It is a curious fact of Modern American Life that no one is surprised or offended to hear of a man becoming romantically involved with a much younger woman-but that people are shocked and repulsed to hear of a woman becoming involved with a much younger man. This sort of involvement somehow does not seem "right" to us, and we accuse the woman of "robbing the cradle." This state of mind undoubtedly reflects the sexism still rampant in our society, but it is not the purpose of this Foreword to analyze the causes of such attitudes. Our purpose is merely to introduce this novel, the story of just such an older woman.
The heroine, Jane Martin, is forty years old and has been a decent and respected woman all her life, a successful grade-school teacher. In her fortieth year, however, her career and reputation become threatened by her sudden sexual involvement with some very young men-young enough to be her grandsons. What could drive a modest and moral woman like Jane Martin to risk everything in a bizarre entanglement of this sort?
In asking such a question, we are automatically assuming that the sexual involvement was voluntary, and that it must have been the older woman's idea, not the idea of the boys. In the present work, however, this is not the case. Jane Martin is in fact coerced into an affair with three young boys-by the boys themselves. Lest we dismiss this plot as unrealistic, we ought to consider the work of Sigmund Freud in uncovering the surprisingly rich sexual life of the child. In "The Sexual Enlightenment of Children," Freud wrote: "The child is long before puberty capable of mature love, lacking only the ability for reproduction." And in "New Introductory Lectures on Psychoanalysis," Freud stated: "Small children are notoriously amoral. They have no internal inhibitions against their pleasure-seeking impulses."
In other words, several young boys attracted to an older woman would see no moral prohibitions against having an affair with her-but the woman herself might suffer great guilt from such an involvement. This makes it easier to understand how, in the present work, the "older woman" is not necessarily the aggressor, how she can actually be the "victim" of the young boys. We do not attempt to judge either the woman or the boys, but merely wish to point out that the "older woman" in such cases is not always the villain of the piece, not always the seducer.
-THE PUBLISHERS
CHAPTER ONE
Miss Jane Martin gave a big sigh of relief as she watched her sixth graders leave the classroom. Somehow the day had seemed unusually long. The class had been restless and inattentive-and so had Jane. Her mind hadn't been on her work at all. For hours she'd been unable to think of anything but the nagging lust that seemed to plague her so often recently.
Jane blushed as she thought of it. God, here she was, forty years old, a respected schoolteacher, never married, and she was as horny as a teenager! She needed a man so badly, she sometimes wanted to moan out loud. It was an embarrassing problem, and she just didn't know what she was going to do about it.
In the women teachers' lounge, Jane paused to look at herself in the mirror. For a woman of forty, she certainly wasn't in bad shape. Tall, olive-skinned, and dark-haired, she had a busty, shapely figure that could still make men stare on the streets. Her face, with big dark eyes and even features, was attractive. She wasn't a young girl any more, though, and she knew how hard it was to find a man.
After all, she'd been trying all her life, but men just didn't seem interested in bookish spinster schoolteachers. She might as well forget about finding a lover at this late date. She'd have to do something else about her embarrassing problem-maybe buy a dildo? Jane blushed again. She knew she'd never have the nerve to do a thing like that. So what was she going to do? Night after night she tossed and turned, unable to sleep, dying for the hard thick pressure of a cock inside her burning wet cunt....
"Oh, stop it," she said to her reflection. "Stop it. Forget it. No man wants you."
That wasn't quite true. Just once in her life a man had wanted her-badly enough to risk going to prison. It had been ten years ago, but Jane remembered the incident vividly. She ought to; it was the one and only time in her life she'd ever been fucked. Standing in the teachers' lounge, she let her mind drift back in time, re-living the experience once more....
Thirty-year-old Jane Martin was working in the big city then, and one Friday evening she stayed at school quite late to finish grading some papers. It was growing dark when she started to walk home. She knew it was foolish to go through the park so late in the evening, but she always went that way because it was a beautiful walk. Besides, no man was going to molest HER! They never did.
Jane started through the thickly wooded park and was relieved to find no one else around. The rest of America was parked in front of a million TV sets at that time of the evening. She strode along, enjoying the scenery, not really worrying about possible danger. She was halfway through the park when a man suddenly leaped from the bushes and blocked her path.
Jane was so surprised, she just stood and stared at him. He was a very big man, over six feet, with huge broad shoulders and heavily muscled legs and arms. He wore blue denim work clothes. His heavy whiskers and long hair hid most of his features, but Jane could detect a long ugly scar down one side of his face, and a broken nose. He was an ugly and menacing figure.
Still she didn't sense the danger. After a moment of surprise, she continued walking toward the man, assuming he'd get out of the way. When she was about three feet from him, he still hadn't moved. He was staring hard at her, and his eyes had a strange glint. Jane began to get annoyed.
"You're in my way," she said coolly. "Will you please let me by?"
The man didn't move or speak, though he was breathing fast and heavily. Jane sighed and started to step around him, off the path, when he suddenly grabbed her and started pulling her into the bushes. She was so surprised, she didn't even scream. She was a tall woman, and strong, but this man had no trouble dragging her, one powerful arm around her waist.
"Let me go," Jane said angrily. "What do you think you're doing? Let go or I'll scream."
He hit her hard across the face, and for a moment she lost consciousness, sagging to the ground. When she came to, he'd dragged her farther into the dense bushes, into a little clearing that could not be seen from the path. She was lying on her back, and the heavily breathing man was kneeling beside her, unbuttoning her blouse.
Jane gasped, but he clapped a big rough hand over her mouth and said in a harsh rasping voice, "You keep quiet or I'll kill you. You understand?"
Jane nodded. She had no doubt the man could kill her, he was so big and powerful. She lay still, trying to think what to do, and he went on fumbling with her blouse. Her purse lay untouched where she'd dropped it. He wasn't after her money. Panting in his excitement, he finally got her blouse open and drew it off. He reached around her to unhook her bra.
Jane suppressed an hysterical laugh. It was ridiculous enough being a thirty-year-old virgin, but even worse to know you had to be raped in order to lose your virginity. For years she'd wanted to lose it, but there'd been no takers. This was her chance. All she had to do was submit-and she'd finally find out what sex was like. God knows she'd wondered for years.
This wasn't the way she wanted it, though, not with this brute, not by force. As he unhooked her bra and started to draw it off, Jane said, "Oh, no, no, please...."
The man glared at her. "I told you to keep .quiet, lady," he said in his menacing raspy voice. "This ain't gonna take long. You cooperate, and you might get out of it alive."
Jane shuddered. His touch was rough, and he smelled hot and sweaty. He took off her bra and gawked at her large ripe breasts, his eyes going glassy with horny excitement. She knew her breasts were rather spectacular, big swollen melons of creamy flesh capped with large cone-shaped light brown nipples. She blushed deeply. No man had ever seen her naked tits before.
"Jesus, you got big knockers," the man said, making her blush even more at his coarse appreciation. He reached down and greedily cupped her tits, squeezing the silky flesh almost roughly. Jane gasped and trembled.
She experienced a strange wicked pleasure as the would-be rapist started to fondle her breasts. Her big ripe tits responded eagerly to his touch, pulsing and swelling. He rubbed his hands all over the creamy tender globes, and she felt her nipples going erect and sensitive. Her conscience rejected this man, but her immoral body was eager for him....
For so long she'd wanted what other woman had, a man's touch, a man's body next to hers in bed. Everything she'd heard and read told her that sex was the supreme pleasure. Now she was going to find out. Why did it have to be this way, though, at the hands of this savage animal? He started to unzip her skirt and pull if off, and Jane moaned in protest.
"Oh, please," she said, softly, not daring to shout, "don't rape me."
He gave her a very strange look, his eyes fierce and glowing. "Look," he said, "you can call it rape or whatever you want-but you're not gonna stop me. I haven't had a woman in fifteen years. I been in prison, doing a life sentence for murder. Today I escaped. For fifteen years I been thinking about pussy, and I can't wait any longer. You get the picture?"
Jane nodded, pale and frightened. She knew now that any attempt at resistance could mean her death. She lay back limp and terrified, not wanting him, but knowing that rape was better than being killed. The man grunted in satisfaction and went back to taking off her skirt.
"You're being smart now," he said. "I'd kill to get laid-and you know it. You just go on being smart, baby. You just lie there and keep quiet. Like I said, it ain't gonna take long."
He took off her skirt and then her shoes and pantyhose. When she lay before him in nothing but her prim white cotton panties, she couldn't stop blushing. He seized her panties and eagerly tugged them down, exposing the raven-black glossy triangle of her bush. For the first time in her life she appeared naked before a man.
"Nice," he said, breathing heavily, gawking at her naked body, "real nice. I picked a good one. Let's just get a look at that pussy."
He seized her legs and pulled them roughly apart, exposing the most intimate parts of her body, the sleek scarlet flesh of her gash. Jane moaned in embarrassment. She closed her eyes, but she could still feel him staring at her naked slit. Then she heard the noise of a zipper as he started to take down his pants.
She'd never seen a cock before. She simply couldn't resist looking. She opened her eyes and stared. The husky panting rapist was pulling his jeans down to his knees, and he wasn't wearing shorts. Jane saw his wiry black bush, the bloated red sac of his balls, and the pale thrust of his erect cock. It was the only cock she'd ever seen, so she had no basis of comparison. It looked menacingly huge to her.
His cock was perhaps six inches of thick, pale blue-veined meat, capped with a naked circumcised purple head. His prick stood straight up, hugging his flat belly, stiff and swollen and taut. Jane felt a hot rush of juice in her pussy. At last she was going to discover the mysteries of sex. This man repulsed and terrified her, but somehow his cock didn't. She thought it was beautiful....
Still when he started to climb on top of her, her terror returned. She whimpered in fright and protest as he used his powerful legs to force her thighs apart. Then she felt the huge hot knobby head of his dick poking harshly against the tender flesh of her pussy, seeking the mouth of her cunt.
"Oh, no," she said, "no ... I'm a virgin...."
He chuckled harshly. "Don't give me that shit," he said. "No woman your age is a virgin."
Jane wept at the irony of it. Of course she couldn't blame him. No one would believe a thirty-year-old woman could be a virgin. She felt the huge hard head of his erect cock slipping into the moist depression of her cunt mouth, stretching her tender pink cunt lips almost to bursting. He moaned excitedly and began to push into her.
"Nooo," she whined, "oh, nooo...."
He paid no attention. To her wonder and horror, Jane felt her tight tender cunt receiving a cock for the very first time. The thick hard throbbing meat very slowly invaded and stuffed her tight little passage, the man moaning and whining the whole time, till at last his big cock head touched her womb and his coarse-haired balls came to rest against her pussy. Her virginity was gone at last.
"Awww, Jesus," the man moaned, "so fuckin' TIGHT!!"
Jane didn't really know how she felt, till he started moving. He started to fuck her in quick hard eager jabs, and suddenly her body reacted as if she were born for this moment. Hot lusty pleasure washed over her, and she thought she'd never felt anything as wonderful as the quick thick strokes of his swollen dick in her horny little box. She began to cream abundantly all around his probing meat.
"Yeah, yeah, baby, dig it," he whined. "I feel that juice, baby, I know you're liking it...."
She was ashamed, but it was true-she was liking it enormously. She clung to him, worked her hips in time to his thrusts, moaned her pleasure. Fucking was the most fantastic pleasure she'd ever known. Her fear vanished completely as she lost herself in the dizzy joy of it, creaming helplessly, furiously, around his jerking dick.
It wasn't long before she started to cum, wailing so shrilly that the rapist had to clap his hand over her mouth. He went on balling her stiffly, endlessly, and she came again and again, losing track of time. Yet it seemed all too soon when he suddenly yelped and began to squirt her tiny twat full of hot sizzling cum. She moaned with frustration as she felt his prick going limp and useless inside her.
Jane would never forget her shameless behavior in the moments that followed. The man stood up and zipped his pants, but she just lay there with her legs lewdly spread, her pussy wantonly exposed to him. Worse than that, she heard her own voice, husky and starved, as she pleaded with him.
"Please," she said, "please. Fuck me again...."
He only laughed harshly and walked away.
Ten years later Miss Jane Martin stood remembering the incident, her face flaming, her body trembling and hot. The door of the lounge suddenly swung open, and in walked another woman teacher, Miss Smith. She stared at Jane.
"Are you all right, dear?" Miss Smith said. "You look so odd."
Jane blushed even harder. "I-I'm fine, thank you," she said. "It's just been a very long day."
She hurried from the lounge, out of the school building, and started to walk home. She was bitterly ashamed of herself. She simply had to use her will-power and get her mind off sex. As soon as she got home, she'd take a cold shower. It was ridiculous and shameful for a woman her age to be preoccupied with sex all the time.
Jane worked in a small town now, and the walk home was not only safe, it was refreshing and beautiful. She walked through woods and meadows, enjoying the warm late spring day. She was passing a little grove of trees when she heard strange noises-panting, scuffling, giggling. She paused to investigate, creeping quietly up to the grove and peering from behind a tree.
There in the small clearing was one of her students, twelve-year-old Patty, with an older boy, a kid of about sixteen. They were kissing hungrily. Jane reddened with annoyance. Patty was well-developed for a girl her age-far too well developed in every respect. Though she was only twelve, her body was that of a mature woman, and she was the most boy-crazy girl in Jane's class. Patty was clearly headed for trouble.
The girl had thick honey blonde hair, large ripe tits, a curvy little body-and it was all driving the boy crazy. As he kissed Patty, he ran his hands feverishly over her body, rumpling her clothes. Patty giggled and made a feeble attempt to push his hands away.
"Rick, you be nice," she said, tittering. "I said you could have just one kiss."
"Oh, Christ, Patty," the boy said with a horny moan, "that's not enough. Please, please ... Let me just take your clothes off."
"Why, Rick, you naughty thing," Patty said.
Nevertheless she made no resistance when the red-faced horny kid started undressing her. Patty liked to tease, but she was too hot-blooded to say no. Jane spied on the kids, her face flaming. She'd long suspected Patty was no virgin, and it looked like her guess was correct. The question was, what to do? As a teacher, wasn't it her duty to stop the kids before they went too far?
Jane told herself that her alarm was premature. Maybe Patty was innocent and didn't really mean to go all the way with this Rick. Better to wait a moment and see what happened. Jane watched breathlessly as the panting eager boy undressed Patty and gawked at her delicious little naked body.
It was worth gawking at, Jane had to admit. Patty was a petite girl but stacked. Her tiny waist blossomed into full mature hips, and her young tits were as big as canteloupes, round and full and swollen, capped with pretty little pink nipples. Her bush was golden blonde and thick, as lush and wide as a mature woman's. Her gash was scarlet and glistening with pussy juice.
"Oh, Jesus," Rick said in a croaky voice, "you're beautiful, Patty. I just gotta touch you...."
"Uh-unh," Patty said with a teasing grin. "No fair. You gotta take off your clothes, too, Rick. Come on, do it. Then you can touch me."
Rick blushed but obeyed. Jane felt a strange excitement coming over her as she watched the teenage boy quickly stripping. His shoulders and chest were still narrow, his limbs slim, his body almost hairless-but his cock wasn't that of a child. The slim pale rod, erect and hugging his belly, was a good four inches long, springing from a small brown crisp bush. The wrinkled foreskin was drawn back, exposing the pretty, cherry-red head of his stiff young cock.
Jane felt a sudden rush of hot cream soaking the crotch of her panties. It had been ten years since she'd seen a cock, but even this adolescent boy-prick aroused her-just as the rapist's naked dick had aroused her so hotly a decade ago. She could use a little of that good stiff cock herself. Oh, God, how she could use it....
"Why, Rick," Patty said teasingly, "you've got a hard-on. What a naughty boy...."
Poor Rick was beyond words. Driven almost wild by lust, he could only whine hoarsely as he staggered toward the naked girl. Patty played the scene for all it was worth, lying on her back with her legs wantonly open, displaying her pretty little snatch, goading the poor kid till he suddenly howled and threw himself onto her.
"Rick, NO," Patty said, laughing, "that's not nice."
Her resistance didn't last long, though. When Rick's stiff young cock touched her creamy little pussy, she suddenly moaned with need and let him stuff the cherry-red head of his slim dick into the wet little mouth of her cunt. Jane could see plainly as Rick eagerly penetrated the girl, his pale prick slicing between her plump swollen cunt lips.
"Oooooo, YES," Patty squealed, "ball me, Rick ... Oooooo, it feels sooo good...."
Rick's slim ass began to fly as he eagerly fucked the squealing girl. Jane watched wide-eyed, feeling helpless lust, yearning envy. Oh, God, what she wouldn't give to be fucked like that ... She knew she wasn't going to interfere now. She was only going to watch. God help her, her lust had overcome her common sense.
"Deeper, Rick," Patty whined, "put it in me DEEPER!! Oooo, yeah ... Now fuck me real hard, hard as you can...."
Jane almost moaned out loud. Her cunt was dribbling a steady hot flood of juice, soaking right through the crotch of her panties. She was so horny, she couldn't control herself. She was ashamed of the way she'd sought relief all these long manless years, bringing herself off with her own fingers, but she just had to do it. Her need was overpowering. Panting, she pressed her skirt up against her seething crotch and began to rub her swollen pussy.
She stood there shamelessly frigging herself, watching the two kids fuck-when suddenly she heard a twig snap behind her. She whirled and gawked at the man who'd approached within just a few feet. It was the principal of her school, Luke Dean.
Mr. Dean glanced into the clearing and saw what the kids were doing. He looked at Jane as she blushingly snatched her hand away from her crotch. His expression was 'cold, pale, and disgusted. He beckoned Jane to follow him back to the path where the kids couldn't hear them.
"Miss Martin," he said icily, "your behavior is outrageous. I think you'd better come to my office for a talk. This is a very serious matter indeed."
"Yes, sir," Jane said miserably.
This was it-the end of her career, the ruin of her reputation. She wanted to die of shame....
CHAPTER TWO
Luke Dean, the principal of Elmwood Elementary School, was fifty years old, unmarried, a skinny pale little man with thinning brown hair and rimless glasses. He was the terror of the whole teaching staff, a cold humorless dictator who severely punished even the smallest infraction of the rules. He looked like he'd have been much happier as an undertaker-it was a common joke around school that only a corpse could behave well enough to please Mr. Dean.
That was why Jane had such a sinking feeling as she followed him back to the school and into his office. She expected to be fired on the spot. After all, he'd caught her frigging herself while she spied on two youngsters fucking. It was disgusting and shameful behavior, and it merited the heaviest penalty.
"Sit down, Miss Martin," he said coldly.
Jane sat in front of his desk, and he took his place behind it in his big leather chair. "I won't deny what I did, Mr. Dean," she said, deciding to get it over with. "I know you'll want me to resign. I only ask that you give me a chance-don't mention this incident to anyone. It won't happen again. I just want a chance to find a job in another town."
Luke Dean said nothing for a long while, just looked at her. She felt his icy glance like a sharp needle. Behind his thick rimless glasses his little eyes were cold and blue. His small thin mouth was compressed into a slit of icy disapproval. He looked like a morally outraged rabbit. Jane thought she could pretty well guess what he was thinking.
She was wrong. She would have been dumfounded to know that behind his desk, hidden from her sight, Luke Dean had a painfully stiff hard-on. He was frowning at her, staying quiet, until he could collect his thoughts and get himself under control. Only his sweating palms betrayed his keen excitement....
Luke Dean had never been popular with girls. He'd always been short and skinny and funny-looking, and he'd started losing his hair when he was in his twenties. After the painful years of his teens, when every girl he approached laughed at him and turned him down, he'd decided to get his sex only from whores. It was a lot easier that way. He just paid his money and got what he wanted, and the women never laughed at him.
As principal of Elmwood, he had a position and a reputation to maintain, so he couldn't fool around in the small town. Once a month he went to the city for the weekend and spent the time with a hooker, indulging his pent-up lust. It was expensive, risky, and it didn't happen often enough to satisfy him. He'd often thought how nice it would be to have a woman right there in town-a woman who'd keep her mouth shut. Perhaps this was his chance, if he just played it right. .
Finally he cleared his throat and began to speak in his high thin voice. He sounded cold and merciless to Jane, but it was all he could do not to squeak with excitement. His idea just had to work. Miss Martin was easily the most attractive of all his teachers. He'd wanted her for years.
"Miss Martin," he said, "I don't think I can let you off so lightly. Consider what you did-masturbating in broad daylight while you watched two students fornicating."
Jane blushed deeply and started to cry. Dean wiggled in his chair, getting hotly excited. He had her where he wanted her-but it was important to play the scene just right. He mustn't reveal his need till he got her to agree to his plan. This gorgeous brunette with the big thrusting breasts was his-if he was careful.
"Oh, I know I behaved dreadfully, Mr. Dean," she said miserably, "and you have every right to fire me. But teaching is the only work I know, and I'm too old to start another career. I promise you on my honor that I'll never misbehave again. Please, please let me go with a good recommendation-that's all I ask."
Dean did his best to look stern and cold. His cock was painfully stiff, crowding the tight crotch of his suit. God, what a turn-on it had been-sneaking up on Jane Martin while she frigged herself, watching those two kids ball. It was the most exciting sexual adventure he'd had in years. Plain old fucking didn't really do much for him any more. His tastes had gotten more and more kinky recently....
"I'm sorry, Miss Martin," he said primly, "but I couldn't do that. I can't close my eyes to such a glaring example of immorality on the part of a teacher. I won't give you a recommendation, and I can't let you go on to another job. You must stay here-and you must be punished."
"Punished?" said Jane. "What do you mean? My God, you're not going to call in the police, are you? Oh, please, Mr. Dean, anything but that! If anyone found out, I'd die."
Dean felt his straining cock weeping a big glob of juice. This scene was delicious, getting him hotly excited. He had her where he wanted her now-trembling, terrified, ready to do anything to save her reputation and her career. It was time to reveal his plan.
"No, Miss Martin," he said coldly, "I don't intend to bring in the authorities or to tell anyone of your disgusting behavior. I intend to punish you myself. If you cooperate fully, you will go on working here, and no one will ever know what you did. But you must cooperate completely in your punishment."
Jane didn't have the slightest idea what he was talking about, but she knew she'd do anything to keep the world from finding out what she'd done today. She'd do anything to keep her job, the work she loved.
"Very well, Mr. Dean," she said, "I'll do whatever you want. Please explain."
A funny little smile fluttered over his face, then vanished. He compressed his prim little mouth and said, "I will punish you whenever I consider it necessary and in whatever way I think best. The punishment will begin immediately. Stand up and take off your clothes, Miss Martin."
Jane gawked at him, her mouth falling open. For a long time there'd been rumors that Dean was some kind of weirdo, and now she knew it. Good Lord, what was he going to do-put on black leather and whip her? She knew damned well that taking off her clothes was no part of a legitimate punishment.
"Mr. Dean," she said, "you'd better explain."
He glared at her. "There's only one thing I have to explain, Miss Martin," he said. "You either do as I say-or I'll tell everyone what you did this afternoon. That should be clear enough. You have a choice-so make it now."
Jane thought fast. She decided to cooperate. If he did anything to hurt her, she could crush him like a bug-she was taller and stronger than he was. If his weird "punishment" didn't hurt, then she'd endure it. It would be better than losing her job and her reputation. She didn't like this sick scene at all, but she had to be practical.
