of her bound hands. She tried to support her body so that her full weight wasn't on Danny. Eric was parting the cheeks of her ass for his entry. His pintle insinuated itself up her bung-hole without too much trouble. She was firmly skewered on their virile prongs.
This was more like it! She could feel the return of the strong sensual agitation that thrilled her whenever the boys fucked her. The strong tingling filled her cunt. There was little effort needed on her part. Eric and Danny were doing all the work. Her body was rocked back and forth with the locomotion of their churning hips.
Eileen was pleasantly surprised by Danny's ability to control a climax. The way she was being screwed might have had something to do with it.
She was being fucked in tandem. Eric from behind and Danny in front. They weren't exerting as much effort as they would if they fucked her one at a time.
It didn't matter to her how they did it. She was enjoying the ecstatic thrill of the contact.
Danny's cock would partially withdraw from her cunt. Then Eric would jam his dinger forcefully into her ass. The thrust of Eric's movement impaled her deeper on Danny's prick. As Eric moved back, Danny's upward shove would push Eileen's ass against the retreating dick.
Her erogenous holes would shuttle back and forth between the two fleshy poles. It was a kind of sexual ring-toss. Her twin holes were the rings! And their cocks were the posts!
Eric always had the tendency to cum first. He gripped her hips tightly. His pelvis movements quickened in a frenzied tempo. The lustful lunges of his pintle shoved Eileen on to Danny's thrusting pole. She felt the voluptuous contact of Danny's cock as she was driven down on it.
There was an aura of animal sensuality as the three fucked on the floor of the barn. Eileen was like a bitch in heat. The atmosphere lent this feeling to the act. Everything about the place induced this response. The smell, the sight, the sounds!
She closed her eyes to intensify the ecstatic bliss of this moment. Her face was heated with the flush of erotic excitement. Her pulse quickened. She wriggled her hips in wanton abandon.
"Ohhrrrr!" Eric's groan was an anguished sound of blissful relief. He fitted his pelvis tightly against Eileen's buttocks. His cock throbbed in erratic pulsations. Globs of the viscous cum spattered in her rectum.
Eileen concentrated on the prick pumping in her twat. She felt a hint of an orgasm burgeoning deep in her loins. Her cunt rubbed harder against the pistoning cock. Danny, sensing the urgency of the moment, responded with his own animated movements. The two bodies shook with frenzied agitation.
"Hunnrrr! Hunnrrr!" he grunted. His breathing showing the strains of his exertion!
Eric had withdrawn his emptied cock from her ass. Eileen could move with more freedom. Her ass moved in erotic gyrations. Her pointed tits swung in an unrestrained sensual shimmy. Danny reached up to clutch the swaying boobs. He pulled on her tits as he increased the tempo of his thrusts.
The burgeoning orgasm blossomed into a full . blown climax. She felt the intoxicating thrill as her orgasm filled every pore with a piquant tingle.
"Ummmm!" she moaned in ecstatic delerium.
"That's beautiful!" she exclaimed. "I'm cumming, I'm cumming! Hurry up! Shoot your load. Let me feel your cum meet mine!"
Danny's buttocks shook as he made a frenzied final shove. He ground his groin against her naked pubes. His pubic hairs scraped her skin, sending new ecstatic thrills up her spine.
Suddenly, he was spending his cum into her twat. His cock spasmed with deep contractions. She could feel his juices squirting and mingling with her emissions. They remained welded together, savoring the diminishing pulsations of their orgasms.
Eileen stood up, uncoupling herself from her sex partner. Some of the cum's residue trickled from her venereal slit.
"Why are you doing this to me?" she asked. "You've degraded and humiliated me by having all these boys here. Do you hate me that much?"
"Cut the crap!" Eric snapped back. "You loved it! You probably wished that all the boys here had fucked you."
"That's a nasty thing to say, Eric," she chided him. "I think that the auction you held was disgusting. I thought we had a special thing going between us."
"Hah!" Eric snorted in derision. "You think 'cause we're kids, we're stupid! After that first time, I figured out what was going on. And that was a pretty corny bit when you thought we were suckering Danny!"
Eileen was surprised at his revelation. She had thought she was being very clever. It turned out that the boys were equal to the occasion.
"What do you intend to do?" she asked.
"Just what you want us to do!" Eric declared. "We'll play along with your game. Any time we want to, we'll fuck you! Or some of the other kids will! We'll tie you or any other crazy thing you want us to do.
"But you'll put out whenever we want you!" he avowed in confident cognition.
She looked at Eric. He stared back in smug defiance. She sensed his awareness of the control he had over her. Holding her hands toward him, she said, "Do you mind loosening these knots. I'd like to get dressed."
Danny took hold of the rope and loosened the knots. She rubbed her wrists for a few minutes. She started to dress.
"Wait a minute!" Eric exclaimed. "Before you go I want you to suck me off," he insisted.
She looked at his prick. He was shaking it, teasing it into an erection. There were traces of his cum on it plus a residue from her ass. This was the final act of humiliation! She couldn't think of anything worse he could do to her.
She knelt between his thighs and shuddered at the sight of his stiff pintle. With repugnant hesitation, Eileen absorbed his prick in her mouth.
The brackish taste almost made her throw up. She gagged a little. Her tongue washed away the offensive taste.
Eileen's hands clasped Eric's buttocks and drew him closer. She found this degrading act exciting. Sucking his dirty cock had perverse overtones. The act pandered to her carnal desires. This was the kind of moment she dreamed of! The raptuous union between a sensual youth and herself!
Her pursed lips drew strongly on his cock. She worked her mouth rapidly, orally jerking him off. Eric started to rock back and forth. His small prick fucked her mouth with short erotic strokes. Suddenly, he grabbed her head and jammed his groin flush up to her face.
Fortunately for her, he had a short dinger. She was able to absorb his entire cock. His hot cum shot into her throat. The thick cum slid down her gullet. When the last dying contraction stopped, Eileen removed her mouth.
"Okay! You can go now!" Eric dismissed her.
She finished dressing. "Don't think it hasn't been fun," she sarcasmed, "because it hasn't!"
She couldn't resist the remark. Deep down, Eileen loved every moment. She wished it would happen more often.
CHAPTER SEVEN
The session in the barn had been an exciting one for Eileen. However, the barn was cold and drafty. Lying on the floor, naked, didn't help her well-being any. That night, she felt the beginning of a cold. She took several cold tablets, a shot of liquor, and covered herself with heavy blankets.
She woke up in the morning drenched with her perspiration. The impending cold was averted. Eileen took a quick warm shower, dressed, and hurried to the school for breakfast.
Walter Archer passed her on the way to the dining room. His face was a mask of solemnity as he briefly nodded to her. He didn't say a word to her. She was a little surprised at his silence. She remonstrated with herself. What the hell did she want! When he made friendly overtures, she turned him off! She threatened to report' him if he persisted in annoying her! Now when he said nothing to her, she wanted him to talk to her! Why the hell don't you make up your mind, Eileen? she told herself.
She looked around her first class and saw Eric was missing. In response to her query about him one of the boys told her that Eric was sick. He couldn't tell her what was wrong. She suspected the boy was not telling the truth.
Several of the boys present at the barn orgy were in her class. They seemed hostile and silently defiant. It puzzled her. She suspected it had something to do with Eric's absence. But what? A slow realization made her apprehensive.
Had the administration found out about her indiscretions? Did Henshaw take punitive action against Eric? She gnawed her lip in anxious speculation. Her mind was preoccupied with these random thoughts. Twice, her class politely corrected her for incorrect responses.
She debated the situation with herself. If something was amiss, the office would have contacted her by now! Was her concern unduly warranted? Worrying about it wasn't helping her conduct classes.
The class bell rang. Eileen was still thinking about the situation during the second class. Several other boys who were at the barn were in the second class. Their eyes betrayed their sulkiness. She was certain now that their attitude was tied in with Eric's absence and the incident in the barn.
But why didn't the administration contact her? That was the illogical part! If they knew, surely they would say something! An admonition! A lecture! Or fire her summarily!
Eileen received her answer during the second class. A monitor brought a note to her. The note requested her presence in the punishment room after classes.
They knew! A crazy thought occurred to her. Was Henshaw going to paddle her ass for her misconduct? That was stupid. Perhaps, he had Eric in the room! Henshaw was going to confront her with the victim! She developed a splitting headache. Her stomach felt queasy at the prospect of the meeting with Henshaw.
She wanted to run away and hide. Leave the school and send in her resignation! Eileen considered going to Archer and asking him for advice and help. Or at least be present when she met with Henshaw! To have him there as a witness!
By the end of the day, Eileen was confused and apprehensive. She walked to the punishment room like a robot.
Roger Henshaw was waiting for her. He was a large heavy-set man. His face was large and oval with thinning black hair and blue gimlet eyes. For the first time, she noticed his eyes. They were piercing, sadistic eyes. This was the first time she had encountered him face to face. His secretary had hired her.
"Ah, Miss Bannell!" he greeted her. "It was nice of you to come. I chose the punishment-room for our conference so that we wouldn't be disturbed. After you," he invited her in.
Won't you come into my parlor, said the spider to the fly, she thought.
His speech and unctuous manner worried her. She didn't know what to expect. If he had shown some kind of emotion, she would know what to expect. His unconcerned manner made her uneasy and wary.
Henshaw locked the door after them. Eileen noticed a movie screen in front of the spanking balustrade. There was a motion picture projector on top of a table towards the back of the room. A frightening thought struck her! Did he have pictures of the orgy in the barn? What a horrible thing!
"I invited you here to see some interesting movies, Miss Bannell," he said. "I have a theory about young ladies who teach the romance languages. After you see the movies, perhaps you might be interested in corroborating that theory."
He went to the windows and drew the blinds. The room was partially darkened. There was a chair away from the projector. Eileen sat down and apprehensively awaited the film showing.
Henshaw started the movies. It showed a young girl with her bare ass at the punishment rack. She recognized one of her students. The next figure was Henshaw. He began to fondle the girl's buttocks before he spanked her ass with his hand.
"Oops!" he exclaimed in humorous apology. "Wrong film!"
Eileen realized what she was going to see! Henshaw had some kind of a hidden camera located in the room. Like the cameras in a bank! He had scenes of her encounter with Eric and the other students she punished in the room. The damaging film was with Eric!
She got up to leave while he was adjusting another reel of film. "I think I've seen enough!" she declared.
"Sit down, Miss Bannell!" he ordered. "I'm not finished with you yet!" He spoke in sharp clipped tones. Frightened and intimidated by his manner, Eileen returned to her chair.
"Ah! Here we are!" Henshaw declared. She felt her face flush with humiliation as the pictures flickered on the screen. The sudden amplification of sound startled her. Talking movies! She heard the entire conversation of the scene with Eric.
As she slumped in the chair, her inclination was to run out of the room. How could this bastard do such a thing to his personnel? No one was safe! She wondered how many other teachers unsuspectingly were recorded on film.
She averted her eyes from the screen. But she couldn't shut out the sound of her conversation!
When the film was over, Henshaw turned on the room lights. "You must forgive my delay in showing you this film," he said. "I had to have the film developed. After I saw the film yesterday, I spoke to young Eric.
"At first he was a little reluctant to talk. You've been quite busy, Miss Bannell! Aside from a penchant for young boys, you seem to have a highly sexual inclination. I wish I had pictures of that orgy in the barn! What have you to say for yourself, Miss Bannell?"
Eileen was mortified by the developments. She was so shocked that she couldn't face Henshaw. Her eyes stared at the floor while she remained seated. She tried to think of something to say. Any statement she might make would only make matters worse.
"I ... I ... am so ... thoroughly ... ashamed!" she confessed. Her mind was confused as she tried to say something. Anything that would make some sense!
She began to cry. If only he had shouted at her! Denounced her as some kind of a wanton slut! A sexual pervert! Anything! Instead, he was treating the matter lightly. Like some kind of a big joke!
"Please ... Mr. Henshaw...." she said between sobs. "Don't drag this out. I'm ... I'm ... so ashamed. Just ... tell me ... I'm fired. I'll ... pack ... my things ... and ... and ... leave."
"Oh, no, Miss Bannell! You're not leaving!" he said. His voice was condescending. "You have just been appointed to my staff of concubines."
She jerked her head up. Her face showed her shocked consternation. "How dare you make such a disgusting suggestion?" she indignantly challenged him. "What do you think I am? You can't make me do such a thing!"
