The seething passions that lurk within many individuals are often hidden beneath a veneer of normalcy, exposed only under extremely tempting conditions.
The woman who, after a few drinks at a party, takes on all comers, male and female alike. The man who, during a strip show at a stag party, climbs up on stage with the girl and performs with her in front of his friends. The couple who, under group pressure, joins the neighborhood mate-traders.
Jane Parker is one of these outwardly proper and quite normal people. But within her a depth of passion she never dreamed existed lies coiled like a snake, waiting only for the proper stimulus to arouse it.
TEACHER TAKES IT-a fictional story about a society that refused to face many of its real problems.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
"Me?" Jane Parker said. "Oh, no, you've got to be kidding."
"I'm not kidding, Jane," replied Howard Martin. "You're the only person who can do it. All the kids are counting on you."
"Hell," Jane muttered.
Jane and Howard, both teachers, were discussing the annual spring hike of the Central High Troopers, a boys' club. Howard, the leader and adviser of the Troopers, had broken his leg, leaving the boys without supervision for their traditional spring hike. Now he was asking Jane to take his place.
Jane hated the idea. She enjoyed hiking, but she didn't relish the idea of leading a dozen high-spirited teenage boys on a week-long trip through the woods. It was hard enough to control those kids in the classroom. She would have rejected the job immediately, except for one thing-she was in love with Howard Martin.
"Oh, Howard, I don't know," she sighed. "I'm a woman, after all. Would the boys obey me?"
"Sure," Howard said confidently. "They know you're a first-rate hiker and a good teacher. No reason why they shouldn't obey you just like they'd obey me. Please, Jane, say you'll do it. It would be a terrible disappointment for them to miss this hike."
Jane had just one more card to play. "But, Howard," she said, "that hike will use up my whole spring vacation!"
"And what were you going to do during your vacation?" Howard asked with a grin.
"Hike," Jane admitted.
"Then it's settled," Howard proclaimed. "You're the new temporary leader of the Central High Troopers. The boys will be very relieved to hear that."
Jane wondered about that. The Troopers worshipped Howard Martin, but how would they feel about a woman taking his place? She eyed Howard ruefully. Tall, lanky, handsome even in his horn-rimmed glasses, he was in terrific shape and looked younger than his forty years. He was also a bachelor. He was everything Jane wanted in a man. Too bad she wasn't nervy enough to let him know that.
She and Howard were friends, that was all. Jane wanted to be much more than a friend to him. Alone in bed at night, she'd imagine how it would be to have him naked beside her, wanting her, his cock hard as a rock. The fantasy got her so excited that she had to play with herself, much to her shame. But she couldn't conquer her lust for the man, and she day-dreamed about him all the time.
Howard, shy and proper, no doubt would have been shocked if he'd known the wicked thoughts going through Miss Jane Parker's mind. While he was innocently thinking of hiking and bird-watching and photographing wild flowers, Miss Parker was mentally undressing him and wondering if he was a decent lay. Jane was very grateful that Howard showed no talent for mind-reading.
"Well, Howard," she sighed, "I guess you've talked me into it. I'd better get fight home and start packing my gear."
Howard got up from his desk and hobbled over to her, his leg encased in a heavy cast. "Jane, you're wonderful," he beamed. "I can't tell you how much I appreciate you taking over for me in this emergency." He leaned down and gave her a quick peck on the cheek, then added bashfully, "I'd like to take you out to dinner when you get back."
Jane gawked at him. It was the first time he'd asked her for a date, and they'd known each other nearly a year. "Why, thank you, Howard," she said quickly. "I'd like that very much."
"See you in a week, then," he said.
"Right," Jane sighed, "in a week."
Driving home, she wondered how she'd let herself get talked into the whole crazy project. A woman leading a troop of teenage boys on a weeks' hike? It was ridiculous. But she couldn't refuse Howard anything, she wanted him so much. She wondered if he felt any attraction to her at all. Really, she wasn't over the hill yet.
Jane Parker was a tall brunette, thirty-five years old, with a pretty face and a stunning big-breasted body. She had never married, partly because she was so shy and uptight, partly because she'd never met just the right man. Now she was sure she'd found him, but Howard Martin was even more shy than she was. Maybe if she led this hike successfully, it would break through his reserve.
Okay, dammit, she'd do it for Howard. She'd do it to get to Howard, his mind and his body. And oh, God, how she could use his body. It had been years since she'd been with a man. In her lonely spinster life, she was always more or less horny, but never had she wanted a man as much as she wanted Howard Martin. She could frankly admit to herself that she wanted him to fuck her.
But that was just in the privacy of her mind. Outwardly she was prim and proper Miss Parker, the English teacher, and that was how she presented herself at dawn the next morning when she met the Central High Troopers at the edge of town. She wore her sensible khaki hiking shorts and shirt, with stout boots, and had drawn her thick brown hair back into a severe bun. The boys looked at her respectfully.
Jane thought it would be good to make a little speech before they started out.
"Welcome to the annual Central High Troopers spring hike," she said. "We go from here to the top of Green Mountain and back. I'm as sorry as you are that Mr. Martin can't lead you, but we'll make him very proud if this hike is a success. Are you ready?" The boys cheered loudly. "Then let's go," Jane said, leading the way.
Jane was a tough and experienced hiker, and the boys were young and hearty, so by noon they were well into the woods. Jane called a halt for lunch, and when she was ready to move on, she noticed that three of the boys were missing. Telling the others to wait, she scouted the area. Soon she came to a little waterfall and a deep pond below it. She stopped still, gasped, and blushed.
There were the three missing boys, naked as jay birds, having themselves a swim.
They hadn't seen Jane yet, and she quickly withdrew into the shadow of the trees, wondering what to do. She supposed the boys always skinny-dipped when they were with Martin, and perhaps he joined them. But this was different. As a woman, she couldn't just walk up to them. And if she called out for them to rejoin the hike, they'd know she'd seen them. It was all very embarrassing.
From her hiding place she could see the boys clearly. She found herself fascinated with their firm tan young bodies and their pale flopping cocks. Especially their cocks. She gawked at the milky-white blue-veined sausages, all three of them limp and bouncing. She studied three pairs of rosy-red wobbling balls. The three boys were all quite attractive. She wanted to just stand there and stare.
The boys were running around the edge of the pond, diving, ducking each other, having a marvelous time. Jane recognized all three of them as former students. Greg was a senior, a tall blond boy and a natural leader. His two best buddies, Willie and Chet, were juniors. Willie was a husky redhead, Chet a wiry little guy with black hair.
The breeze shifted, and suddenly Jane could hear what the boys were saying.
"Hey, Greg," Chet said with a grin, "don't you think Miss Parker has a great ass?"
"The greatest," Greg chuckled. "I been right behind her all morning watching it."
"Far-out tits, too," Willie sighed.
"Yeah, they're big ones, all right," Greg said. "I'd sure like to see her with her clothes off."
Jane was stunned. She'd always thought of her pupils as children, not young adults. She'd never imagined them talking about sex, let alone discussing their teachers as sex objects. She felt shocked and embarrassed. To think that Greg had had his eyes on her ass the whole morning, thinking lusty thoughts about her! Jane was tempted to call the hike off, turn around and go home.
But of course she couldn't let Howard down, nor could she disappoint the boys. She'd just have to ignore whatever crude remarks she might overhear. And it was just talk, wasn't it? Those young boys couldn't really be interested in getting it on with a person her age.
"I wonder if she's balling anybody?" Greg was saying.
"Miss Parker?" Willie said. "No way. She's an old maid. I don't think she's even interested in guys."
A lot you know, sonny, Jane thought wistfully.
"I bet you're wrong," Chet said. "I think she's got the hots for Mr. Martin."
Jane's face flamed. Young Chet was far too perceptive for her tastes. Yet, he was right. She did have the hots for Howard. She wanted to go to bed with him so badly, she ached. Just thinking about it right now, she felt her poor starved pussy getting all hot and moist.
"You think so?" Greg was saying. "Man, I wish she had the hots for me. I'd sure like to screw her."
All the boys guffawed, and Jane blushed even deeper. By now the three pals were sitting on the edge of the pond, dangling their feet in the water, and their sexy conversation was starting to have its effect, jane noticed that each kid's cock was twitching into stiffness. Her face grew even redder, yet somehow she couldn't look away.
Yes, it was true, as the boys talked about her and how they'd like to ball her, they all got stiff cock-stands. Their pale pricks hugged their bellies tightly, pointing up at the sky, and the heads of their cocks soon got engorged and almost purple. Their rosy hairless balls swelled up into taut round bags, crowding their crotches. Jane stared and stared. It had been years since she'd seen a man's dick.
In fact she'd only been fucked once in her life, a brief affair with a fellow student while she was in college. She'd expected the boy to marry her, that was why she'd gone all the way with him, but he'd dumped her for a popular sorority girl. Jane, fifteen years later, no longer cared about the boy, but she still missed the sex. Sometimes her stored-up lust seemed unbearable.
Like right now. Watching those three naked boys with their handsome stiff-standing cocks, she felt such a rush of horniness that she almost moaned out loud. Her hungry pussy was achingly swollen, and her needy cunt was leaking a steady trickle of steamy-hot juice that moistened the crotch of her panties. If ever she needed a good stiff fucking, it was now.
But she was out of luck, as usual. All she could do was stand there in an agony of need and watch those three naked boys and their hard-ons. Suddenly Greg curled his fingers around his swollen rigid prick and began slowly pumping it.
"We better get back to the others pretty soon," he said, "but let's have a jack-off contest first. I got all horny talking about Miss Parker."
"Right on," Chet laughed. "Who wins, the first guy to come, or the one who shoots the farthest?"
"Both," Willie grunted, making them all laugh.
The three boys began pumping their stiff young cocks in their fists, aiming out over the water, working briskly. Jane knew it was totally improper for her to watch, and yet she couldn't tear herself away. She stared longingly at those handsome stiff pricks, thinking how badly she needed one of them. Jacking off seemed like such a waste.
But what was she thinking of? These boys were way too young for her, young enough to be her own sons. It was shameful of her to get turned on by such a sight. Yet she looked and looked, and all the while her poor starved gash grew hotter, wetter, more swollen. Soon the three boys started to pant, and Jane was panting right along with them.
She remembered back to her very first fuck, her one and only lover. She was twenty, and the boy, Stewart, a year older. They were sitting in the back of his parked car one dark night, safe in a deserted alley. Stewart was doing everything he could to persuade Jane to go all the way. And he was having some success. She was so horny, she could hardly control herself.
"Come on, baby, come on," Stewart crooned. "You know we both need it."
"I'm afraid," Jane said, which was true.
Stewart had gotten farther with her tonight than ever before. After seeing a movie, they'd parked, and he'd managed to undress her from the waist up. Feeling dizzy with longing, Jane had let him remove her blouse and bra, and now he was fondling her big naked tits with hot excitement. Jane's boobs were gorgeous, the size and shape of cantaloupes, capped with little rosy-red nipples.
Stewart eagerly molded then squeezed the hot satiny flesh of her tits, and Jane was amazed at how delicious it felt. Shy and withdrawn, she'd never had a boyfriend before, and of course no man had ever kissed her or played with her jugs. This was a first, and she was overwhelmed. She wanted Stewart to go on caressing her sensitive tits all night.
But of course Stewart wasn't content with that. He'd fondled and kissed her big heavy jugs for half an hour, even applying his tongue to her nipples and lashing them into stiffness. Now he wanted to see more of her, go farther. Jane wanted it, too, and yet she was afraid. It could hurt. She could get pregnant. He might not respect her afterwards.
"Baby, there's nothing to be afraid of," Stewart assured her. "Just let me touch all of you."
As he spoke, he was sliding his hand up her skirt. Jane felt his warm firm hand on her bare thigh, and she experienced a dizzying rush of lust. For the first time in her life she understood the word "horny." Her virgin pussy was flaming-hot and very wet. She felt the urgent need for something stiff and hard in her cunt. She knew she was dangerously close to giving in to Stewart.
"Oh, please," she whimpered, "we shouldn't."
"Bull," Stewart said. "We should do whatever makes us feel good."
He kept whispering to her soothingly, and all the while he was working his hand slowly up her bare leg. Finally he touched the damp hot crotch of her panties. Jane blushed furiously, yet at the same time she felt heart-pounding desire. No boy had ever touched her there before. It was thrilling. Her virgin cunt leaked a big rush of hot juice.
"I can feel that," Stewart panted. "I feel you getting wet for me. You want it."
Jane felt too confused and embarrassed to reply. She lay back against the seat of the car, trembling and dizzy, wondering what to do. She desperately wanted to find out what fucking was like, but still she hesitated. Meanwhile Stewart wasn't wasting any time. He slipped a finger inside the crotch of her panties and touched her naked gash.
"STEWART," Jane gasped.
"Easy, easy," he crooned. "I'm just touching you. Touching can't hurt anything."
She let his voice lull her into submission. She really wanted him to touch her pussy, knowing instinctively that it would feel good. He ran his finger up and down the scalding-hot slick flesh of her slit, and sure enough, she felt sharp sensations of pleasure. He felt around and located the tiny firm lump of her clit. Placing a fingertip on the moist little button, he began to rub it.
"Oooooo," Jane squeaked.
She'd never felt anything so delicious in her life. Modest and repressed, she'd never played with her own clit before, and she'd had no idea that it was the source of intense pleasure. Stewart, who'd been around a little, knew just how to rub her hot little joy button, and soon she was panting loudly and creaming all over his stroking finger. Whatever he was doing to her, she wanted more.
"Feels nice, doesn't it, honey?" he whispered.
"Umm-hmmm," Jane moaned. "UMMM."
Her whole pussy seemed to melt with pleasure. She slumped back against the seat and enjoyed it, Stewart's finger massaging her clit steadily, deliciously. As he worked, he began to ease down her panties. Jane vaguely felt it, yet she couldn't bring herself to stop him. At last she felt him slipping her panties off over her feet, then easing her down on her back.
"Stewart, no, we mustn't," she whimpered.
"I gotta have you," he panted. "I'm dying. Look, Jane, just look at this."
He was kneeling between her legs, and Jane dizzily opened her eyes, then gasped. In the faint starlight she could see something long and pale and stiff protruding from the fly of his pants. She'd never seen a cock before. She gawked at it. It looked enormously long and thick. And he wanted to put that huge thing into her virgin box.
"Oh, my God, Stewart, NO," Jane gasped.
But it was too late. The frantically horny young man threw himself heavily onto her, and she felt the rock-hard head of his cock jamming into the tight but juicy mouth of her cunt. She pushed at his shoulders and whimpered in protest, but he was already pushing his cock into her, stuffing her tiny snug twat, taking her cherry. With one final shove he plunged his prick clear to her womb.
"OHHHHH," Jane wailed.
She stopped struggling. She'd expected her first fuck to hurt, but it didn't. It felt fantastically good. She loved having that thick hard meat deep inside her horny little box, loved Stewart's quick deep thrusts. Her molten-hot cream gushed around his cock as he balled her, and she felt herself rising rapidly toward a black-out of pleasure.
Jane had had her first orgasm that night, and after that she was Stewart's slave, ready to go to bed with him whenever he wanted her. She knew even then that she had more powerful needs and desires than most women. A few months later when Stewart dumped her, it had almost killed her-not because she loved him, but because she needed the sex so much. Yet she'd never had another man, afraid of being dumped again.
That had been fifteen years ago, and since then she'd lived in an agony of lust, forced to masturbate just to keep her sanity. And the older she got, the more powerful her needs became. She knew it was time to do something about it. She needed a man, and she wasn't going to be bashful about it any longer. Just wait till this damned hike was over and she could be alone with Howard Martin!
But that was a whole long week away, and here she was hiding in the woods and watching three handsome teenage boys jerking off. As they pumped away, their pale blue-veined pricks got more swollen and rigid, dripping glistening globs of cream. Jane eyed the three engorged cocks ravenously, and she felt her hand creeping toward her crotch.
She had to, she just had to. She was so achingly horny, she could have died. She wouldn't be able to keep her mind on her responsibilities if she didn't get some relief. Ashamed but desperate, she slipped her hand inside her shorts and panties and touched the red-hot firm lump of her clit. She placed a fingertip against the throbbing button and began to rub it.
"Ummmmm," she murmured. "Oh, God, yesss."
As she frigged herself, she kept her eyes glued to the three boys. They were as excited as she was, their eyes closed, their faces twisted in horny grimaces. They were nearly thirty feet away from her, but she could hear them panting and groaning.
"Oh, Christ," Greg gasped, "I'm gonna shoot."
The three boys opened their eyes and watched Greg's cock. His fist flew up and down the milky-white column of stiff flesh, and then suddenly his prick lurched violently and shot a stream of thick come halfway across the pond. Greg groaned hoarsely and pumped till his cock went limp and empty.
"There," he gasped, "try to beat that."
Red-haired Willie was right behind him, whimpering with excitement as he pumped his rigid swollen cock, then yelping as he began to shoot his load. The thick white cream jetted out over the pond, but not as far as Greg's. Willie grinned and shrugged. Chet was still furiously pumping his stiff engorged dick.
Jane watched avidly, all the while rubbing her swollen soaked clit. Dizzily she imagined herself boldly walking in on the boys and using those gorgeous hard-ons for herself. She imagined how great it would feel to take one stiff young cock after another. Then she scolded herself for having such disgusting thoughts. But as Chet moaned and shot his load into the water, she came right along with him, her red-hot joy button spasming with pleasure.
-"I win again," Greg said triumphantly. "We better get back to the troop now."
Jane hastily wiped her cream-smeared finger on some leaves, then hurried back to her young hikers, feeling thoroughly ashamed of herself. She'd have to do something about her unbearable lust, yes-but this was not the time and place to do it.
CHAPTER TWO
By late afternoon the weather was so hot that Jane called another halt. The boys were glad to stop. Grimy and sweaty from their long hike, they looked eagerly at the little lake nearby. Some of the boys started to strip, then hesitated, remembering that their leader was a woman.
Jane made a hasty announcement. "You boys go ahead and swim here," she said, "and I'll go back down the trail to the stream we just saw. We'll meet back here in an hour."
The boys gave a whoop of approval and started tugging off their clothes even before Jane was out of sight. She hurried off to find her own private bathing place, glad that she'd been able to allow the boys their customary skinny-dipping. She was looking forward to a little skinny-dipping herself.
She found the stream, followed it, and at last came upon a natural swimming hole that looked very inviting. Quickly she removed her backpack, then her clothes. The cool forest air felt wonderful on her naked body, and when she dived into the pond, the water felt even better. Jane luxuriated in it, swimming around lazily.
After awhile she emerged from the water to find the soap she'd left in her pack. She paused a moment on the grassy bank, stretched, and enjoyed the freedom of her nakedness. Looking down, she noticed with some satisfaction that her big breasts were as high and firm as they'd been in her twenties, her body just as sleek and trim. She smiled.
She might not have been so at ease, if she'd known she had an audience.
When the rest of the Troopers threw off their clothes and raced for the lake, Greg stayed behind. He waited till they were all in the water, horsing around and not likely to notice his absence, and then he crept off down the trail in the direction Miss Parker had taken. He made his way quickly but quietly. All the while he was smiling to himself.
Even when he'd been a student in her English class, Greg had considered Jane Parker a knockout. She wore rather prim clothes and did her hair in that silly bun, but she couldn't disguise her lovely face or hide her terrific figure. Greg used to get hard-ons just from looking at her ass.
Now that she was leading the hike, Greg couldn't keep his mind off her. Sure, she was an older woman, but not that old, and her age hadn't affected her magnificent body. He wanted a better look at her-a much better look. It would be such a rush if he could catch her without her clothes. Of course every kid in the hiking club would have liked to see her naked, so he'd come alone, not trusting the others to be quiet.
He found the stream and followed it till he practically stumbled over Miss Parker's backpack. He quickly ducked behind a bush. Just in time, for as he peeked out between the leaves, he saw Jane stepping out of the water. His heart seemed to stop for a moment. She was completely naked, and the sight was breathtaking.