She stood up and started taking off her clothes. As she began to unbutton her blouse, Dean relaxed, leaning back in his chair, folding his hands, giving her a funny little smile. His little pale blue eyes fixed hungrily on her ripe cleavage as she opened her blouse. He licked his thin lips.
"Perhaps a word of explanation is in order, Miss Martin," he said. "I am not attractive to women, but my needs are the same as any other man's. Therefore I have to find other ways of satisfying my needs. I patronize prostitutes, but I find it repulsive and expensive. It would be much better to have a woman here in town. I have a need-and so do you. I want sex, and you want secrecy. It makes sense for us to come to an agreement."
Jane reddened. "I understand," she said coldly. "I understand perfectly, Mr. Dean."
Oh, God, did she understand. She was to become Dean's unpaid whore, letting him use her body any way he wanted to. The idea sickened her, but what else could she do? She shuddered as she removed her bra. Dean sat up quickly and gawked at her naked breasts as the big heavy ripe melons wobbled into their natural shape, firm and thrusting.
"Beautiful," he said hoarsely, "just beautiful. I always wondered if your breasts were for real. Now I know...."
Jane almost gagged. She didn't want this pale little creep to see her naked, to touch her, use her, but it was still better than losing her career and her good name. She'd just have to endure it. Grimly she stepped out of her shoes and pantyhose and began to unzip her skirt. Dean sat bolt upright, licking his lips, watching her intently.
"My God, my God," he said faintly. "You're even more beautiful than I imagined. I've wanted you for years, Miss Martin. Dreamed about you...."
Jane could well imagine how he'd "dreamed" about her-no doubt frigging himself while he fantasized her in various lewd situations. It made her skin crawl. When she stepped out of her skirt, he started wriggling in his chair like a little kid who has to pee. He was grinning crookedly, little bubbles of saliva appearing at the corners of his mouth.
"Hurry, hurry," he said in a shrill excited voice, "take off your panties."
That was the hardest part. Jane blushed hotly and trembled with repulsion as she slowly inched down her white cotton panties. She hated revealing her most intimate parts to this drooling little pervert. She moaned in humiliation as the panties finally slithered down her legs, uncovering the lush black fur of her bush.
Dean practically shot out of his chair. His eyes went wide and glassy as he stared at her large lush triangle of black mons fur. He made a little whimpering noise and licked his thin lips feverishly. Then slowly, moaning, he got up and licked his thin lips feverishly. Then slowly, moaning, he got up and walked around the desk toward her.
Jane saw that he had a colossal erection-at least for him it was big. The fly of his pants was obscenely tented, and there was a little wet spot of cock juice. He walked up close to her, within a foot, and stood staring at her tall, lush naked body, his little pale eyes zipping up and down from her huge creamy thrusting jugs to her glossy black muff. She ached to throttle him with her bare hands-but she knew she must cooperate.
At last he gave a big quivering sigh and said, "I want you to lie down on my desk, Miss Martin-on your back."
Here it comes, Jane thought grimly. Dean quickly removed everything from the top of his desk, and Jane got up on it and stretched out on her back. Dean seized her ankles, his small hands cold yet drenched with sweat. He pulled her into the position he wanted, with her knees at the edge of the desk, her lower legs hanging over.
"Open your legs," he said hoarsely. "Open them wide."
"Oh, God," Jane moaned.
She did as he said, opening her long shapely legs, exposing the lush red flesh of her pussy with its fringe of black curls. She saw Dean's eyes go hot as he looked between her legs-and then she closed her eyes, unable to bear the sight. She waited a moment, then felt his hot, moist breath fanning her pussy.
"Beautiful," he said, "a really beautiful cunt...."
Luke Dean stared and stared at Miss Martin's mature red gash, licking his lips, savoring the moment he'd dreamed of for so many years. She really was beautiful, her pussy rich and red and gleaming, the cunt lips swollen and plump. Her cunt mouth was deliriously small and dainty, and so was her clit-just a tiny button of red flesh peeking out from between the thick-furred lips of her mons.
Unable to control himself a moment longer, Dean groaned and bent forward to bury his face in her thick black muff. It was clean and fragrant, wonderfully silky and thick. He liked big bushes and mature red slits. They made him very excited, made him do crazy things. He felt saliva pooling in his mouth. He giggled excitedly.
"Ever had your pussy eaten, Miss Martin?" he said.
She had her eyes tightly shut, and she blushed deeply. "No," she said coldly.
"I think you'll like it," Dean said, grinning lewdly. "I think you'll like it very much."
Like hell, Jane thought. She wouldn't like anything this sick little creep did to her. She felt him burrowing in her crotch, his face hot and flushed against her moist plump gash, and she shuddered with revulsion. What was he doing with his face between her legs? What kinky thing did he have in mind?
Suddenly she found out. Dean's tongue, small and slick and hot, snaked swiftly over her crotch, right from the small light brown wrinkle of her asshole to the small slick lump of her clit. He licked her all over, sticking his tongue greedily into the plump juicy folds of her pussylips, rimming the wet little mouth of her cunt. His hungry wet tongue seemed to be everywhere.
"Oooooo," Jane gasped.
She couldn't help it-the incredible pleasure had taken her completely by surprise. She'd been so sure Dean couldn't please her in any way, but she'd never had her pussy licked before. She'd heard of pussy-eating, but she hadn't dreamed it would feel so great. His tongue felt delicious as it tickled and lashed all over her ever horny slit. She had to clench her teeth to keep from moaning with pleasure.
She was damned if she'd let him know she liked it, of course. She wouldn't give the sick little creep THAT satisfaction. His tongue went on tickling all over her slick ripe snatch, giving her incredible pleasure, but she lay still and quiet, pretending she didn't feel a thing. The only giveaway was the helpless hot creaming of her aroused cunt.
Suddenly Dean wormed his wet skinny tongue right into her box, thrusting deep, and Jane nearly rose off the table with an abrupt jolt of pleasure. Damn him, anyhow, he seemed to be doing his best to turn her on. She clamped her jaw even tighter to stifle her squeals of delight as her school principal slithered his wicked tongue in and out of her long-starved twat.
As he tongue-fucked her creaming aroused hole, Jane couldn't help thinking how much she'd enjoy having her pussy eaten by a man she really liked. If even skinny bespectacled Luke Dean, whom she despised, could get her aroused this way, she'd go out of her mind with a man she had the hots for. She doubted if she'd ever be that lucky, though. She only seemed to attract creeps....
Dean's tongue slowly licked her pulsing hot tunnel clean of its thick fragrant cream. She felt him withdrawing, tickling up to tongue the hot sensitive button of her clit. Again she almost moaned aloud with pleasure. Nothing could possibly feel better than a man's slick swift tongue on her small but receptive joy button. Oh, God, if it were only someone besides Luke Dean....
He suddenly pressed his thin little mouth onto her clit and began to suck. Jane's lush body lurched, and she gave a muffled cry of joy. Each new thing he did to her seemed to feel even better than the last, if that was possible. He actually had her little button in his mouth, squeezing and sucking it with his lips, teasing it with the tip of his tongue.
She didn't know how much longer she could hold out against melting pleasure like that. Her every impulse was to let herself go, howl her pleasure, and forget her image. If only she didn't dislike the man so much ... As he greedily and noisily sucked her tiny hot clit, she felt herself creaming all over his face. She wondered if he knew what that meant, if he was aware of how aroused he was getting her.
Luke Dean knew pretty much what he was doing. Although Miss Martin lay stiff and quiet, he knew that his busy pussy licking was getting her hot. He could tell from the way she lurched and muffled her cries each time he surprised her by licking a new place. He knew from the way her gorgeous ripe body was flushed pink all over. The most obvious sign, though, was the furious and incessant leaking of her cunt, the steamy fragrant cream that soaked his face.
He didn't care. After so many years with prostitutes, he didn't care if his partner got aroused at all. The only thing that mattered to Luke Dean was his own satisfaction, his own amusement. He wasn't eating her pussy to arouse her. He was doing it because pussy-eating aroused HIM! All he asked of the pretty schoolteacher was to lie still and let him use her crotch. Whether she liked it or not wasn't his concern.
"Delicious," he said finally, lifting his flushed cream-soaked face from her fiery red slit. He smacked his lips-and saw her blush. That was one response that did interest him, her humiliation. Somehow it really excited him to make her blush, to see her shame. "You enjoyed that a great deal, didn't you, my dear?" he said, rubbing it in.
"Nooooo," Jane moaned, "no, it was disgusting...."
They both knew she was lying. Luke Dean chuckled and stepped back to start removing his clothes. "Nonsense," he said wickedly. "You loved it. You creamed all over my face. And now we're going to do something you'll like even more, Miss Martin. We're going to fuck."
She turned beet red at the word "fuck". Dean was delighted. The shy and modest spinster was even more of a turn-on than he'd dreamed. Humming happily to himself, he drew off his shirt and T-shirt, shoes and socks. His cock was still hard as a rock, and now he knew just what reward lay in store for it. He'd had his tongue inside her cunt, and he knew it was exquisitely tight and hot and juicy. He could hardly wait to get his achingly stiff prick in there....
Jane heard the sound of his zipper, and she couldn't resist taking a peek. Somehow she just couldn't overcome her curiosity about cocks, even in the case of a man she despised. She let her eyes flutter open, and she saw the school principal stepping out of his pants. He quickly eased down his shorts, too, and stood there naked, leering at her ripe red gash.
He had a pitiful little prick, Jane discovered, a mere dwarf of a cock even in its stiff erection. Barely four inches long and very slim, the pale blue-veined rod was no bigger than a boy's. It sprang from a sparse nest of brown and gray curls. Below, his red little nut sacs wobbled, small and puny and wrinkled. You could hardly say that Luke Dean was well hung.
He caught her eye and leered at her. "All ready, Miss Martin?" he said. "Ready to be fucked?"
"Never," Jane sobbed, "not by you ... Please, isn't there some other way for you to punish me? I'll do anything...."
Luke Dean frowned. "You are never to question my judgment," he said coldly. "You can either do as I say-or I can tell the whole town what I caught you doing."
Jane didn't argue any further. Anything was better than public disgrace-even balling this disgusting little sickle. She sobbed quietly as Luke Dean parted her long legs and nosed his hard little prick into the seething pulp of her pussy. She felt the rigid little rod popping into her wet cunt mouth, easing into her body. Luke Dean squealed shrilly, like a rutting rabbit.
"This is delicious," he moaned. "Your cunt is so tight, my dear, so hot...."
He began to jerk his hard little cock in her, fucking her in quick short hard jabs, squealing and whining. To her horror, Jane found that even Dean's small skinny prick felt great. She fought the feeling, but in just a few seconds she found herself spinning rapidly, dizzily, towards climax. My God, was she that hard up?
"Nooooo," she moaned....
CHAPTER THREE
"No, oh, God, NO!" Jane Martin said.
She knew she was really talking to herself. No way was Luke Dean going to stop balling her. The balding little principal was lost to everything but his squealing excitement as he jabbed his stiff little cock furiously in her wet tight box. No, she was talking to herself, not him, begging with herself not to let go, not to show her intense pleasure.
It was a losing battle. She was so starved for sex, so long without a man, that Dean's hard swift balling brought her quickly to a panting dizzy surrender. She needed it too much, dammit. She had to have it ... Jane opened herself lewdly wide to him, setting her heels on the edge of the desk. She began to moan and whimper as she took the fierce jabs of his prick.
"Ohhhhh," Jane gasped, "ohhhhh...."
She saw his leering face between her thighs, his knowing look, and she blushed and closed her eyes. She hated herself for losing control, but she just had to have this fuck, no matter who was giving it to her. Moments later she felt her body beginning to convulse in a violent orgasm, and she couldn't restrain her screams of pleasure.
"AHHHHH," she shrieked, "Ahhhhh, God, OOOOOO!!"
She almost fainted with joy as the long-denied climax rocked her, and when she returned to her senses, she felt Dean balling her harder than ever, squealing shrilly. Then she felt the brief spurt of his jism deep in her cunt, felt his little prick shrivelling inside her. He gave a loud long sigh, then pulled out.
"Excellent," he said, looking smugly at her. "I'm going to enjoy this relationship very much, Miss Martin."
"Well, I'm not," Jane said hotly. She scrambled off the desk and started putting on her clothes. "I hope you're through with me for today," she said.
"For the time being," he said, watching her as she dressed, "but I believe I'll come round to your house this evening, my dear. Yes, I will. I'd enjoy that."
Jane shuddered. She dressed as fast as she could and hurried home. My God, what had she gotten herself into? How many years would she have to be the sex slave of that loathsome little man? She couldn't transfer to another school, because Dean wouldn't give her a good recommendation. She was stuck. As long as Luke Dean chose, he could fuck her, play kinky sexual games with her, whenever he wanted.
She didn't think she could stand it. She'd simply have to talk to him, explain that an affair with him was more than she could stomach. After dinner she dressed as unprovocatively as she could, in old jeans and baggy sweatshirt, and pulled her long lush hair back in a tight unflattering bun. She was ready for his arrival.
* * *
At eight o'clock the doorbell rang. Jane answered it, blocking the doorway, so he couldn't get inside. It was Luke Dean, all right, dressed in the same dark mortician-like suit he wore at school. He looked at how she was dressed, and he frowned.
"Miss Martin," he said disapprovingly, "you can do better than this. You knew I was coming over. You might have made yourself more attractive."
"It doesn't make any difference," Jane said. "I'm not going to make love with you again. I have a few things to say to you, Mr. Dean, but I'm not letting you into my house. Let's walk in the back yard."
Dean looked furious. As he followed her around the house and into the back yard, his small slit of a mouth was compressed, his rabbit-like face set in a dangerous scowl....
At that very moment three of Jane's sixth grade students were walking down the alley. Tom, Freddy, and Bill-all twelve year olds-had spent two hours after dinner looking for something interesting to do, but their search had been in vain.
"This whole fuckin' town is dead, man," said Tom, a handsome tan boy with thick brown hair.
"Deceased," said Freddy, a freckle-faced redhead.
"Croaked," said Bill, a towhead with hair so thick and long that he looked like a sheepdog. "There's just nothing to do around this dumb hick place. I'll be glad when it's warm enough to swim in the creek."
"That'll be another month," Tom said with a deep sigh. He happened to glance into Jane Martin's back yard, and suddenly he stopped still. He put his finger to his lips, signaling his buddies to be quiet. He said in a whisper, "Hey, I just saw Mr. Dean chasing Miss Martin, honest. Let's sneak over there and see what's happening."
The three friends exchanged gleeful looks and sneaked up to the dense line of trees at the back of Miss Martin's yard. There were plenty of hiding places there. The boys got comfortable, then peered out from behind the trees. Not twenty feet away they saw their teacher, Miss Jane Martin, having a bitter loud argument with the school principal, Luke Dean.
"Take your hands off me," said Jane, trying to pull her wrist out of his grasp.
"Damn it, we had a deal," said Dean, holding her wrist even tighter. "Do you want me to tell the police what you did?"
"No," Jane said nervously, "of course not. But I don't want to have an affair with you, either, Mr. Dean. It's-well, it's just distasteful to me, that's all."
Dean laughed harshly. "Distasteful?" he said. "Nonsense. It certainly wasn't distasteful to you this afternoon when I fucked you in my office. You loved it. You went wild."
The three spying boys exchanged looks of astonishment and delight. Old Dean balling Miss Martin? Incredible-but it would sure be a sight to see. They stifled their snickers and giggles, poking each other, as they went on watching. If they got very lucky, they might see something very interesting tonight.
"I-I couldn't help that," Jane said, blushing hotly. "I'm a normal, healthy woman, and I have my needs. But you're not the man I want. Please, I'll do anything else you ask-but don't ask me to make love with you again."
"There's only one thing I want," Dean said with a snarl, "and you're going to give it to me-unless you want me to call the police. That's final, Miss Martin. I won't change my mind. So your choice is the same as before-do as I ask or I'll tell what I know."
The spying boys looked at each other, puzzled and curious. Apparently Miss Martin had done something wrong, and old Dean was threatening to tell on her unless she balled him. The boys wished they knew what she'd done-but that wasn't the point right now. The point was that Dean was forcing himself on her. The boys had no trouble choosing sides in the argument. They were solidly behind Miss Martin.
School was a drag, and no teacher was perfect, but Miss Martin was about as nice as they come. All three boys had a huge letch for her, too, and spent long hours in her class gazing hornily at her huge thrusting breasts, shapely round ass, and opulent mature figure. They were always trying to look up her dress. They had horny fantasies about her and jacked off while thinking of her.
Luke Dean, on the other hand, was a complete prick, a first-rate horse's ass. None of the kids liked him. He was always snooping around the school trying to catch kids doing something wrong, and he'd get on your case for the smallest infraction of the rules. He even used a paddle. Three-fourths of the student body would have cheered if Luke Dean suddenly dropped dead.
So there was no doubt where the boys' loyalty stood. They weren't going to rush in and save Miss Martin, though. They were too afraid of Dean to try that. Also there was a chance of seeing some real action here, if they were lucky. All virgins, the boys were intensely curious about sex and would be delighted to see a couple of adults getting it on.
So they stayed right where they were, in their hiding place, hoping Dean wouldn't get too rough with their teacher, but also hoping Miss Martin would change her mind. It would be so far out to see two grownups balling. Tom, Freddy and Bill wriggled in their excitement.
"Oh, please, Mr. Dean," Jane said frantically, "don't ask me to do that again."
"You're annoying me, Miss Martin," Dean said coldly. "I'm tired of arguing. I'm not going to change my mind. Our original bargain stands, and that's that. Now let's go into your house...."
"NO," said Jane.
She finally wrenched her wrist free of his grasp and started to run for the back door of her house. Dean proved surprisingly swift for such an old guy. He raced after her and tackled her before she even reached the steps. He and Miss Martin went tumbling onto the grass, rolling and wrestling in a desperate struggle.
"Out of sight," said Freddy. "Can you dig it? Ol' Dean wanting to ball? I never thought he'd be interested."
"Me either," said Tom, "but I hope he makes it with her. I'd sure like to see that."
"Yeah, that'd be far out," said Bill. "We could see a real pussy and everything...."
The boys sighed loudly. They'd never seen a naked woman before. They knew there were magazines that showed split beaver and everything else, but those magazines weren't sold in their small town. All they could get were a few pictures of tits. They were dying to know what women looked like below the waist. They were so eager, in fact, that they were almost rooting for Luke Dean.
The wrestling couple rolled closer to the boys, and finally Dean landed on top of Miss Martin, quickly straddling her, his skinny legs tight around her waist. He seized her arms and pinned them to her sides. His glasses were on crooked, his thinning hair tousled, and he looked mad as hell.
"Now, look, bitch," he said, "this is getting to be very tedious. I'm through arguing. You can either do as I say, right now, or I can go home and call the police. Which will it be?"
Jane knew when she was beaten. She could tell that the skinny principal wasn't going to change his mind. He didn't care about her feelings, and he wasn't going to show her any mercy. Her choice was clear-submit to him or be publicly disgraced. Much as she hated Luke Dean, she knew what her choice had to be.
"All right, damn you," she said, sobbing, "go ahead-but don't expect me to cooperate."
Dean smiled-an icy smug little grin that turned her stomach. "Now you're being sensible," he said. "You know, this could be a lot of fun for both of us, if you'll just relax and stop this silly resistance. You know you liked it this afternoon when I-"
"Don't talk about that," Jane said, blushing hotly. "Just do it-whatever you're going to do-and get it over with."
Dean shrugged. He let go of her arms and pushed up her sweatshirt, uncovering her white cotton size 44-D bra. Behind the trees, the three spying boys barely stifled their excited gasps. Unable to contain themselves, they talked in frantic whispers.
"Jesus, look at the size of her bra," said Tom. "Do you think it's padded?"
"Man, I don't know," said Freddy. "It's hard to believe tits could be that big."
"Oh, wow," said Bill, "I hope he takes her bra off. Come on, Mr. Dean, do it...."
Almost as if hearing Bill's anxious prayer, Luke Dean reached under Jane Martin and unhooked her bra. The boys watched breathlessly as he drew off the white conical cups and tossed the garment aside. Miss Martin's tits were huge-and undeniably real. Even as she lay on her back, the mountainous jugs stuck straight up, firm and thrusting, the large nipples pointed.
"Holy shit!" Freddy said with a big horny sigh.
"They're real," Tom said in awe.
"Oh, Christ, if only we could touch them," said Bill longingly. "That lucky old fart, Dean...."
Luke Dean was doing just what all three boys longed to do-fondling Miss Martin's enormous, ripe tits. She looked disgusted and repulsed, but that didn't stop the skinny principal from taking big handfuls of creamy tit-flesh, squeezing and molding her huge silky breasts. As Tom, Bill and Freddy imagined themselves in Dean's place, they felt their young cocks go hard and stiff in their jeans.
Jane lay in a daze on the soft moist grass, unwilling to believe this was really happening to her. She'd always disliked Luke Dean, found him repulsive from the day she met him-and here he was fondling her naked tits, practically drooling on them, and there was nothing she could do about it.
"My God, your breasts are enormous," he said in his thin excited voice. "I've never seen any this large."
"Please don't talk," Jane said, blushing with shame. "Oh, God, just do it and don't talk about it...."
She doubted he even heard her. His little piggy blue eyes gleamed crazily, and he feverishly licked his lips as he pawed and squeezed her big satiny tits. He bent down and started licking her light brown cone-shaped nipples, and Jane flinched with sudden pleasure. Damn it, why did he have to do things that aroused her? He planted his mouth on her left nipple and began to suck it loudly, with a lewd slurping noise. Hot pleasure streaked through her body....
Freddy stifled a giggle. "Jeez," he said, "ol' Dean's licking and sucking her tit just like a baby."
"Don't knock it, man," said Tom. "It looks like it might be fun."
"I sure wouldn't mind trying it," said Bill.
Jane felt her tender nipple going rigid and erect in Dean's drooly little mouth, and she was ashamed of herself. If only she had a lover, a man she cared about, she wouldn't get turned on by creeps like Dean. He started sucking her other nipple, his mouth scorching and wet, and it, too, went erect and bumpy between his lips. Jane was getting very horny, started to squirm, but she vowed she wouldn't let Dean know it.
At last he sighed and slipped his mouth off her taut spit-soaked nipple. He slid down her body and unzipped her jeans. Jane moaned but didn't fight him. She knew she was going to have to go through with it. All she could do was indulge him and get it over with.
Dean pulled down her jeans and then reached for the waistband of her sensible white cotton panties. Jane began to sob helplessly. She felt so humiliated to have this disgusting little man see her most intimate parts. His eyes gleamed lustily as he pulled down her panties and uncovered her dense black triangular bush.
"Oh, man," Freddy moaned in his hiding place, "so THAT'S what it looks like...."
The three boys were getting their first sight of pussy, and they felt their young cocks straining in their jeans and weeping big drops of juice. They thought Miss Martin's large black fur patch was beautiful. Apparently Dean did, too, for he suddenly moaned and buried his face in the silky raven-black fur. Miss Martin looked disgusted.
After rubbing his face around in her muff for a few moments, moaning loudly, Dean sat up and forced her legs apart, pushing them back till her bent knees almost touched her huge tits. The three boys almost fell over each other scrambling for a closer view of Miss Martin's slit. They saw a gleaming red line of flesh encircled with black curls.
"Wow," said Bill, "girls sure look different from boys."
"Well, what'd you expect, dummy?" said Tom.