He laughed malevolently. "We've already established what you are. You did that on your own! You don't think I'm going to fire you without pressing any charges?
"You're in big trouble, Miss Bannell! I have documentary evidence to prove the charges. I also have sworn statements concerning your . .er ... indiscretions. They frown on corrupting the morals of minors in this state."
"You wouldn't dare!" she defied him. "The publicity wouldn't do your school any good!" She was hoping this argument would counteract his threat. There would be an impasse! The worst that could happen then would be that he'd fire her!
Desperation made her clutch at straws. He grinned back at her. "Nice try! But it won't work! My immediate response to the situation will negate that. After all, look at the safeguards I've used to make certain that the school functions properly. You'll have to think of something else!"
Her eyes darted back and forth. She was desperately thinking of some other flaw in his school. "This punishment room!" she exlaimed in a triumphant voice. "That's it! Look at all these instruments! How can you justify this room?"
"You are trying, Miss Bannell! No one will censure me in applying certain measures for unruly students. Besides, I'm covered on that issue. I won't tell you how. Suffice it to say, your accusations on that basis won't stand up," he told her.
She was beaten! Every avenue of escape seemed closed to her. He had her trapped.
"If ... if I give in to you, what kind of a guarantee do I have that you won't prosecute me?" she asked.
"Very simple! You'll remain on at the school in . your regular capacity. You'll continue to teach. The longer you stay, the more difficult my case becomes. After all," he explained, "how can I justify knowledge of your acts while allowing you to remain?"
It seemed a logical argument. At this point, she was too confused to think clearly. He was offering her release from any legal indictment. She still had a job. All she had to do was satisfy his lust! It seemed like small compensation in exchange for what she was getting!
But to be Henshaw's personal mistress! It was a big blow to her self respect. Although, she had little self respect left. Her sexual trespasses had wiped it out.
"All right!" she surrendered. "I'll do what you want under those conditions."
He started to undress. "Good! There's no time like the present to begin. Take off your clothes!" he ordered.
Reluctantly, she removed her garments. The prospects of being fucked by this man weren't as exciting as her affairs with the boys. Henshaw was standing in front of her, watching her disrobe. She averted her eyes. Her gaze fell on his partial hard-on. It continued to lengthen as her last bit of clothing came off.
His cock appeared to be as long and thick as the dildo she had in her room. When she removed her panties, Henshaw issued a low whistle.
"Now, that's nice!" he exclaimed. "Eric didn't tell me you shaved the hair off your cunt. I bet you're a real horny bitch!" He clapped his hands in salacious anticipation. "Well, we'll soon find out how good a piece of ass you are!"
Eileen trembled at his remarks. She wasn't fooling around with the little boys now. This was a cruel, sadistic adult. She was hoping that he wouldn't hurt her.
"Please be gentle!" she asked him.
He gave her a twisted grin. "Don't worry, Miss Bannell. After I finish with you, you'll know you've been fucked! Just relax and enjoy yourself. That's what I'm going to do!"
She looked around the room. It was cold, passionless! There were no beds or couches. The atmosphere was devoid of anything conducive to inspiring an erotic thrill. Eileen felt cheap! Like a common whore!
Henshaw reached out and drew her to him. His hands cupped her buttocks as he pressed his crotch into her naked pubes. His mouth fastened over one of her luscious tits. He started to chew softly on the succulent nipple.
"OUCH!" she cried out as he bit her tit. "That hurts!"
She felt his fingers digging into her soft round ass as he mauled the resilient hillocks. His cock was grinding the flesh between her thighs, just missing the entrance to her cunt. The hard shaft kept rubbing against the underside of her pussy.
"You're not acting like you enjoy this!" he said. "I think you have to get into the mood. How about sucking me off? That ought to warm you up!"
Eileen crouched down, her face level with his large cock. Henshaw had a slight paunch but it didn't obscure his hard-on. She stared at his cock with clinical interest. Thick, blue veins bulged slightly all over the blood engorged flesh. His heavy balls, a wrinkled fleshy sac with strands of hair sticking from it, hung down between his legs.
"Come on!" he insisted impatiently. "Start sucking! And make it good!"
Her lips formed a large O. She held his cock down near the root. Her fist rested in the hairy bush from which his prick protruded. The tip of his dick disappeared between her lips. Eileen's tongue rolled over the corona of his prick. He grabbed her head and shoved his cock into her mouth. It caught her unawares. The force of the insertion made her gag.
She pulled her head away. Tears welled up in her eyes as she coughed. "You don't have to be so rough!" she rebuked him. "That damn thing almost choked me!"
"Then stop playing around and start sucking!" he demanded.
Eileen was tempted to grab his balls and squeeze hard. The desire passed quickly. Instead, she cupped his heavy nuts and fondled them. Her mouth absorbed his prick partially and she resumed sucking on it.
Her tongue lathered his hard dick with her saliva. She brushed her tongue along the fleshy shaft with firm sensual strokes. Her other hand was holding his cock. Slowly, her closed fist pumped up and down. She wanted to save herself the arduous task of making him cum by just using her mouth.
"Hold it!" he interrupted her. "I want you to rim me!"
Eileen was unfamiliar with the term but soon found out what it meant. His cock free of her mouth, Henshaw turned around. He grabbed his asscheeks and splayed his ass. He bent over slightly, presenting his anus to her face. She looked at his fat ugly butt. Staring back at her was the brownish puckered hole. Like a Cyclops asleep!
As her face drew closer, her nose was assailed by a fetid odor.
"Suck that asshole!" he demanded. "And let's see you try to stick your tongue in the hole!"
She closed her eyes in an attempt to shut out the odor and the scene. Her tongue reached out and circled the perimeter of his asshole. She found the odor and taste repulsive. There was no other alternative for her than to follow his orders.
The oral spatula scraped over his asshole covering it with the saliva from her mouth. She pressed the tip of her tongue against the sphincter. Eileen wished her tongue was a stiff prick. She wanted so much to jam it up his ass. To make him cry out in pain!
"Hey! That's good!" Henshaw complimented her efforts.
In her angry frustration of trying to fuck his ass with her tongue, she had succeeded in satisfying his perverted carnal lust. Her tongue continued to assault his puckered hole.
Henshaw moved his ass away and turned around. He grabbed his prick and wiggled it at her. She knew what that meant! Eileen resumed sucking his dick. Her hand slid up and down his hard flesh in short hard strokes. The mouth continued to give oral service to his cock.
Henshaw stood wriggling his hips slowly as her mouth and hand tried to induce a quick orgasm. The palm cupping his balls felt the pulsation of the imminent climax. His balls drew up, like retractable landing wheels. He grabbed her head again. This time, she knew what he was going to do!
Eileen stiffened her neck, bracing herself against his forceful pull. The thick heavy effusion caught her unprepared. She never expected the excessive flow of cum. Her experience had been with young boys. While Danny's load was adequate, Henshaw's ejaculation was heavier.
"Mmmrrrr!" Henshaw growled ecstatic approval as his hot jism spurted down her throat. He grabbed her hair and pulled. The pain caused her to relax her stiffened neck. His cock made a deeper penetration into her mouth. The prick had lost some of its hardness. As she absorbed more of his cock, it shrank a little. She was thankful that she didn't choke this time.
She released her oral hold on his shrinking dick. The relaxed state of his prick surprised her. It was smaller than Danny's dong in a detumescent state. She couldn't understand how it was possible. Yet, there it was!
Henshaw's cock was a short fleshy stub. The head had withdrawn into its fleshy shell. The foreskin almost completely hid the bullet-nosed crown. She was hoping this session was over.
"Get your ass over to the rack!" he ordered.
"Are ... are you going to beat me?" she asked. "I ... I can't take pain! Please, don't hurt me!" she pleaded.
The room echoed with his diabolical laughter. "You don't mind whipping some kid's ass! But when it comes to your own, your blood turns to shit! Go on, get over to the rack!"
She approached the rack with trepidation. He grabbed her wrists and fastened them to the rail. She was helpless now! He could do anything he wanted to her.
His hand caressed the firm roundness of her buttocks. Eileen waited anxiously, fearfully for him to strike her. Instead, he continued to feel her ass. Her hips jerked as he roughly forced a finger into her asshole. She felt him frigging her hole with the violence of a lustful animal.
Suddenly, he relinquished his hold on her ass. Her ass felt cool at the withdrawal of the impacted finger.
Smack! Henshaw's hand slapped smartly across her buttocks. She felt the burning sting of the blow spreading across her reddening asscheeks. Her body jerked as she tried to free herself from her bonds.
"OW!" she cried out. "Please, Mr. Henshaw, don't ... don't hurt me. Don't hit me anymore!" she pleaded.
Smack! Smack! He fired two rapid blows at her ass. Eileen did a wild jig as he spanked her. She began to cry. Her sobs shook her body.
"You're hurting me, you're hurting me! Please, no more, no more! What do you want from me?" she asked terrified. "I'll do anything you want! What do you want from me?"
"I just wanted to show you what we do to the kids. And they take it better than you," he answered. "Be thankful that I didn't use anything on you but my hands. I could have really whipped your ass!
Archer was right, she thought! Henshaw was a sadistic devil! She was sorry now that she rebuffed the math teacher.
She felt the cheeks of her ass roughly parted. The head of Henshaw's cock was pressing against her sphincter. Her mouth opened in a silent scream. His cockhead crushed her small puckered hole as it forced its way past the sphincter. Even when Danny fucked her ass, it wasn't as brutal!
The nerve endings around her asshole burned as his thick cock penetrated her anus. Her buttocks stung from the blows Henshaw had delivered. She thought her ass was on fire from the combined pain. Henshaw continued to stuff his prick into her tight hole. He made a final thrust and drove the remaining inches deep into her rectal sheath.
Grabbing her by the pelvis, Henshaw started to fuck her ass slowly. Eileen closed her eyes and opened her mouth for some release from the pain. His heavy prong was partially withdrawn like a bolt on a gun. When it was half way out, he rammed it back. Gradually, she became inured to the thrusts.
For a brief moment, Eileen thought she would lose control of her bowels. It was the thick impaction that created this sensation. As her ass became accustomed to the feeling, she lost the urge to move her bowels.
Henshaw continued to fuck her ass. With the continued movements, Eileen's system adjusted to the pistoning cock. She heard him grunting behind her from the effort.
"Hunnrrr! Hunnrrr!" The raspy grunting sounds rumbled from his throat.
Her body rocked in cadence with his mobile prick as it sawed to and fro in her hole. His hands would push her away as he withdrew. Then, he would impale her on his cock by pulling her towards him.
She was void of any sensual feeling. There was little emotion stirring within her. In spite of the erogenous stimulation, there was little thrill. She felt no erotic excitement. Eileen wondered whether the remaining time at the school would be spent in similar sessions. Having Henshaw fuck her as he pleased without her experiencing any kind of orgasm or voluptuous thrill! Would she be able to enjoy relations with the boys? It was all speculative!
Only one thing was real at the moment! Her ass was being well fucked! Henshaw was no kid with a quick ejaculation! He was a grown man with long experience in fucking. It was evident in the prolonged assault on her ass. She was hoping he would cum soon. At least she would have some rest after he shot his load! The man was indefatigable! Was he fucking her with a real cock? Her sensitive ass muscles felt the initial spasm.
"Uhhhrrrr!" Henshaw's exclamation was a loud sigh of orgasmic satisfaction.
He made a final push, driving his erupting cock deep into her anal canal. Her still tingling asscheeks were welded to his crotch. Eileen's rectal muscles throbbed with the strong erotic paroxysms of his climax. The deep contractions and expansions of his spasming shaft pulsated against the confining flesh of her asshole.
She felt his thick cum splattering inside her ass. A low animal-like growl rumbled in his chest. "Ahhrrgrrr!"
He held this pose for several minutes after his cock finished spending. There was a faint popping sound when he removed his imbedded prong.
"You have a nice tight ass!" Henshaw told her. "I hope your cunt is just as tight. I like cherry cunt! A few of the girls here were just right!"
Eileen shuddered, hearing his confession. This beast had raped several of the girl students and was proud of it! She couldn't equate her actions with his. What she did to the young boys wasn't as bad as Henshaw deflowering a fourteen or fifteen-year-old girl.
She considered what her stepfather did to her as something different too. Eileen had been raped with her consent. These poor girls were forced to submit. Her rationalization was that the situations were different.