Miss Parker was coming right toward him-or, rather, the backpack-but then she stopped and stretched, lingering in a shaft of sunshine. Greg's eyes widened hugely as he studied her full round tits and pretty little rosy nipples. She had great knockers, the biggest he'd ever seen. His eyes glided down to her bush, a small triangle of glossy dark-brown curls. He almost moaned.
Her body was even more gorgeous than he'd imagined during all those hours when he mentally undressed her in class. Greg had been around a little and had even made it with several girls, but in his eyes none of them could compare with Jane Parker. It would be like comparing elves with a goddess. He wanted her, wanted her desperately.
Of course, he told himself, that was out of the question. A respectable older woman like Miss Parker wouldn't want anything to do with a teenage boy. And maybe his friend Willie was right-maybe she didn't care for sex, period. But none of that was going to keep him from watching her. Well-concealed behind the thick bushes, he had an excellent view of the bank and swimming hole.
Miss Parker stretched again, her big round boobs rising and falling, then smiled. She seemed to be day-dreaming about something pleasant. She strolled over to her pack, her gorgeous big jugs quivering with her movements. She took soap and a towel from the pack, then walked back to the pond. Greg noted that she had a terrific ass, too, small and firm and perfectly round.
She stood on the edge of the pond, soaping herself. When she raised one leg to reach her pussy, Greg had a brief glimpse of scarlet flesh fringed with dainty brown curls. That just about did him in. He felt his cock rising in the tight confinement of his jeans. It got hard as a rock, tenting his fly.
He couldn't help it-he started to think of how it would be to ball Miss Parker.
He imagined having her naked on the grassy bank, lying beneath him, her fantastic body writhing in ecstasy as he worked his stiff cock in her. It was a delightful fantasy, but a million-to-one shot in real life. And it didn't do a thing for his achingly stiff cock. He watched Miss Parker step into the water and swim around to rinse the soap from her body.
"Oh, Christ," the boy muttered.
It was agony to watch her and know that he couldn't have her. It might almost be better to go back and join the rest of the troop. But he wanted one more brief look at her whole body, something to think about that night when he jacked off in his sleeping bag. He could pretend he was fucking Miss Parker and that she was loving it.
He crouched and waited, and presently Jane got out of the water and came to return the soap to her backpack. She placed it in the soap dish, stood, then hesitated. She was so close, Greg could see the water dripping off the glistening brown curls of her little muff. Then to his horror, he realized she was looking right at him. Dammit, he hadn't been as well hidden as he'd thought!
"Come out of those bushes," Miss Paraker commanded. "I see you."
Jane was horrified to know that one of the boys had been watching her all during her naked bathing. She was so rattled that she ordered the kid out of the bushes immediately. Only then did she realize that she'd forgotten to dress. She turned scarlet as Greg rose from his hiding place. Quickly she held her towel in front of her.
"How dare you spy on me, Greg?" she snapped. "How long have you been there?"
He gave her a sheepish smile. "Oh, uh, not long, Miss Parker," he stammered. "I guess I came across you by accident."
"Why aren't you with the other boys?" Jane demanded.
"I just wanted to be alone," Greg lied.
"But you knew I was coming this way," Jane said angrily. "I believe you did this on purpose, Greg, and that was very improper. You're going to have to be punished. When we get back, I want you to turn over all your candy bars to me."
Greg couldn't help snickering. Candy bars? Hell, that was nothing compared to the chance to see Miss Parker naked. He was the only guy who'd seen her tits and bush and ass. That was worth giving up chocolate for. But when he laughed, Miss Parker glared at him.
"And what's so funny, young man?" she snapped.
"Uh, nothing, ma'am," Greg said, trying to compose his face.
"You were laughing at something," Jane said. "I want to know what it was."
Greg figured he couldn't be in much worse trouble than he already was, so he said frankly, "Well, ma'am, I was thinking that giving up my candy bars was worth it. You've got the most beautiful body I ever saw."
Jane's face flamed, and for a moment Greg thought she'd faint with mortification. She was speechless. Now she was sure she should never have come on this damned hike. It was hard enough controlling teenage boys in the classroom. Out here in the woods, where they outnumbered her a dozen to one, it was going to be impossible. What was she going to do to punish Greg's impertinence? Spank him?
The boy was taller than her and certainly stronger. He was damned attractive, too, she had to admit. With his thick sun-bleached blond hair and deep tan, he looked very sexy. Her eyes ran quickly up and down his lean firm body. She noticed, to her horror, that the crotch of his jeans was bulging with a stiff hard-on. She knew he'd gotten it from watching her naked.
It was all so embarrassing, and she didn't know what to do. Wanting time to think, she said, "You'd best go back to the others, Greg. I'll be along in a moment."
She turned from him, only to realize that her back side was naked. Again she heard Greg snicker. Face flaming, she whirled on him. The boy tried to assume a serious expression, but he couldn't. His eyes gleaming mischievously, he suddenly darted forward, seized her towel, and whisked it away. Jane gasped in horror.
"Greg, you give me back my towel," she cried.
"Catch me," he laughed.
He started running around the grassy bank, and Jane rushed after him, her big full tits wobbling furiously. She was a good runner, and soon she managed to grab the edge of the towel. She pulled one way, Greg the other. His fiendish grin made her all the more angry, and she pulled very hard on the towel. Abruptly Greg let go of his end, and Jane squealed as she went down hard on her ass.
The next thing she knew, Greg was on top of her, wrestling her flat to the grass. He pinned her with his superior weight, and she found she couldn't wriggle loose. She glared at him. The boy was glassy-eyed with lust, not laughing any more. He brought his mouth down hard on hers, kissing her hungrily.
"UMPH," Jane cried.
She couldn't wrench her face away. She felt Greg's long slick tongue snaking deep into her mouth. His bulging hard crotch pressed urgently against her damp little muff, and his lean hard chest flattened her big heaving tits. For the first time in fifteen years she had a male body pressed against her. She experienced a dizzying wave of lusty excitement.
Stop that, she told herself, stop it right now.
It was insane to get excited over a young boy trying to rape her. She was a responsible adult, in charge of this whole hike, and she couldn't possibly lose her self-control. She knew this, and she pushed hard against Greg's shoulders as he kissed her. But at the same time, her long-denied pussy tingled and glowed with need.
For his part, Greg was almost out of his mind with horniness. He knew he could get into big trouble by forcing himself on Miss Parker, but he just couldn't resist. He was at a time in life when his sexual drive was strongest, and it easily overruled his brain. He knew only that his cock was achingly stiff and that he had to find some relief. The best relief would be Miss Parker's juicy hot cunt.
Jane was fighting a battle within herself. She told herself that it was only human to get turned on after fifteen years without sex, but that she wouldn't let it carry her away. She'd scold Greg and threaten him with punishment by the school authorities. Her duty was clear. But, dammit, it was hard to ignore the burning need in her hungry little slit, hard to ignore Greg's fine hard cock rubbing against her muff.
Finally he broke the kiss, and Jane gasped, "Greg, let me up at once. You know you'll be punished if you go any farther. You could be expelled from school."
"I know," the blond boy moaned, "but, Jesus, Miss Parker, I'm so horny I could die. Please, help me out."
Jane gawked at him, blushing furiously. The kid was asking her to fuck him. "Greg, don't be ridiculous," she cried. "I'm your teacher. I'm old enough to be your mother. Let me go right now."
His response was to wriggle a little farther down her sleek naked boy and bury his face against her huge thrusting tits. He began to kiss the hot silky globes, and Jane felt his touch like an electric shock. Her big breasts were extremely sensitive, and his firm hot lips felt terribly pleasant. Her long-denied cunt leaked a little spurt of steamy sticky juice.
"Greg, s-stop that," she stammered.
The boy paid no attention, of course. She hadn't really expected him to. She'd been teaching adolescents a long time, and she knew how powerfully horny a boy could get, how his restraint and common sense could go right out the window when he had a cock-stand. She knew Greg wouldn't stop until he got his rocks off. What in the world was she going to do?
Dizzily she thought how easy and simple it would be just to give in to him. All she had to do was open her legs and let him slip his cock into her. It would be over in minutes, Greg restored to his senses, her struggle finished. And it would feel so damned good. She admitted to herself how much she wanted to feel that gorgeous hard-on inside her starved little cunt. She ached for it.
But of course she wasn't going to do that. Morality and duty made it completely out of the question. All she could do was lie there and endure the boy's frantic pawing, waiting for a chance to escape. Greg had kissed all over her round ripe tits, and now she felt his slick hot tongue lashing her dainty red nipples. It felt marvelous. Her hungry cunt leaked another rush of steamy cream.
"G-Greg, nooo," she whimpered.
It was so embarrassing. She was trying to act stern and unmoved, but her whole body was quivering with need. To make matters worse, her nipples were stiffening with arousal under the boy's lapping tongue. She couldn't stop it. The soft rosy buds grew into rigid throbbing points, becoming even more sensitive to his tonguing. Jane almost moaned with horny excitement.
"You've got to stop," she told him desperately. "This is all wrong."
Greg heard her but didn't reply. He was just too excited to speak. It was like a dream come true to have Miss Parker's gorgeous naked body underneath him, to be able to play with her big naked tits. In lusty fascination he watched her pretty little nipples grow stiff under his lapping tongue. He couldn't control himself, couldn't leave her lovely body alone. He opened his mouth and brought it down around her left nipple.
"Nooooo," Jane moaned, her voice hoarse with need.
His mouth felt so good around her tender stiff nipple. It was scalding hot, juicy, wet. He began to suck her nipple, and she barely stifled a cry of pleasure. The lovely sensations streaked from her nipple right down to her moist hot pussy, and once again her famished cunt leaked a big flood of juice. She was achingly horny, dying to be fucked.
It just didn't seem fair, dammit. She'd waited all these years for the chance to be with a man again, and her first opportunity had to be with her own teenage student. Greg would gladly have balled her, of course, but she couldn't permit it. Relief was right there, in the form of his swollen young cock, yet she couldn't have it. She could have wept with frustration.
Greg was sucking noisily on her nipple. It felt so damned nice. Presently he released it and stared at her with hot glazed eyes. "Oh, wow, Miss Parker," he sighed, "you've got the most fantastic tits."
Jane blushed furiously. "Greg," she said, "I understand how you feel right now. I realize that you're very, uh, horny. But you'll regret this later, don't you see that?"
"I'd never regret balling you, Miss Parker," Greg said adoringly.
So there it was-he didn't intend to release her until they'd fucked. Jane knew right where she stood, but she didn't know what to do about it.
Again she pushed as hard as she could at the boy's shoulders, but she couldn't budge him. His legs pinned hers. She didn't want to hurt him by clawing or hitting his face, and she sensed that it wouldn't do her any good. He could still overpower her.
She tried to think of some other way to persuade him-and then she felt his hand creeping into her crotch. She stiffened, bracing herself for what was sure to be a delightful feeling. Greg cupped and pressed the damp triangle of her curly little bush, then eased his hand between her thighs and touched the scalding-hot moist flesh of her pussy. She felt instant and dizzying excitement.
And so did Greg. He'd had a few girls, but never had he felt a gash so hot and slick and inviting. He almost came in his jeans, he was so aroused by actually touching Miss Parker's naked pussy. He'd learned a few tricks while making out, things the chicks really got off on, and he decided to use them on Miss Parker. It was a long shot, but it would be terrific if he could turn her on.
He searched out the firm little lump of her clit. He pressed a fingertip against the moist hot button and began to rub. Miss Parker flinched and gave a little gasp. He was almost sure he felt a hot rush of juice from her cunt, wetting his finger. But when he looked at her, she had that same stern and cold expression.
"Greg, take your hand away," she demanded., "You mustn't touch me there."
"Just touching won't hurt," the boy moaned.
Touching won't hurt-those were the very words Stewart had said to her so long ago, just before he took her virginity. Well, she didn't have her virginity to worry about now, but she had her pride and her reputation. She couldn't possibly let one of her own teenage students fuck her. It would be scandalous, disgraceful. She just couldn't let it happen-no matter how desperately she wanted it.
She kept pushing at Greg's shouders and whimpering in protest, but his stroking finger wsa getting to her. It felt marvelous to have her clit frigged. He rubbed gently but steadily on her hot little joy button, getting her almost insanely aroused. Again she couldn't help thinking how wonderful it would feel just to open her legs and take his swollen young cock.
No, she told herself, no, you can't do it. It's wrong. Yet she wanted it so badly, she could have screamed.
Greg's finger stroked faster and faster on her horny hot love-bud. Steamy juice poured from her starved little cunt, soaking the boy's hand. Jane suddenly realized that if she didn't do something, right away, she was going to lose her self-control and let the kid fuck her. But how was she going to make him stop? He wouldn't rest until he got his rocks off. If only there was some other way that she could bring him off.
Then she knew what she had to do. While Greg went on panting and rubbing her clit, she reached down and found the fly of his jeans. Quickly she tugged the zipper open and reached inside. She found his swollen throbbing cock and drew it out of his pants. Her excitement was dizzying as she touched a stiff prick for the first time in fifteen years. It was maddening to know that she couldn't have it in her seething wet cunt.
As she curled her fingers around the boy's rigid prick and began to pump it, Greg stared at her wonderingly. Then his face lit up. Miss Parker was turned on! She was going to cooperate. She was so excited, she was playing with his cock.
"Oh, Miss Parker, WOW," Greg moaned. "Terrific. Play with my cock, yeah."
Jane blushed furiously but went on pumping his hot silky dick. Greg grinned and went back to frigging her soaked little joy button. She knew what he was thinking. He was sure that in another moment or so she'd let him fuck her. Oh, God, if only that could happen! She was dying for it. But her conscience wouldn't let her do it. She pumped his cock faster and faster.
"Oh, man," Greg whined, "OHHHHH."
It was a mind-blower to have Miss Parker playing with his prick, to feel her hot little fist zipping up and down his swollen meat. She must be pretty excited to do that. Soon he'd sink down between her legs and ram his cock into her hot little cunthole. He almost came just thinking about it. Then she gave his cock an extra-hard squeeze, and to his dismay, he did come.
"AWWWWWW," Greg bawled.
Jane felt his sizzling come splattering all over her belly. She dropped his cock like a hot potato and wriggled out from under him. She found her clothes and dressed as fast as she could. Greg lay on the grass, looking at her mournfully.
"I'll see you back at the camp, Greg," she said sternly. "We'll decide on your punishment when we get back to town."
He watched her stride away down the trail. He still had her sticky cunt-cream on his fingers. He was positive now that she'd been turned on to him and that with a little more effort he could have gotten her to fuck. He wasn't finished with her yet-and next time she wouldn't get the chance to jack him off.
"See you later, Miss Parker," he muttered.
CHAPTER THREE
In spite of the upsetting incident with Greg, Jane and her troop made good time that day. By evening they were nearly halfway to their goal, Green Mountain. They camped and cooked their dinner by a river. Jane retired to her tent as early as she could.
She was tired, but she also wanted to be alone and decide what to do about Greg's misbehavior. She hadn't confiscated his candy bars as she'd threatened to do. The other boys would have wondered why Greg was being punished, and it would have been too embarrassing to explain. She didn't want the others to know that he'd spied on her when she was naked, then tried to ball her.
She finally decided that Greg's punishment would be best left to his regular leader, Howard Martin. She'd talk to Howard when they got back to town and let him decide what to do. In the meantime she'd just have to hope that Greg behaved himself. He was a naturally mischeievous boy, and he might have other surprises in store for her.
Jane had always slept naked when she camped out, but she debated about it tonight. What if some emergency came up and she had to get out of her tent in a hurry? It wouldn't do to run naked in front of a dozen teenage boys. She compromised, leaving her shorts and shirt close by her sleeping bag where she could easily reach them. Then she settled down to do a little reading by the gas lantern.
Meanwhile, not far away, Greg was waiting for his companions to go to sleep. He just had to have another try at seducing Miss Parker, but he couldn't very well do that with nearly a dozen other boys watching. They all lay in their sleeping bags, not far from her tent, and he had to wait until the very last blabbermouth drifted off to sleep.
Only then did he creep from his sleeping bag and approach Jane's tent. Wearing only his jockey shorts, he sneaked up and peered through a crack in the flap. He saw Jane lying in her sleeping bag, reading a book. She was uncovered from the waist up, and she wasn't wearing a stitch of clothes. Greg's cock gave a horny twitch. He was really in luck tonight.
He remembered how great it had been to play with Miss Parker's big silky tits that afternoon. Her large round boobs had been so soft and warm and delicious to touch. Now, spying, he could see them again, the creamy globes capped with little red nipples. His eager young prick began to stiffen in his shorts.
The question was, how to approach her? He knew Miss Parker was already pretty teed off at him about this afternoon. He couldn't just drop in for a chat-or could he? Maybe that was the only way. If he snuck in or forced his way in, she'd really have a fit. But however he did it, he just had to touch her lovely naked body again. And somehow he had to go all the way with her.
"Oh, Miss Parker?" he called.
Jane started, dropped her book, and hastily pulled the sleeping bag up over her bare breasts. "Who is it?" she called. "What do you want?"
Greg stuck his head in, grinned, and said, "Hi, it's me. I just have to talk to you. About today, I mean. It's been on my mind."
Jane, assuming he was there to apologize, said, "Of course, Greg. Come in and sit down."
He entered, and to her embarrassment, he was wearing nothing but jockey shorts. She reminded herself that this was probably routine when Howard was leading the troop, and that the boys couldn't be expected to bring pajamas just because their temporary leader was female. She tried not to look upset. Greg sat on the canvas next to her sleeping bag.
"About today," he began nervously.
"I understand," Jane said, smiling. "I know your emotions carried you away, Greg. As you get older, you'll learn to control them better-you'll have to, or you'll end up in trouble. I hope you understand that."
"Oh, yes, ma'am," Greg said earnestly. He was glad she'd interrupted him and taken over the conversation. Once inside the tent, he hadn't had the slightest idea what to say. He sat there pretending to listen attentively, all the while eyeing the ripe cleavage of her tits. If only she'd lower that sleeping bag just a little!
"Anyhow," Jane was saying, "I've thought the whole thing over, and although I was upset by what you did, I don't feel it's my place to punish you. I'm going to leave that to Mr. Martin when we get back to town. In the meanwhile, Greg, I assume I'll have no more trouble from you?"
Well, that depended on what she meant by "trouble." Greg wondered if she'd consider a good long fuck as being trouble, because that's what he wanted to give her. He fumbled for a reply.
"Oh, wow, Miss Parker," he said, "I never meant to cause trouble in the first place. I just got carried away, I guess. I never saw a more beautiful lady than you. When I happened to find you undressed, I just went kinda crazy, you know?"
Jane blushed and lowered her eyes. She didn't want to pursue this embarrassing subject, and it wouldn't be good for Greg to pursue it, either. She couldn't help noticing that the crotch of his jockey shorts was bulging with a big hard-on. Just being with her and talking about the afternoon's incident had gotten him again. The sooner he left her tent, the better.
"Well, don't worry about it any more, Greg," she said quickly. "It's over now, and if you stay on your best behavior, I'm sure the punishment won't be too severe. Now I think you'd better go get some sleep."
Greg was desperately trying to think of an excuse to stay, and suddenly an idea came to him. He got to his feet, then pretended to stumble over the clothes she had piled on the floor. He yelped and fell right on top of Jane, contriving to open the sleeping bag a little at the same time. It looked like an accident, but Greg ended up holding her, his bare chest pressed to her naked tits.
"Oh, my God," Jane gasped.
It was like an electric shock to have his lean bare chest pressing hard against her sensitive naked boobs. Her tender rosy nipples rubbed the sleek hairless flesh, and she felt a sudden and acute attack of lust. The boy was so damned attractive, and she was so constantly horny. It seemed insane that they couldn't help each other out.
But of course she'd do nothing of the kind. She gave Greg a shy smile and tried to wriggle out of his embrace. He wasn't letting go. He held her, lying over her, and gazed at her with hot horny eyes. Slowly Jane turned beet red. She understood now that his fall hadn't been an accident, that he'd come to her tent for the sole purpose of fucking her.
"Greg," she said uneasily, "you heard me. Go to bed now."
"One kiss," he pleaded, his voice hoarse with longing.