"Oh, Jesus," said Freddy, "this is such a turn-on, I'm almost cumming. I can hardly wait till he sticks it in her."
His feelings were passionately shared by his two buddies. They crawled closer to the adult couple, as close as they dared, lying on their bellies in the tall grass, gawking longingly at Jane's lush red pussy. Mr. Dean gawked at it, too, for a long moment-then knelt between her legs.
'Open my pants," he said shakily. "Take my cock out."
Jane was tempted to refuse, but she knew her ordeal would be over sooner if she cooperated. With trembling hands she unzipped Dean's fly and touched a cock for the first time in her life. She curled her fingers around the stiff little rod and drew it out into the light. To her surprise, it was very nice to touch-warm and silky and smooth. Dean whinnied like a colt as her fingers closed around his stiff little dick.
He quickly tugged his pants down to his knees. Jane held his small rigid cock, staring at the purple engorged head. Bright bubbles of juice came from the small slit mouth. To her shame, she felt the impulse to play with his prick, explore it with her fingers and tongue. She let go of it as if it had been a poisonous snake. It snapped up to hug Dean's belly.
He grinned lewdly. He scrunched down between her legs, and she felt the hard hot point of his cock nosing around in the slick swollen flesh of her gash. In spite of herself she felt hot excitement, and she knew she wanted that hard little rod inside her. She wanted desperately to be balled-even by Luke Dean.
"Put it in," he said hoarsely. "Take my cock and put it in your cunt, Miss Martin."
Damn him, how did he know she'd gladly obey? She could hardly wait. Despising herself, but too horny to hesitate, Jane reached down and found his silky hard skinny prick and directed it to her creamy little cunt mouth. She wedged the knobby drooling cock-head into her famished hole, and then Dean took over, squealing excitedly and thrusting hard, penetrating her fully in one greedy shove.
"OOOOOO!" Jane wailed.
She was lost. She threw her legs wide apart and let him fuck her, moaning and squealing with pleasure as she took the hard quick jabs of his cock. She'd worry later, feel guilty later. All her adult life she'd been starved for sex, and she couldn't resist it now, no matter who she got it from....
Not twenty feet away the three boys watched wide-eyed as their principal balled their favorite teacher. They watched Dean's skinny pale ass flying, watched his thin white prick zipping in and out of Miss Martin's plump red cunt lips. It was just too much. Each boy reached down and began rubbing his hard young prick, jacking off as he watched.
When Miss Martin started cumming with a shrill howl, the boys came, too. They envied Dean with all their heart when he finally yelped and shot his load into Miss Martin's flooding cunt.
Tom turned to them with a mischievous grin. "Well," he said, "why can't it be us? We could ball her, too. I've got an idea...."
CHAPTER FOUR
All day the boys could think of nothing but Tom's wild plan. They sat in Miss Martin's class gawking at her hungrily while she tried to teach them English, math and history. They didn't hear a word she said. Each of them was thinking of what he'd seen last night, her ripe red pussy with its fringe of black curls. If Tom's scheme worked, they'd all be poking their ready young cocks into her very soon....
Tom, Freddy and Bill had been tight buddies ever since first grade. They went everywhere together, studied together, and fought as a team. Just this year things had started to change a little, because suddenly they were all interested in girls. The topic of their conversation had changed. They didn't play war games any more or talk about being a team of astronauts. They talked about sex.
The problem was, they could pool all their knowlege about sex and it wouldn't fill a thimble. Their parents wouldn't tell them anything except that sex makes babies, which every dummy knew even in the third grade. All they knew was what they heard from older kids, and that wasn't much. They decided that the only way they were going to learn anything was from experience-but who was going to ball three twelve-year-olds?
Now suddenly they had a real chance to find out all about woman and sex, if only Tom's idea worked. They intended to try it this very day, as soon as school was out, but the hours seemed to pass like centuries. Miss Martin walked back and forth in front of them, her huge thrusting tits wobbling enticingly, and by the last period they all had aching cock-stands which they covered with their math books. It was hell.
Suddenly Miss Martin was asking Tom a question, and he hadn't the faintest idea what she was talking about. "Huh?" he said.
Miss Martin flushed and looked angry. "Tom," she said sternly, "you haven't been paying attention. You'll have to stay after class."
"Yes, teacher," he said blissfully.
Jane wondered why the kid looked so happy. Ordinarily staying after class was considered a terrible punishment. She repeated the question, addressing red-haired Freddy. "Huh?" said Freddy.
Jane was getting very annoyed. Wasn't anyone paying attention? "You stay after class, too, Freddy," she said. She turned to Bill, the blond kid with the sheepdog hair, and asked him the question. He didn't even say huh, he just gawked at her, open-mouthed.
"You three boys should be ashamed," Jane said. "Math is very important to your futures. Very well. All three of you will stay after class."
The other kids snickered, but Tom, Bill and Freddy just grinned. Things were working out better than they'd hoped. They'd needed an excuse to be alone with Miss Martin, and now they had one. The dismissal bell rang at last, and the rest of the kids hurried out of the room.
Miss Martin closed the door as the last of the kids left and turned to the three boys, her face grim. Tom, Bill, and Freddy could barely contain their smirks of glee. In fact they must have failed, because Miss Martin scowled at them.
"I don't know what you three are grinning about," she said angrily, "but you won't be grinning for long. I intend to take you over this math till you've learned it, no matter how late you have to stay."
She waited for their faces to fall, but they just went on grinning. Sighing, Jane opened the math text to the day's lesson. "Page forty-two," she said, expecting the boys to open their books. Instead they left the books lying in their laps. "Will you pick up your books, please?" she said with irritation.
They started to snicker. They picked up their math books from their laps-and Jane saw, to her horror, that all three boys had fierce erections, their young cocks lewdly tenting the crotches of their jeans. Her mouth fell open, and she blushed right down to her toes.
"This is NOT funny," she said to the snickering boys. "This is disgusting. I've had it with you three. I'm taking you to the principal."
"I wouldn't do that if I were you, Miss Martin," said Tom with a strange smile. "I don't think he'd wanta hear what we have to say." Freddy and Bill looked at him eagerly. He was starting to carry out their plan. They prayed it would work.
"Just what do you mean by that, young man?" Jane said angrily.
Tom grinned boldly at her. "We saw what you did," he said. "We were walking down your alley last night, and we saw you and Mr. Dean balling."
Jane's mouth fell open, and she turned deathly pale-a paleness which quickly changed to a hot red blush. Oh, God, what was she going to do? If anyone ever learned that she'd fucked the principal, she'd lose her job for sure. She wished she could fall through the floor and disappear-but she was stuck there with those three boys and their knowing grins. She didn't know what to say or do.
Tom laid his math book aside and stood up. His two buddies, Bill and Freddy, stood up, too, and the three boys walked slowly toward her. Jane sensed danger, and she started backing up. The silent pursuit continued until she backed into the blackboard and could retreat no further. The boys came within two feet of her and stopped, their jeans lewdly tented with their cock-stands.
"Yeah," said Tom, "we saw you fucking Mr. Dean. You really got off on it, too, yelling and all. I bet you wouldn't want anybody to know about that, would you, teacher?"
Jane swallowed hard. "N-no," she said, "I wouldn't. Please, boys, you won't tell anyone, will you?"
"No," said Tom, "we'll promise never to tell what we saw, Miss Martin, if you'll just do something for us in return."
"What do you want?" said Jane.
The boys started to giggle. Finally Tom managed to control himself. He leered at her and said, "We want a get some of that action, too, Miss Martin. So we'll promise not to tell-if you'll fuck us."
"WHAT?" said Jane.
She swayed dizzily, and then their sweaty little hands were all over her, eagerly pawing her lush, mature body. She sank to her knees, and the boys eased her down onto the floor of the classroom. She felt hot hard young hands squeezing her breasts and creeping up under her skirt. She couldn't believe this was happening to her, that she was lying on the floor being groped by her own sixth grade students. She struggled into a sitting position.
"Boys," she said, "stop this at once! Why, you could be expelled for this."
"Yeah, and you could lose your job for what you did with Mr. Dean," said Tom. "We're just making a deal here, Miss Martin. You do something for us, and well do something for you."
"B-but I can't do what you asked," said Jane in a shocked voice. "Why, I'm old enough to be your mother, even grandmother. You're my students, for heaven's sake."
"What difference does that make?" said Bill. "If you can ball ol' Dean, you can ball us."
"Right," said Freddy. "Age has nothing to do with it. Besides, you sure don't seem old to us, Miss Martin."
His friends nodded vigorously in agreement, and they all stared adoringly at their teacher. They didn't see Jane Martin, forty-year-old spinster. They saw a tall, lovely brunette with enormous jugs. They didn't understand her argument about the age difference, either. Hell, they were just as horny and just as ready as any grown-up guy.
"You're wasting time arguing with us, Miss Martin," said Tom. "We told you what the deal is, so take it or leave it. You can ball us, or we can tell everybody you got it on with the principal. What's it gonna be?"
Jane stared at them in a misery of indecision, wondering how she was going to get out of this mess. She'd die if anyone found out about her and Luke Dean, and she'd certainly lose her job. On the other hand, she couldn't bring herself to make love to a bunch of twelve-year-old boys. The idea horrified her. It wouldn't be easy to change their minds, though. Their hard little cocks poked fiercely at the confinement of their jeans. These boys would be determined....
"Uh, perhaps we could talk it over tomorrow, boys," she said. "I really ought to get home."
"No way," said Tom. "We want you now."
They started to touch her again, and Jane burst into tears. "Oh, no," she said, sobbing, "I can't. I just can't, not with my own students."
"Okay, that does it," said Tom, standing up. "I know a guy on the school board. We're gonna go tell him what you did with Mr. Dean."
Tom and his friends started grimly for the door. When Jane thought of public disgrace and never being able to teach again, she couldn't stand it. "Oh, no, please," she said desperately, "don't-don't tell anyone."
The boys turned and came toward her again, and she knew what was going to happen. There was nothing she could do to stop it. She just hoped she'd chosen the lesser of two evils. Sobbing, she allowed the eager boys to ease her onto her back again. They started pawing her, and she blushed hotly and closed her eyes. She felt sick about what was happening, but all she could do was endure till it was over....
Tom, Freddy and Bill were so excited, they were almost cumming right in their jeans. Miss Martin had given in. Tom's plan had worked. Her lush body, which had been driving them out of their minds all year, was theirs to touch and explore. Freddy started unbuttoning her blouse.
"Let's start with her tits," he said. "I wanta get a better look at 'em."
"Yeah," Bill said eagerly, "let's get her bra off."
Jane blushed hotly as she felt her blouse being opened and eager sweaty hands reaching around to unhook her bra. She'd never felt so ashamed in her life. She heard the boys' excited breathing, then their gasps of wonder as they drew off her bra and exposed her enormous thrusting boobs. She wanted to die of shame.
"Jesus Christ," said Tom, "will you look at the size of her tits?"
"I'm looking, I'm looking," Freddy said in a horny croak.
"They're as big as the ones in Playboy," said Bill. "Oh, man...."
Their teacher's tits were pretty impressive, all right, big ripe creamy globes almost the size and shape of watermelons, with large cone-shaped light brown nipples. The huge pale jugs quivered slightly and seemed swollen to the bursting point. There was plenty of room there for all three boys to touch and fondle.
Tom started it, kneeling close beside her and laying his sweaty nervous hands on her left breast. He found it deliciously hot and silky, fun to touch. Moaning, his rampant young cock leaking juice, he began to run his hands over her huge throbbing tit. His friends quickly joined him, and six eager hands squeezed, rubbed and explored Jane's fantastic thrusting boobs.
"Oh, Christ, I can't believe this," Freddy said hoarsely. "I been wanting to play with her tits all year."
"Any tits," said Bill breathlessly, "I been wanting to play with ANY tits . ... "
"But we musta got the biggest ones in town," said Tom.
Jane wondered why she didn't just faint with humiliation. She certainly wanted to. Here she was, a grown and respected woman, letting three panting little boys play with her naked breasts. She felt the lively hot hands feeling her all over, heard the horny remarks, and wondered how she was ever going to live with herself after this.
"Hey, I'm gonna try what ol' Dean was doing," Freddy said with a giggle. "I'm gonna suck her tits."
His friends snickered-and then Jane felt Freddy's hot wet mouth closing around her left nipple, sucking it swiftly inside. She felt a sharp jolt of pleasure ripping through her body, and her self-disgust deepened. My God, she couldn't let herself get aroused by a bunch of kids. It was just too awful. Yet Freddy's furious hungry tit-sucking did feel exciting....
Tom and Bill watched, grinning, as Freddy sucked on the teacher's huge pale tit. Her large beige nipple was a real mouthful for him, but it looked like he was having fun. He sucked loudly, juicily, his red head bobbing up and down. Bill suddenly dove for her other nipple, sucking it in. Miss Martin flinched and blushed hotly.
With Freddy and Bill hogging her tits, Tom decided to have his fun elsewhere. He lifted her skirt, pushing it up out of the way, and started pulling down her panties. Miss Martin moaned and blushed all over, but he didn't let her unwillingness stop him. He couldn't resist a golden opportunity like this to see a real live pussy close up.
Freddy and Bill went on making their lewd loud slurping noises as they sucked her huge swollen jugs, and Tom slowly pulled down her panties. She didn't help him, and he had a time getting them off over her round firm butt, but at last he did it. He slipped the garment off over her feet and turned quickly to stare at her big lush black muff.
Jane felt one of the kids taking down her panties, and she kept her legs tight together, horrified at the idea of the boys staring at her naked pussy. The kid got her panties off anyway, and then she felt his hot moist breath fanning her belly. Suddenly he was doing just what Luke Dean had done the night before, burying his flushed face in her thick furry muff.
"Ohhh, nooo," she whimpered.
She remembered how she'd gone crazy with pleasure when Dean went down on her. If the kid did it, too, she'd be lost. Fortunately he was an amateur, no doubt a virgin, and he didn't know how to turn her on by eating her pussy. He just rubbed his face around in her silky black bush, panting hotly.
Tom knew there was more to her pussy than the pretty soft black muff. He pried open the furry lips and discovered a funny little red lump of flesh. He didn't know what it was for. Maybe it was where girls pissed from, having no cocks. He placed the tip of his finger on it and rubbed-and to his astonishment, Miss Martin gave a low moan of pleasure.
Damn the kid, he'd discovered her clit. He was gently rubbing it, and it was melting her whole belly with pleasure. She couldn't stifle the first blissful moan, but then she clamped her jaws shut, trembling in silent enjoyment as the boy rubbed and massaged her ever horny little joy button.
Tom rubbed the funny little bump faster, and it grew hot and moist and erect under his finger.
Sometime he'd have to find out just what it was, but right now he wanted to explore further in that mysterious female region between her legs. He pushed her thighs apart. Miss Martin resisted a little, sobbing and protesting, but he urged her legs open, and finally he was looking at her scarlet gash with its fringe of black curls. Up close he could see a lot more details, like the plump swollen lips of her pussy and the shadowy little mouth of her cunt and the small light brown wrinkle of her asshole. It all got him pretty excited.
"Hey, you guys," he said to Bill and Freddy, "come an' take a look at her pussy."
They responded quickly enough, letting Jane's taut spit-soaked nipples pop from their mouths, scurrying over to join Tom, who was gawking between her legs. Jane didn't cooperate, though. She couldn't bear this final humiliation of having three twelve-year-old boys staring between her legs at her naked slit. Moaning loudly, she slammed her legs shut, blocking their view.
"Hey, damn it," said Tom. "Come on, let's get her legs open again."
The three boys used all their strength to pull her legs open. Jane resisted as hard as she could, fighting the final battle for her pride. She couldn't endure the thought of those three horny kids getting a look between her thighs. Tomorrow she'd have to teach them again, endure their mocking grins, knowing what they'd seen-it would be just too much.
"Oh, no, nooo," she wailed.
"Come on, teacher, let us see your pussy," Tom said. "That's part of the deal."
Jane had to lose the struggle. It was three against one. Finally her strength gave out, and the panting sweating kids got her legs wide open and held them there. She could feel their harsh hot breathing on her naked slit. In fact she could feel their hot staring eyes. She sobbed in shame and humiliation.
"Man, oh, man," said Freddy with an appreciative whistle, "so that's what girls look like."
"Sure is weird," said Bill. "No cock or balls."
"Here's what we want," Tom said eagerly. "Remember those guys we heard talking about a cunt, a hole in a girl's body where you put your cock? Well, this has to be it. I think."
He -rimmed the moist little mouth of her cunt with the tip of his finger. Just to make sure he was right, he slipped his finger into the little hole to see if there was room for a cock. There was room, all right. It was a long slick clinging passage, deliciously juicy and hot. He could imagine how great it would feel to poke his hard young cock in there.
"Yeah, that's her cunt, all right," he said. "So what are we waiting for? Let's ball her."
"Right on," said Freddy and Bill. The boys leaped to their feet and started unzipping their jeans. Jane's naughty curiosity overcame her again. She could never resist a chance to see cocks. She opened her eyes and saw three of them-three rigid slim pale pricks pointing at the ceiling. The boy's cocks were all as big as Luke Dean's, jaunty four-inchers, capped with uncircumcised wrinkled heads.
For a moment lust overcame her completely. She imagined taking those three rock-hard eager cocks, one after the other, and her pussy creamed hugely, growing hot and eager. Then she came back to reality. My God, what was she thinking of? A forty-year-old woman fucking three little kids? It was sick, disgusting. As the boys approached her, grinning lustily, she moaned and tried to close her legs. Too late-Tom made a flying leap and landed between her thighs, his hard slim young body keeping her legs wedged open.
"Nooo," Jane wailed, "no, please, don't fuck meee...."
The achingly horny boy paid no attention, of course. Frantically he poked his stiff little peter around in her slick pussy, trying to find her cunt. His two buddies knelt right beside her, grinning wickedly, urging him on. Jane struggled, keeping him from getting his cock into her, but she knew he'd win sooner or later....
There was a loud knock on the door, and Luke Dean said, "Miss Martin, are you in there? I'd like to talk to you."
Just one moment, Mr. Dean, Jane said eagerly. "I'll be right out."
The boys were already scrambling into their clothes, cursing. "You won't get away from us, teacher," said Tom. "We'll be back. We made a deal with you, and we're gonna see that you live up to it...."
CHAPTER FIVE
Jane dressed hurriedly and opened the classroom door. The three boys rushed out past Luke Dean, almost knocking him down. They didn't want the stern principal to see their hard-ons. Dean stared after them, then turned to Jane.
"What was that all about?" he said.
Jane felt herself blushing all over. For one wicked moment she wanted to tell him that she'd been rolling around naked in the classroom with three of her students, getting ready to ball them. Poor old Dean would shit himself. He might even have a heart attack and croak, which would be a blessing to the whole school.
She controlled herself and said primly, "They're glad to escape, I imagine. I made them stay after school to go over their math."
"Excellent," said Dean. "One can't have too much discipline, I always say; however, that's not what I came to talk about. I want you to be sure to be home this evening, Miss Martin. I'll be by around eight. I don't have to tell you what for."
The wicked horny glint in his little blue eyes said it all. No, he didn't have to tell her what he'd be wanting this evening. It was all too obvious that he wanted to get into her pants. Jane blushed hotly all over. She wanted to scream at him, kick him, let him know in the most forceful way that she despised him and didn't want him to touch her. She couldn't do that, of course. Luke Dean knew too much. He could squash her, ruin her life, if she didn't please him.
"Yes, Mr. Dean," she said meekly.
She went home and took a shower and made herself a strong martini. She couldn't eat more than a few bites at dinner. In the past two days her whole world had been turned upside-down. It had been hell before, being so lonely and horny, but she wondered if she could handle the new scene any better. Four horny males wanted her, but one was an old pervert and the others were mere kids. That certainly wasn't the way she'd planned it in her romantic fantasies.
As she closed the door, she caught a glimpse of herself in the hall mirror. No wonder Dean was turned on. The negligee was so sheer, she could see the outline of her naked body right through it, even the dark points of her taut nipples and the shadowy triangle of her black muff. She blushed deeply. What must he think of her?
Dean made it clear what he thought. He moved close to her and quickly slipped her gown down off one shoulder, uncovering one huge quivering breast. Wickedly he seized the big beige nipple between his thumb and forefinger, giving it a teasing tweak. To Jane's horror, her nipple instantly went erect.
Dean leered at her. "We're going to have a very exciting evening, my dear," he said. "Why don't we just go right to your bedroom?"
Tom and his friends got together that evening right after dinner. They were restless and angry over what had happened that afternoon. Dammit all, everything had been going their way, and they'd been so close to fucking Miss Martin, when that creep Dean interrupted. They couldn't wait till tomorrow. They resolved to go to Miss Martin's house right away and take up where they left off.
The three boys hurried through the dark alleys till they came to their teacher's house. They sneaked quietly through the back yard, peering in windows as they went. When they saw no sign of her, they crept around to the front. Tom suddenly halted.
"Oh, shit," he said, "that's Mr. Dean's car parked in her driveway. He musta gotten here before us. Let's take a look in the living room window."
The three friends crept up to the big window, finding a spying place where they were concealed by bushes. They looked-and sure enough, there was skinny old Dean, the principal, with Miss Martin. As they watched, he walked up to Miss Martin with a knowing leer on his face and pulled her gown off her shoulder, baring one fantastic big tit. He started tweaking her nipple.
"Hell," said Tom.
"That bastard is always ruining our fun," said Freddy.
"What're we gonna do now?" said Bill.
Tom sighed loudly. "Nothing we can do," he said, "unless we wanta get in trouble with Dean. We'll have to see her another time. I guess the most we can do is sit here and watch."
That was better than nothing. The three disappointed boys got comfortable in their spying place. Dean was playing with Miss Martin's big light brown nipple, tweaking it into taut erection. Miss Martin was blushing hotly, a disgusted look on her face. The window was slightly open, and the boys could hear the conversation:
"Why don't we just go right to your bedroom?" said Dean.
"Mr. Dean," Jane said hotly, "I won't be treated like a sex object. I'm not just some toy for you to play with. You can't just invite yourself over here any time you want and-and USE me."
Dean sneered at her. "Oh, can't I?" he said. "I believe I can, my dear, unless you want me to tell the police about your naughty behavior. Now, let's have no more of this nonsense. Lead the way to your bedroom."
Jane's pent-up anger burst. She was tired of this ugly little creep ordering her around, using her like his private sex machine. She slapped Dean hard across the face, sending him reeling backwards. He stumbled and almost fell, and when he righted himself, his face was livid with rage.
"You'll pay for that, bitch," he said.
Jane was immediately sorry she'd hit him. It hadn't been a very smart move. He looked mad enough to kill. True, he was no taller or heavier than she was, but his rage would give him extra strength. He started toward her, fists clenched, and Jane screamed and ran from him.
The boys watched as Mr. Dean chased ivliss Martin around her living room. "That prick," Tom said angrily. "He'd better not hurt her. If "he starts hitting her, we're gonna hafta go in there and save her, no matter what kind of trouble it gets us into."
"Right," Freddy and Bill agreed.
"She shouldn't have hit him," Freddy said. "She shoulda punched him and knocked him out. She could do it. Girls just don't know how to fight."
"Well, the three of us can take him," Bill said grimly. "He'd just better watch himself."
It was brave talk, and the boys really meant it.