"Well, that wasn't bad for openers!" he said. "I think I'll have a couch moved in here. Might as well be comfortable when I get laid. What do you think, Miss Bannell?"
"Whatever you say, Mr. Henshaw!" she answered. She couldn't think of anything clever to say. Her mind was numb from the experience.
Eileen was annoyed by the way he addressed her. It seemed so pretentious. Miss Bannell, this! Miss Bannell, that! He was acting so proper.
"Oh, yes! I almost forgot! Eric tells me that you have a few interesting gadgets. Bring them to school with you tomorrow!" he ordered. "I think we can put them to some good use. I wonder how some of my little girls would like them."
He was a loathsome person. His lewd thoughts nauseated her. Imagine! Subjecting those teenaged girls to the various gadgets she had! She had a compulsion to throw up but managed to control the impulse.
Henshaw picked up his clothing and began dressing. "Thank you for a very enjoyable afternoon, Miss Bannell. I'm looking forward to our future meetings."
Eileen reached for her things. She dressed as quickly as she could. She was eager to leave him as soon as possible. Every minute in his presence made her feel contaminated by his evil thoughts. The first thing she was going to do after leaving him was take a shower. Eileen hoped the water would cleanse her from his defilement.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Henshaw waited until Eileen was dressed. He politely held the door open for her. As she passed him, he grabbed her by the ass. She let out a subdued painful yelp. Her ass still smarted from the abbreviated spanking he had given her.
She hurried past him. The faster she could leave him, the easier she could breathe. Outside of the school, Eileen decided to go to Eric's dorm. Her encounter with Henshaw was secondary now. What did he do to Eric? What kind of force did Henshaw exert on the boy?
Eileen felt responsible for what happened. She had done a foolish thing in seducing the boy in the punishment room. She silently cursed Henshaw for his perverted nature. As she entered the boys' building, she met Walter Archer.
"Are you here for business or pleasure?" he greeted her.
"What's that supposed to mean?" she snapped back. Her affair with Henshaw had upset her. She was self-conscious and thought Archer knew or suspected what was going on.
"Hell! I never met anyone so uptight as you!" he observed. "You have a way of interpreting the most innocent remark and distorting its meaning. You must have a guilty conscience or something. You may be fluent in French but you sure as hell are having difficulty with the English language!"
In retrospect, Eileen knew he was right. She had a sudden urge to take him into her confidence. To tell him everything and hope that he could offer some solution. It was funny! All the time he was making overtures to be friendly, she shunned him. Her sudden predicament needed a person who could view the problem objectively. Of all the people to consider, she thought of Archer.
"Look! I'm sorry!" she apologized. "It's ... it's just that I've had a lot of things on my mind. Besides, I thought you were coming on a bit too strong.
"I have to see Eric Stannis. It's important! After I see him, I want to speak to you privately."
Eileen spoke in halting phrases. She groped for words. It was difficult for her to admit she was wrong, as well as confess to her indiscretions. Walter studied her face. He appeared perceptive as though he understood what she was going through. He nodded and smiled.
"Would you like me to go along with you up to Eric's room?" he asked.
"Yes! I think you should. There ... there may be something you should see!" she answered.
His face screwed up in a puzzled look. "I think you know something that I don't know. Do you want to tell me about it now? It has something to do with Eric missing class today, doesn't it?" he asked.
"Please! I promised that I'd tell you everything. First, let's see how Eric is?" she said in a concerned voice.
Archer led the way to the boy's room. Walter knocked on the door and Danny opened it. They entered the room and found Eric lying on his stomach. He was naked except for a wet towel on his buttocks.
Walter hurried to the bed and removed the towel. Eric's ass was a fleshy canvas of ugly colors. Black, blue, a purplish-green, reddish-pink!
"Holy shit!" Walter exclaimed softly. "Who the hell did this job on you?"
Eric turned tear-reddened eyes on them. He shook his head. "Please! I don't want any trouble!" he pleaded. "Forget it! I'll be all right in a few days!"
"This is Henshaw's handiwork!" Eileen declared. "The dirty sonofabitch!" she swore.
Walter looked at her in surprise at her exclamation. "We have to report this to the police," he said. "And get this kid proper medical attention." He turned to Eric. "Have you eaten anything today?"
"Yes!" Danny answered. "I brought him some sandwiches and milk. I don't think you ought to say anything to anyone about this. Everything is okay now!"
"The hell it is!" Walter snapped angrily. "Come on!" he said to Eileen, "there's a phone in my room. I'm going to call the police and get an ambulance for him."
She looked at the two boys. Their terrified eyes pleading with her to intervene. Her shoulders rose as she took a deep breath. As though she was lifting a heavy burden! A long sigh escaped her lips as she exhaled.
"Walter!" she said. "I promised you something before. I know this has to be reported to the authorities and Eric needs medical attention.
"But this isn't like a gunshot or knife wound! For the time being, can't we take Eric to some doctor for temporary medical treatment? It's important to me and the kids!"
He looked at her as though he was seeing her for the first time. His eyes narrowed in concentration. He saw the concerned look on the two boys' faces.
Nodding his head in reluctant agreement, he said, "Okay! I'll sit on this for a while! But I have a doctor friend! I'm going to call him and have him come so that he can take care of you. Don't talk to anyone!" he advised the boys. "And try to keep any visitors out."
He and Eileen returned to his room. Walter took out a small address book and called a number. He spoke to someone and told that person about Eric. Walter gave directions to the school and Eric's room number. There was some more talk about keeping the matter quiet.
"Just take care of the kid and make him comfortable," Walter said. "I'll take care of the details later."
After he hung up, Walter turned questioning eyes toward Eileen. His face was grim. "Well! Do you want to tell me about it now?"
She looked down at her hands. He watched her nervously wringing her hands. "Would you mind very much if we went someplace else to talk about this?" she asked. "I think I need a good drink!"
"Do you want to go to some bar to talk about this?" he sounded surprised.
"It's not easy for me to talk about this! Can we go over to my place. It would make things easier for me!" she said.
"Okay! I'll follow you in my car. Let's go!"
It was after five and dusk was slowly lowering its shade. Walter followed her to her apartment and parked behind her car. Inside the apartment, Eileen poured a drink for herself. She turned to him.
"Do you want a drink?" she asked.
He seemed impatient but controlled his emotions. "Okay! I don't want you to drink alone. Besides, I might need this drink after I hear your story."
Eileen took a big swallow from her glass. Her chest heaved as she exhaled a deep sigh. "It all started...." she began. Walter listened and she related all the incidences that had occurred.
He frowned several times causing her to cringe inwardly. She told him of the boys in her room, the orgy, and about the pictures Henshaw showed her. In an attempt to detract from her transgressions, Eileen spoke of Henshaw's boasting of sexual relations with the younger girls.
Walter said nothing during her admission of guilt. He finished his drink and lit up his pipe.
"You know you're in big trouble!" he told her. She nodded. Her eyes brimmed with tears.
"You must think I'm ... I'm some kind of ... of a female sex fiend. Honest, Walter! I never meant to harm anyone. If there was some kind of a way to get out of this, I'd do it. I'd do anything if I could correct this whole mess," she said.
"That seems to be your favorite pastime!" he answered in dry sarcasm. "You keep volunteering to do anything."
"You don't have to rub it in!" she sniffed through her tears. "I can't help it if I'm a weak character!"
"Character, yes! Weak, no! You sure have some constitution when it comes to sex!" he replied.
"While we're in a confessing mood, I have something to say," Walter told her. "I tried to tell you this several times but you kept turning me off! I'm a special investigator!"
Eileen's mouth gaped open at this startling revelation. "You ... you mean that you're some kind of a cop?"
"Not quite!" he answered. "I'm an investigator. I'm not empowered to make any arrests. I just dig up the facts. I work for the State Education Board. We've had some reports about this guy Henshaw. In fact, we found out that he was buying off someone in our office."
"So that's what he meant when he said he was covered regarding his punishment room!" Eileen exclaimed.
"Lucky for us, he doesn't know about our discovery of his confederate in our office," Walter said. "Anyhow, I've been gathering evidence. Your testimony would help us."
"Then you're not really a math teacher!" she said.
He grinned. "Au contraire! I'm a certified math teacher. In your case, for instance, I would say the 'hole' is equal to the sum of its parts."
"That's a little off-color, isn't it?" she replied.
"You have to forgive me. I was just reverting back to character," he said. "You know, you're finished here."
"I know I've done wrong, Walter," she said. "But is there any way for me to get off the hook? I mean, well, you know! All the notoriety! I won't be able to teach any more. I may even go to jail. Is there some way you can help me?
Walter nodded. "I know! You'll do anything to help the cause! Boy! You women are great! You fight like hell to protect your virtue like it was a scared trust! Then after you lose it, you offer your bodies for sex like it was going out of style!" He held up his hand to prevent any protest she was ready to offer. "I didn't say that to offend you. It was something of a generalization."
Eileen pouted. "I don't want any lectures. I want to save my skin if possible. Can you do it?"
"I think I can do it," he answered. "You may wind up losing your teaching license. We can't avoid that! That's the best I can do. As for any legal involvement like the corruption of morals of minors, that's going to be a little rough! But we should be able to get around that! It's going to require a little cooperation on your part."
"Like what?" Eileen asked.
"You're not going to like it!" he told her.
"For crying out loud! Tell me already! I told you that I'd be willing to do anything to redeem myself," she said.
"Okay! The next time you have a session with Henshaw, let me know. Especially if he involves the girls as you said he would! If we grab him cold, we'll have him by the balls! After that, we'll take your deposition and you can clear out. I don't know if we can avoid further prosecution. At least it's worth a try!" he said.
"Is that the only way?" she asked. Her voice showed her disinclination to the plan.
"It's the fastest way to resolve this affair as well as get you off the hook. Or at least try to get you off the hook! I can't think of any other plan," he said. "If you have a better idea, let me know."
"No! I can't think of anything," she answered.
He looked at his watch. "Hey! It's after six. How about going out for something to eat? Maybe we can think better on full stomachs!"
Eileen agreed and they left in his car. During the meal, Walter tried to buoy her spirits. She smiled weakly several times. She was concerned with the severity of her problem. There was also the matter of being a decoy for Henshaw! Walter had to call her name several times to get her attention.
"Huh! What was that? I'm sorry! I just can't seem to concentrate. I know the food's good but I lost my appetite," she said.
He laughed. "I didn't ask you about the food. I was talking about your problems and I said something about it being food for thought."
"This whole day has been a complete disaster for me," Eileen said. "Do you think your doctor friend took care of Eric?" she asked.
"I'll call his home and find out. Excuse me, I'll be right back," he said.
"You can rest easy," Walter said when he returned. "My friend has Eric resting comfortably. And speaking of resting easy, I think you ought to go home and try to get some sleep. If I know Henshaw, he'll be hot after your body tomorrow!"
"Thanks!" she smiled sardonically. "That's something to look forward to."
Archer drove her back to her house. "Would you like to come in for a drink? You know ... one for the road!"
Walter looked at her face. Her eyes were pleading for his company. She didn't want to be left alone. Eileen was overwhelmed by the day's happenings.
"All right!" he agreed.
He followed her into the apartment. As they stepped inside, he reached for the light switch and closed it. Eileen gasped in surprise. She thought the fuse blew. Walter reached out and drew her to him.
He slipped his arms inside her top coat and drew her to him. Eileen didn't protest. Walter pressed her body to his. His mouth found her lips. Hungrily, she opened her mouth to accept his oral emissary. Her tongue rushed to meet his. The two tongues collided and embraced in a sensually erotic dance.
She moaned in raptuous pleasure. Her moan vibrated into his mouth like some echo chamber. Eileen crushed her pelvis into Walter's groin. She needed someone desperately to give her the love and solace to sustain her.
He had one hand clasping an asscheek, grinding her cunt into his expanding cock. His other hand fondled a tit through her blouse. He leaned against the wall while their bodies swayed.
"Oh, Walter!" she moaned. "I need you so much!" It was a plaintive whisper. The sentence was brief but it said a great deal. All her fears, frustrations, and needs for comforting were revealed in those few words.
"I won't leave you," he said, assuring her of his comforting presence.
He helped her out of her coat. His lips continued to console her with quick soft kisses on her mouth. Walter's fingers unbuttoned her blouse. He helped her out of the garment. Reaching behind her back, Walter unfastened her brassiere. His hand cupped a tit and brought it to his lips. The rosette tip was presented with a gentle caressing kiss.