He didn't wait for her permission. The next thing she knew, his mouth was jammed on hers, forcing her lips open, and his hot slick tongue was gliding deep into her mouth. Again she experienced dizzying lust. She felt the familiar glowing sensation in her pussy which reminded her of her constant horniness. She needed to be fucked so badly-but Greg was the wrong man.
He'd been her student. He was eighteen years younger than she was. And he was in her care, a child to an adult, for the duration of this hike. It would be totally immoral of her to make love with him. All this she knew perfectly well, but her love-starved pussy responded anyway, getting hot and moist and swollen. Her needy body didn't make any moral distinctions.
Her body knew only that there was a hard eager cock available to her if she'd just turn back the sleeping bag and open her legs. It would be as easy as that to get what she'd been craving for fifteen years. And, oh, God, was she tempted. Her passions were stronger than most women's, her need greater. It had been hell going all those years without a man.
While Jane quivered in his arms and fought with her conscience, Greg was busy. He was tongue-kissing her deeply, hungrily, but that wasn't all. Carefully and slowly, so she wouldn't notice, he was easing aside the covering of the sleeping bag. When he had it far enough open, he rolled inside and pressed himself against her totally naked body.
Jane gasped and wrenched her face away from his. He'd taken her completely by surprise when he rolled into bed with her. Now she cursed herself for sleeping naked. The only thing that protected her from his rock-hard young cock was his jockey shorts. She stared at the boy and found his eyes glazed with lust.
"Greg, get out of my bed," she hissed. "You just promised me you'd behave."
"No, I didn't," he panted. "I can't behave around you. I gotta have you, Miss Parker. I just gotta fuck you."
"GREG," Jane gasped.
For a moment she was too shocked to speak, and Greg took advantage of that moment. He pressed his face against her huge heaving tits and began to kiss them. His moist firm mouth was all over her big hot boobs, teasing and pressing the sensitive satiny flesh. Then he was licking her nipples, sending delicious sensations right down her body to her flaming-hot gash.
"Oh, nooo," Jane moaned.
She was right back in her maddening dilemma of this afternoon, aching for a lover she couldn't have. Greg's hot kisses on her tender tits were driving her wild with need, yet she knew quite well how wrong it would be to give in to the boy. Her poor starved pussy was swollen, searing-hot, and wet with her seeping cunt-juice. She would have given anything to be able to just let herself go with Greg.
Miserably she felt her little rosy-red nipples responding to his lapping tongue, going rigid and throbbing. She couldn't control the ravenous reactions of her love-starved body. She quivered, panted, and her aroused twat gushed more and more thick steamy juice. Her tits swelled up full and taut, and she fought the urge to embrace the boy, to urge him to make love to her.
"Greg, stop," she sobbed, "oh, please, stop."
As Greg kissed and licked her fantastic swollen tits, he had a faint hunch that he was getting somewhere. True, Miss Parker kept urging him to stop, but she didn't push him away, either. If she'd really wanted to stop him, she could have punched, kicked, clawed, or screamed for help. But she just lay there beneath him, quivering, protesting in that faint little voice. Did she secretly want him to continue?
He'd soon find out. Still kissing the hot pulsing globes of her jugs, he slid a hand down her sleek warm body till he found the springy curl patch of her bush. His hand trembled as he briefly petted the fine soft fur. Then he snaked a finger between the furry lips of her muff and found the firm moist lump of her clit. He began to rub it.
"OHHHHH," Jane gasped.
Greg's move had caught her off guard. She hadn't expected that sudden and dizzying burst of pleasure from her clit. It had gotten her wildly excited that afternoon when he massaged her joy button, and it was no different now. Before she could begin to control her reactions, her aroused cunt had spewed a big load of juice all over the boy's hand. Her whole pussy seemed to melt with longing.
"G-Greg, don't touch me there," she cried desperately. "Please, take your hand away."
His face was buried in her big heaving tits, his voice muffled. "You like it," he panted. "I can tell. I can feel you getting all wet."
Jane moaned in mortification. The boy knew way too much about female responses. He knew what it meant when her cunt drenched his stroking fingers with hot sticky cream. She wasn't going to convince Greg that she didn't want him, no matter how hard she protested. Her over-eager pussy would give her away every time.
His finger went on massaging her horny little love-bud, getting her more hotly aroused by the second. She was in danger of totally losing her self-control. What to do? If she really fought him, or if she screamed for help, the other boys would wake up and find them. But how to explain the fact that she and Greg were naked in bed together? No, she couldn't risk that. The others might get the wrong idea.
Suddenly she felt Greg taking her slick little clit between his thumb and forefinger. He kneaded the super-sensitive little lump, and it felt even better than his rubbing. Jane gasped and automatically arched her soaked pussy upward, pushing her clit into his kneading fingers. It felt so damned good!
Then she caught herself and went limp and unresponsive again. Under no circumstances must she let him know that she loved what he was doing. He'd already been too excited by her steadily creaming slit. But, God, it was hard to lie still and keep quiet when that fierce pleasure was radiating through her whole pussy.
"Please, Greg, no more," she moaned. "This can only lead to trouble. Let me go."
Greg determinedly went on kneading her moist little joy button, ignoring her words. He was almost sure she was getting off on it. His hand was positively soaked with her scalding cunt-cream, and even as she pushed at him she was digging her nails into his shoulders. If he could just hold her a little longer, he might drive her over the edge into uncontrollable need.
And though he didn't know it, that was exactly what was happening. Jane had bottled up her needs for too many years to be able to resist what was happening to her now. Greg rolled her horny little clit steadily, swiftly, between his fingers, and her pleasure mounted until she just couldn't think clearly. She felt she'd die if she didn't come.
"Uhhhhh," she moaned, "UHHHHH."
She felt her self-control slipping away. Her eyes fluttered shut, and she dug her nails sharply into the boy's shoulders. Then it happened, that monstrous and blinding explosion of pleasure deep in her cunt. She couldn't stop the violent orgasm, couldn't control it. She cried out hoarsely, and then her body began to rock.
"AHHHHH," Jane wailed.
Greg heard her hoarse ecstatic cry and felt her body convulsing beneath him. He felt her clit twitch and swell between his fingers. Her cunt gushed a huge load of molten cream all over his hand. Astonished, he raised his head and looked at her. Her lovely face was twisted in a grimace of pleasure, her teeth flashing.
"Ahhhhh," she moaned, "AHHHHH, GOD."
Greg broke into a broad grin. Miss Parker was coming, and HE had gotten her off. It was one of the proudest moments of his young life. Eagerly he went on kneading her clit, making her climax even more intense, watching her violent orgasmic convulsions. Finally her spasms faded away, and she caught his eye and blushed furiously.
"You got off, Miss Parker," he said triumphantly. "See, I knew you'd like it."
Jane had never felt so mortified in her life. She felt so ashamed at losing her self-control and coming while this teenage boy frigged her clit. Surely she had more will-power than that? How could she possibly have let her shameful lust overcome all her moral principles?
"I-I'm only human, Greg," she said miserably, "but I still know this is wrong. You've got to let me go now. I won't tell anyone about this, but please leave my tent right away."
"Uh-uh," he grinned, "not when I'm finally getting somewhere. Let me get you off again, okay?"
"Absolutely not," Jane gasped.
But already his hand was on her flaming-hot pussy again, stroking, exploring. Even though she'd just come like a bomb, Jane felt instantly horny. It was going to take more than one climax to make up for fifteen years without sex, she realized grimly. She moaned in protest and pushed at Greg's shoulders, but his hand stayedin her crotch.
"Easy, easy," he crooned. "You'll like this."
She knew that all too well. She'd love it if he went on playing with her pussy-that was just the problem. His finger found the soaked little mouth of her cunt and began to rim it swiftly. Jane barely stifled a cry of delight. Her hot cunt-cream gushed out to wet his finger, and once again she was quivering with need.
Greg was a lot more sure of himself now that he'd made her come. He knew Willie was wrong-far from despising sex or being frigid, Miss Parker was hot-blooded and very much in need of a lover. Sure, she had to protest and struggle, because she had a reputation to protest. But secretly she was loving everything he did to her.
Just to test his hunch, he eased his stiff middle finger up her cunt. As he buried the rigid rod in her fiery-hot juicy hole, Miss Parker stiffened, moaned, and then creamed hugely all over his finger. Greg grinned triumphantly. He was right-she was dying for some love-making. He quickly pushed his finger as deep as it would go in her scalding tight box.
"Ooooooo," Jane squealed.
Damn the kid, he'd discovered exactly the sensation she craved, something long and stiff in her starved little cunt. And, God help her, she just couldn't resist the pleasure of it. Greg began to finger-fuck her, jerking his stiff middle finger up and down in her gripping little box, and she was in ecstasy. Feverishly she jerked her pussy in time to his strokes.
"Oh, ohhhh," she whined, "OHHHHH."
As he worked his finger swiftly up and down in her hot pulpy cunt-hole, Greg raised himself a little and watched her reactions. Her eyes were tightly shut, her teeth flashing. Her whole luscious body was flushed pink with arousal. Helplessly she jerked her hips to the rhythm of his pumping finger. Her boiling cunt-juice filled and overflowed her tiny hot twat.
"Oh, my God," she panted, "OHHHHHH."
Suddenly her cunt gripped his finger like a vise, and she gave a sustained hoarse cry. Her big brown eyes popped open, rolled crazily, and then her body went into violent convulsions. She was coming again, her molten cream boiling around his stroking finger. Greg watched her gleefully. She sure as hell couldn't deny now that she wanted sex.
"AHHHHH, GOD," Jane wailed.
This was it, Greg decided, she couldn't possibly be more hotly aroused. Still pumping his finger stiffly in her gripping wet cunt, he used his free hand to tug off his jockey shorts. His achingly swollen young cock popped from its confinement, rigid and ready for action. While Miss Parker was still gasping for breath, he whipped his finger from her cunt and wriggled down between her warm silky thighs.
Jane felt the boy settling between her legs, and then the swollen hard head of his cock pressing urgently against the wet little mouth of her cunt. It was her very last chance to stop him. She could still push him away and clamp her legs shut. But never in her life had she wanted anything more than Greg's magnificent young dick. Her need overcame all common sense. She just lay there quivering with lust.
"Oh, Christ, Miss Parker," the boy moaned as he eased his cock into her.
"EEEEEE," Jane shrieked.
Her mind was blasted with pleasure as she took a stiff cock for the first time in fifteen years. It felt so incredibly good to have that thick hard meat stuffing her famished cunt. To hell with morality, to hell with the consequences-she just had to get laid. She'd die if she didn't get laid. She threw her arms around Greg and slammed her pussy up to meet the thrust of his prick.
"Oh, God, YES," she wailed, "do it to me, fuck me. Yes, yes, I WANT IT."
Greg could hardly believe his ears. But it was all very real-Miss Parker clinging desperately to him, working her boiling juicy cunt around the rigid impalement of his prick, hoarsely begging him to ball her. He grinned blissfully. Slipping his hands under her little writhing ass, he began to fuck her.
"Yes, yes, yes," Jane whined. "FUCK ME."
The fifteen long lonely years of frustration showed as she slammed her pussy feverishly up and down, moaning in ecstasy with each deep thrust of the boy's swollen cock. Her cream filled and overflowed her gripping box.
The fifteen long lonely years of frustration showed as she slammed her pussy feverishly up and down, moaning in ecstasy with each deep thrust of the boy's swollen cock. Her cream filled and overflowed her gripping box. Within seconds she was coming, and it seemed as if she couldn't stop.
"Oh, God, I love it, I love it," Jane babbled.
Though Greg was violently excited, he managed to ball her till she'd come half a dozen times. Then he yelped and shot his sizzling load into her fiery gripping twat. He'd scarcely finished coming before she wriggled out of his embrace and burst into tears.
"Oh, my God, what have I done?" Jane sobbed.
"Hey, Miss Parker," Greg said, "we didn't do anything wrong. It was terrific. Just take it easy."
He drew her into his arms, knowing his cock would be hard again very soon.
CHAPTER FOUR
Jane woke the next morning stiff and bruised from the prolonged love-making she and Greg had shared until late in the night. As she remembered the cause of her stiffness, she moaned with mortification. How could she have done such a foolish and dangerous thing?
In the calm and realistic atmosphere of the early morning, it seemed incredible that she could have gone to bed with a teenage boy. She couldn't believe she'd risked her career and her reputation just for one fuck. But of course it was true. She remembered all too vividly how excited she'd been, how wantonly she'd behaved. She felt so ashamed of herself, she wanted to die.
She realized that her fifteen years of loneliness had caught up with her. Greg's flirtation had unleased a violent flood of need, a flood she hadn't been able to control. One session of love-making hadn't been enough for either her or the boy. They'd kept at each other like rutting animals till Greg's cock simply wouldn't get hard another time. Yet here she was, waking up horny again.
Jane despaired of ever satisfying her continual lust. One thing was for sure, though, she was in charge of a dozen young hikers, and she'd better pay attention to her duties. She dressed and grabbed a quick bite to eat, and then she was leading the Central High Troopers out for the second day of their hike. She hoped the brisk walking would take her mind off her worries.
To her relief, Greg didn't leer at her or try to get her attention. He fell into line with the other boys and behaved as if nothing special had happened last night. Jane was very glad, for she would have found it hard to look him in the eye. What must he think of her, after the outlandish way she'd behaved? He must consider her no better than a whore.
But there Jane was wrong. As they hiked that day, Greg kept stealing adoring glances at her from behind. To him she was the most fantastic woman alive. Their love-making had totally blown his mind. He was used to reluctant girls his own age, quick sessions in parked cars. Miss Parker had been passionate, willing, and eager for more. He just had to make love to her again.
He sensed from her manner this morning, however, that she was embarrassed about the whole episode and would just as soon forget it. He oculd understand that. She was a teacher, an adult, with a reputation to protect. Why, the town would be scandalized if they learned that Jane Parker had fucked one of her own students. Yes, Greg understood Jane's dilemma-but he wasn't going to let it stop him.
They hiked, and he watched Jane's adorable little round ass bobbing in her tight shorts. He watched her good long legs, and occasionally, when she turned, he could see her big ripe thrusting tits poking out under her khaki shirt. He knew he wouldn't rest until he was balling her again. But he'd just have to be patient and wait for the right moment to approach her.
At the end of the day they came to a large forest clearing which seemed perfectly suited for their camp. There was a stream nearby for water and bathing, and the ground in the clearing was soft and mossy. Jane gave the boys permission to go skinny-dipping, telling them that she'd go in the opposite direction and look for firewood.
She wouldn't have minded a little dip herself, but after her last experience, she was cautious. Greg probably wasn't the only boy who'd thought of sneaking up on her and spying when she had no clothes on. So she reluctantly skipped her bath and went to find dry wood for the camp fire. She wandered for some time among the trees, picking up wood here and there.
Unknown to Jane, a figure followed close behind her, darting silently from tree to tree. When she finally sat down to rest, the figure crouched behind some bushes and watched her. Greg had managed to slip away from his companions again, and was wondering just how to approach Miss Parker without frightening or upsetting her.
Jane noticed a little stream near where she was sitting. She sat very still and listened for awhile, but she couldn't hear any voices or movements. She was positive that she was alone this time. She decided on a quick swim. She just had to wash the dirt and sweat from her body after that long all-day hike.
To Greg's delight, Miss Parker stood up and began taking off her clothes. He watched in fascination and lust. Once again he saw her big round jugs and pretty little rosy nipples. Once again he saw her tall sleek curvy body. Her dainty dark-brown bush especially turned him on. Now he knew what it concealed, and he remembered how scalding-hot her pussy had been last night.
Jane waded into the stream, and Greg started to strip.
She found deep water, dived in, and swam around. It was great to feel clean again. The water felt so nice that she hated to get out. She delayed, floating on her back, looking up at the tops of the trees. Then out of the corner of her eye, she caught movement.
She whirled and saw Greg coming down the bank toward her-stark naked. He'd surprised and frightened her so, she almost screamed. But when she regained her composure, she felt mad as hell. Was that darned kid going to follow her everywhere? Wasn't she going to have a single moment of privacy on this trip? Didn't he realize how risky it was for them to be together naked out in the open?
"Greg," she snapped, "what are you doing here?"
He swam right up to her and paddled close. "I just wanted to be with you," he said.
Jane's heart softened a little. The kid was obviously wild about her, and after the way she'd behaved last night, she couldn't blame him for thinking she'd want to see him again. But she had to make him understand that any further contact was impossible.
"Greg, listen to me," she said. "What we did last night was terribly wrong, and it mustn't happen again. We could get into awful trouble. Now I want you to dress and go back to camp with the other boys."
He stared at her unbelievingly. "You can't really mean that," he said. "You want me-I know you do. You liked it so much last night. You can't change that fast."
Jane blushed scarlet. She couldn't blame him for being astonished. Last night she'd gone wild with the pleasure of his fucking, begging him for more and more of it. Today she was cold and distant. No wonder the poor kid was bewildered. Still she couldn't give in to him again. She knew what was right and proper, and it wasn't an affair with a boy young enough to be her son.
"I'm sorry, Greg," she said. "I like you a lot, and I know you're disappointed. But we just can't be alone together again, and that's that. I think we'd both better get back to camp now."
She turned and started to walk out of the water, but then she felt Greg's arms closing around her waist from behind. He pulled her tight against him, and she felt his stiff young cock sliding between her thighs and rubbing urgently against her pussy. Her first reaction was a wave of lust so powerful that she almost collapsed.
That marvelous young cock had felt so good to her last night, and it would feel just as good right now. She'd been horny all day, even though she'd struggled to ignore it. Oh, God, how wonderful it would be just to lie on the grassy bank and let the kid ball her silly like he'd done last night. She needed it urgently.
But she vowed grimly that she wouldn't succumb to her shameful lust again. She'd be strong this time. She seized Greg's arms and managed to break his grip, then fled from the pond. She raced for her clothes, but Greg was right behind her. He caught her again from behind, and they went tumbling to the grassy ground. He rolled her onto her back and threw himself heavily on top of her.
"Greg, NO," Jane gasped. "I'm not going to bed with you again, and that's final."
The blond kid moaned with frustration. She could feel his cock, hard as steel, rubbing urgently against her belly and leaving a wet little trail of sticky prick-cream. "One more time won't hurt," he pleaded.
"Two wrongs don't make a right," Jane said sternly. "It's not right for a teacher and student to get involved. I won't do it, Greg. Let me go."
In desperation Greg jammed his mouth down on hers, kissing her roughly. He knew she was right, yet he couldn't let her go. All he could think about was how delicously hot and wet and tight her cunt had been the night before, and how desperately he wanted his stiff meat inside her again. He couldn't let her go until he'd fucked her one more time. He worked his tongue in her mouth, prayng she'd get aroused.
Jane was aroused, all right, far more aroused than she'd have liked. She struggled and made muffled sounds of protest, but Greg's deep tongue-kiss, his naked body pressing against hers, and his rigid drooling cock poking her belly-all were exciting her out of her mind. She really meant to keep her word and not fuck him again, but it was the hardest thing she'd ever done in her life.
His hands sought out her big heaving tits and closed eagerly over the big ripe globes. Jane felt that all-too-familiar glowing and melting sensation in her pussy as the frantically horny boy began to mold and squeeze her tender tits. She couldn't help recalling how fantastically good it had felt to have his rigid thick cock inside her, jabbing and pounding.
Greg gripped her big heaving jugs possessively, and now he applied his thumbs to her little rosy-red nipples, rubbing back and forth. The scarlet buds quickly went stiff under his stroking, and when he released them, they poked hard against his chest. Jane felt her tits swelling up taut and full with arousal.
She tried to think clearly. Would Greg ever tell on her? If she could be sure of his silence, what harm would it do to let him ball her again? Damn it, she needed it so badly. But she couldn't be sure. Boys and men were known to brag about their conquests. She didn't want Greg telling the whole troop that he'd been fucking their leader. It would cost her her job.
So much against her will, she kept pushing at his shoulders and trying to throw him off. He kept kissing her and fondling her tits, his superior weight pinning her to the ground securely. And the longer he held and fondled her, the more horny she got. She was getting toward the danger point, close to losing her self-control and giving in to her powerful lust.