They adored Miss Martin and would risk being expelled to save her if Dean got too rough. Secretly they hoped he wouldn't, though. They hoped he'd settle down, that Miss Martin would change her mind, and that they could watch the adults getting it on. That would be a lot more fun than fighting.
Miss Martin had a good long stride, and she managed to stay ahead of Dean as he chased her around the room, his glasses falling crooked on his nose, his thin hair flying. Finally Dean wised up and changed his course abruptly, catching Jane as she came around the couch. He seized her around the waist and wrestled her to the carpet.
The boys were poised for flight, ready to dash into the house if their pretty teacher needed them, but Dean didn't hit her. He just sat on her, pinning her down on her back. He straightened his glasses, smoothed his hair, caught his breath. Jane glared at him and tried to roll out from under him, but he had her effectively pinned.
"No more crap, damnit," said Dean. "I'm too old for all this wrestling. You can do as I say, or I can go to the newspapers with my shocking little story. They'd love that-Woman Teacher Revealed As Pervert."
Jane went pale. "Oh, please, not that," she said meekly.
"Very well, then," said Dean. "Let's get on with it. Take down the top of your dress."
Sobbing and humiliated, Jane obeyed, shrugging out of the top of her negligee, baring her huge, melon-shaped tits to Dean's glinting little piggy eyes. He watched avidly, licking his lips. He sat on her belly, pinning her firmly to the rug so she couldn't wriggle loose. She blushed beet red as she settled back and allowed him to stare at her big swollen boobs.
"Extraordinary," said Dean, slipping his clammy little hands under her heavy hot tits, "really exceptional tits."
He started to play with her, molding and squeezing the huge heavy melons which easily overflowed his palms. He rubbed his thumbs over her nipples, teasing them into stiff erection. Jane couldn't quite blot out the naughty pleasure she felt when he played with her breasts. Even though it was Dean, a man she despised, his touch felt exciting.
He bent lower over her, stuck out his slick red tongue, and started lapping her taut bumpy nipples, making a lewd slurping noise. Jane gasped and reddened, both embarrassed and aroused. Dammit, why did it have to feel so good when he did these kinky things to her? His slick hot tongue felt exciting on her sensitive nipples.
Outside the three boys watched in an agony of envy and horny longing. It just didn't seem fair that the old prick Mr. Dean should have all the fun with the woman they wanted. Miss Martin didn't seem too pleased, either. She wrinkled her face and blushed as he licked her big cone-shaped nipples.
"Damn it all to hell," said Freddy with a lingering sigh, "I wish it could be us instead of him."
"It will be," said Tom. "I've got another idea. We'll have to wait till he leaves, though."
They watched, their young cocks hard as rocks in their jeans, while Dean licked Miss Martin's big pale jugs into swollen gleaming fullness. She didn't move or say anything, but in spite of her obvious dislike for the principal, she seemed to be getting turned on. As Dean noisily licked and sucked her big thrusting jugs, she got more pink in the face, her eyes fluttered, and her breasts swelled up hugely.
At last Dean sighed loudly and raised his head from her stiff erect nipples. He moved up a little till he was squatting right over her big cushiony tits. His eyes were glinting crazily as he leered down at Miss Martin. She looked pale and nervous.
"Take my cock out," he said huskily. "Open my pants and take it out."
Miss Martin started to cry, but she did as he said. With shaking hands she unzipped his pants and gingerly drew out his prick. The boys clapped their hands over their mouths to keep from laughing. Poor old Dean had a tiny prick, no bigger than theirs. It was limp, too, just a pale little soft lump of a dick.
"Play with it," he said. "Get me hard."
"P-play with it?" Jane said shakily.
"You know," Dean said impatiently, "frig me. Pump it, help me get it up."
Jane really had no idea what to do, having never touched a man's cock before, never played with one, but she was afraid of making him angry again, so she did her best. His cock was tiny and limp tonight, no bigger than one of her fingers. Clumsily she curled it in her fist and started pumping it. Dean gave an excited squeal.
"Yes, yes," he whinnied, "pump my cock ... Faster...."
The doughy little prick felt warm and harmless in her fist. She hated to admit it, but she actually got a little aroused pumping it. It was silky and pleasant to touch. She frigged her boss rapidly, and Dean went out of his skull. His face got pink with pleasure and his little eyes rolled crazily. He squealed like a pig and began to jerk his skinny hips, fucking her fist with his limp little prick.
"Eeeeee," Dean squealed, "yes, YES, JACK ME OFF...."
The boys watched contemptuously. "Jeez," said Freddy, "I could get a hard-on without all that. I woulda had a stiff cock when I walked in her door."
"Me, too," said Tom. "I wouldn't have to have her frig me."
"But it'd be fun," said Bill with an envious sigh. "I could really get off on having a girl play with my cock."
His friends had to agree. It would really be fantastic fun to have Miss Martin take their cocks in her fist and pump them like she was doing to Dean. Ol' Dean was going crazy with excitement, squealing and panting. At last his pitiful little cock started to get hard, but even in erection it was no bigger or fatter than a boy's.
"Yes, yes," he whined, "keep pumping my cock...."
Jane obeyed, pumping steadily, and she finally felt his cock coming to life in her fist. It twitched, lurched, and grew, doubling its girth and length, getting stone-hard. Still it wasn't much of a cock, no more than four inches of skinny meat. She saw the fat little head going purple with engorgement, the small slit mouth starting to leak little droplets of juice.
She felt herself getting excited as his cock hardened. It disgusted her, but she couldn't help it. Even this pitiful little poker had felt damned good in her yesterday. She knew she'd welcome it again if he tried to ball her-but she was determined not to let him know how much she wanted it.
"Ahhh, yes, good," Dean sighed, "that's enough...."
She quickly let go of his prick, and it snapped out of her fist to point at the ceiling. The stalk was milky-white and laced with small blue veins. The head was swollen and purple, the smooth flesh shiny and taut. Steady bubbles of cock juice oozed from the little slit mouth. Jane gawked at his erect dick and felt her treacherous pussy growing wet and swollen and hungry.
Dean crawled off her and said, "Now we'll go to your bedroom-and no arguments."
Damnit, no matter how much she wanted to get laid, she just couldn't submit meekly to this creep. She decided she'd rather frig herself than fuck a man she loathed. She leaped to her feet, her big tits wobbling crazily, and faced Dean defiantly.
"You go to hell," she said. "I'm not going to bed with you. I'm not your slave."
It was a mistake. With his cock achingly stiff and needy, Dean was in no mood for arguing. His arm shot out, and he caught her hard across the face, sending her spinning. She passed out for a moment, and then she felt him dragging her over to the couch.
The boys were ready again to run to her rescue, but Mr. Dean didn't hit her again. He dragged her across the room, red-faced and panting with the effort, and managed to drape her across the arm of the couch, her legs hanging over, her round ample ass sticking up in the arm. Dean caught his breath, mopped his face, and then leered at his target.
"Nooo," Jane whimpered.
She was too dizzy to move, too frightened to anger him again. She knew her protest was in vain. She felt Dean lifting the long skirt of her gown, bringing it up over her ass. Again she regretted not wearing panties. She felt his hot breath against her naked exposed slit.
"No more resistance, please," he said, "or I'll get very angry."
"All right, all right," Jane sobbed. "Just do it and get it over with."
No, she wasn't going to fight him any more. She didn't want to get hit again-and Dean would win in the long run anyway, because he could blackmail her. She day limp, draped over the arm of the couch, and moaned as she felt his clammy little hands grasping her hips. He steadied himself behind her, panting excitedly, and then she felt the hard hot little head of his cock sliding over the moist flesh of her pussy, approaching her cunt.
Dean was gasping with excitement, snorting lustily, as he pushed his swollen meat into the fiery wet hole of her cunt. He let out a little squeal of delight as he sank his rigid cock to the hilt in her snug juicy twat. She felt his furry little nut sac coming to rest against her pussy, felt the hard little head of his cock poking against her womb. Dean whined and began to fuck her, not fast and frantically like yesterday, but in low slow deep strokes, as if he were trying to prolong his pleasure.
"Eeeeee," he whinnied, "eeeeee...."
She found his behavior disgusting, even laughable, but she couldn't deny the hot pleasure she was getting from his deep-stroking cock. She felt herself drifting off into a stupor of sensual enjoyment, not caring who was fucking her just as long as she got fucked. Well, she might as well enjoy it. It happened all too seldom. She relaxed and concentrated solely on the exciting friction of his stiff little dick working in and out of her starved box.
"Ummmmmm," she murmured.
"Yes, you like it, don't you?" Dean panted. "You cunt, you put up all that resistance, but you really wanted it all along."
Jane didn't bother to reply. Her blissful moans grew louder as Dean got carried away and speeded the pace of his fucking. His small but rock-hard cock began to slam in her cunt, jabbing hard and fast. God help her, she loved it, craved it. She creamed furiously around his jerking dick, wailing her pleasure.
"Ahhh, God, YES," she cried, "yesss ... FUCK MEEE!!!"
The boys watched, dizzy with longing and very excited. They'd never seen the act of fucking before. They watched bug-eyed as Dean's skinny wet prick zipped in and out of Miss Martin's little juicy hole, slicing between her plump pink cunt lips. They envied Dean with all their hearts. In fact they moaned out loud with envy.
"Don't worry," Tom said grimly, "we'll be balling her, too, in just a little while. I got a plan that can't fail."
His buddies didn't really believe him. It seemed too good to be true that they'd actually get it on with their gorgeous teacher. They watched gloomily as Dean balled, watching the skinny principal getting more and more excited. He squealed, his skinny ass flew, and his ugly face got red as a beet. Miss Martin was enjoying it, too, moaning and clawing at the couch.
"Oh, God, yesss," she shrieked, "do it to meee...."I'm CUMMEMG ... OHHHHHH!!!"
She writhed around the jabbing impalement of Dean's hard little cock, thick bright cream gushing from her cunt. Dean grinned evilly, and then his eyes rolled up and he howled and started shooting his load, his small flabby ass jerking like crazy. Then he staggered back, his limp shriveled cock popping from her cunt.
"Now, that wasn't so bad, was it, my dear?" he said mockingly.
CHAPTER SIX
Quickly Jane rose from the couch and tugged her skirt into place. She blushed hotly as she faced Luke Dean's leering expression. Damn it all, why had she let herself go with him? Why had she let him know how badly she needed to be fucked? He'd never let her forget about it, she was sure....
"If you're quite finished, Mr. Dean," she said coldly, "you may leave. I want to go to bed."
"Very well, my dear," he said, heading for the door, "but I'll be seeing you soon very soon. After tonight, I know you'll be glad to see me."
Jane was tempted to throw a lamp at him, but she kept quiet until he left. Then she burst into tears. She hated herself for needing him, for wanting his cock so badly that she tolerated his disgusting personality. If only she could find a man she liked......
Outside the window, watching avidly, Tom and his friends saw Luke Dean leave the house. They waited until he drove away, and then Tom whispered his new plan to his friends. They grinned and nodded. It sounded like it would work, all right. The three boys hurried around and rang Miss Martin's doorbell.
She met them, wearing the same filmy blue negligee she'd worn for Dean, so sheer that they could practically see through it. The boys ogled the lush outline of her figure, the dark dots of her nipples and the shadowy triangle of her bush. Thinking of her gorgeous body, which they'd briefly fondled that afternoon, they all felt their young cocks go rock hard in their jeans.
Miss Martin stared at them in horror. "Oh, No," she said. "Boys, please, not now."
Tom and his friends elbowed past her into the living room. "It can't wait, Miss Martin," said Tom. "We're too horny."
Jane felt pushed to the limit by horny males. She was still feeling ashamed and disgusted from her encounter with Dean, and now these three kids were insisting on using her body. It was too much. She lost her temper.
"Now, look," she said angrily, "I don't have to take this. I don't have to be available to you or anyone else, whether I want it or not. As for your threat of telling about me and Mr. Dean; I'll take my chances. I think people will believe me, not you. So you just go ahead and tell-and get out of my house."
Freddy and BUI looked worried, but Tom grinned and said calmly, "Oh, people will believe us now, Miss Martin. We took pictures."
That was Tom's new idea, to lie and say that they'd photographed Miss Martin with the principal. It looked like it was going to work, too. Miss Martin turned deathly pale, and she stared at Tom.
"Took pictures?" she said. "Of what? When?"
"We took 'em just now," Tom said with a grin, "through your front window while you were balling Mr. Dean. We got some great shots of you leaning over the couch, doing it like dogs. Anybody can tell it's you and Dean."
Jane reeled dizzily and sat down hard in the nearest chair. It was too awful to believe-but she had no doubt that these boys would go to any lengths to have her. She'd been a teacher almost twenty years, and she knew how powerful the teenage sex urge was. These boys wanted a woman so badly, they'd lost all notions of morality. There was no arguing with them.
"All right," she said grimly, "what do you want in exchange for those pictures? I have a little money-"
"We don't want money, Miss Martin," said Freddy. "We want the same thing we asked for this afternoon. We just wanta ball you."
"Oh, God," Jane said, "Please, anything but that...."
"No use arguing, teacher," said Bill. "You're not gonna get those pictures. We're gonna keep 'em for insurance-to make sure you do what we want. No way can you get out of balling us, unless you want everybody in town to see those pictures."
Jane hung her head. She knew she was beaten, and yet she couldn't bear the thought of giving in to three of her own students, twelve-year-old boys. She wept and begged, knowing it was useless, knowing they's show her no mercy. She saw that they all had fierce hard-ons, sharp bulges in their jeans.
"Let's not waste any more time," said Tom. "If you don't want us to show those pictures, you better take off that gown, teacher."
With a mortified sob, Jane stood up and removed her sheer filmy negligee, letting it waft to the carpet. She blushed deeply when the three horny little boys gawked hungrily at her naked body. They started toward her, and she awkwardly tried to cover her wide lush black bush and her huge wobbling tits.
"Oh, nooo," she said, "I can't do it, I just can't . ... "
She began to back away from the leering boys, till her legs touched the chair. She stumbled into it, and before she could get up again, the boys surrounded her, pawing her big ripe tits and silky bush.
"No," she said, sobbing, "I won't do it, I WON'T...."
"Hold her down," said Tom. "I'm tired of waiting. If she won't cooperate, we'll just make her do it."
Bill and Freddy were equally tired of waiting, and they held Jane firmly in the chair, pressing hard on her shoulders. She struggled to get up, but it was no use. Tom seized her legs and put them up over the arms of the chair, spreading them lewdly, exposing the moist red flesh of her gash with its fringe of black curls. Panting, gawking at her crotch, he quickly lowered his jeans.
"Nooo," Jane said, sobbing.
Even as she protested, she couldn't help gawking at Tom's cock. The handsome brown-haired boy had an adorable pale white peter, four slim inches of stiff meat springing from a sparse brown bush. The wrinkled foreskin had crept back to expose the cherry-red head of his prick, and the little slit mouth was oozing bright bubbles of juice. It was a lovely cock, much nicer than Dean's-but it belonged to a kid young enough to be her son.
Tom approached her breathlessly, his handsome pink balls so swollen that they hardly quivered. His rampantly erect cock hugged his belly tightly. His young eyes were feverishly eager as he eyed the dark wet hole of Jane's cunt. She screamed and tried to close her legs, but the other two boys held them in position, lewdly spread over the arms of the chair.
"Boys, please, don't," Jane said. "This is rape. It's very serious."
Tom paid no attention at all. Breathing heavily, glassy-eyed with lusty excitement, he moved between her legs and gingerly bent his erect cock down to touch the molten flesh of her pussy. He shivered and moaned softly as he stroked the sensitive red head of his cock back and forth over her slick hot gash. His friends watched intently.
Tom could hardly believe it was happening, that he was about to lose his virginity at last, about to slip his cock inside a woman for the first time. Yet the searing wet flesh of his teacher's pussy was real enough. He focused on the shadowy little hole which he thought must be her cunt, and he wedged the hard red head of his cock into it. He whined with pleasure. Even the mouth of her cunt was deliriously slick, hot, and gripping.
"Noooo," Jane moaned, "oh, noooo ... Don't, Tom, please ... Take it out ... Don't fuck meee...."
It was no use, of course. Nothing could stop the boy now that he was so close to his goal. While his friends held the struggling woman, Tom moaned and began to push his slim pale prick into her. Freddy and Bill watched with hot excitement and envy as Tom's creamy-pale dick slowly vanished between Jane's thick red pussylips.
Jane quivered and stiffened as she felt the slim hard cock moving into her. Nothing she could do about it now-the damage was done, the kid was fucking her. That was bad enough, but she was even more horrified by her own reaction. Her immoral cunt responded avidly to the hard penetration, creaming profusely all over his invading cock. Her long-starved cunt didn't care that the kid was only twelve years old....
Tom moaned and quivered during the long delicious moment that he pushed his virgin cock into Miss Martin's body. He found it was even better than he'd dreamed. Her cunt was the ideal sheath for a horny young prick-slick, moist, hot, and snug. He felt his achingly erect meat slowly enveloped in the blazing fleshy nest, and it felt so great he almost came. He pushed into her till his balls touched the wet slick flesh of her gash.
"OHHHHHH," Jane wailed.
She hoped the boys would take that cry for protest, and not for the helpless moan of pleasure it really was. God, what was wrong with her? She'd just been balled by Dean, had cum explosively, and already she was lusty again, loving the hard slim presence of Tom's little cock in her greedy box. She MUST control herself, must make sure the boys never learned how much she needed fucking....
Tom stood there fully lodged in her twat, panting, whining softly, his face flushed and grinning. For a long time he didn't move, just stood there with his cock pushed to the hilt in her, savoring the moment of his lost virginity. Damn, it felt great....
"Hey, Tom," Freddy said impatiently, "how's it feel?"
"Yeah, what's it like?" said Bill eagerly.
Tom sighed loudly. "Fantastic," he said, "just fantastic. It's so hot and wet in there. Oh, man, it's good...."
"Well, hurry up and ball her, man," said Freddy. "We want our turn."
"Yeah, don't just stand there," said Bill. "Ain't you supposed to move?"
"Uh-huh," said Tom dreamily.
He started to move his cock in her, working in long slow deep thrusts, digging the scalding heat and juicy snugness of her box. He knew he wouldn't last long, but he was sure as hell enjoying himself. He snuck a look at Miss Martin to see how she was taking it, and she was blushing beet red, her eyes tightly closed, her jaw clamped shut. Well, if she didn't like it, too bad. He wasn't going to quit now.
"Oh, Jesus, ohhh," he moaned.
Jane had all she could do to keep her mouth shut, to stifle her moans of delight. The kid's slim hard cock felt fantastically good in her famished twat. He fucked her deep and slow, and with each delicious thrust her cunt creamed hugely around his hard little peter. She knew she was going to be horribly ashamed of herself later, but at the moment she was enjoying it immensely.
Tom wished he could ball her all night, it felt so great stroking his dick in and out of that red-hot molten hole, but he felt himself getting too excited. Carried away by his own natural instincts, he began to ball her faster and faster, till he was slamming his slim hard dick furiously in and out of her cunt, his swollen young balls going slap-slap against her ass, his digging cock making a lewd squishing noise in her flooded twat.
"Yeah! Go, Tom, go," Freddy said excitedly.
"Ball her, man," said Bill, "give it to her."
She felt terribly shamed to be the object of that lewd spectacle, but at the same time Tom's hard fast fucking was driving her right over the edge into a body-shaking climax. She tried to stop it, but it seized and shook her, and all she could do was clamp her jaws shut and stifle her moans of joy. Her lush body quivered violently as she came.
Tom didn't know what was making Miss Martin shake like that, but he suddenly felt her molten-hot cunt squeezing his dick fiercely, practically milking it. It brought him off helplessly. He gave a shrill yelp of surprise and pleasure, then shot his load into her nipping box, experiencing the keenest pleasure of his young life. At last his dick went limp and slipped from her flooded hole. He staggered back, gasping and grinning.
"Oh, wow," he said to his buddies, "that was out of sight. You gotta try it."
"I'm gonna," said Freddy, "if you'll just get out of the way."
Tom obligingly moved, and as Freddy let go of Jane, she seized the chance for escape. She bolted from the chair, but she got only a few feet before the boys tackled her. They all went tumbling on the rug, sweaty strong young hands grabbing for her arms and legs. She knew she wasn't going to escape. She'd have to fuck these boys one after the other....
"Hold her," Freddy said. "Yeah, like that. Far out. I'm gonna do it to her like ol' Dean did, from behind."
Jane had landed on her hands and knees. Bill and Tom pinned her in that position, and though she wept and tried to escape, they were too strong for her. Crouching there, she could well imagine what a lewd spectacle she presented, her huge long tits brushing the rug, her large shapely ass raised in the air.
"Oh, God, please, don't," she said.
"Aw, come off it, teacher," said Freddy. "Tom already balled you. What difference will it make if Bill and I fuck you, too?"
He was right, of course. The damage was done. She'd already fucked one of her students, and nothing could change that awful fact. Still she whimpered and wept while Freddy skinned out of his jeans and prepared to mount her. She still couldn't believe she was being gang-raped by her own sixth grade students. How in God's name was she going to face them in class tomorrow?
She looked up at Freddy. His cock was about the same size as Tom's, a slim rock-hard four-incher, but his bush was coppery red and his dick was even freckled. He grinned at her, then disappeared as he moved around behind her. She felt his hot sweaty hands seizing her hips as he steadied himself. She felt the hot hard head of his cock skidding around in the slippery flesh of her gash.
"Hey, where do you put it?" he said.
Tom laughed. "Right in that hole, right in the middle," he said. "That's her cunt."
"Hurry up, man," Bill said in an impatient whine. "I want my turn, too."
Freddy was more than willing to hurry, if he could just find the goddamned hole. It was harder than he'd thought. He zeroed in on a likely target, pushed-and felt his cock sinking to the hilt in a deliciously hot wet snug hole. He moaned loudly.
"Oh, man," he gasped, "I think I found it...."
He'd found it, all right. Jane gasped, too, as she felt the sudden sharp penetration of his hard young dick. Excitement and pleasure rushed over her, and again she had to clamp her jaw shut to keep from moaning. Her capacity for fucking seemed endless. She'd already been balled twice that evening, but she was more than ready for a third fuck. Her red-hot cunt creamed furiously all around Freddy's thrusting cock.
"Oh, wow," Freddy gasped, "WOW ... It's just like you said, Tom-so fuckin' hot an' wet. ... Jeeze, it's good...."
"Will you quit talking and just DO it, man?" said Bill. "I want my turn, you know." To his relief, Freddy obeyed instantly. The red-haired kid began to ball Miss Martin like crazy, his slim ass flying, his hard young cock slamming in and out of her wet little box. It made a lewd slurping and squishing noise.
"Uhhhh," Miss Martin gasped, "UHHHH...."
Freddy was fucking her so hard and fast, she could barely control herself. It was just what she wanted, hard brutal quick jabs, and she clenched her teeth, stifling her cries of joy. Freddy's red-hot little poker quickly had her on the edge of cumming. She felt her body starting to shake, and she prayed she wouldn't betray herself. She didn't want the boys to know how much she was enjoying herself.
"Awww, shit, awww," Freddy babbled, "too much ... Her cunt's gettin' tighter ... AWWWWWVA"
With a shrill howl and a look of surprise, Freddy began to cum. He hadn't expected to shoot that soon, but Miss Martin's molten wet cunt was closing around his dick like a vise, milking the jism right out of him. His eyes rolled crazily, and for a long delicious moment he forgot everything but the joy of shooting his cum into a woman's belly for the first time.