Eileen was busily undressing him. Her skirt was removed next. He slipped off her half slip next. His hand slid into the hollow of her thighs and massaged her cunt through the panties.
"Did you shave off your hair?" he whispered, surprise in his voice.
She giggled at his reaction. "That's for me to know and for you to find out!"
Her hand had already loosened his pants and was removing his hard cock. Walter took off her panties. Eileen grasped the stiff flesh, her palm across the top, her fingers curled underneath. She held it firmly. Any moment, it might disappear and she didn't want to lose it.
She rubbed the head of his hard-on against her clitoris. An erotic tingle rippled in expanding circles and touched her spine. A thrilling chill shot up her spine like an express elevator. Walter's fingers lambently explored her denuded pubes.
"Hsss!" She sucked in her breath as his hand groped along the dampened skin folds of her aroused pussy.
Eileen encircled his neck with her free hand. Drawing his head closer, she locked her mouth over his lips. Her tongue rushed into his mouth. Once more, their mouths rapaciously attacked each other's tongue.
She moved backwards, guiding their bodies toward her bed. Her legs touched the edge of the bed. They lowered their bodies onto the bed. Their mouths were still welded together. Eileen moaned in ravished approval.
Walter continued to tease the sensitized erogenous cunt while his other hand gently mauled a tit. His mouth left her lips and fastened over a tit. His teeth closed over the areola. She felt the erotic tug on her nipple from the oral suction of his sensual mouth.
"Aaaahhhhhhrrrrrr!" she groaned in blissful appreciation.
He shifted his position. Instinctively, she opened her thighs. Gently, considerately, he guided his prick past the moistened lips of her snatch. His cock was hard and thick. She sighed at the luxuriant contact. None of her previous experiences compared to the pleasurable wedge of flesh that now reposed within her twat.
Walter remained motionless. His cock was buried deep in her cunt. Neither one moved. Eileen savored this moment of piquant pleasure. She stretched her legs wide and then locked her limbs across his croup. It drove his spike deeper into her hole. Her hands embraced his back and pulled him closer.
His pelvis leisurely rotated in a grinding pattern as his fleshy stick stirred her bubbling venereal cauldron. It was sexual witchcraft. Both of them were concocting a love potion.
He raised his hips, slowly withdrawing his impacted cock. Lowering his trunk, Walter slipped his prick back into the cuntal repository. Back and forth in measured cadence, he fucked her hole. Eileen responded by wriggling her ass. Her sideways movements and his fucking motions intensified the erotic thrill of the act.
Walter supported his body with one hand. Awkwardly, he placed his other hand between their welded bodies. His fingers captured the stiff flesh of her clitoris. His bucking loins struck his fingers like a hammer. It jammed his fingers into her clitty.
"Sorry ... honey...." he grunted between body thrusts, "this ... position isn't ... right ... for ... playing ... with ... your ... clitty!"
"That's all right!" she encouraged him. "You keep fucking me good. I'll do the rest."
She slipped her fingers over the stimulated little bud. Eileen rubbed her clitty while Walter concentrated on fucking her. He increased the tempo of his thrusts. The continued erotic friction provoked the voluptuous glow of sensual delight. She felt the stirrings of an erogenous orgasm growing within her. Walter's pistoning cock and her teasing fingers increased the thrilling agitation that seized her.
"Ohhhh!" she groaned. "That's lovely, Walter. That feels so good! I'm almost cumming!"
She was in a transition state going from a blissful tranquility to an erotic violent fervor. Eileen felt the tantilizing tentacles of sensual piquancy squeezing her venereal entrails. Deep within her cunt, the throbbing delerium of a climax began to increase. Any moment, the eruption of ecstasy would flow!
"Ohhhherrr! Ohhherrr!" she moaned in ecstatic approval. The voluptuous thrill of a fermenting orgasm enveloped her. Her hands reached out and clutched a fistful of sheet. The bunched sheet was clenched in her tightly closed fists. She rolled her head from side to side in anguished pleasure.
"Ooooo! Fuck me, Walter, fuck me!" Her voice was a hoarse whisper. "Harder, harder!" she exhorted him. It was a low soft urgent plea.
"That's it, that's it! Oh, oh! Here ... it ... cummmmesssss! I'm cumming! Kiss me! Fuck me!
Squeeze me! More! More! I'm ... Oh! Walter! AHHRRGRRrrr!" She cried out in an anguished cry of pleasure. The groan died down to a sustained gurgle.
Her body thrashed and writhed as her orgasm swept through every pore. She kept her ankles locked, holding him in a vise-like lock between her thighs. Every nerve ending and fibre in her body tingled. The sensual shock of a climax pulsated with a voluptuous intoxication. It made her quiver with sensual delight.
Walter's mouth was above her ear. He was breathing heavier from the exertion. His warm breath tickled her ear, causing goose-bumps to blanket her body.
His cock pounded into her pussy with repeated strokes. She felt the orgasmic contractions of his prick palpitating against the walls of her cunt. The cream-like aliment of his cum shot out in staccato throbs.
Eileen pressed her thighs tighter around Walter. Suddenly, she discovered a physical sexual phenomenon. By concentrating, she could flex her vaginal muscles. The muscles gently squeezed his cock. It also afforded her a new type of erogenous excitement. The discovery of this venereal exercise thrilled her.
Walter shoved his cock into her hot quim in a final thrust. He filled her hole with his hot jism. They were glued together as the violent climaxes subsided within them.
He gave her a quick loving peck on the lips. As he withdrew his dick, he said, "Where did you learn that trick?"
"What trick?" she asked.
"That loving squeeze job you do with the muscles in your cunt!" he answered. "It's really wild!"
"It's a little something us women learn. You know! When our mothers tell us the facts of life!" she said.
"Don't give me that!" he exclaimed dubiously. "I've screwed a few women in my lifetime! None of them ever did that!"
"Well, I guess you're just lucky! I'm sure you have a few tricks to turn women on!" she said.
"Would you like to see one?" he asked.
"Why not! This seems to be a day full of surprises!" she answered. "How about a ten minute break for refreshments? I can serve you booze or instant coffee," she offered.
"I'll take the instant coffee. Black without sugar," he said. She bounced out of the bed to get the coffee.
When they had finished the coffee, Walter stretched out on the bed. He patted the mattress invitingly. "It's show time!" he declared. "Get on top of me, upside down!"
Eileen knew what that meant! He was going to eat her cunt. The carnal thought aroused her lust.
She was filled with lascivious responses. She positioned herself above him, her knees resting alongside his head. Leaning her head forward, her gaze centered on his growing flower of manhood. His cock was expanding into a stiff piece of flesh.
Walter's hands reached around her legs and parted her asscheeks. His tongue rolled along the crack. It passed over the puckered hole as it swept upwards. The titilating tongue passed over the hole on its descent.
The contact of his oral brush on her ass kindled a new kind of erotic thrill. She wriggled her ass in sensual delight as he started to rim her. The tip of his tongue became a fleshy probe. It made a determined effort to penetrate the tight sphincter. Eileen thrilled to the erogenous oral contact.
His tongue left its attempt to enter her hole. He brought it downward. The oral spatula scraped over her perineum. He shifted his head and the tongue was at the base of her cunt.
Walter teased her. He rolled his tongue over the puffy outer lips of her snatch. She trembled with sensual agitation as the warm, moist tongue laved her pubes. His tongue touched the crest of her slit. Like the suction of a pneumatic tube, Eileen's clitoris was vacuumed into his mouth.
He pulled the turgid flesh of her clitty taut. His teeth gently clamped around the base of the erogenous flesh. She thought he was going to bite it off at the roots. Instead, his teeth held her clitoris firmly anchored. He stretched the flesh and whipped it with his caressing tongue.
She had never experienced such exquisite sensual thrills. Even the moments with the boys and the gadgets could not match Walter's lascivious tongue.
Eileen started her oral assault on his cock. Her pursed lips closed over the crown. She drew his prick slowly into her mouth. Her tongue lavished loving care as it skimmed the tip of his prick. She capped her teeth with her lips. The sheathed mouth softly clamped down on his partically imbedded shaft. Slowly, her tongue curled around the rib of his cockhead. She rubbed the tip of her tongue over the tiny pee-hole in the center of the cock.
Walter shoved one finger up her asshole and another into her twat. Her hips jerked once convulsively at the unexpected insertions. He maintained his oral hold on her clitoris while his fingers frigged her holes. Eileen tumbled her hips in a sinuous gyration. Fires of passion ignited inside her cunt. She could feel the warm glow spreading all over.
His prick glided into her mouth. She absorbed as much of it as she could. Her tongue slid all over his fleshy shaft. Gently, she nibbled on his cock. Her shielded teeth chewed on the sensitive underside of his dick, near the head.
Eileen switched her attention to his balls. Her sensual mouth covered his flesh covered nuts with saliva. She captured a ball in her rapacious mouth. He wriggled his hips in carnal enjoyment while her teeth and lips played voluptuous havoc with each nut. She alternated her tonguing of each ball.
"Mmmmmm!" she murmured in appreciation of his efforts. Also for the pleasurable sucking of his dick! She loved the taste of his cock and balls. His warm body gave off a strong masculine smell. There is something stimulating about body odors. Male or female! Especially during fucking!
Eileen resumed the licking and sucking of his cock. Her cheeks collapsed inward as she sucked deeply. Then, the cheeks would inflate as she puffed on his thick shaft.
Her tongue curled clockwise around his cock. It uncurled and swung counter-clockwise. She swirled her oral brush around his prick. From time to time, she would alternate her oral teasing. Eileen would flick her tongue rapidly against the absorbed prick. To alter the variations, she would rub her lips up and down.
During the lip rubbing, Walter's cock would slip in and out of her mouth. He was fucking her oral cunt with her help.
Lancing shivers rolled up her spine. The delerious throbs in her twat were becoming more intense. Walter's dual frigging of her holes added to the intensity of the lascivious turbulence that palpitated in her aroused cunt. His mouth continued to excite the erogenous little button at the top of her pudendum.
"Mmmmmm!" she groaned as she rocked her hips in cadence to his erotic stimulation.
Eileen pressed her pussy into his teasing mouth. An orgasmic whirlpool was swirling inside her snatch. Her pulse quickened. The height of her sexual arousal was at its peak.
The tempo of her cocksucking increased. Her heid jerked up and down rapidly. Walter's prick appeared out of and disappeared into her oral cavern. She was in a state of ecstatic abandon. Eileen was in the throes of a violent sensual thrill. It showed in the way she passionately attacked his cock and in the way her pelvis churned in response to Walter's stimulating mouth and fingers!
She came, loosing a flood of turbulent orgasmic juices! Walter's face was crushed with her churning crotch. Her mouth continued to tantalize his cock, orally teasing it to release the erogenous glutinous globs of cum! She felt the climactic paroxysms of Walter's strong ejaculation. Her mouth filled up with his sweet cum.
Eileen savored the creamy jism as it slid down bar throat. She drew hungrily on his fleshy straw, extracting the last drop of his delicious love juice.
Walter withdrew his fingers from her ass and cunt. His mouth fitted against her discharging cunt. The viscous cum trickled past his lips. He sucked deeply, draining the copious fluid out of her twat.
His tongue reached into the damp cavern to extract any residue.
They remained in this inverted pose for some time. Their mouths ravenously working on the other's genitals! Each determined to drain out the last loving drop of cum from the other.
Eileen rolled off. "Whew!" she exclaimed. "That was really something! Don't tell me that was something your father taught you during his lecture about the birds and the bees!"
He grinned. "No! Actually, I learned how to do that when I used to blow a bugle in the Boy Scouts!"
"And how about that double finger action! You didn't learn that in the Boy Scouts!" she questioned.
"Well, that was a trick I picked up bowling!" he replied.
"Bowling?" she said puzzled.
"Did you ever bowl without a ball having at least two holes?" he asked.
Eileen laughed.
"I'm glad you can laugh," Walter said. "Things aren't too bad when you can laugh. Don't worry! We'll work things out."
"What about tomorrow? Or the day after?" she asked.
"What about it?" he replied. "How will you know that Henshaw is going to ... you know ... how are you going to catch him in the act?" she said.
"Simple! Starting tomorrow morning, I'll have a back-up man stationed outside of the punishment room. He'll be watching the window. Just make sure you show yourself at the window. As soon as you do, we'll make our move," he explained.
"And what about Eric?" she asked.