Finally she managed to wrench her mouth away from his and gasp, "Greg, PLEASE. Let me go. I don't want to do this."
"You do, too," he panted. "I know you do. You loved it last night. I'll just bet you're all wet for me again."
To her horror, he shoved his hand between her legs and felt the blazing-hot moist flesh of her pussy. She wasn't as soaked as she'd been last night, but her gash certainly wasn't dry either. Greg searched out the tiny moist mouth of her cunt and wriggled his middle finger inside. Jane stiffened and gave a little hoarse moan as he worked his finger clear to the last knuckle in her tight little box.
That stiff presence felt so good. She tried to control herself, to hide her pleasure, but her treacherous cunt gave her away. It unleashed a big burst of steamy juice all around Greg's finger. Jane blushed furiously. Now he had to know how aroused she was, how desperately she needed his cock.
"I felt that," Greg moaned. "I know you want to get it on. Please, no more games. Just let me fuck you."
"Absolutely not," Jane groaned.
But Greg wasn't about to give up. He was certain that his beautiful teacher secretly wanted him to ball her. He had his stiff middle finger fully lodged in her cunt, and he used it. He worked the rigid rod swiftly up and down, just like a hard eager cock. He felt Jane stiffen again, heard her gasp. More scalding pussy-cream drenched his finger. He frigged her even faster, sure that he was on the right track.
"Noooo," Jane whined.
Damn him, he'd found just the trick to get her hopelessly horny. She loved the sensation of his stiff finger working swiftly up and down in her greedy little box. With her last ounce of strength she once more pushed against his shoulders and tried to throw him off, but it was no use. He was too heavy and too strong for her. She gritted her teeth, trying to blot out the stunning pleasure she felt.
"You want it," Greg was insisting, "I just know you do, Miss Parker. You loved it last night. Your cunt was so wet and hot. You asked me for more."
"Oh, please, don't talk about that," Jane moaned.
She felt so humiliated when she recalled her wanton behavior with the boy last night. She'd acted as if she were drunk. And in a sense she was, drunk with lust. Her need had been so overpowering, after fifteen years without sex, that all her modesty and dignity had vanished. But it was different now. She could control herself now.
Or could she? It was getting harder by the second to think clearly. Greg's pumping finger was arousing her to a fever pitch of need. She felt she couldn't survive unless she had a climax. Her greedy cunt gripped his finger as he frigged her, and her scorching-hot juice soaked his finger and overflowed her tight-squeezing box. She was almost out of her mind with lust.
Why not let him bring her off? Then she could think more clearly. Greg, thinking she'd given up, worked his finger furiously in her juicy hot cunt-hole. His jerking finger made a lewd squishing noise as it reamed the cream out of her tight little twat. Jane arched her pussy upward, moaning hoarsely.
"AHHH," she wailed.
Greg felt her cunt gripping his finger like a vise. Her body began to rock, her full ripe tits wobbeling. Her eyes rolled crazily, and her teeth flashed in a grimace of ecstasy. Greg breathed a sigh of relief. She was coming at last. He felt his finger drenched with her gushing juice.
"Ahhh," Jane moaned. "AHHH, GOD, YES."
She let herself go completely, enjoying the body-rocking climax. For long wonderful moments she was convulsed with pleasure. Greg kept working his stiff middle finger in her nipping cunt, intensifying her enjoyment. At last the lovely spasms passed, and she lay flushed and gasping for breath. Greg withdrew his finger from her cunt and looked down at her adoringly.
"See, I knew you wanted it," he said. "Now let me ball you, Miss Parker. That'll be even better."
Jane reddened. She wanted desperately to give him what he wanted. She wanted it, too. More than anything in the world, she wanted to feel his thick young prick in her starved little cunt. It almost killed her to deny herself that much-needed release. But her stern conscience told her what had to be done.
"Uh, not just yet, Greg," she said quickly. "We still have a little time. Let me play with your cock."
It was embarrassing for her to talk that way, but necessary to her plan. She remembered how she'd escaped him the first time by jacking him off before he could fuck her. If she was careful, that trick would work again. She gave him what she hoped was an enticing smile.
Naturally Greg was flattered. He was proud of himself for getting this beautiful older woman so aroused that she'd asked to play with his prick. He grinned and said, "Sure, Miss Parker, whatever turns you on."
He rolled off her, onto his back, and Jane crouched beside him. She eyed his young cock with intense longing. It was a handsome prick about seven inches long and quite thick. It sprang from a small blond bush and pointed right up at the sky. The stalk was milky-white and laced with faint little blue veins. The head was deep red and knob-shaped.
His cock looked so delicious to her. She watched the slit-mouth of his prick ooze little glistening bubbles of juice, and she had the wild urge to plant her lips there and taste his cream. Then she scolded herself. She wasn't here for kinky sex-games. She was here to jack him off as fast as she could.
She reached out and curled her fingers around the thick base of his cock. It was silky, hot and throbbing, very exciting to hold. She began moving her fist gently up and down the warm pulsing column of his cock, and Greg shivered with lusty excitement and moaned hoarsely. It was clearly a tremendous turn-on for him to watch her playing with his dick. It wouldn't take long to jerk him off.
But she had to be careful. She'd already pulled this trick on him once, and he was bound to be on guard for it. She smiled at him and worked slowly, as if she were only fooling around. Greg blissfully smiled back at her, still unsuspecting. Very gradually and carefully Jane increased the speed and pressure of her pumping.
"Oh, wow, Miss Parker, that feels terrific," Greg sighed.
It was blowing his mind to have this beautiful older woman eagerly playing with his cock. She looked so gorgeous kneeling there naked, her magnificent big boobs quivering, her pretty face wreathed in a sexy smile. Her thick glossy brown hair had come loose from its prim bun and was cascading down below her shoulders. Greg watched her blissfully.
Big bright globs of juice bubbled from his swollen cock-head and trickled down to wet her fingers. It made her pumping slick and easy. Jane was getting very excited as she jacked him off. She'd never had a chance to play with a man's cock before. Unable to resist, she reached out with her free hand and cupped his rosy hairless nut sacs. She gently massaged the swollen hot bags.
"Ohhh, MAN," Greg gasped. "Yeah, far out. Play with my balls, too, Miss Parker."
He imagined how his best buddies, Chet and Willie, would react if he told them that he and Miss Parker had been naked together, and that she'd played with his prick and balls. They'd never believe him, of course. It sounded too good to be true. Every guy in school wanted to ball Miss Parker, but none of them would believe that HE had actually scored.
Her hot little fist felt terrific on his achingly swollen cock. It was doubly exciting to have her steadily squeezing his nuts. Greg sighed ecstatically and felt himself rising steadily towards orgasm. He could get off so easily. Get off? Hey, wait a minute. He stared hard at Jane, and now he understood the meaning of her smile.
"Oh, no, you don't," he yelped.
"What?" Jane cried.
Greg rolled away from her, out of her reach. "You were trying to jack me off again," he growled, "but I'm not gonna fall for that trick twice."
He lunged at her, and Jane gave a squeal of alarm and lost her balance. She fell to her hands and knees and started to crawl away from him. Greg leaped onto her back, bringing her heavily to the ground. He covered her, pinned her, and even her most frantic efforts couldn't dislodge him. His arms closed around her waist and held her firmly in place.
"Greg, let me go," she sobbed. "Sure, I'll let you go, teacher," the boy snarled, "just as soon as I fuck you."
"NOOO," Jane wailed.
He was forcing her legs open with his knees. She felt him sink down between her thighs, his belly pressing hard against her ass. Then she felt the rock-hard swollen head of his cock banging against the tender slick flesh of her pussy. It took him a moment of frantic jabbing before he hit the mark. Jane gasped as his thick steel-hard prick plunged deep into her cunt.
"Oh, Jesus, YEAH," Greg whined.
Once again his cock was buried to the hilt in his teacher's wonderfully snug juicy box. Blissed-out, he forgot everything but the incredible joy of balling her. He began to slam his cock as fast and hard as he could in the steamy pulp of her cunt. His belly smacked loudly against her little round ass with each furious lunge of his prick.
"Oh, ohhh, OHHH," Jane wailed.
Just as she'd feared, that first rough plunge of his cock had made her unbearably aroused. She had to have more and more of it. She couldn't bear to struggle any more, couldn't stand to make him stop. She surrendered totally, moaning and clawing the grass. Nothing mattered now but having Greg fuck her.
An hour later, when Greg appeared back in camp, his friend Chet hurried over to him and said, "Jesus, man, where've you been? I was really worried about you. Didn't see you all the time I was swimming."
"Aw, I decided to go for a walk instead," Greg quickly lied.
Chet didn't buy it. "You gotta be kidding," he said. "Going for a walk on a hot day like this, when you could be swimming? You sure you're all right?"
Greg saw that his lie wasn't going to convince Chet, and he couldn't think of any other excuse for missing the troop's traditional skinny-dipping. In fact, he was very tempted to tell Chet the truth. He was bursting with pride over his seduction of Miss Parker, and he wanted to brag about it. But would Chet accept his story?
"Okay," Greg said, "I didn't go for a walk. What I really did-but you wouldn't believe me."
"Whaddya mean?" Chet said. "I know you're no liar. Go ahead, lay it on me. What did you do out there in the woods for an hour?"
Greg glanced around to see if any of the other boys could overhear them. Satisfied that they were alone, he said, "Now you're the only one I'm telling this to, and you got to keep it a secret. I was balling Miss Parker."
Chet stared at him. He stared and stared, his mouth slowly dropping open. Then at last he burst into laughter. "Aw, come on," he roared, "you're shitting me. Good story, Greg, but try again."
Greg felt a little annoyed. He frowned at Chet and said, "I'm not shitting you, man. This isn't the first time I got it on with her, either. We did it last night in her tent. And I'm telling you, she's really hot stuff. But if you don't wanta believe me...."
He trailed off and started to walk away. Chet grabbed his arm and said, "Hey, wait, Greg. I'm sorry. I mean, it just sounds so fantastic. But if you say it's true, I believe you. Jesus, how did you ever get her to do it in the first place?"
"She wasn't too wild about it at first," Greg admitted. "But I kinda coaxed her into it. She's afraid for her reputation, you dig, but she really loves to fuck."
Greg went on describing his adventures with Miss Parker, and he was so detailed and convincing that Chet really began to believe him. Greg had never lied to him before, so why start now? When they'd finished talking and had gone to join the others for dinner, Chet thought long and hard about what Greg had done. It really was a mind-blower, getting it on with beautiful Miss Parker.
Chet could only come to one conclusion. If Greg could ball Miss Parker, then he wanted to do it, too. Of course every guy in the troop wanted to get into her pants, but it was just a dream to them. They knew better than to even try. But Greg had actually done it, and Chet wouldn't rest until he'd done it, too. He figured he was just as well prepared as Greg.
Unlike Greg, who'd only had a few hurried fucks with girls his own age, Chet had had some pretty thorough experience with love-making. The previous summer, when he was fifteen, he'd done yard work for a lonely, horny divorcee. She'd seduced young Chet and taught him just about everything there was to do in bed. Chet figured the experience would come in very handy when he seduced Miss Parker.
His mind made up, Chet waited till dark when all the boys were in their sleeping bags and nodding off. Then he crept to Miss Parker's tent, which was some distance from the boys, and peered through a crack in the flap. What he saw was enough to give him an instant hard-on.
Miss Parker was just getting ready for bed. As Chet spied on her, she slipped off her shorts and shirt, emerging in just a skimpy set of black lace panties and bra. She unhooked the bra and drew it away, and Chet gawked at the finest pair of knockers he'd ever seen. Everybody knew Miss Parker had big tits, of course. Even her customary prim clothes couldn't hide that. But he hadn't realized they'd be so beautiful.
Her tits were big and heavy but perfectly firm, not a sag or a wrinkle to them. They stood up full and round, and they were capped with adorable little rosy-red nipples. Her full boobs quivered slightly as she stooped to slip out of her panties. Chet held his breath. As she stepped out of her panties, he gawked at her lovely little dark-brown bush.
She had a little pan of water and some soap in her tent, and she started washing herself. Chet watched with hot longing. He would have loved to just burst in there and force himself on her, but of course that wouldn't work. She'd yell for help, and he'd be in a world of trouble. He had to think of some other way to get in.
Meanwhile he watched. He was fascinated with the rise and fall of her big ripe jugs, with the sweet little triangle of her muff. She had a fantastic body, all right. Greg was one lucky bastard. But according to Greg, Miss Parker just had to be coaxed a little, and then she'd be ready to make love. Chet figured he knew just how to coax her.
But first he had to have an excuse to get into her tent. He waited till she'd washed herself and dried off. He watched her climb into her sleeping bag and pick up a book. Now was the time to make his entrance. He stood back a little and called out, "Oh, Miss Parker, could I talk to you, please?"
Jane was startled. She hoped to God it wasn't Greg wanting another round. She felt so confused and guilty about this afternoon, she just had to be alone to think. Nervously she pulled the sleeping bag well up over her bare breasts.
"Who is it?" she asked.
"Chet," came the reply.
Jane breathed a sigh of relief. "Come in, Chet," she called.
He entered with a polite smile. He certainly didn't look like much of a threat. He was hardly taller than Jane herself, and he was a little wiry guy, tough but slim. He was wearing just his jeans, no shirt or shoes, and his black hair was slightly rumpled from the night breeze.
"Just what's the problem, Chet?" Jane said, smiling indulgently.
Chet's heart pounded. Miss Parker looked so damned pretty with her shoulders bare and her thick glossy brown hair hanging down. His cock was hard as a rock. He hoped she wouldn't notice that obscene bulge in his fly. He cleared his throat and spoke carefully.
"Aw, I don't wanta sound like a sissy," he said, "but I wonder if there's bears around here. I heard some weird noises in the bushes."
Jane stifled a laugh, not wanting to embarrass him. "Why don't you just sit here with me for awhile, Chet?" she said. "You can go back to sleep when you feel better."
Chet beamed. That was just what he wanted to hear. He sat beside Miss Parker's sleeping bag, and they chatted for awhile, but all the time he was plotting how to make his move. At last a desperate idea came to him. Praying it would work, his heart knocking, he rose to his knees.
"Well, I guess I'll go back to bed now," he said, "but I just wanted to tell you, Miss Parker, I think you're a real swell lady."
Apparently overcome with emotion, the boy leaned forward and planted a kiss on Jane's mouth. She was completely taken by surprise, and for a moment she didn't resist. Little Chet was quite a kisser, clearly more experienced than Greg. His slick tongue explored her mouth slowly and sensuously. Jane felt a tingle of lust which she immediately scolded herself for.
She put her hands on his shoulders and gently pushed. Chet snaked his arms around her and pulled her tight against him. The sleeping bag slipped down as he moved, and Jane felt her naked tits pressing against his bare chest. She blushed and pushed harder at his shoulders. Chet tightened his grasp on her. Suddenly it wasn't an innocent kiss any more.
Jane wrenched her face aside and gasped, "Chet, that's enough."
He didn't relax his grip. "Oh, wow, Miss Parker," he groaned, "you're so fuckin' beautiful. I just gotta have you."
Jane couldn't believe her ears. For the second time on this hike, a teenage boy was boldly coming on to her. Her mind reeled. Meanwhile Chet was forcing her down on her back, and he was amazingly strong for such a small boy. He lay half on top of her, his hard chest flattening her big full tits. He kissed her again, ravenously, working his tongue deep into her mouth.
"UMPH," Jane exclaimed.
This was serious business. She had to make Chet stop, get him out of her tent, but she was afraid to call for help. The other boys might misinterpret what they saw. She pushed hard against his shoulders but couldn't budge him. He was pawing her sleek naked body, and at last his hands came to rest on the big heaving globes of her tits.
"Oh, man," Chet whined, breaking the kiss.
He raised himself a little and gawked at Jane's lovely round jugs. They overflowed his hands. They were hot and silky and throbbing, terribly exciting to touch. Chet moaned and began to caress the satiny globes. Miss Parker gave a little shiver and turned beet red. She seemed shaken and confused.
"Ch-Chet," she panted, "shame on you. You know this isn't right. Please get out of my tent this minute."
Wild horses couldn't have pried Chet loose at that moment. He was holding and caressing Miss Parker's fantastic naked boobs, and he wasn't about to let go. He ran his thumbs back and forth over her pretty little red nipples, and to his delight, they went stiff and hard with his touch. His cock was so stiff, it ached.
"Please, Miss Parker," he sighed, "just relax and get it on with me. I'll never tell anybody. But I'm so horny, I could die."
Jane had just become aware of that. She could feel the boy's steel-hard cock right through his jeans. The stiff bulge was pressing against her belly. She couldn't help thinking how easy and pleasant it would be just to lie back, open her legs, and let the kid fuck her. God knows she needed it. She'd just balled Greg a few hours ago, but it seemed as if the more she fucked, the more she wanted.
But, dammit, it was quite out of the question to make it with Chet. She was in enough trouble already. It was bad enough to make it with one student, a boy young enough to be her son. She certainly didn't intend to take on another. While Chet hungrily fondled her tits, she kept pushing at his shoulders.
"Chet, I'll do no such thing," she said. "You're going to be in big trouble if you don't let me go. I'll tell Mr. Martin when we get back, and you could be expelled from school."
That was it, her big weapon, and it seemed to have no effect at all on Chet. The black-haired kid just stared at her with glazed horny eyes. To her dismay, Jane realized that he was too far gone to listen to reason. He was going by his balls, not his brain, and he wouldn't rest until he'd gotten his rocks off. As with Greg, she just didn't know what to do.
Suddenly Chet flattened himself on her and buried his flushed hot face against her naked jugs. She felt him kissing her big sensitive tits all over. Then his wet tongue snaked out and teased her nipples. She felt a dizzying burst of lusty excitement. Her pussy started to cream and swell. And when Chet sucked her tender left nipple into his mouth, she almost moaned with pleasure.
The boy sucked her tit furiously, making a lewd wet slurping noise. Jane felt her boobs swelling up taut and full with arousal. Her cunt began to leak a little trickle of hot sticky juice. Once again she was in grave danger of losing her self-control. After so many years without sex, she felt as if she just couldn't get enough fucking.
Stop it, she scolded herself, be sensible. You can NOT make love with this boy.
"Chet, I'm warning you for the last time," she said, "let me go. You'll be in terrible trouble if you don't."
Chet knew he was in trouble. Miss Parker wasn't coming around at all. Unless he turned her on and got her to cooperate, he'd be punished when they got back to town. Desperately he recalled everything his older mistress had taught him last summer. There was one thing that had always turned her on like crazy, and he decided to try it on Miss Parker. He prayed it would work.
Jane felt him release her stiff spit-soaked nipple and start to ease himself lower in the sleeping bag. She didn't understand what he was doing. She watched dizzily as he vanished under the covers. Then she felt him forcing her legs open and snuggling between them. She gave a yelp of alarm, expecting the hard thrust of his cock-yet, she realized, he still had his jeans on.
"Chet," she gasped, "what are you DOING?"
No answer. She felt his hair tickling her inner thighs, then his breath, hot and moist, fanning her naked pussy. She blushed furiously. What in the world was he doing down there with his face right in her snatch? She pushed aside the covers and gawked. Sure enough, Chet's black hair was meeting the glossy brown of her muff, and his face was right in her crotch.
"CHET," she squealed, "STOP THAT."
He didn't respond. Suddenly Jane felt the most delicious sensation she'd ever experienced in her life. Something hot and wet and slick was massaging the highly sensitive lump of her clit. She looked again. Chet had parted the furry lips of her bush, exposing and isolating the little red lump of her clit. He was lapping her joy button with his tongue.
"Oh, my God," Jane moaned.
Her mind was blown. She'd never experienced oral sex before, and had thought of it as nasty and perverted. And how had a teenage boy learned to give head? It was all very bewildering. But one thing she knew for sure, it felt fantastic. She hadn't believed such pleasure was possible. Chet's tongue swished back and forth on her tender little love-bud, and her whole pussy seemed to melt with bliss.