At last Freddy stumbled backwards, his limp wet dick popping from her cunt. He rolled on the rug and moaned and grinned. "Out of sight," he sighed. "Oh, wow, fucking is even better than I thought."
Bill had no patience with his friend's ecstatic description. He wanted to find out for himself. He let go of Jane and started to move into position behind her. With only Tom holding her, she was able to break loose once more. She got to her feet, but that was all. The boys seized her and pulled her down on the rug again, down on her back. Panting red-faced Freddy held her shoulders, and Tom held her legs. Bill quickly unzipped his jeans and tugged them down.
Jane stared at Bill's pretty four-inch cock, a slim rod of creamy white flesh with a bright red head. His pubic bush was sparse and blond. The kid dived for her, scrambling between her legs. Jane moaned and tried to keep her legs shut, but with Tom's help Bill managed to open her thighs wide. For the fourth time that evening she felt a hard cock head poking eagerly in her pussy, seeking her cunt. Bill got lucky and penetrated her almost instantly. She gasped with pleasure as she felt his slim hard rod thrusting clear to her womb.
"Awww, hey, WOW," Bill yelped. "Yeah, yeah, it's GREAT ... "
He discovered just what his friends had discovered, that a woman's creamy hot snug cunt was the perfect receptacle for his horny stiff young cock. He didn't waste any time telling them about it-they already knew. He just snuggled down into position and started balling blissfully away-He was half a head shorter than Jane, so his flushed face rested on her huge cushiony tits. His trim little butt began to fly.
"Oooooo," Jane moaned, "oooooo...."
Taking her fourth cock of the evening, she was astonished to find that her need had increased, not diminished. Bill's hot hard little rod felt so good as it jabbed furiously in her cunt that she couldn't control herself, couldn't stifle her wails and moans of pleasure. She began pumping her hips in time to the boy's furious strokes, taking his cock as deep as possible into her long-starved box.
"AHHH," she wailed.
"Hey, I think she digs it," said Freddy wonderingly.
"Yeah," said Tom, "she sure acts like it. Hey, Bill, she digs your fucking, man ... "
"Uh-huh," Bill replied blissfully.
Miss Martin's lush tall body suddenly arched upward and stiffened. She moaned hoarsely, loudly, and then began to shake violently. It was obvious even to the inexperienced boys that she was cumming. Bill felt the vise-like nipping of her cunt, and he yelped and shot his load into her.
A moment later, dizzy and panting, Jane saw the boys getting dressed. She blushed hotly. There was nothing she could say to them. They'd all fucked her, all made her cum-and they knew it. She felt bitterly ashamed of herself. A forty-year-old woman getting it on with three twelve year olds-you couldn't sink much lower than that.
"So long, teacher," Tom said, grinning broadly. "We'll see you in class tomorrow...."
CHAPTER SEVEN
The next day was hell for Jane. She thought of resigning, moving to another town, rather than face those three boys, but in the end she couldn't give up the only career she knew, teaching. She vowed she wouldn't show any emotion when she saw Tom, Bill and Freddy, but when they walked into the classroom that morning, she felt a slow burning blush covering her whole body. She quickly turned to the blackboard to hide her red face.
The whole day was like that. She hardly remembered what she said to the class. Every time she started to speak, she'd catch sight of one of them-Bill, Tom, or Freddy-grinning knowingly at her. She wondered how she spoke at all. It shamed her to know that those three young boys had seen her most intimate parts, had fucked her into lewd lusty howling....
Finally, after what seemed years, the dismissal bell rang, and Jane gathered up her purse and papers, eager to get home. She was so intent on getting out of there, she didn't even realize that she wasn't alone in the classroom. She'd heard the thundering herd of students make their eager escape, and she'd simply assumed they'd all gone-but when she turned toward the door, her three young lovers were blocking her way. Freddy, Tom and Bill leaned against the door, grinning.
"Hey, stick around awhile, teacher," said Tom. "Let's have some fun."
"Yeah, what's your hurry, teacher?" said Freddy. "We got something in mind we know you'll really like."
"We got awful horny in class today," said Bill. "Just sitting there and watching you, it really turned us on. We gotta get our rocks off right now."
They started moving toward her, closing in on her. It was like a nightmare she couldn't escape from. Too dazed to make a sound, she started backing up, but she knew she wasn't going to get away. It would end with those three grinning kids stripping her, pawing her, fucking her one by one-humiliating her again.
"Aw, come on, Miss Martin," said Tom, "don't look like that. We know you dig fucking. You don't have to put on an act with us."
"Yeah, teacher," said Freddy, "why don't you just take off your clothes? We're wasting time. We want it, and we know you do, too."
Jane hadn't thought it was possible to blush so deeply, but she just kept getting redder and redder as they taunted her and stalked her. She backed up against her desk, trapped, and the three grinning little boys moved in on her, feverishly pawing her lush mature body through her clothes.
"Oh, nooo," she said, "please, don't...."
"Bullshit," said Bill, chuckling, "we know you want it, teacher."
Just then they heard quick footsteps in the hall, and the doorknob started to turn. Bill, Tom and Freddy ducked behind the desk and hid. The door opened, and there was Luke Dean. He shut the door behind him and locked it. He licked his lips and gave Jane a feverishly lusty stare.
"Good afternoon, Miss Martin," he said hoarsely. "I'm glad I caught you before you left. There's something you must do for me. I-I just don't seem to be able to wait."
Jane saw well enough what he meant. His fly was sharply tented. She blushed clear to her toes. Dean had no idea that the three boys were hiding behind the desk, that there were witnesses-and she couldn't tell him. He'd be furious.
"Perhaps later, Mr. Dean," she said nervously, "at my house...."
"Now," he said. "I have to have you now...."
The three boys lay huddled under the desk, poking each other and trying not to giggle. Ol' Dean didn't know they could see him. As they watched, he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his fly and let his pants fall down around his ankles. He had skinny white legs, knobby knees. He pulled down his shorts, and they saw his thin pale prick.
It was very stiff, wagging lewdly before him, the head knobby and purple.
Dean started waddling across the room toward Miss Martin, his pants and shorts around his ankles. The boys could barely contain their laughter. From their position under the desk they couldn't see too well-only Dean's shuffling feet in the tangle of clothes, and Miss Martin's feet in high heels. They could hear fine, though.
"My God, Mr. Dean," Miss Martin said in a shocked voice, "not right here in the classrooml"
"Nothing to worry about," Dean said in his high, shrill voice. "I locked the door. Hurry, please, take down your panties. I need you desperately."
"Mr. Dean, I couldn't," she said, "not HERE. Please-OH!"
The boys saw Miss Martin's sensible white cotton panties come fluttering down around her ankles. The impatient Dean had pulled them down. His feet shuffled forward till he was toe-to-toe with Miss Martin. Her legs parted unwillingly, as if forced apart.
"Mr. Dean," she gasped, "this is outrageous. I-I-OHHH...."
Dean's knees flexed and began to pump. His voice was lusty and hoarse. "There," he said, "there ... Yes, you know you like it ... Ahhh, yes, let me in...."
"Ohhh," Miss Martin moaned, "OHHH, Mr. Dean...."
The boys saw a bright trickle of cunt juice rolling down her legs. Dean's knees pumped busily, and the boys could hear him grunting and panting and whining as he balled their pretty teacher. Miss Martin moaned steadily, softly, as she took the swift short jabs of his cock. More and more sticky fragrant cunt juice trickled down her legs.
"Oooooo," she moaned, "oooooo...."
"Deeper," Dean whined, "let me in deeper ... Ahhh, that's better...."
Maybe a minute passed, during which the boys almost exploded in their struggle not to laugh, and then Miss Martin gave a shrill cry. Dean pumped a few more times, then whinnied like a colt. A thick flood of juice ran down Miss Martin's legs, a thick steamy mixture of cunt cream and Dean's cum. The boys saw Dean's hands as he reached down to pull up his pants. Miss Martin just stood there with her panties still around her ankles, as if dazed.
"That was just for openers, my dear," Dean said. "I'll be around tonight to show you something special."
He left the room, and the boys crawled out from under the desk, snickering and chuckling. Miss Martin was still standing against the edge of the desk, her panties around her ankles, bright cream running down her legs. When she saw the boys, she blushed furiously, but she seemed too stunned to move.
"Hey, Miss Martin," Tom said mockingly, "you really got off on ol' Dean's cock, didn't you? He and his buddies laughed loudly.
Jane hung her head. How low was she going to sink? She hadn't meant to let Dean fuck her, but he'd been so insistent-and she could hardly tell him that she had three boy lovers stashed under her desk. She hadn't meant to enjoy his fucking, either, but somehow she'd lost all control the moment she felt the fierce jabs of his short hard cock. All the while she'd known the boys were listening, but she couldn't control herself. Now she wanted to sink right through the floor with shame.
"I wanta try it the way Dean did," Freddy said gleefully.
He dropped his pants and shuffled toward her, imitating Dean's awkward movements. His friends cracked up, pointing and sniggering. Freddy's young cock was stiff as a board, hugging his belly, ready for action-but unfortunately Freddy himself had some growing to do. Miss Martin was so much taller, he found he couldn't even get his cock into her on tiptoe.
"Shit," he said.
Jane felt humiliated, but she saw no point in resisting. The result would be the same no matter what she did. Might as well ball the kids and get it over with, so she could go home. She needed to get off by herself, think things out. There had to be some way out of this nightmarish situation. Meanwhile the boys clustered around her, giggling and gawking.
"Let's ball her on the desk," said Bill.
"Good idea," said Tom. "Okay, Miss Martin, up on the desk and spread your legs."
Jane obeyed, moving as if in a trance. She couldn't possibly be any more humiliated than she already was. She hoisted herself up on the desk and kicked off her panties. She moved to the center of the desk and lay down on her back. She opened her legs as wide as she could, giving the excited boys a full and lewd view of her pussy. She did it almost defiantly, just wanting to get it over with.
"Oh, man," Freddy said, licking his lips, "oh, wow...."
"Well, don't just stand there staring, man," said Tom. "Fuck her, so we can have our turn."
Freddy wasn't going to be rushed, though He took off his jeans and crawled up on the uesk between Miss Martin's widely parted legs, but he didn't start to fuck her right away. He gawked wonderingly at her red wet pussy. He'd never really had a chance to explore it. He began to run his fingers over her moist hot crotch, touching all the mysterious female parts.
"Ohhh," Jane gasped. She hadn't expected that. His exploring fingers felt exciting and pleasant on her naked pussy. With a twinge of guilt she knew she wanted him to play with her. What the hell, why not enjoy it? They were all going to have her anyhow. It was silly not to get some fun out of it. She relaxed and gave herself up to it, moaning softly as Freddy petted and caressed her sensitive gash.
Freddy had to touch everything. He was wildly curious about how girls were made. He briefly -rimmed her light brown wrinkled asshole with the tip of his finger, but he didn't find it very interesting. It looked just like his own. He moved on to more interesting territory, easing his finger into the thick pulpy folds of her pussylips. It was very hot and steamy down in those folds, and at the very center he located the wet little mouth of her cunt, still soaked with Dean's cum. He used his finger to stroke the hot swollen cunt lips and rim the wet little cunt mouth.
"Oooooo," Jane squealed.
The boys grinned at her. "That feel good to you, teacher?" Tom said.
Jane blushed and didn't answer, but it became increasingly clear to the boys that their pretty teacher liked to be touched between her legs. When Freddy thrust a stiff exploring finger up her cunt, she practically rose off the desk and gave a hoarse cry of pleasure. Freddy grinned and tested his new technique by pumping his finger stiffly and quickly in her hot wet hole. She moaned blissfully, and he felt a hot spurt of cunt cream soaking his finger.
"She really likes this," he said to his friends.
Jane felt so ashamed, but she just couldn't stifle her hot excitement as the boy continued his naughty finger-play with her ever greedy pussy. It felt so nice. She drifted off into a daze of enjoyment, letting her legs hang wide open. Freddy worked his finger stiffly in her cunt, giving her sharp little jolts of pleasure. When he tired of that game, he slipped his finger out and moved on to new unexplored territory.
Freddy parted the black furry lips of her mons and exposed the bright red lump of her clit. Bill and Tom leaned close for a better view of the funny little organ, wondering what it was for. Freddy placed his fingertip on the small fleshy button and found it slick and hot and throbbing with inner life. He rubbed it, and Miss Martin had a violent and instant reaction. She lurched, moaned, and sighed, and her cunt spewed out a big load of cream.
"Hey, did you dig that?" Freddy said wonderingly to his friends. "When I rub her here, she gets all wet."
"Yeah, and she really likes it, too," said Tom. "Did you hear her?"
Jane wondered how she could behave like this, lying with her legs willingly parted, letting three little boys stare at her pussy, moaning lustily as one of them frigged her. She knew only that she couldn't resist the pleasure of it, that she'd been too starved for sex all these years. Every time Freddy rubbed her sensitive little clit, she cried out helplessly and creamed furiously.
"Hey, Miss Martin," said Freddy, "what is this thing anyhow?" He rubbed her clit again to show her what he meant.
Jane blushed and said shakily, "It's my clit."
"What's it for?" said Bill.
"N-nothing," said Jane, "except to give pleasure."
The boys exchanged interested glances, and Freddy went back to playing with her clit. She howled with delight as he briskly rubbed his finger back and forth over the slick hot little lump, and thick cream poured from her cunt. Finally Freddy tired of his game and got down to business. He scooted up between her legs and poked the hard red head of his cock into the juicy hot mouth of her twat.
"Oooooo," Jane moaned, "OOOOOO...."
She could hardly wait to feel that still little dick inside her. The kid had gotten her so aroused playing with her pussy, she felt she'd die if she didn't get it. As Freddy penetrated her, she couldn't suppress a long low sigh of gratification. The boy began to move his slim, hard cock very fast in her, and Jane moaned happily. With all that fierce eager poking, it wouldn't take her long to cum.
"Ummm," she murmured, "UMMMH!"
Freddy felt Miss Martin's deliciously snug cunt growing hot and molten around his jerking dick. She seemed more relaxed than last night, less reluctant to show that she enjoyed his fucking. He was glad she wasn't resisting any more. It was no fun when she cried and struggled. He liked her as she was now, a faint smile on her flushed face, her eyes fluttering, her voice husky with pleasure.
Bill and Tom noticed the change in their teacher, too. It was like she'd decided to stop fighting and start enjoying herself. As Freddy fucked her faster and faster, she arched her body up to meet his thrusts, and she panted and moaned. When the powerful climax hit her, she didn't try to stifle her cries of joy. Her lush body rocked with orgasm, her huge tits wobbling.
"Ohhh, yesss...." she cried, "OHHHHHH!!!"
She arched her body up even farther, and Freddy almost fell off. Clinging grimly to her hips, he managed to stay in the saddle until her violent spasms died down. Then he howled blissfully and started shooting his creamy load into her. Miss Martin kept her legs wide open for him as he came.
"Awww," Freddy howled, "awww, Jesus, AWWW...."
Only when Freddy finally rolled off her, his small cock limp and dripping, did she start to look embarrassed. Jane saw the grinning circle of boys, their hot eyes on her big jiggling boobs and the lush black expanse of her bush-and she blushed hotly. She'd been so carried away with pleasure, she'd forgotten she had an audience. She'd forgotten that her partner was only twelve years old.
Well, it was too late now to change her behavior, and she had to admit to herself that she was looking forward to taking on the next boy. The fact that she was getting four cocks in one day, and loving it, no longer shocked her. She realized she had long lonely sexless years to make up for. No wonder her body was starved....
Bill, the kid with the thick blond hair that hung in his eyes, stared hungrily at her exposed wet gash while he lowered his jeans. Jane stared just as hungrily at his superb blond cock, four stiff inches of pure pale meat. All those years when she hadn't had a man, she'd had wicked fantasties of fucking one guy after another-and now they were coming true.
Bill leaped onto the desk, stiff little peter wagging, and scrambled between Miss Martin's hot silky thighs. Panting with eagerness, he poked the hard red head of his dick into her wet hair-fringed hole. It was like molten lava in there, so deliciously hot and wet that he squealed with pleasure as he penetrated her. Miss Martin moaned and arched her pussy up to meet his thrust.
"Oh, God, yes," she said in a husky voice, ... yesss...."
Jane didn't know just what had come over her, but she couldn't hide her pleasure any longer. Maybe she'd resigned herself to her fate. In any case, when Bill's hard slim cock pushed quickly into her, she moaned aloud and urged him on. She slammed her pussy up to take his cock, letting him push all the way to her womb. She creamed furiously around his jerking dick.
Bill sighed blissfully as he snuggled up to Miss Martin's mature curvy body. Like Freddy, he was half a head shorter than her, and his flushed grinning face rested on her big swollen tits. He began to dig his cock in her steamy little hole, fucking her fast and hard, unable to contain his excitement.
Jane gurgled ecstatically as Bill's stiff little dick poked hard and fast in her long-starved cunt. She wished it could go on forever. Tomorrow was soon enough to worry and feel guilty about his bizarre affair with her own sixth grade students. Right now she intended to enjoy herself to the hilt.
"Ummm," she moaned, "AHHH ... DEEPER ... HARDER!!!"
BUI gladly obeyed, and in another moment his beautiful teacher gave a shrill shriek and began to cum. Her cunt creamed furiously around his jerking cock, then tightened exquisitely, squeezing the jism right out of him. Bill whined and shot his load. For a long wonderful moment he and Miss Martin writhed and howled together. At last his cock went limp, and he sighed and crawled off her.
Tom was ready to take his place instantly. Jane got just a brief glimpse of the brown-haired boy's stiff pale peter before he was scrambling between her legs. She felt the hard hot little cock head ramming into her cream-soaked box, pushing eagerly into her cunt. Although she'd already cum three times in an hour, she squealed with pleasure and welcomed his cock as much as the others. Her need seemed to be insatiable-but no wonder, after all those years without sex.
"Yes, darling, yes," she babbled, "put it in meee...."
Tom certainly didn't have to be urged. He blissfully dug his erect prick deep into her gushing hot twat and began to ball her for all he was worth. His hard-driving prick made lewd squishing noises in her soaked hole. Miss Martin wailed with pleasure and held her long shapely legs wide open for him as he balled her. She didn't try to hide the fact that she loved his fucking.
None of the kids thought the less of her for this. Tom, Bill, and Freddy adored their tall beautiful teacher and were glad to be able to bring her pleasure. Jane didn't know that, though, and when she came for the fourth time, cumming right along with Tom, she blushed deeply with shame. What must these kids think of her?
"Boys," she said nervously, climbing off the desk, "I must get home. It's late."
"Can we see you later, Miss Martin?" Tom said eagerly.
She didn't answer. Blushing and stumbling, she was already out the door.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Jane downed two quick martinis when she got home, but they didn't help ease her feelings of guilt and shame. Every day she thought she couldn't sink any lower, but then she did. Today had been a most disgusting example of lewd behavior on her part. She'd left no doubt in the boys' minds that she loved to fuck and could even get off with a pack of twelve year olds.
"Oh, God," she said, "what am I going to do?"
She knew she couldn't go on like this, alternately balling the principal and her students. Her guilt would be too great, and sooner or later somebody was going to talk. Her career would be ruined when the town found out she was little better than a sex maniac. Somehow she had to get free of these entanglements with Dean and the boys-but did she even want to?
That question made her blush, but she didn't get a chance to consider it. The doorbell rang. It was Luke Dean, who looked her over appreciatively, licking his thin lips. Jane was dressed in a black pantsuit that hugged her tall lush figure. Dean started toward her, and she backed away, holding up her hand to stop him.
"Not tonight, please, Mr. Dean," she said. "I'm awfully tired."
Dean scowled, and her heart sank. She couldn't very well tell him that she was exhausted from balling little boys in her classroom. She tried to close the door in his face, but Dean pushed it open, showing remarkable strength. She staggered backwards, and he strode into the living room, slamming the door shut behind him.
"I told you once before," he said angrily. "You must never say no to me." His little icy blue eyes glinted behind his rimless glasses.
Jane knew that look. It was the same expression as when he'd discovered a student doing something wrong and was getting ready to use his paddle. There was no arguing with him then-it only made him angrier and more vicious. All she could do was soothe him and hope he wouldn't hurt her.
"Very well, Mr. Dean," she said, "whatever you want."
He gave her a tight little smile. "I knew you'd see it my way," he said. "Believe me, Miss Martin, all you have to do is obey my wishes, and I'll see that you always have a secure job at our school."
"That would be nice," said Jane, but she wondered if it really would. Would the security be worth the price she'd have to pay-being Luke Dean's sexual plaything till the day he died? She really didn't think she could stand that. The skinny balding pale little man gave her the creeps.
"Enough talk," said Dean. "I told you I was coming over this evening to show you something special. Let's go to your bedroom."
Jane shuddered but obeyed. With Luke Dean it was better just to cooperate and get it over with. She thought grimly that he certainly couldn't hurt her much with that pitiful little cock of his. She had that much to be thankful for.
Jane led the way to her bedroom, and Dean closed the door behind them. He began to unknot his tie, grinning wickedly at her. Jane sighed and started to undress, knowing it would do no good to delay. Whatever the "special" thing was he had in mind, she might as well get it over with. She was stripped down to her bra and panties when Dean spoke again.
"Come here," he said, his voice squeaky with horny excitement. "I want you to finish undressing me, my dear. Get down on your knees. Yes, that's good. Now take off my pants...."
Jane knelt before him and reached for his belt.
Dean had taken off his shirt, revealing his skinny hairless wormy-pale chest. It wasn't much of a turn-on, and she knew that in removing his pants she wasn't going to see anything exciting, either. While Dean leered at her and licked his lips, she lowered his trousers and helped him step out of them.
"Very good," he said excitedly. "Now my shorts."
His legs were skinny, deathly pale, and almost hairless. Jane certainly wasn't distracted by them. She tugged down his jockey shorts and saw his pitiful little cock-a mere nub of flesh, limp and soft and doughy. It was practically lost in its nest of gray and brown pubic hairs. She helped Dean step out of his shorts.
"Excellent, my dear," he said. "Now just stay right where you are, on your knees. I'm going to show you that very special thing...."
Meanwhile a couple of blocks away, Tom, Bill, and Freddy were hurrying down the alley toward Miss Martin's house. They hoped to get there before Luke Dean. He wouldn't dare try to get it on with her in front of kids, and they could pretend they were there for extra tutoring. Old Dean would just have to go away-leaving Jane to the ever-horny boys.
When they finally reached Jane's house, they were bitterly disappointed to find Dean's car already parked in front. "Shit,' said Tom, "he got here first. That blows it for tonight, I guess."
"We could wait till he leaves," said Bill.
"Let's at least peek in the window and see what they're doing," said Freddy. "That's better than nothing."
They all agreed to have a look. The living room was empty, and they crept around the side of the house till they could see into the bedroom. There were Dean and Miss Martin. She was kneeling before the leering principal, wearing only her bra and panties, and she was taking down Dean's pants.
"I bet that isn't much of a turn-on for her," said Freddy.
"Yeah," said Bill, "she only does it 'cause he's got some kind of hold on her. Wish we know what it was. Maybe we could help her."
"Hey, keep it quiet, you guys," Tom said nervously. "The window's open some. We don't want them to hear us."