"I'm arranging to move him as soon as everybody goes to school. It'll be inconspicuous. We'll use a station wagon so that he can lie down in the back. An ambulance would attract too much attention. And he sure as hell can't sit!" he replied.
"And that's it!" Eileen said.
"Don't sound like the world is coming to an end! I told you! We'll try to keep you out of the picture as much as we can. You'll only lose your teaching license," he told her.
"Then what will I do?" she persisted.
"Be thankful for the little things! First, let's get this mess resolved. After that, I'll come up with something," he assured her. "It's getting late. Get some sleep. I'll see you tomorrow. Act normal! And that includes ignoring me. It will look suspicious if we suddenly became friendly."
Walter got up and dressed. She walked him toward the door, still naked. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she kissed him warmly. He responded to her embrace.
CHAPTER NINE
After Walter left, Eileen did a little dance around the room. She was happy about the new relationship with him. Too bad it didn't happen sooner! She wondered whether she would be in the mess she was if she had been friendlier toward him.
What a glorious session of sex they had! Her thoughts lingered on possible future encounters. After this mess at the school was cleared up, would she still see him? Or was he just giving her a snow job?
She thought of seeing Henshaw again. Eileen wasn't crazy about fucking around with that sadistic bastard! But watching him screw the girl students! She doubted whether her stomach could tolerate such a scene. Only the actual incident would reveal her reactions.
Eileen ran a tub of water. Her body luxuriated in the warm, relaxing bath. The water eased the tensions in her. The bath and sex with Walter made her evening complete. She slipped into bed thinking pleasant thoughts. As Walter said: "The world isn't coming to an end. Be thankful for the little things." That's what she intended to do!
The next morning, Eileen was faced with reality. There were classes to teach! There was also Henshaw! She remembered to wrap the sex gadgets in a paper bag. Henshaw had ordered her to bring them to school. As she packed them, she wondered what crazy whim made her buy them.
Her classes were not interrupted by any incidents. She noticed that the students were still cool to her. But not as hostile as the previous day! At least that was a good sign. During her third period, Eileen received the unwelcomed summons. Henshaw wanted to see her after classes.
She felt apprehensive about the meeting. Her mind was filled with doubtful questions. Would Walter and his confederate arrive in time? Would any of the younger girls be violated? What was Henshaw going to do to her? The brief note disconcerted her. It affected her teaching for the rest of the day. By three o'clock, Eileen's stomach was thoroughly unsettled.
Henshaw's face had a satanic grin as she approached him.
"Ah! My dear Miss Bannell! I see you can't wait to enjoy my company. I hope you brought your little toys. We should have a very exciting afternoon."
She felt her flesh crawling with loathing and disgust. There were no girls around. Were they going to be alone again? He opened the door and Eileen stepped in. The sight of three girls outraged her. Henshaw made good his promise. He had young girls present as well as the addition of a couch.
He clapped his hand in salacious anticipation. "Well! We're all here for the big party! Shall we get started?"
Eileen turned to him. "Look! There's no need to have these girls present. We had a good time by ourselves yesterday. We don't need them," she said.
It was a futile attempt. She doubted whether she could make him change his mind. The fearful embarrassed looks of the girls evoked commiserate feelings in her. His answer confirmed her worst feelings.
"Let's not be ridiculous, Miss Bannell. These girls are only to happy to satisfy my needs. Aren't you?" he asked the girls.
They nodded. Eileen saw their reluctant assent.
"Shall we all get into the mood by taking our clothes off?" he said. "Hurry up! The last one naked goes under the mill!"
Eileen moved toward the window. "Don't you think we should lower the blinds?" she asked.
"That's a good idea, Miss Bannell!" Henshaw said. "You're fortunate. You're still dressed. But I'll excuse you from getting your ass fanned for the suggestion."
He turned and pointed his finger at a little redheaded girl. Eileen recognized the girl as Janice Dobson. A fourteen-year-old who was well developed for her age. The girl had large, bowl-shaped tits. She had a small triangular patch of red hair covering her young cunt.
"You were the last one undressed, Janice. You have to go under the mill," he ordered.
The other two naked girls took up their positions. They lined up in back of each other. Their legs were splayed to form a tunnel of legs. Henshaw directed Eileen, now also nude, to get behind the girls. He took his place as the anchorman.
Eileen watched the victim tremble with fear as she knelt down on her knees and hands. Janice passed under the first girl's legs. The girl closed her legs, holding Janice captive. Janice's ass was spanked several times. She cried out in pain. She was released and passed under the legs of the second girl.
The ritual was repeated. Janice was crying now. Her body shook with sobs as the second girl slapped Janice's ass with both hands.
When Janice crawled under Eileen's legs, she was given only a taken whack on her red, shaking asscheeks.
"You're not playing the game right!" Henshaw exclaimed in a voice showing his displeasure. "I want you to give her ass at least a half a dozen good slaps. Now, you do it!" he ordered.
Eileen realized she was going to incur his wrath. She didn't care. She turned to Henshaw. "Let's stop these cruel games! If you want to have sex, have it! I can't see why you're endangering the morals of these girls. For that matter, you're leaving yourself open to charges of rape!"
Henshaw snorted in derision. "And what about you, my lily-white Miss Bannell? Have you forgotten about your escapades with the boys here?"
She bit her lip at the accusation. But the discussion had temporarily halted the physical abuse of Janice.
Eileen was stalling for time. The longer they talked, the less time there would be for sex before their rescue. She wondered where the rescuers were.
"I didn't know this was going to be a debate," she continued. "Unless we're going to discuss sex!"
"Miss Bannell! You're trying my patience!" he declared. His irritation was evident by the tone of his voice. "All right! Since you're so damn eager for sex, I'll give it to you. We'll start off with something easy."
He removed the dildo from the bag and showed it to the three girls. "This is what Miss Bannell uses when she can't get a good cock. Only frustrated women and girls use this piece of shit. Just to prove the point! I'm going to fuck all you girls with my prick and this hunk of junk. And you tell me which you like better!"
Eileen was embarrassed. Not so much for herself but for the girls. They had to be subjected to such a depraved and perverted individual.
Henshaw sat down on the couch and called one of the girls over to him. She approached him timorously. Eileen was tempted to tell the girl to defy him. Help was on the way! Any moment, Walter and his aide would come storming through the door.
The thought suddenly occurred to Eileen. Suppose the man didn't see her signal? Suppose no one was coming? A premature warning to Henshaw might foul up Walter's plans! She didn't know what to do! Her first thought was to prevent further harm to the girls. It was difficult under the circumstances. She could only stand and watch helplessly.
The girl was in front of Henshaw. Lewdly, he felt the youngster up, his obscene hands pawing the erogenous parts of her body. He rubbed the girl's cunt to lubricate it. He took the fake cock and inserted up her cunt. One hand encircled her waist while the other hand pushed in the dildo.
"How do you like the feel of it?" he asked, his face in a lewd grin.
"It ... It's a little too big!" the girl answered in a frightened voice.
"You'll get used to it," he told her. He turned the knob and the room filled with the humming sound of the vibrator.
The girl's eyes widened in surprised shock. Her mouth opened without any sound coming from it. She trembled as the-gadget pulsated in her small pussy.
Henshaw laughed malevolently at the girl's discomfort. She began to cry. "Please, please, Mr. Henshaw!" she pleaded between sobs. "Please stop! It's hurting me!"
His face darkened in a frown. "Which would you rather have? My cock in you or this little toy?"
"Your cock, your cock!" the girl cried out in a desperate attempt to stop the abuse.
Henshaw pulled the phallus out. "Since you want my cock so badly, suck it, make love to it first!" he demanded.
Eileen was nauseated by this disgusting scene. She had to put a stop to it, one way or another.
"You're only bullying these girls because you can't make it with a grown woman!" she declared. "You're impotent when it comes to fucking women."
He turned on her. His face was crimson with anger. "I'll show you how impotent I am! I'm going to fuck you so you won't be able to straighten out for a week."
He relased his hold on the girl. "Get over here!" he ordered Eileen.
She stepped forward and Henshaw shoved her over the arm of the couch. Her ass was exposed to his attack. He grabbed her buttocks and roughly parted the cheeks. His cockhead pushed into the tight sphincter. A small cry of pain tore from her throat. The hard cock penetrated the resistant orifice.
Henshaw gripped her hips, pulling her toward him. The tight asshole muscles gave ground grudgingly. She was impaled on his stiff pole. He started to rock his hips in violent strokes. Eileen felt the rough friction of .his hard flesh pistoning in and out of her cunt.
She looked up at the girls. They were standing, watching in fascinated horror. Eileen had gained a respite for them from sexual abuse. She was unable to spare them the obscene spectacle they were witnessing. Her other thought was about the delay in her rescue.
Animal-like grunts rumbled in Henshaw's throat as he fucked Eileen's ass. His body rocked in violent thrusts. Her tender asshole tissues were irritated. She didn't know how long she could endure his rough treatment.
Suddenly, her ass was free of his impacted cock. He didn't cum! His action surprised her. Henshaw displayed his still rampant prick to the girls.
"See!" he said in fierce pride, "My prick is still hard! Now, I'll show you some real fucking!" It was a determined boast.
He reached between Eileen's thighs. Coarse fingers parted her cunt lips. His cock was rammed into her twat from behind. Henshaw started the raging thrusts of his prick into her box. She felt the rough flesh scraping the sensitive lips of her vulva. Her inclination was to ask him to be gender. It would be a waste of time. He was insensible to consideration.
Instead, Eileen suffered in silence. She bit her lip to hold back any outcries of pain. Surprisingly, there was no sensual reaction to the erotic contact. Other times, any phallic object would induce some kind of lascivious reaction. This time, nothing! Only a passive forbearance!
She heard his labored breathing as he fucked her with determination. Her hope was that he would climax soon. That was her only prospect of release from his brutal assault. His spasming prick answered her silent wish for deliverance. The strong contractions in his cock pumped out the glutinous spurts of cum. A small sigh of relief escaped her lips. In a few more seconds, her sexual ordeal would be over.
Henshaw drew his cock out. It was still erect but losing its rigidity. He exhibited his prick to the girls. The slowly shrinking shaft was covered with vestiges of his cum.
"See that!" he angrily demanded. "And I can cum again! Go ahead, Miss Bannell! Suck me off now! I'll show you how impotent I am!"
Wearily, she turned around. She knelt in front of him. Her fingers reached out and clasped his flaccid prick at the base. His soft flesh was stuffed into her mouth. Her tongue tasted the bitter remains of his jism. She rolled her lips back and forth to urge his cock into a rigid state. It took some time but she managed to promote a hard-on for him.
Eileen knew the girls were as disgusted as she by this exhibition. There was nothing they could do but wait. Her mouth worked on Henshaw's dick. She sucked the hard flesh with dispassionate torpor. Her fist pumped his prick as she masturbated him. She was trying to induce an orgasm manually instead of orally.
His body bucked in violent thrusts. She expected him to shoot his load into her mouth any second. He suddenly withdrew his cock. His fleshy tube geysered with the thick white cum.
"See, see!" he exclaimed in excited animation. "I came again! And I still have plenty more left for the rest of you!"
His spurting cum spattered against Eileen's tits. She was glad that she didn't have to swallow his orgasm. Despite Henshaw's boast, Eileen knew it would be some time before he could take on any of the girls.
She was wrong! Henshaw called for Janice. She found some courage and refused. He went to one of the cabinets and removed a whip. Henshaw waved it at Janice threatingly.
"You get your ass over here!" he demanded. "I want you to suck me off."
The sight of the whip frightened her. His act intimidated her and she came forward. She kneeled in front of him. As she reached for his cock, the door swung open. A flash went off. Everyone in the room was startled by the intrusion.
Walter Archer, another man, and a woman entered. "You're under arrest!" the man announced to Henshaw.
The man told Henshaw the charge and recited his legal rights. The woman told the girls to dress. Archer went to Eileen. Their appearance wasn't a moment too soon!
"Get your clothes on and your ass out of here!" Walter told Eileen in a low voice. His instructions were imperative. "And go home! You don't know anything! You don't speak to anyone until you hear from me! Got that?"
She nodded. "Thank heavens you came! That man is sick! What the hell took you so long?"
"This isn't the time for conversation," Walter answered. "Get out!"
Eileen threw her clothes on quickly. She wanted to know what was going to happen. What were they going to say to Henshaw? Her curiousity was piqued. She remained outside the door with her ear pressed firmly against the door.