What to do? Of course she should stop him-or so said her conscience. But she loved what he was doing to her, and she might never have this experience again. Her love-starved body was responding rapidly, powerfully, to his expert pussy-eating. Her slit was swelling up, growing steamy-hot, and her cunt was leaking fragrant warm juice all over the boy's chin.
"Chet," she groaned, "you'd better not do that."
She knew she didn't sound very convincing. Her voice was hoarse with longing, and her cunt-cream was soaking his chin. She could barely keep from wriggling her hips and jerking her pussy in time to the delicious strokes of his tongue. But she knew it was wrong to let herself go with a mere boy.
Chet of course paid no attention to her protests. He knew he was making progress at last. He could feel Miss Parker's hot sticky twat-cream on his bobbing chin, and he could feel her gorgeous mature body quivering with arousal. She obviously liked what he was doing, even though she couldn't bring herself to admit it. So he'd just keep on eating her pussy till she couldn't control herself any more.
Chet didn't know just how close he was to achieving that goal. Jane's mind was totally blasted with pleasure. She'd never felt anything so wonderful in her life as Chet's wet hot tongue teasing and caressing her horny little joy button. Her tiny red clit was swelling up, throbbing, becoming more sensitive by the second. Soon she was hovering on the brink of climax.
"Ohhhh, Chet, nooo," she whined. "Please, stop, please. Ahhhhhhh, AHHHHHHH."
She was coming, and she couldn't stop it. Her body began to rock and writhe, and she couldn't stifle a prolonged hoarse cry of ecstasy. Chet felt and heard it all, and he knew what was happening. As Miss Parker's molten-hot cunt-juice drenched his face, he jammed his mouth onto her clit and sucked it furiously, making her orgasm doubly intense.
"EEEEEEE," Jane shrieked.
She almost blacked out with pleasure. It was the most powerful climax she'd ever had in her life. She was out of control, bucking, moaning, spewing sticky hot cunt-cream all over Chet's face and her own thighs. At last the dizzying convulsions passed, and Chet raised his cream-smeared face and grinned down at her.
"I figured you'd go for that," he said proudly.
Jane reddened with mortification. Once again she'd disgraced herself. Once again her wicked lust had overpowered her conscience. She knew damned well that it was dangerous and wrong of her to make love with a boy so young, a boy who had once been her student. Yet she'd done it again. What in God's name was the matter with her?
"Chet," she said miserably, "I admit I got carried away, but that doesn't mean it was right. Please, go back to bed now. I won't tell anyone about this, but we've got to stop right now."
Chet just grinned. He knew the key to her arousal now, and he wasn't about to quit. By God, if Greg could fuck her, then so could he. He quickly dipped his face back into her flaming-hot cream-soaked gash. She gasped and tried to wriggle away, but he seized her taut round little ass and held on for dear life. He stuck out his tongue and found the drenched little mouth of her cunt.
"OHHHH," Jane gasped.
It happened so suddenly that she didn't have time to prepare herself. Chet's tongue was rimming the sensitive little mouth of her box, and it felt fantastically exciting. Though she'd just had the most powerful climax of her life, she felt intensely horny again. Her hot little box gushed a big load of juice, and Chet lapped it right up and swallowed it with a greedy gurgle.
He was saving his best trick for last. This was something that had always driven his divorcee mistress right up the walls. He suddenly stuffed his tongue as far as he could into Miss Parker's cunt. The thick wet meat stuffed her small slick box, probing nearly to her womb.
"Eeeeeee," Jane whined, "EEEEEEE."
As Chet began to tongue-fuck her, she stopped fighting entirely. She just couldn't resist the stunning pleasure she felt as the boy worked his stiff tongue hard and fast in her famished little twat. Her legs fell wide open, and she flopped back unresisting, her eyes rolling crazily, her teeth flashing in a horny grimace.
"Ohhhh," Jane wailed, "OHHHHH."
Chet knew he'd won. Miss Parker was in a state of unbearable arousal, her cunt gushing molten-hot juice around his jerking tongue, her lovely ripe body quivering with pleasure. He kept working his tongue in her box, but at the same time he fumbled with his jeans and got them off. His rigid young prick popped out, stiff and drooling.
Jane felt him easing his tongue out of her cunt. He raised himself to his knees, and she dizzily eyed his stiff young prick. It was a beauty, about six inches long and quite thick, the rosy knob-like head leaking a steady stream of juice. His small black bush, his swollen rosy nut sacs, looked so handsome to her. God help her, she just had to fuck him.
"I'm gonna ball you now, Miss Parker," Chet said hoarsely, "and I bet you're gonna love it."
Jane blushed, but to her shame she couldn't bear to speak or move. She made not a gesture of protest as Chet sank down between her hot silky thighs and pressed the hard red head of his cock to the moist little mouth of her cunt. He groaned with excitement as he worked his meat into her. His stiff thick cock filled her twat deliciously.
"Oh, Jesus," Chet whined. "FAR OUT."
Miss Parker's cunt was fantastically snug, much tighter than that of his divorcee mistress. Her box was red-hot, too, and very juicy. He whined ecstatically as he began to ball her. He worked his swollen dick fast and hard and deep in the fiery pulp of her cunt. She didn't try to stop him. She just lay there panting, her legs wide open to him.
"You like it, Miss Parker?" Chet panted. "Feel good to you?"
Totally in the grip of her powerful lust, Jane cried hoarsely, "Oh, yes, Chet, YES. It feels wonderful. Fuck me, fuck me HARD. Oh, God, yes, don't stop."
Chet beamed. Greg hadn't lied to him. Not only did Miss Parker love to ball, but she was just as good as Greg had claimed-tight, passionate, delicious to fuck. He felt her eager little box growing tighter and tighter around his jerking meat as she quickly rose to climax.
"Don't stop, don't stop," she whined.
"Don't worry, Miss Parker," Chet moaned, "I'll ball you forever if you want."
CHAPTER SIX
Early the next afternoon, Jane and her Troopers reached their goal, the top of Green Mountain. As a reward, Jane gave the boys permission to spend the rest of the day swimming, exploring, or just lying around, whatever they chose. She intended to study the plant life on the wooded mountain.
"I'll be away a few hours," she told the boys. "I want one of you in charge, to keep track of the others and find me in case of an emergency."
"I'll do it, Miss Parker," Greg said.
"Very well, Greg," Jane agreed.
She felt a little strange about choosing Greg, but she knew he was a responsible boy and a natural leader. Also, if he was in charge, that meant he couldn't follow her into the woods, which was a big relief to Jane. She had enough to worry about already, now that she'd let herself get involved with Chet. She left the boys and went off alone, eager for the privacy.
Chet and his pal Willie, a husky red-haired kid of sixteen, watched her go. "Oh, man," Willie sighed, "Miss Parker sure is beautiful."
Chet grinned at him. He wondered if Willie would believe him if he said he'd spent half the night fucking their lovely leader. Probably not. "Yeah," Chet agreed, "I bet you'd like to get into her pants."
"Well, wouldn't you?" Willie said.
"I already have," Chet blurted.
Willie gawked at him, Chet reddened a little. He hadn't actually meant to tell on Miss Parker. In fact he'd promised her he would never tell anyone. Now he felt ashamed of himself. But fortunately Willie was his best friend and could be trusted to keep a secret.
"Look, Willie," Chet added quickly, "I shouldn't have said that. I promised her I wouldn't tell. So just forget it, will you?"
"Jeeze," Willie said wonderingly, "you're not shitting me, are you? I mean, you really balled her, didn't you?"
Chet was getting more uneasy by the second. "Yeah, yeah," he said, "but I wasn't supposed to tell. Promise you won't say anything about it."
"Sure, Chet," Willie replied, "whatever you want. But I wish you'd tell me about it. How'd you get her to do it? How was it? Come on, man, I won't fink on you, but at least tell me what it was like."
Chet decided that was a fair deal, so he sighed and began, "Well, last night I asked to see her in her tent, and we got to talking."
He went on to describe the episode as accurately as he could. He didn't realize the effect he was having on Willie. The red-haired kid listened wide-eyed to his story, feeling very horny. By the time Chet had finished, Willie wanted more than anything in the world to duplicate his friend's conquest of lovely Miss Parker. He was determined to ball her before the hike was over.
In fact the sooner, the better. But there was Greg keeping an eye on all the boys, and it would be impossible to sneak away. Willie thought about it and came up with an idea. He walked over to Greg and signalled that he wanted to speak to him in private.
"Look, man," Willie said, doing his best to look embarrassed, "I gotta, you know, take a crap, and I just can't do it in front of other guys, you dig?"
Greg, feeling very fatherly in his role of overseer, nodded sympathetically and said, "Yeah, I can dig it. You go ahead, and I'll see that nobody follows you."
That was exactly what Willie wanted. He set off in the opposite direction from the way Miss Parker had gone, but as soon as he was in the woods, he doubled back and followed her. In about fifteen minutes he could see her ahead of him on the trail. Willie quickly ducked behind a tree and plotted his next move.
Miss Parker was investigating the plants along the trail, taking notes and pictures. Every time she stooped for closer inspection, her adorable little round ass filled and stretched her skimpy shorts. Willie stifled a groan of lusty longing. Ever since hearing Chet's story, he hadn't been able to think of anything else but fucking her. But could he actually do it?
The way Chet told it, she'd taken quite a bit of persuasion, but then she'd been eager. Willie wasn't too sure about his powers of persuasion. Unlike Chet and Greg, he'd never been successful with girls. A big friendly bear of a kid, jolly but clumsy, he was still a virgin. If he couldn't persuade even the homeliest girl in class to go out with him, how was he going to make any time with a doll like Miss Parker?
Well, he'd just have to try, that was all. He knew she liked to fuck, once she was talked into it, and he couldn't pass up a chance like that. Gathering his courage, he stepped out from behind the tree and started down the trail toward Miss Parker. She caught sight of him and looked up in surprise.
"Willie, what are you doing here?" she said.
"I, uh, had to go to the bathroom," Willie said, blushing. Damn, she was so gorgeous, and he felt nervous as hell.
"You certainly walked a long way to do it," Jane said.
"I wanted to be sure I was alone," Willie said, "and then I ran into you. These woods sure are overpopulated."
Jane laughed and said, "Well, you just go on up the trail a little farther. I'll stay right here till you come back."
Great, just great. He'd wanted to stay with her, and she'd sent him away. Miserably Willie continued on the trail: Then he got an idea. He wondered if Miss Parker would be turned on if she saw his cock. He was rather proud of his cock-it was bigger than any of the other guys' pricks. Yes, he could contrive things so that Miss Parker couldn't help seeing it.
Willie stopped right in the middle of the trail, unzipped his jeans, and pulled out his cock. It was stiff as a board, just from thinking about what he'd like to do with Miss Parker. He pretended to pee, taking his time. He was in profile to Miss Parker, not looking at her, giving her every chance to gawk.
Jane was gawking, all right. At first she'd just been embarrassed. Willie must have thought he was out of sight, but she could see him plainly as he pulled out his prick and began to pee. Then her embarrassment changed to wonder. The kid was fantastically well-hung. She knew it was wrong to stare, but she just couldn't take her eyes off his cock.
Willie's pale white young prick was a good eight inches long and very thick. The other time she'd seen it, when he and his pals were skinny-dipping, it had been limp, but now it was a huge swollen monster. The fat head of his dick was like a big purple knob. Jane imagined taking a cock that size, the biggest she'd ever seen, and she felt a horny tingling in her pussy.
She felt ashamed of herself. She'd already fucked two teenage boys on this hike. Wasn't that enough? And Willie hadn't flirted with her-was she going to seduce him? No, that was a disgraceful thought. Yet she longed to experience fucking a cock that big. It would be incredibly exciting. She found herself almost wishing that the boy would come on to her.
Willie finally finished and started to zip his jeans. As he did so, he turned directly toward her. They both gawked at each other, and they both blushed beet red. Jane just couldn't stop staring at the boy's fantastically big prick. Willie couldn't stop staring at her. The awkward moment seemed to go on forever.
Finally Jane managed to blurt, "Oh, I'm sorry, Willie, I didn't realize you were right there." She tore her eyes away from his cock.
Willie grinned, knowing her excuse was phony. She'd been staring at his prick the whole time. He'd seen her out of the corner of his eye. Not bothering to zip up, his huge heavy prick wagging lewdly before him, he walked back to where she was standing. Again Jane blushed furiously but couldn't help staring at his cock.
Willie knew he was no good with words, so he just took her hand and placed it palm down on his dick. Jane gasped and flinched, but then her hand remained on the soft silky flesh of his rigid cock. She could feel the incredible hardness of his meat, the heavy throbbing. Her ever-hungry little cunt leaked steamy juice into the crotch of her panties. She fought the urge to curl her fingers around his big handsome prick and pump it.
Panting, Willie did it for her. He enclosed her small hand in his big paw and bent her fingers around his meat. It felt terrifically exciting to have a woman holding his stiff cock for the very first time. Gently he moved her fist up and down his engorged hot prick. Miss Parker seemed stunned, hypnotized. She just stood there gawking, letting him move her hand.
Jane was having a fierce debate with herself. One part of her mind said that it was wrong, under any circumstances, to make love to young boys.
Another part said that it didn't make any difference-she'd already fucked two of them, so why not a third? Willie was obviously ready and willing, and God knows she wanted his big cock urgently. Since they were alone, why not?
Still she hesitated, but Willie didn't. As long as he had her in this stunned state, he wanted to take advantage of it. Leaving her hot little hand curled around his prick, he reached out and quickly unbuttoned her shirt. He drew it open and eyed the fully-packed cups of her black lace bra. Her big creamy tits looked ready to burst out of the flimsy little garment.
Willie moaned and cupped her breasts. They just about overflowed his big hands. He kneaded and molded them, hotly excited to be playing with tits for the first time in his life. As he fondled her big hot jugs, he could feel her nipples harden right through her bra. His cock gave a horny lurch and leaked a big glob of juice.
Jane began to quiver with need. She couldn't help it. Ever since she'd rediscovered sex, she seemed to need more and more of it. It felt so exciting to have Willie playing with her boobs, and to be holding his huge swollen prick in her hand. And it would be so easy just to go on like this and let the boy fuck her. Only the faint voice of her conscience held her back.
Willie reached around her and unhooked her bra. He pushed it up out of the way and gawked at her large round jugs and pointed little red nipples. She felt his cock give another violent lusty lurch in her fist, and his scalding prick-juice trickled onto her fingers. She could imagine how the boy felt. She herself was so horny, she could hardly stand up. Her knees were turning to rubber.
Willie figured it was just about time to make his move. She hadn't protested when he put her hand on his dick or when he removed her bra and touched her naked tits. True, she seemed to be in shock, but at least she wasn't fighting him. With a horny groan he threw his arms around her and quickly drew her down to the mossy forest floor. Jane gasped and let go of his cock.
"Oh, Willie," she said, wide-eyed and blushing hotly, "we really shouldn't do this."
"Just let me kiss you," the boy moaned.
She really didn't have much choice. He was a big husky kid, taller and heavier than she was, and when he half rolled on top of her, she couldn't get away. Willie brought his mouth down on hers and kissed her clumsily but hungrily. Jane felt dizzy with longing, and by now the crotch of her panties was soaked with sticky cunt-cream.
Willie's big wet tongue stuffed her mouth. His hugely swollen cock rubbed her bare thigh, leaving a wet trail of juice. His hands were on her bare tits again, squeezing the satiny flesh, caressing her stiff and sensitive nipples. The boy was hers for the taking. If only she could silence the nagging voice of her conscience and just let herself go! She was achingly horny.
"Oh, wow, Miss Parker," Willie moaned as he came up for air, "you got me so excited, I just can't help myself."
He hoped that would excuse what he was doing. Boy, if she got mad at him now, he was in real trouble. But she'd made only one feeble protest, and now she was lying there quivering and panting while he fondled her naked boobs. She couldn't seem to make up her mind what to do. Willie prayed that she'd decide in his favor.
Meanwhile he was grabbing all the fun he could get. Although he'd never made love to a woman before, his instincts guided him. He pressed his flushed face against her big heaving tits and kissed the hot silky flesh. He stuck out his tongue and used the slippery tip to tease her rigid red nipples. He followed every Crazy impulse that came to him, and soon he'd jammed his mouth onto her right nipple and was sucking it like a hungry puppy. Miss Parker quivered beneath him, and he thought he heard her moan.
Jane had never felt so agonizingly horny in her life. Her pussy was painfully swollen, her cunt gushing thick cream, and she felt she'd die if she didn't take Willie's magnificent big cock. But still she knew how wrong it was, how much trouble she could get into, if she went on fucking every teenage Trooper who came on to her ."'She felt paralyzed with indecision.
Willie was sucking hotly, loudly, on her nipple, giving her delicious sensations. But he wasn't content to play with her tits for long. He figured Miss Parker might come to her senses at any moment, and that he'd better take all he could get while he had the chance. He ran his hand down her firm curvy body and slipped it inside her shorts. He felt the soft mound of her bush, radiating heat right through her panties.
"Oh, Willie, nooo," Jane whined, "you'd better not touch me there."
"Just let me see it," the boy begged. "Please, Miss Parker, just let me look. I never saw a pussy before."
Jane reddened. The kid was a virgin, it seemed. She really had no business leading him on like this. "Oh, no, Willie," she cried, "that would be wrong. Please, let me up. We'd better get back to camp."
But Willie was too hotly aroused to listen to reason. He rolled to his knees beside her and started fumbling with the zipper of her shorts. His fly was still open, his huge handsome cock sticking out obscenely, almost as if it were leering at her. Jane stared at it in horny fascination, and it leaked another big glob of hot cream. She felt her zipper being tugged down.
"Willie, NO," she cried.
"I'm just gonna look," he panted.
He wanted to do a lot more than look, of course, but at the least he wanted to see a real live pussy. He got her shorts unzipped and tugged them off even though she kicked and protested. Then there was just her skimpy black lace panties. He seized them and tugged at them. Jane seized them and pulled the other way.
"Willie, stop, this is crazy," she shrieked.
Glassy-eyed with lust, his big protruding cock weeping a steady stream of juice, Willie paid no attention to her desperate cries. He tugged harder at her panties, and the flimsy garment tore in half. Willie grasped the tattered pieces and tossed them aside. Then he gawked at her crotch.
It really was a pretty little thing, he decided. He'd heard all kinds of stories about pussies, from the exciting to the horrible, but the real thing was very nice. At the base of Miss Parker's belly was a pretty little triangle of glistening brown curls. Below that he glimpsed gleaming pink flesh inside a fringe of brown fur. Then she clamped her thighs shut and he couldn't see her slit any more.
"Please, Miss Parker," he whined, "just let me look at your pussy a little longer. I hardly even got a chance to see it."
"Absolutely not, Willie," Jane snapped. "You know this is wrong. Now let me up-I'm going back to camp."
"No way," Willie moaned, grabbing her and pinning her down. "I'm not gonna let you go till you show me your pussy."
The struggle was hopeless. Jane couldn't possibly overpower that big strong boy. The only way to end this embarrassing scene was to do as he wanted and get it over with. She looked up at him, blushing furiously.
"All right, Willie," she moaned, "I'll do it, but you must promise never to tell anyone."
"Oh, sure, Miss Parker," Willie agreed. "Just open your legs, please."
Still blushing hotly, Jane parted her legs widely and drew them back at the knees, fully exposing her pussy to the boy's popping eyes. She felt horribly embarrassed at displaying herself that way, but there was nothing she could do about it. Willie quickly knelt between her legs for a close view. He gawked, much to her mortification.
"Oh, WOW," the boy sighed.
He saw bright pink flesh inside a delicate fringe of brown curls. He could make out the fat little lump of her clit, the small shadowed mouth of her cunt, and even the little light-brown wrinkle of her asshole. It excited him hugely to be gawking at Miss Parker's naked gash, and his swollen cock gave another horny lurch and dripped big blobs of hot sticky cock-cream.
He'd promised just to look, but he couldn't resist touching, not with that gorgeous scarlet pussy right there in front of him. He was fascinated with the bright little bud of her clit, not knowing what it was for. Did girls pee out of that? He had to find out. He reached out and took the little button between his thumb and forefinger, giving it a little squeeze.
"What's this thing?" he said.