The boys quieted down and watched intently through the bedroom window while their pretty teacher helped the principal out of his pants and then his shorts. They saw his ugly soft little cock and knew that soon it would be stiff and working inside Miss Martin's wonderfully hot slick cunt. They sighed with envy and felt their own cocks go hard and aching in their jeans.
Nothing they could do about it, though. They'd just have to be patient and wait till Dean left.
Meanwhile, it might be fun to see exactly what the adults did in bed....
Though he didn't know it, Luke Dean's voice was clearly audible to the spying boys outside the window. He leered down at Miss Martin, ogling her swelling tits which seemed ready to burst from her bra. This gorgeous creature was all his to play with, to do whatever he wanted with, thanks to the guilty secret he knew about her.
"Now," he said triumphantly, "I'm going to show you that very special thing...."
Jane wondered what kinky thing he had in mind tonight. She wasn't at all excited about it, just wanted to be done with it. Dean leaned forward a little and brushed his soft wormy-white cock against her lips. She recoiled in disgust. He seized her shoulders painfully hard and forced her to stay still, his limp little dick rubbing her mouth.
"Surely you've heard of oral sex, my dear?" he said. "Or to put it in more vulgar terms, cock-sucking and pussy-eating?"
Jane moaned in disgust and horror. Straight fucking was bad enough with this man, but she certainly wasn't going to engage in any oral play with him. The very idea revolted her. She whined and jerked away from him, but he pulled her back, forcing her to move her lips back and forth over his doughy little dick. She felt like gagging.
"So you don't like the idea?" he said, chuckling wickedly. "Well, I think I know how to change your mind. First I'll go down on you, get you interested. Then I'll allow you to suck my cock. By the time we get around to that, you'll be begging for it, believe me."
Jane couldn't stifle a bitter laugh. "Not likely," she said. "I never heard of anything so filthy and disgusting."
To her surprise, Dean didn't get angry. He had a strange glint in his little piggy eyes. "Get up," he said. "Come over to the bed."
Jane obeyed-anything to get her mouth away from his ugly little cock. As they stood beside the bed, Dean unhooked her bra and drew it off. Her pale melon-size tits wobbled from their confinement, swinging free till Dean grabbed them and squeezed them lustily, flicking her big brown cone-shaped nipples with his wet tongue tip. Jane shuddered.
"Don't be so coy, my dear," he said, laughing. "You know you love it once we get started."
She wanted so much to tell him the truth, that she did love to fuck, but not with HIM. It wouldn't do any good to get him angry, though. She clenched her jaw and stood icy and still as Dean seized her panties and drew them down to her ankles. She obediently stepped out of them, and Dean sank to his knees before her, burying his face eagerly in her thick silky black muff.
"Ummm," he said in a muffled voice, "you smell nice. I'm going to enjoy eating your pussy, Miss Martin."
Jane shuddered at the thought. Still she was going to have to endure it, if that's what he really wanted. He knew too much about her, damaging knowledge that could disgrace her and end her career. Stiff and cold, she allowed him to ease her down on the bed. She lay on her back in the center of the bed, and skinny Dean scrambled up beside her.
"Open your legs," he said, panting, "open them wide...."
Jane listlessly obeyed, spreading her long legs as wide as she could, then bending her knees and drawing them back. She exposed her moist red pussy completely, lewdly, almost as if to taunt him. Dean didn't see the irony in it. His eyes widened, and he licked his lips. He crawled between her legs, little limp prick jiggling, and gawked hungrily at her lush red gash with its fringe of black curls.
"Lovely," he said. "Yes, I'm going to enjoy eating your pussy...."
Jane felt her skin crawl as he stared and stared at her naked crotch, his hot moist breath fanning the sensitive flesh. She didn't know just what pussy-eating involved, but she was sure it would be horrible with Luke Dean. She felt so exposed and humiliated with that little creep gawking and panting all over her pussy.
"Now just relax, my dear," he said. "I know you'll love this...." Like hell, thought Jane.
She didn't relax. She lay stiff as a board, cold and disgusted, as Luke Dean slowly lowered his ugly rabbit-like face into her crotch. His sparse hair tickled her inner thighs, and then she felt his face pressing against her lush black bush. He snuffled around in it, breathing in her fragrance, and then he used his fingers to pry open the furry black lips of her mons. She felt his hot breath on her clit.
Suddenly intense pleasure streaked through her unprepared body, and she lurched up and sank back again, gasping with surprise. What the hell was he doing to her that felt so incredibly good? She glanced down and saw Dean's skinny red tongue, spitty and glistening, lapping back and forth on her little pink button of a clit. He licked the tiny lump hungrily, briskly. Damn him-of course THAT was going to feel good.
"Nooo," she moaned, "please stop ... Filthy ... Not right...."
Dean paid no attention. He licked faster and faster on her horny tender bud, till it was all she could do to lie still and keep quiet. It felt so damned good ... He suddenly pressed his lips to her wet little joy button and sucked it into his mouth. He began to suck on it fast and hard, and Jane almost fainted with pleasure.
"Ahhhhhh," she moaned.
Damn him, damn him, she'd never felt anything so delicious in her life as Dean's wet little tongue and greedy thin lips licking and sucking her sensitive joy button. Helplessly she began to cream in his face, her aroused cunt pouring out floods of steamy fragrant juice. She clawed the bed and clenched her teeth in an effort not to scream with pleasure.
Dean sucked her hot throbbing clit till she was panting on the very edge of orgasm, then moved on lower into her crotch. Whining, she felt his wicked tongue snaking into the steamy folds of her cuntlips, rimming the wet gushing mouth of her box. Then his tongue was creeping right into her cunt, slowly probing and penetrating, till violent pleasure burst over her and she could no longer control herself.
"Ahhh, God," she wailed, "so good ... AHHH...."
She heard Dean chuckle as he worked his slippery hot tongue ever deeper into her scalding wet box. She couldn't help it-she loved it. The wicked pleasure of having a man's wiggling tongue deep in her cunt was just too great. Ashamed of herself but unable to stop, she moaned and whined her enjoyment.
Again he kept at it till she was gasping and nearly cumming, then suddenly withdrew his tongue from her molten box. She felt him licking still lower in her steamy crotch, right down to the clenched little mouth of her asshole. To her shock, he pressed the tip of his tongue against her small brownie and started to push inside.
"Oh, NO," she yelped, "not THERE!!! My God, Mr. Dean, that's not natural, not right ... Please, stop...."
He paid no attention to her frantic protests. He gripped her round writhing butt so she couldn't move away, and he pressed his tongue hard against the clenched tight mouth of her bumhole. She felt his slick tongue easing into her, and a blinding bolt of pleasure overcame her. My God, it seemed wicked and impossible, but it felt delicious to have his tongue in her ass.
"Oooo," she wailed, "oooooo...."
Dean chuckled and worked his tongue deep into her fiery rectum. She didn't resist any more. She wailed her intense pleasure and let him work his tongue in her asshole as deep as he pleased....
"What's he doing to her?" Freddy said. "She's sure as hell getting off on it."
The three boys watched raptly, noses pressed against the window, as Dean crawled between Miss Martin's legs and stuck his face right in her crotch. At first she looked disgusted, but when his head started bobbing up and down, her expression changed to ecstasy. Soon the pretty teacher was howling her pleasure, her face screwed up into a grimace of sensual bliss.
"He's licking her," said Tom, staring intently at the scene on the bed. "He's licking and sucking her pussy. Man, she really likes it."
"She sure does," said Bill. "Next time we're with her, we oughta try that stuff."
"Good idea," said Tom. "Now let's watch carefully and see exactly what he does to her. We could learn a lot from this."
"Like how to turn girls on," said Freddy, chuckling evilly.
The three boys watched breathlessly, observing every weird and kinky thing Dean did between Miss Martin's legs. They saw him lick and suck her clit, stick his tongue deep in her cunt, and finally snake his slick red tongue right up her asshole. Miss Martin seemed to like that best of all. She practically went out of her mind with pleasure, howling and bucking as Dean tongued deep in her ass.
Yes, they were learning a lot tonight....
Just as Jane was ready to cum, Dean jerked his tongue out of her fiery tight bumhole and raised his head from her crotch. She whined with disappointment, and he leered at her, licking some of her cream from his wet face.
"Do you want to cum?" he said.
"Oh, God, yes," Jane whined. "Yes, please...." She couldn't help it, damnit. He'd gotten her so aroused, she was doing just as he said, begging for it.
"Then suck my cock," said Dean.
He leaped up to straddle her, skinny butt poised over her big swollen tits, doughy limp prick brushing her lips. Jane moaned. She didn't want to suck his ugly little cock, but she knew she'd do anything, stand on her head or jump through hoops, to get some relief from her overpowering lust.
"It's the only way," Dean said. "Suck my cock, and then I'll bring you off with my tongue. Otherwise, you'll just have to do without...."
Hating herself but unable to do without relief, she opened her mouth. Dean leered triumphantly and stuffed his limp warm prick inside. She almost gagged when she felt the fat little sausage on her tongue, but she started sucking on it. Dean grinned broadly.
"That's good, Miss Martin," he panted, "excellent. Now be a good girl and suck my cock till I cum. Blow me, Miss Martin ... "
Jane sucked his soft little peter fast and hard, wanting to get it over with, and soon Dean moaned and started to get an erection. She found she didn't really mind it so much-in fact if it had been anyone but Dean, she would have been hotly excited. It was fun sucking loudly and wetly on his stiff silky prick, and she even enjoyed the salty taste of his dribbling cock juice.
"Yes, yes," Dean whined, "suck my dick ... Ahhhhh, that's good...."
His ugly pale face was contorted in a leer of pleasure, his glasses falling crooked on his nose. As Jane watched, his eyes rolled aimlessly, his tongue snuck out to lick his lips, and he whined shrilly. Suddenly he gave a long high howl and she felt his rigid little dick give a violent lurch. Then he was shooting his cum down her throat. She had to swallow fast to keep from choking on the steamy blasts of jism.
"Ahhh, delicious," Dean sighed as his wet limp cock slipped from her lips. "I could tell you'd never eaten cock before, my dear, but you show a definite talent for it. You'll be an expert in no time at all. But now your reward."
He slid down her body again, nestling between her legs, and pushed his face into her crotch. Jane squealed with delight as she felt his slick hot tongue snaking into her cunt. He tongue-fucked her fast and deep and hard, and it didn't take her long to cum, her convulsing cunt nipping and squeezing his deep-probing tongue. She despised the man, but she loved what he was doing to her....
Outside the window, Tom, Bill and Freddy watched breathlessly. After Mr. Dean used his tongue in her cunt and made her cum, Miss Martin lay on the bed panting and blissfully smiling. Dean got up, looking smug, and put on his clothes.
"Oh, wow," Freddy sighed, "I sure could dig it if she sucked our cocks like she did Dean's."
"Yeah, that'd be so far out," said Bill wistfully. "You suppose we could get her to do it?"
"We just might," said Tom with a wicked grin. "You saw how Dean did it-licking and sucking her pussy till she got hot for him. We could do the same thing."
"Well, now's our chance," said Freddy. "Dean's leaving...."
CHAPTER NINE
The boys waited till Dean drove off, then hurried to ring Miss Martin's doorbell. She took her time about answering it. When she finally appeared, she was wearing a carelessly tied bathrobe and looking kind of glassy-eyed like she was off in another world. When she saw the boys, though, she blinked and frowned.
"Hi, Miss Martin," Tom said brightly. "We were watching what you and Mr. Dean were doing, and we'd sure like to try it."
Jane staggered backwards, as if she couldn't believe what was happening. "You-you watched?" she said in horror. "Oh, my God ... "
Nothing to get upset about," said Freddy cheerfully. "It sure looked like fun. We'd like to try eating your pussy, Miss Martin."
"Yeah, teacher, come on," Bill said eagerly, "let us try it. You sure liked it when Mr. Dean licked your pussy. Don't you want some more?"
Jane moaned, unable to chase away the feeling that this was some kind of bad dream. God, was the day never going to end? In the afternoon she'd balled Dean and the boys, one after the other, and then in the evening it had started all over again, with Dean introducing her to oral sex. Now the boys wanted to get in on that, too. It boggled her mind.
"Boys," she said weakly, "not tonight, please. I'm exhausted."
The boys exchanged glances, then rushed her, dragging her back into the living room. She should have known it would do no good to protest. Nothing could stop this gang of horny adolescents. As usual they all had fierce erections, fat little bulges in the crotches of their jeans. Jane moaned and tried to escape their pawing hands.
"Boys, please," she said, "couldn't we do this tomorrow? I've had a very long day. I promise you, tomorrow after class-"
"Uh-unh," said Tom. "We want it now, Miss Martin. Come on, be fair. You got it on with ol' Dean, didn't you-so why not us?"
She wanted to tell them she wasn't a machine, that she had other things to do besides balling-like getting some sleep. It wouldn't have done any good, though. Her three young lovers weren't even listening. They were dragging her down onto the carpet, roughly pulling open her robe.
When the boys saw that their teacher wasn't wearing anything under her robe, they got even more excited. Quickly they got the sobbing, protesting woman out of her robe, ogling her gorgeous naked body. They took turns holding her down while they got undressed. Tonight they felt the urge to run around naked.
Jane watched dizzily as the three naked boys pranced around her, stiff young pricks wagging. She felt a sudden pooling of saliva in her mouth and realized that she was thinking of the new skill Dean had taught her, cock-sucking. It would be great fun to suck those three adorable boy-cocks ... That was a wicked thought, however, and she vowed that tonight she'd control her shameful lust. She just couldn't let herself go with these boys again. It was too depraved....
The boys held a whispered conference, and then turned toward her, grinning. Jane steeled herself for another rough-and-tumble session of sex. She was exhausted from all the fucking she'd done that day, but she'd have no choice but to told out one more time. At least it was an improvement on the bad old days, when she never got laid at all-or was it? How long could she go on servicing all these horny males?
"Come over and sit in this chair, Miss Martin," said Tom.
Listlessly she obeyed, sitting in a large overstuffed chair. The giggling boys pranced around her, seizing her long legs and putting them up over the arms of the chair, lewdly exposing her pussy. A day ago she would have been terribly embarrassed by it all, but now she felt dull and uncaring. It didn't matter what they saw, what they did to her. She'd already sunk as low as she could get....
The boys stood back to admire their work. Lush, ripe and naked, their adored teacher saw in the chair with her legs hugely spread, and they could see every detail of her black-fringed pussy, from the little light brown wrinkle of her asshole to the slightly spread lips of her black furry muff. It was all theirs to play with....
It was Bill's turn to go first tonight. Grinning, flushed with excitement, he walked over and knelt before Miss Martin's chair, eying her ripe red pussy. He felt thrilled to be the first one to go down on her, and he hoped he'd make her like it as much as Dean had. She didn't seem too eager. Her face was blank and weary, and she wasn't even blushing for a change-but then she hadn't been too excited when Dean first started eating her pussy, either.
Bill recalled all the things the principal had done to arouse her, and then he took a deep breath and plunged his face into the soft warm fur of her wide black bush. Miss Martin gasped, then sat still. Bill rubbed his face around in the crisp tickling curls, breathing in her heady fragrance of soap and powder and cunt juice. With trembling hands he gently parted the swollen black-furred lips of her mons and exposed the small red lump of her clit. That was where Dean had started licking her, and she'd really enjoyed it. He prayed he could do as well.
Tom and Freddy sat down on the arms of the chair and played idly with Miss Martin's big hot swollen tits as they watched Bill go down on her. Almost at once her large beige nipples stiffened against their hands, but she showed no excitement. Bill had opened the ripe furry lips of her muff and uncovered the strange little red button she called her clit. As his friends watched eagerly, he stuck out his tongue and tickled the small fleshy bud.
"Eeeeee," Miss Martin squealed.
Suddenly she was transformed. Her listlessness, her cold stillness, were gone, and she threw her head back in the chair and howled with pleasure. Her big jugs swelled up tight and hot and throbbing under Tom and Freddy's pawing hands. Her teeth glinted in a horny grin. Bill licked briskly and hungrily on her little red clit, and she moaned with joy.
"Ahhhhh, yes, darling," she said, "lick my clit ... It feels sooo nice...."
The three boys exchanged triumphant glances. They'd found the key to getting their teacher hot. All they had to do was keep her that way, and they were in for a long evening of fun. Bill remembered the next thing Dean had done to her. He pressed his lips against the wet hot lump of her clit and sucked the tasty little button into his mouth.
"Ahhhhh," she wailed, "yes, yes, SUCK MEEE...."
Bill felt scalding pussy juice soaking his chin as he sucked loudly on the hot throbbing nub of her clit. No question about it, Miss Martin really enjoyed having her pussy eaten. He sucked even faster on her aroused squirting clit, and she wailed hoarsely and rubbed her soaked slit against his face.
"Oooooo," she moaned, "oooo, sooo nice...."
Bill felt very proud of himself. Never had their beautiful teacher been so turned on, not even with that expert pussy-eater, Luke Dean. Bill was having a pretty good time, too. He liked the taste of her fragrant juice, got off on licking and sucking the bright red swollen flesh between her legs. He could have gone on happily for hours.
His friends were getting impatient, though. "Hey, Bill, let us have a turn," said Freddy. "You're hogging her."
"Yeah, man," said Tom, "we wanta try it, too."
Bill was reluctant to give up his place, but he knew it was only fair. All the boys wanted to try out the strange but effective techniques they'd seen Dean using on Miss Martin. It would be very handy to be able to arouse a girl so powerfully and so fast. Bill had already proved he could do it, so he surrendered his place between Miss Martin's lovely long legs.
Jane's eyes fluttered open as the blond kid moved away from her. She felt dizzy and almost "achingly horny. She certainly hoped that wasn't the end of the fun-but knowing these boys, it probably wasn't. Bill had sucked her clit so deliciously, she hated to see him quit, but Freddy, the redhead, took his place almost at once. Jane settled back with a smile. To hell with guilt-she'd have plenty of time for that later.
Freddy knelt between Miss Martin's satiny thighs and eyed the lush wet red flesh of her gash. Since Bill had already tried out some of the things Mr. Dean had done to her, Freddy decided to take over from there. He recalled that after Dean had licked her clit, he'd moved on to her cunt. Freddy zeroed in on the wet little hole, hoping to arouse his pretty teacher just as hotly as Bill had done.
The small wet pit of her cunt mouth was scalding hot and steamy. Freddy stuck out his slick red tongue and began to rim the moist little hole, tickling and lapping swiftly. Miss Martin made a husky cooing noise, and he felt a sudden flood of hot tasty cream all over his face. He grinned to himself. She liked what he was doing. He intended to be just as successful as Bill....
Jane liked it, all right. She'd never felt anything so exquisitely good as having her pussy slowly licked, sucked and aroused by these eager young boys. Luke Dean knew all the techniques better, perhaps, but somehow he didn't excite her nearly as much as these horny eager little kids. They didn't have to hold her down this time. She kept her legs open wide, thrown over the chair arms, and moaned with joy as Freddy's slick hot little tongue -rimmed and cleaned the mouth of her cunt.
"Uraram, yes, dear," she murmured, "that feels wonderful...."
Freddy imitated everything he'd seen Mr. Dean do. He snaked his tongue into the hot plump recesses of her cunt lips, making her groan with excitement. He -rimmed the gushing mouth of her cunt, and Jane panted and squealed. Finally he thrust his tongue right into her cunt, digging deeply, hotly excited by her tightness and fiery heat.
"OOOOOO," Jane moaned, "Oh, God, yes, LICK MY CUNT...."
Tom and Bill could see their friend sticking his wet red tongue right into Miss Martin's box, thrusting clear to the root. Miss Martin obviously loved it. She arched her body and wailed hoarsely as she took Freddy's tongue deep in her seething twat. Her eyes rolled wildly, and her big tits seemed to swell up tight and bursting. Her cream gushed out to soak Freddy's freckled face.
Freddy started using his tongue like a cock in her cream-filled hole, thrusting rapidly in and out. It made a loud lewd sucking and squishing noise, but nobody laughed. Miss Martin was wailing hoarsely and steadily with pleasure, and Tom and Bill were watching intently, memorizing Freddy's technique. He certainly was blowing her mind with that noisy swift tongue-fucking.
"Ahhhhh," Jane moaned, "AHHHHH ... Yes, YES ... DEEPER ... Oh, my God, that's good...."
Freddy blissfully worked his tongue in and out of her slick hot twat, content to go on for some time. He liked the taste of her cream, and he loved getting his pretty teacher hot and horny. Soon Tom was demanding his turn, though, and Freddy reluctantly withdrew his tongue from Miss Martin's squeezing hot cunt. He moved out of the way, and Tom scurried to take his place.
Jane whimpered with frustration when the boy took his tongue out of her cunt. She'd loved it, and she was so close to cumming. Another boy quickly took his place, however, and she settled back th a blissful sigh, anticipating more delicious and wicked tongue play between her legs. Tom didn't disappoint her. He started licking swiftly and greedily from her clit to her asshole.
"UMMMMM," Jane moaned.
Tom was determined to learn everything there was about eating pussy, so he could drive girls wild when he got a little older. He repeated everything he'd seen Dean do, starting with Miss Martin's plump red clit. He licked and sucked it and discovered how sensitive the little button was. Miss Martin wailed with ecstasy at his slightest touch.
He moved downward to tickle and lash her fat red pussylips and the brimming mouth of her cunt. She loved that, too.
There was just one place he hadn't tried, one place none of the boys had explored yet. He recalled Dean licking her asshole. Well, he was here to learn, and anything that old fart could do, he was going to do better. He licked swiftly downward till he was rimming the tight wrinkled mouth of her brownie. Miss Martin began to pant loudly.
"Oooooo, so nice," she whined, "but you don't have to ... Not there ... Not natural...." She tried to go on, but her hot excitement turned her words into meaningless babble. It was wicked of the kid to lick her THERE, but it was hotly exciting, too, and it felt so damned good.
Tom paid no attention to her protests. He was intent on exploring her light-brown bumhole. He pressed his tongue tip stiffly against the little clenched mouth and pushed hard. Miss Martin gave one last squeal of protest, and then he felt hte tiny hot mouth relaxing, admitting his tongue. He pushed his tongue slowly into the exquisitely tight slick hot passage of her asshole.
"EEEEEE," she shrieked.
It was the most exquisite and dizzying pleasure she'd ever felt. As Tom's slim wet tongue dug deep into her tight asshole, she almost fainted with joy. No way could she hide the deep pleasure she felt.
She clawed the chair arms, creamed furiously on the boy's flushed face, and hoarsely wailed her excitement. Bill and Freddy exchanged looks-they'd never seen Miss Martin so aroused.
"What's he doing to her, anyhow?" said Bill. "She's sure getting off on it."
Freddy leaned closer to take a look. "Got his tongue up her ass," he said. "Jesus, yeah, she really likes it."
Jane thought dryly how such remarks would have embarrassed her to tears just a few days ago. Now she didn't give a damn, didn't care what the boys saw or said, so long as she got her pleasure. Her need for it was so great, it drowned out her conscience, and she shamelessly wailed her joy as Tom worked his slick wet tongue in and out of her tight little asshole.
Like the other boys, Tom could cheerfully have gone on eating her pussy for hours-'but he was hogging her, and his friends were getting impatient. They hopped up and down beside the chair, and Jane ogled their stiffly wagging little peters. She felt saliva rushing to her mouth, and again she knew that she wanted desperately to taste, lick and suck those adorable little dicks.