She heard the formal charges made against Henshaw. "And what about that bitch, Miss Bannell?" he was shouting. "What Miss Bannell?" Walter answered him. "You and the three girls are the only ones in this room."
"She was just here! You let her go!" Henshaw shouted.
"Did you see a woman here?" Walter was asking someone. There was a pause. "Did you?" He was probably talking to the girls when he asked, "Did any of you see Miss Bannell?
"You're grabbing at straws, Henshaw, when you start accusing others without proof."
Eileen was relieved by the way everyone was covering up for her. Walter was making good his offer of getting her off lightly in this sordid affair. Her period of elation was brief. Henshaw was making damaging statements.
"I've got proof that Miss Bannell is nothing but a sexual degenerate. She has corrupted the morals of several of the boys here. I have movies of her doing this. You can even ask the boys," Henshaw said.
"Is that so?" Walter questioned dubiously. "And where are these so-called films of proof? That is, if such films exist?"
"They're in my wall sa....!" Henshaw started to tell him. He stopped in the middle of his disclosure realizing that Walter had tricked him.
"Thank you for telling me," Walter said.
"You ... you ... can't touch my property without a search warrant!" Henshaw declared loudly.
Eileen realized how damaging the film with her playing around Eric was. She had every confidence in Walter. He had promised to protect her as much as possible. She strained her ears to hear the rest of the conversation.
"Who's going to touch your property without a search warrant?" Walter asked. "I wouldn't dare to do anything to jeopardize this case against you. You've been getting away with murder for a long time! And that includes your friend! By the way, in case you didn't know! Your buddy's association with the Education Department has been terminated.
"But it wouldn't surprise me if one of your mischievous students opened your safe and he found all those rolls of dirty movies and conscientious that he or she is, turned the films over to me! Would it surprise you?"
"You dirty motherfucking bastard!" Henshaw swore. "You won't get away with this frame-up!"
"Ah! But that's where you're wrong, buddy!" Walter replied. "I've got two bona fide witnesses. By the way, the young lady with me is Sergeant Martin of the juvenile division. The testimony of these girls and others and the films should do the job.
"Also, pictures of this room of horrors! There are a lot of cute toys here that people wouldn't approve of," he added.
Eileen was still straining her ears to catch the conversation. She jumped, startled, at the touch on the shoulder. Turning, she saw Danny standing behind her.
"You know, someone took Eric away!" he said. "Say, what's going on in there?"
She realized that his presence might be detrimental. Walter had told her to go home! The best thing to do was to leave and make sure that Danny left also!
"Henshaw is having a little problem. I think it would be best for both of us to get out of here. Come on!" she said.
Taking Danny by the arm, Eileen steered him out of the building. Her better judgment told her to follow Walter's instructions. To go home and not see or talk to anyone! Danny's sudden appearance changed her mind. The old lust for young boys returned. She felt a strong desire to have a good fuck with him.
Eileen found herself walking toward the barn with Danny. There would be no one there. It was isolated. The perfect place to fuck around with him.
Danny pulled back. "If you're going to do what I'm thinking you're going to do, you're crazy! If Henshaw finds out, he'll kill me worse than he did Eric."
She smiled at him. "Don't worry! Henshaw is through here. I don't know whether the school will even continue. In fact, I won't be here any more after today. I was hoping that you and I could have one last fling. How about it, Danny?"
Her announcement surprised him. Danny stopped and looked at her. "No kidding? No more Henshaw?" he asked. She nodded. "And you're going away also?" Eileen nodded again to his query.
"Shit!" he exclaimed in disgust. "Just when things were beginning to get exciting. Okay!" he agreed to her invitation.
She began to feel the strong libidinous inclination. What she was going to do could only imperil her position further. But her only thought was the impending sex!
In the past, Eileen had condoned her actions. She had been intimidated into having sex with the younger boys. That had salved her conscience! This time, there was no intimidation! Danny had been openly solicited. Somehow, this didn't bother her. She rationalized that this was the last time there would be any salacious encounter with a minor. This was something special and didn't really count!
They reached the barn. Eileen looked around at the deserted scene of her last orgy. Just the thought of what had happened evoked lascivious thoughts. Her eyes searched the empty barn for a comfortable and inconspicuous place for their assignation. She raised her head. There was a loft with straw strewn on it. The perfect place. Danny and she ascended a ladder to the loft.
"I'm sorry, Danny! This is going to be a quickie! But let's make the best of it. Okay?" she said.
He nodded. His eyes shone with a licentious gleam. She reached out and unbuttoned his pants. Pulling down his pants and shorts, she exposed his cock. It was hard and ready for action. Her fingers curled around the erection, caressing it.
Releasing his prick, she hiked up her skirt and pulled down her pantyhose. Eileen stretched out on the old straw. It was musty and damp in the loft. The atmosphere didn't bother them. Both of them were concentrating on the sight of exposed genitals.
Eileen splayed her legs. Her hands rubbed her naked cunt obscenely. She parted the puffy outer lips, exhibiting the damp folds of pink-red flesh. Her forefingers slipped in and parted the inner lips of her snatch. She flexed the muscles of her cunt. The opening of her vagina closed and opened. It resembled a lewd oral invitation.
Danny knelt between her parted thighs. He guided his dick past the drawn cuntal lips. It slipped in easily. Eileen blew out a soft sigh of ecstatic satisfaction. He was no Walter but his stiff flesh was a soothing comfort after Henshaw's harsh abuse of her pussy.
His prick felt good just resting in her snatch. He riased his body slightly so that he could insert his hand between their bodies. Her body tingled at the touch of his hand on her clitoris. She felt the delicious glow warming up that node of flesh at the apex of her cunt. It flowed from her clitty through her cunt and into her body.
The erogenous thrill was low-keyed. In the past, her sexual contact with the youngsters had elicited a strong voluptuous feeling. This time the passionate arousal wasn't as intense. But she luxuriated in the gentle sensuality of the prick inside her quim.
Danny continued to massage her clitty. His fingers captured the base of the flesh between his forefinger and thumb. He rubbed his fingers back and forth rapidly across the clitty. The fingers fondled and teased the erogenous flesh. Eileen closed her eyes. She took a deep breath and sighed.
"Ummmmmm!" She exhaled with a low groan of appreciate approval. "Ahhhhhh!"
The delerious throb of an orgasm began to pulsate. She felt the voluptuous palpitations growing more intense. Just a few more rubs on the clitoris!
"Ohherrr!" she groaned. "Keep it up, Danny! Just a little more! That's it, that's it! Harder! Rub my clitty harder! Oh! You got it! That's it! I'm cumming, I'm cumming! Fuck me, fuck me! Hurry up!" she urged him.
Eileen felt the heavy flow of her climax wash into her cunt. It wasn't as forceful or extreme in its potency as the others she had experienced. But it was there!
In response to her urgent plea, Danny released his hold on her clitoris. He started to rock his prick back and forth. She arched her back and gyrated her pelvis to complement his actions. His cock slid in and out of her juicy hole.
"Hunrr! Hunrr!" They grunted in unison as their bodies thrashed together. Danny was pumping frantically in an attempt to induce a quick orgasm.
Eileen was helping him with her own erotic movements. Both of them worked feverishly.
"Fuck me, harder! Harder!" Eileen exhorted him. "That's the way, Danny! Ooooo! That's good! You're doing fine! I want to feel your lovely cum shooting into my cunt!" she declared in lascivious encouragement.
His young body was a buoyant spring bouncing up and down in an erotic drive. He gave a gasp of blissful release as he plunged his cock deep into her snatch.
"Ahhhrrr!"
Danny's pelvis grounded into her groin. The thick, milky juice spurted out of his spasming shaft. She sighed approvingly. He ejaculated heavily into her.
They lay there waiting for his penile paroxysms to stop. When the last weak contraction was over, Danny took out his spent cock.
"I guess it's all over, huh?" he asked in a desolate voice. "It was a lot of fun while it lasted."
"I'm afraid so, Danny!" she answered. "Certain things have happened here. I want you to promise me one thing."
"What's that?" he said.
"You must never mention to anyone what we've done. It would get me into a lot of trouble," she told him.
"Sure!" he promised. "You know, I wish we had a little more time. There's something else I'd like to do."
Eileen looked at her watch. She was supposed to be back in her apartment. It was getting late. The hell with it!
"What do you want to do, Danny?" she asked. "I'd like to ... to fuck you in the ass!" he declared.
Eileen smiled at his boldness. "All right!" she agreed. "But you're not ready to do it yet. Your peter is pooped. You're going to have to get it hard again."
"Jerk me off a little," he told her. "That'll get it hard again."
She reached out for his cock. It was still wet and sticky with the residue of his cum. Her fingers curled around the flaccid piece of meat. The fingers pumped back and forth several times. His cock responded to her manipulation. Within minutes, Eileen had his prick ready for action.
Kneeling on the ground, she presented her ass to him for his pleasure. Gently, he parted the asscheeks. Danny pressed his cockhead against the anal orifice. Eileen felt the slight pressure as his dick pushed inward. She felt the crown of his peter penetrate the sphincter. Slowly, the rest of his hard flesh insinuated past the anal hole.
He began to shuttle his cock in and out of her ass. She anticipated a long session. Only a few minutes ago, he shot a load. It would take some time before he came again. Her ass shook in rhythm with his movements. The additional friction from her ass movements was intended to bring on his orgams sooner.
Danny began to pump faster. Any moment now he would be shooting his second load. Eileen moved in tandem with him. He gave an anguished groan of erotic fulfillment. His cock was buried deep into her rectum. The ejaculation wasn't as powerful as the first time. He managed to fill her asshole with his cum.
Eileen leaned over and kissed him on the forehead. "I had a lot of fun while it lasted."
He shook his head in agreement. Danny was straightening out his clothing. "Me, too, Miss Bannell!"
"If you see Eric, tell him the same thing. And tell him I'm sorry about what happened," she told him.
She climbed down the ladder from the loft. Her eyes swept around the deserted barn. Without looking back, she hurried out the door. As she reached the door, Eileen heard Danny call out. "Goodbye, Miss Bannell! Good luck!"
That was very thoughtful of him, she reflected. Whatever her destiny was in the future, she would need a lot of good luck. At least someone was kind enough to wish her well!
CHAPTER TEN
Eileen reached her apartment a little after five. The phone was ringing as she entered. She hurried to the phone and picked it up. It was Walter.
"Where the hell have you been?"
"I ... I had to do a little shopping before I came home," she lied.
"I told you to go right home!" he complained. "I've been trying to get you."
"Is anything wrong?" She asked anxiously.
"Not really! I saw a few films of you in action in the punishment room," Walter said.
She blushed at his disclosure. "Oh!" she exclaimed, unable to say anything else. Eileen was too ashamed to reply. The film with her and Eric was too shocking.
"I can't understand how a sexy broad like you could get involved with little boys like that!" he said. "But I'm not calling to give you any lectures.
"The only redeeming thing about your position was that session with the kid who tried to get horny with you. You put him down fast! That was good!
"By the way, your debut as a wanton degenerate doesn't exist anymore. Henshaw keeps insisting that he has a movie of you doing nasty things with little boys. No one could find the film he's talking about!"
She smiled into the phone. "Thank heavens!" she exclaimed. "I don't know how to thank you for everything, Walter."
"Don't worry! I'll think of something," he told her. "By the way, I'll be over later this evening. I have to brief you on a few things. Will you be free?"
"I never charged!" she answered in an attempt at humor.
"Stop being funny! I wasn't referring to your sex habits. Although I must say that you're a little different! I'll see you about nine," he replied.
Eileen cradled the phone. There were a few things in the apartment for a meal. Instead, she decided to grab a quick meal out. Then hurry back and wait for Walter. When she returned, it was 7:30.
There was still some time to kill before his arrival. Filling a tub, Eileen took a relaxing bath. After the bath, she shaved off the stubble of hair growing back on her cunt. It looked more sexy without the hair. The five o'clock shadow detracted from its looks.
Walter must have thought a lot of her to go through the trouble of destroying that damaging film. There was only one way to repay him for his consideration. That was with sex! It was the only thing that occurred to her! She couldn't give him money. A gift of that type would offend him. No! It had to be sex! Something exceptional!
Her eyes searched the room in contemplation. Her plan was to give Walter something unusual. Something that he would remember for a long time! A crazy thought struck her!
She called up a local radio station and spoke to a disc jockey. He laughed at her request. He told her that normally most D.J.'s adhere to a program laid out for them. But the request and reason was so unusual that he'd make an exception.