"Ohhhh," Jane gasped. His kneading fingers felt terrific on her clit. "T-That's my clit," she stammered. "It's just for giving pleasure."
Willie stared at the pretty little rosy bud. He rolled it between his fingers, and Miss Parker gave a hoarse moan. Hot sticky juice flooded over his hand. As inexperienced as he was, Willie realized that he was turning her on. He began to knead her clit faster, harder. Her big brown eyes rolled, and she moaned again.
"Oh, ohhhh, Willie," she whimpered, "you'd better not do that."
He grinned. Now he'd found the key to turning her on, and he wasn't about to stop. He went on kneading her hot throbbing clit, and she got more and more excited. Her eyes fluttered shut, and her teeth flashed, and her little cunt-mouth leaked a regular river of thick cream. Willie kept his eye on that tiny gushing hole. With any luck, he'd be putting his cock in there pretty soon. In fact, this might be the time to try. Miss Parker had her eyes closed in ecstasy, and she was off guard.
Willie took the plunge. With his free hand he quickly worked his jeans down to his knees. Then he dropped her clit and threw himself heavily onto her, knocking the breath out of her. While she struggled to get her breath back, he poked the rock-hard purple head of his prick against the searing-hot slick flesh of her pussy. Damn it all, he couldn't find her cunt.
"Oh, shit," Willie moaned, "SHIT."
Jane recognized the problem. The boy was a virgin and had never attempted to fuck before. He was having trouble finding her cunt. If she let him go on that way, his hot arousal would lead him to come against her pussy, and no harm would be done. But then she'd miss out on that gorgeous big cock. Lust overpowered her, and she made a decision.
Without a word she reached down, found his thick swollen prick, and eased it into her cunt.
"Oh, JESUS," Willie moaned. "Thank you, Miss Parker. Oh, man, that feels terrific."
The red-haired kid was in heaven. Not only had Miss Parker finally given in, guiding his cock into her cunt, but he was no longer a virgin. He plunged his engorged prick deep into the hot pulpy tunnel of her twat, pushing till his swollen nut sacs came to rest against her steamy gash. It felt wonderful. Her little box was snug, scalding, and juicy. Joyfully Willie began to pump his meat in her, working deep and fast.
"AHHHHHHH," Jane wailed.
His mammoth young cock felt even more exciting than she'd expected. It fully stuffed her horny little cunt, plunging all the way to her womb with each powerful thrust. Carried away with pleasure, she lost all her inhibitions and threw her legs around the boy's sweaty heaving back. She clung fiercely to him, steadily moaning her pleasure.
Willie wasn't sure if those hoarse moans signified joy or pain. He liked Miss Parker a lot and didn't want to hurt her. "I'm not fucking you too hard, am I, Miss Parker?" he panted. "Tell me if I'm being too rough."
"N-No, Willie," Jane gasped, "you're not too rough. I like it hard. Yes, that's good. WONDERFUL. Just keep fucking me like that, please."
Willie grinned blissfully and did exactly as she wanted.
CHAPTER SEVEN
The encounter with Willie had been very exciting, but it left Jane feeling more guilty and afraid than ever. She knew she simply couldn't go on balling her teenager Troopers. It could cost her her job and her reputation, not to mention Howard Martin's esteem. She firmly vowed to herself not to be alone with any boy for the rest of the hike.
That night she pitched her tent quite close to the boys so that no one of them could sneak in without the others catching him. The plan worked, but Jane woke the next morning feeling desperately horny. Well, too bad, she'd just have to suffer. She was determined not to take any more risks with her teenage lovers.
In the morning they started back toward town. Each day of the hike seemed hotter, and by late afternoon Jane was so sweaty and dusty that she couldn't stand herself. She called a halt and ordered everyone to have a bath. They'd been walking alongside a river which had plenty of natural swimming holes.
Jane left the boys at a large swimming hole and went off by herself, carrying her soap and towel and a change of clothes. After a ten-minute walk she found a small pool and waterfall well sheltered from the trail. It looked so inviting, she just had to choose that spot. She quickly removed all her clothes and set them to soak in the water. Then she dived in and began to soak herself.
Back at the big swimming hole, Greg was waiting for an opportunity to get away. He'd wanted to fuck Miss Parker so badly last night, but she'd pitched her tent too close to the other guys. Now he had another opportunity to be alone with her, and he didn't intend to miss it. When the other boys seemed occupied with their horse-play, he left the water and got dressed.
Just as he was heading into the woods, Chet caught up with him and said, "Hey, Greg, where you going? Miss Parker told us to stay here till she got back."
"Well, were are YOU going?" Greg countered, noting that Chet was dressed and headed in the same direction as he was.
Before Chet could reply, Willie joined them. He looked surprised. "Hey, where are you guys going?" he demanded.
They all looked at each other, and then Chet said, "Oh, I get it. Greg's on his way to make out with Miss Parker. Well, that's too bad, man, because I had the same idea."
"Me, too," said Willie. "Hell, what are we gonna do?"
Greg thought it over a moment, then grinned. "No problem," he said. "We'll all go."
"What are you talking about?" Chet said. "There's only one of her, three of us."
"Like I said, no problem," Greg replied. "We can get it on with her one after the other. All we have to do is talk her into it."
It didn't sound Ike a very promising idea, but what else were they going to do? None of the boys wanted to miss his chance with Jane, none was prepared to give up his turn. They all three set out together, and as they talked, it came out that they'd all gotten it on with their beautiful leader and teacher.
"Well, hell, that cinches it," Greg said. "She's balled all of us, so how can she refuse?"
"You know how she is," Chet said doubtfully. "She always argues at first. This isn't gonna be easy."
"But we gotta try," Willie sighed. "Man, I just gotta do it to her one more time."
"You and me both," Greg said. "We just won't take no for an answer, okay? And if she still says no, we'll threaten to fink on her, tell the whole town. That'll do it, believe me."
"I don't like that," Chet said. "I'd never fink on Miss Parker."
"None of us would, dummy," Greg said, "but she doesn't know that. We'll just let her think we're gonna tell. Then she'll do whatever we want."
Satisfied that Greg's plan was the best they could come up with, the three pals continued their search and soon discovered Jane's little waterfall and pool. There were heavy woods around the place, and they were able to sneak up within twenty feet. They lay on their bellies, peering out through the brush.
Just then Jane emerged from the water. She went to sun herself on a rock, spreading out her towel and lying on her back. It was an enticing sight for the three horny teenagers. Jane's big round tits stood up firm and full, the dainty red nipples stiff from the cool water. Her small brown muff glistened in the sunlight.
Each boy felt his cock stiffen in his jeans. "Oh, man," Willie sighed, "I can hardly wait."
"Me, too," Chet moaned.
"Be quiet, you two," Greg hissed. "We gotta figure out how to approach her."
They thought it over, and there seemed to be no way to do it except just pop out of their hiding place and force the issue. Miss Parker certainly wasn't going to welcome them, and they'd have to deal with her protests. Greg signalled them to get ready, and then they all emerged from the woods and marched down to the rock where Jane was sunning herself.
She had her eyes closed and didn't notice them till they were quite close. Willie's shadow fell over her eyes, and she blinked and opened them. Then she turned pale and stared. The three boys stood over her, side by side, all looking hungrily at her superb naked body.
Jane didn't need to be told what they were there for. She could read it in their expressions, and she could put two and two together. They must have compared notes and discovered that they'd all three fucked her. It was horribly humiliating.
Greg confirmed her thoughts. "I'll just put it to you straight, Miss Parker," he said. "We've all balled you, and we wanta do it again. Here and now."
Jane finally found her voice. "All three of you? Now?" she gasped.
"You got it," Greg said. "It's no big deal, really. It's hardly any different from doing it with each of us alone."
"Oh, yes, it is," Jane cried, sitting up and folding her arms over her naked tits. "I wouldn't dream of doing such a thing. Look, boys, I can't deny what I've done with each of you, but it was wrong, and I don't intend to do it again. And certainly not like this."
The boys exchanged impatient glances. It was the same old story, Miss Parker protesting that she didn't want to fuck, when each of them knew how much she really liked to do it. They weren't in the mood for arguing with her. It was time for Greg to use his big weapon.
"Listen, Miss Parker," he said, "we dig how you feel, but you still gotta do it. Because if you don't, we're gonna tell the whole town about balling you. You wouldn't want that, would you?"
"Oh, my God," Jane moaned.
Her worst fears had come true. She'd never really faced the problem of what she'd do if the boys told on her. It was too awful to think about. Howard would despise her, she'd lose her teaching job, she'd have to leave town in disgrace. No way in the world could she allow that to happen. But her only alternative was to fuck all three boys, here and now. She couldn't face that, either.
"Oh, please," she wept, "don't do this to me."
The boys felt sorry for her, but their cocks were achingly stiff, and she was right there naked and beautiful and available. Besides, she'd balled them all before, hadn't she? One more time wouldn't make any difference, or so the boys reasoned.
"Sorry, Miss Parker," Greg said, "but you gotta make a choice, right now. You gonna do what we want, or do we tell the whole town about you?"
It was like a nightmare Jane couldn't wake up from. Of course there was only one choice. "All right," she sobbed, "I'll do what you want."
The boys gave whoops of delight, and then Greg was helping her to her feet and leading her to the soft grassy bank of the pool. Willie spread her towel out, and the boys eased her down onto it. Jane was blushing furiously as she thought about what was going to happen. One boy would be balling her, the other two watching. It was so humiliating.
"Who's gonna go first?" Willie said eagerly.
"Let me," Chet said. "I know how to really warm her up."
"Oh, yeah?" Greg scoffed. "How you gonna do that?"
"By eating her pussy," Chet said with a leer.
Greg gawked. He'd heard about pussy-eating but didn't know how to do it. Here was a chance to learn. As for Willie, it was obvious from his expression that he didn't even know what pussy-eating was. He needed to learn, too. Sighing, Greg decided it was worth giving up first place.
"Okay, go ahead," he told Chet.
While Jane lay on the towel blushing and weeping, Chet skinned out of his clothes as fast as he could. Greg and Willie undressed, too, so as to be ready for their turns. Jane was surrounded by eager naked boys, and she saw that all their cocks were stiff as boards. For once she didn't feel horny. She just felt mortified. As Chet approached her, she began to tremble.
Grinning, Chet dropped to his knees and moved her legs open. Jane started to resist, then realized it would do no good. Her blush deepened as the black-haired kid pushed her legs wide open, exposing the rosy gleaming flesh of her gash. Greg and Willie, squatting as close as they could, grinned and gawked at her naked pussy.
"Here goes," Chet said.
He went belly-down between Jane's outstretched legs. She felt his hot breath on her sensitive slit. He slipped his hands under her small round ass and got a good grip. Then his hot slick tongue met her pussy and began lashing up and down. In spite of her fear and shame, Jane felt instant pleasure. She stifled a moan.
"Jesus, look at that," Willie exclaimed. "He's licking her pussy."
"That's the idea," Greg said loftly, as if he knew all about it. "He's gonna get her hot for us."
"You mean chicks like that?" Willie said.
"Oh, yeah, they love it," Greg assured him.
He wished Willie would shut up. He wanted to concentrate on what Chet was doing, so he could do it, too. He watched itently as Chet's gleaming red tongue swished up and down on the tender scarlet flesh of Miss Parker's gash. That wouldn't be difficult to learn, but how was she reacting to it? He turned his attention to Miss Parker's face.
Her eyes were fluttering, and her lovely face was flushed. Her teeth flashed, and she seemed about to moan or gasp, then she stifled it. Greg couldn't tell if she was embarrassed or turned on. He didn't realize it was both. Jane adored having her pussy licked, but she didn't want to show it in front of an audience.
Chet's slick tongue seemed to be all over her tender receptive pussy, and it felt marvelous. If only they'd been alone together, she would have been squealing with delight. But there were Greg and Willie, crouching right over her and watching everything. She felt so embarrassed, she could have died.
Chet changed tactics. He nosed into her damp little muff and wriggled his tongue between the furry lips to locate the fat little button of her clit. He found the hot lump and began to tickle it with his tongue-tip, lashing hard and fast. Jane reddened with pleasure. Dammit, it felt so great to have her clit tongued, and yet she couldn't let herself go and enjoy it.
"Wow," Willie exclaimed, "now he's licking her clit."
No shit, Greg thought. Impatiently, he signalled Willie to be quiet, then leaned even closer to the action to see exactly what Chet was doing. The black-haired kid was using just the tip of his tongue, keeping it stiff, flicking it furiously back and forth over the small red bump of Miss Parker's clit.
"Ohhhhhh," Jane gasped.
Her face flamed. She hadn't been able to prevent that little outburst. Chet's tongue was driving her wild with pleasure as it lashed steadily on her supersensitive joy button. She tried to control herself, tried to blot out the delicious sensations, but it was no use. She felt herself rising dizzily toward a much-needed orgasm.
She couldn't let that happen. It would be just too humiliating to come in front of three leering boys. She couldn't let them know that she enjoyed even their wicked little gang-bang. She tried to squirm away from Chet, but he had a firm grip on her ass. Then suddenly he pressed his lips to her throbbing little love-bud and started sucking it furiously.
"AHHHHHH," Jane wailed.
She couldn't prevent it, she knew she was going to come in just another second. Fierce pleasure rippled through her whole body as Chet sucked noisily on her clit. To her shame, her starved cunt began to gush steamy-hot juice, wetting the boy's no bobbing chin. She knew Chet felt it, for he sucked harder than ever on her clit.
"Ohhhhh, nooo," Jane whined.
"I don't think she likes that," Willie said.
"Bull, she loves it," Greg said. "She's just about to get off."
He was right. Jane was quivering on the very brink of orgasm. But Chet knew that, too, and he didn't want her to come. He wanted to keep her at a fever pitch of need so that she'd willingly fuck all three of them. He took his mouth away from her clit and left her panting and quivering.
Then he nosed deeper into her wet swollen gash. He found the small recessed mouth of her cunt and jabbed his stiff tongue-tip inside. Gripping her writhing little ass, he plunged his thick tongue as deep as he could into her fiery-hot box.
"EEEEEEE," Jane cried.
There was no doubting her enjoyment now. Even Willie could see it. Her eyes were rolling crazily, and her pretty face was split in a lusty grimace. Her hips started moving up and down to Chet's rhythm as he worked his tongue in her cunt. She clawed the towel and panted loudly.
"What's he doing to her now?" Willie said.
"He's got his tongue up her cunt," Greg said excitedly. He had to admit it, Chet really knew how to turn a woman on. Miss Parker was losing all self-control, and once again she seemed ready to come.
"Oh, oh, OHHHH," Jane moaned.
She was ashamed of herself, but she just couldn't ignore the powerful pleasure she felt as Chet tongue-fucked her. It was exactly the sensation she craved, something long and stiff battering the pulpy hot tunnel of her cunt. She almost forgot she had an audience, but then she remembered and stifled her cries of ecstasy.
Chet wasn't fooled. He felt her quivering, and his face was smeared with her hot sticky twat-cream. She was fully, maddeningly aroused and ready to fuck. Grinning triumphantly, he raised his face from her drenched hot gash and rose to his knees, his handsome seven-inch dick pointing stiffly at her little cunt-mouth.
"She's ready," he panted. "I'm gonna put it in her."
"Oh, my God, NO," Jane cried.
Having her pussy eaten was one thing, but being fucked in front of an audience was another. She couldn't bear the humiliation. She started to roll away from Chet.
"Hold her," Chet barked.
Greg and Willie both grabbed an arm and held Jane down. Chet eased his rigid pale prick into the steamy pulp of her cunt. She sobbed and protested, but she couldn't stop him. To her shame, Greg and Willie watched avidly as Chet's swollen cock disappeared between the fur-fringed lips of her cunt. He pushed into her till his fat rosy balls rested against her gash.
"Ahhhhh, man," Chet sighed, "fantastic. Jesus, she's hot."
"Give it to her, man," Greg panted. "Really fuck her good."
Willie was too excited even to speak. He and Greg knelt right there holding Jane while Chet balled her. They could see his milky-pale prick zipping in and out of her stretched cunt-mouth, gleaming with her juice. It excited both boys hotly, and their stiff cocks began to weep little bubbles of juice.
Jane had her eyes shut. It was the only thing she could do to blot out the wicked, kicky scene before her. It seemed incredible that she was being balled against her will, with two boys watching the whole thing. As if that weren't bad enough, Chet's slamming cock felt damned good to her. She wanted to respond to his fucking, but she was too ashamed.
"Hey, Miss Parker," Greg taunted, "I bet you really dig that."
"Noooo," Jane whimpered.
But of course he was right. After so many years without a man, Jane was starved for just this kind of hard steady fucking. She felt her hungry little cunt growing steadily tighter around Chet's probing dick. The walls of her twat got more hot and juicy by the second. Her love-starved pussy didn't give a damn about the nagging voice of her conscience.
"Uh, uhhhh, UHHHH," Chet panted.
Miss Parker's box was red-hot and creamy, as usual, and it felt fantastically good around his swollen young cock. He wanted the triumph of bringing her off, but he was too excited to hold out very long. In fact he was too excited to be gentle. He pounded his cock into her, ramming her womb with each frantic thrust. All he could think of was coming.
Chet was too preoccupied to notice his buddies leaning right over him and watching his cock flashing in and out of Miss Parker's juicy little cunt-hole. But Jane was acutely aware of her audience. Even as she rose steadily, dizzily toward orgasm, she could see Greg and Willie leaning over her and leering. Damn it all, if only she could have been alone with Chet.
Then it happened-she simply couldn't resist the pleasure any longer, and Chet's furiously slamming prick brought her off. She yelped, arched her body, and then went into the powerful convulsions of climax, her big round tits wobbling crazily. The three boys watched her with triumphant grins. She felt so humiliated, yet she couldn't control her spasming body.
"OHHHHHH," Jane wailed.
"I got her," Chet panted, "I made her come. Oh, man, can't hold out. AW WW WWW."
He flattened himself on her writhing body, his slim hips jerking wildly, and shot his load into her.
The steamy bath heightened and prolonged Jane's orgasm. At last Chet's jerking prick went limp and empty inside her, and he sighed and pulled out. She lay alone on her back, his thick come dribbling from her cunt. She blushed hotly.
"See, Miss Parker," Greg said excitedly, "that wasn't so bad, was it?"
"Oh, God," Jane moaned, "I feel so ashamed."
All three boys protested in chorus, and then Greg said, "Jesus, there's nothing to be ashamed of. We're just having a good time, that's all. And since you cooperated, we'll never tell anybody about it. Relax."
Relax, when she was being forced into an unbelievably kinky and wicked orgy? Impossible. Jane sobbed in quiet humiliation, wondering how she'd ever live with herself after this. But the three boys seemed unperturbed. They saw nothing wrong with what they were doing.
"Whose turn now?" Willie said eagerly.
He and Greg exchanged a long look, and then Willie sighed and drew back. Greg had always been their leader, and he got first choice of everything. While Willie and Chet crouched nearby, watching intently, Greg approached Jane. She eyed his rigid seven-inch prick. It hugged his belly, the fat red head leaking juice.
"Roll over, teacher," Greg grinned. "I wanta get in from behind."
Blushing with shame, Jane obeyed, rolling over onto her hands and knees. What choice did she have? They'd either force her or tell on her, maybe both, if she didn't do every kinky thing they demanded. She crouched there, her pretty round ass raised up, and waited. Greg dropped to his knees behind her and grasped her hips.
"She's gonna love this," he bragged. "Just watch."
No need to ask that-Chet and Willie were watching pop-eyed as Greg guided his rigid pale prick into the moist little mouth of Miss Parker's cunt. The blue-veined meat glided slowly inside till they could see nothing but Greg's rosy round balls resting against her ass. Miss Parker gave a little hoarse moan as Greg's cock stuffed her box.
"I'm gonna give it to her hard," Greg bragged. "That's how she likes it best."
Once again Jane blushed and closed her eyes in shame. She cursed herself for ever giving in to her lust. Now these boys knew everything about her, every little humiliating detail. She dug her fingers into the towel as Greg began to slam his cock into her. He fucked her almost savagely, butting her womb, his swollen hot balls spanking her ass. His belly smacked loudly against her ass with each thrust.