"Hey, Tom, come on," said Bill, "let us have a turn."
"Yeah, no fair," said Freddy. "You can't keep her all to yourself."
Sighing, Tom withdrew his tongue from her fiery tight asshole with a loud juicy pop. He stood up, dizzy and horny, beside his friends. Jane now had three beautiful erect young cocks to gawk at. More saliva rushed to her mouth. Wicked as it seemed, she knew what she wanted to do with those swollen little dicks. Dean had taught her to suck cock, and she was ready for long sessions of practice....
"Well," said Tom, "we learned how to eat pussy. It sure worked great, didn't it?"
"Yeah," said Freddy. "Must be the first time ol' Dean ever taught anything useful." His remark was outrageous, but so funny that even Jane had to laugh. She wished Dean could have heard it-the little creep would shit himself.
"Well, let's try that other thing," said Bill, "you know, when she sucked his cock. That'd be far out."
The other boys agreed, obviously, for they looked longingly at Jane, hoping for her cooperation. Little did they know that their teacher was way ahead of them. Jane had been praying for an excuse to touch and taste those fiercely erect, four-inch cocks. She tried to disguise her eagerness, but it wasn't easy.
"Let me get down on the rug, boys," she said. "That might work better."
She got up and went to the center of the room, lying down on her back. The boys pranced eagerly after her, pale little dicks wagging. Jane felt too shy to say what she wanted, but she held out her arms to Bill, and the eager kid hurried to straddle her, his small firm butt resting lightly on her big cushiony tits. His hard little pecker was right there, hugging his belly, within an inch of her mouth.
"Oh, WOW, Miss Martin," Bill said breathlessly, "will you suck my cock like you did Dean's? Please, please....?"
Jane said nothing. She just seized his hard throbbing silky cock and gently bent it down to her lips. She sucked it inside, take the whole thing in one greedy gulp. His taut hairless balls came to rest against her chin. She started sucking hard and fast on his tasty little prick. Already she could tell she was going to love sucking boy-cock. She couldn't contain her excitement, sucking loudly and wetly.
"AWWWWW," Bill yelped. "Oh, wow, fantastic ... Really GREAT!!"
His friends hopped up and down in an agony of impatience and envy while Bill got his blow job from the teacher. Fortunately they didn't have to wait long. The swift hard sucking and the fiery wetness of her mouth made Bill so excited, he started to cum almost at once.
"EEEEEE," he whined. "Gonna shoot ... AWW!!"
Jane greedily gulped the sizzling squirts of jism, still hungrily sucking his lurching little prick. It was so much more fun than blowing Luck Dean. The boy's cock was prettier, tastier, a delight to suck. She sighed and licked her lips for the last droplets when Bill rolled off her and lay panting on the rug.
Freddy leaped to take his place, squatting over Jane's big ripe jugs, eagerly bending his erect blue-veined prick to her lips. Jane took it in one greedy snap, famished for more delicious boy-cock. She sucked the hard little rod inside, clear to his balls, and started sucking just as fast and loud as she had with Bill. Freddy's freckled face turned pink with excitement, and he squealed shrilly.
"Oh, man, out of sight," he moaned. "LOVE it...! Yeah, yeah, Miss Martin, suck my dick!"
The wet slurping sounds of her sucking filled the room. Freddy soon added to the noise, shieking and yelping his pleasure as Miss Martin worked her slick juicy hot mouth around his achingly erect prick. Like Bill, he was hotly excited in no time at all, losing all control. In less than a minute he yelped and shot his load. Jane didn't let his soft little prick escape till she'd sucked it clean of its juices and gulped all his tasty boy-cum.
"Oh, WOW," Freddy moaned as he rolled off her, "too fuckin' MUCH!!"
Tom didn't care about Freddy's impressions of his first blow job. He wanted to find out for himself. His red-haired friend had hardly rolled out of the way before Tom was in his place, his taut little ass cushioned by Miss Martin's big swollen tits. Trembling with eagerness, he bent his erect cock down to her mouth. Miss Martin gulped at it hungrily, and then he squealed with joy as he felt his hard little cock sucked deep into her silky hot mouth.
"AWWWWW," Tom bawled. "Oh, man, it feels great ... Suck my cock, Miss Martin, suck meee...."
Jane greedily complied, sucking his tasty hard rod as fast and loud as she had the others. She could well imagine what people would think if they could see this scene-a middle-aged teacher giving blow jobs to her sixth-grade students. Well, she didn't give a damn, at least not now. She was having the time of her life. There'd be plenty of time later to worry....
Jane didn't know that very soon she was going to have a lot more to worry about....
CHAPTER TEN
Luke Dean went home from Miss Martin's feeling smug and triumphant. He'd forced that bitch to do everything he wanted, even suck his cock and eat his cum. If she'd do that, there was no limit to the kinky and wild sexual tricks he could make her perform. He had her right where he wanted her.
Or did he? As he got ready for bed, Dean felt a nagging dissatisfaction with the way things were going. True, he'd blackmailed his most attractive teached into becoming his mistress, his sexual slave, and he could probably get her to do most anything he wanted. Somehow, though, it wasn't as much fun as he'd anticipated. No matter what they did, no matter what use he made of her body, it was clear that Jane Martin hated his guts.
That was what annoyed him. She hadn't surrendered completely, and she wasn't really his slave. Even when he was fucking her in the mouth, he could see the disgust and hatred in her eyes. He didn't like that. He wanted her to worship him, submit to him gladly. No, his work wasn't done-it was only beginning. He wouldn't be content until Jane Martin was totally his.
Dean put his pajamas back in the drawer and hurriedly got dressed again. He was going to that woman's house and make love to her till she submitted to him completely, till he fucked the hatred right out of her. It was just like with the students-they obeyed and feared him, but they didn't like him. He couldn't stand that. Luke Dean wanted his authority to be total.
When he got to Jane's house again, he decided not to knock. He'd just sneak in quietly and go straight to her bedroom, climb into bed with her, and teach her a lesson. Dean skipped silently up the front steps and turned the knob without making a sound. The front hall was dark as he entered, but there was one lamp on in the living room. It gave enough light for Dean to see clearly everything that was happening.
He stopped short in the dark hallway and gawked, pop-eyed. His throat went tight and dry, and he couldn't make a sound. He could scarcely believe the sickening thing he saw-but it was right there before his eyes: Miss Martin and three of her boys students, naked, engaging in incredibly filthy sex play.
Dean staggered back against the wall, clutching his throat, almost nauseated. He forced himself to watch, to make sure he was really seeing it. Luckily no one had seen or heard him when he came in. He could stand there and watch for as long as he wanted. He'd have plenty of time to devise a suitable punishment for these people....
Jane Martin lay on her back, and one of the boys, whom he recognized as Tom, was sitting over her, small firm butt resting on her big swollen breasts. Jane was sucking the boy's cock. She obviously wasn't being forced to do it. Her eyes glowed with pleasure, and she sucked loudly and greedily. The kid squealed blissfully. His two buddies, Freddy and Bill, stood close by, watching with wide grins. Their cocks were limp-no doubt Miss Martin had already given them blow jobs.
Dean was outraged. True, he'd done the same thing with Jane not an hour ago, squealing with pleasure as she sucked his dick and ate his cum, but that was different. These kids were no more than twelve years old, and she was forty. She was their teacher. It was scandalous, and Dean intended to see that she didn't get away with it.
He'd wait awhile, though, and get all the evidence he needed. He'd watch till she sinned with all three of the boys. Dean seethed with rage and jealousy. Damn her, she hated him, but she didn't hate these little brats. As he watched, she loudly sucked Tom into a squealing orgasm, moaning happily as she ate the boy's cum. She hadn't been that way with Dean....
"Hey, Miss Martin," said Freddy, the redhead, "it's still pretty early yet. Could we fuck you?"
Dean almost choked with envy and anger, but he forced himself to stay hidden in the shadows and go on watching. He wanted to catch her in the act, and then he'd make his entrance. Jane Martin was going to be damned sorry she'd ever betrayed him like this....
Dean was radiating hostile vibes like a furnace, but Jane and the boys didn't feel them. They weren't aware of anything but the fantastic fun they were having. Miss Martin had finally decided to relax with the boys and dig everything they did, which made it a lot more pleasant for everyone. When they asked to fuck her, she'd gladly agreed.
"We can't do it with limp cocks, though, can we?" she said teasingly. "I'll just have to do something about that."
Jane was in a teasing mood. Now that she'd decided to postpone her guilt and shame till the boys left, she could let herself go completely and do every wild and kinky thing that came into her head. Those three adorable little pale pricks were all limp and floppy after her blow jobs, and she knew just how she wanted to get them hard again. She could never get enough of the delicious taste of boy-cock....
Not caring how she looked, Jane rolled onto her hands and knees and started crawling toward Bill. Her huge swollen tits wobbled heavily and almost touched the rug. The three boys gawked hungrily at the great jiggling melons of flesh. Bill, entering into the spirit of the game, giggled and backed away till he was trapped against a chair, he fell backward into it, and Miss Martin crawled right up to him and knelt there, ogling his pale limp dick.
"You just relax, dear," she said huskily, "and I'll have your cock hard in no time."
"I bet you will," Bill said dreamily.
Jane bent her head down and kissed the soft red silky flesh of his balls. The pretty scarlet nut sacs were delicious to feel, smooth and hairless and clean. Moaning, she stuck out her tongue and started to lap the little bags, making them twitch and flop. Tom and Freddy hurried over to watch, their eyes widening when they saw what then-teacher was doing. Her pretty red tongue tickled and lapped swiftly over Bill's floppy little balls.
"Oh, wow," said Freddy, "I hope she does that to us, too."
"Yeah," Tom said eagerly.
So far there hadn't been a sound from Bill, but that was because he wasn't even breathing. When Miss Martin started licking his balls, it was such an unexpected pleasure that he was stunned. Her tongue was wet and slick and hot on his tender nut sac, and soon melting sensations of pleasure streaked through his loins. He let his breath out in an ecstatic whoosh.
"AWWW," he gssped, "that feels GREAT...."
He didn't know it, but Jane was just getting started. She figured her good fortune couldn't last long, that she'd be discovered and lose her job, so she might as well grab all the pleasure she could while she had the chance. This might be the last time she'd have the fantastic experience of playing with three beautiful young cocks at once. She wanted to taste and explore them thoroughly.
Jane bent even lower and lifted one of Bill's soft little balls onto her tongue. Moaning hungrily, she slowly sucked the limp little sac into her mouth. She soaked it with her hot saliva, lashed it with her greedy tongue, and sucked it gently but steadily, loving the soft weight on her tongue.
"AWWW, JESUS," BUI yelped. "SHE'S SUCKIN' MY BALLS!!! Ohh, man, it feels so GOOD!!!"
Tom and Freddy could well imagine how good it felt. They hopped up and down impatiently, enviously, but Miss Martin took her time with Bill, her glossy brown head wedged between his thighs and bobbing gently. They could hear the wet lewd sound of her ravenous sucking as she mouthed BUl's balls. BiU was red-faced and trembling with pleasure.
"Ahhhhh," he whined, "so fuckin' good ... You're gettin' me hard, all right, Miss Martin ... Ohhh, man!!!"
Jane could have gone all night that way, slowly and deliriously savoring his tasty soft nut sac, but she knew the other boys were getting impatient and wanting their turns. So she sucked his tasty little bag just long enough, till she gave him a hot stiff hard-on. She felt his young cock rising against her cheek, hard and sleek and pulsing. Reluctantly she pulled away, leaving Bill moaning blissfully, his rock-hard prick hugging his belly.
"Your turn, Tom," she said wickedly.
Tom squealed and backed away, only to lose his balance and sit down hard on the rug. Before he could move, Miss Martin dived for his crotch. Her hair tickled his inner thighs, and he instinctively drew his legs farther apart. She burrowed in deeper, her fiery moist breath fanning his crotch. Then he felt her slick wet tongue tickling his doughy limp prick. He sighed happily and lay back to enjoy it.
Jane licked and lashed the soft little lump of his cock, making it flop and bounce. She teased him, using her tongue like a limp whip, making his pretty pale peter slap wetly against his belly. His foreskin was in place, wrinkled and pointed, hiding the head of his cock. She wriggled her tongue under the loose silky skin and -rimmed the sensitive glans. Tom practically rose off the rug with a yelp of pleasure.
"OOOOOO, WOW," he squealed. "Yeah, yeah, lick my cock, Miss Martin ... Oh, shit, that feels good...."
Jane took his soft little prick in her hand, letting just the wrinkled tip peek out of her fist. Again she wriggled her tongue under the loose foreskin and licked swiftly around and around the pretty red head of his dick. The boy squealed and moaned, and it wasn't long before she felt him getting hard.
"Ohhh, man," Tom whined, "I'm gettin' a cockstand, all right...."
Jane felt his soft little prick twitch violently in her fist and then swell into stiff erection. She thought of sucking it, eating his cum, and saliva rushed to her mouth. That would be great, but she intended to save that rock-hard prick-stand for something even better. After all this delicious sex-play, her cunt was aching for a good stiff fucking....
Reluctantly she let go of Tom's cock, and the milky pale little rod snapped up to hug his belly. She turned, still on her hands and knees, and went scrambling after Freddy. The redhead giggled and tried to escape, but Jane caught him by the ankle and brought him down. He landed on his hands and knees, hard little ass sticking up in the air. Jane dived for his crotch.
"Ahhhhh, wow, YEAH," Freddy yelped.
He felt Miss Martin's slick hot greedy tongue lashing rapidly over his crotch, from his limp floppy prick right down to his asshole. He shivered with pleasure and held quite still, opening his legs farther. She gurgled lustily as she licked and tasted everything between his legs, exploring him eagerly with her tongue.
Jane eyed the small light brown wrinkle of his asshole. She remembered how exciting it had felt when she'd been tongued there, and she decided to return the favor. She pressed the tip of her tongue against the small clenched mouth and pushed insistently. Freddy soon got the message. Moaning excitedly, he relaced his anal muscles, and the small brownie opened for her tongue. Jane quickly thrust her tongue deep into his fiery tight rectum.
"EEEEEE," Freddy squealed.
It felt so damned good, so hotly exciting to have Miss Martin's slick tongue up his asshole, that he got hard almost instantly. She started working her tongue around in his tight slick bumhole, probing and jerking and tickling, and Freddy screamed blissfully and pawed the rug. His cock was achingly stiff and drooling in no time at all.
"Ahhhhh, Jesus, Miss Martin," he moaned, "your tongue feels so great in my ass, but I'm gonna cums ... Better stop...."
Jane didn't want to stop, but she knew she'd better save that cockstand. With a noisy wet slurp she popped her tongue from his tight pungent asshole and backed away from him. Freddy gave a lingering sigh and then turned to face her, his pale freckled dick stiff and ready. His buddies were ready, too, crowding eagerly around Miss Martin, their pricks as stiff as his.
"I get to ball her first," said Freddy.
"Like hell," said Tom. "It's my turn to be first."
"No way," said Bill. "You guys always make me be last. It's not fair."
Jane didn't want to waste time arguing. She was so achingly horny, she wanted to scream. She wanted a god stiff cock inside her, and she wanted it fast. What were they going to do, flip a coin? If only she had more than one cunt ... As the angry boys continued to yell at each other, Jane suddenly broke into a wicked grin. She didn't have more than one cunt, but she did have more than one hole. Her idea was outrageous, wicked, and kinky-and she could hardly wait to try it.
"Boys," she said commandingly, "listen to me. There's no need to fight. I can take on all of you at once."
They stared at her, not understanding. "How can you do that, Miss Martin?" said Tom. "You only got one cunt."
"Yeah," said Freddy, "I don't see how it's possible."
"We can't all get in at once," said Bill.
Jane soothed the excited boys. "You just trust me," she said, "and do as I say. It'll work, you'll see. To begin with, Tom, you lie down on your back."
"Yes, ma'am," Tom said, still not seeing how she could fuck three guys at once. He lay down on his back with little hope of being satisfied. His achingly stiff prick stood straight up, pointing at the ceiling. He'd hardly gotten settled before Miss Martin crawled over and straddled him, bringing her wet dripping pussy right over his pointing cock.
"There," she said huskily, grabbing his prick and popping it into her molten squeezing cunt, "that's the first step...."
She paused to groove on it for a moment, gently working her famished twat up and down the wonderfully hard rod of his cock. It felt wonderful, and she was tempted to forget the other boys, but she also wanted to continue her experiment. It would be the most fantastic sexual experience of her life, if she could just make it work. Three cocks at once-it was better than all her horny fantasies.
"Bill," she said, "you come around in front of me and stand over Tom. Yes, that's it."
"Yes, ma'am," Bill said, wondering what crazy thing she had in mind. Tom had his cock in her cunt, and there was no room for the other boys. He did as she instructed, standing over his buddy, his feet on either side of Tom's chest. He looked at Miss Martin-and suddenly he understood her plan.
Jane grinned, then leaned forward a little and started licking his cock. "Oh, YEAH," said Bill happily. He understood now. She was going to blow him while Tom fucked her. That was just fine with him. Her fiery wet mouth felt just as good as her wet clinging cunt. He just wondered how she was going to take care of Freddy. There seemed to be no place left for the redhead.
"Freddy," Jane said eagerly, "you go around behind me. Get on your knees. I think you'll know what to do."
"Okay, teacher," said Freddy.
He knelt behind her, straddling Tom's feet, but he still didn't understand what she wanted. Tom's cock was fully occupying her cunt, working thickly in and out, and there was no room for Freddy. All he saw was the small wrinkle of her asshole. He stared at it a moment before enlightenment finally dawned. He started to grin, but he still wasn't sure....
"Hey, Miss Martin," he said, "you want me to, uh ... I mean, there's only one place left."
"That's right, Freddy," she said impatiently. "Fuck me in the ass...."
Well, he'd heard it with his own ears. If that's what she wanted, he'd be happy to oblige. He knew already, from his fingers and tongue, how deliciously tight and hot and slick her asshole was. Eagerly he pressed the hard red head of his prick against the clenched brownie, and Miss Martin relaxed and opened it for him. Moaning with pleasure, Freddy sank his erect meat into the fiery clinging hole of her ass.
"Oooooo," Jane wailed, "that feels sooooo good ... YES, YES, Freddy, fuck me in the ASS...."
With Freddy launched, she could finally suck Bill's adorable little peter into her mouth. She didn't need to talk any more. Each boy understood what to do. They all did it well, too. Jane felt overpowering excitement and pleasure as she took three cocks at once. She felt Bill's slim tasty rod seeking her throat, dribbling delicious creams all over her tongue. Tom's stiff little pecker jabbed furiously in her wet clinging cunt. Freddy worked his slim hard dick swiftly in and out of her aroused hot asshole. If her mouth hadn't been stuffed with cock, she'd have screamed her pleasure.
"UMMMMM," she moaned, "UMMMMM!!"
The blissful quartet fucked away happily for a few minutes, filling the room with wild sounds-bowling, moaning, sighing, the wet slurping noise of three cocks working eagerly in Jane's mouth, cunt, and asshole. Then Jane began to cum, and every orifice seemed to clench and grow deliciously hot.
Bill squealed as she sucked hard on his cock, and he began to shoot his thick cream into her throat. Tom moaned and pumped this steamy jism into her cunt. Freddy howled shrilly and filled her fiery rectum with his spurting cum. Jane moaned and gurgled blissfully as she took the triple load of boy-cum.
"PERVERTS," shouted Luke Dean, springing from his hiding place.
Jane and the boys gasped and looked up. Limp wet little cocks slipped from her mouth, cunt, and asshole, but there was no way they could hide what they'd been doing. From the look of outrage on his face, they guessed that the school principal had been watching them for some time.
"I came back here to ... uh, talk with you, Miss Martin," Dean said furiously, "and I found THIS! My God, I can't believe your depravity. What kind of woman ARE you, making love to three children? Taking them all on at once-it's sickening. I've never witnessed anything so disgusting in my life."
Jane burst into tears of shame, but the boys weren't phased. They leaped to their feet, fists clenched, ready to whip Dean's ass for insulting their beloved teacher. "You're gonna pay for this, Mr. Dean," Tom said hotly.
Dean stood his ground, pale and furious. "You'd better think twice about that, young man," he said. "You wouldn't want your parents to know what you've been up to, would you? You wouldn't want to be expelled from school. Why, for this I could get you all sent to reform school. I think you and Miss Martin had better do just as I say."
Jane looked up at the boys and said wearily, "He's right, I'm afraid. He knows too much about us. We'd better do what Mr. Dean wants, boys. It's the only way out...."
CHAPTER ELEVEN
For the first time that year, Jane had no trouble controlling Tom, Bill, and Freddy in class. The day after they were caught by Luke Dean, the boys were gloomy and quiet. They had no choice but to obey Dean's wishes-which were to keep their hands off Miss Martin. If they ever went near her again, Dean had said, they'd go to reform school. Of course they had to protect Miss Martin, too. Dean had threatened to have her arrested if she even talked to the boys outside of class.
Jane was relieved not to be involved with the boys any more. It had been fun, but it was too dangerous. She needed a man her own age. The trouble was, she couldn't have anyone but Luke Dean-he'd see to that. He'd told her that her career was over if she even looked at another man.
The prospect of being Dean's lifelong mistress made her very depressed.
At the end of the school day, when the rest of the class had left, Tom and his two buddies risked staying a moment to talk to Miss Martin. "What are we gonna do, Miss Martin?" Tom asked her. "Dean's spoiled everything."
Miss Martin frowned. "I wish there was some way we could get out from under his hold," she said, "but I don't know what it is. Let's keep thinking about it, and maybe we'll come up with something."
Jane wasn't very optimistic about that, and neither were the boys. They hung around while she gathered up her things, deciding to walk with her a little way. They still adored their beautiful teacher and felt very sad about not being able to make love to her. At least they could walk her home-it was better than nothing.
Jane felt sorry for the boys, knowing how down they must be, but even if they did come up with a way to defeat Dean, she was never going to get involved with them again. She didn't tell them that, though. They had problems enough.
She wished something would happen to give Luke Dean some problems for a change....
Luke Dean left school as soon as the final bell rang, intending to stop home for a quick shower and change of clothes, then to to Jane's house. He rubbed his hands and chuckled as he thought of the things he might do with her this evening. He'd noticed one of those kids balling her in the ass. That might be fun to try....
Jane was his now, completely his. With all the terrible things he knew about her, she wouldn't dare resist him. She wouldn't dare show her hatred, either, because that would be punished. If he wanted, he could order her to stand on her head while he fucked her. He was the total victor as last.
Dean strolled off smiling, taking a short cut through the woods. He hadn't gone very far before he heard giggling in the bushes, then a shrill squeal. It was followed by harsh panting and the sounds of a scuffle. A girl shrieked, "Bob, NO! You're being naughty."
Dean's ears pricked up, alerted by the possibility of catching some students misbehaving. He loved to catch them misbehaving. It gave him a chance to punish, and, if he was really lucky, to use his paddle. Something about paddling all those little bare bottoms, male or female, made him terrible excited. Dean loved to hurt, humiliate, and domineer.
He crept off the path, through the bushes, towards the scuffling sounds. The girl was giggling again, the boy panting. At last Dean approached a small clearing and saw movement. He crouched behind a nearby bush and peered out through the leaves. His face reddened with outrage. It was that wicked girl Patty again, seducing another boy.