Eileen didn't give her name. She told him that she wanted to seduce her boyfriend. Most radio personalities loved to receive weird calls like that. It helped to enliven their programs.
Going through her wardrobe, Eileen found several large colorful pieces of chiffon. She used a few as scarves. Winding them around her body, the gossamer material enhanced her physical attributes. She was Salome! Ready to do her own version of the Dance of the Seven Veils! Although Eileen had only five veils!
She pirouetted in front of her mirror. The reflection of her partially clad body was exciting. Her body was flushed with a sensual fever. A lascivious lustre shone in her eyes. She felt like a wanton. The new role was thrilling. Eileen couldn't wait until Walter's arrival. She had planned a very thrilling reception for him.
Satisfied with the effect, Eileen threw a housecoat over her sensuous costume. She didn't want to display her charms beforehand. At nine o'clock, Walter hadn't arrived. She had expected him to be on time. Her show would be a disaster if he didn't arrive on time. Ten minutes later, Walter appeared.
The radio was on, tuned low. Eileen looked briefly at her watch to check the time.
"I didn't think you were getting ready for bed so early," he said to her.
"No!" she replied. "I just wanted to be comfortable. Can I get you something to drink?"
He accepted the invitation. Eileen hurried to bring in the drinks. It was almost time for her show! Handing him his drink, she quickly downed hers.
"I know you have a lot to talk to me about," Eileen began, "but I have a little surprise for you." She tuned up the volume on the radio. There was still a minute to go.
Walter sipped his drink and gave her a quizzical look.
"What's going on?" he asked. "Wait and see!" she answered. "Shhh! Listen to the radio."
He cocked his head to listen. The voice from the radio was saying: "I have to tell you this, folks! About an hour ago, I received a phone call here at the studio. Now, normally we don't play requests. Otherwise, our phones wouldbe tied up all night. But a young lady called me up. Said her name was Jane Smith. That's a nice anonymous name!
Anyhow, she asked me to do her a special favor! Seems she's entertaining her boyfriend tonight. In fact, she made it a special point to ask that her request be played at exactly 9:30.
"I'd give a week's pay to be wherever that young lady is right now. But for that lucky boyfriend and Jane Smith, here's Jane's request. The Stripper! And good luck to both of you!
"By the way! Please-if this offends you out there in the listening audience, don't call me to ask what's going on here! Nothing's going on here! But I bet'cha something's coming off someplace in this city!"
Walter's head turned to look at Eileen. She had removed the housecoat. The music started and she began to dance in front of him. Seductively, a veil was removed, one at a time. He watched her movements in rapt attention. Eileen moved with sinuous grace in tempo to the music.
By the time the first few bars of music was finished, the veils were off. Her body swayed in time with the melody. The dance was sensual and lewd. She watched Walter's expression during her movements. It was obvious her act was having the desired effect. His eyes followed her in lustful appreciation.
Eileen moved in a sinuous dance. Her area was confined to a small space in front of him. Every step had an erotic nuance. Her firm, pointed tits shook suggestively as she bounced gracefully on the floor. She turned her back to him. The firmly rounded buttocks jiggled lasciviously.
Facing Walter again, Eileen stood in one place. Her body swayed while her hands travelled over her body. She pursed her lips in a suggestive grimace as she cupped her enticing tits. The hands fondled the well-shaped breasts, caressing them in a seductive manner.
Her hands slipped down along the breast bone toward her flared hips. She leaned over slightly, letting her cone-shaped boobs dangle. Eileen moved her palms along the inside of her thighs. Turning around, the exploring hands moved toward her rounded asscheeks. She bowed at the waist, thrusting her ass in his direction. Her fingers parted the cheeks, exposing the brownish-pink puckered hole.
The long blonde hair dangled on the floor. She studied his reaction, her head upside down, through her splayed legs. Her ass wriggled suggestively at him. Eileen straightened up and faced Walter again.
Her groping fingers moved back along her thighs into the erogenous hollow. She spread her legs and bent her knees slightly. The teasing fingers reached the puffy outer labia of her cunt. Eileen drew the lips apart, displaying the venereal allurement of her pussy. She pursed her lips and made a suggestive kissing sound. It was drawn out and sounded like a piece of cloth ripping.
She undulated her hips seductively. The proffered cunt beckoned salaciously to him. He stood up and moved to her just as the music ended.
"There you are, Jane Smith, wherever you are!" the voice from the radio said. "I hope this song did the trick. If you have a chance, drop me a line and let me know. I'm sure the radio audience would like to also know how everything came off. Ha-ha! And now a word about...."
Walter reached for the dial and shut off the radio. "You little vixen, you!" he exclaimed. "It's a damn good thing you didn't give your real name! That was quite a performance you gave. If I didn't know better, I'd say you were hot for my body. Give me two minutes to get my clothes off and I'll give it to you."
"No!" she said in a low sultry voice. "Let me undress you!"
He extended his arms invitingly. "Be my guest!"
His arms started to embrace her as she came close. "Not yet!" she said. "Wait until I undress you first!"
She removed his jacket and draped it on a chair. Next, the tie was loosened and tossed on top of the jacket. Her fingers unbuttoned his shirt slowly, tantalizingly. After the shirt, came the T-shirt. He stood bare-chested. Eileen moved her fingers lambently over his hairy chest. The ball of one finger pressed the small areolae on his chest.
Her tongue darted out and slowly licked the tiny red discs. He stood watching this unhurried erotic teasing. She reached down and unfastened his pants. With the unzipping of his fly, Walter's pants dropped down around his ankles. His cock was already sticking out of the fly of his underwear. Eileen placed her hand on his hard-rock shaft and caressed it gently.
She stuck her fingers into the waistband of his boxer shorts and pulled them down. Pushing him onto the bed, Eileen knelt down and removed his shoes and socks. Then the rest of his clothing.
Walter was stretched out on his back. Her fingers curled around his rigid prick. Languidly, she twisted her wrist, rotating her fingers in a circular motion. He lay there, watching her teasing performance. She held the upper portion of his dick in the palm of one hand.
With the forefinger of her other hand, Eileen ran it down the underside of his cock. The finger pressed over the crown, past the frenum, and reached the balls. For a brief moment, she fondled his heavy balls. Her digital journey continued over his perineum. The traveling finger passed into the anal valley between his buttocks.
His pelvis convulsed with a slight jerk. Her finger passed into his asshole. Inside his ass, Eileen slowly felt the moist rectal muscles. Gently, she massaged the erogenous zone with lascivious caresses.
"Ahhhrrrr!" he murmured in erotic approval. Her mouth moved over his cock. The pursed lips closed over the corona. She swirled her tongue over the entire head and around the rim of the cockhead. With a slow suction, Eileen absorbed some of his stiff rod.
His prick was halfway into her mouth. Her finger continued to frig his ass in unhurried licentiousness. She brushed her tongue over the absorbed portion of his cock. Her free hand held his balls, fondling them. Eileen moved her head up and down slowly. Walter's cock felt the voluptuous lips rubbing gently over the sensitized flesh.
His cock was gently clenched between her teeth. She scraped his dick with her teeth while her tongue continued to lavish oral affection.
"Mmmmm!" he moaned. "Just a little bit more and I'll shoot my load!" he announced.
Eileen pumped her finger faster inside his ass. Her mouth accelerated the oral stimulation. Walter started to thrust his hips in agitated response. His hands reached down and clasped her head tightly. She knew that his orgasm would explode any minute.
Her impacted finger felt the first indication of his climax. The prostate gland throbbed. His balls drew back up in their sac. He pumped his hips faster. Then the powerful contractions and expansions seized his spasming prick. Eileen readied herself for the thick emissions to fill her mouth. There were three or four quick bursts. The heavy milky fluid spurted into her throat.
There were several other bursts. Gradually, the force of his ejaculations diminished. Walter held her head, her mouth impaled on his prick. She licked off the last drop of cum from his pee-hole.
"That was fantastic!" he exclaimed when she withdrew her finger from his ass. "You can really turn a guy on! Now, it's my turn," he said, sitting up.
He reached out for her and they embraced. Simultaneously, their tongues emerged from half-parted lips. Their tongues entwined in an erotic lascivious hug. His hand lovingly caressed a tit, squeezing it gently. She experienced a voluptuous tingle at the oral contact and squeezed tit. Her cunt was salivating at the thought of the impending feast it was going to have.
They remained for some time in this embrace. Their rapacious mouths hungrily sucking each other's tongue. Eileen felt a sensual passion growing within her. She couldn't wait for him to satisfy her carnal yearnings.
Walter moved her gently into position on the bed. Her legs dangled over the edge. He parted her legs and softly caressed the upper part of her thighs. His mouth pressed his lips in a gentle kiss on the shaven pudenda.
He rolled his tongue lightly along the slit of her cunt. His hands continued to caress her thighs. Walter pushed his tongue slightly past the slit of her pussy. Slowly, he rolled it over the exposed surface. Eileen's pulse quickened. She began to breathe heavily.
Walter shifted her legs over his shoulders. He had more access to her erogenous charms now. His tongue trailed leisurely from her pussy slit back to her asshole. Her hips were raised by Walter so that his mouth could reach the asshole. His tongue fluttered in quick licking sweeps as he -rimmed her. The moist titilation of her ass started a thrilling lance up her spine. The tip of his oral probe pushed against the puckered hole. She felt the thrill increasing in intensity.
"Mmmmm!" she murmured in blissful approval. "That's nice!" she whispered softly.
He pressed a finger into the saliva-moistened hole. Another finger penetrated her twat. His oral attention was focused on her clitoris. Once before, Walter had evoked exquisite erotic delights for her. This time, the contact was more electrifying.
She could feel his sensual mouth tantalizing her clitoris. His teeth, tongue, and lips teased and exquisitely tortured her little button of pleasure. Her ass and hips wriggled sinuously in cadence to his digital manipulation. He fingered her ass and cunt in a pleasurable massage.
"Oh! Walter!" she groaned. "That feels so gooood! Oh, Walter!" Her voice was a hoarse cry of blissful anguish.
His finger left her hot pussy, leaving the solitary finger in her ass. He began to frig her hole with faster strokes. The mouth on her clitty became more animated. His combined assault heightened the delerious fever raging within her. Her head swiveled from side to side to shake free the intense voluptuary that deliciously tortured her.
"Harm! Harrrr!" She was breathing deeply and rapidly. Her eyes were shut to enjoy the intensity of the erotic luxury. Eileen's mouth opened and shut, inhaling and exhaling gulps of air. Her fingers clenched and unclenched in an effort to alleviate the seething ravishment she was experiencing.
"Oh, Walter!" she groaned. "More, more! It's cumming, it's cumming! Just a little more! Frig my cunt!" she urged desparately in a hoarse voice.
He removed the finger from her ass and plunged it into her anxious quim. His finger-fucked her cunt while his mouth stimulated her clitoris.
"Oooooo! That's it, that's it! Annn-nyyy ... sec-unndd ... nowwwww!" The words came out in jerky phrasing. Her hips bounced in an erratic movement. Up and down in hard thrusts! Sideways in sensuous twists!
"I'm cumming, I'm cumming! Oh, Oh! I'm shooting! Never ... anything ... like this ... before!" Her body convulsed in frenzied motions. "Walter, Walter!" she cried out. "Keep frigging me in the cunt! Harder, harder! I'm cumming again! Hurry, suck my cunt! Catch it, before it pours out my cunt! Now, now! Ahhhrrgrrr!" It was a deep growl of anguished pleasure.
As Walter fastened his mouth against her flowing twat, her body gave one final violent convulsion. "YAHHRRGRRrrrrr!"
The cry tore from her throat. An anguished shout of a tormented soul in ecstatic abandon that faded into a blissful gurgle.
Walter's fitted mouth over her seething snatch captured her heavy downpour. Her body trembled with the carnal delerium of the moment. The multiple orgasms swept into every pore. She felt all the nerves and tissues in her body tingling from the voluptuous intensity of the sexual climax.
Moments later, a deep sigh shook her body. "Uhhhrrrr!" She pushed herself up from the bed. "Phew! That was some session! I don't know about you but I'm beat! How about something to drink?" she offered.
Walter grinned at her. His chin glistened from the dew of her snatch. "Make mine coffee. Booze cuts down my sexual potential," he said.
"If that's an example of what you can do, I'll feed you coffee for the rest of your life," she said.