"Uh, UHHHHH," Greg grunted. Jane meant to resist this time, but unfortunately Greg was right about her-she really did love to be balled hard, as hard as was humanly possible. His thundering rock-hard cock felt delicious to her, and quite soon she was quivering with need. One orgasm hadn't been enough to satisfy her pent-up lust. She wondered how many it would take and whether she'd EVER feel satisfied.
Greg continued to slam his cock into her, and Willie said worriedly, "He's doing it to her awful hard."
"Don't worry," Chet grinned, "she loved it that way."
Oh, shut up, Jane thought miserably.
It was all too true. She was being carried away on an overpowering tide of pleasure, panting, clawing the towel, almost out of her mind with need. She felt she'd die if she didn't get off. Her greedy little cunt tightened fiercely around Greg's deep-prodding dick, and then she felt a terrific explosion of pleasure.
"AHHHHH," Jane cried, "AHHHHHH."
Greg grinned triumphantly as Miss Parker's lovely body began to convulse and shake. Her little box gripped his meat so tightly that he couldn't hold off his own climax a second longer. He bellowed with pleasure and hammered his load into her scorching twat.
"Awwwwww, CHRIST," Greg moaned.
Soon Jane felt his exhausted prick slipping out of her drenched cunt-hole. She collapsed on her belly, gasping for breath. She felt deeply ashamed of herself for letting go again. She knew she couldn't go on like this, balling her teenager students, yet she didn't seem to be able to stop. The more she was fucked, the more she wanted it.
"My turn," Willie proclaimed eagerly.
"Hey, Willie, why don't you try it another way?" Chet suggested. "Have her sit on top of you."
"Oh, no," Jane groaned.
But Willie seemed delighted with the idea. He easily scooped Jane up and brought her down to straddle his belly. Her soaked little cunt-mouth was poised right over his huge eight-inch prick. Jane blushed beet red. She felt so exposed in that position. There was nothing she could hide. But she had no choice but to do what the boys wanted.
"Stick it in her, Willie," Greg said with a leer.
"Yeah, ball her, man, ball her good," Chet urged.
Smiling blissfully, Willie plunged his rigid prick upward and speared Jane's slick hot little cunt. Her box was slippery with come, and Willie had no trouble thrusting clear to her womb on the first try. Jane gasped as his hugely thick cock stuffed her cunt and stretched her little tight cunt-mouth.
"Oh, BOY," Willie yelped.
Holding her waist, he humped her fast and hard, too aroused to be slow or gentle. His cock was so big and hard that Jane couldn't help enjoying it, but she felt so embarrassed to be sitting up on top of him. The boys could see her big full boobs bouncing crazily, and they could watch Willie's thick pale prick sipping in and out between her swollen cunt-lips.
"Oh, shit, it's good," Willie whined.
His intense excitement infected the others. Soon Greg and Chet had stiff hard-ons again. They were clearly aching for a second round with their lovely teacher, but Willie was taking his time. He didn't know when he'd get to fuck Miss Parker again-maybe never-so he didn't want to waste this chance. He intended to hold out as long as he could, savoring the heat, slickness and tightness of her cunt.
Five minutes passed, and Greg and Chet were practically desperate with need. Still husky red-haired Willie humped away steadily, enjoying himself hugely but nowhere near coming. Greg felt as if his cock would burst if he didn't get laid soon, and finally he ran out of patience.
"Jesus, Willie," he complained, "you gonna ball her all day? We want another turn."
"Yeah, yeah," Willie sighed, "pretty soon. I don't wanta stop yet. Feels too good."
Greg moaned with frustration. Then an idea came to him. Miss Parker had more than one hole, more than one place to fuck. As she bounced up and down atop Willie, he could plainly see the tiny wrinkled mouth of her asshole. That would really be tight and hot, a delicious place to stick his cock.
It might be a little kinky, but what the hell? Any port in a storm.
Greg rushed over and knelt behind Jane, straddling Willie's legs. He pressed the drooling slick mouth of his cock against her tiny clenched bumhole and pushed. His fat hard cock-head popped inside. Jane gave a screech of surprise. Before she could move, Greg pushed his cock deep into her snug scorching brownie.
"OHHHHH," Jane cried. "Greg, what are you doing?"
"Yeah, Greg," Willie panted, "what ARE you doing? It feels weird."
"Fucking her in the ass," Greg whined, already working his swollen cock up and down in the searing-hot passage.
"I can feel your cock," Willie said wonderingly.
"Yeah, I can feel yours, too," Greg panted. "Now shut up, and let's fuck her."
That was fine with Willie, who went on blissfully working his dick in Jane's juicy little cunt. Jane was still in shock. She could feel TWO cocks, hard as steel, pumping side by side in her twat and bumhole. To her relief, it didn't hurt. In fact in a wicked way it felt good. And since she couldn't escape, she might as well enjoy it. She rode the two probing pricks with growing excitement.
"Hey, what about me?" Chet demanded.
Nobody paid any attention, so he figured the problem out for himself. Miss Parker still had one more place where he could put his cock. His divorcee lover had sucked him off a lot, and he'd really enjoyed it. Grinning, he hurried over to join the group, standing in front of Jane and straddling Willie's chest. It was awkward, but it would work.
"Quick, Miss Parker," Chet panted, "suck my cock."
Jane gawked. Chet's swollen red-capped prick was nudging her lips. She'd never dreamed of giving a blow-job, and she didn't intend to start now. She opened her mouth to protest, but as she did so, Chet pushed his cock deep into her mouth. The weeping rosy head of his prick nudged her throat. He held her head in place, and she couldn't escape.
This can't be happening, Jane thought.
But it was. She was actually taking on three lovers at once, taking stiff young cocks in her mouth, cunt and asshole. And much to her shame, she loved it. She loved the whole kinky scene. She began to suck eagerly on Chet's tasty hot prick, jerking her famished pussy around the other two cocks in her twat and brownie.
"UMMMMMMM," Jane moaned.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Jane felt her pussy heating to fever pitch as Greg and Willie fucked harder and harder in her cunt and asshole. In her excitement she sucked ever faster on Chet's silky throbbing prick. The boys were all moaning, and she would have joined them if her mouth hadn't been stuffed with cock.
Vaguely she was aware that what they were doing was immoral, outrageous. All hell would break loose if any of the other boys came and found them. She could imagine the headlines in the town newspaper-TEACHER HAS ORGY WITH STUDENTS. But what could she do about it now? The orgy was in full swing, and the boys weren't about to stop.
Jane wasn't about to stop, either. No matter what the consequences, this was the most fantastic sexual experience of her life, and she meant to live it to the full. She let herself go, and soon she felt the blinding explosion of pleasure deep in her cunt. Her body rocked violently, and her cunt and asshole squeezed jerking cock-meat. She sucked furiously on Chet's dick.
"Awwwwww, Christ," Chet yelped.
Suddenly Jane's mouth was full of the boy's steamy come. She had to swallow it or choke. At the same moment as she was gulping Chet's come, Willie and Greg shot their sizzling loads into her twat and bumhole. The quartet rocked and moaned together till the boys' pricks went limp and empty. Panting, they crawled away from Jane and found their clothes.
Jane couldn't stop blushing, thinking of the incredible thing she'd just done. Dizzily she got to her feet and started to dress. "You boys had better get back to camp now," she said lamely.
"Right," Greg grinned. "We'll see you tonight, miss Parker. Don't pitch your tent close to the other guys, okay?"
"Tonight?" Jane gasped.
But the boys were already on their way, and she didn't get an explanation. Not that she really needed one. She knew they'd want to fuck her again while they still had the chance. This was the last night of the hike. Tomorrow they'd be in town again, and they must have known that Jane couldn't risk carrying on with them there.
Which raised another dilemma-how would things be when they got home? Could the boys resist the urge to brag about balling her? Would they really leave her alone, or would they blackmail her into more sex? And could she live with her own conscience after what she'd done? Jane's head spun with problems.
But she told herself there was no point in worrying about it now. She couldn't predict or control what would happen back in town. She could only try to keep calm and not anger her young lovers. Her whole future depended on them keeping quiet about her scandalous behavior. Miserably she gathered up her things and returned to camp.
Obeying Greg's orders, Jane pitched her tent well away from where the Troopers were sleeping. There was a grove of trees between her and the boys, so her three lovers could come and go without being seen. She just prayed they wouldn't all come to her tent at once. That would be pretty crowded, not to mention embarrassing.
She wished there was some way she could get out of tonight's obligation. She couldn't deny that she needed and enjoyed the sex, but she was coming to understand that sex alone wasn't enough. She needed affection, too, a man her own age whom she could love and trust. She thought longingly of Howard Martin. There was still their dinner date to look forward to, and then perhaps she could make some progress with him.
But first there was tonight's ordeal to get through. Jane stripped naked, knowing she'd eventually have to do it anyway, and lay down on top of her sleeping bag. It grew late, and the Troopers' chatter died away. Soon all she could hear was owls and the rush of the river. Then her tent flap opened and Willie walked in.
"Hi, Miss Parker," he beamed.
"Oh, uh, hello, Willie," Jane said, reddening.
The boy looked with delight at her luscious naked body. She saw the fly of his jeans fill and bulge. Then he was fumbling out of his clothes, tripping over them in his haste to get to her. His magnificent eight-inch cock was standing straight up, and the engorged purple head was dribbling thick bubbles of juice. He approached her with a big grin.
"We drew lots to see who'd get to come to you first," he said. "I got lucky."
Jane could only nod. Conversation seemed ludicrous in this situation. Willie lay down beside her and began kissing and fondling her big hot silky tits. It felt pleasant, but she was still very nervous. She felt like an unpaid whore, lending her body to one boy after another. Again she thought wistfully of how nice it would be to settle down with one man-specifically Howard Martin.
But she couldn't concentrate on that fantasy very long. Willie was distracting her, kissing her tall sleek body all over, panting with excitement. His big swollen cock nudged her thigh, leaving sticky juice. In spite of herself, she felt growing arousal. Willie's big dick had felt so good to her before.
"Miss Parker," he said shyly, "I'd really like to do what Chet did to you today. You know, eat your pussy."
He blushed, and so did Jane. But there was only one possible answer to his request. She had to cooperate with him, do whatever he wanted, in order to buy his silence. Besides, she might as well admit it to herself-she'd love to have him go down on her. Nothing felt so good as having her pussy licked.
"All right, Willie," she said bashfully.
"Oh, BOY," he grinned.
There was no point in being modest. They both knew what was going to happen. Without waiting for him to do it, Jane opened her legs wide and drew them back at the knees, fully revealing her lush red slit with its delicate fringe of brown curls. Willie eagerly flattened himself between her legs and slipped his hands under her pert little ass just the way he'd seen Chet do.
Jane lay back submissively, quivering with eagerness as she waited to feel his tongue on her pussy. She didn't have to wait long. Soon she felt the scalding wet touch. Willie imitated Chet, lapping up and down the whole length of her gash, from her hot little clit right down to her small wrinkled asshole. It felt marvelous.
Ummmmm," Jane sighed.
"You like that, Miss Parker?" Willie said in a muffled voice.
Why be modest? She wouldn't be kidding anyone. "Yes, Willie," she said huskily, "I like it very much."
Willie beamed. He adored Miss Parker and took great pride in turning her on. Eagerly he returned to his first try at pussy-eating, running his tongue up the moist tasty length of her snatch. To his delight, she purred with pleasure, and her little cunt-mouth to drool its hot cream.
Willie remembered what else Chet had done. He located the gleaming little lump of her clit and began to flick and tease it with the tip of his tongue. Miss Parker gave a squeal of delight, and more hot sticky juice leaked from her twat to wet his chin. Very pleased with himself, Willie tongued her clit faster and faster.
Jane let herself go. There was no point in pretense. All three boys knew how deeply lusty she was, how needy, and how passionate. She had nothing to hide from them. And she was determined that this would be her last night with them, too, so why not enjoy it? She didn't know what she'd do for sex when she got back to town-she didn't even like to think about that.
So she lay there moaning and squealing while Willie ate her pussy. It was such a delicate sensation to have her greedy little clit tongued fast and hard. Soon her cunt-cream was flowing like a steamy river, and she was hovering on the brink of climax. Willie's wet tongue lashed furiously on her throbbing hot clit.
Willie remembered Chet sucking on Miss Parker's pretty little red clit, and he decided to try that himself. He pressed his lips to the pulsing button and drew it into the heat and wetness of his mouth. Miss Parker groaned with pleasure. When he began sucking fast and loud on her clit, she went wild.
"OHHHHHH," Jane wailed, "yes, YES, suck meeee."
She was being shameless, and she knew it, but she didn't care. Not tonight. This would be the last night of the biggest sexual adventure of her life, and she was going to live it to the full. Back in town she'd have to return to her lonely sexless existence-she had no choice if she wanted to protect her career and reputation. So at this moment she was grabbing all the pleasure she could get.
"Ummmmm, suck me, Willie," she whined, "it feels so GOOD."
Willie's eager lips pressed and released her horny little clit again and again. Jane felt the pleasure building in her pussy to an almost unbearable degree, and then it all exploded in a body-rocking orgasm. She screeched with ecstasy and creamed all over the boy's face as the powerful spasms shook her.
"EEEEEE," Jane wailed, "EEEEEE."
Willie dutifully kept sucking her clit while she came. He felt very proud of himself for bringing her off. But now it was time to get some pleasure for himself. His young cock was stiff almost to bursting, and he could hardly wait to sink it into the steamy pulp of Miss Parker's cunt. He waited till her spasms had died away, then rose to his knees.
"Can I ball you now, Miss Parker?" he panted. "Please?"
Jane blushed at his language but shyly nodded her permission. Beaming, Willie eased his husky body down on top of her and poked the swollen head of his cock against the steamy slick flesh of her gash. Again he had trouble finding the target, his hard pointed cock-head skidding around. But before Jane could make up her mind to help him, he managed to wedge the fat head of his prick into the small moist mouth of her cunt. He snorted with excitement and pushed into her.
"Ahhhhhhh," Jane sighed.
Willie's exceptionally thick long cock felt wonderful in her famished little twat. It stuffed her completely, stretching her cunt-mouth and butting her womb. As the hotly aroused boy began to work his meat in her fast and hard, she was in total bliss. Wanting to take his cock as deep as she could, she threw her legs around his back and locked them there.
"Ohhhhh, it's so good, darling," she gasped. "Your cock is so big. Yes, fuck me, Willie, FUCK ME."
"Oh, Miss Parker, WOW," Willie moaned.
His mind was blown by the scene. It seemed like a dream come true to have his beautiful teacher naked in his arms, impaled on his rigid prick, and begging him to fuck her. He was too excited to be gentle, so he slammed his thick meat in and out of her juicy little cunt-hole with all the speed and force he could muster. Miss Parker howled with pleasure.
"Oh, my God, YES," she screamed, "yes, AHHHHH."
Willie's big and powerful cock got her off very quickly. He felt her fiery-hot cunt contracting around his prick, squeezing and milking it. She dug her nails into his shoulders and howled with delight. It was too much for Willie. Totally blissed out, he moaned and shot her tight little box full of steamy jism.
Their lust satisfied, Willie and Jane returned to their usual shy state. Willie blushed as he dressed, and he left with only a bashful little smile. Jane washed herself off and waited for her next visitor. She wished the ordeal was over, though she had to admit that it was tremendous fun balling Willie.
Still something was missing, the trust and affection she could have with a man her own age. Again she thought wistfully of Howard Martin. He was everything she wanted in a man, but did he want her? That little kiss on the cheek just before she left, that invitation to dinner-surely it must mean something. She could hardly wait to get back to town and see him again.
Jane's thoughts about Howard Martin were interrupted when Chet entered her tent. She was surprised. It wasn't like Greg to accept last place. Chet leered at her and began taking off his clothes. Jane, already naked, lay down on the sleeping bag and waited for him, her face pink with embarrassment. Chet's seven-inch prick was hard as a rock, ready for action.
"Oh, boy," he said gleefully, "I can hardly wait to get it on with you, Miss Parker."
That remark only made her more embarrassed. Jane quivered nervously as the wiry little black-haired kid crawled onto the bed beside her. He swept her into his arms and began kissing and pawing her all over, and Jane soon relaxed. She remembered that Chet was the most skilled lover of the three boys. She wondered how a teenage kid had learned so much about sex. And since she was discarding all her inhibitions tonight, why not ask?
"Chet," she said, "I couldn't help noticing that you know more about love-making than the other boys. How did that happen?"
Chet reddened but grinned. "Aw, there was this lady I worked for," he began-and proceeded to tell her all about his adventure with the horny divorcee the previous summer.
Jane was both shocked and turned on by the story. Apparently she wasn't the only older woman in town who went for teenage boys. She could imagine the fun and excitement the woman had in taking Chet's cherry and teaching him all about sex. Yes, it would have been very fun-and very wicked. But at least Jane was reaping the results of the woman's teaching.
"But she wasn't nearly as pretty as you, Miss Parker," Chet concluded. "She was kinda fat, and she had real little tits, and-"
"Now, Chet," Jane interrupted with a smile, "don't knock her. You were very lucky for a boy your age, and she taught you very well."
"Yeah, you're right," Chet admitted. "I won't put her down any more. It's just that you're so beautiful, Miss Parker. You really turn me on."
He buried his flushed face against her big heaving boobs and began to kiss and lick the satiny globes. He tongue-lashed her little rosy nipples into stiffness, squeezed and molded her jugs. Thanks to his divorcee lover, he wasn't too rough or too gentie. He soon had Jane quivering with need, even though she'd just come with Willie.
"Listen, Miss Parker," Chet said eagerly, "there's something I'd really like to try. Remember how you sucked my cock this afternoon?"
Jane's face flamed. How could she forget? "Y-Yes, Chet," she stammered.
"Well, I'd really dig it if you'd do that again," he said, "and while you're doing it, I'll go down on you."
Jane looked puzzled. "How could we do both at the same time?" she said.
Chet laughed and said, "Jeeze, Miss Parker, haven't you ever heard of sixty-nine? Aw, well, no problem-I'll show you."
It was pretty embarrassing to know less about sex than a kid, but Jane was certainly willing to learn. Chet instructed her to crouch over him while he lay on his back, only backwards, so that her head was poised above his cock and her pussy was right over his face. Jane got the idea very quickly.
"Far out," Chet panted. "Let's do it."
Jane felt his stiff hot tongue spearing into her cunt. The pleasure was instant and powerful. Chet tongue-fucked her hard and fast, lapping up her fragrant cream as it gushed around his tongue. Jane was so dizzy with pleasure that for a moment she forgot that she had work to do, too. Then Chet's rigid weeping cock nudged her chin.
She looked down at the pale stiff cock. The head of his cock was swollen and deep red, and its little slit-mouth was oozing a steady stream of juice. She remembered how delicious his come had tasted that afternoon, and hot saliva rushed to her mouth. She brought her lips down, opened them, and sucked his dick in as far as she could.
"Awwwww, YEAH," Chet yelped. "Yeah, Miss Parker, suck my cock."
Jane managed to take in more than half his seven-inch prick, and she sucked on it loudly and greedily. She really got off on cock-sucking, she discovered. His dick was warm and silky, fun to suck, and his dribbling juice tasted good. Soon her head was bobbing up and down furiously as she eagerly blew him.
Meanwhile Chet had thrust his tongue deep into her cunt again and was tongue-fucking her briskly. With that kind of kinky excitement, it didn't take either of them long to get off. Less than five minutes had passed, and Jane's fragrant cunt-cream was streaming out around his tongue in a regular flood while she quivered on the verge of orgasm.
Chet was quivering, too, hardly able to keep from shooting his load into her hot juicy mouth. Unable to control himself any longer, he began to fuck her mouth, jerking his swollen meat swiftly up and down, butting her throat. Then Jane gave a muffled moan and started to come, her fiery little cunt squeezing his tongue.
"UMMMMM," she moaned.
He moaned, too, and shot his load, filling her mouth with delicious hot come. Jane willingly swallowed every bit of it, and when his limp cock finally slipped out of her mouth, she licked her lips to get the last drops of his tasty jism. Chet sighed blissfully and got up to dress.