Patty had been the start of everything, in a way, though she didn't know it. Miss Martin had been watching Patty fuck a boy when Dean came along, caught Miss Martin, and made her do what he wanted. He'd been so interested in Miss Martin that day, he hadn't thought to punish Patty. Today was going to be different. He simply could not allow a twelve-year-old girl to behave like this.
Patty sat in the clearing with a high school kid named Bob. Dean recognized him from the football team. Patty was dishevelled but grinning, and Bob was in an agony of lust, the crotch of his jeans hugely tented. Patty sat close to him, but not close enough to touch. She was straightening her clothes and smoothing back her thick blonde hair.
"I'm surprised at you, Bob," she said. "I thought you were a gentleman."
"Gentleman, shit," Bob said, pouting. "You let me walk you home, you suggested we stop here, and you let me kiss you. What was I supposed to think? Jesus, Patty, I was sure you wanted to get it on.
"I just wanted to kiss you, that's all," Patty said primly.
She was up to her old tricks, teasing the boy till he was almost dying of horniness, but Dean knew she'd end up fucking the kid. Patty always did. She was totally promiscuous and boy-crazy. Something really ought to be done about her. She was a disgrace to the school. Dean decided to watch until the right moment, then interrupt. He'd see that Patty was punished.
"Kissing ain't enough for me," said Bob, still pouting. "I'm a man, not a little kid. Come on, Patty, put out for me. I hear you do it with lots of guys."
"Only if I like them," said Patty, "and I don't know if I like you. You were too rough with me, trying to tear my clothes and all."
Bob sighed deeply. "I'll be gentle," he said, "I promise. Just don't go yet. Please."
Patty moved closer to him, till their legs touched, and Bob started to pant loudly. She looked cool and in control. "You can kiss me just one more time," she said primly, "but if you get rough, I'll never speak to you again."
Bob kissed her, working his tongue deep into her mouth. His hands strayed over her body, caressing her firm little waist, wide flowing hips, and big pouting tits. He trembled and moaned, and then, unable to control himself, he slid a hand inside her blouse. Patty broke the kiss and stared at him.
"Now, Bob," she said.
"Aw, come on, Patty," he said in a horny whine, "just let me touch your boobs. That won't hurt anything. Please...."
Patty sighed, as if she were doing him a great favor. She quickly slipped off her blouse. She wasn't wearing a bra. In his hiding place, Dean reddened angrily. He'd see that the little slut wore a bra in the future. Still he couldn't help feeling a certain lusty interest at the sight of her lovely round naked tits with their small pink nipples. The girl certainly had gorgeous boobs....
Bob moaned and cupped the lovely naked tits, molding and squeezing them hungrily. He bent and started kissing them, then licking, his red wet tongue teasing her little pink nipples into taut erection. Patty sat still with a funny little grin on her face. She obviously loved driving boys wild.
"Patty, baby," Bob moaned, "please let me take off the rest of your clothes. I just wanta touch you ... "
"Only on one condition," Patty said coolly. "You gotta get undressed, too, Bob."
Dean had never seen anyone strip so fast. Bob was out of his jeans, T-shirt and sneakers in about ten seconds. He had no underwear to impede his progress. He was a husky kid, and his thick five-inch cock was grossly swollen and stiff, capped with a big knob-like pruple head.
Patty eyed the boy's erect dick for a second, and Dean thought he saw a gleam of excitement in her eyes. Then she looked cool again as she took off her jeans and panties. When her lush blonde bush came into view, Bob moaned hungrily, and Dean himself felt a twinge of lust. It would be delicious to fuck that little girl. She might have been with lots of boys, but she was only twelve, and her cunt must still be wonderfully tight....
It was just like the time before, the time he'd caught Miss Martin watching. The boy couldn't control himself. He moaned and threw himself on top of Patty, pawing and kissing her, trying to get between her legs. Patty resisted for a moment, squealing and protesting, but at last she allowed the gasping horny boy to sink between her thighs. Bob's hard butt muscles tightened as he poked his cock around, trying to find her cunt.
"Baby," he moaned, "oh, baby, let me put it in you...."
"That wouldn't be right, Bob," Patty said primly, playing the game right up to the end. "You better stop." Just then Bob hit the mark, forcing his thick young cock inside her. "Oooooo," Patty squealed, "ooo, yessss ... FUCK me, Bob ... "
Luke Dean had all the evidence he needed. He sprang noisily from the bushes, rushed into the clearing, and shouted, "Stop that at once, you wicked children."
Bob and Patty gawked at him. Recognizing him as Patty's principal, Bob leaped off the girl, his cock still hugely swollen and wet with her juice. He fumbled into his clothes, muttering apologies. "Please, Mr. Dean," he said, "don't report this. "I'll get thrown off the team. My father will kill me. I promise it won't happen again."
Dean didn't believe him, of course, but he wasn't interested in the boy. The boy wasn't one of his students, and he couldn't punish him. The one he was out to get was Patty.
"Very well," Dean said to Bob, "I'll let you go this time, but don't tell anyone. I have a reputation for toughness, and I want to preserve it. Now run along."
"Yes, SIR," said Bob, running off toward the path.
"Fink," Patty said, watching him run. "Coward."
She still lay naked on the grass, not bothering to cover herself and apparently not embarrassed about being naked in front of her principal. Her slim legs were slightly parted, and Dean could see the ripe pink flesh of her pussy. It was gleaming from her juice and was encircled by a dainty fringe of golden curls. The shadowed mouth of her cunt was enticingly small.
"Well, Patty," he said sternly, "I suppose you know that this is a very serious thing."
Patty sighed. "Oh, yeah," she said, "I know what you're gonna say, Mr. Dean, about balling being a sin and all that. I think it's bullshit, myself, but grownups are crazy. I can't change your mind--so go ahead and punish me."
Dean hesitated. He was disappointed that the girl wasn't afraid of him, wasn't even defiant. She just seemed bored. It was no fun to punish someone who didn't even react. Another thing held him back, too-the enticing sight of her young naked body. Again he thought how tight her little-girl cunt would be, how exciting it would be to fuck her....
"Well, Patty," he said, "this is the first time I've caught you, and perhaps you deserve another chance. I could get you expelled for this, but I'd rather see you go on and get your education. Perhaps we can settle for a minor punishment."
Patty looked at him in surprise. She knew old Dean was the meanest guy at school and would use the paddle on kids for just the slightest excuse, like chewing gum in class. Why was he letting her off easy? There had to be a catch.
"Whaddya mean, a minor punishment?" she said.
Dean colored slightly. He knew now what he was going to do. It was very, very wicked, and the prospect excited him greatly. He walked over and knelt close to the lovely naked twelve year old, hungrily eyeing her thick blond bush.
"What I had in mind," he said, "was an exchange of favors. I'll promise not to report this incident if you'll do something for me."
"Oh, sure, Mr. Dean," said Patty, anxious to stay out of trouble. "What do you want me to do?"
Dean could barely get the words out, he was so excited. In a horny squeak he said, "I want you to suck my cock."
Patty stared at him for a long long moment. Dean's heart pounded. He realized now that he was taking a terrible risk. What if the girl rebelled and told her parents that the school principal tried to force her to blow him? He'd be in terrible trouble ... Finally Patty gave him a little smile and spoke.
"That kinda blew my mind," she said. "I mean, I never dreamed you'd say anything like that, Mr. Dean. But it sure beats getting expelled. Yeah, I'll do it. You want me to do it right now?"
"Y-yes," said Dean.
Patty went to work like an expert. She eased the skinny balding principal down on his back, and then she briskly unzipped his pants and lifted out his limp little cock. Dean didn't notice, but Patty sneered at the size of his prick. Why, it was smaller than some of the boy's she'd fucked. Still, blowing the guy was better than getting in trouble with her folks.
The naked girl bent over him, her ripe stiff-nippled boobs brushing his body. She lifted his limp pale prick to her mouth, stuck out her little pink tongue, and gave it a brisk licking for openers. Dean was circumcised, his cock head soft and purple. Patty ran her tongue around and around it, and Dean was almost squealing with excitement. Then she popped the soft little cock into her mouth.
"AHHHHH," Dean moaned.
She might be only twelve years old, but she'd certainly had plenty of experience eating cock. She swiftly sucked Dean's limp warm prick all the way into her scorching wet mouth, taking it in clear to his wrinkled hairy balls. She sucked it fast and loud and powerfully, a strong vacuum pressure that made Dean squeal like a rabbit. Her boiling saliva bathed his meat, and her naughty little tongue tickled into his glans hole.
"Ahhhhh, wonderful," Dean whined. "Yes, my dear, suck my cock, make me hard. I want to fuck you ... "
Patty cocked an eyebrow but didn't slow her sucking. She'd thought he just wanted a blow job, but if he wanted to ball, too, that was fine. She could use it. She was still quivering with frustration after having her fuck with Bob interrupted. It really was a bitch. She'd just gotten that wonderful thick hard cock inside her when Dean spoiled everything. She still needed to get off-needed it badly. Even the principal's skinny prick would do....
He was sure nothing to look at. As she furiously and loudly sucked his little limp dick, Dean was grinning lewdly, showing his crooked teeth. His glasses were falling down his nose, and his thinning mousy brown hair was tousled. His little blue eyes rolled crazily, and his face was pink with excitement. His poor little cock felt so small in her mouth, she wanted to giggle. She'd sucked lots bigger ones.
"Ahhhhh," Dean moaned, "suck me, suck meeeee...."
He finally started to get hard. Even fully erect, his cock wasn't too impressive, just a skinny stiff four inches. When his cream started dribbling out onto her tongue, Patty released him, opening her mouth and letting his hard little rod snap out. It stuck straight up from his gray-brown bush, pointing at the sky. It was dwarf compared to Bob's, but it would just have to do.
"You wanta ball me now, Mr. Dean," she said listlessly, "or should I go on blowing you?"
Dean was shocked to hear such language from a twelve-year-old, but his lust was too great to risk arguing with her. He was hotly horny after her delicious blow job. Quickly he pulled off his pants and shorts, freeing himself for action. That teenage pussy was just what he needed right now.
"We'll, uh, fuck, my dear," he said, "if you'll just lie on your back ... "
Patty obeyed, opening her legs without a blush, presenting him with her lovely wet pink slit. Trembling, Dean crawled between her soft thighs and wedged the hard bulbous head of his dick into her steamy little cunt mouth. He pushed into her, squealing with excitement. Her twelve-year-old twat was just as tight and snug as he'd hoped....
"Oooooo," Patty squealed, "that feels GOOD, Mr. Dean!"
She wasn't kidding. Personally she hated Dean's guts and would far rather be balling Bob, but she was so horny, any stiff cock would do. She slammed her pussy upward, forcing Dean's thin hard rod all the way to her womb. Dean squealed like a stuck pig and lay down hard on her. He began to fuck her in quick little jabs.
"Yeah, yeah," Patty sighed blissfully, "ball me, Mr. Dean, ball me hard ... Oh, wow, I love it...."
Beyond words, Dean only squealed and grunted and moaned as he balled the tightest little cunt he'd ever known. He couldn't control his excitement, and he moaned louder and louder. His horny cries smothered all other sound. That was why neither he nor Patty noticed the intruders.
Miss Martin and the three boys had been walking home when they heard the noise and recognized Dean's voice. They crept through the woods to investigate. When they looked into the clearing, they could hardly contain their glee. Dean balling Patty-it was the break they'd been praying for. Jane Martin, closely followed by Tom, Bill and Freddy, stepped silently into the clearing and walked up within a few feet of the loudly rutting principal.
"Ahhhhh, my dear, your cunt is so tight," Dean babbled, his skinny ass flying. "Lovely...."
Just then Patty happened to notice the intrudgers standing over them. She looked at them over Dean's shoulder, but Miss Martin smiled and put a finger to her lips, signaling quiet. Patty caught on. She grinned and winked at the four observers.
Dean went on fucking merrily away, bringing Patty off twice before he squealed shrilly and shot his load into her.
His lust satisfied, Dean quickly became his usual sour-faced self. Withdrawing from Patty, he said coldly, "Now, Patty, if you don't want anyone to know about you and Bob, you'll have to do just as I say."
"I don't think so, Mr. Dean," Patty said, grinning. "Look behind you."
Dean whirled and saw Jane and the boys. Caught in the act of withdrawing his limp wet dick from the soaked twat of a twelve-year-old student, there wasn't too much he could say. He turned pale, while Jane and the boys grinned triumphantly at him.
"I-I suppose you want to make some kind of deal," he said at last.
"No shit, Mr. Dean?" Tom said harshly. "You BET we wanta make a deal."
"Here it is," said Jane. "All deals are cancelled out. We all know too much about each other. So all we can do is keep our secrets and leave each other alone. Nobody gets punished, Mr. Dean, not even Patty. You just leave us all alone-and we won't tell what you did."
Dean scowled, knowing he was defeated and that Jane and Patty would never have to fuck him again. Those brats Tom, Bill and Freddy, would go unpunished, too. It was maddening-but he had no choice. Anything was better than being exposed as a child molester.
No, there was nothing he could do, except vent his anger. For one of the rare times in his life, Luke Dean indulged himself in profanity. "Fuck you," he said angrily.
Teacher and kids burst into laughter as Dean angrily put on his clothes and stalked off.
"We won," Tom said excitedly, "we beat ol' Dean. He'll never dare bother us again. How about it, Miss Martin-can we get back together with you now?"
Jane smiled affectionately but said, "No, boys, I'm sorry. I think you can understand that I'd rather have a lover my own age. But I suspect you might be able to work something out with Patty."
The boys turned to look at the lusty naked blonde girl. Patty was grinning....
CHAPTER TWELVE
It didn't take the boys long to transfer then-affections from Miss Martin to Patty. After they turned toward the naked girl, it took about ten seconds. When Jane saw the boys crowding around the lusty little blonde, she quietly left the clearing, and nobody even noticed her going.
"Well, how about it, Patty?" said Tom. "you wanta get it on with us?"
Patty looked them over. "Gee, I dunno," she said doubtfully. "You guys are awful young."
"We're twelve," Freddy said indignantly, "the same age as you are."
"Yeah, but I've had a lot more experience," said Patty. "You guys wouldn't even know what to do."
"Oh yes we would," Bill said hotly. "We know everything there is to do.
Patty still looked doubtful. "Well, even if that's true," she said, "I bet you got awful small cocks. You ain't even started to grow yet."
It was too much for the boys. On one impuse they all got up and stripped naked to show Patty their straining hard-ons. One thing they knew for sure, their cocks were bigger than old Dean's pitiful little pecker. Their cocks were plenty big enough for any job, as they intended to show Patty.
Patty watched intently as the three boys took off their clothes. When she saw their stiff four-inch cocks, thicker and more rigid than Dean's, her expressing changed from doubt to interest. She licked her lips. She'd never taken on more than one boy at a time before, but it might be a very interesting experience....
Still she had to tease. It was in her nature. She liked to hold out, pretend she wasn't interested, till her partner was so hotly aroused he could hardly contain himself. Looking at the three naked eager boys, she assumed an expression of boredom and spoke lazily.
"Okay," she said, "maybe your cocks are big enough, but what can you do? I don't see how a bunch of little kids could know anything about sex."
"Little kids?" Tom said, sputtering indignantly. "Well, we'll show you a thing or two, Patty. I'll start. For openers, I'll show I know how to eat pussy."
Patty giggled, not really believing him, but when Tom crawled between her legs and thrust his glossy brown head into her crotch, she didn't resist. She loved having her pussy eaten, and if this kid really knew hot to do it, so much the better. She settled back in the grass, opening her thighs widely, and let him burrow into her steamy wet snatch.
Tom didn't want to blow this chance for him and his buddies, especially now that they'd lost Miss Martin. Patty was their one chance to get laid for years and years, he was sure of that. So he followed Mr. Dean's technique right down to the last detail, remembering how hotly Dean had aroused Miss Martin. The first target was Patty's clit.
Tom gently pried open the plump blonde-furred lips of her mons and uncovered the girl's tiny pink joy button. It was moist and plump, partially aroused. Tom stuck out his tongue and applied the hot slick tip to Patty's small bud. He began to lick and lash it briskly, just as he'd done with Miss Martin.
"Oooooo," Patty squealed, "hey, you really do know how ... Oh, WOW, that feels great...."
Tom licked and sucked her squirting little joy button till she was writhing and moaning, then got up and let Freddy take his place. He wanted Patty to know that all of them were good lovers. Freddy quickly snaked his tongue up her cunt, and Patty went wild, screaming her joy and clawing the grass. Freddy tongue-fucked her till she was almost cumming, then gave up his place to Bill.
Bill completed the job by wriggling his slick hot tongue right up her tight little asshole. That really blew Patty's mind. No one had ever done that to her before, and the pleasure was unbelievable. By the time Bill finished reaming and licking her sensitive bumhole, Patty was sold on the idea of taking the three friends as her lovers.
"Oh, WOW," she panted as Bill rose from her crotch, "let's not waste any time. Let's ball. I'm sooooo horny...."
The boys obliged, fucking her one after the other. Her cunt was tighter than Miss Martin's, more suited to their slim growing cocks, and everybody was satisfied. Patty came again and again with the nearly unlimited supply of stiff pounding cock. She knew she could never be satisfied with just one boy again, not after she'd had three.
Later as they got dressed, they agreed to meet every day after school in the same place. The boys were blissfully happy at having found a new girl to ball, especially one like Patty who was not only pretty but who was an expert lover and really got off on it. The only concern they had left was the fate of their teacher.
"I wonder what Miss Martin will do now?" said Tom. "She never had a boyfriend before. It could get pretty lonely for her ... "
Strolling home, Jane was thinking the same thing. She'd gotten out of Luke's clutches, out of her dangerous involvement with her students, but now she had no lover at all. It was going to be hell going back to her old sexless life. In fact she didn't think she could stand it. At that very moment her poor pussy was swollen and wet and arching, desperately in need of a good stiff cock, but who wanted an old maid schoolteacher of forty? She'd probably never have a man again....
Jane sat down at the side of the forest path and started to cry. She wasn't sorry about Dean and the boys-they weren't suitable lovers for her. She was just sorry that her sex life was over. It had been all too brief, just enough to show her how much she needed it. She couldn't bear the thought of the lonely days ahead....
"Here, now, what's the matter?" said a voice.
Startled, Jane looked up and saw George Crocker, the school janitor, a big burly man of about forty. She was surprised that such a powerful man could move so quietly. She hadn't even heard him coming along the path. She tried to smile, but it was no go. Tears streamed down her face.
"Oh, George," she said, "you wouldn't believe what I've been through these past few days."
"I might," he said gently. "Why don't you tell me about it?"
He sat down beside her and put one powerful arm around her shoulders. He seemed to radiate sympathy and understanding. Jane had known him for years, a shy bachelor who got along well with the kids, and she'd always liked him. George Crocker was a kind and intelligent man. She hadn't intended ever to tell anyone about her bizarre adventures of the past week, but she found herself telling it to George.
He listened carefully, showing no signs of shock or disgust, even when she told of her affair with her three sixth-grade students. When she was finished, he said gently, "Well, I'm not surprised at any of this, Jane. If you bottle up your natural needs, something has to blow sometime. I advise you just to forget it. You really couldn't help it. Forget it, and find a more suitable lover."
Jane sighed loudly. "Oh, if only I could," she said.
"Well," George said shyly, "how about me? I'm the same age as you are, I'm not married, and I sure as hell could use some action. I never married because I never found the right girl, but it's damned hard for a middle-aged guy to get laid in this town, especially when you're only a janitor. Girls look down on janitors."
Jane listened to him with a growing flush. He was propositioning her-the school janitor. At first she felt offended, but the more she thought about it, the more it made sense. George was a very nice man, and his powerful body turned her on. She looked shyly up at him and smiled.
"I don't look down on janitors," she said.
George kissed her awkwardly, and they lost their balance, rolling right down a little incline and into some bushes. Jane started to laugh, but George kissed her again, not awkwardly this time, sliding his tongue deep into her mouth. She felt a rush of hot juice in her pussy, an excited glowing. She wriggled her tongue wickedly against his and pressed her body hard against hin, her big lush tits flattening against his broad hard chest.
"I take it your answer is yes?" George said hoarsely.
"We could try," said Jane.
"Okay," he said with a grin, "let's start trying."
He wasn't nearly as clumsy as she'd thought a big man would be. His huge hands were deft and quick as he unbuttoned her blouse and removed her bra. She was naked to the waist before she quite knew what was happening. George ogled her mammoth creamy jugs, then moaned and pressed his face to the swollen hot flesh. He licked her nipples, sending little shivers of pleasure and excitement through her.
"I have a confession to make," he said, laughing. "I've been gawking at your tits for years."
Jane laughed, too. "I know," she said. "It used to make me so angry."
"But you're not angry now?" said George.
"No, go ahead and gawk," said Jane.
Instead of gawking, he licked and sucked. He couldn't get enough of her big swollen melon-shaped tits. He sucked the big light brown cones of her nipples till they were stiff and erect. Jane lay limp in his arms, moaning happily. With a man her own age, a man she really liked, she didn't feel at all guilty about making love.
At last George raised his head from her spit-soaked nipples and deftly unzipped her skirt. Jane didn't resist as he pulled it off, and she even reaised her butt to help him when he took down her panties. George gawked at her lush wide black triangle of mons fur, then pressed his face into it, his breath hot and rapid. Jane felt another hot flood of juice in her pussy. She was hotly turned on to this big gentle man, wanted him desperately.
"Oh, baby," George moaned, "you don't know how many years I've been fantasizing about this moment." His face moved into her steamy crotch, and then Jane squealed with pleasure as she felt his thick wet tongue tickling her clit. She shamelessly creamed all over his face.
"Darling," she said, "I want to see your cock, touch it...."
George quickly obliged, stripping naked. Jane gawked delightedly at the biggest cock she'd ever seen, a huge thick eight-incher with a knobby purple head. Her pussy was completely soaked with horny cream, and she was dying to be fucked, but there was just one more thing she wanted to do first.
She bent over his lap, panting, and stuck out her tongue, licking his enormous stiff cock from base to head. George shivered and moaned. He went on moaning while she explored him with her tongue, eagerly licking and tasting his huge swollen balls, tickling through his thick brown bush, running her tongue mischievously up the thick hard stalk of his cock. She dug her tongue tip into his creaming glans hole and lapped up his tasty bubbling cock juice.
Suddenly George gave a hoarse growl, and the next thing she knew, she was on her back, George scrambling frantically between her legs. "I couldn't wait," he panted. "Sorry...."
"I'm not sorry," Jane laughed.
She felt the enormous hot hard head of his dick pressing into the wet pit of her cunt mouth, and she moaned and slammed her pussy up to meet his thrust. His giant cock, board-stiff and throbbing, stuffed her cunt so full she could hardly breathe. He began to ball her in long deep lunges, while she clung to him, moaning with dizzy pleasure, digging her nails into his big shoulders. She started to cum almost right away, and she went on cumming till she thought she'd faint. At last George bellowed with pleasure and began shooting his load into her, great steamy floods of jism that overflowed her small cunt and puddled on the grass.
Jane lay in his arms completely satisfied and very happy. At last she'd found the right man for her. George was apparently happy, too, for her kept his limp cock inside her till it started to stiffen again.
"George, darling," she purred, "would you like to come home with me for dinner?"
"Depends on what's for dessert," George said, grinning.