"I didn't say coffee does the trick. Only that liquor doesn't help," he corrected her. "Never mind! Just get the coffee. It'll give us a chance to talk a little. If I know you, we won't have time after the coffee."
Over the coffee, Walter discussed the results of the raid. Despite the evidence against Henshaw, the State had made a deal. Plea bargaining! It seemed to be the mode all over, currently. Criminals, political or otherwise, were using this gimmick to their advantage these days.
He sounded bitter. A lot of work had gone into unmasking Henshaw. Now, it was being pissed down the drain! The plea bargaining avoided the presence of the young girls who had been sexually molested. They wouldn't have to appear in court. There was also the boys and girls who were physically abused. It was more expedient to hush the matter up.
Henshaw was heavily fined and was to be sentenced to six months in jail. The school would continue to operate independently. But the state would provide much closer supervision.
"What about me?" Eileen asked.
"I'm afraid you're finished here," he told her. "Fortunately, you still have your license. But you might have a rough time getting a job in this state. You might try getting a job at a regular school in some other state. There are a number of states that have a reciprocal license exchange."
She looked crest-fallen. "But I want to stay in Michigan!"
There was a tinge of exasperation in his voice. "You know, you're too much! I get your ass out of this jam without a scratch and you act like someone played a dirty trick on you!
"Sure, you can stay in Michigan! But you won't be able to teach! Maybe you ought to get married!
Stay home and raise kids and the rest of the married bit!"
Eileen looked up. "That wouldn't be bad except I've been out of circulation. I have to find a job first so I can be presentable. Then I have to find some guy that wants to marry me. What kind of a job can I find if I can't teach? Some dumb hundred-dollar-a-week clerical job?"
Walter shook his head in mild disbeleif. "You're unbelievable! You're letting this set-back distort your logical thinking. Take me!" he said.
"Is that a proposal?" she asked.
He sighed in mild exasperation. "No! I mean, I was discussing my background. I started out as a math teacher. I didn't like it so I took an examination and got a job with the State Education Department as an investigator."
"I wish you had proposed. Then you could say that you really saved my ass!" she said.
"What did I save it from this time?" he asked.
She looked at him coyly. "From some other guy getting it!"
He laughed. "Eileen, you're impossible! Maybe, that isn't such a bad idea. Especially with this hang-up you have for getting into little boys' pants! I could be taking a sexual degenerate out of circulation."
Walter was seated on the bed. She jumped into his lap. Hugging him around the neck, she smothered his face with kisses.
"Oh, Wally, you've made me so happy!" she exclaimed.
"Whoa, whoa!" he said. "Don't ever call me Wally. I hate the name. Call me anything else but that!"
"Whatever you say, Walter! You're the boss!" she replied. Her hand reached between her thighs and searched for his cock. She squeezed the soft flesh and tugged at it. In a few seconds, his prick responded. He had a hard-on.
"Are you really a math teacher?" she asked.
"That's a strange question to ask while you're trying to get me horny," he told her. "What made you ask?"
Eileen giggled. Well, you know! There are theorems and equations and all that junk, connected with math. When I was at college, I used to hear the fellows say that the angle of the dangle is in proportion to the heat of the meat."
Walter laughed. "That's true. And the mass of the ass remains constant. And that's what we going to prove now."
He leaned back on the bed. "I've got a new position for you, honey." He drew his knees up. "Sit on my cock facing me," he instructed her.
She straddled his body. As she lowered herself, he drew her cuntlips apart and guided it onto his stiff pole. His prick passed the reddened folds of her snatch. As his cock impaled her, Eileen rested her back against his thighs.
Eileen laughed. "This is like horse back riding. Only more fun!"
Walter reached up and grabbed a tit in each of his hands. "I can do a lot of things to you this way. It's a change from the old way of being on top of you. Besides, it's more comfortable and exciting."
His hands fondled and squeezed the resilient boobs. He grasped the hardened nipples between the balls of his forefingers and thumbs. She felt the tips gently rubbed and the touch sent an exciting chill down her spine. Her body thrilled to his touch as his hands swept over her in erotic caresses.
The exploring hands travelled to the hood over her cuntal slit. Searching fingers found the venereal node. That tiny penis-like piece of flesh! Walter began to gently rub it. She felt his fingers touch the small pea shaped button below the exposed flesh.
"Hssss!" She sucked in her breath at the touch.
"You do all the work, baby!" he told her. "You control the action. That's the beauty of this position. How about that little muscle trick you showed me the other night?"
Eileen took a slight breath. She concentrated, flexing her vaginal muscles. The muscles closed about his cock in a gentle teasing squeeze. Then released its hold! The sensual squeeze was repeated several times.
"That's fantastic!" Walter exclaimed.
He increased the pressure of his fingers on her clitoris. Eileen began a sexual canter on his prong. Her ass rose and fell in slow motion letting his cock glide partially out and imbedding it back into her cunt.
She felt the voluptuous friction of his hard flesh scraping past the walls of her aroused snatch. From time to time, Eileen repeated the vaginal squeeze on his dick. Walter maintained the slight massaging pressure on her clitty. Neither one was in any hurry to rush this act. There was plenty of time to enjoy each thrilling minute.
Eileen kept the slow rhythm of her pace. She added some variations. On the descent, she wiggled her ass, grinding her pussy into his prick. Moving upward, the pelvic gyrations would cause his cock to bounce against the walls of her cunt.
She accelerated the pace. From a canter to a gallop! Her body moved up and down faster. His cock pistoned in and out from the quickened cadence. Walter's fingers responded to her silent message. He increased the motion and pressure on her clitoris.
"Uhhrrr! Uhhrrr!" she grunted as she bounced up and down in erotic fervor.
Her body trembled from the sensual ecstasy. Her tits swayed in erratic patterns while her body shook in lustful enterprise. She could feel that piquant pleasure pervading her nervous system. Every fibre tingled with the sensual exhilaration. The orgasmic cataclysm was building up.
"Start fucking me!" she exhorted him. "Rub my clitty harder! Harder! That's it! Fuck me!" she demanded in a hoarse, urgent voice. "More, more!"
The weight of her body kept Walter pinned to the mattress. He managed to move in tandem with her. Whenever her ass rose, he drove his cock upward. Plunging it as deep as he could! On her down stroke, Eileen impaled herself on his virile shaft.
Their bodies moved in tandem. They were in the violent throes of fucking. Each body shook and trembled to shake free the voluptuous ecstatic titilation of the orgasm seeking release.
Both their faces were flushed from the erotic strain. Each emitted erotic grunts as their bodies thrashed. Eileen was the more violent of thetwo. Her body convulsed in a sensual turbulence. She was an uncontroled wanton.
"Huhrr! Huhrr!" She grunted from the salacious exertion. In the heat of their fervid fucking, her personality changed. "Fuck me, fuck me!" she exhorted him. "Give me your cock, you bastard! More, more!" she demanded in erotic abandon. "Harder, harder! Squeeze my clitty! Rip it, tear it!" she shouted in a fit of violence.
"Ahherrr! Ahherrr!" she groaned in ecstatic anguish. "I'm cumming, you fucker! I'm cumming! I'm CUMMM-MINNGGGG! AHHHRRGRRR!"
It was a shout of a sensually tortured soul. A cry of ecstatic delerium ending in blissful release from my ass! If you keep frigging my ass with it, I'm liable to cum again."
In answer to his reply, Eileen wiggled the tube. She gently fucked him in the ass.
"Hey, stop it!" he called out. Ignoring his protests, she continued to work on his ass.
She felt the heavy spasms as he came for the third time that night. This time, Walter didn't have a thick emission. The ejaculation sent out a meager trickle of sperm. It struck the side of her tit. The sticky cum dribbled slowly down.
Walter frigged her hole with the dildo. Eileen felt the warm glow inside her pussy. But the two orgasmic sessions had left her cunt tender. She wanted more but her flesh resisted the stimulation.
"No more, no more!" she protested. "Stop! My poor cunt is tender. Some other time."
He withdrew the phallus. "Now what do you think about my gadgets?" she asked.
"It beats working with fractions," he answered.
"May I keep my little toys?" she asked.
"I guess so! We'll keep them as safety devices," he said.
"Safety devices?" she said puzzled.
"Yeh! To prevent you from wearing me out. If you can't get enough from me, you can always use them," he replied laughing.
Eileen reached for a pillow and struck him on the head. "Oh, you!" she said in feigned exasperation.
He jumped off the bed and looked at his watch. "Holy shit!" he exclaimed. "It's eleven thirty! I have to get home."
"Must you go?" she asked.
"I'd love to stay but I have to be back at the school. There are a few things I have to take care of in the morning," he told her.
"You could always sleep here and get up early in the morning. It's not that far. Besides, there are other teachers in the dorm to take care of any problems," she said.
He looked at her suspiciously. "You have an ulterior motive for wanting me to stay overnight. I have never met such an oversexed broad as you."
"Is that so bad? I know a guy who gets it once a year whether he wants it or not!" she answered.
"Who's that? Some eighty-year-old guy in a home?" he asked.
"Aw, c'mon!" she pleaded petulantly. "Be a sport and stay overnight. It's been a hectic day and you're good for my morale."
"And you're bad for my morals!" he countered. "Okay! But remember! No more sex for tonight!" he admonished her.
"I promise!" she replied. "I'm glad you're staying."
"Now, that that's settled, let's go to bed," he suggested.
"I usually take a shower before I go to bed. Would you like to take a shower with me?" she the exquisite and piquant pleasure.
Eileen jammed her flooded snatch down on his cock. Seconds later, Walter answered with his orgasm. The heavy sperm shot upward into her vaginal recesses. It coated the walls of her cuntal well, mixing with her cum. His prick was anointed with the orgasmic solution.
Their genitals remained welded as the climactic spasms subsided. Eileen leaned forward to kiss Walter. Their lips were sealed in a passionate kiss. A loving token of their mutual appreciation of the other's sexual efforts.
They parted. "I hope that married life isn't always going to be like this," Walter said. "I won't have the strength to do anything else afterwards."
"You sound like I'm some kind of a sex machine," she said with a pretended pout.
"Hey, that reminds me!" he exclaimed. "Speaking of sex machines! I have a little present for you."
Walter jumped out of the bed and hurried to his coat. He removed the two gadgets Eileen had bought. "Henshaw claims these belong to you."
"Isn't that supposed to be evidence?" she asked.
"It certainly is! Evidence that you are a bit flakey for using substitutes like this!" Walter said. "There's no substitute for the real thing! Didn't we just prove that?"
"Well, a little variety never hurts!" Eileen answered. "Don't knock it until you try it."
He shook his head in mild disbelief. "I don't believe it!"
"Are you game for a demonstration?" she asked.
"Don't tell me that you're going to fuck me in the ass with that dildo?" he exclaimed.
"No! You fuck me in the cunt with the dildo. I'll give your ass a treatment it won't forget," she declared.
He hesitated, giving the suggestion some thought. "Okay! How do we do it?"
"I lay down first and you get on top of me as though we were going to 69," she explained. "Then you shove the thing into my cunt. I'll shove this gadget up your ass."
Walter handed her the gadget and placed his inverted body over hers. He stuck the thick phallus into her still damp box. With the knob twisted, the dildo hummed into action.
Eileen parted his asscheeks and inserted the plastic tube into his rectum. She started the motor. The room was filled with the humming sound from the twin vibrators. The impacted phallus tingled inside her cunt. It didn't compare to the real cock. But it offered a pleasant stimulation.
She felt Walter's hardened cock press between her tits. The tingling nozzle had excited him. He rubbed his prick and balls against her tits.
"Well, what do you say now?" she asked him.
"This fuckin' thing up my ass is wild!" he exclaimed. "It feels like a million feathers tickling asked. "We worked up a lot of sweat fucking around!"
"I thought you promised no more sex for tonight!" he said.
"How could anyone have sex taking a shower?" she asked. She gave him an innocent look.
"If I know you, you'd find some way!" he answered.
"Stop acting like an investigator all the time," she chided him. "You're always so suspicious. All we're going to do is take a shower together."
"Why can't we take showers separately?" he countered.
"Don't tell me that you suddenly became bashful! Besides, it's more fun taking a shower together," she insisted.
"All right!" he sighed in tired resignation. "But remember, no sex!" he insisted.
"Right!" she agreed. As they walked toward the bathroom, Eileen smiled mischievously. Walter didn't know it yet! She also had a bad habit of telling little lies.