"I sure wish I could stay with you longer, Miss Parker," he sighed, "but Greg doesn't like to wait."
He wasn't kidding. He was hardly out of the tent before Greg appeared. The handsome blond kid grinned at Jane and quickly stripped. She couldn't help admiring his perfectly formed young body. His pale seven-inch prick was stiff as steel, pointing to the peak of the tent proof. Although she'd just come like a bomb with Chet, Jane instantly felt horny again.
Greg fished in his jeans pocket and came up with a small tube of lubricating jelly. Casting Jane a hungry look, he said, "Bottoms up, Miss Parker."
Jane couldn't help blushing. Assuming he wanted to ball her dog-style, she obediently went to the sleeping bag and got on her hands and knees. She thrust her pert little ass up in the air and waited. Greg came over and knelt behind her, but she didn't feel the thrust of his prick. Instead she felt the cold jelly as he began to smear it on the tiny wrinkled mouth of her asshole.
"Greg, what in the world are you doing?" she squeaked.
She heard him chuckle. "I really got off today when I fucked you in the ass," he said. "I wanta try it again. I thought this jelly might help out."
As he spoke, he popped a jelly-smeared fingertip inside her tight little asshole. As he worked the jelly around inside, Jane felt wicked and powerful pleasure. Her bumhole was just as receptive, just as sensual, as her cunt. She was a little nervous about being balled in the ass, but she was excited, too.
When Greg had finished spreading the jelly inside and outside of the little clenched opening, he grasped Jane's hips and pressed the hard swollen head of his cock against her brownie. She felt the tiny opening stretch, then felt Greg's thick meat slowly gliding up her ass. It was a very tight fit, but it was dizzily exciting, too.
"Ohhhh, Christ," Greg whined, "tightest thing I ever fucked. Jesus, this is gonna be good."
Jane wasn't so sure. She was very aroused, yes, but Greg's rigid young cock felt so big in her bumhole that she was afraid she'd be torn and hurt. She quivered nervously as he worked his meat steadily deeper into her ass. At last he was in to the hilt, his hot swollen nut sacs resting against the firm little rounds of her butt. He gave a deep sigh of pleasure.
"I'm in," he panted. "Here goes."
He began working his jelly-slick cock up and down in the exquisite tightness of her asshole. Jane realized she'd have to be totally relaxed, otherwise she really would be torn. His swollen cock stuffed her fully and stretched the tiny mouth of her brownie almost to bursting. She relaxed as much as she could-and felt instant heady pleasure.
"Oooooo," she squealed.
"You like it, Miss Parker?" Greg said eagerly. "You like my dick in your ass?"
"My God, yes," Jane whined, "I love it Oh, yes, yes, Greg, fuck me in the ass. YES."
Tomorrow she'd be back in town, a lonely spinster again. But tonight she was an abandoned wicked slut-and loving every second of it.
CHAPTER NINE
Late the next afternoon, as the Central High Troopers marched into town, there was a big crowd waiting and cheering. People shouted to Jane that she'd led the hike in record time, and there was more cheering and applause when it was seen that all the boys had returned safely.
They ended their march at the high school, where Jane saw Howard Martin waiting on the steps. The cast was off his leg, and he hardly even limped as he hurried toward her. In front of the principal and the large crowd of students and faculty, Howard Martin swept Miss Jane Parker into his arms and kissed her-right on the mouth.
Jane blushed hotly, and the crowd laughed and clapped. "My goodness, Howard," she exclaimed, "I'd almost think you were glad to see me."
He was grinning broadly. "You did a terrific job, Jane," he said. "I couldn't have done better myself. We're all very proud of you."
Jane's blush deepened. They wouldn't be so proud, she was sure, if they knew she'd been balling three of the young Troopers all during the hike. Nervously she turned to see how Greg, Chet and Willie were reacting to all that attenion. To her chagrin, the three boys were right behind her, and they were grinning. Her heart almost stopped. Those boys had the power to wreck her whole future, right here and now.
Greg said to Howard, "Mr. Martin, we'd like to talk to Miss Parker alone for just a second, if that's all right."
"Of course, Greg," Howard said, patting him on the back, "but don't keep her long. I wouldn't mind being alone with her myself."
"You got it, Coach," Greg grinned.
Nervously Jane moved away from the crowd, Greg and Chet and Willie coming right along with her. When they were out of earshot of the others, Greg said, "Miss Parker, we didn't know Mr. Martin was in love with you. He's a really great guy, and we really respect him, so we just wanted to say-don't worry. We won't bother you again, and we'll never tell anybody what happened."
Jane's eyes misted, and she said, "Boys, I can't tell you how much I appreciate that. You see, I love Mr. Martin, too, and I wouldn't want anything to spoil that."
With great relief, Jane returned to Howard Martin. Was he really in love with her, as Greg suspected? His behavior certainly had changed. He'd overcome his shyness and was openly affectionate with her. Maybe her absence had made him realize that he needed her. As she approached him now, he smiled eagerly.
"How about that dinner date?" Howard said. "You'll want to go home and clean up, of course, but I could pick you up around seven."
"That would be fine, Howard," Jane purred.
As she got ready for their date, Jane wondered what to expect this evening. Howard wanted her, that was obvious, but how far would he go on a first date? He was such a shy and proper guy. Secretly Jane hoped he'd blow his cool and come on to her strongly. She didn't miss her dangerous involvement with the boys, but already she was missing the sex. She needed a replacement for her teenage lovers-and fast!
As Jane started to do her hair in the customary tight bun, she hesitated. That bun was hardly sexy, and it made her look her full thirty-five years. She pulled out the pins and let her glossy brown hair fall below her shoulders. That was much better. Then she went to her closet to choose some clothes.
She had half a dozen prim tweed suits which she wore for teaching, boxy masculine suits that disguised her excellent figure. She wanted to look sexy tonight, but in what? Then at the back of the closet she spotted a sleeveless black dress her mother had sent her one birthday. Jane had considered it too daring and had exiled it. She took it out and tried it on.
The dress had practically no top, just enough to cover half her big ripe tits. The bottom part clung to her firm little waist and curvy hips, and it showed off her legs. It was a very daring dress-and just what she wanted. She chose black high-heeled shoes, put on a little make-up, and added a touch of perfume.
She was ready, and she was nervous. Her whole future depended on how Howard reacted to her tonight. He arrived right on time, and all during dinner he couldn't take his eyes off her. She often found him gawking at the ripe cleavage of her big breasts. She felt herself getting hotly aroused, and by the time he brought her home, she was achingly horny for him.
"Would you like to stop in for a nightcap, Howard?" she asked on the front porch.
"I was hoping you'd ask," he grinned.
Heart thumping, Jane led him into the living room and made a couple of strong drinks. She sat next to him on the couch, as close as she dared. She sneaked glances at him, admiring his tall lanky body. He was hard-muscled, tan, in perfect shape. She was dying to get him into bed. But she was still a lady, and she wouldn't permit herself to make the first move.
"How long have we known each other, Jane?" he asked. "A year," she replied.
"And I didn't ask you out till now," he sighed. "I must have been crazy." He took a long pull at his drink, eyed her intently, and said, "I'll be frank with you, Jane. I've had the hots for you since the moment I saw you."
They both blushed. "Why, Howard!" Jane tittered. "That's pretty frank, all right, but I'm flattered."
"I was too shy to ask you out," he continued. "I've always been shy with women. But when you want somebody as badly as I want you, you just have to come out and say it. I admire you, Jane, I love you, and VERY frankly, I'd like to take you to bed."
Jane almost dropped her drink. There it was, everything she wanted, but she could hardly believe it. Howard must want her very badly to get up his courage like that. Now it was her turn to be bold. She set aside her glass, smiled, and stood up.
"I love you, too, Howard," she said, "and the bedroom's right this way."
Blushing but eager, she turned and walked down the hall. She heard Howard's steps right behind her, and her heart hammered. She'd lusted over this man for a whole year, and at last she'd get to fuck him. She felt so excited, she was dizzy. They entered the bedroom, and Jane closed the door behind them.
"Come here," Howard said.
Jane went to him, and he embraced her hungrily and kissed her, working his tongue into her mouth. She melted against him, boldly rubbing her muff against his fly. She got a response immediately. She felt his crotch swell up full and hard. She could feel his stiff cock throbbing right through their clothes.
Her excited cunt began to seep hot juice, moistening the crotch of her panties. She wondered what Howard's cock looked like and what he was like in bed. She knew she wouldn't have to wait long to find out. As he kissed her, he was quivering with horniness. He finally broke the kiss and looked at her with glazed lusty eyes.
He slipped off his glasses and laid them on the dresser. Jane had never seen him without his glasses, and he was even more handsome than she'd expected. He seized the tiny straps of her dress and slipped them off her shoulders. The result was that her dress cascaded to the floor, leaving her in nothing but her black lace bikini panties and high heels.
She hadn't worn a bra, and when Howard saw her naked tits, he flushed and stared. Very slowly he brought his hands up to cup the heavy hot globes. Jane gave a little moan as he touched her, feeling electric excitment. He gently fondled her sensitive tits, and that soft touch was more thrilling to her than the boys' rough handling.
"You're gorgeous," Howard sighed.
"You're not so bad yourself," Jane grinned.
He grinned back. He rubbed his thumbs teasingly over her soft little nipples, and the red buds quickly sprang into stiffness and became twice as sensitive. Jane quivered and sighed as he caressed her nipples. Her aroused cunt was leaking more hot juice, soaking the crotch of her panties. She didn't think she'd ever felt more horny.
Howard dropped to his knees and helped her out of her shoes. Then, still kneeling, he seized her panties and slowly drew them down. Jane blushed and trembled, hoping he'd like what he saw. Apparently he did, for as he uncovered the sweet little rounds of her ass and saw the first springy curls of her bush, she could hear him breathing heavily. Then he tugged the panties down to her feet and helped her step out of them.
He stood and gawked at her luscious naked body. The bulge in his fly was enormous. Jane couldn't control her wicked urges any longer, couldn't go on playing the demure lady. Grinning, she started to undress him. She made short work of his shoes and socks and tie and shirt. Blushing but eager, Howard cooperated as she tugged off his t-shirt.
Then she knelt before him and unbuckled his pants. Her hands shook with eagerness, but she finally managed to unzip his fly and help him out of his pants. There remained only his jockey shorts, obscenely tented with his cock-stand. Jane's hands were actually sweating with lusty excitement as she whisked his shorts down and helped him step out of them.
Very slowly she raised her eyes, hoping she wouldn't be disappointed. She wasn't. Howard had a super cock, eight inches or more in length, standing up stiffly. It looked almost as thick as her wrist. The huge knobby head of his prick was engorged and purple, and his swollen nut sacs were rosy and thatched with fine brown hairs. Jane felt her aroused cunt gush another flood of hot juice.
Howard had the biggest, most exciting-looking cock she'd ever seen, and she wanted it right NOW. Taking his hand, she hurried him over to the bed. They climbed on and embraced each other hungrily, his iron-hard prick butting her belly and leaving little wet spots. Jane's cunt was gushing uncontrollably, smearing her thighs with sticky cream. She could hardly wait to take his cock.
"Christ, I've had so many fantasies about doing this," Howard panted. "You don't know how many times you got fucked in my dreams."
Jane grinned at him. She loved it when he cast aside his reserve and his modesty and talked dirty to her. This was a whole different Howard Martin whom she hadn't known about till now. The shy and modest teacher looked like he was going to be a tiger in bed. She certainly hoped so.
Howard eased Jane onto her back and opened her legs. She couldn't stop blushing, but she didn't resist, either. He gawked at her lush scarlet pussy with its fine fringe of brown curls. Then he knelt between her outstretched thighs. His huge cock weaved lewdly, heavily from its thick brown bush. Jane moaned with lust, eagerly waiting for the first hard thrust of his prick.
But to her surprise Howard didn't start fucking her. He took her long shapely legs and brought them up over his shoulders. He slipped his hands under her taut little ass and raised her till her steamy pussy touched his mouth. Jane gawked-she never would have believed that meek, shy Howard would eat pussy.
But he did. Out flashed his gleaming red tongue, and it lashed and tickled the whole slick length of her slit. He licked her firmly, confidently, with just the right touch. Jane gave a shrill squeal of pleasure, and more thick cream gushed from her little cunt-mouth. Howard lapped it up and swallowed it, then trailed his tongue right down to her tiny clenched asshole and -rimmed it swiftly.
"Oh, my God, Howard," Jane gasped, quivering with pleasure, "where did you learn to do that?"
He looked at her and blushed. "I'm kind of ashamed to admit it," he said, "but since I'm so shy about asking for dates, I usually go to hookers. They've taught me a lot. I hope you don't mind."
"Of course not, darling," Jane said.
And she really didn't mind. It was a relief to know that he had no other girlfriends, and his adventures with hookers made her feel less guilty about her experience with the boys. But best of all, those hookers had taught him damned well. He ate pussy expertly.
He tongued his way from her asshole right up to the hot red button of her clit. He fastened his lips around the slick lump and sucked it. Jane groaned with ecstasy and creamed all over his jerking chin. She couldn't have been more happy. Though she loved Howard, she'd been afraid he'd be a dud in bed. She needn't have worried.
He sucked hard and fast on her clit, and Jane moaned, "Oh, darling, that's wonderful. I love that."
Her supersensitive joy button was gripped firmly between his lips, bathed with his hot saliva, tickled with his stiff tongue-tip. It felt marvelous, and in a very few seconds Jane exploded into orgasm. As her body began to rock, Howard tightened his grip on her ass and held her in place as she came, sucking fast on her squirting clit. Jane almost fainted with pleasure:
"My God," she sighed when it was over, "that was fantastic. Can't I do something for you now?" She boldly eyed his enormous rigid cock.
"Uh-uh," Howard grinned, "I'm not through with you yet, lady. I could go on eating your pussy all night." ,."
He slammed his flushed face into her gash once more, and Jane felt his long thick tongue dipping stiffly into her cunt. She moaned delightedly and arched her pussy up even higher, helping him. He worked his tongue clear to the root in her juicy little twat, his wriggling tongue-tip tickling her womb.
"Ohhhh, YES," Jane wailed.
He started jerking his thick tongue in her box, up and down, hard and fast. Jane creamed furiously, the hot juice boiling around his tongue and overfIowing her tight little twat. As he worked his tongue in her, his nose rubbed her greedy little clit, and all that delicious stimulus soon brought her off again.
"EEEEEEE," Jane shrieked.
Howard kept roughly tongue-fucking her as she came, and it was the most explosive orgasm of her life. Chet had been awfully good at eating pussy, but not as good as Howard. Howard had a whole bunch of hidden talents that nobody at school would have imagined. He was a secret tiger, and Jane was delighted with him.
When her climax was over and she was limp and panting, Howard maneuvered her onto her hands and knees. Jane cooperated blissfully, wondering what delicious surprise he had for her next. He knelt behind her, and she felt his hot moist breath fanning her slit. Then his wet tongue-tip started rimming the little wrinkled mouth of her asshole.
"HOWARD," Jane squealed, blushing furiously.
She heard him chuckle, and then he popped the stiff tip of his tongue inside her asshole. She gasped. Howard Martin, sticking his tongue up a woman's ass? She could hardly believe it. The modest bespectacled teacher, who blushed at any naughty word in class, seemed ready and able to do any kinky thing in bed.
"MY GOD," Jane moaned.
He was steadily working his thick hot tongue deeper into her asshole. It felt fantastically good. She'd just had two orgasms, yet she was achingly horny again. She creamed furiously as he thrust his tongue as far as it could go in her tight pungent brownie. When he began jerking his tongue in cock-like motions, Jane went wild with pleasure.
"Ahhhh, God, YES," she howled, "move your tongue in my ass. Oh, Howard, I love it, I LOVE IT."
Clawing the bed, panting, moaning, Jane took the incredibly delicious thrusts of his wet tongue deep in her sensitive bumhole. She knew it wouldn't take her long to get off that way, and it didn't. Very soon she was wailing with her third climax of the night. And they'd only been in bed fifteen minutes! She had no doubt that she'd never need another man, not if she had Howard.
At last she collapsed, panting and fulfilled, and his tongue popped from her asshole. "Oh, Howard," Jane moaned, "I'm exhausted. Let me do something for you now."
"Just what did you have in mind?" he said with a leer.
Jane leered right back. "Sucking your cock," she said boldly.
"I think I can permit that," he grinned.
He flopped onto his back, and Jane knelt beside him, admiring his lean firm body and hair-matted chest. His giant cock pointed stiffly at the ceiling, leaking big bright globs of juice. Saliva rushed to her mouth, and she couldn't get to him fast enough. She brought her mouth down around his rigid thick meat and took it clear to her throat. She began sucking him furiously.
His excitement added to hers. Her head bobbed up and down swiftly, her thick brown hair flying, and her large full tits wobbled wildly. She was able to take more than half his huge cock by allowing the swollen head into her throat. She bathed his throbbing prick with her steamy saliva, lashed it with her tongue.
"God, that's good," Howard whined. "Eat me, baby, eat me."
Jane hardly had to be urged. She couldn't get enough of his big silky-skinned cock and tasty dribbling juices. As she went on furiously blowing him, a naughty idea came to her.
She reached down and cupped his enormous swollen balls. She began to massage the furry sacs gently but steadily, and Howard moaned his enjoyment. But there was even more she wanted to do to him. With her free hand she felt around in his crotch till she found the tight wrinkled mouth of his asshole. She pressed the tip of her little finger against it and popped it inside.
"CHRIST," Howard yelped. "Oh, Jesus, yes, put your finger up my ass."
That was just what Jane had in mind. Still sucking loudly on his cock and massaging his balls, she worked her little finger to the hilt in his fiery-hot clinging asshole. She began to jerk her finger up and down, and Howard wailed and almost rose off the bed. His hot tasty cock juice flowed faster and faster, and Jane hungrily gulped every drop.
"Oh, shit, that's fantastic," Howard panted, "but you better stop before I come in your mouth."
Jane wouldn't have minded eating his come, not at all, but for their first time together she wanted to take his load in her cunt, not her mouth. She popped her little finger out of his steamy asshole, released his balls, and let his huge swollen dick snap from her mouth. As soon as he was free, Howard grabbed for her and threw her down on her back.
Jane gave him a shameless wicked grin and opened her legs as wide as she could. Hair rumpled, face flushed, Howard knelt between her legs and wedged the enormous purple head of his cock into the tiny gripping mouth of her cunt. He pushed in about an inch, then went still, looking down at her with glazed horny eyes. Jane wriggled impatiently on the impalement of his cock-head.
"My God, Howard," she panted, "don't stop now. Put your cock all the way in me. FUCK ME."
He grinned broadly. "Okay," he said. "I just wanted to hear you say that."
"Bastard," Jane laughed. "I've heard of cock-teasers, but not cunt-teasers."
"I'll never tease you again," Howard assured her.
He eased himself down on her, and as he did so, his hugely thick cock glided up her clinging juicy box. She was stuffed so full, she was almost breathless, and her tiny cunt-mouth seemed stretched to bursting. But she loved it. Never had she taken a cock so big, never had she been so excited about fucking a man.
"OOOOOOO," she wailed.
"My cock's not too big for you, is it?" Howard panted.
"Are you kidding?" Jane said with a blissful moan. "It's perfect, fantastic. Now fuck me, Howard Martin, and fuck me HARD."
He chuckled and did just what she wanted, slamming his giant cock furiously in her snug silk-lined twat. Each powerfulthrust butted her womb and knocked the breath from her, but still she loved it. She clung to him, wailing her delight. At last she had a super stud who could fuck away all the frustration of her long lonely years. She'd never need anyone else but Howard.
"Ohhhh, it's so good," Jane moaned, jerking her pussy in time to his strokes. "Don't ever stop."
"Well, we're going to have to stop for awhile," Howard sighed.
"Why?" Jane demanded.
"To get married," he said.
"All right," Jane said, "but let's make it as quick as we can. I want to get back to THIS."
"Slut," Howard laughed.
"That's right, darling," Jane purred, "but only for YOU."
